Author: Dependent_Hotel7612

The Stocks Part 3: Breaking The Seal [Mf] [Piss] [Oral]

Catherine awoke to the sound of riotous laughter emanating from across the green. How she slept she wasn’t sure, her neck and wrists were held 3 feet in the air by wooden stocks and her naked body draped below in a patch of stinging nettles. But it had been a long day. Her stomach and pussy were filled with semen, her fat body was bruised all over, her throat was sore. And in her ass painfully nestled a large parsnip. Remembering this, she flexed her asshole trying to summon the strength to eject it. Her raw, round hole widened and the vegetable pushed against her rim, but it was impossible, the circumference was too big.

She slumped back down and observed where the noise was coming from. A tavern about 50 yards away was in full boisterous swing. Men, young and old, jostled outside swilling ale from huge metal tankards. The evening was warm and the atmosphere exuberant. In the dark she struggled to see more than the orange glow of lamps and the buoyant movement of silhouettes. She saw one wander behind a tree to urinate. Then a few more staggered onto the green looking for somewhere to relieve themselves. Good spots behind trees were quickly used up and several men wandered aimlessly in the dark towards her. Read more »

The Stocks Part 2: Day On The Green [MMf] [Anal] [Insertion] [Vegetable]

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. Read more »

The Stocks Part 1: Getting Caught [Mf] [Oral] [Milk]

‘Did you hear?’

‘What?’

‘Cath’s back in the stocks again’

‘Aha that fat, greedy whore’ Sam chuckled

‘I know, caught stealing milk right from a farmer’ George explained

‘What was it last time, bacon or something?’

‘Probably sausages…’

Sam burst out laughing and tried to add on to the joke, ‘she loves any kind of meat!’

‘I sometimes wonder if she gets caught deliberately’

‘Nah she just runs too slow!’

*2 Hours Earlier*

Sitting in the empty barn, Catherine took a long, refreshing gulp straight from the bucket of milk. It was mildly warm and left her with a creamy moustache. Some dribbled down her chin and dropped into her cleavage. Her breasts were huge and pressed against her white dress. Her dark brown hair dangled over her chest and back. She had grown up in an era of famine and strict religious values. After losing her parents to illness, she had left her village and gone in search of what she had been missing. Finding herself many miles from home, she had been taken in by a friendly innkeeper. She worked in exchange for a room above the inn, but didn’t receive any money. This is when she started to steal food. A little at first, the leftover pastry from a patron’s pie, a scrap of chicken from the kitchen. But then she became more bold. Which is how she found herself sitting on a bale of hay quenching her thirst from a bucket of fresh cow’s milk. Read more »

The Stocks Part 1: Getting Caught [Mf] [Oral] [Milk]

‘Did you hear?’

‘What?’

‘Cath’s back in the stocks again’

‘Aha that fat, greedy whore’ Sam chuckled

‘I know, caught stealing milk right from a farmer’ George explained

‘What was it last time, bacon or something?’

‘Probably sausages…’

Sam burst out laughing and tried to add on to the joke, ‘she loves any kind of meat!’

‘I sometimes wonder if she gets caught deliberately’

‘Nah she just runs too slow!’

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*2 Hours Earlier*

Sitting in the empty barn, Catherine took a long, refreshing gulp straight from the bucket of milk. It was mildly warm and left her with creamy moustache. Some dribbled down her chin and dropped into her cleavage. Her breasts were huge and pressed again her white dress. Her dark brown hair dangled over her chest and back. She had grown up in an era of famine and strict conservative values. After losing her parents to illness, she had left her village and gone in search of what she had been denied. Finding herself many miles from home, she had been taken in by a friendly innkeeper. She worked in exchange for a room above the inn, but didn’t received any money. This is when she started to steal food. A little at first, the leftover pastry from a patron’s pie, a scrap of chicken from the kitchen. But then she became more bold. Which is how she found herself sitting on a bale of hay quenching her thirst from a bucket of fresh cow’s milk. Read more »