Submissives of the Warlord: A Novel of Future Bondage

by Powerone


ISBN 9781615086504
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Copyright 2015 Powerone
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A powerful, futuristic tale of bondage and submission by one of the bestselling masters of the genre, Powerone. In the aftermath of nuclear annihilation, protected villages are the only sanctuaries, but they all have a price to pay for the safety. Lord Michael sees his destiny to repopulate his new world. He needs women to do this but only if they agree to submit and bondage is encouraged.
Jennifer and her mother, Alexis, seek refuge with him, agreeing to submission to all males. Do they agree for protection, or do they have a deeper need?
Each chooses a job fitting their skills. Alexis becomes a seamstress, but Lord Harris encourages her to work with leather. He sees in her a creativity and a dark desire to experiment with her newfound submission, fashioning leather garments that are meant to restrain the most reluctant.
Jennifer seeks out a job that is unheard of. She wants to join the soldiers, an all-male force. First, she has to convince Bishop Roman to get her in to see Lord William, head of the soldiers. She finds success on her knees with, but not in prayerl. Lord William wants her but only her innocence. She is cunning as well as lethal. She succeeds is getting a test, but it is a combat, both of them naked until one of them taps out in submission, but in complete submission. More of her innocence is taken from her, but each time, she gets closer to her goal. Is her lost innocence taken from her or does she readily give it up for the pleasure? Can she reach her goal, or will the other male soldiers revolt against such sacrilege?



Preface

It had been twenty-five years since the beginning of the end. The world had finally gone mad. Most never knew how it began, but it didn’t matter. There were too many nuclear warheads and every country used them. No country was exempt from the nuclear devastation. All of the major population centers were hit. If the initial blast didn’t kill the inhabitants, the fallout eventually did. The lucky ones were those that lived far away from the major population centers, but they were few compared to the numbers that perished.

All of the governments fell and anarchy reigned. The chaos lasted for years, but even that soon went away. All of the technology that the world had relied on was gone forever. It was as though the world went back a hundred years, but this time, there wasn’t enough people left on the planet or enough inhabitable land for it to be resurrected.

This is where the story begins, the tale of survival for those that remained. Some might say that they would be better off dead, but the human spirit tends to think differently. In the face of impossible odds and innumerable obstacles, they find solace in the most unexpected places and ways. They will do things that would’ve been inconceivable in the past for survival. And there are always those that will take advantage of the unfortunate and use their power to subjugate the weak.



CHAPTER 1


Kingdom of Lord Michael


Meadow Brook Hall is located in the upper part of what was once Michigan. The 110-room, 88,000-square-foot mansion was built in the mid-1920s by Matilda Dodge Wilson, wife of the auto pioneer John Dodge. It’s situated on 1,400 acres on the edge of Lake Huron. It was far enough from Detroit to survive the nuclear attack. It was close to the Canadian border, so the cold winters discouraged most survivors to reside there. They took off to warmer climates.

One saw opportunity that others didn’t see. Major General Michael Campbell was lucky to be in an unpopulated area, hunting when the nuclear holocaust hit the world. He lived in Detroit, and he had visited Meadow Brook Hall when it was a historic site. With a small contingent of soldiers, he headed for it and set up his headquarters. At first, he tried to maintain his men as part of the United States military, but he soon learned there was no government left. He gave his men a choice—they could leave or stay with him. By that time, they all knew their families were gone and there were little choices left. All stayed with him.

The woods around Meadow Brook Hall began to encroach on it, and over the years, he began to build a giant wall around it. It took over ten years, little equipment was left that worked; the electronic pulse from the nuclear bombs had fried most electronics.

His numbers had grown over the years, but he became very selective in those that he allowed inside his compound. He knew he had to maintain an increasing population, so women were a priority for their child-rearing abilities, and they also stabilized the men he had, otherwise they would grow restless without female companionship.

After twenty-five years, Meadow Brook Hall had become more of a castle with high walls surrounding it and a small village nestled safely inside. The military uniforms were gone; his men dressed in black to distinguish them from the others, their numbers had grown to over 150, more than enough to repel any invaders, but they were always vigilant for those that thought they were an easy mark to take.

Major General Michael Campbell was gone; he was now Lord Michael, King of Meadow Brook Hall. Even at the age of sixty, he kept his trim, muscular military figure as though he defied age. He ruled his kingdom with an iron hand, but anyone could leave if they desired. No one was forced to abide by his rules, but the unknown outside the gates was enough to subjugate them to Lord Michael’s rule.

As in any kingdom, Lord Michael had his royal council to advise him. His most trusted men were part of this inner circle.

Money was no longer in existence but planning was a crucial. Lord Harris was the Chancellor of Planning. He oversaw all crop production, the shops in the village as well the many individuals that handmade the necessities needed for all to survive. As the kingdom’s population expanded, his power and workload increased. Lord Harris originally was one of Lord Michael’s soldiers, though when he joined, he was young. He grew into his power and prestigious. He was tall, over six feet two inches. As a soldier, he kept his body trim and muscular. At forty-five, he was the youngest of the council, but there was already the hint of stray gray hairs among his jet-black hair. He was handsome and could charm any woman with his wit and intelligence, though in Lord Michael’s kingdom, he didn’t need to. The royalty had the choice of any woman, at any time, married or unmarried. He was unmarried by choice, though he rarely slept alone in his bed. He had children, many of them, all from different women over the years, though he couldn’t give you the name of even one of them.

Controlling the largest contingent of men in the kingdom was Lord William. He oversaw the protection of the kingdom with his 150 men. After decades, most firearm ammunition was either depleted or no longer viable from rust, weather and deterioration. What little was left was used only in dire situations. His men had gone back to bows and arrows, spears, swords and other instruments of death. At least their enemies were also sent back to the dark ages with them, so it was a level playing field. Nothing mechanized had been seen in five years.

Lord Williams was an imposing figure fitting with his stature and responsibility. He was six feet five inches and two hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle. He didn’t have a drop of fat or flab on him. At fifty years old, he had the physique of a man in his twenties. He had a chiseled face and dark, brooding eyes that dared you to cross him. All feared him except for his men that respected him. In trouble, you could always find him in the front lines inspiring his men to action. He was fearless but also unmerciful.

Then, there was Bishop Roman. Religion in the form before the nuclear holocaust ceased to exist. There was no Vatican that controlled the Catholics, no churches, synagogues or temples. The Middle East was devastated with nuclear bombs, and their abundance of oil burned for ten years before it was finally extinguished from lack of fuel. The black cloud of smoke hung over the region for another five years before the earth could finally push it aside and let the sun back in. By that time, there was no one alive and Islam perished with it. There were rumors of some Buddhist temples still functioning high in the mountains in Asia, but it was only rumors.

Bishop Roman began his own religion, which worshipped the supreme god, Lord Michael. He wore a robe like a Christian, but the first vow of Christianity that he rid himself of was celibacy. The royalty’s access to any woman in its realm was too good to pass up. He was the least handsome of all the advisors. He was short, five feet five inches, slightly portly and growing bald. If it weren’t for his exalted position, no woman would touch him. Now, they worshipped his feet and other parts of his body, though most not by choice, only fearful of the consequences if they refused his advances.

The last member was the most crucial for life and death. Lord Joseph was in charge of health and welfare. As a medical doctor, he was one of the few they had; the rest of the staff had little medical training, a collection of former veterinarian technicians, EMT personnel and some nurses. Yet, they managed to keep everyone alive and bring forth the new babies the realm needed to survive for the future.

He was an unimposing person. He wore glasses, slightly balding, fifty years old with a slight belly that was hidden beneath his scrubs. Like the other royalty, he was unmarried. He enjoyed the company of many women, expert at bringing them pleasure, knowing their bodies better than they did.

The four men sat around the large, wooden table as they waited. The hall they were in was grand, laid out in regal beauty befitting of their importance. The flames from the torches on the walls blazed brightly in the damp room. Candles graced the table, four candelabra’s, each with a dozen black candles with flickering flames. The fireplace was black, fall hadn’t creeped up on them yet, but it was coming. The door opened on the other side of the room and four men with crossbows entered first, standing to the side of the door and waiting as Lord Michael entered.

Lord Michael came out with a flourish in his blue velvet robe that hung from his neck to his feet. A gold chain adorned his neck, heavy and imposing on his chest. He wore no crown, more in vanity than any other reason. He didn’t want to mess up his black long hair that graced his head. You couldn’t find a single gray hair or a bald spot, though the gray hairs were only gone due to being dyed weekly. Michael was a vain man about his looks. He took meticulous care of his body, refusing to age. That was a fault of a mortal man, not a god. He never thought of his mortality, he’d live forever.

Michael saw his council stand up in reverence as he entered. It was different from when he was a general. Now, he was the supreme ruler of the land. All trembled and bowed before him in fear and awe. Over the years, he had taken more power and no one stood in his way. He began to believe his own words; he had become a god for all to worship. “Sit, my fellows.”

Michael watched each of his handpicked men give their weekly reports, pleased that he had such a loyal and experienced group of advisors. He couldn’t have done what he did without them, and he was forever grateful. He’d do anything for them, without question.

Lord Harris was the first to speak. “The task of stocking for the winter is progressing without delay. We should be ready a month ahead of time. The weather patterns are consistently changing, so I don’t want to be caught unprepared. The realm now has a total of 610 people, including the 151 soldiers under Lord Williams command. There are 302 males of age, 78 males under age, 153 females of age and 77 females under age. We had two births this month, the second month in a row where we had more than one birth. We have provisions and space for an additional ninety for the near future and plans are made for increasing that number once winter is behind us again. There is no shortage of any items.”

“Thank you, Lord Harris. You amaze me at the progress you make each year, in spite of growing.” He turned to Lord Joseph. “How many females do we have that come of age this month?” Michael felt the stirring of his loins at the thought of new virgins to possess.

Lord Joseph answered him. “It will be a good month, Lord Michael. Three come of age, one of them will visit the day after tomorrow. I’m sure you’ll be pleased, as we’ll be. As to the rest of the subjects, we have no disease to speak of and all of our people are in good health” All of the lords looked forward to the women that came of age, Lord Joseph just as eager.

One of the early laws was to punish the defilement of any female under the age of eighteen with severity. The offense meant banishment from the realm, Lord Michael’s pronouncement final. Any female under the age of eighteen that lost their hymen by any natural means besides intercourse must report the occurrence immediately to Lord Joseph before the blood was dried. Once a female reached the age of ten, Lord Joseph required yearly examination to confirm the existence of her innocence by him personally. He looked forward to these examinations each year, especially for the females that neared the age of eighteen. He took into account for those that might have lost their innocence before they entered the protection of the kingdom. For those that neared the age of eighteen, he made the examination very meticulous and intimate. This was the beginning of their training for when they would be required to give the royalty the pleasure of their bodies in ways they never fathomed.

The subjugation of the females was explained in detail when they first requested entrance into the realm and sought its protection. For those that couldn’t or wouldn’t comply, they could leave without harm. Those that had husbands with them didn’t protest and none of the women chose to leave. The outside was a far more fearful place, and many of the women had suffered at the hands of scavengers. Though they knew their children would come under the same laws, the scavengers cared little about the age of females. They defiled them all, and most didn’t survive the attacks.

“You’ve done a good job of keeping everyone fit. I’m sure that the women that we’ll have this month will be enjoyable.” He turned his attention to Lord William.

He saw Michael look at him, so he didn’t wait for him to ask. “We’re well equipped and manned to fight off any invaders. I send out daily reconnaissance patrols to look for scavengers that might try to attack us, and at the same time, we are always on the lookout for other survivors that might need our assistance. I expect to see more survivors in the next month before winter sets in. After that, they’ll never survive our harsh winters.”

“Thank you, Lord William. We need more people, so be vigilant. We can flourish with fresh blood.” Michael loved that the survivors might be females. That was the best part of being king. Michael turned to Bishop Roman. “How is the spiritual aspect of our subjects?”

“Since you abolished marriage ten years ago, it has made the subjugation of the females much easier without any strings to another man. It has also increased the numbers of births each year. With birth control banned and multiple partners for the females, any problem of impotent males is diminished. The females have become more docile, though the introduction of bondage has increased the excitement in the relationship for the males. Surprising, we have found a new higher level of hesitation from the females, but rather than rebelling against this practice, they have embraced the newness and excitement of the sexual acts while constrained by ropes and other means, especially when taken by more than one male at a time. We’ll continue to explore this territory to the pleasure of the men and hopefully to the women.”

Bishop Roman continued. “As you have seen at our Monday services, the congregation has increased each week as they all praise the mighty Lord Michael, King of Meadow Brook Hall. I continue my personal meetings with individual subjects that might need spiritual or physical counseling.” That was the best part of Bishop Roman’s job.

“Yes, I know you devote so much time to your counseling, so many females in need of your words and touch.” Michael knew that he enjoyed the pleasure of many of the finest females the realm had to offer. None would refuse him in any act he wanted, and Michael knew that he required much from his women. “I want to thank you all for the excellent job you are doing. Is there any other problems I need to know of?” Michael never liked surprises. He heard them all murmur no. “Then, we shall meet tomorrow night when we will have the pleasure of the company of a new female of age. Lord Joseph has told me that she is a beauty.”

They all went back to work.





CHAPTER 2





Final Examination of the Tribute


Two days prior to this meeting, Lord Joseph had the pleasure of the final examination of Priscilla. She would be the first woman presented to the king and the council in tribute this month.

Priscilla was nervous, even though she knew this day was coming for over five years. Her mother and father chose to stay at Meadow Brook Hall in spite of the strange customs. Once they entered, they were no longer officially married, though they stayed together as a family. As Priscilla grew older, her mother began to fill her in on the details of what will happen once she was over eighteen years of age and a woman.

Today, she had an examination with Lord Joseph. She had been forewarned that it would be extensive and intimate, far more intimate than the yearly exams she had before, but she knew this would just be a prelude of what would happen in two days with the king and the other lords. She sat nervously in the waiting room.

Joseph let her wait a long time, wanting to prolong it for her. He finally went into the other room. “Come in, Priscilla.” It had been a year since he examined her, and he hadn’t seen her in about six months. Her body had filled out along with her age. She was truly a woman now that she was eighteen today.

Priscilla saw Lord Joseph look at her as she entered. Her mother had made her a new skirt and shirt to wear for the occasion, fitted for her body. The skirt was short, above her knees, and it hugged her hips and ass. The blouse had buttons down the front, and it clung to her breasts like a second skin. Her mother made her leave the top button open, even though Priscilla had protested it as too bold. She couldn’t deny that she looked good, not like when she wore the simple shifts during the summer while she worked. She never thought of herself as a woman until now.

Joseph looked at the beautiful girl standing before him. Her light brown hair hung down over her shoulders as she prepared to let it grow longer when summer was behind them. She had beautiful green eyes that sparkled with such innocence and her pink lips and smile was contagious. His cock hardened as he gazed at her body. Lord Michael would be pleased with her. He could see her nervousness, her fingers clenched in fists, but they hung submissively at her side. He saw the way she looked at the chair that awaited her. He never used it on her before, always hidden beneath the black cloth that draped it. Now, it was fully visible and there was no doubt of its purpose.

Priscilla bit her lip when she saw the chair. The back was sloped backward, but the scary part was the two wings that pushed up from the seat. There was no doubt what their purpose was. It was to hold her legs, and she saw the hinges on them, knowing they would open up. With her legs in them, she would be spread lewdly for the intimate examination of her sex. Lord Joseph had touched her there in previous years, but it was the briefest examination. His finger would enter her the slightest bit and back off when it found her hymen intact.

“Happy birthday. How are you feeling, Priscilla? Had any problems since the last time I saw you?”

She swung her head around when he spoke. He sat in a chair only inches from her, and she saw his hands, able to reach and touch her without moving from the chair. Of all the lords, she feared him taking her the most. He was one of the less appealing of the lords. “Thank you. I’m fine, just a bit nervous, that’s all.” Her lips were dry as she spoke.

“That’s understandable, Priscilla, but others like you have gone through this for many years now. Now, I want you to hold still,” he cautioned her.

She looked down as his hands moved until they touched her naked legs just above her knees. Each hand touched the outside of her leg, and then, they started to slide up. She watched as his hands disappeared beneath her skirt, and it wasn’t long before they touched her hips, and then, they suddenly slipped onto her buttocks. She felt his strong fingers grip her buttocks. They clenched, released and clenched again. It felt strange to be touched this way. The crack of her buttocks was pulled apart by his powerful hands, and she could feel a strange tingling in her anus as though he touched it.

“Hold your skirt up above your waist.”

It was difficult to do, in spite of him being a doctor. She pulled her skirt up, but his hands never left her buttocks. His fingers clenched them tight. She finally managed to pull her skirt up until he could see her simple white panties. Then, she felt his hands move; this time, they slid around her hips. Then, she heard his command and it sounded so obscene.

“Spread your legs.”

She had no choice, spreading her legs, but not too far. His hands move again, and this time, they shocked her senses. “AAAAHHHH!” She was caught by surprise when one hand went between her legs and her pussy was gripped by powerful fingers that dug into the soft flesh of her sex.

“Hold still,” he warned her as his fingers began to explore her pussy. She felt his finger slip between her puffy lips, and her lips encased it as if she wanted to hold it tight in her hot, damp embrace. He began to rub his thumb back and forth and soon heard her gasp but not in pain. His thumb had found her clit, and he rubbed it back and forth with hard pressure to push it against her pelvic bone. It was trapped by his finger and unable to escape the pleasurable touch.

She had masturbated many times before and knew what to do that would make her cum. So did Lord Joseph. His thumb overpowered her clit, pushing it hard against her pelvic bone and grinding it back and forth. He crushed it into the bone. It should hurt, but all she felt was the pleasure and the unmistakable wetness. She knew that he felt her shameful wetness. She struggled to keep her hips from moving and show her arousal.

She was definitely amorous; his touch made her aroused, and she couldn’t hide it as he felt her heated wetness.

One minute she regretted his touching her so intimately; the next, she regretted that he stopped so suddenly. His hands pulled from between her legs, deserting her, leaving her wanting. She still held up her skirt, waiting.

“You may lower your skirt.” She did, but she had a look of disappointment on her face. His hands moved up to her blouse. His fingers teased along the open button and found the swell of a naked breast beneath it. Eagerly, his fingers began the task of opening each button, pushing aside the two sides of her blouse to expose more then go on to the next button. It took a while to complete, but it teased both of them. He finally pulled the blouse open from the waistband of her skirt. She wore a simple white bra that did very little to hide or support her firm, youthful breasts. He hated that there was little fragile fabric that could be made into sexy lingerie any longer. It was a sexy treat he missed.

He pulled the blouse open to uncover her bra, and she watched as his two hands reached up and his fingers spread out over the cups of her bra. The fingers tightened onto her breasts and squeezed them. She felt the blood swell up into the tips and a strange tingle pounded in her nipples. When she masturbated, she never touched her breasts, but now, she wondered why. Would my touch bring such hardness to the tips as his do? His fingers became bolder and sought out her nipples. The tips turned hard, and he easily found them. With two fingers, he pinched them, softly at first but then harder. It should hurt, but even though the blood was pushed from the tips, she felt the pleasure of the fondling fingers touch her in places that had never been aroused before.

Joseph released her nipples, but he could plainly see them outlined in her thin bra, hard and pointed. He stood up and went behind her. He slipped the blouse off her and he felt her shiver when his fingers touched her naked back, but he soon found the catch of her bra and with such skill, he unsnapped it. He moved against her, leaning over her so he could see her breasts when they were revealed. His hands slipped the bra from her shoulders, and with her hands submissively at her side, it slid down and fell to her feet.

She felt his hot breath blow on her neck as he took off her bra, ready to reveal her naked breasts to his eyes. He might be a doctor, but she felt something different. When he pushed against her from behind, there was no mistaking a hardness that pushed into her backside. She knew enough of men that he was hard and erect, and it was stripping her body naked that made him that way. The bra slipped off her arms, and she struggled not to reach up and cover her breasts as they were revealed. Her fingers curled into fists as she was stripped to the waist. She looked down, her nipples were so hard, and she never saw them so big and red. It was as if the blood pounded into the very tips. She waited for him to touch her breasts, but she was disappointed. He didn’t. Instead, his hands went to the waistband of her skirt, and he made short work of opening the row of buttons that kept it secure. When he released it, it puddled onto her feet. She waited, knowing he wasn’t finished. His hands eagerly slid into the waistband of her panties, and she soon felt her panties slide over her hips. They fell unencumbered on her feet.

“Step out of them.” He waited until she kicked them aside, standing naked in front of him. His hands went to her hips and held her still. He couldn’t stop his desires, slowly moving his hips from side to side, so he could enjoy the pleasure of her naked buttocks rub on his throbbing erection. He couldn’t wait until the time he could unleash his cock against her naked buttocks, but Lord Michael would get her first. He could only play with her now, not her play with him. He finally stepped in front of her to gaze at her naked beauty. He saw her body turn pink from his lusty gaze.

He stood in front of her and looked at her, not as a doctor, but a man. There was no denying the bulge in the front of his pants. She’d felt it move against her naked buttocks when he rubbed so lewdly against her. Is this what men would do to me?

“Sit in the chair.” His eyes guided her to the chair where he could examine her intimately, the chair that would spread her legs open wide to reveal all of her secrets.

The chair was hard and cold when she sat on it, refusing to put her legs into the fearful stirrups that would expose her obscenely. He pulled his chair up close to her. She felt him grab one of her ankles, and she panicked.

“Relax; it’ll make this much easier and more enjoyable.” He felt the tension in her leg, and then, she surrendered. He gazed between her legs as he swung one leg up until her lower leg was encased in the wing of the chair. The sides of each wing swept up; once her legs were raised higher, it would almost be impossible to pull them out. He moved to the other leg, gripping her ankle tightly, harder this time to bring her other leg up as he split her up the middle. He heard her groan as he pulled her leg up high and lowered it into the other wing. He stopped to admire her pussy. The wings weren’t spread wide, but it did leave her exposed. Her virgin lips barely opened, but there was no doubt of the twinkle of wetness on the fine hairs that lined her slit. She had a neatly trimmed bush, wondering if she’d done it for this examination.

Her thigh muscles struggled to close her legs, a spontaneous reaction to be revealed so intimately, but it did little to help her. He moved the wings higher up; her butt slowly raised up from the seat as the back of the chair began to recline. It was a shameful positon she was in when he finished. She half reclined, her legs spread wide and high in the air, unable to pull them out any longer. She knew she looked obscene, split open from her pussy all the way down. He stared lewdly between her legs.

Joseph pulled the chair between her legs so his hands would be able to explore her fully. “Hold still,” he warned her, yet she still jumped when his hands slid over her soft inner thighs. He caressed them, as a lover would do, not a doctor. He got to her crotch, and with two fingers of each hand, he began to spread the petals of her pussy open like a spring flower. He pulled them wide until they yawned open and exposed the pink, wet inner flesh, virgin and untouched by any other man. He felt her body shiver when he blew on her pussy.

She knew how indecently she was exposed when she felt his hot breath blow on her inner pussy. His fingers dug into the puffy flesh of pussy lips and stretched them wide. She saw his head lean in closer between her legs, fearing what he might do. He kept her spread open wide for a long time as his eyes assaulted her intimate body.

Her pussy lips were oily and slick, but he continued to keep her open as he gazed at her virgin pussy. Her opening was a dark, tight hole, untouched and protected by her hymen. His finger probed it until he found the elastic hymen, backing off immediately, not wanting to break it and take the joy from Lord Michael. He began to explore her pussy with his fingers, sliding up and down the soft, wet inner lips until he coaxed more of her juices out. His finger rode all the way to the top of her slit but stopped short when it got to her clit. He wouldn’t touch it until she was sufficiently aroused.

Priscilla struggled with her feelings. She couldn’t deny that he stroked her so pleasurably but struggled with the realization that he was so much older than she was. His fingers played over her pussy, touching her in places that she barely touched herself, but he never touched where she wanted it the most. She knew her pleasure button was what drove the orgasm through her body. If her legs weren’t pinned so tightly in the wings, she wouldn’t have been able to control her own movements. It felt too good. Not even when one hand slid up her chest and began to play over her nipple could dampen her pleasure. In fact, she found that when he pinched and rubbed her nipple, the pleasure shot through her breast to run down between her legs.

He peeled apart her pussy lips once again, this time high up her slit. He pushed his fingers around the base of the tiny button of pleasure and made it pop out. Then, he rubbed the tip of one finger back and forth over her clit as she moaned loudly. He felt her juices flow freely now, no longer able to fight the pleasure that raced through her body. He could see the pleasure etched in her face. His other hand slid lower down her pussy, past her virgin opening and over her perineum. It didn’t stop, sliding up the crack of her buttocks, sweaty now, but that didn’t deter him.

She felt a strange tickling as another finger slid down her slit, but it didn’t stop. She felt the back of the chair recline more and her butt rose up higher. Her clit was continually rubbed, pinched and prodded with such skill, but the other finger ran between her buttocks. She tried to clench them tight, but with her legs parted wide, it was a futile gesture. The finger continued to ride higher up her crack until she felt it. The finger slowed as it passed over her anus. The muscles went into uncontrollable contractions from the unnatural touch, but she couldn’t do anything to stop it. It moved past her anus, all the way to the top, but then, it journeyed back down, and this time, it stopped on her anus. “No, please, no,” she begged, but her cries fell on deaf ears. She felt the finger begin to probe her, pushing harder against the restraining muscles of her anus. In spite of the rude touching of her anus, the pleasure still raced through her body, and she wasn’t sure how long she could hold out. The only way she wouldn’t have an orgasm was if he stopped touching her altogether.

He grabbed her clit, swollen and hard now with pounding blood, and twisted it. She gasped from his rough touch, but her moans followed it quickly. He had a hard time holding her clit, her pussy wet, the chair beneath her stained with her juices. His finger was poised on her anus, and with gradual pressure, he felt her anal ring began to blossom open. His eyes were glued to the tiny brown hole beneath his fat finger.

The finger became more insistent, and Priscilla knew that he’d penetrate her there. She didn’t know why he’d want to do such a thing, but she couldn’t stop him, and the pleasure in her body was building in spite of it. She felt her anal ring begin to stretch. It didn’t hurt, but it was unpleasant and unnatural to be touched in such a place. His finger was big, her hole small, but she felt herself open, and then, suddenly, she felt the tip of his finger penetrate her backside. It took her by surprise, but it was strange; it felt like her anus sucked his finger inside as though she wanted to be touched in such a place. Her anal ring stretched tight around his finger, but it was the tip of his finger that pressed against the muscles in her rectum that was disconcerting. The finger didn’t hurt beyond a bit of burning as her anal ring stretched to accommodate it. But, the finger moved slowly as it began to explore inside her, moving like a slithering snake, back and forth as it drove deeper into her rectum. She felt her anal ring stretch wide around his fat, hard-boned knuckle as the finger dug deeper into her backside.

Her ass hole was a hot, tight furnace. Her muscles gripped his finger so hard that he had to fight to slide it in deeper. He was up to the first knuckle, but he wouldn’t let her cum until he had a finger all the way inside. He could feel her inner muscles nip at his bony finger, but he was determined to probe her guts. He watched as the tiny hole finally swallowed his entire finger, his knuckles pressed against the reluctant hole. He made her feel his power, bending the tip of his finger to stretch her elastic walls. He speeded up the rubbing of her clit; it was time to make her cum for him.

She couldn’t escape the probing finger, driving deep inside her guts, twisting and turning as her muscles went into uncontrollable spasms. It was so unnatural, and she couldn’t figure out why he wanted to touch her in such a place. She wondered what it would feel like if his other finger were inside her pussy at the same time. Would they both touch in some deep place inside me?

“Cum for me, Priscilla,” Joseph ordered her. He continued to rub her clit as his finger stayed deep inside the pulsating depths of her intestines, gripped in a hot blanket of her inner flesh.

She should revolt against the order he demanded of her, making her perform as though she was a trained animal. Yet, there was no way she could stop it any longer. It was his hand, not hers, that inspired her pleasure, and he worked her over, knowing her body better than she did. She thought the finger up her backside would dampen her lust, but it seemed to ignite it in a way she couldn’t fathom. She got pleasure in a place that she never expected. His fingers tingled the insides of her backside with a perverse pleasure until she couldn’t hold out any longer. Her cry scared her when her head exploded. She closed her legs when she came by her own fingers, but she couldn’t do anything, spread wide, impaled in her backside as the finger continued to work over her pleasure button as she came. It felt like it was never ending. Her body shuddered and shook, going from one plateau to another without let up. She cried, screamed and came explosively for so long that her muscles were exhausted when it finally ended. His finger deserted her pleasure button, but the one in her backside continued to stay inside, buried as deep as he could.

“Squeeze my finger in your ass, Priscilla.” He felt her hesitate, but then, he felt the gentle contractions of her muscles around his finger. “Again,” he ordered her, and this time, she clenched tighter and held it longer. When she released her grip, he ordered her again. “One more time, Priscilla, show me how tight your ass is.”

She didn’t know why he wanted her to do this, but she obeyed. She found it perversely pleasurable to obey his command, squeezing his finger with her ass muscles as though it was the most obvious thing to do. She used all her power the last time, clenching on it tight for so long before she finally released the grip on his finger. He began to pull his finger out of her backside. It felt just as intense when it withdrew as it did when he penetrated her, so she clenched on it when it started to pull out her anal ring. She gripped his finger until it finally pulled free of her hole, but even then, her anal ring took a long time until it finally closed.

Joseph helped her out of the chair. “You did well, Priscilla. Make your king happy with your body and do as he commands.” He’d be waiting for his chance with her that day.





CHAPTER 3





Dangers and Perils of the Outside World


It was a harsh life the last five years for Alexis and her family. They had traveled from state to state, leaving the devastated west coast in hopes that the less populated states were in better shape. With her husband, Bill, and their daughter, Jennifer, it was one disappointment after another.

They’d found a safe life for almost twenty years in upstate California, close to the Oregon border, but then, it was overrun by scavengers. They were forced from their home and onto the road, but they were lucky compared to many of their friends. The unlucky perished under the ruthlessness of the scavengers.

They stayed close to the Canadian border where many people didn’t live before the nuclear holocaust, but others did the same thing, including the scavengers. They had survived so far by sticking with groups of other families, but the numbers were forever changing as each family chose a different path and destination. As far as Alexis could figure out, they were in Wisconsin. Luckily, it was summer, but they’d have to find somewhere to hold up for the winter before long. The group they were in consisted of thirty-two of them in total, twelve men, fourteen women and six children. All of the children were older, most close to Jennifer’s age, eighteen. It was too grueling for younger children, most perished from the harshness of the life or disease.

The sun was behind them as they marched east. Bill was in the lead, one of the few that had a rifle and still had ammunition that would fire. Alexis and Jennifer were farther back in the group, wanting to keep them safe as best as he could. All around them was forest, and they were easy targets, but Bill kept his eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary.

Alexis watched Bill, always vigilante. She kept Jennifer at her side, fearing what would happen if the scavengers got them. Bill had lost a lot of weight over the years, fat turned to muscle. He looked more handsome than he ever did, in a bad-boy way. It was difficult, with little privacy, but they still managed to have passionate lovemaking, more animalistic in the open air beneath the stars. She loved to feel his six-foot body lay on her, her legs spread wide while his cock gave her such pleasure. His large hands, now callused and strong, guided her body in every imaginable way. She even got used to his beard scratching her thighs harshly, but his tongue between her legs made up for it. She knew Jennifer was a virgin, not many chances to find a boy her age, but Alexis hoped that one day they would find a safe place to stay and she could find a man like her father that would make her as happy as Bill made Alexis.

The woods were unusually quiet, but then, there was the sound of swishing. Bill was the first to look around, but by the time he raised his rifle, it was too late. An arrow flew by and caught him in the neck. His jugular was pierced by the hardened tip of an arrow, and he spilled red blood like an open faucet. It blanketed his coat before he hit the ground with a thud. A wave of arrows followed, and man after man was hit, some wounded, but most fell dead from the expert shots.

“Run, run!” Alexis yelled to Jennifer, pushing her away as they both headed for the woods. She knew their only chance was to hide from the attackers. She was defenseless except for a knife tucked in her belt.

Jennifer’s heart raced, but she was calmer than she expected. This wasn’t the first time they were attacked, but this time, it looked like it was a larger force. The attackers took out almost all the men before she saw anyone come out from the cover of the trees. Jennifer was fast, hearing her mother behind her, but she could tell she was winded. They found the trees, but they were quickly stopped in their tracks. Three men with bows raised up and aimed at them popped out of the bushes. Jennifer looked for an escape, but there were more men on each side. Behind them was the devastation of the initial attack. The road was littered with dead bodies, her father in the front. The other women and children were being herded up like cattle by the men.

“If you run, you’re dead!” Jake yelled out the command, ready to back up his words with action. He had no qualms about killing a woman or child. It was either now or in a few days when they had their way with them or they no longer served a purpose. He hoped these two didn’t run; he’d hate to pass up their lovely bodies, especially the younger one. It had been months since he had one this young, hoping she was a virgin. It’d been years since he popped the cherry of a virgin.

Alexis knew they were in trouble. Bill was dead, but she couldn’t worry about that right now. These were scavengers and from the way they killed all the men in one massive attack; she knew it was the women they were after. She knew that they would be taken in the most vicious and perverted ways by the men, and once their lust was satisfied, they’d be killed just like the men. Alexis had close calls over the years but had never been sexually attacked, but her fears were foremost in her mind now as the men marched over to them. She feared for Jennifer the most. She was innocent and young.

Jennifer saw the ropes in the men’s hand as they moved next to them. The men had hardened faces and evil glints in their eyes. One reached down to his crotch and rubbed it, Jennifer knew why. They were dirty and unwashed, able to smell them as they came closer, but she knew that they’d be on top of her soon enough. She had seen her parents making love, but these men wouldn’t be gentle.

“Don’t hurt us,” Alexis begged, but the man swung her around and yanked her arms harshly behind her back. She heard Jennifer cry out at the same time. Her wrists were quickly tied behind her back too tight. She felt her fingers go numb as the blood was cut off. Another rope was tied around her elbows, forcing her arms stringently together. The muscles in her back ached from the enforced arch, but she saw why when she looked down. Her breasts were thrust out as if she teased the men to touch them. Jennifer was bound the same way, her youthful breasts pushed out hard and pointed.

A rope was tied around Jennifer’s neck, and she gulped when it was tightened. The scavenger grabbed the other end of the rope and gave it a yank. The rope tightened around her throat until she began to move, the scavenger led her off as if she was his pet dog. Her mother followed her, bound and led. Four other women and two girls were the only other survivors. None of the other women or children were seen. She feared they were killed, too old or unattractive. There had to be two dozen scavengers and all of them looked at her with lust in their eyes. She didn’t see any women with the scavengers.

It was hours before they stopped, deep in the woods, the sun barely broke through the canopy of branches. It was the scavengers’ camp, but it looked like they had only been here for a few days. Alexis feared it was worse. It looked like the camp was bigger than the men that attacked them. Was there more of them?

“Tie them to the trees so they can’t get away.” The men made short work of it, though they did take the time to molest them. Jennifer found her wrists and elbows untied, but only long enough for her to be sat against the tree. Her arms were yanked high above her head, and then, the ropes were tied around the tree, trapping her. Another rope went around her middle, too tight, forcing the air from her lungs. She could barely take a deep-enough breath to fill her lungs. Her breasts were pushed up high by the rope, and it wasn’t lost on the man that tied her up. He was ugly with a tooth missing in the front and the rest looked rotted. He smelled. He was big, over two hundred pounds, but there was little fat, all muscles.

“What’s your name, bitch?” Jackson snarled at her. He hoped he’d get a chance with this one, but he knew the boss would get her first. She had to be a virgin.

“Jennifer,” she managed to stammer. “Please, let us go,” she begged.

“Why would I want to let a great piece of pussy like you go?” He reached down, with his hands grabbed her tits, squeezing them harshly to make her cry out in pain as tears flowed from her eyes. “You ever fucked a man?” He found her nipple with two fingers, pinched and twisted it until he got an answer.

“No, don’t touch me, I’m innocent,” she pleaded, but she saw the way he grabbed his crotch.

“I got a nice hard cock for you, Jenny, going to fuck you hard. You’re going to be our little whore.” He looked over at the other one. “Is this your momma?”

“Yes,” Alexis answered boldly.

“Good, we’ll let you show her how to fuck and suck. You ever take on thirty men? By the time you’re finished, your little Jenny will be a pro. Don’t go away, I’ll be back soon. Boss won’t be here for a day or so. Wouldn’t pluck your Jenny, but I’d love to have you suck my cock while Jenny watches.” Jackson rubbed his cock before he walked away.

“I’m sorry, Jennifer. It doesn’t look good.” As much as Alexis tried to keep her safe, it looked like the end was in sight. Bill was gone, and there was no hope left. For the first time since the beginning, Alexis was desperate.

“It’s not your fault.” Jennifer couldn’t believe how calm and collected she was in spite of her predicament. She was about to lose her virginity in a defiling act and her life was in question, yet she wasn’t afraid. Her eighteen years had been hard, but her mother and father had always been there for her. She was a woman now, and she’d have to shape her own destiny. It was strange; she was bound to a tree, with her body bound so tight that she could barely breathe, yet she felt an excitement. A sexual excitement. The scavengers were vile beasts, but the helplessness of her situation gave her an unexpected tremor of pleasure. She only hoped that none of the men that would take her would make her cum in front of her mother. She couldn’t bare that humiliation.

They sat bound in silence, nothing left to say, both of them grieved the death of Bill. The sun began to set when Jackson came back. He carried a canteen of water. He offered it to Jennifer first.

“Want to quench your thirst, Jenny? Open your mouth.”

She was afraid of why he wanted her to open her mouth, but she was parched. All the running before they were caught had tired her. It was hours since they were left alone. “Yes, thank you,” trying to be polite. She opened her mouth as he stepped forward. She remembered what he said about taking her mother’s mouth, fearing that he’d do the same to her. Then, she felt the water run over her tongue, gulping quickly to quench her thirst, not knowing when she’d get more. He didn’t take the canteen away until she was finished.

Jackson turned to her mother. “What’s your name, bitch?”

“Alexis.” She didn’t say anything else, afraid of offending him. He had a large knife on his belt and from the look on his face, he wasn’t afraid to use it.

“Pretty name, you want a drink, Alexis?” He smiled down at her.

“Yes, please.”

“You gonna have to work a bit harder for a drink, Alexis.” He put the canteen down and stood in front of her. Her head was at the right height, and he saw the fear in her eyes. She knew. He opened up his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He stroked his cock through his shorts. “You keep your eyes on this, Alexis, or else Jenny will pay for your disobedience.”

Alexis had no choice, staring at him as he undressed. She almost wretched when she saw his soiled and stained shorts, bulging from his erection. She knew she’d have to take his foul cock in her mouth. That was bad enough, but it was made worse with Jennifer forced to watch. He lowered his shorts, and his cock bounced in front of him. His hand grabbed it and stroked the shaft. He was big, the head fat and the shaft long.

“Don’t take your eyes off my cock, Jenny, or it’ll be your mouth that takes it.” His cock was harder at the thought of the young bitch watching her mother suck his cock.

She looked at it, willing to do anything to keep from taking it in her mouth. She’d never seen an erect cock, at least not this big. It had a dark-red head, almost purple, and the shaft was filled with gnarled blue veins. His balls hung below him, covered in black, thick, wiry hairs. He stroked it, and it looked like it got bigger. How big could it get?

Jackson picked up the canteen. He moved close to Alexis, one hand held his cock, the other the canteen. “Stick out your tongue.”

She had no choice, doing as he ordered. He poised his cock over her tongue and tilted the canteen until it spilled water on his cock.

“Lick it off.”

In spite of the clean water on his cock, her mouth was filled with the foul taste when she licked his soiled cock. He poured water while she licked all of the head. That was the worst, tasting the salty, thick leaking cum that her tongue coaxed out when it rubbed over the slit on the tip. Then, she had to work on the shaft, her tongue forced to lick up and down the shaft until it glistened with the water and her spit. He lifted his cock up by the head and pressed it against his abdomen.

“Lick my balls and do a good job.” Jackson never had a woman do that before, but she obeyed without question.

Jennifer couldn’t believe what her mother had to do. She licked his cock and now she did his balls. She could see her grimace when she got hairs stuck in her mouth, but she licked all of his hanging balls. Now, she’d have to do worse, she’d have to take his cock in her mouth. Jennifer knew that men would shoot out when they finished. Would he do that in my mother’s mouth?

“You sure is good, Alexis. You must have sucked your husband a lot. Now, take the head into your mouth. Keep them lips nice and tight, and I want to feel your tongue work its magic on my cock. You do a good job and I’ll reward you with a load of cum you can swallow.” He released his cock and pushed it down onto her lower lip. She opened her mouth obediently, and he pressed forward with his hips until he felt her soft, wet lips encase the head in a tight grip. She obeyed without question; her tongue began to swish across the head of his cock with such pleasure. He rewarded her with drops of his cum.

Alexis never had another man’s cock in her mouth, but now, she worked over this one as though she loved him. Her lips had to stretch to take the big head in her mouth, and the minute her tongue ran over the tip of his cock, he leaked profusely in her mouth. His cum was thick and vile, salty and acrid. She was ashamed when she saw Jennifer look at her while she did this vile act. She felt him push with his hips, and she had to contend with more of his cock pushed into her mouth. It pushed her tongue out of the way and forced her to pull it out from beneath it so she could give him the pleasure he wanted. Her head was pinned against the tree with nowhere to escape. He could shove as much cock into her mouth that he wanted, and she’d have to take it, fearing that it would slice down her throat. Bill never made her do that, pulling back if he made her gag on his cock when he got too energetic.

“Time to suck.” Jackson began to fuck her mouth, each time driving more cock into her mouth. Her lips were so tight, like an elastic band around the shaft. “Watch and learn, Jenny, you’ll be sucking soon enough.” He saw the look on her face. He couldn’t wait to see her take the boss’s cock in her mouth the first time. The boss had the biggest cock of all the men, and he loved to shove it down a woman’s throat.

His rough hands went to her face, holding her so Alexis couldn’t move to the side to escape his cock. He began to fuck her mouth harder and deeper now until she could feel his heavy balls slap against her chin. The head of his cock shot to the back of her mouth, and the first time it hit the small opening of her throat, she gagged. There was no way that monster could fit in her throat; it was impossible. He never pulled his cock from her mouth, making her take the powerful thrusts as her spit dribbled down her chin. Finally, his cock slipped from her mouth, but his hand grabbed it, rubbed the spit- and cum-drenched head all over her cheeks and lips.

“You’re not finished yet; open your mouth,” he ordered her urgently. When her lips began to part, he thrust in without hesitation, eager to be back inside. He shoved all the way until the head of his cock smacked into the back of her mouth, but this time, he didn’t back off. He pressed forward until he was rewarded with a gag.

“GGGLLUGGH!” He was ruthless, driving his cock in one thrust all the way to the back of her mouth. This time, he didn’t back off, pressing the head of his cock into the small hole of her throat. The minute she gagged, her mouth opened wide, tears fell from her eyes and her nose ran. When her mouth opened wide, his cock breached her throat. She could feel the thick head beat against the muscles in her throat that fought to keep it out. It was a losing battle, gulping loudly as she choked once again when his cock head had more success in breaching her throat. She didn’t think it was possible, but there was no denying the cock that tickled her throat as it rasped in deeper. He began to pull his cock out and then thrust back in, but he didn’t pull from her throat. Her muscles revolted and tried to fight it from entering any deeper.

Jennifer heard the gurgling sounds from her mother’s mouth, and she saw the way she’d swallowed half of his cock. She didn’t know how it was possible, but the big cock was buried in her mother’s throat. Jackson ripped it up and down her throat. She watched it with rapt attention, ashamed that it fascinated her. She watched the way the thick shaft with large veins was forced through her mother’s silky lips. She could see the way her mother’s cheeks moved, knowing her tongue was rubbing over the cock in her mouth, wondering what it would feel like or taste like if she had to do it. His balls slapped against her mother’s chin when he thrust in.

Jackson reluctantly pulled his cock from her throat, but that didn’t mean he was finished. He began to fuck her mouth, making her take the full measure of his cock with each thrust. There was no way she could take it all without going into her throat, so he heard her choke each time he breached the tight hole. She could do nothing but take it and give him his pleasure. “Such a good cocksucker, Alexis. I hope Jenny is as talented. By the time I’m finished, she’ll know how to do it from watching you. I bet you never expected to teach your daughter to suck cock.”

It felt like hours that Alexis had to endure the cock in her mouth. She vomited once, but he never pulled his cock out, using his cock like a battering ram to shove the vomit back down her gullet. The vomit mixed with his foul-tasting cum in her mouth. He pulled his cock out a few times, but it was only long enough for her to fill her lungs, then he was back, hard and deep into her throat. He loved to hold her pinned against his abdomen, his hips moving in circles as he corkscrewed his cock into her resisting throat.

Jennifer didn’t know how her mother lasted so long. Jackson was ruthless, using her mouth as if it was her sex. Jennifer didn’t realize a man could hold out so long without cumming. She thought it would be only minutes, but Jackson was relentless. She somehow knew it would be over soon. She could tell by the sound of his voice and his urgent movements. At least her mother’s suffering would be done. Jennifer licked her lips as though she could taste the man’s cum on them.

“Get ready, Alexis. Open your mouth and don’t move away or else,” he warned her. He pulled his cock out of her mouth but set the head on her lower lip. He saw her pink tongue inside as he began to stroke his cock. He wished she wasn’t bound so she could rub it, but he had to be content for now. He stroked faster as the cum built up in his balls. Then he felt it. He stood up on his toes as he felt his cum shoot up his cock. “Swallow it all, Alexis, or else.”

It was disgusting when Jennifer saw it. She saw thick, white crème shoot out the head of his cock into her mother’s waiting mouth. Jennifer never thought it would be so much, but even when the first jet shot out, he stroked his cock until he shot a second load into her mouth. Her mother’s face was gnarled in a grimace as she took load after load of cum in her mouth. Jackson shot four times, each time less powerful and profuse, but by that time, her mother’s lips were covered in thick white crème that refused to move and her tongue was coated with a thick blanket of white crème. She saw her mother’s throat begin to move, knowing she was swallowing his cum. Jennifer could almost taste it in her mouth.

Jackson never had it so good, Alexis sucked his cock so expertly, and now, she had his load of cum in her mouth. “Take the head inside and lick it clean. Don’t spill a drop; you’ll swallow all of it,” he warned her.

She gulped, gagged and her tongue licked up all the foul crème. It was so thick that it almost refused to go down her gullet. It was hot and salty, blanketing her taste buds with the vile, acrid taste. She did the shameful act of cleaning all the cum from his cock as Jennifer watched her complete the humiliating act. Only when it was clean did she spit it out, but that didn’t rid her mouth of his foul taste.

“See what you have to look forward to, Jenny.” Jackson finally left them reluctantly.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, Jennifer. It was so degrading.” Alexis tried to apologize for what she was forced to do.

“It’s okay; I know you didn’t do it on your own.” There was silence after that, but Jennifer couldn’t get the act out of her head. What would it feel like to have a cock in my mouth while I was bound and unable to stop him from doing what he wanted in my mouth? She’d never admit the thought to anyone, not even herself.





CHAPTER 4





Lord Michael’s Tribute


“Be a good girl,” her mother told her as though she was going off to the first day of school, but they all knew this was much different.

Priscilla said goodbye to her parents. This was something she never fathomed as she grew up. She left to be taken sexually by at least four older men, taken in ways that she didn’t even understand. She was a virgin, her mother told her little about what would happen, and her older friends wouldn’t tell her. They only told her, you’ll learn quickly.

She was taken to a place that few had visited or at least would admit they’d visited it. She had the same short skirt and blouse she wore for her last examination by the doctor. The two guards held the door open for her, and when she entered, they closed it behind her, but they didn’t enter. It was a large room, brilliantly lit by torches all around the room. In front of the room was a large chair with a cluster of four chairs on a lower level in reverence to the power of the king. No one was in the room as she looked around. There were other furniture in the room, but all was shrouded in black cloths as though to hide their sinister purposes. It wasn’t long before a door on the other side of the room opened up. One man entered with four behind him. Priscilla had seen Lord Michael before, everyone knew the king. He was first man to enter. The four men behind him were the king’s council, recognizing Lord Joseph from her examination. She didn’t know the others from sight, but it had to be Lord William, Lord Harris and Bishop Roman.

Michael wore his regal red robe made of the finest silk, naked beneath it as usual. The other lords followed him in blue robes of silk, just as fine, but not as regal as his, fitting their lower station in life. All were naked beneath them. All were hard and ready for this virgin beauty. Michael took his place on the throne and the others sat below him. “Come over here, Priscilla, so we can take in your beauty.”

She walked over as if it were her last steps, until she stopped in front of them. They all looked at her, but none at her eyes, all gazed at her body, and from the bulge in their robes when they walked in, all were excited by her body. It was strange that she felt proud that she could inspire such lust in them, humiliated that she thought this. The thought of a man’s organ entering her terrified her at the same time it excited her. She’d be a woman when they finished with her.

“Do you know why you’re here, Priscilla?” Michael wanted to be sure that she knew her role.

“Yes, I’m here to please you, all of you.”

“How will you do that?”

“With my innocence and my body.” Her voice trembled as she said it.

“Very good, begin. Slowly take off your clothes for us. Do it to excite us with your lovely, virgin body.” Michael’s cock felt like it would burst unless he could free it from his robes.

She knew she’d have to take off her clothes for them, but this sounded much different than she expected. Lord Joseph had taken her clothes off, the same results but less shameful for her. She wasn’t sure how to do it sexily, but she tried. She stood there, spreading her legs, as Lord Joseph had required of her. Her fingers went to her blouse, plucking at each button and pushing the blouse to the sides to reveal her breasts. She wore no bra or any panties at her mother’s urging. At least she’d be naked quickly. She felt a flush on her chest as she opened the last button and pulled the blouse from her skirt. She looked down; half her breasts revealed though the blouse still covered her hardened nipples. Why do they grow so hard? She looked at the king as he stared at her chest, finally getting enough nerve to pull the blouse off her arms. She stood there, naked to the waist for all the men to see. Her nipples tingled with such excitement as they stared at her. She saw one of the lords reach for his crotch, and she was sure that was his big erection that his fingers clutched so passionately. Then, she remembered the words, do it sexily. Her hands reached up to her breasts, cupping the firm flesh in her hands, and then, her fingertips rubbed over the tips just as Lord Joseph did when he masturbated her. She never knew they were so sensitive until Lord Joseph teased them to such hardness, but it was so much better as the men watched her touch herself. She squeezed her nipples, and the pleasure shot to the depths of her breasts. She felt a shameful pleasure between her legs.

Priscilla released her nipples reluctantly as she readied to rid herself of the last garment. Her fingers nervously opened each button as her other hand held her skirt up until she was ready. With the last button no longer holding her skirt together, she looked at the king as she let the waistband go. She felt the skirt slide down her legs and sit on her feet, naked for all to see except for her shoes. She did something bold, spreading her legs wider, able to feel her pussy lips open up. The king looked at her crotch with such attention.

“You played with your nipples, Priscilla; do the same with that lovely pussy. Let us see it all. Pluck your lips open and show us your wetness.” Michael loved the sight of tight, virgin pussy lips, but he wanted more.

She regretted that she’d touched her nipples; now, they wanted more. They wanted her to masturbate as she did in the privacy of her own bed. She had no choice; she had to pleasure them in any manner they wanted. It was her duty. She continued to look at the king while her hands reached down to her pussy. She felt the shameful wetness on her pussy lips as her fingers gripped them tight to keep them from escaping. She began to pull them open. More of the lords began to reach for their crotches, openly fondling what were very big erections beneath the robes, but the king refused to touch himself, intent on watching her perform. She didn’t stop until she felt the tug on her lips, spread wide until they ached. She pinched tighter to grip the oily lips to keep them from escaping.

Michael looked at the virgin pussy opened up intimately for him to see, and there was no doubt that she was wet and aroused. “I love the wet, pink inner lips, Priscilla. Stroke your slit, pleasure yourself, but don’t cum,” he warned her.

She didn’t know whether she could stop an orgasm if she started. She’d never done it before. In her bed, it was always her goal to cum. Could I stop in time? She released her pussy lips, but one finger found her slit and pushed inside. She began to stroke it up and down, gathering up her increasing wetness. She looked at the lords as they stroked their organs beneath their robes, just as she did her pussy. But, she didn’t touch her clit, knowing that once she did, she’d be unable to stop the runaway train of her orgasm. She used two fingers now, up and down, pushing aside her lips to stroke her wetness. She looked as the king watched her shamefully masturbate for his pleasure.

“Don’t forget your pleasure button. Let us see it, pinch it and reveal it to our eyes,” Michael ordered.

She had to do it, reaching up and stroking her finger over the tip until it swelled up in pleasure. Only then did she pinch the base and feel all the blood pour to the tip. She looked down, turning red in shame when she saw how big and red it was. She held it tight around the base as her fingernail rubbed back and forth across the sensitive tip. Not even her sharp nail could dampen the pleasure from building up. Her hips began to move, unable to stop the gentle motion as the pleasure built up in her body. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep this up without exploding, shaming herself before these powerful men.

“Stop!”

The king’s voice rose up, demanding. She pulled her fingers away, afraid she’d done something wrong. She looked at him, not a smile on his face.

“Turn around. I want to see your ass.”

It shocked her when he said that, but then, she remembered the way Lord Joseph had touched her back there. The king wanted her to expose her ass to all of the lords, but she knew that he wanted to see her tiny anus. She turned around; at least, she wouldn’t have to see the expressions on their faces when she lewdly exposed her anus to their eyes. In spite of her shame, she knew she had to please the king. She spread her legs wider this time. Her fingers crept around her hips, and she dug them deep into her buttocks. She made her buttock muscles relax as her fingers slowly peeled her cheeks apart. She could feel the air in the room blow on her exposed anus as her cheeks parted and revealed her tiny, defenseless hole. To make sure she pleased them, she bent over deeply at the waist; her cheeks pulled apart as she pushed her ass back at them and exposed all of her intimate charms. She knew that she was shamelessly exposed, all the way from her anus to her pussy. She held the humiliating pose for long minutes, unable to control the contractions in her anus, feeling the muscles clench and unclench. Each time it did, her pussy muscles clenched tight as if pleasing an organ inside her virgin hole.

“Turn around and stand up straight,” Michael’s voice rang out. It was time.

She heard the king speak, but his voice came from a different direction. When she turned around, all of them had got up, and they walked over to where the black cloths draped over the mysterious objects. All of their robes pushed out obscenely as if tent posts were underneath them. She didn’t know that a man’s organ could be that big.

They uncovered a large wooden chair with a padded seat. The chair had no arms and thick legs. They brought it over, dragging the heavy chair across the floor until it was in front of the other chairs but faced them. Priscilla walked over to it, standing there and waited.

The king was only inches from her. He looked into her eyes as he opened his robe. It was made to come off easily, and it did. He dropped it to the floor. Naked, he sat on the chair.

She tried to continue looking in his eyes, but she couldn’t resist. Her eyes went down to his crotch, and she felt the blush cover her face in a lovely pink shade as she gazed at her king’s organ. He was so big, too big. His organ stood out, six, seven maybe eight inches. It was thick, the skin on the shaft not tight on the shaft as it was on the head. The head was smooth, but it was a different color. It was so red that it was almost purple. It looked like a hat on top of a stalk, but in the center of it was a tiny hole. She knew enough about men that it was there he would squirt his cum. The shaft had thick blue veins that ran up the shaft, and it looked like it had tiny bumps and ridges on it. At the base of the shaft was a dense thicket of black hair, thick and wiry that stood up. He’d spread his legs, and she could see his balls hang down between them; more thick hairs covered the bag that hung down like low-hanging fruit on a tree. Her eyes were transfixed on his organ, even as he sat down.

“Lay across my lap, Priscilla. I’m going to spank that lovely ass and warm you up for my cock.” She had a nice, plump ass, and it would take nicely to a spanking. Then, he’d visit her virgin pussy and take her innocence from her. She’d forever remember her first fucking, all women did no matter how good or bad it was.

She didn’t expect this, fearing that they might be more physical than she thought. She had no choice, going to the side of the chair. His hands were out, ready to guide her as she slowly bent over, looking down to see the big organ stick up beneath her. His hand went to her back and guided her, lowering her until she felt his organ touch her. It jerked and shuddered as though it didn’t like it and tried to get away, but she slowly lowered her lower body over it until her head hung down. The blood rushed to her head as her hair dragged on the floor. The king’s hand smothered over her buttocks, just as Lord Joseph had done. She could feel his organ twitch and contract against her pussy, not knowing whether he liked it or not. His hand on her buttocks became bolder, gripping her cheeks with powerful fingers and pulling her open until her crack parted and she was revealed once again. When he pinched too hard, she moved her lower body and that set his organ fluttering and jerking beneath her. She could tell by his harsh touch that he liked it, repeatedly pinching her buttocks until he had her moving just the way he wanted.

He began to spank her, slowly and deliberately. He started at the top of her buttocks and worked down her cheeks until he got to the soft flesh where her buttocks met the sensitive flesh of her thighs. He didn’t hit her hard, just enough to get her to squirm and move on his organ. When he felt her do it energetically, he’d hit the same spot a bit harder to enjoy it again. He worked over her cheeks until they turned red from his handprints.

It bothered her that it didn’t hurt. Yes, it did a little, but the harder he hit, the more she moved, the more she rubbed on his organ. She had never had an organ move beneath her like this. It was as though it knew of her pleasure and touched her in all the right places. She found herself moving when he didn’t spank her. She felt wetness beneath her, but she didn’t know whether it was hers or his. She didn’t care, rubbing so delightfully, the sound of his large hand smacking her buttocks sounded so erotic.

“It is time for you to give up your innocence, Priscilla.” He helped her off his lap, but she was reluctant, especially when she moved away from his cock. “I want you to face forward and straddle my legs. Reach between my legs and grab my cock. I want you to rub it on your pussy to get it wet and then push it against your virgin hole. Then, you’ll sit on my cock until my cock rips open your hymen. You’ll show my lords how well you can fuck your king.” He was ready for his cock to be bloodied by her virgin pussy.

She straddled his hips, perched high on her toes so her pussy would tower over his organ without entering her. She reached down with two hands, knowing she wouldn’t be able to tame it with just one. The minute her fingers touched it, it jumped in excitement, moving quickly to grasp it with her other hand. Even with two hands around it, she could feel the muscles in it try to escape. It was big, her fingers barely able to get around it. She began to explore it with her hand, her fingers questioning as it touched the shaft and moved to the head. She never expected it to be so hot. She ran her fingers just beneath the head, finding soft skin that made his organ quiver and jump in her hand. Maybe it wasn’t trying to escape; it might like it so much that it jumped in pleasure. Her fingers touched it intimately, enthralled by it and how big and excited it grew. She forgot all about what she was to do.

“Rub my cock on your pussy, Priscilla.” Michael laughed; the young virgin loved his cock so much that she forgot what she was to do. He could understand that.

“OOOHH,” she cried out in pleasure, not expecting such a thing when his organ touched her slit and pushed aside her lips with the full head. It was no longer an organ that touched her, it was his cock. Her pussy lips curled around it so lovingly, and she felt her juices begin to flow freely as she rubbed the thick head up and down her slit. But it was when she rubbed the head onto her clit that she felt it, not her wetness but his. She shuddered when the tip of his cock, where the hole was, rubbed on the apex of her clit. She felt the sudden flood of hot juices. She rubbed the cock back and forth as the pleasure raced through her body.

“It’s time to take it inside you so I can feel the pleasure of your tight cunt on my cock.” Michael couldn’t wait any longer to claim his prize.

Priscilla shuddered at the thought of how much it would hurt when she took her own virginity, but she knew she had to do it. She looked at the other lords in front of her, and now, they were naked. Four more cocks stood up majestically, all as big as the king’s cock. They stroked their cocks, but she knew that she’d have to pleasure them all in one way or another and that is what she feared, the unknown. Her toes grew cramped and tired from balancing precariously over his cock. She pushed her body down onto the head of his cock until she felt it snuggle up against the opening of her pussy. It was so much bigger, unsure how it would go inside without tearing her. She pushed down a tiny bit until she felt his cock trapped in her hole and then began to move her hips. She didn’t know why, but she moved them from side to side and felt his cock began to expand her hole. It didn’t hurt, not yet. Her body pushed down harder, and she felt her elastic hymen begin to stretch. She continued to move her hips from side to side, stretching her insides as the head of his cock began to fill her. She knew she had to end this. She gritted her teeth as her toes relaxed, and she fell about an inch. “OOOOWWW!” She felt the sharp pain sear her brain and then the wetness, yet she survived. She could feel his cock trying to move inside her, but she was too tight.

“Yes, you’re no longer a virgin. Now, fuck your king,” he urged her as his hands slid along her body so he could cup her breasts and tease her nipples as she fucked him.

The lords watched her begin to move up and down, each time she took more of the king’s cock inside her. His cock was pink with her virgin blood. They stroked their cocks as her wide-spread legs revealed the cock that began to fill her. She began to fuck him, slowly at first as she tried to accommodate such a large cock in a virgin hole.

Priscilla never felt anything like it before. The pain was sharp, but it went away as fast as it came. She began to move her hips, back and forth, as she slowly impaled herself on his cock. It stretched her, but it felt so good. The king rubbed and pinched her nipples and inspired her as her juices flowed and made it easier. She couldn’t believe that he was inside her once-virgin hole, but there was no denying that her insides had to stretch around his cock. She could feel every bump, ridge and vein on his cock as it passed through the tight muscles of her pussy. She began to move her hips faster as she felt such pleasure. The thick head of his cock opened her up, and the shaft followed to fill her. In and out, the ridge around the head of his cock pulled and teased at her muscles with such pleasure. She felt it slowly and methodically fill her until it would go no further. The head pushed against her cervix, and his cock jerked and jumped inside her. She clenched her pussy muscles, and she was rewarded with a groan of pleasure from the king. He liked what she did. She began to rise up onto her toes again, feeling the tremendous pressure as his cock retreated. It felt like a giant vacuum behind it as it sucked out her insides. When she was on her toes once again, the head of his cock was the only thing inside her. She squeezed her pussy muscles and got another pleasurable groan from the king.

Her cunt was like a hot furnace, so tight that his cock barely slid in and out. For a virgin, she learned fast; her pussy muscles gripped his cock like thousands of fingers. She sank back down on his cock, and he soon bottomed out inside her. She squeezed his cock tightly as she pulled back up and then began to fuck him rhythmically. He didn’t have to do a thing; her pussy began to wring the cum from his balls.

She felt her breasts sway as she worked over his cock. She never felt anything this good before. It was as though his cock possessed every inch of her body and soul. His cock filled her, yet there were still inches of it that couldn’t go inside her.

Michael wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, but he wanted to take her with him when he came. He reached around her waist, and his hand slid down over the fine hairs of her bush. He found her pussy, running his finger down until he could feel his cock slide in and out. He slid back up to find her clit, and the moment he touched it, her hips began to move with lightning speed. He felt the friction heat up his cock. He pinched her clit to trap it while his finger ran over the tip. He wouldn’t last much longer. “Cum for me, Priscilla.”

The words were so demanding, but she couldn’t have resisted, even if she wanted to. His fingers tortured her clit with pleasure as she squeezed his cock with her pussy as hard as she could. She held off as long as she could, not wanting to cum before he did, but it didn’t matter. She felt his cock sink into the depths of her pussy, and then, she felt it, nothing like she’d ever felt before. He shot inside her, blasting her with hot cum into the depths of her pussy. Her muscles reacted, squeezing harder, and then, she exploded with him. She felt the juices flood his cock, shamed at how wet she was, but at the same time, he shot out jet after jet inside her. Her head exploded with such pleasure, nothing like her fingers had driven from her before. This was so much different, a cock shot hot cum inside her once-virgin pussy as she fucked the king with everything she had. Not even the lords watching her climax could dull the pleasure. It took a long time before they were both finished. Priscilla sat on his cock, unable to move. She knew she wasn’t finished with them. Naked, they all looked at her with thick erections poised in front of them that desired her.





CHAPTER 5





Escape & Salvation


It was hours later when Alexis heard someone coming toward them. She didn’t know why the two of them were separated from the other women and children. They heard the screams of the women and the shouts of excitement and encouragement of the scavengers and knew the women were being ravaged. It had been going on for hours, unable to shut out the noise of their impending danger. She expected they were separated for the boss to take them as a prize, and the sound of someone approaching brought it back to the reality. She saw the man come out of the shadows, another scavenger. “Take me, not my daughter,” Alexis begged.

“SSSSHHHH, quiet,” he warned them.

“What do you want?” He didn’t look like the boss, not the large, powerful man that would be needed to control this deadly and unruly bunch.

Frank had been with the scavengers for six months, ever since another group of scavengers had killed his wife and daughter, but not before they took them savagely before his eyes and violated them in every conceivable way. He joined these scavengers to survive, but this group was as bad as the ones that killed his wife and daughter. He was going to escape tonight before the boss came back. He hoped he’d get far away enough so they wouldn’t catch him. He’d seen the group of women they took, and for some reason, these two were set off from the others and untouched as far as he could tell. In all good consciousness, he couldn’t let them suffer the same fate as his family. He’d do one act of kindness to make up for what he did in the last six months for survival. At least, he could die with a clear conscious if that was his fate. Frank cut the ropes of the mother first. “I’m going to let you go.” He began to cut the ropes of the daughter, a couple of years older than his daughter was when she died.

Alexis rubbed her wrists to get the circulation back in her hands. She stood up and stretched her legs, her muscles cramped from being bound so long. “Where will you take us?”

Frank looked at her. “I can’t take you with me. I’ve already lost my family because I couldn’t protect them. I don’t want that responsibility again. Sorry,” he explained. “Go east and then head north. I heard rumors of a settlement along the upper border of Canada where they might be able to protect you. I’m going the opposite direction in case they try to follow us. Run fast to get some distance between you and them. Don’t stop until morning. If you’re caught, they’ll slit your throat as a warning to others.” He handed them a small knapsack. “Here are some supplies, not much, but it’ll hold you for a day or two. Now, go, before it’s too late.”

“Thank you; you’re a decent man.” Alexis gave him a kiss on his cheek, and then, she turned to Jennifer. “Let’s go.”

Jennifer never felt so much relief as she did when her legs began to run and the distance from the camp increased. She never knew her mother had so much stamina; they ran for over three hours before they even took a five-minute break. Both of them were grateful to have escaped and didn’t want to be captured again.

Alexis was thankful for the water the man gave them. They both took small sips as they sat for a minute. “We have to keep going. As he said, at least until morning, then we’ll find shelter to get some sleep. We’re going to have to rely on each other for survival; we don’t have your father any longer.” It was the first time she mentioned him, but there was no time to mourn him.

Jennifer knew it was time for her to become an adult. She missed her father and the way he protected them both, but he was gone and there was nothing she could do about it except honor his sacrifice by surviving. “Don’t worry; we’re going to make it.”

By morning, Jennifer figured they must have covered at least twenty miles, if not more. They ran but not fast, trying not to make noise and evade another band of scavengers. All the years on the road had made her mother fit. They found a small stream where the water was good. They filled the canteen but didn’t stay there. They needed protection to sleep and a water source would attract others. It didn’t take long before they found it, a grove of dense trees and rocky ground. They found a crevice between two large boulders where they’d be protected. The thick canopy of trees blocked the sun. “This is a good spot to get some sleep but only for a couple of hours. We need to move during daylight. The woods are too dangerous at night; we wouldn’t be able to see anything or anyone.”

Alexis was surprised by Jennifer. She took charge with such ease, as though she’d done it for years. Alexis couldn’t find fault with any of her suggestions. They lay next to each other behind the boulders. Alexis put her arm around Jennifer and drew her head onto her shoulder. It was that way they fell asleep.

Her mother slept soundly, but Jennifer didn’t. She was afraid they’d be caught, so she woke up from the slightest of noise. She could tell by the way the sun shined outside the cluster of trees that it was high up in the sky. She shook her mother.

Alexis woke with a start from the shaking. “What is it?” She said it softly.

“Nothing; it’s time for us to go.”

“Okay. Did you sleep okay?” She was worried about Jennifer, no time for her to grieve over her father’s death.

“Yes,” Jennifer lied. “Take a drink before we leave. We’ll go back to the stream and fill the canteen again. We’ll have to look for food while we go today, anything that will give us nourishment. We’ll walk, so not to miss anything and stay quiet but be on the lookout for anyone else. Even if they look friendly, we should stay away from them. We’re better off on our own.”

“Where should we go?”

“The man that set us free told us of the settlement. We should head north and see if we can find it. We have to do something before winter sets in or we’ll never survive outside.” Jennifer set out with her mother behind her.

* * * *

It was three days before they found anything that could be called civilization. It was a small cabin in the woods, but it didn’t look occupied. They didn’t dare enter it, not yet. They had no defenses; Alexis had lost the knife when they were captured. They watched from the woods all day and night. It was when the sun came up the next morning that they entered the cabin but cautiously.

Alexis was glad for what they found. People had lived here not long ago, but it looked as though they left in haste. Probably, scavengers were nearby, and they didn’t risk staying there any longer. It was a treasure trove for the two of them that had nothing.

“Gather up everything we can use, but do it quickly. If they left urgently, we can’t take the chance that danger isn’t nearby.”

They stripped the cabin bare of the necessities in fifteen minutes, taking only the things they could carry. They were lucky to find two rucksacks, and more important, they found two knives, very large knives. With more canteens, a bit of food and some protection, they set off again.

With Bill no longer around to protect them, they become almost one. They both knew what the other would do. They were a connected team. Alexis was proud of what Jennifer had become, but she didn’t know how proud until that one day. It was three weeks later. They could tell by the weather that they were nearing the Canadian border. Even though it was still late summer, the days and nights were cooler.

They were walking through the woods; the pine tree needles littered the ground like a carpet. Jennifer was the first to take notice that it was too quiet. She turned to her mother just as it happened. Two men came out of the brush, broken branches tied to their clothes to camouflage themselves. “Watch out!” Jennifer cried out to her mother, but at the same time, she pulled the knife from her belt.

Alexis reacted out of instinct, grabbing her knife as she saw the man approach. She looked into his eyes for a split second, and she knew he’d kill her unless she did something to stop him. She turned to the side as the man reached out with one hand while his other hand sliced the knife through the air. The knife cut her jacket but didn’t cut her. She tried to shake away from his other arm, but he grabbed her, and she found her body thrown to the ground. On her back, the man was on her. She rolled to the side and managed to escape but only for a second. He fell heavily to the ground next to her, but he was after her once again. They rolled around on the ground as Alexis tried to knee him in the balls, but he pushed her knee to the side, but she got in a good blow to his thigh. She knew she punished him as he grunted in pain. She grabbed his hand that held the knife while he grabbed her hand. He was strong, but the adrenaline kicked in as she feared for her life.

Jennifer fought for her life. She saw her mother out of the corner of her eye, rolling on the ground with a man that held a knife, but she was grateful that her mother had her knife out, also. Jennifer had to help her, but first, she had to take care of this one. His toothless grin smirked at her, and she wiped the smirk from his face when she hit him with a left hook. Blood poured from his lip, but he swung his knife at her. It was that split second that she took the advantage. His knife missed her as she turned sideways, but she was ready, her arm swung out, and she felt the knife find his side. She grunted at the sharp knife found bone, twisting it sharply as she heard his shrill cry. Her hand was covered with blood, but it wasn’t hers. She pulled the knife out, but found his gut as the knife dug into the soft flesh and his organs. She saw the surprised look on the man’s face, and blood began to spill from his lips as he coughed. He wouldn’t last more than a few seconds as he began to crumble to the ground. Jennifer yanked her knife out of him and kicked him away. She looked over; the other man was on top of her mother, his hand held up high, the knife glinting off from the sunlight, ready to plunge into her mother. It started to move downward, but it was as if it was in slow motion.

Alexis could barely breathe, the man was on top of her, snarling as he held her pinned to the ground. She struggled, but he was too heavy to push him off her. Her muscles felt like they wouldn’t hold out much longer. She couldn’t see Jennifer; the man on top her blocked her view. It was at that moment she knew it would end. She only hoped that Jennifer would survive. Suddenly, her face was covered in a hot liquid. She looked, and it was bright red blood, but it wasn’t hers. She saw the face of the man on top of her, his eyes opened wide, his mouth gasping as though he tried to say something, but there was only gurgling noise coming out. Beneath his head, there was a big gash across his throat, and Alexis saw the glint of a blood-stained knife. Then, she saw Jennifer on the man’s back, her knife around his throat as she pushed him aside. Alexis felt the weight fall off her body with such relief.

Jennifer felt such exhilaration when she killed the second man. She thought it would be hard to take another life, but after all the hardship, she’d found it was easy. When she killed the one on top of her mother poised to take her mother’s life, it was pure joy. It was as if she got such satisfaction from revenging her father’s death. “Are you okay?” She pushed her hand out for her mother to grab and pulled her up. They were both covered in blood, but it wasn’t their own.

“Thanks to you, I am.” Her clothes were covered with blood, but instead of being disgusted, it was a badge of honor that they had survived the vicious assault.

Jennifer heard another noise and turned around with her knife out in front of her. She was confronted by a dozen men, all wearing black with crossbows raised up and aimed at them. It should have scared her, but it didn’t. These men didn’t look like scavengers; they looked like soldiers. She saw the scared look on her mother’s face. “Put down your knife; it’s okay,” she tried to reassure her.

“But—” Alexis tried to protest, but she was cut off.

Lord William stepped forward. “She’s right; you’re safe now. Lower your weapons,” he ordered his men.

“Who are you?” Jennifer asked.

“We’re the guard from Meadow Brook Hall. It’s a community not far from here. We patrol the area for scum like those,” pointing to the two dead bodies on the ground. “You’re good,” he complimented the woman that killed them both. He was surprised to see two women out here alone without any men to protect them, but after seeing the way that one took out both of the men without any hesitation; he could see why they didn’t need anyone else.

“Thank you, but it was all instinct,” Jennifer answered. “We heard of your community about a month ago. We’ve been searching for it.”

“Then, follow us and you can see it.” He and his men started back, turning their backs to the two women to give them the confidence that they weren’t just nicely dressed scavengers.

Jennifer nodded to her mother, and they grabbed what little the two dead men had and followed the soldiers. It wasn’t more than a half hour before they saw it. It was as if it were a medieval castle out in the middle of nowhere. There was a high, stone wall around it, with a large gate in the center, surrounded by a moat of water that had to be crossed before you could enter. It was big, much bigger than Jennifer expected. Had we truly found a safe haven?

The gate opened up, two more black-dressed guards stood by. Lord William stood to the side as they entered. “I’m Lord William. This is King Michael’s realm. What should I call you?” Both were beautiful women in spite of being in the woods. He could tell by the age that they were probably mother-daughter, but it was difficult to be sure. Many women bonded like mother-daughter when confronted with the dangers of survival.

“I’m Jennifer and this is my mother, Alexis.” Jennifer was pleasantly surprised when she saw a sprawling village inside the gates, with people milling around as though they led a normal life. Are we safe? Yet, she had some doubts when she heard it was ruled by a king. Would we be trading our freedom for something worse? They walked through the village, and the people barely paid any attention to them. It was as though it was an ordinary day. The people looked fit and well fed. They all moved about as if they had jobs to accomplish. There were a dozen stores, from a candle shop that smelled of melting wax and perfumes from the pots in the back that were stirred to make the candles, to a general store, nothing in the way of canned goods, but the shelves were filled with fresh vegetables and fruits, to jerky and milk. Jennifer began to feel better.

Lord William took them to one of the temporary housing they had for new arrivals until they would decide if they wanted to stay. He held the door open. “You can put up here for the time being. Someone will bring you some supplies. Relax and get your bearings.”

For the first time in weeks, they felt secure, though they still had reservations. They worried what it would be like under a self-proclaimed king. They both jumped when there was a knock on the door, but it was a woman that brought them some supplies. She seemed nice, though she didn’t say too much, and they didn’t put her on the spot by inquiring. They knew they’d soon learn what it was like to live here.

It was good to take a shower and get some new, clean clothes. They were allowed to go out among the village, but there was always a guard near them, though he wasn’t menacing. The people looked so happy that Jennifer had a hard time believing that it was true.

The next day, Alexis and Jennifer was brought before Lord Joseph. The guards brought them into what looked like a doctor’s office, but they stood guard outside the door as it closed behind them. Alexis looked at the man, dressed in blue scrubs like a normal doctor, but one that she hadn’t seen in years. It seemed too civilized here, as if nothing happened in the rest of the world. He wasn’t an ugly or distasteful man, though a bit overweight, but not like the lord that rescued them, Lord William. She liked a man that could take charge, a man like her Bill had become after long years running from the scavengers. But, she had to put Bill behind her; he was gone.

“Lord William tells me you were lucky he came upon you.”

“We didn’t need any help. We were set upon by two scavengers, but we put them away without his help.” Jennifer quickly interceded.

“Yes, he did say you were quite adept with a knife,” Joseph tried to sound apologetic, yet not. “It is good that you are here among us. We have over six hundred people living within the confines of Meadow Brook, and we’ve fought off all invasions for decades. We’re self-sufficient, though everyone is expected to pull their own weight. King Michael has brought prosperity to our kingdom, but it is not without sacrifice.”

That is what she thought. Alexis knew there was a catch. It was too idealistic here, fearing what they’d have to sacrifice. She gave Jennifer a knowing look. After what Jennifer had done to the two scavengers, Alexis felt better about the two of them being out there alone without any man to help them. “Everyone seems to be content, but is that the truth? Is there anything that you’re hiding from us?”

“We do have some rules that must be agreed upon before you are allowed to stay permanently. You don’t have to accept them, but then, you must leave. There are no exceptions.”

“What are these rules?” Jennifer lost some of the good feelings she got since they came here.

“I will list them all out for you, and then, you may ask questions.” Joseph handed them the list as he read it loudly to make sure there was no mistake.

The sexual defilement of any woman under the age of eighteen is forbidden and will result in automatic banishment from the king’s realm.

Marriage between any partners is forbidden.

Any method of birth control is forbidden.

All subjects must swear allegiance to King Michael and the lords that rule Meadow Brook.

All females of age are subjugated to the male species. At the age of eighteen, the king and his lords have first rights to the pleasure of any and all females before any other male is allowed to touch them. After that, no female shall deny any male the pleasure he requests. Bondage is encouraged to make the females docile and more pleasurable for the male and the female.



Joseph looked up at the two women and wasn’t surprised by the look on their faces. It was always that way at first, but most tended to come around when confronted with the alternative of banishment. “I presume you have no qualms about number one?” Joseph saw them both nod their heads. “We are very strict on this and require yearly physical exams for all females under the age of eighteen to make sure that no one breaks this rule.”

Jennifer knew it didn’t matter for either of them now, but someday, Jennifer might have a child, and she would be required to be intimately examined by Lord Joseph or any other doctor before she came of age. That would be humiliating, but after Jennifer saw the way the scavengers defiled young children, it wasn’t unreasonable.

Joseph heard no questions, so he continued. “Rule numbers two and three are connected. The world has almost been annihilated. We take it as our sacred duty to rebuild it as best as we can and the most efficient. By banning marriage and birth control, we hope to encourage new children with no restraints on any of the partners.”

“So we are to become baby machines?” Jennifer was taken back by the rules.

“Yes, crudely said but, yes. It is your place to make sure civilization continues.”

“King Michael was a major general in the army when the world went mad and almost destroyed itself. He founded this village and made it grow and prosper over the years. It is through his enlightenment that we have come this far, so it is only fitting that we praise his foresight and vision. All religions have been destroyed by this calamity and only the religion of King Michael remains. Bishop Roman heads the king’s religion, and through him, we worship King Michael’s benevolence.”

Alexis and Jennifer hadn’t been religious for decades. There wasn’t much to be thankful for, only survival and that was every day; the next day it could be over. If safe, they’d pray to any god that could do that for them. It was the next part that made them nervous and unsure.

“I can see the hesitation in your eyes. That is normal for the next part. In order to restore an orderly life among the men, it’s necessary that with limited resources, women specifically, that an order be established. We cannot tolerate infighting among the men, and we’ve heard of what the scavengers do outside our gates to any women they capture. This is caused by women not being available for the God-given rights of the men. For that reason, all women must be subject to the whims of the male species in any manner they desire. Over the last few years, we’ve tested the use of bondage in this relationship, and we’ve been surprised by the response, from not only the males, but also the females. The bondage gave some females the excuse they needed to accept what was thrust upon them by the males, and they have found enjoyment in the submission. The males found a renewed excitement with the women while they were bound.”

Alexis looked at Jennifer, but it wasn’t the response she expected. Instead of fear or disgust in her face, it was more amazement or wonderment. Alexis didn’t know whether she could agree to this, but she’d do what Jennifer decided. “I think we need to talk this over, and we’ll get back to you tomorrow, is that okay?”

Joseph saw Jennifer bite her trembling lip. What had she gone through out there? “Are you still a virgin, Jennifer?” He had to know, his cock rock hard, and the thought of taking her first excited him, especially if she were bound and faced the unknown while tied and spread for him.

Jennifer should have refused to answer such an intimate and personal question, but after hearing about the first rule and how important it was to be virginal, she answered without hesitation. “Yes, I am innocent,” though she thought it was more pure than innocent. She’d watched her mother suck the scavenger’s cock and swallow his cum. That was far from innocent.

“In that case, the king and his lords have the rights to your innocence before anyone else can touch you.” Joseph wished he could put her on her knees and take her mouth until he blew his cum into her belly. His cock threatened to burst free.

“I understand,” but Jennifer’s voice trembled, not in fear, but caused by the wetness between her legs and a strange desire that built up in her body while this strange discussion went on. Her non-existent sex life was about to take on a new and unusual life that she could’ve never fathomed.

Jennifer and Alexis left the room and went back to their small room, though neither said anything, an uncomfortable silence filled the room. It wasn’t until the next day that they even mentioned it. It was Jennifer that spoke up first, Alexis uncomfortable in discussing such a thing with her innocent daughter, unsure of how to lead her into the decision.

“I think we should agree to their rules, Mother. I don’t want to live out there, and this can’t be so bad,” she lied. She looked forward to it. She’d seen a cock, and now, she wanted to feel one. She couldn’t tell her mother that seeing her forced to suck a cock while bound excited her. What would she think of me?

“Yes, I agree with you, Jennifer,” but Alexis would have gone the other way if Jennifer had decided to leave. Jennifer was her daughter and needed to protect her, but it was Jennifer that saved her from the scavengers, and it was Jennifer that had to give up the most.





CHAPTER 6





Spiritual Help, on Her Knees


Alexis stayed with Jennifer the next couple of day to make sure she was okay. Even though she was of age, Alexis still thought of her as her little girl. What they agreed to bothered Alexis, not so much for her but for Jennifer. Jennifer had never been with a man, at least as far as Alexis knew. Bill was a good husband and man, but some of the men they met on the road over the years weren’t that way, especially the scavengers. Alexis was still ashamed that Jennifer had seen her suck the scavenger’s cock.

They came back from walking around the village, both of them trying to decide what they would like to do. They were required to work, but they could decide what they wanted to contribute, though it had to be approved by Lord Harris. Alexis finally got enough nerve to bring up the subject. “Are you sure that you can do what they require of you as a female?” Even those words were hard to get out to her little girl. Jennifer didn’t look uncomfortable or startled by the words, so Alexis continued while she still had the nerve. “I’m sorry you had to see what that scavenger forced me to do.”

“It’s okay, Mother. I understand that you didn’t have a choice.” She was bound and had no choice. She couldn’t do anything but comply with the demands of the scavenger. He was dirty and uncouth, but her mother sucked his cock as Jennifer imagined she might do to her father when he was alive. “I want to feel safe and secure once again. If that is what I’ll have to do to make that happen, I’ll do it. As they said, we can be bound, and I’ll have no choice in the matter.” The thought of being bound and sexually taken excited her, but then, she thought of the fact that any man could take her, any age man. Could I take the cock of an older man, older than my father, in my mouth and satisfy him? That was something she’d never thought of before. In her mind, it was always someone her own age, a young, virile, handsome stranger that would teach her, and she’d fall in love with him.

“I’m behind you if you decide to change your mind. We’ll manage somehow outside the village.” But, Alexis wasn’t so sure. They got lucky last time when one of the scavengers felt sorry for them, but she wasn’t sure that it would happen again. Any death by the scavengers would be painful, and they’d be subjected to the most degrading sexual acts by all of their captors.

“I know.” Jennifer wanted to change the subject. “Have you ever been religious?”

It was as if the conversation was over in a second. “Yes, before the devastation. We were Catholics, not very devote, but we went to church on Sunday, including you when you were very young.”

“Did you have faith in God? Did it help you have a better life?” Jennifer didn’t remember going to church, though she saw a lot of the smaller churches that weren’t destroyed in the attacks, but the grand churches that she saw in books were gone as if they never existed. No one rebuilt them, people too interested in surviving.

“Yes, on both. While we weren’t devote, we did believe in God and tried to live a life based on his teachings. Why do you ask?”

“I was just wondering. Have you thought of a job you want to do yet?”

“I was always a good seamstress and I enjoyed making clothes. I thought that might interest me. I noticed that the clothes people wear here are bare necessities. Maybe I can brighten up their lives with something more than a piece of cloth to cover their bodies. How about you? Have you thought of what might interest you?”

“No, but I am still looking.” Jennifer didn’t tell her the truth. It was too soon to mention it, and she wasn’t sure it would be allowed.

“You’re smart. I know you’ll find something.” That was the end of the conversation.

* * * *

The next morning, Jennifer went out by herself. “I need to explore and find people my own age,” she tried to tell her mother.

“I know, but it’s hard to let you go.” She worried what might happen out there by herself, especially with the strange ideas on sex that they had to agree on. They were told that it wouldn’t begin for a week, but that was getting close. Alexis was nervous about it, and she’d been married and already experienced most that sex had to offer, even the bondage. She didn’t know how Jennifer would react the first time it happened to her.

When she walked out by herself, she got a different kind of look. All of the men looked at her with a strange glint in their eyes. As she passed, they would turn around and stare at her. It took a minute before Jennifer realized why. They were looking at her ass. She wore a simple dress that clung to her body. It was short and left a lot of her legs revealed. Her shoes weren’t very fashionable, but the men’s eyes never got that far. As she went through the village and noticed the other women, she realized that her red hair stuck out even more than women that had blonde hair. But once they saw her hair, they didn’t stop, gazing at her firm breasts pushed up so defiantly or her full hips and tight ass. She didn’t even know what else they were thinking as they eyed her, but she knew it was probably obscene. The more she walked, the bolder she became. Her eyes responded to the men and gazed down without so much as a blush to see if she had made them excited. The moment she came into a man’s gaze, she could see the stirring beneath his pants and the swelling of his organ. She never thought of herself in this light before. She excited all men, young and old with her body. She pushed her chest out further and arched her back. Her hips began to move gently from side to side. She found the muscles inside her pussy clenched on something or wished they could. She shamelessly felt the wetness between her legs. She wondered how and when she’d be able to masturbate and release the pleasure between her legs. She lived with her mother in one room. That wouldn’t do for the future.

She found herself at the place she sought without knowing it. It wasn’t elaborate or ornate as the pictures she saw in books, but it still had the same features. It was a church. The heavy wooden door had a carved picture in it, Jennifer sure that it was Lord Michael, the God of Meadow Brook, though she never saw him before. It was an imposing caricature of him with a bright light behind his head in a god-like manner. Is Lord Michael really a god or just a man with a messiah complex? She knew that she needed to talk to someone, someone besides her mother. She hoped she could find the guidance she sought here.

She opened the heavy door and entered. She was surprised the inside was so small, only ten benches on each side with a small altar at the head of it. There was an elaborately carved wooden stature of the mighty warrior, Lord Michael. The room looked barely a third of the size of the building it was in, but there were two doors in the back behind the altar. The door slammed behind her and scared her for a moment while she waited. One of the doors opened up and out walked a man.

He wasn’t what Jennifer expected. Her vision of the high priest, Bishop Roman, was a large, powerful man, young and virile with questioning eyes and large hands to guide her in her quest for answers. Instead, she got what looked like Friar Tuck from the Robin Hood book. He was older, older than her father, short, chubby and almost bald. He wore a blue robe that hung down his round body almost to the floor. Maybe it would be easier to talk to him instead of a man that would look at her sexually.

“Welcome.” Roman eyed her body and realized who she was. There weren’t many redheads in the village and none this young and beautiful. It had to be the daughter of the mother that came into the village days ago and joined. He thought quickly and added. “Welcome, Jennifer.” His cock stirred and grew hard. She was a virgin. It was too early for any man to touch her, only the king and the lords were allowed to do that before the seven days were up.

“Are you Bishop Roman?” She smiled at him, feeling comfortable with a man of religion.

“Yes, welcome to the Church of Lord Michael of Meadow Brook.” Roman moved to the large chair near the altar and sat down on it. “Come over here, Jennifer.” He arranged his robe so his cock could be free beneath it. He didn’t know why he was naked beneath the robe that day. It must be the fate of the gods.

She didn’t hesitate to stand in front of him. He didn’t ask her to sit down.

“Are you interested in joining our congregation and worship Lord Michael?”

“Yes, I guess I am. I’m looking for guidance. I have many decisions to make and I need help.”

“I’ve heard a bit about you from Lord Joseph. You have decided to stay in our community, as well as your mother. I heard that your father perished under the hands of the scavengers and your life has been difficult since that time.”

“Yes, we’re glad to have the opportunity to stay here.”

“I’ve been told that you are a virgin, Jennifer.” Roman noticed that she looked into his eyes, but her face didn’t blush. “Is that why you are seeking help here?”

“Yes, I’m a virgin, but I’m not innocent. I realize what’ll happen to me, but it doesn’t scare me, at least not that.”

“Move closer, Jennifer.” His hands went out until she was within his reach. His hands slid over her hips and held her. “Would you like to tell me why you’re not innocent?”

She felt she needed to unload to someone what had been stuck in her head. Bishop Roman seemed like a nice enough man, a fatherly figure. She didn’t mind his hands on her hips. They weren’t grabby like the scavenger that squeezed her nipples until she cried out. “I’ll be quick about it.”

He pushed his fingers into her hips a little tighter. “No, Jennifer. I want to hear the whole story, all of the details. It is only this way that you can get release from what bothers you. You’re not embarrassed to tell me the details, are you, Jennifer? You look like a very mature woman.”

He held her tighter, so she began her story. It would be good to tell someone, and she hoped that he might be able to help her.

“My father was killed in a raid by the scavengers. There were a lot of them, and they killed all the men and most of the women and children. Only a few of us survived.”

“Why did they spare you and your mother?”

“I was forced to tell them I was a virgin. All of the older or ugly women were killed. My mother and I were taken from the others. We were forced to sit on the ground with our backs to trees, bound with our hands high up and another rope around our bellies until we could barely breathe. They made sure the position thrust up our breasts, and one of them fondled me with immunity. He squeezed my breasts like they were fruit and pinched my nipples until they throbbed.”

“Did your nipples hurt when he did that?” Roman began to understand Jennifer and her dilemma, though she might not.

“What do you mean? He pinched them hard.”

“Was it only pain you felt, or was there something more?”

She thought back to it, and he was right. It hurt when he squeezed them at first, but then, it turned to something different. How did he know? “Something more, though I’m not sure what.”

“Lean over closer towards me, Jennifer.” He waited. She hesitated for a second, then she leaned over and her full breasts began to swing free only inches from him. He wished the dress would open up, but it was buttoned demurely all the way to the top. “Hold still and don’t move!” His voice turned authoritative.

Her body was frozen as his hands left her hips, and then, she looked down to see both hands with two fingers pushed together approach her breasts. She took a sharp intake of air to fill her lungs. She felt his fingers touch the tips of her breasts gently but then more firmly. He looked into her eyes as the fingers began to tighten on the hardening buds.

He stared into her face as her lips quivered, and she bit her lip when he squeezed her nipples. Her eyes opened wide in amazement as if she couldn’t believe that he did such a thing, but her hands hung down submissively as he clamped her nipples in his powerful fingers. He began to twist them slowly, and he was sure that he heard a soft moan from her lips. He finally released them, but then, he ran the tip of a finger over each nipple and wasn’t surprised that they were both hard and big. He wished he could see them, but that would be soon enough. “Did you feel something more that time, Jennifer?”

Her voice trembled as she said it. “Yeeesss.”

“Good, rise up and continue the story.” His hands went back to her hips, but they didn’t stay there. They slowly slid around until he could cup her firm buttocks, but when his fingers spread out over each cheek, he didn’t clench them, he just held them securely. She didn’t move away.

Her nipples wouldn’t stop tingling, and now, she felt her butt gripped securely in his hands, though he didn’t try to molest her. He held her.

“They left us for hours. We could hear the other women and children screaming. The scavengers were defiling them. There were thirty of them and each one had their way with them. Then, one of them came back and offered us water. He let me drink it, but my mother had to lick it off his organ. He made me watch it.”

“It’s not an organ; it’s a cock. Tell me what his cock looked like. ”

“His cock… was big. I never saw anything like it before. The head was a dark red and the shaft was long with thick veins that ran along it. Between his legs, he had a heavy, hairy bag hang down. And his cock grew without my mother touching it.”

“What did your mother do?”

“She licked the water off his org…cock. I never saw anything like it. She licked all up and down the shaft as it grew bigger, but then, she had to run her tongue over the head. It was smooth, not like the shaft. Then, he degraded her and made her lick his balls. She choked on the hairs, but he made her take them into her mouth and wash them down with her tongue.”

He didn’t say anything to interrupt her; he could see her face grow flush, but it wasn’t because she was ashamed at what she said.

“He put the head of his cock on her lower lip and made her tongue lick it. He said he would cum in her mouth and she’d have to swallow it.” The hands on her backside began to move. They dug into her buttocks and yanked them apart. She felt something as her crack was opened up, something she never expected. Her anus began to flutter, and it felt like it was opening up, yet Bishop Roman didn’t touch her there. His hands began to clench and unclench on her buttocks and that sent strange tremors in her anus. “My mother began to suck his cock. He fed more of it in her mouth, and I could see her tongue push out her cheeks as she worked over his cock. The man grew excited and thrust in deeper. He shoved with his hips, and my mother couldn’t escape, her head trapped against the tree. He was too big for her, and I heard my mother gag, but that only encouraged the man to shove with his hips harder and faster.” Jennifer’s heart raced, and she felt the wetness between her legs increase. She wished she could reach down between her legs and stroke her pussy. Telling the story so vividly aloud made her excited.

Bishop Roman released one of her cheeks, but with the free hand, he slid her skirt up in the front and caressed one of her smooth, silky inner thighs. “Spread your legs, Jennifer.”

She should pull away, but she couldn’t. She wanted to feel the hand slide up between her legs. He pinched her thighs too harshly, but it made her spread her legs wider until his fingers crept up to her crotch. “The scavenger stuck his cock down my mother’s throat. She couldn’t do anything to stop him. She gagged and coughed on his cock. I thought she’d choke her to death, but his cock was slowly forced down into her throat. I didn’t think… AAAAHHHH!” Bishop Roman suddenly grabbed her by her crotch. She felt his fingers dig into the soft flesh of her pussy and one demanding finger found its way between her tight lips and moved back and forth. She was sure that he could feel her heat and moisture. She struggled not to collapse, but it was his hand between her legs that kept her upright. Her voice trembled now when she could finally get more words out, her throat and mouth parched. “I didn’t think he could shove something that big in such a tiny hole, but he was relentless and my mother was defenseless. He kept telling me that soon I’d be doing the same thing. The leader would be back tomorrow and he’d take my mouth and throat for his pleasure.” She couldn’t stop the feelings between her legs as his fingers crept all over her pussy. Sometimes they were gentle, but sometimes they gripped her too hard or pulled her lips harshly, but it didn’t stop the building pleasure in her body.

“Tell me about when he came.” His finger rode her clit, and she panted louder now. There was no denying she was highly aroused, but he’d have to be careful. He wouldn’t let her cum, not yet.

“That was terrible. He made my mother open her mouth so I could see him cum. I never knew there would be so much crème. My mother’s face grimaced from the foul crème that filled her mouth, and I could smell it. He made her swallow it, but she had a hard time doing it. It was too thick to go down easily.” The finger on her clit felt so good, better than her own could do. “He wasn’t finished until he made her lick his cock clean of all of his foul cum.” She had to hurry, knowing she’d cum in minutes. She looked down as Bishop Roman suddenly pulled his hand from beneath her dress and his other hand deserted her backside. She felt rejected, her body on edge but unfulfilled. “Please, don’t…”

“What do you want, Jennifer?” He knew she wanted to cum, but he wanted to hear her deep, dark desires.”

“Don’t leave me like this,” she cried out in desperation.

“Tell me what you really want, Jennifer, the dark secret that you can’t confide in your mother.”

She had to say it; she had to get it out of her head. The secret was killing her. “I want to be taken like my mother.”

“More, tell me more, Jennifer. Everything,” he coaxed her. His cock was rock hard and his balls ached for release.

“I want to be tied up and forced to suck a cock.” She felt so good when the words spilled out of her mouth.

Bishop Roman got up and moved next to her. He put his hands on her soft, silky cheeks and then, he kissed her. She recoiled, but he held her tight. “Open your mouth and let me feel your tongue.” He jammed his tongue into her mouth as he French kissed her passionately, but he soon felt her tongue tentatively touch his. He pushed closer until his body touched her.

She couldn’t believe that he kissed her and took her breath away, but then, he moved against her, and there was no mistaking the feel of a cock against her. The moment it touched her, it jerked and shuddered. He might be old, but his cock was hard and demanding. He pulled back from the kiss, but then, his finger pushed against her lips and forced her to open her mouth. She felt foul fingers push into her mouth, but she did nothing to stop them as they explored her. Not even when a finger pushed too hard into the back of her mouth and made her gag did she back away from him. One finger became two, and she knew why he did that. He then pulled his fingers from her mouth and stepped back.

“It’s time to go into the other room so you may meet your destiny.” He held her hand as he opened the door to the other room. It was filled with furniture, but they were all covered with cloths so she couldn’t make out what they were. But she knew. The pile of cut pieces of rope and leather straps confirmed her expectations. She should be scared, but she wasn’t. She looked at Bishop Roman. He wasn’t what she expected the first man to take her would look like, but that was part of the excitement. She had no choice of the man or the act.

Roman knew exactly what he needed for her. There were many young women that required the same treatment by him. He took the cloth off and threw it to the ground so she could see it. There was a thick iron bar that was bolted to the floor and rose up into the air for about three feet. At the top of it was a round iron circle, vertical to the floor, slightly smaller than the size of the back of a head. It had two leather straps, one at the top and one at the bottom with shiny metal buckles. Just beneath the round circle were two iron bars that stuck out toward the back at a ninety-degree angle of the main bar with small iron circles at the ends of them. Next to the circles were leather straps attached to them. Near the ground, a couple of inches up, were two large iron bars that shot out from the main bar to run parallel to the floor at an angle like a sun burst. Half way down the bars were leather straps on each one.

Jennifer moved next to it, in spite of the fact that she didn’t know exactly what it would do, but she had a good idea. Bishop Roman put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down on them. She kneeled next to the strange contraption.

“Put your knees on the side of each of the bars close to the ground.” He helped her shuffle around until her legs were on each side of the bars. It pushed her legs out wide. He kneeled down next to her and began to secure the leather straps around each leg, catching it mid-calf and pulling the strap through the buckle until they were secured tight.

Her pussy got wetter as her knees were spread and secured. She wouldn’t be able to close them even if she wanted to. Her back was against the iron bar, and her head hit the top of it and was stopped from moving.

“Relax your arm and push it back.” She obeyed without question, and he’d soon have her bound completely and unable to do anything but submit. He pulled her arm behind her and pushed it against the bar that shot out in the back. Her body twisted as he ran the leather strap around her mid-arm and buckled it tight. The next would be harder. “Give me the other arm now.” This was her last chance to revolt, but her arm rose up submissively. When he pulled it back, her body was forced to straighten out as it pushed against the iron bar. Her back began to arch, and he watched her full breasts arch up as if they pointed to the heavens. The muscles in her arms strained as he yanked her arm harshly back and secured it with the leather strap. He stepped back to admire his work. Her knees were spread, and her arms were bound at an acute angle behind her that thrust out her breasts and left them defenseless.

If only she could touch her pussy, she’d have cum by now. The tight leather straps secured her, and the position he had her in had only one purpose in mind. It would leave her pussy and breasts defenseless, but worse was that she was posed lewdly. At least she had her clothes on.

“Hold your head still, Jennifer.” Roman was almost finished, and then it would be time for his pleasure. With her head against the iron ring, he tied the first leather strap around her forehead and pinned her to it. Then, he used the second strap to go beneath her neck. He felt her body grow tense when he began to secure it, her throat gulping as he secured it. It didn’t choke her, but it was demanding enough. She couldn’t move her head now, not even to the side.

Secured the way she was, the only thing she could do was open her mouth. He’d be able to move his cock around in her mouth with immunity, including her throat. Just like her mother when she was taken by the scavenger. She looked up at Bishop Roman and saw something shiny in his hand. This was the only time she felt any fear since he bound her. In his hand was a knife, not very big, but the edge of it glinted with its sharpness. She feared what he’d do with it.

“I hate to ruin that pretty dress, but I need to see that young, virginal body, Jennifer. I’ll find something for you to wear when I’m finished with you.” He kneeled next to her and stared into her eyes. He took the knife and began to slice off the buttons that held the dress together. He enjoyed exposing her slowly. He began to open up the dress as he cut them off until her bra was revealed. It was a flimsy thing; sure that she didn’t need it. When he got to her waist, he stopped. He pushed the dress to the sides, but he grew too eager. He sliced the bra up the center and pushed the two sides apart until her breasts were bared to his eyes.

Her dress was opened up, and now, she felt the cold steel of the knife in her cleavage. Her bra was sliced open, and he pulled it apart. She was naked to the waist, and his eyes never left her bare breasts.

“Such nice tits, Jennifer,” but he didn’t touch them yet. He pushed the knife between her breasts, letting her feel the cold steel on her soft flesh. He moved the knife closer to her nipples, hard and throbbing though he hadn’t touched them yet. The closer the knife got to them, the harder they became. She couldn’t move an inch, not even when he used the sharp tip of the blade to push into the dark-brown areolas that encircled her hard nipples. He was rewarded with a tiny drop of blood as she clenched her lips tight but said nothing.

How could I want such a thing? The sharp knife explored her breasts, and she felt the impending excitement as it moved closer to her nipples. They ached for the touch of the blade. Not even when he stabbed her areola could her nipples stop throbbing with the desire to be touched or more. She could barely look down far enough to see the knife as it ran over her nipples, first one then the other, but she felt it. It pricked the hard tips, but it wasn’t pain she felt, at least when it laced through her breasts and then between her legs. She couldn’t stop him if she wanted to, and she didn’t. He began to slice away the top part of her dress and bra, and soon, she was naked to the waist. She wanted to feel his hands on her breasts and nipples, but he went to work on the rest of her dress.

Roman continued with the rest of the dress, growing too eager to take his time. He sliced the dress into ribbons and pulled it from her body until she only had the white panties that clung to her body. With her knees spread wide, her crotch was open and the panties pulled tightly over her mound. There was no denying the wetness between her legs, her white panties were stained with her arousal, but he didn’t say anything to her.

She felt his hand slide into the waistband of her panties, and then, she felt the stab of the tip of the knife as he carelessly began to slice her panties from her. He yanked out the ribbons of fabric as it pulled harshly through her pussy lips, wet from her juices. When he’d stripped it from her, she felt the knife return, rubbing over her mound and yanking out errant hairs with the sharp blade. He pushed the knife between her pussy lips and folded them over it like a blanket. Her body froze, fearing he’d cut her soft, inner lips. He pulled the knife back out from her lips and ran it over her perineum, but it didn’t stop there. With her knees spread, he could run the knife up her crack. Jennifer wasn’t able to clench her cheeks enough to keep the cold steel from running over her anus. She couldn’t stop the uncontrollable contractions of her tiny, brown hole when it was lewdly touched. Why does he touch me there? Then, he stopped and stood up.

“It is time, Jennifer,” Roman proudly said.





CHAPTER 7





Taught to Serve


She couldn’t turn away if she wanted to. Bishop Roman stood only inches from her, towering over her kneeling body. The front of his robe stood out like a tent. Jennifer’s naked and bound body had inspired him to such hardness. Now, she’d have to serve his pleasure with her mouth, just as her mother had done. It excited her but also scared her. Bishop Roman didn’t take long to rid himself of the robe. He tossed it aside, naked beneath it. He grabbed his cock and held it in front of her face, only inches from her mouth. Naked, it was no longer the excitement she felt. He wasn’t the man she expected to take her innocence. Naked, he looked fatter, his belly hung down just above his cock. His skin was pale and flabby. But there was no denying that he was hard. His cock stood out about five or six inches, not as formidable as the scavenger that took her mother, but it would still be big in her mouth. There was enough length to it drive down her throat if he desired. The thought of taking his cock in her mouth seemed less appetizing. The head glistened with a shiny coat of what she expected was his leaking crème. She’d seen the way her mother grimaced at the taste of the scavenger’s crème in her mouth. Was it all that distasteful?

Roman stood in front of her, his cock in his hand pointed at her. He saw her body grow tense, but she couldn’t move a muscle if she tried.

His cock was close when Jennifer panicked. She clenched her lips tight, but the straps held her head securely and she couldn’t move an inch. Bishop Roman moved closer until she felt it. His cock touched her cheek. It felt like her skin was branded, his cock so much hotter than she expected it to be. The moment it touched her skin, she felt the muscles in it contract, and Bishop Roman had to hold it securely to keep it from getting away. He began to move the smooth head of his cock over her cheek, leaving a trail of wetness behind it. The leaking fluids were warm as they blemished her skin. His cock was only inches from her eyes, taking up all of her vision with his large cock. She felt it touch her lips as she clenched them tighter, but Bishop Roman rubbed his cock over her lips as if it was a tube of lipstick that left a warm coat of his crème on them. She feared licking her lips, stained with his juices. He moved closer and rubbed his cock all over her face, not just the head, but the shaft, and then, he rubbed his hairy balls on her face in such a disgusting act. The wiry hairs felt like steel wool, and his ball sack was wrinkled and heavy. He shamed her when he rubbed his balls on her lips. This isn’t what she expected. She could barely breathe as he covered her face with his heavy, hot balls. The hairs tickled her nose as she struggled not to sneeze.

It was time. “Open your mouth, Jennifer.” It was a command, not a request.

No matter how much she dreamed of this happening, now that it was here, it was nothing like what she’d expected. Bishop Roman was about to push his wet, hot cock into her mouth and she’d be forced to lick up the juices on it. It sounded so distasteful.

Roman wasn’t about to be deterred by the simple act of her lips being clenched tight. She was bound and defenseless and he’d have his way with her mouth. It was an easy task of using his fingers to pinch her nostrils closed. He could see the panic in her eyes when she realized that she couldn’t breathe through her nostrils any longer, only through her mouth.

Jennifer panicked as she began to run out of air. He pinched her nostrils tight and she couldn’t move her head to shake them lose. Her head began to grow dizzy and her chest hurt as she struggled. She knew if she succumbed and took a breath through her mouth, he’d impale her with his waiting cock. It sat on her lips, ready to penetrate her mouth at the first sign of surrender. Just the slightest quiver of her lips made his cock jerk and leak on her lips. It was the sudden shock that made her open her mouth when she gasped. He struck her face, slapping the side of her cheek. It wasn’t hard, but it was unexpected. The minute she opened her mouth, he thrust with his hips and his cock slipped through her lips. His big cock forced her mouth open as her lips molded around the head, but he didn’t stop pushing. The head slid along her wet tongue, and she felt the thick veins on the shaft pass through her lips. She thought he’d take it slow and she could explore it first, but his cock continued to slide to the back of her mouth until she was fully impaled on it. He continued to drive with his hips as more of his cock filled her mouth and his cock smashed against the opening of her throat. “GGGLLLUGGHH!” She gagged as her mouth opened wide and her stomach turned. He pulled his cock back from her throat, stopping when the head was trapped by her lips, but then, he thrust back in with equal force. It shot to the back of her mouth until she gagged once again. She could taste the bile come up from her belly, but Bishop Roman already pulled his cock back and was entering her once again. She couldn’t believe what he did to her. Each time he thrust in hard and deep, each time he made her choke and gag when her mouth was pressed up against the wiry, black pubic hairs that scratched her lips. He kept the pressure on his hips as he impaled her mouth and she couldn’t back away. Now, she tasted the thick crème that leaked onto her tongue. It was salty and bitter, Jennifer unable to rid her mouth of the foul taste in spite of only a few drops that flooded her taste buds. Just as the scavenger did to her mother, Bishop Roman fucked her mouth with long thrusts. She felt the shaft slide over her wet lips, her mouth filled with spit and his leaking juices. Each time, it felt like he tried to drive his cock down her throat. Each time, the tiny opening of her throat refused entrance, but not without a lot of choking and gagging. He thrust in so far that she felt his balls slap against her chin. Her stomach churned, and she fought the urge to vomit, but she feared she’d choke on it.

Each time he made her gag, his cock jerked in such excitement. He felt the head of his cock slam into her throat, and he struggled to push it into the tiny hole, but then, he pulled back, only to try again. He began to move his hips in circles as he thrust, making sure she felt his cock in every corner of her mouth. His cum leaked prematurely in her mouth, but he enjoyed the look on her face as she grimaced from the thick juices that flooded her once-virgin mouth. He continued to pump her face with such delight.

Just as suddenly as he started, his cock pulled out of her mouth. Drool and spit ran down her chin, but no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t rid her mouth of the taste of his leaking cum. It was thick, like oil in her mouth. Is he finished with me? His cock stood up taller, slick with her spit and god knows what else. He moved away until she couldn’t see him, then he came back into view. She looked as his hand slid down to her breast to cup it gently, and a finger ran back and forth over the very tip of her nipple to drive it into such hardness. His pinching fingers only inspired it to greater hardness as the blood was pushed out then returned with such a vengeance. “OOOWWWW!” She felt something bite into her nipple like tiny teeth of an animal, and then she saw the silver chain in Bishop Roman’s hand. He pulled it up, and she felt her nipple stretched until she saw it. There was a clamp on her nipple that trapped it, and when he pulled on the chain, it stretched it and bit into it more harshly. He jiggled the chain, and her nipple was tormented with pain and pleasure, Jennifer unable to distinguish which. She wanted to feel his touch on her nipples, but this was almost as good. He kneeled down beside her, but he continued to jerk on her nipple. She felt his hand on the inside of her thighs as her muscles trembled, but she could do nothing as his fingers sought out her pussy. “AAAAHHHH!” It was pleasure that she felt as it slid along her pussy lips.

He yanked on her nipple until it was stretched and the clamp bit into the sensitive flesh, but the minute his fingers found her moist slit, she no longer cried out in pain. He felt her juices begin to flow.

She couldn’t believe that she was being masturbated while naked, bound and spread for him, with the taste of his cock still lingering in her mouth. This made her excited, and Bishop Roman’s hands were skillful and knew just where to touch her. She couldn’t have stopped from growing any wetter if she tried. It felt too good, not even the clamp on her nipple could dampen her arousal. Shamefully, the pain felt good as it mixed with the pleasure between her legs. His fingers tested at the opening of her pussy but backed off when she felt the finger stretch her hymen. He wouldn’t take her innocence, at least not with his finger. His finger moved up, and she would’ve ridden it, but bound tightly, she couldn’t do anything but accept the pleasure. She waited impatiently as the finger slid up until it reached her pleasure button. She knew it was hard and throbbing with desire, and his finger found it with ease. It rubbed back and forth as her body trembled in wet pleasure. It felt like his hands and fingers were everywhere. Her trapped nipple was continually tugged and taunted, but his fingers explored her pussy, and unexpectedly, they slid along the crack of her buttocks. Like the knife blade that passed over her anus, his fingers touched her forbidden hole and sent shivers of strange lust in her body. His finger pressed on her anus, and she feared what he might do when her anal ring slowly began to expand under the harsh pressure of his fingertip. Her body seemed so connected, her nipples, her pussy, even her anus all tingled with the same desires. She rode the pleasure as it built up in her body. She knew she wouldn’t last much longer.

“Time for my pleasure, Jennifer.” He listened to her cry out when he released the clamp from her trapped nipple and the blood rushed painfully back into the tip. He used his fingers to massage away the pain. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. You’re going to lick my cock.” This time, she didn’t clench her mouth closed. She opened her mouth and her pink tongue slipped out as she wet her lips.

She wanted to cum, and she knew that he wouldn’t let her unless she gave him his pleasure. After feeling what she could get, she became more willing. Being aroused by his expert hands made her think differently. She’d take him in her mouth and do what he desired, even if it meant that he’d blanket her with his thick crème as the scavenger did to her mother. A mouthful of cum for an explosive orgasm while bound naked didn’t seem like a bad bargain any longer. Her tongue pushed out far as she waited for his cock.

He pushed his cock into her face and was rewarded when her tongue began to lick it. “All over the head, make sure you get it all.” She lapped up the leaking cum as if it was milk for a kitten. Then, he made her work up and down the shaft, holding it so her pink tongue could work its magic. He pulled his cock against his abdomen to get it out of the way. “Lick my balls. I want them slick with your spit.”

She tasted more of his crème, thick as it sat on her tongue and salty. It still made her grimace, but it wasn’t as bad as before. The head was smooth as her tongue explored it, running over it and then touching just beneath the thick rim that surrounded it. She felt his cock jump the minute her tongue touched the soft flesh beneath the rim, so she continued to run her tongue around it. Then, she worked on the shaft. The skin was looser and bumpy with thick veins that ran up the sides. The farther down she licked, the closer she got to the thick hairs that shot up from the bottom of his shaft. She cringed when he told her to lick his balls, but she did as he asked. She gagged on errant hairs that got stuck in her mouth, but she couldn’t pull them out. She filled her mouth with spit so she could get his balls wet as he asked. He pushed his balls over her tongue, and she could feel his twin balls sloshing around inside. She hated this the most and was glad when he finished.

“Suck my cock. Start with the head and then show me what you can do to give me my pleasure.” He hated that she couldn’t move her head, but he’d do it for now. He pressed his cock down onto her lower lip, and when he pushed in, her mouth scooped it up and took the head inside. He stopped when her lips trapped it, but her tongue already went to work to pleasure him.

She knew what sucking meant, so she did just that. She sucked in, drawing his cock into her mouth. It felt like her powerful suction dragged out his leaking crème. The more she licked and sucked, the more he leaked in her mouth. He rode his cock in her mouth, so she kept her lips tight around the shaft while her tongue continued to work it into a frenzy. She could feel the way it bounced in her mouth when she caressed it with her tongue. Not even when she nibbled on the thick ridge around the head with her teeth could make him pull out. When she rubbed her teeth back and forth over the flesh, she felt a jet of cum leak out the head, filling her mouth profusely. She thought he might have cum, but he stayed hard and eager.

Roman grew eager, and his hips began to take deeper thrusts into her mouth. “Take it in your throat, Jennifer.”

She knew what he meant as he drove his cock into her mouth. It was like when he first took her, but she knew that this time he wouldn’t be denied his pleasure. She didn’t know how the thick girth of his cock would fit into her tiny throat, but she saw her mother survive it, so she’d do the same. His cock slid along her slippery tongue, and she gagged the first time. He pulled back but slower and less urgent this time. Then, he pushed back in as she waited. The head of his cock shoved to the back of her mouth, and this time, it didn’t pull back when it hit her throat. She gagged again, but he didn’t back off. Then, he did something with his hips, as though he used his cock as a corkscrew and tried to drive it down her throat. He had some success. She gagged and coughed as her mouth opened wide and drool ran out. She felt something different as he continued to press his cock on her throat. When her mouth opened wide, so did her throat. With his cock pressing inside, the head of his cock stretched the opening of her throat with sheer force. She couldn’t believe he had done it, but her stomach turned as she retched when his cock slowly and methodically began to push into her throat. She couldn’t believe it was possible, but there was no denying the thick flesh that filled her throat.

His cock was compressed as if it was hit by a hammer, but this was much more enjoyable. Her throat muscles clenched on the head of his cock as he pushed deeper into her reluctant throat. The muscles rippled along his cock and made it quiver with excitement, but it was inside so tightly that it could barely move. He flexed his cock, but it wouldn’t move. All he felt was the delicious pleasure of such a tight hole around his cock. He began to fuck her throat as he gazed down at her face. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her nostrils flared as she struggled to fill her lungs, but it was her pink lips stretched tight around the shaft of his cock that brought him such excitement. His pubic hairs rubbed against her face as she was forced to swallow his cock. She literally swallowed his cock into her throat. He wondered if he were longer, could he drive his cock into her stomach.

Bishop Roman took his time with her. He fucked her throat, but then, he pulled out and played with her body until she was wet and ready, but then, he was back inside her mouth, teaching her all the ways she could please him. She was forced to gobble up the leaking cum, but she knew there was much more. Not even when he stuffed his balls in her mouth could stop the pleasure that built up in her body. She felt a change in him. His movements were more eager and jerky. His breathing grew rapid, and she heard moans of pleasure from his lips. His thrusts became more urgent and faster, so Jennifer worked her tongue faster even though she grew tired. It felt like he’d fucked her mouth for hours. Suddenly, his body grew rigid, and he cried out when he pushed his cock deep into her mouth. It felt bigger, and she was sure that she could feel the cum race up the shaft of his cock, but that still didn’t prepare her for what happened. His cock opened up in her mouth and unleashed a torrent of thick, salty cum that blanketed every nook and cranny with the thick crème. She gagged when the first jet shot to the back of her mouth and some went down her throat, but he cared little, unable to stop the explosive orgasm that raced through his body. She didn’t know what to do with the cum that filled her mouth, but by the second jet inside, she knew she had to do something. His cock stretched her lips so she couldn’t spit it out. She had no choice but to try to swallow it. She gulped, but the cum was so thick that it went down slowly, and by the time she got rid of some of it, he’d spewed more in her mouth. He continued to ride his cock in and out of her mouth while he cried out his pleasure. One more time he came, but he didn’t pull out. His cock lost some of its hardness, but it continued to ride up and down her lips as the head of his cock pushed his abundant cum down her throat. The smell of his cum filled her nose, but it was the taste that she couldn’t shake. It was distasteful but necessary for his pleasure, so she endured. Even when he finished cumming, he still fucked her mouth, though slower and more deliberate. She began to suck his cock again, drawing it inside her mouth with powerful suction as her tongue began the job of licking all the cum that coated it.

He hated when he finally pulled his cock out of her mouth, but it was a long time before he did. She was exceptional, even after he’d cum. She continued to work over his cock as if he never orgasmed. He saw his white, milky cum drip down her lips, and it made his cock jerk when he saw her tongue lick up a drop and draw it back into her mouth.

Bishop Roman pulled his cock out of her mouth. Jennifer felt so proud of what she had accomplished, bringing him such pleasure. She could feel his warm cum in her belly. She saw him smile at her as he knelt down beside her, then she felt his hands go to work on her. She closed her eyes and let the pleasure race through her body as his fingers touched her where no other man had before. He was an expert, in spite of him being a bishop. He stroked her arousal, but only carried her to a plateau where he made her ride it for so long. It was as if he knew what would drive her over. But, he knew just what to do to keep her from going over. He stroked her anus with one finger, and when her pleasure rose so high, the finger would become more insistent and demanding. She felt the strange tingle in her anus as it was forced to open up and stretch. She cried out the first time when his finger plunged through the reluctant hole and stretched her anal ring tightly around. She felt the shameful touch of a finger in her forbidden hole, moving like a snake and pressing hard against the muscles in her rectum. Then, his other finger would go back to work on her pleasure button even as the finger in her backside continued to move. Finally, she couldn’t stop and the finger in her backside was no longer disconcerting but pleasurable. It was as though her anus and her pussy were connected, and when one was stroked, the other felt pleasure. Her body shuddered in violent orgasms, bound and unable to move, she shuddered uncontrollably as Bishop Roman sent her innocent body from one plateau of pleasure to the next. His fingers never left her body, her pleasure button seized and pulled while the finger in her backside impaled her deeper. It was as if a cock was between her legs. Jennifer never experienced such pleasure. She was exhausted as he finally took her out of the strange contraption. She could barely move her limbs for a long time.

Bishop Roman never put his robe back on or gave Jennifer anything to wear. She watched his cock as they began to talk about village life and what she could expect. His cock never lost his hardness. Is my naked body making him perpetually hard?

Roman put some large pillows on the floor, and they both laid down on them. He pulled her closer to her. “Have you decided what job you would like to do?”

Jennifer said it without thinking, though she’d never told her mother yet. “I liked to join the soldiers under Lord William.” She waited to see his response.

“You do realize that there are one hundred fifty men under his command and no women, don’t you? It’s a dangerous job enough for a man, never mind a woman.”

“Yes, but I’m no normal woman. Before we came here, I killed two scavengers that attacked my mother and me. I’m good, but with some training, I could be much better.”

“Lord William might be reluctant since all women are subjugated to the male species. It would make it difficult when you are with the soldiers. They could take you while they are out on patrol. All of them at once.”

“Yes, I thought of that, but they could do that now. I know it would be a change for the village, but everything must change if we are going to go forward in this new world.” Jennifer didn’t know what she’d do if she didn’t get this.

“You would need some help to get Lord William to consider your request. Lord Harris would never even consider asking him.”

She looked at Bishop Roman. “Would you help me?”

“I might. I could suggest that Lord William take your innocence after I tell him how good your mouth was. You’d have a chance to convince him.” He looked at her. “If you could convince me.”

“What do you want?” She watched as he moved a bit away from her and lay back on the pillows. He spread his legs and grabbed them behind the knees and drew them up until his body was bent in half. With one hand holding his legs up high, his other hand reached for his cock, and he began to slowly stroke it.

Bishop Roman was spread obscenely. His balls hung down between his spread legs, but it was his ass that was revealed. His cheeks were parted and his brown anus blinked in a sea of white flesh. He began to stroke his cock, but she didn’t know what he wanted her to do. Then, she heard those terrible words.

“I want you to lick my asshole and stick your tongue up my ass while I masturbate. If you make me cum, I’ll approach Lord William about taking your innocence. Then, it will be up to you to convince him, but with your body, I’m sure that you can make a compelling argument.” He saw the shocked look on her face.

She found his finger in her ass wasn’t as bad as what she expected. In fact, it did something that she’d never expected. It made her excited as if her backside had the same pleasure that her pussy did. Now, Bishop Roman expected her to give him the same strange pleasure in his backside, but it wouldn’t be her fingers that would do it. It would be her mouth and tongue. It was a forbidden hole that a tongue should never visit, and she feared the tart hole. She wanted the job more than anything else in the world. Nothing else sounded like a job that she’d enjoy. She wanted to kill the scavengers and save the people that needed help. Her father had lost his life doing that, and she wanted to remember him with her deeds.

She didn’t say a word, but she slid down on the pillows until he felt her hot breath blow on his ass hole. It sent the hole into uncontrollable contractions, but then, he felt a soft kiss on his buttocks then another. He stroked his cock as the soft, wet kisses moved closer to his ass hole. He was glad he’d cum so he could hold out cumming quickly. He’d make Jennifer earn the privilege he’d grant her, and he knew that she’d work diligently to please him. She had already exceeded his expectations when she started to kiss him, especially when he felt her soft, silky lips push against his anus with a wet kiss. He knew he’d enjoy this beyond expectations.

Jennifer didn’t know how she did it, but she did. She kissed the tart hole and choked the first time, but each kiss became easier. It was when she started to lick him that she gagged and almost vomited, but she continued to lick the tart hole until it was slick. She pressed with her tongue, and she felt his anal ring open up under her forceful manipulations just as his finger did to her. He stroked his cock as she pushed her tongue into a sharp tip as she forcefully sought her way into his ass hole. Her hand reached up to his balls, and she molded them in the sack, chasing them around until she could grasp each ball. She rolled them around as she struggled to push her tongue in his ass hole. She could feel his ass muscles try to force her tongue out, but she continued to drive it inside until her lips were pressed up against his anus and sealed it tight. She began to wiggle her tongue inside his ass hole as her fingers manipulated his balls. He continued to stroke his cock, but she knew he wouldn’t last long. She’d make sure of it.

She played with his balls with such skill, but it was her sharp tongue that wiggled in his ass hole like a snake slithering inside. But he felt her wet lips sealed on his anus and felt her hot breath blow on him. No woman had ever done this to him before, but this wouldn’t be the last time. Jennifer was an exceptional woman that didn’t know the limits of her own sexuality. He’d make sure that he took her farther each time. For now, it was time to cum. His hand speeded up, and her tongue wiggled faster and deeper. It was as though her tongue grew and pushed deeper into his rectum. He finally exploded, shooting jets of cum at least a foot up into the air until their sheer volume pulled them back to earth to land on his belly. She rolled his balls and coaxed out all his cum before he was finally satisfied. He said nothing as she pulled her tongue out of his ass hole. Roman felt emptiness, but then, Jennifer surprised him again as she scooted up to his belly and she placed her face on it. Her tongue began to lick up every drop of his cum until his belly was clean and she swallowed it all.

“Do we have a deal?” She licked the last of the cum from her lips and drew her tongue back in and swallowed the cum. She couldn’t believe what she had done.

“Yes, we do. I’m sure you’ll need other favors in the future.”

“And I’m sure that you’ll make me pay for each one in some degrading way.”

“Yes, you’d be surprised what my mind can conjure up. Or what your body will enjoy.” He handed her a shift to wear. He had many as spares when he ruined the dresses of the other women that came for advice.





CHAPTER 8





Seamstress?


While Jennifer went out exploring, Alexis decided to see about a job. She liked the idea of making clothes that were more than practical. When Jennifer wasn’t around, she had made a dress that had a bit of fashion to it, not just a drape of cloth that covered a woman’s body. She went to see Lord Harris. She expected him to be busy, but she was allowed in to see him as soon as she arrived. She was surprised when she saw him, not what she expected. She thought he’d be an older man, slightly fat and balding, fitting the high position he held. He was an older man, but not that much older than Bill was. He was tall, very tall and muscular. It was as if he were a soldier, not a lord.

“Come in, Alexis, I’ve been expecting you. Sit down.” She was an attractive woman. He knew her husband died at the hands of scavengers and she was here with her daughter, a lovely virginal creature. Harris expected her to be a redhead, like her daughter, but she had brown hair, cut short, but smooth and silky. She might have a grown daughter, but she kept her lovely figure, but that wasn’t difficult on the road. There was little food and constant danger. He wondered what she might have already endured out there.

“It seems everyone knows the new people,” surprised that she was known by name.

“We take an interest in all the new members of our community.”

“Especially if they are female.”

“Definitely if they are female. What can I do for you, Alexis?”

“I’ve been thinking about a job here, and I’d like to be a seamstress.” She took out the dress that she made. “This was made quickly to show you my talents, but I think I can make dresses that are not only functional, but also attractive on a woman’s figure. I’m sure that would be of interest to all of the men.” She handed him the dress, and she was surprised that he took so much time looking at it, even down to checking the stitching on the inside. She didn’t expect that from a man.

“You’re very talented, as well as creative. We have many talented seamstresses, but not many creative ones. Have you worked with any other fabrics besides cotton?”

“Yes, there isn’t much difference between them. Do you have something in mind?”

“Yes, come with me; I’ll show you.”

He held the door open for her, and she suspected that it was so he could view her from behind. She half expected this to lead to something more than her goal. It was one more day that only the lords could take advantage of her and Jennifer. After that, any man could take them. If she was going to have to submit, she might as well as make it worthwhile to her, and she hoped it would help her cause. But when she saw the inside of the room, it wasn’t what she expected, although she should’ve. She smelled it before she saw it, the unmistakable smell of leather. Inside the room, it was lined with just about every leather item that she never could’ve fathomed existed. She didn’t know what most would do, but they all had one express purpose or, maybe, two. They were made to secure a body, female she was sure and also to leave her lewdly exposed. Then, she saw the whips and knew there was a third, pain or punishment. “Leather?”

“Yes, it’s a more difficult material to work with, but it has such nice qualities. Though smooth, it is strong.”

Jennifer looked around. “I’m not sure I can be creative as you’d like?”

“You never know until you try, Alexis.” He walked up in front of her. “Let’s say this is your trial period.” He didn’t wait for an answer. The minute he walked into the room with her, his cock grew to be so rigid that it felt like it would break unless he did something about it.

Normally, she would’ve protested, but with the rules that they agreed to, she had no choice. She stood there, her hands hung uselessly at her sides as she watched Lord Harris’s large hands nimbly begin to open the frail buttons on her dress. She was surprised he was so adroit. It took only seconds until it was opened to the waist, and then, she looked as one large hand pushed inside her dress and cupped her breast as if it was the most natural thing to do. His hand slid inside her bra and felt her bare breast. She couldn’t stop her nipple from growing hard as his fingers found it and rubbed it as he squeezed her breast. He wasn’t as harsh as she expected.

“Nice, soft tit, Jennifer.” He could feel the way she responded. He pulled his hand out, eager to expose her while she was still stunned. He pushed the dress off her shoulders and down to her waist. He grabbed her and pinned her against him as his hands reached around and opened her bra with such ease. Before she could respond, he pushed her away but grabbed the bra and pulled it from her arms. She looked at him, and her arms went up to cover her breasts, but all that was needed was a stern look. Her arms surrendered as she bared her breasts to him. He liked the way she obeyed.

Once she was stripped to the waist, his hands returned. His fingers pinched her nipples, not too hard but not a soft touch, but she couldn’t stop the way they responded and grew hard and tingled all the way through her breasts. He played with her nipples for long minutes and then grasped her breasts in his large hands. It was surreal for her to stand there while he fondled her with immunity.

He saw the way her lips trembled as she bit them, and her hands clasped into fists at her side, but she did nothing to stop him. He began to work on the rest of her dress, a single button was left, and the dress slid over her full hips and fell to the ground on her feet. He hated the plain panties the women wore, but he loved what lay beneath them. He bent over as he grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled it down to her ankles. That brought a response from her. Her hands went in front of her and cupped her sex so he couldn’t see.

She lost her composure when he stripped the last of her clothes off, but he grabbed her hands and pulled them away until they hung limply at her sides once again. She kept her thighs clenched tightly together. She was naked before him and his pants bulged with a big erection and she was in a room that was filled with leather bondage equipment.

“Let me see; what do I have for that lovely body.” He walked around and picked up various items as she looked at him with such surprise in her eyes. He came back to her and put the pile down on the desk near her, but she didn’t look at the pile. In fact, she averted her eyes away as if she could put them out of her head.

He walked around behind her, and her arms were grabbed and pulled behind her. His large, muscular hands were surprisingly gentle. She felt the cold leather placed on her wrists and then the buckles were tightened. There was a snap, and when she tried to pull her wrists apart, they only moved an inch before they were stopped. Leather was placed higher up her arms, just above her elbows, and it must be some type of strap, because when it was cinched, it forced her arms together. That bowed her back inward, and when the strap was buckled, her shoulders ached, but she saw the reason for it. Her breasts stuck out lewdly. He was still behind her, but he wasn’t finished. She felt more straps run around her body, one under her breasts, another over the top and then cinched tight. There were connecting straps between the top and lower strap, and Lord Harris stood in front of her and tightened them. When he was finished, her proud breasts were compressed between the two straps. It sent the blood to her nipples. His finger touched her nipples, and they felt so tender.

Lord Harris worked on his favorite straps. The first, a thicker one, went around her waist like a belt. It was the straps that hung down that he licked the most. He knelt at her feet. “Spread your legs, Alexis.”

No one had ever said those words to her. She felt an unfamiliar hand push between her thighs, and she had no choice but to do as he asked, though she didn’t spread them wide enough. But, once he got his hand between her legs he parted them wider and wider until they were shoulder-width apart. She could feel his hot breath blow so close to her pussy, but that isn’t what she feared. She saw the strap hang down to the floor. It was an inch thick. She saw him stand up and go behind her, but then, his hot breath blew on her ass, shaming her that his face was so close to such an intimate place. Fingers began to run over her buttocks as they slowly pulled her buttocks in opposite directions. Her body reacted and tried to clamp shut, but she was ineffective against his powerful fingers. Her crack opened up wide, and she could feel the cool air in the room blow between them, and she knew that he could see her anus. It grew worse when he blew on it to show her the control he had over her body. She felt the smoothness between her buttocks, knowing it was the strap. It passed over her anus, but then, it slid between her legs. Fingers plucked at her pussy lips, stretching them wide until the smooth strap was nestled between them. He moved in front of her as his fingers continued to peel her lips back and tuck the leather strap between them. He pulled the strap up to her waist and then began to pull on it. She felt the leather strap tighten between her ass and then push aside her pussy lips harshly and leave them open and vulnerable. She bowed her legs out after he tightened it to relieve some of the pressure, but all it did was make the strap move. It was disconcerting as it moved. It rubbed her soft, inner lips. She didn’t expect that. Her nipples also responded. It felt like her breasts were held in powerful hands and pushed all the blood to the tips.

Harris was pleased by the way she looked. Normally, he’d use a spreader bar on her legs, but he saw the way she moved, slowly and deliberately as if she didn’t want him to see. She tested the feel of the leather between her legs. He knew it wouldn’t be long before the leather was slick with her juices. Pussy juices were good for the leather, it kept it supple. There was one more thing, but he wouldn’t let her see that first. He wasn’t sure that it would be needed, but he wanted her to experience it. Even though the women had agreed to this arrangement, many balked at this task. The others acts didn’t require their cooperation; the bondage did it for them. But for this, they had to do one task willingly.

She thought he was finished, but he picked something else up from the table. She hadn’t noticed what it was, and he was behind her once again. When he moved up against her, she couldn’t help but feel his erection push into her hands as if the bondage had done that deliberately. He began to move his hips slowly from side to side, and she couldn’t help herself, though she didn’t know why she did it. She clenched her fingers until they curled around his erection. He was big, much bigger than Bill was, not only in length, but girth also. He stopped moving once her fingers curled around the shaft, so she moved them and sent his cock jerking in excitement. As she did it, he didn’t stop what he planned to do. His fingers moved around her neck. She realized too late when his fingers pushed into both sides of her mouth and forced her to open it. It was too late by the time she felt something hard inside her mouth. She thought her jaw would break when it was forced open so wide, but when she tried to shut it, she tasted leather, but beneath it was something harder, much harder. It kept her mouth open, and she knew why. It was open wide enough for a good-size cock to be pushed in and she could do nothing to stop it. Spit and drool began to run down her chin, and she couldn’t stop the torrent that followed. She knew what was next when hands pushed down on her shoulders until she was on her knees.

“Don’t say anything yet, Alexis,” he joked at her as he looked down to her wide-open mouth and the lovely pink tongue that fluttered helplessly inside. He reached down and cinched the strap between her legs tighter and got a muffled groan from her mouth. He stood up and towered over her kneeling body. He put his hand under her chin to make her raise her head up high. He took off his robe with ease. That is why the lords wore robe. They could be naked in seconds. Like a Scotsman wearing a kilt, the lords wore nothing beneath it. The minute he took off the robe, his cock jutted out and bounced excitedly as he saw her open and inviting mouth.

His cock was too big. The scavenger was big enough when she had to take him, but Lord Harris was so much more formidable. She shook her head no, but he approached her with his hand holding out his cock in front of her. He wasn’t about to be denied. His hand went to the back of her head, and his fingers fanned out and covered it with ease. They dug in her scalp and held her tight. He moved his cock close to her mouth and rubbed it over her lips. It bounced the moment it touched her lips.

Harris couldn’t control his cock any longer. It was as if it had a brain of its own and knew where it wanted to go. He pushed his cock into the open hole of her mouth, and even though her lips were spread wide, his cock still slid along her lips, top and bottom. He was proud of his girth. As he held her head, he shoved with his hips, and he impaled her mouth with his cock until it shot to the very back and slammed hard. It wouldn’t breach her throat, at least not yet, but he had a trick for that later. For now, he was rewarded with a muffled gag as tears ran from her eyes.

Her mouth was filled with hot flesh, not even the scavenger was this big. It was as though there wasn’t a single drop of room in her mouth. Her tongue was pushed down to the bottom of her mouth as the heavy cock sat on it and pinned it. Lord Harris was like a freight train when he shoved his cock in and only the girth of the smooth head stopped it from going down her throat. She was grateful for that, but the gag made her stomach churn and her nose run. He moved his cock in her mouth, stretching her cheeks as it touched every single spot—her tongue, her teeth, her gums, nothing was neglected. He rewarded her with drops of his cum. The profuse cum that the scavenger shot into her mouth reminded her of the foul taste, but the more Lord Harris moved his cock, the more he dripped in her helpless mouth. The iron gag that held her mouth opened hurt her, and the leather did little to ease that pain. She was sure that he’d break her jaw before he got his pleasure. Her only salvation was the jerky starts of her hips as she moved them slightly. The smooth leather felt so good, like hundreds of fingers that stroked her. Even her anus was set fluttering in uncontrollable contractions as the leather slid back and forth over the raised bud of her anus. She never expected that.

Harris couldn’t stop now as he began to fuck her open mouth. It felt so good, her mouth hot and wet, and her continual gagging and choking inspired him. The head of his cock slammed into her throat with such harshness, but he only felt pleasure. He twisted her head from side to side as he pumped with his hips to drive his cock in and out with such ferocity. He punished her mouth with his big cock for long minutes while she drooled and gagged, but he also saw her lower body moving as if she didn’t want him to notice. She liked the way the leather strap cut her pussy and ass.

He did her mouth for at least five minutes before he pulled out, yet he didn’t cum. She didn’t know how he lasted that long, but he was still hard. She saw him put his fingers in a jar, and when they came out, they were covered in clear grease. Would he fuck me now? He moved his hand to her mouth, and he shoved the greased fingers all the way to the back of her mouth. His fingers and hand were large, larger than his cock, and her lips felt as though they would tear any second. When he got to the end of her mouth, two fingers pushed into her throat, and there was no way she could stop it. She gagged then choked as her throat swallowed up his fingers. She wretched from the taste of the thick grease, but they slid effortlessly into her throat. The fingers moved inside and pushed against her reluctant muscles, and then, they pulled out. She gasped for air.

“That should make it easier, Alexis. Now, relax and let it happen, there’s nothing you can do to stop the inevitable.” He had done this many times and all had survived with minimal damage.

She was unable to do anything as his hand held her head tighter this time and his cock returned to her mouth. He shoved with his hips and drove his cock into her mouth with such power behind it. This time, she couldn’t stop him. His cock slid to the opening of her throat, and when it slid along the grease, it entered her throat when she gagged loudly. Unable to stop its descent, she felt it slither down her throat until she was sure that it would pop out into her stomach. She had to have three inches of thick cock in her throat before it stopped, but there were still a few inches outside her lips, but his pubic hairs rubbed on her nose. He began to throat fuck her. He was relentless. Even when he pulled out and she sucked in valuable air, it was only for seconds before he thrust back in and reclaimed her throat.

He didn’t know why he got more enjoyment from her mouth than any of the other women, but he couldn’t stop. Each time he breached her throat, she gagged, but it felt like her throat sucked his cock inside. Her muscles rippled along her throat, his cock compressed to fit into such a tiny hole, but it rubbed him so pleasurably. He couldn’t wait much longer, and he couldn’t stop it once his balls swung wide and hard and smashed into her chin. He shot the first load into her mouth, but then, he pulled out and stroked his cock as he shot the next three loads of cum on her face and lips. When he was finished, her pretty face was covered in a thick layer of white cum. He pushed the head in her mouth and rubbed it on her tongue to make sure she got every drop. He finally pulled the mouth gag out, but with her hands still bound, she couldn’t wipe the cum from her face as it rolled slowly down onto her lips.

She was glad to get the mouth gag out of her mouth. She knew that she had to do something to convince him of her abilities. If that is what he wanted her to do, she’d do it. Her life wouldn’t be dull, that was for sure. She didn’t try to spit out the cum; in fact, she did the opposite. She licked up all the cum that she could reach with her tongue and scooped it into her mouth. It was thick and foul, but she swallowed it all with a smirk on her face. “I can improve the mouth gag. It shouldn’t hurt so much. It needs more padding, and I have an idea that will allow you to open it wider or close it so you can get a nice, tight fit on your cock. I’m sure that you’d enjoy soft, silky lips tightly grasping your cock as you fuck her mouth.”

“I thought you might have something special in you, Alexis. I’ll set you up with your own private shop.”

“I’m sure you’ll visit me often to make sure that I know all the features of what you have or want. But, before I accept, you’re going to have to show me how you can make that strap between my legs cum for you. It teases and taunts me, but I want more.”

“I’ve never done that on purpose before, but let me help you up onto the table.” He held her as he made her stand on the table. “Crouch down, Alexis.” He saw her shiver when she crouched down and the leather strap rubbed her in the right way. Her arms were still tied rigidly behind her back, but now, her knees were forced out at obscene angles that left her pussy and ass open and vulnerable, only the leather strap between her hide her.

Harris was eager to please his new worker, yet not too pleasing. He started off with a small flogger, ten thin strips of leather not more than four inches long, but they were supple. The strap between her pussy lips left her lips folded back and exposed a bit of her soft, wet inner lips and that is where he attacked. She could’ve tried to close her legs, but she didn’t; she left them obediently spread. He wasn’t surprised that the leather strap grew wetter and glistened with her juices. He would stop and jerk the strap between her pussy and ass, grabbing each end with a hand and jerking it back and forth. It made her body dance as she gasped each time the leather rode along the soft folds of her pussy.

She thought it would be inconceivable to get any pleasure from having her body whipped, but when the leather straps of the whip attacked her pussy lips, she tingled with a strange and perverse excitement. She could only think that it would be better if the strap between her legs didn’t protect her. What would the whip feel like if it hit my inner pussy lips fully with all ten strips of leather from the whip?

Harris jerked and tore the strap up her crack and pussy lips, alternating with whipping all the available flesh he could find. He soon had her riding the pleasure and torment he gave her. Not even she could deny the feelings in her body, and he soon had her cumming as if they were lovers making soft, passionate love.

She couldn’t understand how it happened. All of a sudden, it crept up on her, and she couldn’t stop it if she tried. She began to open and close her legs rapidly, and when she did, the strap between her lips moved. She began to cum as if the strap was a man’s hand that fondled her in just the right way. She couldn’t look at Lord Harris as she came so shamefully, yet she cried out for the whip to continue to bring her such painful pleasure.

Harris helped her off the table and regrettably took the straps off her body until she was naked. She didn’t say anything for a long time.

Alexis saw the pile of leather straps that bound her, one of them shiny and slick from her juices. Boldly, she exclaimed, “I know how to make the strap that split me up the middle more effective, for you and her.”

“The women of the village will be in your debt, Alexis.”

“As well as the men. An aroused woman is more able to give you the pleasure men want, in spite of the bondage, or maybe because of it. I’ll be back in a couple of days with some improvements. And you can show me some of your other devices.”

“Would you like me to find you a place to live so you don’t have to live with your daughter in a one-room house? She’s of age, and she needs her privacy as much as you do.”

Alexis thought for a moment. “Yes, that would be good; it wouldn’t look like I tried to push her out.”





CHAPTER 9





Jennifer’s Trade


“Did you have a good day?” Jennifer was already home when Alexis walked through the door.

“Yes, how about you?” Jennifer noticed that the dress that her mother wore wasn’t the same one she left with that morning, but she didn’t say anything. She had changed before her mother arrived, and her mother would’ve noticed the same thing with her.

“I have a job.” Alexis didn’t say anything else.

“I knew they would see that you’re a talented seamstress.”

“Yes; have you decided on anything yet?”

“No, but I have some ideas, but I won’t tell you until I decide.” There was a knock on the door, and it startled them for a moment, still uncomfortable in the village in spite of its safety.

It was Alexis that answered it. It was one of the men that worked for the Lord of Planning. “Yes, can I help you?”

“If you gather up your things, I have new housing for you. These are temporary facilities for new arrivals. The new housing is much bigger.”

“That will be great.” Alexis and Jennifer gathered up their things quickly. They didn’t have much to start with.

They didn’t go far, three buildings away. “This one is yours, Alexis.” He opened up the door to a much more spacious two rooms, and it was furnished better.

“We have separate houses?” Jennifer asked. Had Bishop Roman been instrumental in this?

“Yes, but you are only three building away and the village isn’t big. I’m sure you’ll see each other all the time. Since you are of age, separate accommodations are mandated.”

Jennifer kissed her mother goodbye. “It’s okay, Mother, I’ll be fine.”

“Yes, I have no doubt.” Lord Harris must have arranged this. Alexis expected it, but it was still difficult to see her little girl move on her own. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” Jennifer went with the man, and she saw her new house, two rooms also. It looked so big after living outside for so many years. She was a woman now and had her own privacy. She knew tonight she’d masturbate, and it would involve Bishop Roman taking her mouth. Then, something changed her mind.

“Lord William will see you in the morning. Ten o’clock.” He looked at her and knew why Lord William wanted her, wishing he’d have the first chance at her. He knew she was a virgin, everyone knew that.

“Thank you.”

“I hope to see you soon, Jennifer. You have a lovely body.” He left her, his cock hard. He’d need to find an accommodating woman to satisfy his lust for now.

That was a strange conversation. What he said was almost a perverse compliment. Jennifer shut the door and latched it. She needed to find her bed. Lord William would take her virginity tomorrow. She’d have to make it memorable for him, so she could get what she wanted. She was surprised how easy it was with Bishop Roman. Were all men that easy, or was I that good at it?

* * * *

The next day, Alexis went to work, just as she had done before the devastation. It was different now; Jennifer lived by herself and Bill was gone. She went to her shop, a small shop behind the main shops in the village. It wouldn’t be open to the public; her items would be sold elsewhere. But it was here that Alexis would let her sexual imagination ran rampant. It would be a unique experience for after she made them, she’d take them to Lord Harris, and he’d try them out. On her. That sounded so perverted yet exciting.

In spite of cumming, Alexis did so once again last night, yet she was aroused the minute she walked into the shop and smelled the leather. It was like an aphrodisiac to her. She went to work on the strap that split her up the middle. She had so many ideas.

* * * *

Jennifer woke up wet in spite of cumming last night. It was as if she couldn’t stop the arousal in her body. As she walked to Lord William’s office, she felt the dampness between her legs. She went to his office, and it was fitting his position. She was ushered into his office before she said her name by a young woman behind the desk. She gave Jennifer a familiar nod as if they were somehow connected by what would happen.

“Bishop Roman was correct in his assessment of you, Jennifer. Even in the unappetizing dress, you have a lovely body. And virginal. Yet, he tells me that you have an innate skill to please, in spite of your lack of experience.”

She stood there as he eyed her body like a hungry animal. Now, this was a man. He was big, strong and handsome in a rough sort of way. He’d dwarf her small body, but she hoped that his equipment was big and strong, too. Bishop Roman surprised her with his cock, so Lord William would have to do a lot to exceed her expectations. “I hope I can live up to my reputation, Lord William. I need a man to guide me and show me what is expected of me.”

“That I can do, little lady. Let’s go to where we can have a bit more room.”

She felt his large hand around her waist as they walked out of the room.

“I’ll be gone for the rest of the day,” he told the woman behind the desk.

Jennifer liked the sound of that. They didn’t go far, but Jennifer was too busy looking around. There were many men training, in all different ways. Some of it was physical training, but most was in combat training. Some used weapons, knives, swords and bows, but many fought hand to hand. She looked at all the delicious hard bodies of men stripped to their waists. They grabbed each other violently as they fought, their bodies glistened with sweat and their muscles rippled and bulged. What would it be like for me to fight one of them?

Lord William opened a door and held it for her. It shocked her when she entered. There were five soldiers inside, all of them stripped to their waists, and they looked at her as soon as she walked in. They waited for her. She thought it would be Lord William that would take her innocence, but after that, would she be subjected to the other men? That never occurred to her, and it scared her. She might gain a lot of experience in a very short time. They stood up at attention when Lord William entered.

“At ease,” he told them as they sat down. “Over here, Jennifer, in the front of the room. These are my most trusted soldiers.” William moved to the desk near her and picked up the bamboo rod. It was about three feet long but was thin and whippy. It was a new one. The older ones lost their bounce after too much use. A flexible and whippy rod was best at locating the impact to a very confined spot and could be moderated with the flick of a wrist. He’d become very proficient in its use. He turned to Jennifer. “Lower your dress to your waist and take off your bra if you’re wearing one.” He waited to see how submissive she really was.

Jennifer took a deep breath and then began to open her dress. In spite of her expectations, this was different; she’d be stripping in front of a bunch of men. The other five soldiers weren’t much older than she was. But, she knew that she couldn’t disappoint Lord William or else she’d never have a chance to join his soldiers. Even as her fingers trembled when she opened the buttons, she worked quickly, and soon, it was open to her waist. She pushed it off her shoulders and down her arms until it hung at her waist. She didn’t hesitate, reaching behind to unsnap her bra, and she slid the straps effortlessly down her arms. She let the bra fall to the floor. She wanted to shield her breasts from their eyes, but instead, she arched her back and stood up tall. Her breasts stood out majestically, including the hard nipples that capped each one. She stared at the five men and smiled then did the unheard of and laced her fingers behind her neck and pushed her elbows out to the sides. It was as though her breasts rose up to the heavens.

“I can’t fault Bishop Roman for his description of your firm, youthful breasts, and I commend your presentation. Hold still now and don’t move.”

She watched the bamboo rod in his hand. She didn’t know what he intended to do with it. She’d read in books in some military armies, the commanders carried rods and whips, but used them to slap their legs to punctuate their commands. Lord William didn’t have that following. The rod rose up and slipped beneath one of her breasts. He swung it back then forward, and there was a thud as it hit the soft underbelly and made her breast jiggle. By the time it came back to rest, he swung again. This time, it was a bit harder, and she felt the burning as it laced across the soft flesh of her breast. He didn’t stop, moving along her breast as it approached her throbbing nipple. It felt like her nipple would explode, and she wanted to feel the harsh bite of the bamboo rod.

William was pleased that she kept her rigid position. He continued to visit the rod on her breast, covering every bit of flesh until he got to her areola. He saw her bite her lip as he neared it, but he moved to the other breast, and it looked like she pushed her chest up higher to accommodate him. He took his time to hit her other breast, this time a bit harder, but he barely got a grunt out of her. “Hold still, no matter what.”

She knew what was coming, but the shock hit her just the same. The harsh rod bit into her nipple. His aim was precise, slicing across the tip of her nipple where it was the most sensitive. “OOOWWW,” unable to stifle the scream from her mouth, but she kept her breast up and her nipple pointed. He slapped at the other one with the same intensity, but her cry was softer. The pain ripped through her breast, but by the time the next blow came, the pain was gone. He hit each nipple three times, and when he was finished, she looked down to see her enlarged nipples, swollen and red. They tingled without being touched they were so sensitive. Lord William moved next to her, and then, she felt his lips engulf one of her nipples. He drew it deep into his mouth with powerful suction, and his tongue lashed at it, but she kept her breast pushed into his mouth as he lavished such attention on it. Then, he worked over the other one until both of them glistened with his spit. He moved away from her, and she looked at the five soldiers. Their hands reached down and grasped their cocks.

“Take off your dress and your panties if you are wearing any. Leave on your shoes.” He found that it was more embarrassing if a woman was naked with her shoes on.

Jennifer’s pussy was soaked as she slipped her dress off. She stared at the bamboo rod and wondered what it would feel like on her pussy. She knew he’d do it, in spite of woman’s pussy being the most tender and fragile part of her body. Obviously, he didn’t believe in that or didn’t care. His cock jutted out the front of his pants in excitement. She slipped her hands into the waistband of her panties and drew them down. As she bent over, her breasts hung down, so she let the panties fall to her ankles and then kicked them away. Her virginal body was completely naked in a room with six men with very hard cocks, but that didn’t deter her from her plan. She laced her fingers behind her head once again, but then, she spread her legs. Not just a little bit, she spread them until they were shoulder-width. She could feel her tight pussy lips open up, but she stood there as the men stared at her, not at her eyes, but at her pussy. She let them gaze at her for a minute, but then, she turned around. Lord William started to say something, but the minute she spread her legs and bent over deeply, it cut off his words. He never expected her to do that and neither did she. She struggled to keep her buttock muscles from clenching tight. She knew that she was obscenely exposed, from her pussy all the way to her anus. The blood rushed to her head. She waited until Lord William said something, keeping the obscene pose. She wondered if they could tell how wet she was for it felt like she was drenched. She couldn’t stop her anus from clenching uncontrollably. It never happened to her before. It was as though she did it on purpose.

“Very good, Jennifer. Sit on the edge of the desk.” As she sat on the desk, she kept her legs demurely together. He waited to see if she would act before he commanded her.

She was glad to stand up once again. She knew he wouldn’t be happy with her sitting on the desk, so eager to please, she not only spread her legs, but she drew her feet up until they were flat on the desk. That forced her legs to bend and spread wide, and she felt her pussy lips parted so wide that she was sure that they saw all of her treasures. She still wasn’t finished. She gripped her pussy lips in her fingers, the flesh slick and oily. She slowly began to part them, and she didn’t stop until they were spread wide like the wings on a butterfly. As she held her lips open, she asked boldly, “Would you like to watch me masturbate?”

“That won’t be necessary, Jennifer, but if you would, lean back a bit more so we can see that tiny brown ass hole again.” She was a bit of a smart-ass, but she was pleasing. He’d see if he could shame her a bit. “Are you a virgin there, also, Jennifer?” He saw her get a bit flustered with his comments.

She leaned back and exposed her anus to them again, but the question puzzled her. How could my anus be virgin? Then, it dawned on her. Why would a man want to put his cock in such a dirty place? She finally managed to murmur the response. “Yeess.”

“But, your mouth has experience, doesn’t it, Jennifer?”

“Yes, Bishop Roman taught me to suck his cock.”

“I heard that he bound you and took your mouth, although I heard that you willingly licked his ass hole while he masturbated afterward.”

He told him everything, all of the shameful details. “Yes, I was bound.” She didn’t comment on the shameful way she licked his ass hole.

“I wouldn’t want to disappoint you, so I’ll tie you up, also.” He turned to one of the soldiers. “Carson, would you assist me?”

Carson jumped out of the chair. He’d love to work this virginal beauty over, and he’d hoped that he might get a chance to take advantage of his handiwork once they had her secured and spread.

Jennifer stood up as Carson and Lord William moved next to her. She saw the leather straps and buckles in their hands. She squeezed her pussy muscles tightly and felt the rush of wetness between her legs. She couldn’t believe how aroused she became with the sight of leather straps, knowing that she’d grow wetter when she felt the leather clinch onto her flesh and hold her tightly in whatever obscene position they desired. She saw them spread a one-inch mattress on the floor, and then, she noticed the iron rings that were staked out around it, bolted with black iron bolts into the hard wood. There were eight of them, four in the corners, and the other four evenly spaced between them. It would allow a multitude of various positions that she couldn’t fathom. She knew it wouldn’t be long before he ripped through her innocence and she’d feel the fullness of a cock inside. She’d seen the bulge on Lord William and knew that he’d stretch her wide.

“Lie down; after that, you won’t have to do a thing,” Lord William proudly exclaimed. He took his time. He enjoyed this part as much as the rest. He started with her arms as that would be the easiest. He pulled the first arm to the far upper corner and attached the leather strap around her wrist and then pulled it around until he could buckle it. He made it tight so she’d feel the helplessness. He threaded the strap through the ring and pulled it until the muscles in her arms were pulled taut. He worked on the other wrist and arm and soon had her arms spread high and wide. It laid her body out flat. Naked, she was a lovely sight to behold. She kept her legs together, but it wouldn’t be that way for long. He’d start off in the basic spread-eagle position. The first leg was enticing as her crotch opened up. He cinched her slim ankle and then yanked her leg hard so she’d feel it, then he tightened the strap through the ring. Her calves bulged as her leg was stretched. The best part was now when he grabbed her other leg and opened her up. He could see the surprise on her face when he spread her legs farther than she’d expected. When he tied it off, her pussy opened wide and there was no doubt her pussy was drenched.

Jennifer tugged on the leather straps, but they never moved. Her crotch ached from the wide spread of her legs. The other five men stood up so they could see, and their hands absently rubbed their growing erections. Lord William’s body looked so much larger as he towered over her prone body. She knew it was time when he began to take off his clothes. He was fully dressed, not like Bishop Roman that only had on a robe. He took off his shirt, and he had large, muscular chest and arms that rippled with muscles. His abs were firm without an ounce of fat. He took off his boots and socks next; Jennifer unsure whether he did that to tease her. He looked down at her in just his pants with the large bulge that pushed the front out lewdly. She knew it would be inside her soon enough. He opened his belt and the buttons down the front of his pants and then let his pants fall to his ankles. He cock could barely be contained in his shorts. There was a stain on the front. Jennifer was proud that her body could inspire such a reaction from this powerful man. She was sure that he had the pick of hundreds of women and did.

William grew eager as he gazed at her red-haired bush, an oddity among the women in the village. His hands slid his shorts down, but he stared into Jennifer’s eyes. They didn’t leave his cock as he revealed it. He grabbed it in one hand and held it out majestically in front of him. Just the touch of his hand made it quiver, and then, a drop of cum leaked out the head. He made sure that she saw it, rubbing his finger over the tip of his cock.

She trembled when he knelt between her spread legs and his hands reached out for her bound, naked body. He started at her breasts as his large hands were able to grip each one fully. His fingers were powerful as they dug into her flesh, but when they rubbed over her nipples, it was as if they floated over them, inciting a strange lust from the gentle touch. Her nipples grew as if they reached out for a harsher touch. His body began to cover her as his head went down to find her breast. His hot, wet mouth engulfed her nipple, and his tongue worked over the tip as his teeth bit into the areola to keep her from escaping. He grew more aroused and bit too hard, but she arched her back up and offered her breasts up to anything he wanted.

He kissed her mouth, taking her breath away by the suddenness of his kiss. She didn’t expect it, but when he French kissed her, her tongue responded with the same passion. His body leaned over closer to her, and she felt the hot flesh of his cock touch her. It jerked uncontrollably as it bounced on her naked flesh.

His kiss went from her mouth, down between her breasts and over her stomach. Her body was lean and muscular, much more than he expected from her. Not like the rest of the women he’d met. They were slim from lack of food when they were brought to the village, but the others had no strength or spirit. It was as if they had given up. He began to run his tongue over her abdomen, but he stopped when he got to her bush. The red hairs were so silky and thin that he let his tongue play in the jungle. He could smell her now, aroused by his treatment. He yanked a few hairs out with his teeth without as much as a word of protest.

She could barely breathe as his mouth was so close to her pussy. His teeth bit her pubic hairs, but it didn’t seem to bother him. Then, his mouth found her pussy lips, but it wasn’t his soft lips but his teeth. He nibbled at her lips as though he’d chew them off. There was no doubt he tasted her abundant juices. She couldn’t control it any longer.

He lay down between her legs as he began to explore her pussy intimately. He blew on her so she’d know how close his eyes were, but then, his fingers began to pluck at her pussy lips. He yanked them wide apart, just as she did, but his tongue began to lap up her juices. She couldn’t move her body much, but she did as best she could. She began to hump his mouth and tongue. He went from the top of her slit and rubbed her clit into a hardened bud then back down to tease at her virgin hole. But, he didn’t stop there; his fingers went down lower and teased at the outer rim of her anus and pushed outward to open up the tiny hole. Then, his tongue followed, and he got a gasp from her lips when he touched her there. Now, she knew what it felt like that she’d done to Bishop Roman.

His mouth explored her intimately, and she feared she’d cum if he didn’t stop. She wanted his cock inside her. She wanted to lose her innocence forever, even if others saw her as he shattered her hymen. She felt him move away from her pussy, but he sat up between her legs, and his hand stroked his cock into the mighty weapon it was. She felt it touch her as he pushed it down, sliding it up and down her slit with such pleasure. She wanted to cry out for him to fuck her, but she bit her lip.

“Move your hips and rub my cock, Jennifer.” He kept his cock nestled in her pussy lips as she began to move in tiny circles. It felt good, but he had to hold his cock tight to keep it from escaping.

Please, put it in, she begged to herself. But, then, he pulled his cock away and stood up. Where is he going? He moved to her head, and then, he sat down again, and she knew what he wanted. His hand went to the side of her head and turned her until she came face to face with his cock. She didn’t need to be told, opening her mouth wide, but it wasn’t big enough for his cock. His girth pushed her lips open wide, and the smooth head slid inside her mouth. She revisited the taste of cum and hoped one day that the taste wouldn’t be so distasteful, but that didn’t stop her tongue from coaxing out more of his juices. He didn’t try to fuck her mouth as Bishop Roman did. Lord William was content with her tongue. She got it wet for him, knowing it would go in easier. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and got between her legs once again. It was time; she knew it. His large hands went under her buttocks and raised her body up until the straps wouldn’t stretch any longer.

The head of his cock overpowered her tiny hole, but he cared little. There would be some pain for her to endure, but he’d be snuggled tightly in her cunt by that time.

She felt him hesitate, but then, it was too late. She felt the tremendous pressure as the head of his cock tried to breach her virginal hole. She could feel her hymen stretch, and then, it tore with such intensity. She bit her lip and tasted blood, but she didn’t cry out. One minute she was a virgin, the next she felt the stretching of a very large cock fill her pussy.

It was as if his cock was crushed by her pussy, but it slid inside on her warm, wet blood. He didn’t get very far before her powerful muscles stopped him, but he wasn’t about to give in. He pulled back and then shoved in harder as another inch of cock tore into her bloodied hole.

Her body bounced in the tight bondage as Jennifer felt as if she was impaled on a pole. Lord William didn’t stop moving once he took her virginity. He began to fuck her. He drilled inch after inch of cock inside her. Her insides had to stretch around his cock, and she could feel every bump and ridge on it, but nothing as much as the thick ridge that ran around the head. It felt like it dragged along her insides with such determination, rubbing and teasing her soft, elastic walls. It kept going in deeper and deeper. When he pulled out, she thought her insides would be sucked out by the powerful suction created by the head, but then, he shoved back in, forcing her to take inches of thick cock to touch her in places that had never been touched. His body began to cover hers, and she could feel his powerful muscles ripple as he fucked her.

William did love a virgin, and this one wasn’t the exception. She had a hot, tight hole that dragged such pleasure from his cock. He had to work hard to make her take all that he had to offer, but it was worth it. It wasn’t long before he bottomed out in her pussy. He stopped long enough to flex his cock to show her his power over him, but then, he began to pull out. Once the head was the only thing gripped by her pussy, he shoved back in with all his strength. He sent his cock inside her like a runaway freight train.

“OOWWW!” She finally cried out. He made take the full measure of his cock and with so much power; it felt like the hard head of his cock bruised her cervix. He pulled out then shoved back in and began to fuck her with full strokes. It was as though his lower body was a machine, fucking her with such precision. Jennifer cried out now, but it was pleasure, not pain. She’d never felt anything like this before. Not even her own hand could make her feel this way. It was as though his cock took possession of. She didn’t know how, but he started to grind his hips from side to side as he thrust in and out. It stretched her in new places and made her feel things she never expected. Her pleasure button had swelled to such proportions that it rubbed along the edge of his cock as he fucked her. Is it my imagination or can I feel the thick veins of his cock rub my pleasure button?

Lord William felt her trembling body beneath him as he pulled her up with his hands under her ass to make her take the hard, punishing thrusts. He knew that she enjoyed it. What was not to enjoy? She was bound and spread naked before six men and one took her virginity and now pounded away his pleasure inside her. He held out as long as he could, knowing that she was almost there.

Her body shook uncontrollably when she came, but it grew more when she felt him join her. She’d never felt such a thing before. Her insides were blanketed with hot cum, just as her mouth was by Bishop Roman. She could smell it as well as feel it, and it triggered something inside her pussy. She couldn’t control her muscles as they rippled along his exploding cock as if they tried to ring every drop of cum from him. He continued to move even as he spewed inside her and her orgasm consumed her body.

He loved to cum in a virgin and let her feel his powerful seed fill her. He didn’t know how many times this act had spawned children nor did he care. Once he took a virgin, the other men could have their pleasure with her. It was either him or one of the others that made her with child. He continued to fuck her even though he had finished cumming, losing very little of the luster of his cock. He waited until she finished before he withdrew. He stood up and looked at her. Her pussy leaked out his white cum stained pink with her virgin blood.

He waited until she regained her breathing. “Help me string her up.”

She panicked when she heard that, but she couldn’t do anything as they lowered a piece of wood on two strands of rope from the ceiling. She saw the leather straps on each end. They were going to string her up on it. But, they didn’t release her arms, only her legs. One of the soldiers helped him and lowered the wooden beam down until they could secure each of her ankles in the straps. Her legs were spread wider than the mattress. The wooden beam began to rise up and so did her legs. She panicked and kicked, but she was ineffective, the beam kept her legs secured. Her legs and her ass left the mattress, and the soldier untied her wrists, but only temporarily. They clipped them together in front of her. Her body was slowly strung up into the air until she felt Lord William hold her head as it slid over the mattress, the last part of her body that touched the floor.

“It’s okay, Jennifer, relax, there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” He let go of her head as it cleared the ground, but her red hair slowly dragged back and forth along the ground as her body swung. He didn’t stop until her body was higher off the ground.

She felt dizzy as the blood rushed to her head, but it was the position that he stopped that was disconcerting. Her head was his waist high. His wet cock was inches from her mouth.

He saw her looking at his cock. “Would you like to clean my cock, Jennifer?”

She didn’t say anything, but she opened her mouth obediently.

“What do you want to do, Jennifer, tell me?”

“I want to clean your cock, Lord William. Your magnificent cock that gave me such pleasure.” She opened her mouth when he moved closer, enough for the head of his cock to slip into her mouth. She washed it down with her tongue. He began to feed more of it into her mouth. She couldn’t believe he was still hard, or was this his soft?

While she worked over his cock with her mouth, he began to work on her pussy. Upside down with her legs spread wide, she was conveniently located. He started with her tender thighs, slapping them both from knees to crotch until they were a pretty pink. Then, with one hand on the back of her head to pull her mouth onto his cock as he’d pull a sock on his foot, he used the other hand to slap her pussy. She gurgled and choked on his cock the first time he slapped her pussy. She was probably sore from his fucking, but he didn’t hit hard, just consistently. He made sure that he covered every inch of her pussy lip, even the soft, wet inner lips. Her pink inner lips were deeper red from the fucking and now the slapping, but the more he slapped, the wetter the blows sounded when his hand hit her flesh.

His cock was jammed into her mouth, but it was her pussy that was on fire, but a good fire. In spite of cumming, his slapping of her flesh wasn’t painful. It was as though she was perverted and got pleasure from pain. She already knew that being bound excited her, but now, it was pain to pleasure. She feared what the men would do to her if they found her secret.

Jennifer was lowered to the ground; this time, she was placed on her hands and knees. Lord William was behind her, his hands were on her hips as his knee pushed between her legs until they were spread wide. He pushed down on her upper back and pulled up on her hips until her ass was posed up lewdly for him. She felt his hands grip her buttocks and yank them apart, and then, his cock slid between her legs again. She gasped when she was suddenly impaled, but she was so wet that he plunged all the way into her to slam into her cervix. He kept her from escaping as he began to fuck her. He pulled her back and forth like a puppet as his cock reamed him out.

William had cum once, so he was like a machine. He put her into any position he could think of and his cock never stopped fucking her. He held one leg high up into the air as he fucked the wide gap between her legs with such power. Her body shook and she cried out, but not from pain. Then, he flipped her onto her back and held her legs high up and spread wide into the air so he could hammer her pussy with his cock and his body. He made her work him over as he lay down with her sitting on his cock, forced to impale herself. “Fuck me; show me what you can do.”

She knew instinctively what to do to please him. Her hips moved as she fucked him, but it was her inner muscles that gripped his cock that brought him such pleasure. His hands fondled, pinch and squeezed her breasts as he fucked her. Not even when he bounced her high up and her weight forced herself to impale her pussy harshly on his cock could make him slow down. She didn’t know how he lasted so long, but she came for him, yet he wouldn’t let her stop. Even cumming a second time didn’t diminish her passion.

He folded her body in half so he could fuck her as he kneeled behind her. Then, he put her spread beneath him on her belly as his cock slid through her legs to fuck her from behind. He could pound hard into her in that position, forcing her pussy into the hard floor. It was in this position he made her cum again.

He had her lay on his prone body, and he hugged her close as he fucked her with powerful thrusts that sent her body up into the air each time. He grabbed her buttocks, and when his fingers yanked apart her cheeks and his finger found her anus did he finally cum again. With a large finger impaling her virgin ass hole, he spewed his cum inside her once again. Her ass hole revolted, and he felt the contractions of her muscles as they tried to force his finger out, but he was relentless. She had no choice but to take his penetration of her only virgin hole.

Her body dripped with sweat, and she was exhausted from cumming. Lord William finally came inside her, but not before he violated her ass. It was humiliating to have a finger worm inside her guts like a tiny snake, but she endured. It had been hours since he started, and her body was sexually and physically exhausted. She didn’t think that was possible.

William saw the astonished look on her face when he put her on her knees and bound her wrists behind her back. She thought he was finished, but he wasn’t done with her. It was time for his soldiers to leave him to some privacy with Jennifer. He still had much to teach this willing and eager woman. “You each have two minutes inside her mouth, but you can’t cum. You’ll have to find your final pleasure with someone else tonight. Jennifer will soon be available, so I want you to have a taste of her talents, or I should say, she’ll have a taste of you.” He had to move out of the way as his men raced to take her.

Jennifer had to endure over ten minutes of being fucked in her mouth and throat. It was different with five men, all of them so hard and demanding, all of them eager to breach her throat before their two minutes were up. As soon as the first cock was in her mouth, it speeded to the opening of her throat. It only took him two thrust before he impaled her throat with his cock, and then, he ripped it up and down and refused to pull out until his two minutes were up. The other men were the same, all except for the last one, Carson, the one that helped to tie her up. He stayed in her mouth, and she knew why. He could control his cock and spewed tiny jets of cum onto her tongue. It was as though he had mini orgasms. She couldn’t believe that any man could do that.

Finally, she was alone with Lord William. He brought her over to the chair, but he sat in it, she was kneeling between his legs with her knees spread wide as his toes caressed her pussy.

“Open your mouth, Jennifer. Nothing hurried; your hot, tight mouth feels good.”

She took him inside and gently let her tongue roll over the head of his cock. She wished she could grip his balls, but she couldn’t deny her arms tied behind her back as she was forced to suck his cock didn’t excite her. Though she had a difficult time reconciling to the word forced. His hand stroked her face as she sucked his cock as if it was the most natural thing to do.

He played with her body for hours, and she did the same to him. It was as if he knew what turned her on, and she knew how to please him. They started to get comfortable together and talked about other things, besides what they were doing. Her hands gripped his cock and stroked it to keep it in a state of perpetual hardness, and he stroked her pussy and pleasure button to keep her aroused and wet.

She finally got her chance when he asked the question.

“I heard your mother has a job; have you decided what you’d like to do?”

“Yes, but it would require some intervention.”

“I’d be glad to help you out if I can. What would you like to do?”

“I want to be one of your soldiers.”

He was sure that he had a shocked look on his face. His soldiers were all men; they never had a woman in their ranks. It took him a minute to respond, the first time he was short of words. “We don’t have women in our army.”

“I realize that, but why?” She stroked his cock a little faster to keep him interested.

“Women are, by nature and law, submissive to the male species. And they don’t have the muscles or stamina like the men.”

“I’m sure that many men in the village don’t have the attributes to be a soldier, I don’t think the gender should make them disqualified. A lot of it is training. I saw your men training yesterday, all of them. Why not train a woman that is qualified and willing?”

“And what makes you thing you are qualified?”

“I killed two scavengers before I came here, at the same time. They were men, yet I bested them with my knife. I saved my mother, and I could save the villagers if necessary.”

“Even if that were true, how could I put a submissive woman in my ranks? What if any of my soldiers wanted to indulge in your body for their pleasure?”

“Just as I do now, I’ll submit to them.” She wasn’t sure how that would work. What if ten of them at once wanted me? Could I survive? “Just as the rules changed to make the women submissive, maybe they should change the rules to allow them to fight and defend the village instead of just being playthings for the men.”

“You think you are fit enough to be one of my soldiers and to endure the training?”

“Yes,” she said adamantly, but her fingers curled tighter around his cock and stroked long, broad strokes on the shaft. She thought she felt him grow harder. Is he considering my proposal?

“I have to admit that you have balls. I’ll let you prove it to me. I’ll test you tomorrow to see if you are worthy.”

“What kind of test?”

“You’ll find out. Come to my office at two. I’ll see if you have what it takes.”

“Okay,” but her mouth was already engulfing his cock. She sucked him until he came in her mouth. She drank every drop of it and then licked his cock clean. She swallowed it all without spilling a drop. “I’m good at lots of things.”





CHAPTER 10





A Woman Soldier


Jennifer couldn’t sleep that night. She dozed off every once in a while, but she quickly woke up. All of her dreams ended up the same way. Lord William towered over her, both of them naked. It was his cock that changed. It was over a foot long and the girth was so big that her hand wouldn’t encircle it. The head was an angry red, and it leaked his juices. Jennifer had seen his cock; it wasn’t that big, but she still was trembling when she woke up.

She didn’t eat anything, putting on a simple dress. She thought about not wearing panties, but that was a bit too bold. She’d received what she wanted, or at least as far as she could go. He’d give her a test, and now, it was up to her to meet the challenge.

It was a long time until two, but Jennifer couldn’t do anything else. The minutes ticked away slowly. Finally, it was time to go. She walked over to his office, but this time, the girl didn’t usher her inside.

“He’ll be right out.”

She sat in a chair and waited, unsure where they were going, but she knew somewhere else. He came out of the office in his black uniform, but unlike his soldiers, his was tailored to his muscular physique. He looked good. Jennifer couldn’t help but to look down at his cock, the same cock that took her innocence yesterday, the same cock she sucked before she left him.

“Let’s go,” he said with a flourish, and they left the office. He didn’t say a word as they walked and Jennifer had to walk fast to keep up with his large strides. They passed by his soldiers training and went to a building at the end of the army compound. He opened the door and held it open. He finally said something to her.

“Come in, Jennifer.” He let her look around the empty room, or at least it was almost empty. In the center of the room was a very large mattress, though it wasn’t more than an inch thick. It was more padding than a mattress. It covered over one hundred square feet of floor.

If the mat wasn’t so big, she’d expect that he’d fuck her again on it, but it was too big for that unless he really liked to move around. She wouldn’t mind it. She was a bit sore from his big cock, but she knew she’d get used to it soon enough. She finally asked. “What is the test?”

“There is only one test for my soldiers, Jennifer. Even though you’re a woman, you’ll have to pass the same test. You’ll fight.”

Jennifer would be glad to show him her skills, though she knew she needed more training to be as good as his soldiers. “Who’ll I fight?” She looked around, but there was no one else.

“You don’t think I’m good enough to challenge you?” He said it in a loud, gruff voice, wanting to put her at a disadvantage. She’d used her womanly charms to get this far, but they wouldn’t get her any farther.

“No, no, I didn’t mean that.” She needed to get back her advantage. “I meant that you are the most skilled fighter in your army. It would be a shame to waste your talents on a test for me.” She never expected this, at least not with him.

“We’ll see how good you are, Jennifer.” He began to take off his shirt.

“I’m not dressed for this.” She needed a uniform like his soldiers. “Do you have a uniform I could wear?”

“You only get a uniform if you are taken into my army. It’s a badge of honor and accomplishment, not some clothes that can be worn by anyone.” He paused for a moment and threw his shirt to the ground. “I wouldn’t want to have an unfair advantage over you, so we can both be naked.” He smirked when he said it.

That was his plan all along, though Jennifer couldn’t say that she was put at a disadvantage. She’d seen his soldiers fighting naked to the waist, and she couldn’t deny that she was inspired by their muscular bodies as they moved. It was more than inspired, it was aroused. She smirked back at Lord William as she started to take off her dress. It might be an advantage for her if she could get him to let his guard down as he looked at her naked body.

William watched her as she undressed, but she did the same to him. They both pulled off the last garment at the same time. William was at a disadvantage, he showed his arousal. His cock jutted out as if he had a knife.

“Shouldn’t I also have a weapon like you?” She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock. They were going to fight, but all she could think about was his cock rubbing all over her.

“Sorry, only natural equipment allowed.” He moved to the center of the mat. “You can use all of your strength, don’t hold back anything. I can take whatever you dish out if you get lucky enough to hit me. I won’t do the same, otherwise this would be over in a minute, but you’ll feel my power. Either of us can tap out. Do you know what that means?”

“No.”

“If you get pinned and you’re about to be seriously hurt or unconscious, tap me and that’ll be the end of the test. I’ll do the same.”

“I understand.” She began to get nervous. William towered over her, twice her weight and he was strong. But, she was fast and nimble.

“Are you ready, Jennifer?”

“Yes.” She gulped loudly and filled her lungs with air. The first couple of minutes were crucial. She never expected that she’d be able to beat him, but she had to show him that she was a formidable adversary and she’d be worth training for his army.

“Come and get me.”

“You’re the badass, come and get me,” she countered back, and she crouched low, moving her feet like a boxer. It didn’t take him long before he leaped at her. Her eyes stared at him to watch every movement. He’s big and lumbering, but she was surprised that he still moved fast. But, she was quicker, pushing to the side of him as he passed her by, her body so low it almost was on the ground, not leaving him a target to grab. As he passed, she swung her arm and she hit him squarely with a loud slap.

He couldn’t deny that she was fast, but she was also a smartass and that could be her downfall. When he missed her, she slapped him on his naked ass cheek like a child.

“I hope I didn’t hit you too hard,” she laughed, but he was on her again. This time, he knew her move and caught her by her arm as she tried to bypass him. His large hands dug into her upper arm, bruising her flesh. Her body was yanked off balance, and then, she felt herself propelled to the outside of the mat before she hit the ground with a thud. She got up instantly, but he was already after her. She did something different, she attacked him and that stopped him for the briefest of seconds. She flew through the air, feet first and hit him in the chest. She thought she’d hurt him, but she fell back hard as if she bounced off his powerful chest. He had a chance to get her, but he laughed instead.

So far, she was better than he expected. At least she was smart enough not to confront him directly, at least until now. He saw her on her ass, her legs spread wide and her pussy that he fucked yesterday lewdly exposed. He couldn’t help himself when he laughed at her. She began to circle him again. That was her first mistake. She got too cocky and moved close to him. He wasn’t as fast as she was, but the closer they were together, the less it was an advantage for her. He ducked down low as she did, but his hands went for her waist. He grabbed her thin waist and threw her tumbling through the air like a sack of potatoes. She fell to the ground, but she shook it off quickly and moved back away from him. He didn’t give her that advantage. He rushed in on her as she stumbled backward.

Her breathing was rapid and her ass was sore from where she just landed; the mat not thick enough to protect her ass. She was sweating and puffing, but she noticed that his skin glistened with a layer of sweat, though he didn’t look a bit out of breath. He charged her, and she tried to move out of the way, but it was the wrong way. He expected it and caught her. His hands went around her waist, but this time, he didn’t let go. She kicked at him and the ground, and they both tumbled to the mat, but he never let her lose. She was on top of him, but he held her. He was pressed up against her back, and as much as this was a fight, his cock thought differently. It never stopped moving against her as they were skin to skin.

He spun her sideways while still holding her, and with a free hand, he pummeled her buttocks with five spanks and he didn’t hold back. He could feel the palm of his hand push into her buttocks until they reached bone. He managed to punish both of her buttocks before he pushed her away and stood up once again. He wanted to make her work for it. He wouldn’t take her down and end it so rapidly. He wanted to see if she had the spirit to fight, no matter what.

Her ass burned where he hit her. If he held back, she wondered what it would feel like if he didn’t. He struck so close to her pussy from behind, both of them moved frantically, so it wasn’t as if they could take the time to aim. She could feel the air that was fanned by his hand blow against her pussy, fearing he’d hit her there or maybe not fearing it.

Her legs were getting a bit tired, but she kept moving. It felt like hours had transpired, but she knew it was only minutes. She tried something different, very different. She went for him straight on, but just before she reached him, she moved to the side, but she swung her arm. She hit him with her fist on his square chin. She saw it in his eyes. She’d connected; something he hadn’t expected. It dazed him for only a second before he tried to grab her. She ducked low, barely escaping his grasp, but when she turned around, he was on her. She was suddenly yanked back through the air when he grabbed her red hair. His fingers curled into it and threw her to the ground. She thought her neck was broken when it was yanked harshly back. She couldn’t get away, his fingers interlocked in her hair, unless her hair was ripped out by the roots.

He could finish her off, but he didn’t. He still held her hair, but with his other hand, he grabbed one of her ankles and hauled it back harshly. Her body was almost bent in two but sideways. Her other leg tried to kick out, but it only made her spread her legs wide. That was what he wanted. He let go of her hair, but his hand swung wide and found its mark. He hit her fully between her legs with the flat of his hand. He could feel his fingers dig into the soft flesh of her pussy with such power. She cried out and rolled over into a ball to suffer her pain.

She didn’t expect that, and it was nothing like what she expected. It hurt. Her pussy lips felt like they were swollen. She let her pain consume her for only seconds before she rolled away from him. It took him a bit longer to get up, so she took a chance and attacked. It wasn’t where he expected it. She slid along the ground, and she caught him accurately. She got a cry out of him, not expecting it, but considering that she hit him in the balls, it was expected. He doubled up but only for a second.

It felt like she pushed his balls into his stomach. It took the air out of his lungs. He got to his feet, his legs together to protect himself for another blow. Even his cock lost some of its luster. He leaped at her and caught her once again. She was too busy celebrating her victory. He wrapped around her back and put her in a full nelson. He yanked her back against him, her head bowed down. His lower body was on her and his cock got harder once it rubbed against her. He twisted her around until they both rolled over, but she went head over onto the ground as he continued to hold her.

It felt like he was breaking her neck, her arms pinned and unable to do anything to effectively get away. He tossed her around on the mat, but he never let go. She felt his sweaty body rub against her, and his cock rubbed her back and side as if he was masturbating on her. With only her feet, she began to kick out, hoping to roll them over once again. She struggled with him and turned to the side. She got lucky that their bodies were soaked in sweat and that he lost a bit of his grip, enough for one arm to break free and push him away. She scrambled to her feet.

He was on her once again, not letting her back away. He swung her around and got on her back again. He fell to the mat and took her with him. He lay prone on the mat with her on top of him, managing to pin her arms between their bodies. He held her so close that she couldn’t get her hands free, though he did enjoy all the efforts she made. Her hands continually found his hard cock and made it jerk in pleasure. His legs went around hers, trapping them when he dug his feet between her legs and slowly began to part them.

He was spreading her legs, and she couldn’t do anything to stop him. He continued until her crotch ached and then his hand slapped her pussy, but not with the power of before. It stung, but when he did it, his cock jerked. He liked doing that. She didn’t have to wait long before he did it again, this time a bit harder, but the sting wasn’t what she felt. He pushed up with his hips to give him a better target as her pussy was raised up higher. The next blow came and his cock jumped in excitement.

He pushed her body away from his long enough to pull her hands out from between them. Though he liked her touch on his cock, he had other plans. He grabbed her hands and yanked them over her head. He kept her legs pinned and spread for him, her body prone on his. He began to move his hips from side to side. Their bodies began to slide with ease of their sweat.

She didn’t know whether she passed the test or not, but she knew it was over. There was nothing else she could do, at least not as far as fighting. It had changed to something more now. She felt him moving under her, and his cock came alive as it rubbed over her buttocks. It didn’t stop moving, not sure if her body made it move or he was flexing his cock. She didn’t care, the slaps on her pussy was an aphrodisiac for her. It was a prelude to something more. His cock moved with urgency, sliding over her cheeks, Jennifer eager to feel it inside her once again. She didn’t know about this position, but she was willing to try anything, and it wasn’t as though she had a choice. He had her arms pinned as if they were bound and same with her legs, spread wide and her pussy ready to receive his cock.

His cock slid between her sweat-drenched cheeks, and he felt her tighten her buttocks to clench on his cock. He continued to move his cock, feeling it slid along her crack as it sought out its destination. His cock got harder when the head rubbed on her anus. He flexed his cock and sent her anus fluttering from the touch. “Squeeze my cock with your ass.”

She felt her anus flutter, just as it did when he pushed his finger inside her virgin hole yesterday. She didn’t know why he did that, but she wanted to please him, so she clenched and unclenched her buttocks on his cock, sending it into violent contractions, as if she milked it. But, she felt something else. When she clenched her buttock muscles, her anal muscles clenched also. Her tiny hole began to flutter just as it did when it was penetrated by his fat, demanding finger. Her hips began to squirm as she tightened her muscles. She felt the head of his cock pass over her anus with a strangeness that she couldn’t explain. William pushed up with his hips harder.

He spread her legs wider and felt her cheeks part as his cock snuggled tightly between them. He began to push up as he flexed his cock. He’d push his body down just the slightest bit to make his cock stand up slightly. He began to squirm and slide down in short jerks until he started to have success. The head of his cock found her anus. He flexed his cock twice and that pushed it up enough so that it sat on her anus and was trapped against the tiny hole.

She didn’t understand what he was doing. She expected him to be inside her pussy by now, but it was still along the crack of her ass. She never felt his cock so alive as it pushed between her cheeks. The hot, hard flesh of the head of his cock battered at her anus. She didn’t understand it. “NOOO,” she cried out when it suddenly dawned on her. Why was I so naïve? He yanked hard on her arms to hold her steady. He began to push up with his hips. He wasn’t looking for her pussy. It was her ass he wanted. Just as his finger penetrated her yesterday, today he sought out her anus with a larger violator. “You’re too big for my ass!” She protested loudly, but she could feel her anal ring begin to stretch from the smooth, slick head of his cock. Their sweat lubricated his cock, and there was no way she could keep it out. She pinched her anus tight, but all it did was make his cock dance in pleasure and his hips become more assertive.

It was antagonizing slow process to take her anal virginity, but it was pure pleasure. He heard her protests and gasps each time he pushed another millimeter of his cock into the tight hole. It felt as if the head of his cock was crushed by her anus, the powerful muscles gripped it as though she wanted his cock inside, not trying to push it out.

“NNNo, nnno, not thereee.” Her anal ring was stretched so wide, but his cock was relentless as it sought to burrow into the depths of her ass. It burned as her anal ring opened up under the onslaught of his cock, but she feared that he’d tear her with his massive cock. “OOOOWWWW!” It was sudden and unexpected. It was as though her anal ring stretched wide around the head of his cock and sucked it in with such a passion. Before she could finish crying out, she felt the bulbous head of his cock stretch her rectum like a giant rock pushed inside her, but this one came alive, jerked and shuddered. It sent her anal muscles clenching uncontrollably to repel the invader, but she knew that he only felt the pleasure as her muscles rippled over his anxious cock. “No, please, not there, fuck my pussy,” she begged.

“Relax, Jennifer, there’s nothing you can do. I’m in and there is no way you are going to push me out until I finish off inside that hot, tight, virgin ass.” William began to move his hips from side to side to stretch her at the same time he pushed up with his hips to impale her prone body with his cock. It was so exciting; her own weight drove her ass down on his cock. All he had to do was wiggle a little and her ass hole slowly began to caress his cock like a hot, wet blanket. Once she was fully impaled, they’d switch sides and he’d be on her ass and fucking her with his cock.

It was like a pole was shoved up inside her; inch by inch, it crept up her guts, jerking, and shuddering as it stretched her elastic walls to force her to take all of his rigid cock. When his cock was halfway in her stomach, she cramped around his cock, but he held her body prone and spread. She could do nothing but suffer the painful cramps until his cock pushed deeper into her intestines. Why would he want to put his cock in such a place when he could have my pussy?

“Yes, so good, Jennifer, take it all.” He continually thrust his hips up to impale her deeper. Her anal ring was stretched tight around the shaft of his cock, and he couldn’t wait until he started fucking her ass hole and he’d feel the pleasure of the tight ring pass up and down his shaft with such pleasure.

It felt like his cock would come out her mouth. It had to be all the way inside her. She could feel his body pressed up against her buttocks, and his cock wouldn’t stop moving inside her. Each time it moved, it stretched her in unnatural ways. She was glad that he was finished. She couldn’t take much more of this. She wanted his cock in her pussy.

He released her legs first, and she moaned as she closed them to trap his cock tighter in her ass. He released her hands. “I’m going to roll over and take you with me,” he told her, but he didn’t give her time to protest. He turned over with her as his cock began to move in her tight ass hole. It pulled out an inch, but as soon as he had her on her belly, he pushed down on her back and impaled her fully once again.

His heavy body was on hers and pinned her to the mat. His legs went between hers and forced her to spread her legs wide again for him. He yanked her arms over her head, but he didn’t pin them. She knew enough not to move them. She could feel his cock root around in her intestines. No matter what he did, his cock was never still. She didn’t know whether he did it or she made it that way. She couldn’t control her own muscles; they fought as hard as they could to keep him out, but it was a losing battle against a formidable enemy. “EEEHHH!” She felt him move, sliding his hips back, and his cock began to pull from her ass hole. It was just as intense pulling out as it was pushing in. The thick head of his cock made a powerful vacuum that felt like her guts were sucked out behind it. His movements were jerky at first. He pulled out a couple of inches then pushed back in to drive into the darkest depths of her bowels. Then, he would pull back four inches and then shove back in. Her anal ring was set fluttering as it rode the shaft of his cock. She could feel the thick veins and the bumps on the shaft ride over her anal ring. Her ring was stretched out and then pushed back in as he began to fuck her. It was a shameful thing to even think of. He fucked her ass; he sodomized her. He was relentless now, thrusting harder and deeper with each thrust. She didn’t know how long he would continue this degrading act.

“On your knees, Jennifer, and I’ll give you some pleasure.” He yanked her up to her knees, and she got on her hands. His hands reached around and cupped her hanging breasts, and his fingers sought out her nipples. He began to rip his cock up and down her ass hole, pushing in so hard that her body jolted when he bottomed out in her guts and his abdomen slammed harshly into her buttocks. But, then, he’d push her forward as he withdrew, gazing down to see her stretched brown hole slide along so lovingly over the shaft of his cock.

He took her from behind, not in her pussy but in her ass with pounding thrusts that shook her body. This was worse than the fight. He punished her body with his cock. His hands deserted her breasts, and then, she felt them between her legs. She spread her legs wider, welcoming them. He did things to her that she never expected. He shoved two fingers inside her still-tight pussy to stretch her, but it was as if his fingers and his cock touched deep inside her body somewhere. It was as if one giant cock took her between her legs, unable to distinguish between them. She found herself feeling pleasure. When he found her clit, she began to fuck his cock back, shoving her body backward until his cock impaled her deep in her guts.

William watched the transformation in her. She began to fuck his cock with her ass hole. She moved her hips in circles, and at the same time, her pussy and ass muscles gripped his fingers and cock. She was going to ring all the cum from his balls. He fucked her hard, but she took each punishing thrust and cried out for more. He shoved three fingers inside her once-virgin pussy and stretched her wide. He could feel his cock in her ass hole, the two holes separated by only millimeters. He struggled not to cum, not until she did. He wanted her to cum while getting ass fucked.

She couldn’t believe she felt this way. His cock was burning up her ass hole, but she found that she got pleasure from inside her guts along with her anal ring. It was as if there was pleasure sensors all around her anus and his cock teased them with each thrust. His fingers helped, three of them stuffed her pussy bigger than his cock did. They moved around inside her, the thick knuckle bones rubbed and stretched her from the inside. It was as if they were another cock. Her clit was rubbed until she couldn’t control it any longer. She shamefully came for him, crying out loud as her muscles went into powerful contractions that rang the cum from his balls. Her orgasm went to a higher plateau the first time she felt an enema cum blanket her ass hole. His cock spewed his hot cum in a place that wasn’t destined for it. Each time he jetted, she came all over his fingers. His cock continued to ride her ass, harder and faster now that it was lubricated by his abundant cum. It felt like forever before he finally finished cumming. She couldn’t control her muscles as they finally had success at pushing his cock out of her ass. She felt the shameful wetness flow from her once-virgin anus.

She lay on the floor as she tried to recover. She didn’t say anything. She waited for him.

“I’ll give you a shot with my army, but…”

She feared the buts, but she didn’t say a word.

“You’ll train with one of my trusted men, one of the five you met yesterday. You’ll meet in secret from all the other soldiers, and you must tell no one, including your mother. If your training is successful, you’ll be part of my army and I’ll tell my men.”

“I don’t know how to thank you.” She wanted to kiss him, but he didn’t look like the kissing type.

“You can lick my cock clean to thank me.” He saw the look on her face when she looked at his soiled cock.

She grimaced the first time she licked his soiled cock, but it wasn’t any worse than licking Bishop Roman’s ass hole while he masturbated. She took his cock into her mouth, lathered it with her spit and used her tongue to lick it clean. She kept her lips tightly wrapped around his cock as she pulled it out of her mouth to gather up every drop. She was pleased when she finished that she’d left him hard once again.





CHAPTER 11





Danger Lurking


Jackson was in trouble when the boss, Carlos, returned.

“I was told that there are two nice pieces of ass for me, but I don’t see anyone.” Carlos got back from a successful raid of a small village. They’d caught them off guard and wiped them out, but not before they enjoyed all the women that they captured. But that was four days ago, he’d hoped for something to pleasure him.

“I’m sorry, boss. I had two nice women, a mother and daughter. Daughter was a virgin, so I saved her for you, but I took the mother in the mouth and she was an exceptional cock sucker. She rang me dry and licked me clean,” he proudly exclaimed, but he knew that was the wrong tactic when he saw Carlos’s disapproving gaze.

“Are you that incompetent that you can’t hold onto two women, Jackson? Was I wrong in trusting you when I’m gone?”

“One of our men deserted, but not before he let them go. Frank, he joined us about six months ago. Don’t know what came over him.”

“That’s your excuse?” He saw Jackson about to say something else. “What is it?”

“Two of our scouts never came back. They’re overdue a couple of days now.” Nothing was going right for Jackson.

“You send anyone out for them or to find the women?”

“I didn’t want to do anything until you came back, boss.”

“Is that all the damage you did, Jackson?”

“Yes, boss, sorry.”

“We leave early in the morning. We’ll take twenty-five of us; that should be more than enough to capture two women and find out what happened to our two scouts. Think you can handle that, Jackson, without fucking it up?”

“Yes, boss, don’t worry. We’ll get them.”

“We better or else I’ll leave you out there,” he threatened.

* * * *

They were gone for two days before they came upon them. It was the two scouts. They were both gutted by someone with a knife, someone good with a knife. “This ain’t two women that did this, not at least the women you talked about. Jackson, you take half the men and go northeast for a day. I’ll go northwest for a day to see what we can find. Someone’s going to pay for this. We’ll meet in two days.” Carlos would get his revenge.

* * * *

It was Carlos that found the village. They stayed far enough away when they saw its size. He was outnumbered with only twelve men, but maybe they’d do better when he met up with Jackson and they’d have twenty-five. They stayed the next day and watched. They saw the soldiers. They looked professional, but it was only looks. It took much more to kill a man than looks. It was a patrol of ten. He left one man to watch, and Carlos took the rest back to rendezvous with Jackson. In two days, he’d be back in force and he’d get his revenge.

Back in the village, King Michael was about to enjoy himself. There was one new virgin that came of age, but he gifted her to one of the men of the village. Chester used to be an agricultural scientist, known for his groundbreaking discoveries in gene splicing new plant species. Since the devastation, scientific equipment was nonexistent, but Chester helped increase the yearly harvest by twenty percent every year since he joined the village five years ago. He’d saved many from starving to death. Chester was older, fifty-five or so, a slight man, unimposing, but he was brilliant. When Michael told him about the woman, he’d never seen a man that happy before.

Christina was a stunning woman now that she had bloomed. She’d been in the village for over ten years, and she was just coming around to what she’d have to submit to. But, she’d led a safe life here, so there was the tradeoff. After Chester, there would be many other men that would want to possess her, so she’d have to learn to accept and adapt.

Michael had a special plan for her. He’d be present when Chester had his pleasure with her, but he also had a guest coming. Not all the women that came of age were ravishing beauties, many were average looking, some not so pretty, some shy and reserved. He’d remembered one over a year ago. Alice. If you looked at her, you’d think she was a librarian, mousey brown hair, eyes that never looked at you. They stared down at her feet to avoid you. It was her shyness and naivety that Michael remembered so well, but also her absolute submission. She might have been naïve, but she followed his orders and instruction to the letter, in spite of the shame that spread across her naked body as she performed the most degrading and perverted tasks. He liked the hesitation in her, yet she never refused anything.

Alice was nervous as she walked over to King Michael’s chambers. It was almost a year ago she made the same trip. She couldn’t put that out of her mind. He did things to her that she never knew of, shaming her by making her perform the most degrading sexual acts. She was shy and introverted, yet she did everything he said. In spite of the fact that any man could do the same to her, nothing happened since that day. It was as if she was invisible to men; that was why King Michael’s request for her was so out of place. It must be something else, but the panties and bra that were sent with his request told her differently. She’d never seen anything so sexy before. She blushed when she put them, yet no one else could see her. She couldn’t get rid of the blush as she passed by men, as if they could see beneath her plain dress.

She was taken into the same grand chamber that she remembered last year, but no one was there. In a few minutes, another woman joined her. Alice recognized her; she was Christina. She was a new virgin woman this month, and she was gorgeous. Alice really felt out of place now. They nodded to each other but didn’t say a word.

Michael met Chester in one of the outer rooms before he brought him in to see the women. He saw the excitement in his eyes.

“I don’t know how to thank you, King Michael. I’ve never had a virgin before and never one as beautiful as Christina.” He had a raging erection that wouldn’t go away for hours now. It was almost painful.

“You know how this is going to work. Are you okay with it?”

“Yes, yes, I can’t wait. And thank you for your help. It will make it easier for me. I’m not very experienced with women.”

“I’ve brought Alice to help out Christina and show her what she needs to do. We can both get our pleasure from Christina and Alice.”

King Michael and Chester walked in with a flourish befitting the king. Chester drooled when he saw Christina. She was so beautiful, far beyond anything he deserved. He took a seat in a large chair; Michael’s had his royal throne next to him. “Come over here ladies, and stand in front of us.” There were two other smaller wooden chairs that faced the men.

Christina and Alice got up instantly and stood in front of the two men. The men’s eyes lustily gazed at their bodies, not their faces. They both stood up tall with their hands at their sides. Christina nervously clenched her fists. She knew the king was older, but she didn’t expect Chester to be so meek and old. It wasn’t what she expected for her first man, the man that would take her innocence from her. Alice stood next to her, but Christina wondered why she was here. She wasn’t a virgin.

Michael began to speak. “You are here to give pleasure to Chester in any manner he requires. He’s been a great asset to the village for many years and helped us sustain life with his progressive agricultural methods. Alice has been here before and will help teach you how to pleasure a man. You will follow her every instruction, just as you will follow mine and Chester’s. Do you understand, Christina?”

“Yes, King Michael.”

“And you, Alice, do you understand?”

“I think so, King Michael.”

“Very good. Now, both of you raise your dress up slowly until it is above your waist.”

The women grabbed the hem of their dresses and slowly raised them up. Both of them blushed as they were exposed, especially since they wore sexy panties. They were cut high up their waist, but they left their hips naked and they tapered down to a vee that barely covered their sex. The panties clung to their flesh like a second skin; sure they were too small on purpose.

“Turn around, let us see your lovely asses.” It was Chester, surprised that he said it, but he wanted to be assertive. Chester got much harder when he saw the panties in the back were just thin thongs that split their cracks. All of their lovely firm buttocks were naked.

“Shake your ass slowly and sexily,” Michael urged them.” Alice moved first and Christina watched her before she did the same thing. It wasn’t long before Michael watched two lovely women shake her asses as if they were fucking.

“Take off your dresses.” They quickly stood there in sexy panties and bras. “Play with your breasts; tease us with what lays beneath your bra.”

Christina was unsure of what to do, but Alice knew what the king wanted. It wasn’t long before they wanted to see more.

“Take your breasts out of the bras and show us. Hold them and shake them slowly from side to side.”

They were like strippers; their hands plucked their breasts out and held the naked flesh to make them dance for the men. Christina’s body was flushed in shame, but she watched Alice and tried to follow her every move.

“Slip off the bras and then slide those lovely panties down and show us your naked bodies.” Chester rubbed his cock beneath his pants. He’d wait to take his cock out until the king did. He didn’t want to be too bold.

It didn’t take long before the two women were naked. They stood in front of the two men, their hands at their sides as the men ogled them. Chester already rubbed his cock openly as he started at Christina.

“Sit on the chairs and straddle them with your legs. I want you spread wide. Then, you can begin to masturbate for us.” Michael saw the horror in Christina’s eyes when he said masturbate, but in Alice’s eyes, it was something different. She looked down to avert his gaze, but her hand went down at the same time. She began to masturbate. Michael looked at Chester and watched him rub his cock. “I think it’s time to release our cocks for the women to see what they’ll get.”

Christina couldn’t take her eyes off of Chester as he opened up his pants and took out his cock. She knew it would soon be inside her to claim her innocence. She compared it to King Michael’s cock and was glad that it wasn’t as long or as thick. She had masturbated before, but it was always in the privacy of her own room. She looked down to see the way her pussy was spread open, her tight, virgin pussy lips peeled back to show her insides intimately. Her hand went between her legs, but she refused to look up as she gently stroked her pussy lips and felt the shameful juices flow so easily. How could I grow excited by doing this in front of two older men?

“Watch us, Christina, and see how excited your body makes us.” Chester rubbed his cock, but he did it slowly, not wanting to cum too soon.

Alice’s pussy was soaked, and she refused to touch her pleasure button. She knew that she’d cum instantly if she did. Since she lost her virginity, she masturbated almost daily. It was as if something was unlocked in her body that she couldn’t extinguish with solo masturbation. She put two fingers inside her as she simulated what it would feel like when the king would put his cock in her again. His cock rose up majestically as he rubbed it. She hoped that it would be her hand that would do it soon enough.

Michael stood up and took off his robe, and he was naked beneath it. Chester eagerly joined him. “Let’s show them what our tongues and fingers can do, Chester.” They moved in front of the two chairs and kneeled between their spread legs.

Christina cried out when she felt Chester’s hot breath blow on her pussy lips. He was shamefully close to her pussy. She felt his soft hands on her thighs, but they were harsh as they spread her legs wider until her crotch ached. She looked over to hear Alice cry out, but it was in pleasure. King Michael was between her legs with his face pressed up against her pussy. She could hear his slobbering lips and tongue working her into a sexual frenzy. Alice’s fingers plucked at her nipples and squeezed and tugged them as the king licked her intimately. Christina mimicked Alice’s gestures and found that her nipples were so sensitive. She also couldn’t deny the feelings she got between her legs as Chester licked her. Not even when he accidently bit too hard on her pussy lips could dull that increasing excitement she felt. It was as if his tongue knew all the right places to touch her. She cried out, surprised when he found her pleasure button and, with powerful suction, drew it out so his tongue could work it over.

Chester loved her taste and her smell as he got her aroused. He was proud that he could do such a thing. He rubbed his cock as he explored her virgin pussy with his tongue.

“Stand up, your backs to us.”

She didn’t know what he wanted to do, but Christina stood up and held onto the back of the chair just as Alice did. She saw Alice spread her legs, so Christina also did that. Then, Chester kneeled behind her, and she felt him blow his hot breath on her. It shamed her when it wasn’t on her pussy, but it was between her cheeks. She saw the king behind Alice, and his face moved in closer. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t, not there.

“Keep your cheeks relaxed and let us have our way. Then start moving your hips as if you are fucking, slowly and sexily.”

Alice felt his tongue lash out on her anus, the place that he took her last year with his cock. She never expected that, but he got great pleasure from it, and she couldn’t deny that she got a perverted pleasure when he came in her ass. She never expected to feel anything, but that wasn’t the case. The king had rubbed her pleasure button as he sodomized her, and she came with him. She didn’t even know how she’d taken something that big in such a tiny hole.

It was disgusting when his tongue lashed across Christina’s anus. No one had ever touched her back there except for Lord Joseph when he examined her every year. She suffered under the rude probing finger that penetrated her, but she never thought of it as anything sexual. Chester and the king thought differently. She obeyed without question and began to move her hips back and forth, slowly and deliberately. The tongue never left her anus. She felt strange contractions back there as though the touch of his tongue ignited them. She couldn’t stop them. Chester tongued her back there for a long time. She tried to put it out of her head, but she found a perverted pleasure begin in her body from his tongue in such a degrading place. Finally, both men stopped and went back to their chairs.

“Over here now; sit next to us.”

Alice eagerly sat next to the king, and she leaned over his lap. He held his cock up with his hand, but she reached over for it without him asking. She knew what they’d have to do next. He released his cock when her fingers curled around the shaft. She began to stroke it. Alice looked at Christina. “Take his cock in your hand. Make your fingers tight around it. Stroke it up and down. When you slide over the thick head, make sure your fingers are real tight. If you’re good, you’ll see drops of cum leak out the head. Rub your fingers over it so it will make your hand slide easier.” Alice instructed Christina exactly what she did to the king. Two drops of cum leaked out the head.

His cock was so hard and hot. Christina didn’t expect it to be that hot. The minute her fingers curled around it and Chester released his grip, she had trouble containing it. It was so strong, bouncing around in her fingers. She had to grip it tight to hold it before she could stroke it. She looked down at his cock as she held it up in the air. It looked like it had a hat on the end of it, smoother than the rest, and she saw the thick ridge on it. The minute she moved her fingers and stroked it, she saw the hole in the tip open up and a thick, white drop came out. She rubbed the tip of her finger over it and felt the sticky, hot crème. It was thick, but she ran it over the head. Another drop leaked out as she began to stroke it. Chester’s hand reached under her chin and forced her head up. He did something she never expected. He kissed her as a lover would do, but he was so much older than any lover she’d expected. She couldn’t stop him as his tongue forced its way into her mouth and she had to respond, using her tongue to touch his. Then, his hand groped one of her breasts, harshly at first as if it was the first breast he ever touched, but then, he began to gently squeeze it. She felt her nipple swell beneath his palm. She continued to stroke his cock as he kissed and squeezed her breast.

“Feel his balls between his legs, Christina,” Alice instructed her. “But, be gentle. Squeeze them gently.”

It felt so good to have her masturbate his cock, and now, she squeezed his balls. Her fingers were soft and gentle, touching him as she explored him. She gently rolled his balls in her fingers when she found them. Chester pinched her nipple as he continued to kiss her and her stroking hand on his cock became more experienced and smooth. She coaxed out many drops of cum.

Alice worked his cock over with her hand with such experience, but maybe it was just desire to please. “Go join them, Alice. You’ll have to instruct Christina.” Michael would be relegated to watch at first.

Alice knew what he meant, but she wished she could do it for the king. She’d hoped that he’d give her a chance to show the pleasure she could give him. Alice got up and went to Chester’s chair. “Kneel between his legs, Christina.”

Chester eagerly spread his legs. He was disappointed when Christina released his cock, but he knew he was in for something much better. He saw the look on Christina’s face as she kneeled between his legs. Her hands gripped his thighs to steady her, but she knew what she’d have to do now. There was terror in her eyes.

“Grip his cock again, Christina. Get closer now.” Alice began to instruct her.

Tears fell from Christina’s eyes when her face was only inches from his cock as she held it up. It looked so much bigger now that she knew what she’d have to do. The head was slippery with the leaking drops of his pleasure that her hand had induced out. She regretted it now. She knew his cock would go in her mouth.

“Start licking it. First, lick the head and then the shaft.” Alice wouldn’t mention his balls, not yet.

Christina leaned over closer until her mouth was only an inch from his cock. The minute she got that close, she had to grip the shaft tighter as it jerked wildly. She cringed when her tongue slipped out of her mouth. Her hot breath on his cock made it jerk in her hand as she tightened more when her tongue approached the head. She grimaced the minute her tongue touched the slick head. The taste was foul and salty. It stuck to her tongue like oil. Her tongue began to run over the smooth head, but it got worse when it touched the hole in the end. It was as if she opened up a floodgate of his thick crème. It covered her tongue and it refused to mix with her spit, like oil in water. Just a few drops fouled her mouth.

“Keep licking; you’ll learn to like the taste. You’ll have no choice,” Alice cautioned her.

Christina didn’t think it could taste worse than it did now. When the head was slick with her spit, her tongue explored the thick ridge. The moment it hit the soft flesh beneath it, his cock jerked and spurted more of his crème. Luckily, her mouth didn’t touch it. She nibbled on the thick ridge, more in hopes that it would hurt, but all it did was force out more of his leaking crème. Did he cum? Her hand slid lower down the shaft until she felt the wiry pubic hairs rub it, but she had to allow her tongue to lick it. The flesh on the shaft was so much different. It wasn’t smooth or drawn tight. The skin was loose and had bumps and ridges on it along with some thick veins that pounded with his blood. She had no choice but to continue the degrading task.

“Lick all the way down to his balls. Then, you can wash them down with your tongue.” Alice saw the look of disgust on Christina’s face when she mentioned his balls. “Do it; please him in any way he desires!”

Christina’s fingers had to grip the slippery head of his cock so her tongue could lick up and down the shaft. She choked when her lips hit the thick hairs, trying to push them out of the way with her other hand, but his balls were completely covered in the thick thatch of hair. She had no choice but to lick his balls. She gagged each time she got hairs in her mouth. She had to hold his balls as her tongue licked over the hairy, wrinkled flesh of his sack. Finally, she was finished. She was glad that was over.

“Slip the head in your mouth, Christina.” Christina turned and looked at Alice with a look of disgust on her face. “Suck his cock.” Alice repeated her order.

It was degrading what she had to do. She took the head of his cock into her mouth, and Alice kept instructing her on how to suck his cock. She had to keep her lips tight around the head to control it when her tongue began to swish across the head. More of his juices flowed freely from the hole to foul her mouth, but this time, his cock stayed in her mouth. Then, Alice told her to take it deeper into her mouth. The shaft began to slide over her lips and the head slid over her wet tongue. Her tongue had to tirelessly bathe his cock and lick up his leaking juices. Christina felt Alice’s hand on the back of her head as she pushed her down onto his cock. The head slid to the back of her mouth and jammed against her throat. She tried to back away, but Alice held her head. Chester grew more excited, thrusting with his hips to make his cock slide in and out. His leaking juices were more profuse now.

Chester couldn’t stay still any longer. Alice pushed Christina’s head down deeper, and he began to fuck her mouth. His cock slid along her silky, wet lips while it was her tongue that incited his leaking cum.

Christina couldn’t stop Chester as he grew too excited. He thrust up with his hips at the same time Alice pushed down on her head, forcing her to take more of his cock in her mouth. It slammed against her throat and made her gag, but he already withdrew and was back with a harder and deeper thrust. He was like a mad man, fucking her mouth as if it was her pussy. She drooled the leaking juices and spit as she struggled to keep from swallowing the foul crème.

It was time for her to lose her innocence. Chester stood up and pushed her onto the chair, one leg high up in the air as she was sprawled over it. Her legs were spread wide and her pussy exposed. His cock stood up like a giant weapon, shiny and slick with her spit. He pushed his cock down until it rubbed along her pussy lips. Alice helped him, pulling apart Christina’s lips as his cock gathered up her juices.

Christina never had a woman touch her, and it was disconcerting. Her fingers touched her intimately without hesitation, but then, she felt Chester’s cock rub along her slit and knew it was imminent. The hard chair hurt her back in the obscene position he placed her, but she knew that would be the least of inconveniences she’d suffer.

Alice took over and grabbed Chester’s cock. She placed it against Christina’s hole, and then, she didn’t have to do anything, Chester was ready.

Chester was too eager, and as soon as he felt her hot, tight hole snuggle over the head of his cock, he pushed hard. He felt the slightest resistance, but it didn’t slow him down. He felt the resistance fade as his cock sought a deeper penetration when he felt her tight hole slowly encase his cock in a hot blanket of pleasure.

“OOOWW!” He ripped into her without any regard. Christina’s hymen gave way instantly as he tore through her innocence. She felt her virgin blood flow, but Chester cared little as his cock continued to bore into her once-virgin hole. She never felt such pain as he stretched her insides around his hard, demanding cock.

Chester couldn’t stop if he wanted to. It felt too good, and he looked at her beautiful body spread for his pleasure as his cock pushed in and out of her pussy, tinted pink with her virgin blood.

Alice knew that the pain wouldn’t last long for Christina, so she helped her. Her fingers went to work on drawing her pleasure button out and then began to rub it back and forth over the blood-swollen bud. She also cupped Chester’s balls and gently squeezed them as his thrusts became more urgent. He refused to slow down, and it wasn’t long before he bottomed out inside Christina’s pussy and that shook her body. He yanked his cock out then shoved back in, slamming to the depths of her pussy.

It wasn’t anything Christina expected. There was no tender lovemaking; his cock ripped in and out of her battered pussy with all the tenderness of a runaway train. The only thing that started making it better was Alice’s touch on her pleasure button. She never expected that. Her finger was tender, and it began to arouse her. It wasn’t long before she welcomed Chester’s cock inside her pussy. His cock touched her in places that had never felt pleasure. The thick ridge of his cock began to bring her excitement as it tugged at her insides when he stroked her. He shoved his cock in deep, but she began to cling to his cock as it pulled out.

Alice saw the look on Chester’s face and knew that Christina joined in to give him pleasure. “Faster, Chester. Fuck her hard and fast, make her cum.”

Christina didn’t think it was possible. Only minutes before, her hymen was ripped by his cock, and now, she clenched on his rampaging cock with such pleasure. Her pleasure button was stroked so expertly, but it was her pussy that she found the pleasure she didn’t think was possible. She could feel every bump and ridge on his cock stroke her insides with such skill. Alice and Chester watched her as she looked down to see his cock slide in and out of her pussy as if was surreal. She couldn’t contain it any longer, especially when she felt his cock swell inside her and he blasted her with hot cum. She came at the instant she felt it jet powerfully inside her, and her body exploded like she never did with her own hand, and it felt like it would never end. Each time he shot inside her, she clenched onto his cock and that sent her orgasm to the next plateau.

Christina thought she was done, but that was the furthest thing from the truth. The men were just beginning. She sat up in the chair as Chester and the king moved next to her. Alice knelt between her legs. “Noo, nooo,” she protested when Alice began to lick her cum-drenched pussy. How could she do such a thing? Then, she realized how. The king stuck a finger in the corner of her mouth and forced her to open it and that gave Chester time to slip his cum-soaked cock into her mouth. She tasted the thick crème that covered it, her own juices along with his cum. It was so thick and foul, but she couldn’t understand how he had grown hard once again. She began to lick him clean, forced by her growing desires as Alice licked her so intimately. Alice knew her body better than she did.

Chester and the king began to use her mouth. She was never rid of a cock. They were unyielding. Her head was rocked back and forth by their hands as they guided her movements and the depth of their cocks in her mouth. She didn’t move her hands. It wouldn’t do any good against the two powerful men. The first time it was difficult was when the king breached her throat. He shook her head from side to side as the thick head of his cock was shoved unceremoniously into her throat. She couldn’t believe it would be possible, the girth of the king’s cock was so thick, but he moved her head with such skills until the head of his cock was compressed and slowly forced into her resisting throat. She coughed and gagged, but he cared little. Snot ran from her nose as she struggled to breathe.

Michael pulled his cock out of her mouth, but Chester was in before she could grab a breath. He saw what Michael had done, so he didn’t stop when he slammed into her throat. He forced her to take it.

Her throat was rubbed raw and her lungs burned from lack of air, but the two of them weren’t happy until they came. By that time, Alice’s tongue had worked some of its magic on Christina. But it did little to get her over the shock of when Michael pulled his cock from her throat and she sucked in precious air, then she choked and gagged as her mouth was flooded with thick, hot crème. It went down the wrong way, but he’d just got started. Her cheeks swelled with another jet of cum, and he stroked his cock until more cum filled her mouth. She was forced to swallow it or choke to death. She felt the shameful warmth fill her belly. At the same time, she had to contend with Alice’s finger that plunged into her anus and pushed hard against her rectal muscles. It wormed around as if it had a purpose. Christina finally swallowed all the cum in her mouth, but the king didn’t pull his cock out until her tight lips had dragged all the cum from it.

Alice pushed Christina until she was on her knees and elbows. Her ass was pushed up high as Chester moved behind her. Alice had got her ready as best she could, but Alice knew that it would shock her.

Chester didn’t finish off in her mouth, and she was grateful. She never knew that men came so profusely until she had to swallow every drop of it. But, he was back for more. Chester was behind her and she waited for him to put his cock in her pussy. At least she enjoyed that last time. Alice reached over and grabbed his cock. She rubbed it on Christina’s pussy but then moved it up higher. It went in her crack, but the spread of her legs left her open all the way back. And that’s where the head of his cock went. Alice didn’t stop until it was placed on her anus. The big head overpowered the tiny hole. Then, it dawned on Christina. “NNNNNO, NNNOOOTT THHHERRE!” She realized why Alice had probed her back there. But, it was too late. Just like when he took her pussy for the first time, Chester pushed in without thought or regard for her. Christina felt her anal ring stretch, and then, it felt like it snapped. The head of his cock sank into her rectum like a giant rock. Her muscles went into spasms and tried to fight the invader off, but it was no use. His cock was too hard and demanding. The minute he was inside, he began to fuck her ass hole.

She screamed and yelled while Chester fucked her in the ass, but he cared little. He never took a woman in such a place, and he didn’t know why now. It was such a tight, hot hole, and it felt like her muscles massaged his cock in hopes that she’d make him cum. He couldn’t believe how deep he could go; her ass hole was an almost endless hole. He shoved his cock into the darkest depths of her bowels and enjoyed her spasms of pain when he shoved in too far.

Alice tried to help her, kissing her but nothing could take away the pain of her first sodomy. She’d soon love the pleasure she’d give any man that took her in her ass, but for now, it was all Chester’s pleasure.

It burned inside her when Chester came. He’d rubbed her raw from fucking her so fast and furious, and the salty cum burned the abraded flesh. Yet, she couldn’t stop her own muscles from rippling along his cock in torment, but it was all pleasure to Chester. The smell of cum and sex filled the room until Chester finally unloaded all of his cum in a hole that was never destined to receive his seed. His cock was slowly squeezed out by her muscles until it popped free. The flood of his cum soon followed.

Alice finally got her chance once the men took all of Christina’s virgin holes, but she was not immune. When the king fucked Alice in the ass and Chester made her suck him, Christina was forced to lick her pussy. Christina had a look of disgust on her face as the king’s cock slid in and out of Alice’s ass hole only inches from her face. She was so up close and personal, able to see and smell it all.

Chester continued to degrade Christina with each act. When the king or he was ready to cum in Alice, they would pull out and make Christina stroke their cocks with the head snugged tightly in Christina’s lips so she wouldn’t miss a single drop when they spewed their cum. Or as she stroked their cocks, she’d have to aim their cocks at her face. When she finished, her face was covered in white, milky cum until she licked off every drop. Christina did enjoy it when Alice had to lick her pussy as the king and Chester took her both at the same time. She sat on Chester’s cock and the king went behind her to take her in the ass. Christina didn’t know how she survived two cocks at once.

Alice was surprised by Chester. She didn’t think he had it in him, but he took Christina savagely and fully, using every one of her holes. As they were leaving, she stopped him. “Why don’t you visit me next week and bring two friends?” She was sure that she’d be turned down, but she had to try. She didn’t want to go years without a man taking her.

Chester looked at her and saw the way she performed, doing everything she was asked to do and more. He had two friends in mind; they wouldn’t believe Chester if he told them what he did to Christina. He’d show them. “I’ll come get you Thursday at 7 P.M. I’d like to try some rope this time. I hope you don’t mind.” It wasn’t a question.

“I’m here to serve you.” How could I grow wet after cumming so many times?





CHAPTER 12





A Depraved Mind


Carlos saw the patrol, about fifteen men, but he also saw all the soldiers that lined the walls that surrounded the village. The army inside was big, too big for his twenty-five men. If they attacked the patrol and even one of them escaped to alert the others, they’d be attacked by a greater force before they could get away. He needed more men. He left five of his best men to watch and the rest went back with Carlos. “We’ll be back in two weeks. Watch them and learn their routine. When I return, we’ll be ready for them.”

Jackson was disappointed, but he got to stay behind. He wanted to find the women that escaped. He still wanted his pleasure from the daughter. He couldn’t get her out of his mind. He wondered if she’d be just as good with her mouth as her mother.

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Alexis worked tirelessly for three days, not sure why. The minute her fingers touched the smooth leather, she grew wet as though she was trained. She could still feel it mold around her body. She would bring her newest creations to Lord Harris tomorrow. She had found help with Dexter, who had a shop next to hers. He was also away from the village shops for he made specific furniture for Lord Harris. All was designed to hold a female in embarrassing and vulnerable positions in forced restraint. Alexis found she added an additional dimension to his furniture. She hated the word, but it was the only one that adequately described it. Torment.

Lord Harris waited for Alexis to arrive. Workman brought in something draped with a thick cloth, but he was told that they were to put it in the other room and not let him see it. It was a formidable object since two of them were required to carry it. Normally, a lord was privy to everything, but he liked Alexis’ initiative. This was obviously not made of leather. She must have had help from Dexter and that made his cock hard at the thought of what it might be.

Harris also got a strange request from Lord William. One of his men, Carson, requested that he’d be allowed to join him when Alexis came to see him. William explained that he’d met her daughter Jennifer, and she gave Carson a sample of what Jennifer could do with her mouth. Harris saw no reason to deny his request. He’d expect that Alexis might enjoy two cocks better than one.

Harris watched as Alexis walked through the door. She walked slowly and deliberately. Harris suspected that she wore something beneath the simple dress. “Welcome, Alexis. This is Carson. He’s one of Lord William’s most trusted soldiers. He’s going to join us.”

Alexis looked at Carson. He was young and virile, with a large, muscular body, and she was sure that he was more than adequately endowed. He looked between Jennifer’s and her age, but she had no choice in the matter. She didn’t respond. She followed them into the next room, and she saw her creation sit there in the center of the floor, but the cover still hid its sinister purpose. Lord Harris and Carson sat in the chairs as she stood in front of them.

“Show us what is beneath that dress, Alexis.”

She unbuttoned the dress slowly and revealed little but brief glimpses of naked skin and leather straps. It wasn’t until all the buttons were undone that she began to slide it off her arms. It slid to her feet, and she kicked it out of the way. She stood up straight, her back rigid as the men stared at her.

Harris was pleased with her work. Her full breasts were encased in leather, unlike his creation, hers was more complete. The upper and lower straps were drawn tight across her body, but there were more straps that connected the two straps. They did a great job of compressing her breasts as they curled around the flesh and pinned it between the leather straps. But there was more. Around each nipple was a metal ring that was secured with four straps that fanned over her breasts. It forced her nipples in the ring, and her nipples were compressed tightly when the metal rings were over her areolas. It made her nipples stand out prominently as the blood pushed harshly into the tips to make them swell to large, red tips that begged to be touched or more.

Once their eyes moved below her waist, she spread her legs wide to show off the straps that went between her legs. There were three of them, with the third strap that split the other two. The leather straps tapered down when it got to her pussy and didn’t expand back up until it finished passing through her crack. It was here that Alexis worked so diligently on the straps. The outside of the strap was smooth and slick, but not the inside. Alexis had used a file to rough up the leather. The two outer straps passed through her pussy lips. It pulled both of her lips back wide, and the rough leather rubbed harshly on the soft, inner flesh of her pussy, but also kept them secured. Alexis found that the slightest movement, walking for instance, made the leather straps rub up and down her flesh. It didn’t take long until the rough strap tormented her silky insides. Each step became more irritating and painful. They pulled her lips so far apart that the men could see the pink, soft flesh of her inner lips exposed so lewdly.

Harris watched her bend over and then straightens up and knew that the straps were doing a good job on her. It was the third strap the intrigued him. It split the other two straps, and he wondered what its purpose was. He was sure that something went on beneath it. “Turn around and let us see your ass.”

She turned around to reveal what she’d done in the back. The same two straps split her cheeks, roughened to keep them from slipping and provide for the greatest spread of her cheeks to reveal everything. The third strap split her cheeks, but there was enough flesh revealed to show the fringes of her brown anus. Yet, the strap was thicker over her anus. It held a secret beneath it.

“Bend over and touch your toes, Alexis.” Harris watched as she did. The straps grew tighter, and he heard her groan as it pushed deep in her crack. He knew there were more than the straps. “Come over here so I may inspect your handiwork.”

She stood in front of Lord Harris with her legs spread shoulder wide to give him access to all that he wanted. The straps were tight between her legs, but she also felt something else. She felt his fingers trace along the straps, but he stopped when he got to the top of her pussy.

His fingers explored the top of the strap, and he found that the leather was thicker in the center strap. He pushed with his finger and he got a groan out of her. “What’s beneath my finger, Alexis?”

“It’s a roughened metal ball. It’s pushed against my pleasure button, and the slightest movement makes it move. It can be exciting or tormenting; depending on how much it moves.”

His fingers pulled back the strap so he could see it. Her clit was hard and a deep red. The copper ball sewn into the strap was wet. He pushed it back over her clit and then pushed hard on it and made it move back and forth.

It felt like he was trying to push the metal ball into her pelvic bone with her pleasure button trapped beneath it. She was glad that he moved on. It didn’t take him long until he got to the thick ridge that covered her pussy. His fingers explored the leather that covered it and the slightest touch sent tremors deep inside her pussy.

He looked at her. “Do you have a dildo inside you, Alexis?”

“Yes, Lord Harris. The strap keeps it trapped inside me.”

“Let me be surprised when I take it out.” But, he didn’t desert it yet. His fingers grabbed the strap and jerked it violently from side to side, knowing it would reverberate all the way into her pussy. He hoped it was thick and long.

She groaned again. She had done too good of a job on the dildo. It touched her in so many places, and when the strap pulled, it also sent the ball fluttering over her pleasure button. When his fingers moved away, she turned around and spread her legs.

“Let me guess.” Harris was sure he knew what she had in store back there. This would be an added treat. His fingers slid along her sweat-drenched crack but stopped when it was poised over her anus. He felt the lump beneath it. She exceeded his expectations. There was an anal probe inside her ass hole, and from the size of the lump, it was formidable. He couldn’t wait to take them out. “You’re going to have to help me, Carson.”

Carson eagerly was next to Lord Harris. “What do you want me to do?”

“When I slip the strap off the front, keep it tight in the back. I think there is a lovely dildo in her ass, and I don’t want it to escape until I can pull it out.”

“Yes, yes, I can do that.” If she had a dildo in her ass, he’d like to put his cock in there to replace it.

Alexis turned around and stood there as Lord Harris loosened the center strap. She felt some relief when it pulled away from her pleasure button, but she hoped someone would replace the touch with their fingers. She kept her legs spread but tightened her pussy muscles as she felt the dildo begin to move. Lord Harris pulled the strap away at the same time she felt another hand on her anus and pushed hard. It felt like he tried to drive the dildo in deeper. It churned her guts when he did it. Lord Harris held the dildo in place as he pulled the strap back.

The strap was soaked in her juices. That was good; pussy juice would keep the leather supple. The dildo was black. The end of it was thick, but that could be just so it would be easier to pull it out.

She froze as she waited. Lord Harris’s fingers held the end of it, and the slightest movement of his fingers made it tremor deep inside her. He began to pull it out, and Alexis relaxed her muscles as it began to retreat from her pussy. It felt like it was inside her for days, almost comfortable to have that perpetual fullness. And it did fill her.

Harris watched as it slowly came out, the black dildo in sharp contrast to her white skin and pink pussy. The first ring passed through her pussy, a formidable ring, but her pussy shrunk down and gripped the shaft as he continued to pull it out. The next ring passed through her tight hole and then another. The black dildo was slick with her juices. He pushed two thick rings back inside, before he started to pull it out again. There were six rings before it almost popped out, but he shoved it back in hard and got a gasp from her lips as he impaled her on five inches of ribbed dildo. He fucked her pussy with the dildo for a couple of minutes before he pulled it completely out. He stood up and placed the black, wet dildo on her lips. Then, he fucked her mouth with it, her lips wrapped tight around it as the ridges slid in and out. He pushed the dildo to the back of her mouth until he heard her gag.

She finally had the dildo out of her pussy, but now, it was in her mouth as she licked up her arousal. This was the first time she ever had anything like that inside her pussy, but she knew she’d rather have a cock. She turned around after the dildo was pulled from her lips.

“Would you like the honors, Carson?” Harris moved behind her so he’d have a good view.

“Yes.” His voice was dry when he said it, too excited at the prospect of what he’d do.

“Do it slowly and make sure she feels it.”

Alexis feared this one the most. It took a lot for her to put it in. Her insides were reluctant to accept it. She was virgin back there, but she knew it wouldn’t last past today. She felt the strap pulled away, but a finger tapped on the dildo. It felt like he hit it with a hammer. It moved all the way to the depths of her guts. She was sorry that she used such a long dildo.

It felt like her ass hole refused to give up the dildo. He had to grip the end of it with three fingers as he began to pry it out of her. He was inches from her ass hole as he saw her anal ring begin to open up when he began to pull it out, the dildo hidden inside except for the thin shaft. He knew there was something much bigger inside her, and she’d have to stretch wide for him to pull it out.

Alexis felt her anus began to burn as the dildo began to retreat. Her insides clenched around it as it pulled out, feeling as if her guts were yanked out at the same time. There were four rings on the anal dildo, but going in, she took the smallest ones first before she got to the largest. By that time, her anus was trained. Coming out, it would be in reverse. Her anal ring would have to stretch the widest instantly. She feared that Carson might be too inexperienced and he’d tear her.

Both men watched as her anus began to pucker and then slowly expanded as the first sight of the black dildo began to appear. Wider and wider her brown hole opened until there was only white, stretched flesh.

“OOOWWWWW!” The first ring suddenly pulled out, her anal ring stretched to the breaking point and then suddenly, it snapped shut like a rubber band and gripped the shaft once again. She felt the rings inside her stretch her in new places. The shaft was curved and pushed hard against the elastic walls and stretched them unnaturally. “NNO, nooo,” she cried out as Carson imitated Lord Harris. He pushed the dildo back inside her ass, and she had to relive the painful stretching once again. Then, he pulled it out again, her anal ring sent into uncontrollable flutters from the abuse. Now, the second ring began to open her up again. It wasn’t as big as the last, but it felt like her anal ring was already badly abused. It finally pulled out but then fucked back in as she cried out, and she had to take the torment of the two rings opening her up again.

Carson played with her ass as he made her ride the torment of the rings over and over. He watched her anal ring slide over the shaft and then stretch wide as the rings tortured her battered hole. It took him a long time on purpose before the dildo finally pulled out and her anus slowly closed. He dropped the soiled dildo, but he impaled her ass hole with his finger. He twisted and turned it inside her ass hole. He could feel the way her muscles gripped on his finger. He wanted to put his cock in her ass.

She was finally empty after Carson pulled out his probing finger. She could tell by the way he fingered her ass that is where his cock wanted to be. She was afraid that her next invention would make it easy for him.

“Show us what lies beneath the cloth, Alexis. I’m sure you won’t disappoint us. Your improvements to the straps were more than I expected. Many women will soon find the pleasure of being stuffed with inanimate didoes.” Harris was pleased with her skills and ingenuity.

Alexis didn’t think most women would like her next invention, but for the special few that could appreciate it, they would thank her. Alexis hadn’t tested it, needing the help of a man to do it. She took the cloth off it and let the men take in its beauty and function.

It looked like a saw horse, but it was much bigger and sturdier. The legs were more slanted to provide stability for the weight that it would have to hold, but instead of a single board in the center, this one had two planks that rose up at an angle until they reached an apex at the top. At the apex, the planks weren’t flat but cut into a point. The sides of the planks were smooth, but the apex was rough as if on purpose. There were bumps, grooves and rough, harsh wood along the apex. Halfway down each side plank, there was a leather ring bolted into the wood with a strap and a buckle. Each was placed toward the back of the device.

At the front of the device was unmistakably a pillory attached to it. The cross-board rose up from the front and then another large plank at a right angle pushed out on both sides from the center. It was wide enough to have three holes in it, one larger in the center and two smaller ones on the sides. The right-angle plank had an upper and lower piece on a hinge. The holes were lined with leather so that once a head and wrists were thrust inside they would be secured when the two planks were closed.

Alexis let them take in the sight of it before she handed Lord Harris the whip she had made. It was short, with six strands of fine leather, but they were soft. She wasn’t sure how soft, but she knew that it would still provide the necessary sting that would make any body that received the whip to move about. “You might need this.”

Harris put the whip down but only until he could secure her. “Let me help you out of that leather.” They worked quickly to get the leather garment off her. They pushed her over to her device. Carson grabbed one of her legs and pulled it up high until it spread over the top of the device. Harris was ready, lifting her body up until he had her poised over the sharp ridge. He let her balance precariously over it so she could contemplate how it would feel.

Alexis had looked at the ridge so many times. She wasn’t sure she wanted to show Lord Harris this item. Was it too much for me to endure? Held above it now, she had no choice in the matter any longer. They had control over her body, and they wouldn’t be content until she felt the full effects of the contraption. She looked down between her legs to see the sharp ridge almost glisten. She felt the men slowly lower her down. “OOOOWWWW!” She cried out when the sharp ridge touched her pussy. The men moved her back and forth until the ridge pushed between her pussy lips. Just the slightest movement was enough for her to feel the harshness of the uneven ridge. Her legs were spread by the angle of the boards, and her body began to betray her as her own weight forced her onto the hard ridge. She groaned loudly, but the men eagerly grabbed her ankles, and it only took seconds before they expertly bound them in the leather straps. It pushed her legs back. The slightest movement rubbed the board on her soft, inner lips with such severity. It was as if she found every bump, ridge and cut in the wood.

Harris never saw anything like this, and it got better. They began to secure her head and arms in the pillory situated at the front of the device. This forced her body to move forward, and her pussy found more of its soft flesh exposed to the ridge. It cut between her lips from her perineum all the way to her clit. They put her head and wrists in the two halves of the pillory and secured them. Her body was bent over deeply, the pillory much lower than her backside. Her ass was thrust up high into the air, her legs spread obscenely to reveal all. With her legs and arms bound tight, she was pinned on the ridge with one purpose in mind. She’d ride it for the men.

It felt like her pleasure button was smashed and bruised as her body bent over deeply. With the spread of her legs, her cheeks parted rudely, and she felt her anus open up. It was as if she sought out the anal dildo once again or something much bigger and determined. She tried to stay still, as the slightest movement would drive the ridge back and forth against the soft inner lips of her pussy.

“Why don’t you try out the whip on Alexis, Carson? I’m going to make her suck me. If you’re good, you’ll make her scream on my cock and give me such pleasure.” He walked around in front of her. He took his cock out, and she didn’t have to be told what to do. She opened her mouth obediently. Was it obedience or pleasure? He pushed his cock into her waiting lips. Her mouth instantly gripped his cock, and her tongue went to work on it. “Go slowly at first, Carson. I don’t want her biting my cock.”

She braced herself for the first blow of the whip, but it didn’t do any good. “Oooowwww,” she gurgled around the cock in her mouth. He sliced across both of her buttocks, and she felt the strands of the whip graze her exposed anus. It stung much more than she expected, but it was the unintended consequences that brought out a harsher pain. Her body jerked and her pussy moved relentlessly back and forth along the unforgiving wooden ridge. As she cried out in pain, Lord Harris thrust his cock deeper into her mouth until she gagged. The whip returned, this time lower down to catch her soft thighs and strike so close to her pussy. Another garbled cry escaped her stuffed mouth as Lord Harris’s cock filled her mouth to overflowing.

Carson got into the spirit of things as he whipped her. He’d stripped off his clothes so he could stroke his cock with one hand and whip Alexis with the other. If only he could have Jennifer suck his cock as he whipped her mother. That would be the ultimate perversion. He lashed all across her buttocks as he made her dance lasciviously on the harsh wooden plank as if she masturbated on it. He looked down between her legs and didn’t fail to see the new wood was stained with a wetness that could only be her juices. But, his eyes were always drawn back to the brown, winking anus that couldn’t stop opening and closing with each strike of the whip. It beckoned his cock, but first, he’d make her feel of the whip on it.

Lord Harris rode her mouth hard, and her screams only brought him more pleasure. She was ashamed as she rode the ridge. She could feel her juices flow freely. How could I get pleasure in such a painful act? She knew the truth. It wasn’t pain she felt; it was pleasure. It was as if the inanimate ridge knew exactly where to touch her, Alexis unable to escape the inevitable. Carson worked over her ass with such skill, but she knew he wasn’t finished. She felt the strands of the whip come so close to her anus, but it never touched her there. It sent her anus into uncontrollable contractions, and she knew it was a shameful exhibition that he saw.

Harris shoved deep into her mouth but not her throat. He wanted to feel all of the pleasure as she cried out. It was all he expected and more. Carson found his target with such precision. Harris heard the slap of the whip on her anus and the scream it brought from deep in her throat. The deep cry resonated on his cock, and he began to fuck her mouth, eager to cum while Carson beat her anus into submission.

The whip felt like it entered her bowels, slapping hard against the tiny hole, still sore from the anal dildo. She screamed, but it could barely be heard except for in her head. The next blow came harder, and Lord Harris began to fuck her mouth in rhythm with the whip’s blows on her anus. Her body was shaken back and forth along the ridge as her anus began to swell under the whip. She couldn’t understand how her pussy and anus were connected, but the ridge and the whip conspired to make her growing arousal inevitable. Faster and faster, the two men took her; Lord Harris grew bigger in her mouth and leaked his growing arousal. Her pleasure button felt like it was huge, swollen and tender, but the ridge cared little except the unmerciful rubbing by its rough edge.

Carson wasn’t sure which one came first or both together. He never let up whipping her anus, and when Lord Harris cried out his pleasure in Alexis’ mouth, her frenzied humping of the ridge sent her over the edge. He never saw such a display, her anus opened up wide and then snapped shut as if it tried to capture a lover inside. Her muffled cries as she came were mixed with her mouth trying to contend with the profuse cum from Lord Harris. Her pussy flooded the wooden ridge.

Both men finally stopped as Alexis’ body slumped in sheer sexual exhaustion. Her pussy and anus felt swollen and tender. She gulped and swallowed, but it took a while to drink down all the thick cum that filled her cheeks. The whip finally withdrew from her ass. Lord Harris was satisfied but not Carson. She feared or was excited on where he might get his pleasure from. He paid special attention to her anus, but as much as she expected him to take her there, that was before her anus was abused by the whip.

“You want her mouth now, Carson? To see how it compares to her daughter.”

Alexis was shocked by what she heard. “You know Jennifer.”

Carson stroked his cock in front of her face, just as he did with her daughter. “Yes, I had a chance to be in her mouth for two minutes. She sure knows how to suck, but from the way you did Lord Harris, I’m not sure which one is a better cock sucker.”

As much as Alexis knew that it would happen to Jennifer, it didn’t make it any easier to hear what she was forced to do. “Where did you see her?”

“She was with Lord William. He took her innocence, but he said that Bishop Roman had her mouth first. I saw Lord William take her. I loved the red-haired bush. She didn’t get that from you.” He looked at her mouth, but he was still enthralled with her ass. “I’d like her ass,” he answered Lord Harris, wanting Alexis’ virgin hole.

“I think I can help you out without taking her off the ridge. She’ll be a better ass fuck if she rides the ridge. It’ll force her to tighten up her ass muscles. It’ll be like fucking her daughter’s virgin pussy for the first time.” Harris gathered up two chairs and put one on each side of her body. “Stand on them so you can straddle her ass. It’s pushed high up into the air; you should be able to get into her with ease.”

“Lick it and get it nice and wet. I don’t want to bust up your ass hole.” If nothing, Carson was considerate. He pushed his cock into her mouth, and she went to work on getting it slick.

She knew that any lubricant would help. Carson was big and hard. He’d tear her up if he wasn’t careful, and she couldn’t do anything to stop him. She knew once he was in her ass, he wouldn’t pull out until he came. Her mouth was filled with spit by the time she was done getting his cock wet. He pulled it out and climbed on the chairs. She couldn’t see him, but she could imagine his every move. She could feel his body hover over her ass. Then, she felt his cock slide along her crack. Each time it ran over her swollen anus, it sent it fluttering with spasms. She didn’t know if that was caused by expectations or fears that it was the whip again. Then, she felt it. The huge head of his cock settled down on her anus. She could feel the muscles jerk when it touched her, but his hand must’ve held it against her tiny hole. Even though she had an anal dildo inside her, it wouldn’t be anything like his cock.

Carson towered over her body, and his cock was poised on her anus. He began to press with his hips, but his hand went around his shaft, too long, it would bend as it tried to gain entrance. “Take it, Alexis. Take my cock up your ass.” He watched as the slick head of his cock began to open her up. He took his time as he savored the pleasure when her anal ring slowly opened up under the hardness of his cock. It felt like a tight rubber band gripped his cock as he stretched her.

She remembered the way it felt when she pushed the dildo in her ass, slowly opening up and stretching her anal ring until she consumed it inside. His head was the same thing but thicker. It shocked her when it popped inside her rectum with such ferocity as her muscles sucked his cock in and her anal ring slipped behind the head and trapped his cock inside her.

“Take it,” Carson cried out as her rectal muscles gripped the head of his cock so hard that it felt like she crushed it in a hot, tight vise. He began to use his weight to push down and force his cock through her tight hole. He was determined to bury every inch of his formidable cock in her guts before he’d begin to fuck her properly in the ass.

It felt so much bigger than the dildo. This was pure flesh, hard and pulsating. It jerked with such excitement and stretched her guts as it began to bore into the depths of her guts. He pushed in, and she felt her anal ring stretch tautly around the shaft. He pushed another inch of cock in her, but then, she felt the shameful withdrawal as her insides were sucked out behind it. He only pulled out far enough to get more leverage, and then, he was back, driving another two inches of pure hard cock into her guts. Her insides stretched around him and that made his cock move and jump from the pure pleasure of her muscles that tried to force him out.

He made her rock back and forth on the ridge as he drove inch after inch of his cock into her ass hole. He didn’t stop until he had all seven inches snuggled up tight in her hot, tight ass hole. It was all pleasure that he felt, but he was just getting started. He ripped his cock back out then thrust back in, sending her pussy to slide over the rough ridge. He had to use some power to drive into her ass hole as her insides tried to keep him out.

She was thoroughly being ass fucked at the same time her pussy was subjected to the harsh ridge. Yet, that wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to cum and be taken with such authority. “Fuck my mouth, Lord Harris,” she begged.

“I’m barely hard again,” though Carson fucking her ass did inspire Harris. He began to grow harder.

“Put it in my mouth; I’ll get you hard. Jam it into my throat if that is what you need.” She said it too adamantly, fearing that she was too aggressive, but her mouth was suddenly impaled by a growing cock, and it wasn’t long before she gagged and took his cock down her throat. She never felt so full, yet all she could think about was another cock in her pussy for her body to be worshipped in all her holes.

Carson was the first to cum in her, and it was so much different than what she expected. She could feel his cock swell and then shudder as he jetted a powerful load of cum deep into the depths of her bowels. She could smell his cum and that is all her body could take. Her pleasure button was rubbed raw by the ridge, but that is what she needed to cum once again. She exploded with the second load of cum jetting into her dark ass hole. His cock slid easier, slicing up and down her ass hole, jetting and flooding her as she came with him. Her ass muscles went into spasms and clenched on his spewing cock.

Even as Carson pulled out of her ass hole, Lord Harris was behind her. She had done too good of a job getting him hard and wet with her mouth. He impaled her slick back passage and drove six inches of hard cock into her with one brutal thrust that took her breath away. She was thankful that Carson didn’t make her lick his soiled cock clean. She endured another ass fucking, but she wasn’t sure that her pussy would survive. It was rubbed raw by time Lord Harris was finished with her. He pulled out of her and left her with two loads of cum in her guts. A place that she’d never thought would receive their seed.





CHAPTER 13





Jennifer’s Training


It was the first day of Jennifer’s training, and she didn’t know what to expect. Lord William’s test had proved to be more than just a simple physical test. He had his pleasure from her before he was finished. She wondered if that philosophy would continue in her training.

She went to the same building where Lord William tested her. When she entered, the same mattress was on the floor, but there was also equipment around the room. Jennifer was glad to see that it was gym equipment. Or at least she hoped it was. It could easily be used for more nefarious purposes. The door opened up, and she saw one of Lord William’s soldiers enter.

“I’m Carson, your trainer.”

“It’s good to meet you.”

“Snap to attention, soldier. What do you think this is a tea party?” He shouted loudly, scaring her. But he got her attention. Her body snapped to attention. “You’ll address me as sir. Training is from 8 A.M. to 6 P.M. Lunch will be provided. The day will consist of physical conditioning until lunch time. After lunch, I will instruct you in combat techniques. I will train you for a week, and then, I’ll decide on your future with Lord William’s army.”

She stood at attention. She didn’t like his tone of voice, as if he already thought this was a waste of time and only did it because Lord William requested him to do it. She’d have to convince him, one way or another. “Yes, Sir!” She shouted back at him.

“You don’t get a uniform until you earn it, so strip.” He took off his shirt but left his pants on, at least for now.

It wasn’t anything she wasn’t expecting. She took off her dress but was surprised when he stopped at his shirt, though she did love his thick chest and muscles. She stood there naked before him, standing at attention, her back arched to push out her breasts proudly. Carson was younger and more virile, and she remembered his cock in her mouth. She’d love to feel it between her legs.

Carson started her off on the exercise equipment. She might be a female, but she needed to build up her muscles and her endurance. With her naked, his cock got hard as she began to do the exercises; many of them exposed her body lewdly. He didn’t fail to watch her every movement. He worked out with her to make her keep up with him. It wasn’t long before she sweated profusely. It made her look sexier.

She worked hard, and Carson was tireless as she struggled to keep up with him. She let her mind wander as she watched his muscles flex. It made the tough training easier.

Carson found that she was more fit than she looked. She kept up with him, though she did look tired by the time lunch came about. Lunch was short, but it gave her time to recover. This afternoon’s training would be more difficult.

It was time for combat training, and Carson took off the rest of his clothes but he didn’t say a word to her about it. She remembered what happened when she lost to Lord William. When she tapped out, she’d submitted in more than one way. His cock was erect and stood up prominently. She knew that she’d feel it rub against her soon enough. Naked wrestling did that.

Carson started off showing her different moves and holds. He loved the feel of her naked body against his, especially after having had the experience with her mother. Jennifer was much younger and nubile. They spent three hours in mock battle where she could try the moves without enduring any consequences.

She got more training than she expected. She thought it would be like the test with the same results. Carson actually showed her how to defend herself against overwhelming odds of a man that was much larger and more powerful. She knew her greatest strength would be her speed and agility.

“It’s time for combat now, Jennifer. We’ll see how much you’ve learned. There’s no holding back on this. Only one of us will be the victor. If you find yourself in a losing position, you can tap out. You’ll submit or else you’ll suffer the painful consequences. In real combat, the submission will be your death. This is one of the few times you can learn and survive.”

“Yes, Sir.” She had to do her best.

Carson had seen many of the raw recruits he trained charge him instantly. That was usually their downfall, too sure of themselves. They were the ones that never made the cut to join the army. Jennifer stalked him on the mat. She circled him, moving closer then backing off as she judged his next move.

Carson was strong and big but also slower than she was. She’d have to keep him from getting a grip on her. If he did, she’d be done for before she started. “Come and get me, or are you afraid of a girl?” She taunted him.

Carson wasn’t about to do anything stupid, but he had to make the first move. He moved forward as he watched her response. She crept around like a cat, menacing him but not attacking. It was almost five minutes before they touched each other, but it was more of a glancing blow.

She sidestepped his first move, pushing him to the side as she slid close to the ground, his lumbering body unable to crouch as low. He tried to attack her again instantly, but she was already turned around and crouched before he could grab her. They began to grapple with each other, but their sweaty bodies made it difficult to grip the slippery flesh. The fighting didn’t do anything to lessen his arousal, his cock still stood up majestically as if it wanted to claim her.

Carson swung at her, but his only hits were glancing blows. She was nimble and smart. He began to back her up to one side, trying to lessen her ways out, but the room was big. He finally got a grip on one of her arms. He swung her around, but before he could fling her, she escaped his grip. That made her more wary of getting close.

She was surprised once. Carson swung his arm, and it hit her on her jaw with his fist. She saw stars for a second and was flung backward, but the adrenaline rushed into her body, and she managed to stay on her feet, though her legs felt like jelly. She knew it would be swollen by tomorrow, but she had to survive today.

They had been at it for an hour, and Jennifer was surprised that Carson was as winded as she was. After getting punched in the face, she began to get more aggressive. She hit him with her fist with all her might, but she never fully connected, though he did know he was hit.

As time went on, Carson got closer as Jennifer weakened. She’d exceeded all his expectations, especially for the first day, but it was time to end it, at least for the day. No matter what the outcome now, he’d take her back tomorrow. She had potential that he didn’t expect from her. He moved in for the kill, just as he did out in the field in battle. He looked for every weakness.

She knew she was done for when his hand caught her around the waist and threw her to the ground with him on top of her. His weight pushed the air from her lungs as his large, lumbering body lay sprawled on top of her. She kicked off and pushed him off her, but his hands reached out for her and caught her before she could escape. He yanked her back into his large arms and pulled her back toward him. She kicked and flayed her arms, hitting him, but he brushed them off as if she were a fly. She struggled furiously, but she felt his legs kick out as his arms yanked her body high up. Her face slid over his large, sweaty chest, and then, she felt his thighs encircle her head. Her arms beat at his legs, but they were ineffective against pure muscles. His thighs began to tighten around her neck as she went into the last throes of fighting him off. It was strange. The last thing she thought about as the air was drained from her lungs and she was unable to fill them again was his cock jerking and sliding over the back of her head in such excitement. She knew it was the end as her head grew cloudy and she struggled to breathe. She wouldn’t last much longer as he squeezed his thighs around her head in a death grip. With just a jerk of his legs, he could break her neck if she didn’t suffocate first. She tapped his upper leg in surrender.

Carson couldn’t stop his cock from growing bigger and harder once he had her head pinned between his thighs. His cock was against the back of her head, but her futile and last frantic movements rubbed his cock as though it was her hand masturbating it. It was as though his cock recognized his win and was ready to claim his reward.

At the last minute just before she was about to pass out, his thighs loosened his grip on her neck, but it didn’t allow her to escape. It still held her tight. She could’ve pulled out from them, but she’d already submitted to him. She’d wait for him. She spent the time filling her lungs.

He shuffled his body, twisting until Jennifer went with him onto her other side. He loosened his grip on her neck with his thighs just enough, aided by their sweat. When he was finished, his cock was in front of her face and he meant in front. Her face was pushed into his balls and his cock pressed up to her nose and over her forehead. The slightest movement by her made it jerk. He could feel her hot breath blow on his cock.

She came face to face with his cock, sure that it would be in her mouth soon enough. He had her mouth once for two minutes, but this time, it would be more. He’d get his pleasure from her mouth before he was finished with her. It was the price of her submission.

He put his hands on her head and pushed her down his thighs just a bit so he could free his cock. “Lick my balls,” he ordered her. He expected her to fight his request, but her pink tongue slipped out of her mouth and pushed into the thick thatch of his wiry pubic hairs. He saw her gag from errant hairs that ripped off in her mouth, but her hands never moved. She couldn’t move her head much, but her tongue licked all that she could touch.

His balls were sweaty, but she had no choice. She filled her mouth with saliva as her tongue tried to lather up his hairy balls. She could feel the wrinkled skin beneath it. When she finished, his hand reached down to her head and his large palm fanned over the top of her head. She felt his fingers dig into the side of her head to keep her still or to make her move the way he wanted. His other hand grabbed his cock on the shaft and he began to bend it toward her mouth. She didn’t do anything, waiting for his command. She felt the head slide over her nose and then onto her lips. His cock was wet and left a trail of his leaking cum.

“Open up, Jennifer. Take my cock in your mouth. This time, you’ll have all the time you need to give me the pleasure I deserve.” He put the head of his cock into her mouth as he pushed down on her head until his cock was swallowed up in her mouth. Her tongue move over the head as it slid over her tongue. She didn’t need to be told what to do; she’d already learned her place.

His cock stretched her lips, the position they were in made it difficult to get his erect cock into her mouth. It plunged to the top of her mouth as if he fought to plunge his cock into her brain. She began to lick it and coax out his cum. This time, she’d have to take it in her mouth. His hand moved her head from side to side to make his cock stretch her cheeks on both sides as if he wanted to explore every inch of her mouth before he would seek his ultimate pleasure. More of his cock entered her mouth as his thighs tightened once again. He wanted to make sure that she didn’t back off. Jennifer knew his cock was destined for her throat. He was big and he was in charge.

Carson never knew it could be this good. He kept Jennifer between his thighs and his cock embedded in her mouth. He rolled over, taking her from one position to another, always finding new ways for her mouth to give him his pleasure. He took her throat with ease, humping with his hips as he lay on top of her to drive his cock down her restraining throat with ease. She choked, gagged and gurgled on his cock, but she couldn’t escape while he was in charge.

At times, she could barely breathe; his cock stretched her lips to the breaking point while the head of cock shoved so deep into her throat, she felt it would come out in her stomach. He never pulled his cock from her mouth. She worked him over with every skill she had, and the men had taught her many. She had more men in her mouth than her pussy or her ass. She didn’t know why, she just complied with their orders.

How Carson lasted for twenty minutes was beyond his comprehension. It was as though she prolonged it with her skillful manipulation of his cock. Had I won or did she get what she wanted? It no longer mattered as he pulled his cock from her throat. He pulled his cock from her mouth until it sat on her lip. He released her head from his thighs. “Stroke my cock and lick the head until I cum. Don’t spill a drop of it,” he warned her.

It was strange to see his cock so up close and personal. It was only an inch from her mouth as her hand stroked it so deliberately. Her tongue ran over the head as she urged out drops of his cum from her masturbating hand, but she knew there would be much more before she was finished. She could tell by the way his body grew tense and his breathing became more rapid. She speeded up her hand stroking his cock and her other hand went between his legs to gently coax the cum from his balls. Her fingers found his balls and began to clench and unclench them.

“AAAHH, yeesss, likkke thattttt,” Carson cried out, unable to control his lust any longer. Her hands, her tongue, her mouth all conspired to suck the cum from his balls. He shoved forward with his hips as he felt the exquisite pleasure when the first jet of cum shot out. He watched as her mouth opened and her pink tongue was fully extended. She stroked his cock on her tongue as he shot out a thick blanket of white cum that coated her tongue in the thick paste. Her hand continued to stroke his cock as she milked his balls. Another jet of cum filled her mouth and she closed it and he could see that she tried to swallow it before he shot again. She opened her mouth just in time, but it still caught on her upper lip when he came. It dripped down slowly, but her tongue was out beneath it to capture it and lap it back into her mouth.

She licked, swallowed and sucked the cum that he continued to shoot into her mouth. She knew enough about men and sucking cock to know that she wasn’t finished until she swallowed every drop and then licked his cock clean. She obediently did it. Only then did they stand up again tomorrow.

“I’ll see you in the morning.” Then, he added, “Good job.”

“Thank you, Sir,” but she wasn’t sure what he complimented her on. Was it my skills as a soldier or as a cock sucker?

* * * *

The next day she showed up on time, and Carson was waiting for her. She stripped off her clothes, and they went to work immediately on physical training. Carson was more demanding today. Is it because he thought I was too weak? She kept up with him, and she found by lunchtime that her stamina had built up.

After lunch, Carson stripped naked, and the same cock that she took in her mouth and throat stood up as if it wanted her again. He spent more time working on new moves and the ones he taught her yesterday. She was sure that she surprised him when she moved faster in some of the moves than he did. Her small, agile body was better suited for the moves.

The last hour they went into combat fighting. Carson was more aggressive, but Jennifer learned the defenses better and kept him at bay for most of the hour. She got a few good punches in, but so did he. At the end, he pinned her. This time, he was on her back, just as Lord William had her. She could feel Carson’s cock snuggle up against her ass, and she suspected that she’d soon feel it in her ass. But, he surprised her and released her when she tapped out. She felt bad that she didn’t sooth his erection away. Or was it that she was sad that he didn’t take her in the ass and give her that depraved pleasure. That was it for the day.

* * * *

The same thing happened for the next three days. Jennifer feared that he got his pleasure, and now, he just did his job of teaching her for the total of five days and that would be it. He’d dismiss her. The last day, they spent time in physical training, but it grew easier because she’d built up the stamina to keep up with him. After lunch, there were a few moves he taught her, but then, it was the combat training. She feared the worst. Today would be the last day forever. She was sure that was true when Carson stripped off his clothes, but then, four more soldiers entered the room. All of them were naked. All of them had large cocks that stood out defiantly. Is this my consolation prize? Or is it their consolation prize? “Five against one?”

“It’s not often when the odds are even. It’s time you learned the reality of combat.” Carson answered her as the five men circled their prey.

Jennifer didn’t expect this, but she tried as hard as she could. She fought them off as best she could as she slid away from one, only to be trapped by another. She went from one man to another, managing to elude them for seconds, only to be caught by another. She felt one slippery cock on her skin after another, all of them excited at the prospect. She knew that today would be different than the last three days. Today, she’d have to provide what all five men wanted, and she feared that. I had two men at once, but what would five men all seeking their pleasure at one time require of me?

Jennifer lasted for fifteen minutes before Carson moved in for the kill. They surrounded her and slowly closed the circle until she had no place to go. They quickly took her down. Two men pinned her arms over her head with ease, while two pinned her legs. She looked up as Carson sat on her chest and drove all the air from her lungs. His large hands encircled her neck and began to squeeze the life out of her body. She feared that this was the end. She was pinned and unable to tap out. Her head grew dizzy. She looked over above Carson and saw Lord William stand in the doorway. He didn’t move a muscle, just a smirk on his face. This was the end of her hopes to be a soldier. Lord William had no intentions of letting her be the first woman in his army. It would go against all of the rules of women’s submission to the men.

“Do you submit, Jennifer?” Carson squeezed tighter.

She surrendered, nodding her head as best as she could. Carson released her neck, but she knew that wasn’t the end of it. He would take her as well as the others. Jennifer was like a puppet for the five men. They put her into a position, and then, they took her. Her mouth was repeatedly filled with a hard cock or a soft, wet one that she had to rejuvenate. Her pussy was split by five cocks, so thick, some long and one even had a strange bend in it that stretched her insides that weren’t meant to be stretched that way. Her ass hole wasn’t immune from their cocks, and her mouth had to lick the soiled cocks clean and bring them back to life.

Jennifer was disappointed in the outcome, but that didn’t stop the orgasms they induced in her body as they used her. She never expected five men to take her at once, a virgin in all her holes only weeks before. She was on her hands and knees. She sat on one cock that was shoved deep into her pussy. Another was behind her and impaled her ass hole with his cock. Both of them dug their cocks into their respective holes with such vigor. Her mouth was speared by one cock, but her hands had to reach out and stroke the other two. The one in her mouth emptied his cum, but he switched with another and her mouth was never without a cock for more than seconds. The five of them rotated from hole to hole until Jennifer never knew where the cock that was shoved into her mouth came from. Her mouth was so filled with cum, a soiled cock from her ass didn’t make much difference.

Jennifer looked up as the men finally finished with her. One by one, they pulled out of her. She could feel the flood of cum drip from her pussy or her battered ass hole. Her belly was filled with warm cum. She saw a shadow over her and looked to see Lord William standing there. In his hand was a neatly pressed black uniform on a coat hanger. Just like the men of his army wore.

“My men and I welcome you to the army in the only way we know how.” He smirked at her, but he hoped this wasn’t a mistake. He’d spoken to King Michael, and they knew the dangers of having a woman in the army. It could open up everything that they worked for over the years, but it was a constantly evolving world, and they had to keep up with it.

* * * *

Jennifer walked proudly through the village the next morning, but it didn’t seem to surprise many people, although they all stared at her. The women smiled their approval. The news must have been spread to them by Lord William and his men. She knew where she was going, Lord William had told her. The shop was in an alley, no sign on the door. She opened it and saw the surprised look on her mother’s face. Was it my uniform or that I had found her secret?

A soldier entered unannounced, and as she turned around, she couldn’t deny that it was Jennifer. There weren’t many soldiers that had long red hair. She blushed when she realized that many of the pieces she was working on were spread across the work benches. There would be no doubt what they were.

“Hello, Mother. I told you I’d tell you when I got a job.”

“Yes, you certainly did. Why did you take that job?”

“I saw what happened on the road, and I want to make sure that everyone here is safe. A bit of revenge on what happened to Dad doesn’t help.” Jennifer looked around. “I see that you failed to give me many details on your seamstress job.” Jennifer laughed.

“You never asked.”

“No, I guess I didn’t.” She hugged her mother. They both chose a path that the other ever suspected.

They talked for a long time, both concerned for the other but neither was ashamed or disappointed of the others choice.

* * * *

Jennifer began to go out on patrol every day. They went in groups of five to ten, depending how far from the village they went. It took two days before they saw some action; a couple of scavengers were trying to have their way with a family before the soldiers intervened. The scavengers were quickly dispatched. That was the term the other soldiers used that meant they were killed. They wouldn’t be doing that again.

There had been sightings of a large group of scavengers, thought it was never confirmed, but Lord William made the groups that went out to consist of ten soldiers. Jennifer was still trying to fit in. In spite of the fact that Lord William and his top five soldiers approved her being a soldier, most of the rest of the men resented it. They didn’t think she was capable enough; after all, she was a woman.

The security at the village was increased and the patrols were more frequent. It’d been two weeks since Jennifer joined the army. They weren’t far from the village when it happened.

Jennifer felt stillness in the woods. No birds sang, not a sound of an animal. It was as if they all ran away. She stopped. “Hold it,” she said softly, and the other men stopped and looked around.

Carlos had returned with over forty men. They’d have to act quickly; it was too difficult to keep it a secret with that many men. They’d eyed the patrols every day. They were vigilant but almost predictable. Jackson joined him today, and he’s the one that spotted her.

“That’s the bitch, the one in the front. She must’ve killed our scouts. She don’t look like any ordinary bitch. She’s in the same uniforms as the others. She must’ve got the drop on them and gutted them like sheep.” Jackson not only wanted revenge, he wanted her. She’d feel his prick before he gutted her. He’d make her suffer.

Carlos signaled his men. “Go for the bitch first,” he ordered them. He knew Jackson wanted to fuck her, but Carlos would rather have her dead. They began to attack from two directions.

“Watch out,” she dodged an arrow and pushed the man next to her out of the way before it hit him. The arrow lodged in a tree. The woods came alive with men bearing down on them. Too many of them, but that didn’t make a difference. They’d fight to the finish.

Stead was the leader of Lord William’s men. He looked around when Jennifer thought that something was wrong, but he had no confidence in her abilities. She was untested. Then, he was proven wrong. So many men came out of the woods, scavengers, but they were heavily armed and his group was outnumbered. He saw something strange. Even though his men were spread out in a line, the attackers all converged on one end of his line. It was where Jennifer stood. They’re going after her. “Protect Jennifer; they’re after her!” He shouted out to his men.

Jennifer thought she was going to be killed instantly when so many men came for her, but suddenly, the other men with her surrounded her as a human shield. The battle began as they fought off the attackers.

Jennifer went to work on pure instinct and adrenaline. There were so many attackers, but that made it easier. She swung with her knife, hitting bone and flesh with each jab. She sidestepped the slow scavengers, but her knife swung as they passed and took a slice out of their body as they fell backward. The other men with her were like fine-tuned machines, fighting off wave after wave of armed men. The bodies began to pile up around them, but they were suffering their own casualties. Jennifer saw two men go down, one with his throat slit and the other one gutted. She managed to get one of the attackers and the other went down behind him.

Her arm was sliced, but even as the blood flowed from the wound, she never dropped her knife or failed to find an attacker with her deadly aim.

Jackson ran out and went after her. Carlos said to kill her, so he would. He’d get his revenge. They had lost a lot of men, but the odds were taking the toll on the soldiers. They were going down one by one. It wouldn’t be long, but first, he charged her. He jabbed his knife and expected to find her gut, but he found his body sailing through the air. As he flew by her, her knife lashed out, and it cut his face from cheek to chin. The blood gushed from the wound as he pressed his hand against it. All he found was blood and mangled flesh. He fell hard to the ground, and then, he saw her boot come up. It was the last thing he saw as it connected with his chin. It rocked his head back and there was the sharp crack of his neck busting.

“Get them,” Carlos yelled as he rushed in for the final kill. There were only six of them standing, and they came up against twenty-five of his men. It was over and he’d won.

Arrows flew across the forest from three directions. The scavengers went down hard. Lord William with three groups of soldiers came from all directions and caught the scavengers from behind. There was no retreat for the scavengers. They were cut down by a superior force.

Jennifer was never happier when she saw the reinforcements. She turned her head and saw him. It must be him, the others looked at him for direction, but it was too late. They were trapped in all directions and death was their only alternative. She could’ve stayed back and watched, but she couldn’t do that. This was the man that was responsible for her father’s death and her mother’s ravishment. She went after him.

Lord William saw what she did. “Let her have him,” he shouted to his men. They backed off from him as they finished off his men.

Carlos found himself alone, the other soldiers backed off, but by the time he saw in front of him, it was too late. Something came at him, Carlos not sure who or what until hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him backward. A body was pressed up against his back, and the last thought he had was that it was a nice set of tits that pushed into his back.

Jennifer grabbed him and swung him around with her knife at his throat. She sliced it across his neck and was rewarded with the sound of gurgling blood spilling out onto the ground. She waited until she felt his body slump in her arms, and then, she dropped him like a bag of garbage. She looked around, all the soldiers watched her. The other scavengers were dead; their corpses piled high on the forest ground.

The men cleaned their knives on the clothes of the dead scavengers. No scavenger survived on purpose. “Good job, Jennifer,” the men started to compliment her.

“You gutted him like the pig that he was.”

“The scavengers will never fuck with a woman again or else they’ll get their throats slit.”

They slapped her on her back. By the time they got back to the village, the word spread quickly. All of the soldiers were there to greet her and congratulate her. Alexis was there too. She saw that Jennifer was wounded, but she didn’t do anything. The other soldiers would make sure that she was taken care of. She was one of them now. She was no longer her little girl.



