Meggy Meets The Stocks (MMF, Non Consent)

Meggy struggled against the men holding her as they dragged her into the square. Her cheeks flushed red with a mixture of rage, shame, and exertion. There were more of them than were strictly necessary – one man held each of her arms, another two her legs as she kicked and bucked, trying to break free. The fifth man mostly just groped at her full breasts through the thin shift that was partly torn by now. The groper was Aldren, unmarried and foul.

There, in the middle of the square atop a platform the stocks stood empty and open. Not for long. Despite her best efforts, her arms were quickly dragged into place and held there. She thrashed her head around until Amice grabbed her hair viciously and yanked her neck down onto the groove in the wood. She screeched once as the large wooden piece settled down over her wrists and neck, trapping her in place. The sound of metal clanking and Meggy felt the cold of iron closing around her ankles, preventing her from moving her feet more than a few inches.

A small crowd had gathered by now. Meggy darted her eyes around desperately, looking for a friendly face. “I didn’t do anything!” she screamed. “I didn’t do it!”

The honest folk among the crowd turned their faces away, probably knowing the truth of her words. Others just leered, knowing her probable fate. She shut her eyes for a long moment, willing the tears back. Meggy was bent double at the waist. Her legs were spread almost three feet apart by the manacles on her ankles, her arms trapped beside her head.

At the sound of horses approaching, Meggy opened her eyes again in time to see the party come around the corner and ride into the square. The crowd had grown larger by now – a spectacle was afoot. Lord Amis looked down at the people gathered, languishing in the attention. He was a large man in every way – tall, with a big head and a protruding belly. Swinging down from his horse, Amis climbed the steps to the platform slowly, dragging his riding gloves off as he did.

“Greetings, fine folk of Meringale!” Amis’ voice sounded bright and engaging. It belied his well known cruel streak. “I have sad news, today,” he continued in a slightly less happy tone. “One of your own has committed theft on my own person.” Meggy shook her head as much as the stocks allowed, which was not much. She opened her mouth to protest, but shut it quickly. Her words would change nothing.

Amis continued his tale, beginning to gesture with his hands. “I welcomed this poor orphan among my serving staff when she was but a young girl. My lovely wife fed her, and gave her a home, employment.” Amis looked down at Meggy, reaching a hand out to stroke her red hair. “Alas, it seems our generosity was not enough. This very morning we found Meggy stuffing silverware in a sack, clearly preparing to take our valuables and flee.”

Meggy’s jaw clenched. She was an orphan, it was true. She had worked as a servant in Amis’ home, also true. Generosity was no word for the way she had been treated however. At 12, Amis attention in her had grown as quickly as her now full breasts had. His wife and some basic sense of propriety had kept him in check. Amis had never touched her, although he had ‘accidentally’ managed to see her bathing with alarming frequency in the past few years. It seems her turning 17 removed his hesitations. Amis had begun to grab at her in passing in recent weeks. At first it was a quick fondle of a breast through her clothing, or a light slap on the ass as she walked past in a hall. Last week he had come to her from behind and slipped his fingers inside her while she was bent over doing laundry.

She had begun to avoid Amis, until finally he came to her last night slightly drunk with his prick sticking out under his nightshirt. She had turned him away. And now, she was humiliated. Trapped in the stocks in the town center. She would be pelted with fruit, vegetables, rotten eggs. People got hurt in these things. She would be released eventually, perhaps as soon as tomorrow. Likely in 2-3 days though and then she would have little choice but to leave town and start anew elsewhere. No matter the truth of it it would be a hard life turned out from the Lord’s service as a thief.

Amis’ voice cut through her thoughts. “It was a hard year. Winter was cold, food scarce. I know you have suffered.” Meggy frowned. Where was he going with this? “I would not see you waste your precious food throwing it at this wretched wench,” Amis continued. “Likewise, the hard working men of this town deserve more than just their lord’s protection from their tithing!”

At this Amis grabbed her shift and tore it from her body in one motion. The fabric made a loud tearing sound, and then she was bare naked for the world to see. A gasp rose from the crowd, quickly turning into a cheer from some of the men. Meggy hadn’t drawn Amis’ attention without cause. Wide hips and a narrow waist sat below her large, full breasts. Her face was lightly freckled and well formed, and her red hair caught the eye. The entire village could see this now as she stood before them all, unable to escape their hungry gazes.

“Look upon her, men of Meringale. Women too, if you want to,” Amis said with a leering grin. Amis stood beside her, and reached out his right hand to cup her left breast. “You can even touch a little, if you want to!” Amis cried to a loud cheer from the menfolk. Meggy tried to wriggle free, but that simply made her breast shake in Amis’ hand. He let her breast fall with a laugh.

“NO!” Meggy cried aloud, no longer able to keep her silence. “I didn’t steal anything. Amis is angry because I wouldn’t let him -”

SLAP.

A stinging pain in Meggy’s left ass cheek registered as she realized Amis had slapped her. A few gasps from the crowd, as well as some mingled cheering. “Did you have something to say, Meggy?” Amis asked in a cold voice. He stepped up beside her head where it was trapped.

Meggy opened her mouth to finish her original sentence, but before she could get a word out Amis was stuffing a handkerchief into her mouth. She tried to spit it out, but another stinging slap hit her ass. She froze, her body going rigid. If she kept struggling this could go from bad to worse. A moment later, Amis looped a second handkerchief over the one in her mouth and tied it at the back of her head. Things had just gotten worse.

“Meggy here wants to add vicious lies to her attempted thievery,” Amis said in a mock regretful tone. “It seems she needs to learn a lesson not to tell tales.” His voice moved around behind her as he spoke.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. Three sharp stings as he slapped her left ass cheek, then the right, then the left again. Amis left his hand on her ass after the last slap, and slide it down to between her legs. She tried to cry out, but the handkerchief in her mouth limited her to a muffled groan. Amis’ fingers probed her pussy as he kept talking.

“Reputation is important to a man such as myself. It wouldn’t do for little Meggy to roam from town to town, telling lies about me and my doings.” The crowd was quiet now, a strange anticipation settling over the people present. Amis’ fingers continued to work, and despite herself Meggy could feel her lips becoming slick with her own juices.

“Of course, a few slaps doesn’t seem enough to teach her, in this case.” Meggy heard a rustling of clothing. Suddenly, without warning, Amis was pressing his cock into her pussy. She felt the head of his member slide past her lips, and the full length of his shaft as he buried himself inside of her. She tried to scream, but could only manage a long groan.

She stared out at the people of the town that had been her home. Amis’ hips were pressed up against her ass, his cock buried to the hilt. Most of the women had looked away. Some of the men did too. But some just watched hungrily.

Amis began to thrust in and out of Meggy, his hands gripping her hips. Meggy’s breasts began to sway back and forth as he did, and it wasn’t hard for Meggy to see some of the men’s trousers tenting out as their own cocks became hard with the sight.

Amis had just finished saying something more to the crowd as he fucked her from behind, but Meggy had no idea what he had said. She could feel how swollen his member was, and his hands on her hips were clenching with each thrust. Amis began to hammer into her, harder and faster. Small grunts escaped his mouth as he worked himself in and out of her. Her tits were swinging constantly now, bouncing back and forth from the force of his thrusts as he plowed himself into her.

Meggy could feel his cock hardened even more, and hear his breathing becoming more ragged. She closed her eyes, knowing what was about to happen. Sure enough, Amis pushed himself all the way inside of her, pulling her ass hard back against him. He gave a loud grunt, and then Meggy could feel his cock begin to twitch as he shot his load inside of her. After the first couple of twitches Amis began to thrust again, and his orgasm seemed to last forever.

Finally, he pulled himself out of her, and Meggy could feel his seed spilling down her legs. Amis moved to stand beside her head again, his cock still out and glistening with her juices. “What do you townsfolk think? Has Meggy learned her lesson?” Meggy could see the women in the crowd looking away, and some of the men nodding reluctantly.

“No,” came a loud voice. All eyes turned to Aldren, who stood near the front of the platform. His eyes had an ugly glint to them that matched his face. His large nose was almost comical – crooked with warts. Aldrin was like the villain in a children’s story book. He was a small man, bent of back. The townfolk tolerated him because he was a tanner, and tanners were a necessary thing for a town to thrive. He carried with him the tanner’s stink, made worse by his own infrequent bathing.

“No?” Came Amis’ amused response.

“She has insulted you, my lord. What with you raising her so nicely and all.” Aldren’s expression was eager and hopeful both.

Amis wrinkled his nose slightly at the odor coming from Aldren, but then a grin crept across his face. “Indeed you are right, tanner. Please, be my guest to help teacher Meggy her proper place.” With a sweep of his hand, Amis stepped aside to allow Aldren up.

Aldren clambered up the steps with comical urgency, almost tripping in his haste. Amis took a step back from the odor that followed him, but Aldren didn’t notice. He clutched his hands in front himself, and then pointed quickly. “Can I have the girl’s mouth, lord?”

Amis laughed aloud, even as several women quietly slipped away back to their homes. “I wouldn’t want the girl to injure the town tanner,” he said. Amis leaned down to whisper in Meggy’s ear. “If you bite him, I will cut out your tongue.” He straightened and nodded to Aldren. “It’s a risk, but if you’re willing to take it…”

Aldren didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, ripping the first handkerchief from around Meggy’s head. Standing in front of her now, Meggy could see that the bulge in Aldren’s pants was huge. Aldren pulled the second handkerchief from her mouth with one hand as he dropped his trousers with the other. Meggy’s eyes widened and she gasped slightly as his huge cock fell free. Full erect, it seemed as thick as her wrist. Then the stench hit her and her eyes began to water.

Before she could close her mouth again, Aldren grabbed her hair with one hand and slide the head of his cock into her mouth with the other. Meggy tried to squirm free, fighting the urge she had to bite down with all her might. His cock had a bitter, sour taste to it that matched the smell of his body. Her stomach turned over and she tried not to vomit everywhere. Meggy knew Aldren wouldn’t stop for a moment, and his member was so large if she threw up now she might choke to death.

Aldren moved both hands to the side of her head and began to thrust his cock back and forth in small movements, fucking her mouth. Her whole world was shrunk down to enduring as Aldren used her mouth freely. She heard buzzing in her ears, and was afraid she might pass out. Meggy heard a voice that sounded a thousand miles away, but couldn’t make out the words. A moment later, she felt another cock force its way into her pussy, still wet with Amis’ cum.

This cock was long and skinny – it didn’t belong to Amis. Another townsman must have asked permission to fuck her, Meggy realized as she felt hands grab at her tits. The man who had mounted her from behind was holding both her breasts and using those to pull himself into her.

Aldren paused in his own thrusting for a moment, leaning down to mutter at Meggy. “Use your tongue girl, and it’ll all be over faster for you.”

Meggy wanted to spit on him, to strike and kick him. There was nothing she could do – she couldn’t even talk. She realized he was right, however. Feeling the press of the man thrusting into her pussy from behind, she screwed her eyes shut and began to run her tongue along the underside of Aldren’s huge cock. It was difficult – there was little room in her mouth to work with but as he began to work his member back and forth in her mouth she found it easier to manage.

Aldren was more right than he realized. Between the workings of her tongue and perhaps the sight of another man taking her at the same time he couldn’t hold off any longer. Meggy felt his cock grow even bigger, and then suddenly it went rock hard for a long moment. Aldren groaned and a long spurt of his seed spilled across her tongue and down her throat. It tasted as foul as he smelled. She had no time to think about that however, as Aldren’s cock began to twitch and spurt, depositing squirt after squirt of cum in her mouth. She swallowed frantically, trying not to choke on the thick semen that tasted so badly.

Right then the man behind her yelled, and then she felt his cock also begin to deposit its load inside of her. Aldren’s cock slowed down even as the man behind her pistoned in and out of her, shooting his cum into her pussy. They both pulled free of her at the same time. Meggy could feel more cum leaking from her pussy, and some on the corner of her mouth also. She felt used, but glad the ordeal was over.

“Three days,” came Amis’ voice grandly to the crowd. “I will have someone bring her food and water,” he continued. “No using her mouth during mealtimes.”

Amis moved to stand in front of her for the last time. She glared up at him, but he just smiled down at her. “It didn’t have to be this way,” he said with a smug expression. The next townsman was mounting her from behind even as he spoke. She could feel the cock sliding into her even as she watched Amis move down the steps to his horse. Three days.

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