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Eve Rhony’s Tales of a Lusty Lass – Excerpt from Wedding Present (part 18)
….Rachel, the self-appointed leader commanded the two butch looking dykes to grab me and make me walk into the woods. Someone had broken off a slender supple branch, from a shrub and was slapping my behind with it, increasingly forceful. At first, I jumped at the sting and jerked my hips trying to evade the switch. But as the initial sting subsided, I felt a loosening of my internal organs, a luxurious, intense glow. All the while I was being pulled roughly by both arms through the trees.
The two women manhandling me resembled Nazi soldiers with their white crew cuts, naked except for their tough walking boots. Their hardened faces set grim as they marched me on.
“Ouch!” I yelled, stubbing a toe on a fallen log. The older dyke pinched my nipple – hard – and twisted it painfully.
“Ouch Ouch Ouch!” I screamed. The two women stopped, abruptly. The rest of the group caught up and stood around. Helen, the elder, stood behind me, placed her arms up and under mine and trapped them full circle by placing her hands, one over the back of my nape, the other over my mouth.
Rachel – queen witch – stood before me, legs astride, hands on hips. Her nipples glared down at me, huge as cherries and nut-brown.
“Less noise bitch or you’ll really get it” she menaced. Briefly I sneaked a look at her hairy thatch, bushy and wild. It frightened me!
Lucy the younger lesbian stepped forward, with her neat Aryan looks, her youthful vigour and obedience to orders apparent. She grasped both my breasts roughly, mauling, squeezing, and pinching. Pain grappled with melting pleasure. My legs felt weak. My breath struggled under the strong grip. I was helpless to resist. Her hands ran down my body, one hand firm at the base of my spine the other flat against my chest, fingers facing down. The hand pushed down onto my flesh firmly and slid down to rub its palm flat and hard against my pubic bone and the beginning of my slit. It’s fingertips brushed softly against my tingling clit. I squirmed and wriggled. You all thought I was resisting.
My muffled moans of delight may have sounded like protest but the hand clasped over my lips could not have been in any doubt. For I licked and sucked at the salty flesh of Helen’s fingers, poking the tip of my tongue into the grooves between her fingers. Nipping at the hardened skin of her gnarled palms. Only she could hear the timbre of my moans and knew that I was gagging for it. “Bring her over here” Rachel ordered.
The others had been busy.
The “roughing-up” ceased immediately and I was yanked forward. Helen gave a particularly vicious shove forward, making me stumble, my teeth knocking together. Fear entered the equation for the first time. I resolved not to let it get a grip despite my certainty of a lynching scene.
Roughly, I was led to a clearing….
The party (or coven would be perhaps the more appropriate description by now) of women had gathered fronds of bracken by the arm-full. They had piled it high forming a mattress of soft green fingers. Four stakes had been driven into the soft ground at the corners. Long lengths of hemp rope were secured there. Some of the women had begun to climb trees, presumably, for a better view of the sacrificial platform.
My arousal had stilled since the push from Helen. My body felt cold, fear had drawn my blood to its vital organs in preparation to run or do battle, I trembled. The switch started up again, jerking me back to life. As the sweet pain subsided, my pussy puffed up, as if inflated. Obviously my arousal had not gone far.
Lucy and Helen led me to the centre of the bed of fern, then lay me on my back and fastened me to the forest floor. The rope grazed and burned briefly but the secure, held and contained sensation excited me. You could all take me and do what you want with me. I couldn’t do a thing about it. I’d just have to take it, whatever was coming. But I dare not let my enjoyment of this prospect show too easily or Helen might really hurt me. I was very excited by my vulnerability.
Supine, stretched, spread, three words that described me.
Several of the women had come to kneel beside my helpless body. They stared down at me, eyeing me intimately, the occasional finger taking a poke or prod at the labia, pulling the lips apart and peering into my hole. They slapped my flesh with twigs and leaves. They pinched and nipped at my tender skin with malicious nails…
To read on and see what happens to Eve, please visit her at everhony.wordpress.com linked in the box to the right.
