It was midday and Catherine was being led through the village in shackles, and naked. Just an hour earlier she had been swallowing the cum of a farmer’s son, whose milk she had stolen. Her soft feet padded gently on the bumpy stone road, each step wobbling her huge breasts and buttocks. One man walked a pace behind her, while another led her in front using a rope attached to her wrists. She walked slowly, which was starting to anger her escorts. The man behind drew back his hand and landed a firm spank on her ass. ‘We haven’t got all day!’ he barked, trying to disguise his arousal. Simultaneously the man in front tugged on the rope, causing her to stumble onto all fours. Now in a whimsical mood, the man behind climbed on her back and shouted ‘giddy up!’, smacking her dangling tits as he did so. Her pussy fizzed and she murmured a little ‘neigh!’ ‘Alright enough with the games, both of you, we need to be on time’ complained the man in front.
Once they reached the village green a crowd had already started to form in a circle around the stocks. They jeered as she was brought into the centre of the green. The village mayor held out a piece of parchment and read aloud: ‘for the crime of thievery of two pints of milk, you are sentenced to 1 day and 1 night in the stocks’. Hushed voices rang out across the crowded masses. This was an unusually long sentence for such a small crime, a couple of hours in the stocks was trouble enough. Others argued it was only fair since she had stolen so much other food in the past.
The stocks was a thick, varnished, horizontal piece of wood with three holes. Two smaller, with a bigger one in the middle. It was supported by two other pieces of wood so that it was about three feet off the ground. The top piece of wood was split horizontally down the middle and opened with a hinge. The ground beneath was covered in stinging nettles. Catherine was unshackled and the large, dry hands of the two men guided her body into position. Locked in place, she started to relax her body only to be caught out by the stinging nettles. She had to keep her ass and chest raised, so she settled into all fours. Her hanging nipples, though, brushed the nettles below sending ripples of pain through her torso.
The mayor left and immediately the crowd begun to throw rotting vegetables in her direction. Everything from lettuce to onions was pelted at her. They seemed to be aiming for her boobs and ass the most, she thought, but maybe they’re just the biggest targets? Some vegetables were thrown with real force, and bruises started to form across her soft, fat body. As they ran out of vegetables, one by one the townspeople left the green to go back to their daily lives. But two men stayed and began to walk over to her.
‘Still not learned to eat your veg?’ asked George, waving a bendy carrot at her. Sam broke into a wide grin a picked up a parsnip off the ground. George patted the carrot over her face, ‘open wide…’. She acquiesced, knowing the alternative to be worse. He shoved the carrot straight down her throat, making her gag and screech. It tasted foul, but she was thankful it was not fresh and hard. She drooled uncontrollably in thick globules. With long strokes he started thrusting the carrot in and out of her throat. Sounds of ‘gurhk, gurrrrhk, gahhhk, gaaarrk, gurrrk, gahk, gaarrrk’ echoed across the green, as the afternoon light started to fade. Her face went red and tears welled in her eyes. This wasn’t arousing her like the farmer’s son, it was just mean and gross.
‘Arghhhhhh!’ she suddenly yelped and bit down on the carrot. Sam had begun to push the parsnip into her asshole. ‘See, they don’t taste so bad’ chimed George, ‘now Sam give me that.’ George retracted the carrot from her mouth and replaced it with the parsnip, ‘try this one.’ She could taste the hint of her ass on it, but it was not mouldy like the carrot. George swirled it around her mouth, stretching out each of her cheeks. Then plunged it twice down her throat, until it was coated in her saliva. He handed it back to Sam who promptly forced the thin end into her asshole. ‘Mmmmnnnnnn’ she loudly moaned in pain and pleasure, as Sam pushed further in. In front of her, George had undone his clothes and was rubbing his cock. She could smell his musty scent and involuntarily licked her lips.
George stepped towards her and dangled his heavy, hairy balls across her face. Her pussy pulsed in expectation. He rubbed his balls over her face, enjoying the wetness of the saliva, tears and mucus that she had expelled. “Owwwww’ she breathed quietly as Sam continued to drive the parsnip further into her ass, stretching her more as it reached the bigger end. Sam was a simple man, and he now had a simple goal: to get the whole vegetable into Catherine’s ass. He was about 1 inch away, but it was getting much more difficult. He started to push with his whole body. ‘Mmmnnnnaarrrrggghhhh its …… too …. big…’ panted Catherine between breaths, ‘ow ow ow ow ow ow ow’. Her tiny pink hole was getting completely violated. George then lent over her body, with his balls pressed into her nose, and pulled apart her two ass cheeks. The parsnip popped inside and her asshole closed up behind it leaving only a small circle visible.
Her ass tensed around the huge vegetable now inside her, getting used to its size. Her pussy moistened and a drip slid down her thigh. She then felt something at the entrance. Not a vegetable, it was warm, slightly soft. She looked up and realised George’s balls were no longer in front of her. George poked his dick into her pussy, going half an inch in, then pulled out. She moaned and tried to back onto him, but it was impossible. To her side, Sam had a new goal: to lick her tits without getting stung by nettles, he wasn’t getting very far. George stepped back towards her and slid his dick along her slippery cunt. ‘Mnnff’ she mumbled and tried to rub herself on him ‘pleasssse…’
He gave up the games and ploughed into her. The vegetable lodged in her ass made her pussy incredibly tight and he felt ready to cum immediately. She felt more stretched out than ever before. He slowed down for a minute, and looked to the sky. Then resumed mercilessly pounding her. His hands tightly held her waist, and his balls slapped her clit. Her raw, wet pussy clenched down on his cock and he then unleashed ropes of cum inside her. This almost tipped her over the edge, but she couldn’t cum. He kept thrusting until every last spurt left his dick. As he sloppily pulled out she released a gurgling queef.
George and Sam wandered off without a word, and Catherine was left alone as night closed in.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mcwhgy/the_stocks_part_2_day_on_the_green_mmf_anal