The Village of Agony and Ecstasy

The struck camp again in a clump of trees. Bella was again bound, her wrists to her ankles, parked on her knees, waiting as the stranger made a fire. In the distance, the others began the rape of the other women. Even thought they had their virginity taken last night, the evil men had found new ways to force screams and begging from them. Bella was not sure what was happening to them, she was too concerned about her own predicament. She was fed a small dinner, two slugs of the foul liquor and then the mouth instrument was forced in again, her lips drawn tightly up and back, her oral cavity open and ready for his organ. She did not have to wait long before it was slowly forced inside again. Like last night, she choked and gagged on the organ as it entered her throat. Tears ran down her face as he used her mouth again to spill his seed inside her. This time instead of her throat, she was forced to take it all in the confines of her hot mouth. He pumped his organ in her opened mouth, the hot, pasty seed falling heavily on her tongue. The last load shot out on her face, dripping from her nose to fall on her cheeks. He made her hold it in her mouth while he removed the mouth instrument. Once removed he forced her to swallow it. She did, gagging and choking as the copious amounts of his seed slowly ran down her throat to settle heavily in her stomach. It threatened to come back up tonight, but by breathing deeply she was able to keep it down. 

“You are learning to swallow my seed, little flower. Soon, we will not need the mouth instrument. You will willingly take my organ in your mouth.”

“Never, I will never submit to such a vile act,” forgetting herself again.

The stranger removed the flogger from his saddlebags and turned Bella over onto her side, her ass pushed out. “This is for your insolence this afternoon and now again.” 

Bella felt the leather flogger begin to beat her bottom. He focused on the back of her thighs, sometimes a stray leather thong would slap harshly against her sex mound or slip between the valley of her bottom. She would scream out in pain, the rest of the time she bit her lips, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Bella cried herself to sleep again, the raping continuing on into the night from the others.

Bella could hear someone begging, “ not there, don’t put it in there” and then an unholy scream torn from her lips. She could only imagine that one of the men had put his organ in her bottom, the ultimate humiliation, being sodomized. Morning came sooner then expected and Bella was again bound. This time her wrists were tied in front of her, but she was thrown over the saddle, her head hanging down on one side, her feet on the other, like the girl yesterday.

Like yesterday, the stranger took liberties with her body as they rode. Bella became dizzy during the day, all of the blood rushing to her head as she lay on the saddle hanging down. Her dress had been pulled up and his hands began the manipulation of her sex again, bringing her almost to orgasm, then stopping. This time he did not have her nipples to play with, so he began to play with her bottom. She squirmed as best as she could when he spread her bottom open, exposing her tiny bud to his fingers. A quick slap to her cheeks quieted her down, allowing him unfettered access to her unprotected bottom. Fingers brought juice from her sex mound to her bottom and soon fat fingers pierced her bottom as she moaned in pain and humiliation. She was brought to the brink of orgasm numerous times during the day, then left unfilled, her bottom then abused against her will. By nightfall, she was a string of tangled sexual tension. Two days she was abused almost to orgasm, never allowing her to be fulfilled. Nightfall brought the bondage again, quick dinner, the mouth instrument and then his ejaculation of his seed into her oral cavity again.

Morning and they were off riding early, excitement seem to fill the men’s eyes. Bella sensed that they were nearing the end of their journey. By evening Bella saw a large wooden gate in the road ahead. The knarled limbs were thick and sturdy and bound together with huge pieces of rope. The gate began to open as they neared it. What Bella witnessed beyond the entrance was beyond all comprehension. The words "The Village, Sinsation Isle" were carved fancifully into the gate. Bella had never heard of this place. She had no idea of what was ahead of her.

The horse shied and snorted loudly as they rode through the huge creaking gate. Bella could hardly make out any faces of the people that lined the roadway inside, peering at the newcomers. She did however, notice the way they were dressed. Some of the women and men were kneeling beside others who seemed more powerful than they were. The females kneeling were scantily dressed, some with breasts exposed, some with just nipples exposed, and a very thin tiny bottom covering their sex. Their bodies were most visible. The males kneeling were naked except for a small cone-shaped apparatus over their genitals, not covering much of them at all. Some of the males and females had chains around their necks with the person standing beside them holding it tightly. Bella shuddered and lowered her eyes. What was this place? She was already embarrassed by seeing these women and men so shabbily dressed, but even more humiliated to view their bodies. She had been taught to be modest, and humble about her body. She would never have displayed herself in this fashion. 

She heard shouting and felt the rushing about of the villagers as her captors turned their horses in the direction of a large stone structure with a magnificent iron gate. Now that they had reached some kind of destination, Bella felt fear begin to rise in her belly. She had sensed a bad aura in this place. The tears welled in her eyes again as her bruised bottom was pushed off the horse. The stranger grabbed her by her waist and threw her over his shoulder. Bella fought and kicked as his grip tightened around her, hoping she could get free, maybe someone in the village would help her. 

The iron gate opened and she, along with the other captive women, were carried inside. The torches on either side of the structure burned brightly as evening was upon them. Just inside the huge wooden door, the women were taken one way. Bella was hurled into a room with the other females and the door slammed shut. The women huddled together crying and moaning. The room was empty, nothing but a stone floor. She crawled to the corner and curled up to warm herself. Her clothes were tattered and torn. She continuously tried to cover herself. She was so tired and weary as well as very sore. Once she quieted, her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep.

Bella felt herself being nudged. She opened her blue eyes to gaze into the most beautiful set of black eyes. Another female had settled beside her and she could not have been older than Bella. She looked fragile and helpless. 

"I am scared," she whispered to Bella. "What are they going to do with us? I am barely old enough to be away from my parents. I want to go home."