The Village of Agony and Ecstasy

He helped her down, her revulsion showing as his hands moved unencumbered over her body as he did. 

“Sit over there until I tell you to move while I build a fire. If you try to run I will catch you and it will be the flogger again.” He moved around, gathering dry kindling until a roaring fire was heating the cold air, the illumination dancing strangely off the trees. He untied her hands from the stick, her disappointment showing as he saved the stick to use again. 

Bella rubbed her wrists, trying to gather the small amount of clothes about her, attempting to hide her half-naked body. He handed her a small portion of food, some dried meat and a piece of uncooked vegetable. She ate hungrily, the day’s events having taken a toll on her. Her belly still groaned in hunger, but his eyes told her there would be no more. He handed her a flask, motioning for her to drink. “I don’t drink, I’m a good girl,” she quickly responded, the defiance showing back up in her voice.

“I wouldn’t tell you again, little tiger. You will do what I tell you,” his hand reaching into his knapsack, drawing out the flogger once again.

It only took a single glance of the flogger before she put the flask to her lips and let some of the liquid flow into her mouth and down her throat. She coughed as the liquid burned as it went down, already feeling light-headed as the strong liquor began to race to her brain.

“One more sip, it will be cold tonight, it will keep you warm,” his arms motioning her to swig again.

Bella took another swig, this one longer, a warm glow covering her body as the strong liquor began to work its magic on her young body. She handed it back to him. He took a large swig and put it away. She could hear the others that were travelling with them in the distance. There must have been another ten men, each having grabbed a woman. Bella did not know who was taken, the panic that overtook her when she was captured blocked all but her own attempt at escape. Bella looked over to where the others were camping, their fire burning brightly. She could make out the shapes of some of the woman. She was startled when she heard the cries of one of them. She could see her fighting two men, as they held her tightly, the sound of tearing clothes next. She was forced to the ground, two holding her down while another stood over her. His body fell down on top of hers and she let loose a scream that seem to tear through the night. After that there was only the sounds of slapping flesh and the moans of pain. Bella knew that they were raping her and she feared for her own safety.

“I’m going to tie you up for the night. I don’t want you running away on me. We still have a few days travels to go before we reach our destination.” He moved towards her again, the rope magically appearing in his hand again, a sharp knife glistening in the fire. “On your knees,” he ordered her.

The ground hurt her knees as she knelt there. He placed her wrists next to her ankles and the rope again held her tightly, her back straight, hands at her sides bound to her ankles, unable to stand or run. She would have to lie on her side to sleep, crouched over. She could still hear the others in the distance. The men were laughing, the women crying and begging. Screams again broke the silence of the night as another was raped, her virginity taken from her in one brutal act. Bella was truly scared now. She was bound, half-naked, the stranger standing before her. She could hear the sound of the others, raping and beating the other woman and she feared that she would be next. She saw him disappear from her view but could feel his presence behind her. She trembled in fear of the unexpected. Fingers moved to close over her nose, stopping her from breathing. She opened her mouth to suck in some air when she felt something shoved quickly and painfully into her mouth. She could taste the wood, polished and smooth. It slipped between her lips and moved to the back. She felt his fingers press on the side and she felt the piece of wood split outward, moving out from the center to catch behind her upper and lower teeth on each side. This forced her mouth to open. Each time he pressed on the mechanism with his fingers, her mouth was forced wider and wider. She could only make muffled sounds, “MMMGGGHHH,” as her jaws were stretched open widely, her oral cavity now a large open hole. She did not understand the reason for this. It was not very effective to silence her, it only served to keep her mouth open and exposed.

She watched as he moved in front of her again, her eyes pleading for release from the cruel instrument that caused her such pain, but only met with a blank stare from him. She shook her head back and forth, “NNNGGGGHHH,” as she finally realized the purpose of the mouth restraint when he began to unhook his pants and let them slide to the ground in front of her. He reached in and pulled out a cock that was massive to her, not that she had ever seen a cock before, her only experience being with the small penis of children that she had baby sat for. He intended to put it in her mouth. She had heard some of the village woman talking about oral sex, how their husbands had forced them to suck their cocks when they had the pox, their monthly menstrual cycle. All told of hating it, their husbands filling their mouth with their salty seed. Most spoke of spitting it out, some vomiting afterwards. None liked the experience, but there could be worse. Few spoke of it, but some dared to talk of their husbands putting it up their bottom. Most were too humiliated of the act to even dare mention it.

“Each night you will service my instrument with your mouth, my little tiger. We will use the mouth restraint until you learn how to perform the act correctly. There will be many wicked things that you will perform for me. If you do not obey, you will be punished. The flogger is only one of many instruments I possess to make your body respond. Some of them are so much more painful, built especially to extract pain from the female body. Now hold still and pleasure my cock.”