She stood, bent, her head and wrists locked in the pillory. She knew her guilt. She had tempted the Man. Flirted outrageously. Now, she was His prisoner. Wasn’t this, after all, what she had desired? To be owned, taken, enjoyed by Him? This, however, was not at all how she had envisioned the end result. He’d grabbed her arm, marched her to the centre of town and locked her in place. The townspeople gathered around, knowing her nature and His. Knowing this was to be spectacle for all to enjoy. She would not back down until He had broken her, and He would simply not back down. Ever. Mercy was not part of his make-up, although justice and fairness were.

First, He scolded her, announcing to the town her indecent actions and her wantonness. He described her innuendoes, her predilection of bending low enough so that he could catch a glimpse of what lay beneath her skirt, her scented breasts, licking her lips then glancing at his cock. Her face flamed, but in her heart she was proud of her behavior. After all, who could blame her for being so desireous of Him? Then, he ripped her skirt off of her. She shrieked. Not yet content, he also ripped off her blouse. She stood in only her drawers and corset, helpless, grateful for her long hair covering her face.  He pulled out his knife, showing her the shimmer of the blade. Slowly, her ran the knife along her spine, cutting the cords of her corset, allowing it to fall from her body, exposing her breasts. He pulled apart her drawers, the cool air now caressing her naked bottom. He rubbed His cock against her wet slit, entering her quickly, hard,pounding against her. His hand came down on her ass, spanking her with a resounding smack. Over and over again until tears fell from her face. Yes. This is want she had wanted. Him. Inside of her. She would have preferred something more private, but really, all that mattered to her was that He was using her. His hand was hard and punishing. His cock forceful and demanding. The hot sunshine beat down on her naked flesh, causing her skin to become as hot on the outside as she was on the inside.

The townspeople shouted their approval, encouraging Him. She deserved her humiliation and they would be satisfied with nothing less. One man came up to Him and offered Him a smooth, large finger of ginger. Accepting the hard vegetable, He rubbed it against her anus. Slowly, making sure she felt every movement, He pushed it into her. Six inches of hard, spicy wood entering her bottom. The burn began immediately and she could not stop herself from crying out. This was a new kind of punishment, one she had not expected and did not welcome. Nonetheless, she was helpless against Him. He reminded her that she’d brought all of this on herself. How would she ever learn if she was not properly punished? Babbling, she agreed and thanked Him for His fortitude. He held the fiery ginger in place and continued to fuck her. Within minutes, he pulled out, cumming on her red bottom.

She panted, wanting more, terrified and humiliated. Her bottom was on sore and swollen, her on fire with the sting of the fig. He stepped in front of her, then stood on a tall box, his dripping member in front of her eyes. He grasped her hair and when her mouth popped open, He placed his cock inside. The vegetable man now took his turn, keeping the ginger deep inside her and fucking her cunt. In due time, the man too pulled out and spent his hot seed on her bottom. He was again becoming hard in her mouth. He tore off His belt and leaning slightly over her, smacked her bottom. She screamed around His cock, but he continued. He fucked her mouth until His hot cream slid down her throat.

The townspeople cheered.

He pulled away. Leaning down He whispered. “Three more hours, my dear. And three more times will I cum in or on you. Three more men as well as me will use you. Each of your holes will be used, violated, enjoyed. You will be flogged, sometimes gently, sometimes harshly. For three hours you will be on display and incapable of protecting any part of your body from my viewing, use, pleasure, or punishment. That will teach you a proper lesson, will it not?”

“Yes, my dear Sir. It will.”