4 comments/ 64644 views/ 20 favorites The Virgin By: myhiddendesire2769 At age 20, life seemed that it was just beginning for Anna. In her sophomore year of college, she entered into a paid internship with a prominent law firm. She had an apartment of her own and her love life seemed to finally be taking off. Life was is good as anyone could dream. After a few months of working at the firm, Anna started noticing things. Things about her supervisor. Her immediate supervisor started to take an unusual interest in her. At first it was little things like assigning certain tasks to her and work related things. Then it was as if he was hitting on her. He'd mention taking her out or how nice she looked. At first she didn't think much of it at all, but as time wore on the little things started becoming more and more sexual. At first it was slight banter and she played along, sometimes joking with him. But it increased into something more. She was slightly bothered by it because she was a virgin and never had done anything except for some heavy petting, but the more time that went by, the more she noticed that she looked forward to the glint in her supervisor's eyes and the sexual remarks that he made. Although she did desire it, she would never actually do anything about it. Or so she thought. One Friday, Jon asked her to stay late to work on a big case that had been on going the last few months. Of course she would. Anything to prove herself in the workplace. Jon and Anna had been working in his office when he had first started it. He looked at the clock and stood up and stretched. He took his tie of and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. He asked Anna if she was hungry and if she was, that he would order takeout. She said she was and they ordered from the local Chinese restaurant. While they were waiting for the food, Jon directed the conversation to her life. He asked her questions about where she grew up, what her family was like and then proceeding to ask her about her love life. She answered honestly, telling him that she was seeing someone, but that she was also a virgin and had never really had any sexual experiences. He jokingly said that he would help in that area. Anna laughed it off and said maybe. What she didn't know was that Jon was completely serious. Even though he sounded as if he was joking, he wanted Anna's tight virgin hole stretching to fit around him. He wanted to feel her tight pussy clenching his thick cock, strangling him until he burst with pleasure. Jon found that his cock was rock hard, raging with desire and lust. He was sitting next to Anna on his leather sofa and he didn't think that he could resist the temptation of this wanton virgin next to him. Even though she was a virgin, she certainly didn't act like it. Over the last few months Anna had gone from shy intern, to full blown vixen. She wore tight short skirts that molded to her perfectly shaped ass. Tight blouses that never seemed to completely button up showing off her voluptuous breasts and "fuck me" high heels. He leaned close to her and asked her if she would mind if he helped. She looked into his eyes with her emerald green eyes full of lust and said she wanted him to. He leaned over and kissed her deeply. His tongue invaded her mouth hot and demanding. She moaned as his hands moved to her breasts and massaged them. She arched her back into his touch craving more. He deepened the kiss, his tongue battling frantically with hers. His hands squeezed harder, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples through her shirt and bra, causing them to harden into tight peaks. Anna felt as though she was melting. Her body was on fire with Jon's touch. Her pussy throbbed and became soaked as he fondled her breasts and kissed her passionately. She found herself panting with desire. She didn't know what had overcome her. She was seeing someone. This was her boss. What in the hell was happening? But the fire that streaked through her body straight to her core was drowning her. She couldn't think, couldn't do anything but let him overtake her. Jon's hands started undoing the buttons and she felt him reach around her and unsnap her bra. Her 36C tits fell free and he cupped them in his hands and moved his mouth over the hardened nipples. Anna gasped as his tongue licked and swirled about each nipple with great care. She writhed underneath his touch, crying out for more. He told her to lay down on the sofa and when she did, he pushed her skirt up over her hips revealing her black lacy thong she wore. He kissed her again and his hand moved down and covered her mound. His tongue battled ferociously with hers all the while his hand rubbing her hot mound, pushing her into higher ecstasy than ever before. His finger traced up and down her slit with deliberate slowness. He slowly pushed his finger into her wet hole, slightly pushing the material of her thong into her. When he touched her clit, she cried out and wriggled beneath him, streaks of lightening pleasure flashing through her body like a violent storm. He rubbed harder and faster building her climax higher and higher. Right when she was about to cum, he stopped and replaced his hand with his mouth. She jumped at the feel of his tongue through her thong. His tongue rasped up and down her slit, stopping at her clit to swirl around it. He then moved the thong aside and inserted a finger deep into her tight cunt. She screamed as his finger pierced through her and his tongue brought her to climax. Her orgasm came and burst through her body with the force of a thousand tornadoes. Her cunt gripped his finger hard and she weaved her fingers through his hair, pulling his face deeper into her spasming body. He licked up all the sweet cream that her body expelled and gave her cunt a little kiss. He then stood up, his cock straining through his pants and undid them. He let them fall in a pool around his ankles. He grabbed Anna by the nape of her neck and with the other hand he gripped his cock and guided her mouth to it. He rubbed his cock on her lips reveling in how soft they were. He pushed his cock into her lips and she opened her mouth letting him slide into her. He groaned at how he filled her mouth with only the tip of him in her. Her mouth gripped him like a tight glove. He slowly pushed himself into her, inch by sweet inch. His hand still gripping the nape of her neck and the other one toying with her breasts. Her mouth opened wider for him and his cock was now buried to the hilt in her mouth. He slowly began sliding it in and out of her mouth. He threw his head back as he began pumping his hips in a steady rhythm and Anna reached her hand out and massaged his balls. He cried out as he felt her hand rolling his nuts in her tiny hand. His pace began to climb faster and harder and he was driven to higher heights as the sucking sounds became more prominent. He could feel his orgasm coming on. He drove harder and further into her, his cock touching the back of her throat. Anna felt his balls tighten and prepared for his climax. He yelled and grunted as his orgasm swept through him. Both of his hands were on her head now as he came. His cum spurted from the head of his cock and she felt him twitch in her mouth. His cum filled her mouth to the brim and she swallowed it down like it was a sweet drink. It spilled from her mouth onto her breasts and she massaged it into her silken skin. When he finally stopped cumming, she sucked him clean and he slid his cock from her sweet lips. Jon leaned down and kissed her deeply tasting his seed in her mouth. He pulled her down onto the sofa with him and he made out with her while his body recuperated. His hands ran up and down her body, stopping for a moment and playing with her breasts. They squeezed her ass and massaged her pussy. He inserted a finger into her pussy and found that she was still sopping wet. He wanted her ready for him. He wanted her to stretch with his huge cock. He reached down and pulled her thong all the way off admiring her shaven pussy that was clearly enjoying him. He inserted another finger and she gasped as he kept fingering her getting her good and ready. He then moved between her legs, grabbed his cock with his hand and rubbed it along her slit getting it nice and wet with her juices. When he was coated with her juices, he began to push his cock into her. Little by little he slid his cock through her folds and into her fiery sheath. Her pussy stretched and he filled her to the max. She didn't think that he was going to fit. He felt himself up against her thin barrier and stared down at Anna with lust filling his smoky eyes. She looked up at him with equal lust in hers and nodded and with one quick thrust he was through. She gasped as the pain and pleasure rushed through her. His cock completely filled her pussy and he stilled for a few moments to let her adjust to his size. She nodded to him and he began to slide in and out of her tight wet cunt. He moaned as her pussy clenched his cock like a fist. She was so fucking tight. She strangled his cock with her tightness. His breath hitched in his throat and he fought for control as he wanted to just pound her dripping cunt with his long hard shaft. But she was new and he wanted it to be pleasurable for her as well. His hands gripped her hips as he began to pick up a faster pace. She moaned and breathed yes to him. His cocked ached for release, yet he held on driving further into her silken heat. She cried out and her hips lifted from the sofa to meet every thrust of his with one of her own. Her breasts bounced with each thrust and she found herself reaching her hands up and playing with her nipples, tugging on them sending fiery sparks straight to her core. Jon was driven at this point crazy with lust. Seeing Anna play with her own titties drove him over the edge. His long hard swollen shaft was now pounding her with a frantic rhythm. Her own thrusts bumped back into him bringing the pleasure even higher than before. He felt his orgasm coming. He felt his balls tighten, preparing to spill his thick cum. Anna cried out as hers hit just before his did. She screamed as he drove his cock even further than she imagined and he finally came. His fingers bit deep down into her flesh as he pulled his cock from her and grabbed his cock and aimed it at her tits. He shot his hot sticky cum all over her tits. He grunted and his head fell back as his cum spurted from his cock and onto her chest. He came onto her for what seemed like forever and then when he was done he kissed her. Anna massaged the cum into her skin loving how much he had cum on her. She smiled at him wantonly with satisfaction in her eyes. Jon smiled back and then the phone rang. Jon picked it up and smiled. Their food had finally arrived. He slid his pants back up and hurriedly put his shirt back on, haphazardly buttoning it up. He went downstairs and paid for the food and when he entered his office again, he found Anna splayed all over the sofa waiting for him. She was still naked and her hand seemed to be pleasuring herself. He inhaled sharply and immediately set the food aside. It could wait. Right there in front of him seemed to be an employee who needed punishment. With a wicked glint in his eye and his cock now stiff with desire, he slammed the door shut and stalked over to the naked girl on his sofa. The Virgin The night started off as all good nights do; with shots of tequila and lots of cake. University life being what it was, it was almost normal, and the group of us started at home, with wine and vodka and a mix of other disgusting spirits. By the time we threw on our coats and staggered down the stairs, I was almost gone already, my vision blurred and movements shaky. The cold wind woke me up, freezing wind blowing my short purple skirt up so I had to fight to hold it down, to stop it from baring my arse to the world. But by the time the first shots flowed at the party, I didn't care anymore. We danced, drank, snogged and I remembered vaguely having someone's tongue down my throat, my body being touched and squeezed as I danced close to strangers on the dance floor. The four of us - Jenny, the only one of us who stayed sober; Grant, the awkward, quiet boy that I'd never seen let his hair down before; and Paul, the popular, ladies man with a girlfriend. Considering we'd just sat our last exam, we partied hard. I'd never seen Grant drunk before, never seen him away from his text books in fact, and I was sure he'd never had a girlfriend, and in all likelihood never even kissed a woman before. So, when I saw him laughing and dancing - badly - I was quite glad he'd managed to let his hair down. He needed it, I thought. He was quite uptight most of the time, and no wonder, I realised, when he told me I was right- He'd never had sex. Never had a girlfriend. Never had a kiss... I felt sorry for him. But soon I'd had so much to drink that I couldn't even stand up. Paul found me as I staggered and fell amidst the bodies on the dance floor, my skirt ridden up to show off my thighs and frilly black panties. He didn't say anything, but tried to help me up. It took Grant - a little drunk himself - to carry me out of the party and onto the cold street. My head was so fuzzy, my head so heavy, my vision almost black, that I hardly remembered the journey home. I knew that Jenny was sober, so she led the way, but when we got home, I was laid down on the blow-up bed in the middle of the floor, with Paul's bed at one end, and the spare bed - sporting Jenny - at the other. I hardly remembered Grant coming into the bed beside me, struggling to see or move, I was quickly unconscious. That space, between dreaming and asleep that you are when you're drunk, so out-of-it that you can't really move, can't hardly think, but awake enough to feel the pounding in your head and the fast heartbeat, the room spinning; that's where I was. I heard Paul begin to snore, and Jenny had earphones in, listening to some awful preppy trash that beat through the room in the silence. I was still dressed, for a moment wishing that I had brought pyjamas because I was cold, my bare legs hardly being covered by the small blanket. Then I felt something brush my side. It was only Grant shuffling around, I thought, but the movement on the airbed made me feel sick. I wished I could tell him to stop, but my voice wouldn't work. Then the fabric of my skirt moved a little, and I tried to move my hand, to brush it down, but it felt leaden. It tickled my hip as it moved upwards, until I could feel that it was up around my waist, my frilly black, almost transparent panties the only thing covering my freshly shaved cunt. He touched the fabric right between my legs with his fingers, and carefully, slowly moved my legs apart with his leg, pulling my ankle towards him. His fingers pushed the fabric covering between my legs to the side, and he very gently let his fingers touch my soft lips. He shuddered beside me, and with his other hand, touched my arm. I flinched, but couldn't pull away, my head spinning so hard I didn't know which way was up. His hand held mine, and lifted it, moving it over to his groin. He shuffled himself sideways, and my fingers brushed his balls, and his soft cock. It made him groan, and as he pushed my hand against him - through his boxers - I felt his cock begin to harden, as he rubbed my fingers against him. He was strong, but in my drunken stupor I could hardly feel anything, never mind move. He took his hand away from my clit and brought his cock out of his boxers, wrapping my fingers around it and pulling it backwards and forwards, my fingernails gently scratching along his shaft. I could feel that he was struggling not to blow his cum all over my hand just from that, his whole body shaking the air bed underneath me. He let my hand go and I managed to retract it, moving myself a little further away from him. I almost thought I might have been dreaming, but then his fingers hooked under the fabric of my panties and pulled my underwear down over my thighs. I stirred, confused, angry, but my whole body wouldn't move. I managed to swing my arm at him a bit, but he brushed it to the side, hardly noticing, perhaps even thinking me still asleep, and stayed still for a moment until I started to fade back into unconsciousness. But then I realised that he was kneeling between my legs, his rough fingers exploring my clit, holding my lips apart very gently with his thumbs as he looked at me for a long time. I could feel his breath on my wet, hot skin, and he rubbed my clit gently, as though trying to find it. The little metal ring that sat through the hood of my clit made me shiver with sensation as he played with it, my cunt becoming involuntarily wet. When he pressed on it, hard, I flinched, and I could feel him grow harder, his cock pressing against my leg through his boxers. He inserted a finger, apprehensively, inside me, exploring, my juices wetting it enough to slide in easily. He pushed it in as far as he could, and I tried to move my hips away, but he held them still. He removed his finger, then slowly inserted two into me, pushing in gently and feeling around inside me. Slowly, he took them out and I could just see in the darkness, he raised his fingers to his lips and ran his tongue along the length of them. He groaned, rubbing me more erratically with his hand, then moving until I could feel his hot breath right against my cunt. His tongue explored my clit first, and I protested, pushing his head away. But I was weak, my throat closed with shock, and he ignored my touch. He then thrust his tongue deep inside me, clumsily, licking at me madly, his saliva dripping down over my lips and down to my ass. His tongue followed it, until it was licking around my asshole. His breathing became harsher as he resumed licking my clit hard, then pressed his fingers into my cunt, making me jump. When they were dripping wet, he moved them downwards, parting my ass cheeks, and rubbing the lubrication around my asshole. He slowly inserted one finger into my ass, and the pain was excruciating. I kicked at him, hitting him feebly, and he grunted, pushing two fingers into my ass. He hurt me not because my arse was unused to exploration - it certainly wasn't - but because he didn't know how. But he'd soon got the idea, pushing his fingers in and out of my asshole, until a few little tears escaped my eyes with the pain. Then, he moved up, releasing his cock from within his boxers and pushing it against my cunt. He missed, the first time, and had to slowly guide it in, but he was big, and soon he slid inside me, the wetness from his licking and sucking letting him ease in. He didn't let himself relax on me, knowing it would probably wake me properly I supposed, so I could just feel his cock, buried inside me, unmoving, and his hot breath on my neck. He ran his fingers over my breasts, then pulled my top up and ran his hand up my side, underneath my bra and cupped my breast, his fingers caressing my nipple. As my nipple grew hard from the sensation, he started to lose himself, and he pushed his cock harder into me, then pulled himself out slowly, and thumped his hips against mine again. Faster and faster, the more he got used to what he was doing, he fucked my cunt as hard as he dared, my arms pinned by the leaden weight within them and his hefty frame holding me down. As I knew he was going to cum inside me, he pushed his wet lips against mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth and licking at me. His kisses moved across my cheek and he kissed his way down my neck hungrily. His hand pushed my breast hard upwards, squeezing it so tightly that I started to gasp with the pain, and licked around my nipple, kissing it and sucking whilst his nails dug into the sensitive skin around it. He came, hard, his hand pressing against my shoulders holding me tightly against the bed whilst he rocked himself back and forward inside me, his cum leaking down around his cock and pooling at my ass. I couldn't believe he'd lost his virginity by fucking me like that, I knew he wasn't that drunk, not as drunk as me, anyway. He'd carried me home! As he pulled himself out and rolled off, lying still beside me, I thought I was going to vomit, the adrenaline and shock beginning to wear off the longer I lay there in the darkness. His saliva on my nipple and neck, and the wet cum dripping over my cunt started to become cold as I lay in the silence, but soon I lost all feeling as I fell into unconsciousness. I felt some more movement a while later, and woke up with the worst hangover I'd ever experienced. After vomiting into a bucket carefully placed beside me, I looked around. everyone was awake, having breakfast together by the window. Grant said that he'd been so drunk he couldn't remember a thing, and I agreed, I couldn't remember either. The Virgin The village elders had summoned me, so I made my way as quickly as possible to the Great Hall, only stopping to smooth my long dress down and check my hair. The three elderly men sat behind a long table, and an old man I'd never seen before stood beside them. Off in the shadows I could make out another, female figure. I stood before them and bowed my head. "I have appeared as summoned." I said. The chief elder spoke: "Girl, you have been chosen by the Gods to take part in the annual fertility ceremony in the King's castle at the capital. This man is the High Priest of the Harvest Gods, and has spent the past year searching the land for the most beautiful virgin, and the honor falls on our village." I blushed at the compliment. I knew I was very attractive, everyone said so, and my father had been made many offers for my hand since I had turned eighteen, but in the whole land? That was quite something. The stranger spoke: "You are a virgin, correct?" I blushed deeper. "But of course, sir," I said, in an offended tone, "I am unmarried!" Of course I had fooled around with plenty of boys, and even let some of them touch my breasts, but none had ever got between my legs. One had even persuaded me to touch his cock, and I had been amazed at how it had grown in my hand. "Well," said the man, "We must be sure. Mary?" At this, the figure in the shadows stepped forward. She was about my mother's age, with long silver-blond hair. She walked right up to me and said: "Very well, girl, I want you to squat down and raise your dress for me. I won't hurt you, and it will be over quickly." Unsteadily, I did as she instructed. She knelt beside me and slipped a hand under my dress, up my thigh, and into my drawers. She felt around quickly for my opening, and pushed one finger a little way inside. Then she stood and bade me to do the same. I felt humiliated, but tried not to let it show. She nodded to the men. "She is intact." I gave the priest a defiant glare, but remained silent. "Very well, it is settled," said the priest, "We leave at first light. You will not need any belongings, so go say your farewells. From now on, Mary accompanies you in everything you do." I hurried back to my father's house. They had been told, and between sobs, my mother said how proud she was of me, and how much she would miss me, and how blessed the next harvest would be because of me. I told her I would see her in a few weeks, and she burst into floods of tears. I had to have Mary in my bed that night, instead of my younger sisters as was normal. True to the priest's word, we set off as the first glow of the dawn grew over the horizon. In all, the train consisted of six wagons and a number of soldiers on horseback. Mary and I rode in a closed wagon. She tried to distract me from my sorrow at leaving home by describing some of the wonders of the castle and the great city that surrounded it. I asked her if I was really the most beautiful woman in the entire Kingdom. "The most beautiful virgin," she corrected, "Everyone agrees that the Queen is the most beautiful woman who has ever lived." The days passed ponderously, as the oxen did not move quickly. Sometimes we would walk ahead and then pick berries whilst waiting for the train to catch up. At night, most of the wagon drivers slept under the stars, but Mary and I were locked inside our wagon. "Your virginity is the most precious thing in the kingdom," she explained, "The next harvest depends upon it." After six days of travel, crossing the plains beyond my village and a small mountain range, Mary pointed out a haze in the distance. "Look, you can see the smoke of the city - we'll be there tomorrow." Late the next morning, we rolled though the city gates. It was so much bigger that I had envisioned from Mary's description - there were thousands of people, and the houses were pressed up against one another, without fields in between. "Where do the people grow their food and keep their livestock?" I asked. "Why, they buy it from farmers in the surrounding area," said Mary, "You really haven't ever left your village, have you?" I shook my head, and felt like a poor, stupid country girl. We slowly trundled uphill until we reached the great gates of the castle, and they creaked open to admit us. We climbed out of the wagon, and were quickly escorted up to a room that was larger than my father's entire house! There was a large bed, a skillfully carved dresser and a few padded chairs, the like of which I had never even heard of. There was also an odd-looking chair that appeared to have hinged legs and back. The level of comfort almost overwhelmed me as I tested the softness of the bed, and marveled that there was a separate room to make toilet. Soon after we had washed off the dust of the road and had a small meal, there was a knock at the door. Mary opened it and admitted a blacksmith. He had with him four broad bands made of bronze, which he proceeded to fix around my wrists and ankles. Mary explained that these were to signify that I was a special person, the chosen virgin. I asked why the bands also had a ring welded to the outside of each. Mary told me to undress and sit in the special chair, and she would show me. I took off my dress, underwear and stockings, and gingerly sat in the seat, and she quickly fastened the metal bands to the arms and legs of the chair, so that I was held in place. I cried out in surprise, and asked why I was being restrained. "Hush, now," she said, "It's just so you come to no harm." Then she pulled back a lever on the side of the chair, and it swung back, and the arms and legs splayed outwards, spreading me wide on my back. I gasped in shock. "See," she said, "If you weren't attached to it, you might have fallen off and hurt yourself! Now, we must prepare you for the ceremony tomorrow - holy law decrees that the sacrificial virgin must have all hair below the neck removed." I squealed loudly. "Did you say 'sacrificial'?" I asked, beginning to panic, "Are they going to kill me?" "No, no," she smiled, "It's true, a hundred years ago they would've cut your throat and splashed your blood on the Sacred Dirt, but now it's just symbolic - all that gets sacrificed is your virginity." I relaxed a little, but not a lot. I gradually realized that by this time tomorrow I would finally know what it felt like to have a man inside me. "If I'm not a virgin, I'll never find a husband - what will become of me afterwards?" "Don't worry," she reassured me, "The king issues a royal decree that states that you are still pure, since your virginity was taken in sacrifice to the Gods." "What will happen?" I asked, "Who will take my virginity? The king?" "No," she said, "Whichever of the great knights has conquered the most territory for the Crown this past year - it will be revealed at the ceremony." "And he takes me to his chambers and has his way with me?" That didn't sound so bad... She laughed. "No, it must happen in front of witnesses - the whole court." My blood ran cold. I was to be deflowered in front of the entire court?! "Now then," she said, "To business. We need to shave your legs and armpits, and most of all," and here she gestured towards my crotch, "that bush!" She pulled up a stool alongside me and a small table. She ran a wet cloth across my legs, opened a large razor, and began to shave. I tensed up and held as still as I could, not wanting her to cut me. She proceeded slowly and carefully, and whilst she did so, she explained that at the ceremony tomorrow I would be required to walk naked down half the length of the great hall of the castle, in front of the entire court, and take my seat in the "Virgin's Throne". She wouldn't tell me what would happen after that, since my mind was also supposed to remain virgin, but she wanted me to know that much so that I was prepared for my entrance. She reminded me that I had an exquisite body, and that all the men, and many of the women of the court would be quietly lusting after me as I paraded before them, but I was to walk demurely and not flaunt myself, as befitted a chaste virgin. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what it would feel like having so many eyes on my naked body, gazing upon my pert, high breasts, my long shapely legs, my round bottom, and I felt a tingle in my nipples at the thought, almost as if those eyes were caressing me... I had always enjoyed being the center of attention and teasing the young men of my village with little flashes of leg and shoulder, but this would be something else entirely. I wondered if the 'Virgin's Throne' would be like this chair I was secured to, if I would be opened wide to the crowd as the knight penetrated me, and the tingling spread from my nipples down between my legs. The girls in the village had often gossiped about what the farmhands had between their legs, and I always joined in as if I knew what I was talking about, but I really had no idea how big a cock could get, or how something inside me would feel. I was afraid it would hurt if I was too tight, but still, I wanted to be too tight for him, for I knew that was what would please him, what would show the gods that my virginity was a suitable sacrifice to ensure a bountiful harvest. I hoped he would be handsome and strong, that his hands would take firm hold of me as he deflowered me, that he would enjoy my breasts, my dark aureolas and my narrow waist... I let out a deep sigh, and was brought back to earth with a sharp slap on my inner thigh. "Girl! Keep your thoughts pure! This is a serious business - the kingdom depends on the fruitfulness of the harvest, and I will not have your mind polluted!" She had finished shaving my legs and armpits, and crouched down between my legs. "Please be careful!" I begged. "Goodness, my dear, can you imagine what would happen to me if I damaged The Virgin down there!" she laughed, "Don't worry, I will be as careful as can be." She cropped my hair as close as she could with a pair of shears, and then lathered me up with soap and a soft brush. I tried desperately not to enjoy it, but when she took a firm hold of my lips and began shaving, it was almost too much for me. I frequently touched myself down there, so I was all too aware of how close I was to a climax, and as she pulled my clit to one side a shudder went through me. Another stinging slap brought me to my senses. "You dirty, lascivious girl!" She scolded, "Look at me! This is an old woman touching you! How can you react like this?" "I'm sorry," I spluttered, "I was just thinking about, imagining tomorrow, all those people, the man, my first time..." I petered out. "Well, don't!" She finished shaving me in silence, while I concentrated on what an old woman she was, and how there was nothing even remotely sexy about being touched by her. She washed the remaining soap off, then took care of a few remaining straggling hairs with a small pair of tweezers. She walked over to the door and stuck her head out. "She's ready!" She called. Moments later, the high priest walked in and stood before me. I squirmed in my restraints. "Please cover me!" I begged Mary, "He can't see me like this!" "Oh hush, girl," he said, "Tomorrow the whole court will see this." He looked me up and down, and nodded appreciatively. "The Gods did not lead me astray - only they could have created a flower this perfect. You almost make me wish I were a knight again, and had not given up the sword to take holy orders." He turned to the door. "You may come in!" He called. Two young men came in and stood on each side of him. I wriggled again in the shame of my open nakedness, but the wideness of their eyes as they stared at my bare, shaved pussy, and the obvious rapid bulging in their trousers sent another tingle through me. Now that I had no hair down there, I hoped there were no visible juices running out of me. The priest handed one of the young men an evil looking metal contraption that looked like a very bulky, blunt pair of shears. "You go first, and remember, firm and decisive, like you practiced." He said. The man took the device and pulled back a lever on the underside of it. There was a metallic sound of a spring being stretched. He stepped up to me and took a firm hold of my right breast and closed the jaws of the device around my nipple. There was a loud click, and a searing, burning pain in my nipple. I screamed, and as he opened the device, I saw though my rapidly-forming tears that there was a metal pin through my nipple. He handed the machine to his companion, who pulled the lever back again and stepped up to my left breast. "No, please!" I yelled, "No more!" Again the firm grip on my breast, the clamping motion, and the loud click. I screamed again as the pain shot through my other nipple. He released me and stepped back, handing the device to the priest. I sobbed, but somehow, through the almost unbearable pain, there was a hint of pleasure burning in my nipples. "Well done," said the priest, "You both performed admirably. These things are not pleasant if performed incorrectly." He stepped between my legs, and I heard the spring tension again. A sense of horror washed over me. "Oh, ye Gods no!" I yelled, "Not that! Please no, not that!" I tried to rip my legs free of the restraints, but to no avail. He took a firm hold of my pussy, and I felt the grip of the jaws on my clit. The click, burning pain, and a tearing feeling in my throat as I screamed my lungs out, then I must have blacked out. ----- I awoke to sunlight streaming through a crack in the shutters, and struggled to remember where I was. A dull throbbing in my nipples and clitoris reminded me, and I lifted the sheet to examine myself. The three metal pins had been replaced by shiny gold rings, and I tugged on them speculatively. The ache gave way to a thrilling tingle. I tried twisting the rings, and it felt even better. Mary stirred beside me, and awoke, and saw my hand on my breast. "Playing with yourself again?" She asked, disapprovingly, "I hope you're really a virgin..." "I am," I assured her, hurt, "You checked me yourself." She pulled the sheet off the bed, and checked my piercings. When she was satisfied, she called for breakfast. As we ate, she felt the need again to explain that I was to walk in a soft, ladylike manner when I was bared to the court, and not, as she phrased it "like a common whore". I acted hurt, but from what she had seen of me, I could hardly fault her for her concern. Around noon, she had a hot bath prepared for me, and allowed me to luxuriate in it for over an hour, even calling for serving girls to bring me more hot water. After the bath, she produced an exquisitely-carved wooden box lined with velvet, in which lay three delicate bottles of perfumed oil. She allowed me to test the scent of each, and choose which I would like to use. She carefully dripped a small amount of oil onto each of my breasts, and between my legs, and told me to rub it in. "This close to the ceremony, you may enjoy it," she said, "I will return in about thirty minutes for you." She left the room, and I heard the loud sound of the lock. I laid back on the bed and began to massage the oil into my breasts and pussy, enjoying its sensuous smoothness as I fingered my nipples and my pussy lips. I hoped the knight would get close enough between my legs to detect its aroma, and I imagined him kissing me there, licking me, parting my labia and probing inside me with his tongue. I felt him tug on the ring with his teeth, twisting and sucking, his fingers slipping inside me, gently pinching my lips. I luxuriated in the incredible feel of the oil on my bare cunt, and pulled as hard as I dared on the clit ring, feeling the delicious combination of pleasure and pain. Even as I caressed my pussy, I didn't neglect my breasts, and my other hand continued to work the oil into them, squeezing and kneading, spreading the oil all over and under. My nipples felt like they were on fire, and I imagined him biting and sucking on them, maybe tying a silk ribbon between the rings and pulling me towards him, on top of him, sliding into me as I gripped his rock-hard cock with my cunt, straddling his muscular body, riding him as my hands stroked his chest... The door opened suddenly, and Mary came back in. I jumped up, blushing furiously. She glanced up and down me, taking in the flush of my cheeks and breasts, and the visible swelling of my pussy lips. "Looks like I didn't leave you long enough," she sighed, "Well, it's too late now - it's time to go." She produced a long, pure white gown, and tied it around my neck with a light ribbon. It had no arms, and simply hung to the floor, flowing down over my breasts, and clearly showing my erect nipples. The collar and hem were sewn with small jewels which glittered when I moved across the room through a shaft of sunlight. She ushered me out into the hallway, where two guards escorted us down some stairs and down a long hallway. At the end of the hall were a huge set of wooden doors, and the priest stood waiting, dressed in magnificent robes, carrying a long wooden staff with a golden ear of wheat on the top. "I shall announce you," he told me, "then you will enter and stand before the court. As the divinely-chosen one, you need not courtesy. Simply stand there until I remove your gown, then walk as Mary has instructed you and take your seat in the Virgin's Throne in the center of the hall." He opened one of the doors just wide enough to slip through, and I heard the murmur of a crowd. I took a deep breath, and tried to control my nerves. This was about to be the biggest moment of my life. I heard the muffled sound of him banging his staff three times on the wooden floor, then the two guards swung the doors wide open. I stepped forwards into the great hall of the castle, into the presence of the king and all the nobility of the land. I walked across the raised wooden platform, and stopped before the three steps leading down to the stone floor of the chamber, beside the priest. I kept my head high and forward, but my eyes took in the high, vaulted ceiling, the ornately carved stone pillars running down the sides, but most importantly, the dozens of finely dressed lords and ladies lining the length of the hall. At the very far end, on another raised platform, sat the king in his throne, and in the middle, facing him, stood another large wooden seat - the Virgin's Throne. A low murmur rose as I stopped. The priest struck his staff on the floor again three times. "Your Majesty, my Lords and Ladies!" He announced loudly, "I present The Virgin!" With this, he reached over to my throat and pulled the end of the ribbon. The silk gown slid down me, momentarily catching on the rings through my nipples, bringing them back to full attention, then fell at my feet. I stood naked before the room, bared to all, no secrets, no place to hide, and no shame. A sigh rose from the assembled company. I made my way down the three steps onto the cold stone floor, and began to slowly walk towards the middle. I was acutely aware that every eye in the room was on me. I kept my spine straight, my belly in, and my breasts high. I felt the slight weight of the nipple rings as my breasts bobbed up and down with each step, and the feeling of my bare cunt lips brushing against each other was divine, and almost made me lose my footing. I heard snatches of comments as I passed - "so beautiful", "delicious", "heavenly", "those breasts...", "that rear...", "such slender legs", and I knew that at that moment every woman in the room wanted to be me, and every man in the room wanted to be inside me. I reached the Virgin's Throne and sat down. As I laid my hands on the arm rests, I noticed metal rings that lined up with the rings on my bronze bands, so I wasn't surprised when two serving girls quickly stepped forward and secured my wrists and ankles to the chair. I hadn't noticed any hinge mechanism on this chair, so I wondered how the knight would enter me. The Virgin However, instead of a man stepping forward to claim his prize, side doors in the hall opened, and a host of servants with trays of food and drink entered. The lords and ladies helped themselves, and began to mingle, chatting. Several ladies gathered around me, and began talking about me as if I wasn't there. "She certainly has fine hair," said one. "Her breasts remind me of mine ten years ago!" joked another. She leaned down and took one of my breasts in her hand, gently tugging on the gold ring, "Very nice!" Several other ladies leaned in and touched me, stroking my hair and shoulders, squeezing my thighs and fondling my breasts. "I hope this one is a virgin," said one lady, "Last year's harvest was awful, so I strongly suspect that one wasn't." "Frankly, I don't see how she can be, looking like this - her virginity wouldn't last ten seconds around my husband!" There were a few knowing laughs, and more touching of my breasts. One woman twisted my nipple rings cruelly, probably thinking to hurt me, but it simply inflamed me more. I wished the process would move forward to the part where I finally was filled. One woman took hold of my clit ring, the first to touch me down there, then leaned in and softly kissed me on the lips, her tongue probing against them, but as soon as I pushed forward to respond she stood up and laughed. "Ha! She's no virgin!" A few other ladies then tried the same trick, but I was careful to keep my mouth firmly closed. Several became bolder about touching between my legs, but no-none tried to part my pussy lips, they just toyed with the golden ring, twisting and tugging. I became worried that there would be a large damp patch on the throne by the time I was released, but realized there was nothing much I could do about that... I noted with disappointment that no men touched me - they simply acted as if I wasn't there. This went on for some time, but eventually I heard the loud thump of the priest's staff again. The nobles retreated to the edges of the hall again, and the priest's voice came loud and clear. "Bring forth the Deflowering Stone!" A side door opened, and four men emerged, pushing a large square stone before them. It was about three feet on each side, and must've been extremely heavy, judging by the effort they were expending. They pushed it until it was about twenty feet in front of me. It was as dark black as anything I had ever seen, and appeared completely featureless, apart from that I could just see that it had gold rings protruding at various points. Again the pounding of the staff, and three ladies stepped toward the stone. They each grasped a gold ring on the stone, two on the top, and one on the side facing me, right at the top. They began walking towards me, and in doing so revealed that the rings were attached to gold chains that unspooled from inside the black cube as they pulled. When they reached me, two of them carefully attached the chains to my nipple rings and stepped back. The third leaned over me, grasped my pussy to push my clit forward, and clipped her chain to my clit ring. She then unfastened the restraints holding me to the chair. As the lady retired into the audience, another, even more finely dressed, stepped up to the far side of the stone. She reached down, and began a winding motion. I realized there was a handle down there, and the chains began to retract into the deflowering stone. They pulled hard on the rings in my nipples and clit, and I yelped as I leaped to my feet. She continued to wind, and I stumbled forward, afraid of having the rings ripped out of me. The lower chain pulled me all the way to the stone, and then pulled my clit tight inside, pressing my pussy lips against the cold stone before it stopped. The upper chains continued to retract, forcing me to bend over until my nipples were drawn inside, and the edge of the hole threatened to cut my aureolas before she stopped winding. Hands grasped my feet and spread me wide, securing my ankle bands to the cube. My bare cunt was fully on display for all to see, and mixed emotions of humiliation and arousal fought in my mind. I swung my arms back in an attempt to cover my pussy, but my wrists were quickly also secured to the top of the stone. I knew that this was the position in which I would lose my virginity, and my splayed pussy lips burned against the cold rock. The High Priest spoke again: "The knight who has conquered the most land for the Crown is..." - the assembled crowd held their breaths in anticipation - "Sir Owand of the Crescent Island!" There was loud applause, and a large man stepped forward. I had to bend my neck back as far as I could to see. He stood directly between myself and the King and bowed deeply. He then turned to face me. Two pages rushed up to him and began to undress him. First his long cloak, then a fine velvet jacket, then his white shirt, baring his muscular chest. Then they lowered his trousers, which had such wide legs that he was able to step out of them with his boots on. There he stood, naked except for his boots. He raised his arms in acknowledgment of the audience, and there was a ripple of applause, and a few good-natured insults from the men. He walked up to me, his cock swinging, and as he reached me I realized just how big it was. How could I possibly fit that inside me?! "Well, my sweet virgin," he boomed, so that the entire room could hear, "All this will soon be yours!" There was laughter, and he took hold of his cock and put it to my lips. "Now kiss it for me, for luck!" I tentatively puckered my lips and kissed the tip. "Good girl," he said, and walked around to my right, disappearing from my view. There was a pause, then the crowd laughed again, at what I couldn't see, but I'm sure it was at my expense. Then I felt his hands on my bottom. He stroked my cheeks, squeezing and pinching. Then he smacked me hard on my right cheek, and in surprise I tried to pull upright. The nipple rings kept me firmly in place, and the sharp pull send a shock of pain and pleasure through me that I felt between my legs. I yelped, and there was another round of laughter. He smacked my ass a few more times, but I was able to control myself, then he smacked me once, hard, square on the pussy, and once again I jerked against the nipple restraints. The pain brought tears to my eyes, but at the same time I thought I might cum. He held his hand firmly covering my cunt, and pushed two fingers forward so that they were on either side of my clit. The pressure pulled hard on my clit ring, and I moaned softly. He slipped his fingers back up, running across my lips and dipping slightly inside me, sampling my wetness. "We got a live one!" he joked, and the crowd laughed. It was so humiliating having them all know how much I wanted it. He let go, and the murmur of the crowd faded. I knew it was about to happen. I felt something other than his fingers rub up and down my wet pussy, then it stopped at the entrance. Another pause, then he suddenly, forcefully thrust inside me. I felt a sharp pain, then an overwhelming, satisfying fullness. I gasped loudly, and the crowd let out a huge cheer. He began to fuck me, hard and deep, his hand on my hips, grunting with each thrust, and the force of his motion rocked me back and forth, the clamped rings tugging at my nipples and clit. Despite the pain and humiliation, or perhaps because of them, I was in heaven. The well-dressed woman stepped up in front of me again and crouched down in front of me. I craned my head back to look at her, and she looked me right in the eye as she took hold of the handle on the rock and began to turn it again. I gasped in horror, thinking that it would rip my nipples and clit clean off, but instead of tightening the chains, it made them vibrate. She turned the handle faster, and the vibration became more intense, surging through the rings and into me. My clit and nipples felt like they would burst into flames, and all the while this huge cock was pounding away at my wet cunt. She kept turning, and he kept fucking, thrusting in and out of me, my body tugging back and forth against the buzzing rings. I began to moan loudly, no longer caring what anyone thought of me. The lady turned the handle faster and pressed her mouth against mine, pushing her tongue forcefully between my lips, and I kissed her back hungrily, sucking on her tongue and lips. I felt my orgasm building, losing control, my vision fading. I felt like his cock was going to rip me in two, tear my clit and breasts off, and I wanted nothing more. I tried to lift myself off the rock, pulling as hard as I could against the chains on my nipples as they vibrated through me, waves of pleasure and pain washing over me. The orgasm hit, and I screamed out in ecstasy, each thrust of his huge cock pounding through me. I clenched my cunt as tight as I could, and I heard him groan loudly. He gripped my ass tightly, painfully, and he began to spasm. He grabbed my shoulders and thrust into me even more forcefully, and held himself there. I clenched his cock again, feeling him twitch in response. I grabbed over and over, milking him, feeling the hot cum fill me, and he groaned, then collapsed on top of me. The crowd went wild, clapping, cheering and stomping their feet. Eventually, he lifted off me, his cock slipping out, and I lay there panting, clamped to the Deflowering Stone, feeling completely fulfilled. I felt his cum seep out of me and run down my leg, completing my delicious humiliation.