The Village of Agony and Ecstasy

He pumped his organ again with his hand, not caring about her pain as his hand smashed against her lips, only caring about satisfying his only pleasure, her mouth a receptacle for him to use. He pulled his rapidly shrinking organ from her mouth, his fingers unloosening the mouth restraint and pushed her over onto her side on the ground.

Bella lay on the ground and began to vomit, shooting up the seed he had expended into her oral cavity. She sobbed, lying in the pool of vomited, exhausted by the ordeal he had forced upon her. She could still hear the screams of the other woman in the distance, many of them pleading in vain as they were raped.

“Get some sleep, we leave early in the morning. We have a long ride and tomorrow night you will have a chance to pleasure me again with your mouth.” He pulled her next to him, away from the pool of vomit, his heavy hand wrapped tightly over her. 

Bella lay on her side, her wrists still tied to her ankles, bent over, her bottom thrust against him. She sobbed herself to sleep, her mouth and throat still burning in pain from the forced oral ravishment, his seed still lingering on her taste buds. She did not sleep very soundly, the traumatic events of the day weighing heavily on her. Each time she woke up, she could hear the others in the distance. There were still sounds of screaming and begging, but were now less frequent. All had been taken by the men and they were learning that any resistance would be futile and painful.

The morning came quickly and before Bella realized it they were riding off to their unknown destination. She had again been bound, her wrists tied again to the stick beneath her arms. She sat on the saddle in front of him, her naked sex rubbing painfully on the hard saddle, bouncing along as he held her firmly. She saw some of the other woman, some showing signs of abuse by the men. They had a blank look in their eyes after having suffered sexually to the abuse last night. After about an hour, the stranger’s hand moved around her waist until it reached the front of her dress. Fingers moved to unbutton the last remaining buttons, opening it to below her waist. Bella tried to squirm away from the molesting fingers.

“We have a long ride and I thought some amusement would break the monotony. Now hold still or I will stop and give you another lesson in obedience.” 

Bella allowed him to continue, her bound hands behind her head preventing anything but token resistance. She felt his hands, rough textured flesh moving over her smooth stomach. She sucked in her breath as they moved. She shuddered as she felt them move higher. She knew that he would be touching her breasts. It did not take long. The thick fingers grasped her naked flesh, pushing the top of her dress aside, exposing her breasts to him and all that rode near him.

“nice tits on that one, want to trade for this one tonight,” he screamed at the stranger. The man riding next to him pointed at a girl thrown over his saddle, her head hanging down to the ground, his hands moving over her bottom, pulling up her dress, revealing her naked flesh. 

Bella could see red welts on the girls bottom, sure that this man also taught obedience with a flogger. By the looks of the marks, it took quite a while before the girl gave up whatever the man required of her. 

“I still have more training to do with this little flower. Maybe after we get home when I have taken the fight out of her,” he said, urging his horse to move faster, separating them from the pack. “You have nice little nips.”

Bella felt his fingers plucking at her nipples, making them hard. The cool air blew on them as they rode, his fingers plucking and pinching them, moving from one side, then back to the other. He did this for over an hour before his hands moved down over her stomach until it reached her sex mound. “No, don’t touch me there,” determination in her voice, forgetting the flogging she had received, bent on stopping him for using her body as his plaything.

His hand grabbed her by her sex mound, the giant fingers gripping tightly into her spread flesh, the rough skin pushing against her tender flesh, one finger pushing between the pouty lips of her genitals. “Tonight, you will face the flogger again. Depending on how cooperative you are now, will decide how many strokes and where you will receive them. If you do not behave, the flogger will find its way between your legs and strike you here,” his fingers gripping her sex mound tightly. “Will you cooperate, little flower?”

Bella could only shake her head yes, afraid of the flogger and even more afraid of the evil in this man. He had no compulsion in beating her intimate body parts. She could not believe that such evil men existed in this world. Men that would inflict such pain on a woman. Men that would sexually assault a woman like he did with her mouth last night. She felt the fingers of his hands begin to play with her open sex mound. She could do nothing except bounce along on the saddle, his fingers openly fondling her genitals. He continued to play with her body all day as they rode. He gave her some food as they rode, unwilling to stop and rest, wanting to get to their destination with their prizes. Bella squirmed all day, her nipples always erect. He would play with her sex mound, his fingers continually running up and down her open sex. He would move up to her bud, snuggled under the protection of skin. He peeled it back and his rough finger played over it. Bella found herself getting wet as he continued. When she would feel the stirrings deep in her groin, he would stop. He instinctually knew that she was nearing orgasm. He would stop rubbing her sex mound and move back up to her nipples. When he heard her breathing return to normal again, his fingers would find their way back down to her splayed sex and begin again to fondle her to the point of orgasm. By the end of the day, Bella body was frustrated. Her sex was red and swollen, her juices wetting the leather saddle beneath her. Her nipples stuck out, red and sensitive, the cool air the only thing needed now to make them hard.