When the clumsy wench Lindsay forgets to sell tomatoes at the renaissance faires public stocks, she has to go to her lords tent after hours and is placed in the stocks herself! In her vulnerable position, Lindsay still begs for hot dick from herMoreWhen the clumsy wench Lindsay forgets to sell tomatoes at the renaissance faires public stocks, she has to go to her lords tent after hours and is placed in the stocks herself!
In her vulnerable position, Lindsay still begs for hot dick from her lord, her king, and the kings three knights!This 8,000 word short story set a renaissance faire contains description of bondage, punishment, humiliation, BDSM, usage of stocks, bukakke, creampies, and a gangbang between five men and one woman, and is not for any audience under 18.A positively medieval excerpt from this tantalizing tale:“The stocks rather suit her, don’t they?” said King Phillip, as Lord Drake started to stroke his shaft through his thin bloomers.“They do, your majesty.
Do you want the punishment to start yet?”“Not quite yet. Have patience, Lord Drake. Half of a punishment is in the mind, not on the body, is it not?”“Indeed it is, my lord!” said Lord Drake with a hearty guffaw.“Simon,” commanded King Phillip, and his blonde servant looked at him, arms crossed behind his back. “Remove the wench’s underwear and hand it to Lord Drake.”“Yes, mi’ lord,” said Simon, nodding his head. He came up behind Lindsay, pulling up her skirts and exposing her rear to everyone in the room. Lindsay blushed: she was in such a vulnerable position.
She’d just expected to have to take a bunch of men in her bed, not in the stocks, but somehow, being talked about like a mere object, like the property of the lord and by proxy, the king, was getting her off. The only thing more embarrassing that the position she was in was the knowledge that her panties were soaking wet.“How old did you say she was?” asked King Phillip.“Only eighteen, your majesty,” said Lord Drake.“So nubile, yet so clumsy,” said King Phillip, clucking his tongue.Simon placed his hands on Lindsay’s waist and then moved his firm palms down to her hips, finding the edge of her panties, and he pulled them down roughly, to her knees.
Rather than letting her step out of them comfortably, he roughly lifted one leg, unhooked half of her panties off of her ankles, and then, lifted the other leg, and took the underwear fully off the maiden.Simon left her skirts hiked up, exposing her bare ass to the powerful men, as he passed the panties to Lord Drake. Lord Drake sniffed the panties and then, placed them in his mouth, sucking away at them. “At least we know she’s not a slattern. She hasn’t been sleeping around, I can’t taste anything salty in her fluids, only the natural feminine tastes.”“But she certainly won’t be clean for long, will she?” asked King Phillip.“Knowing you, my lord, certainly not!” said Lord Drake, letting out a hearty guffaw.“You know me well, Lord Drake!” King Phillip stripped away his royal garb and stood nude in front of Lindsay.
She wasn’t at all surprised to see that King Phillip had a hard, taut body. All the noble men at the faire were in their thirties, and required to participate in at least one physical sport. King Phillip jousted, and would hide his identity as the Black Knight until the end of the tourney every year. It was the worst kept secret at the faire. The king took two tomatoes from the basket net to the stocks and tossed one up and down in his hand before getting close to Lindsay.“Open your mouth, wench,” he ordered, and as soon as Lindsay did, he stuffed one of the tomatoes in her mouth.
She moaned as she gagged on the tomato, but King Phillip continued. “I don’t want to hear you while I fuck you, wench. Look down. Now.