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Humiliation. That was the only word I could fathom as I watched the sun tilt up from behind stony buildings, peeking the first shreds of daylight across the town. My body was bared to the morning light, and in a few hours when the town awoke it would be on full display for anyone’s perusal. Arms forward, head unmoving, thighs strapped behind me so any stranger could get a lasting glimpse of my cunt. The stockades were for the worst of the worst - barring those who would be made an example of.
I should be more embarrassed, I realized. Not just for my nakedness; the stockades hadn’t been used in the village for years, as far as I was aware. Mayor Jackson must have had loyal followers - or deep pockets, at the very least. This was meant to make me ashamed of my crime; yet I hardly felt the punishment suited it.
I hadn’t meant to kill him. He had worked himself to the grave, running uncontested for mayor from middle age until his 80s. I only meant to rob him. Funds were misallocated, elections rigged, laws constructed to only affect the poor - it felt like comeuppance. It wasn’t my fault that the old bat caught me breaking into the town hall himself, nor that the mere sight gave him a heart attack. I was deemed an evil witch by the town when found with my hand in the coffers, and sentenced as such.
I was so lost in thought that I didn’t hear the footsteps approach me from behind.
“ I am so incredibly sorry for this, ” a velvety voice whispered. It had no clear origin, almost as if coming from within my skull. “ I mind-linked us so I could warn you. I didn’t think he’d want to watch. ”
Watch what? My head was spinning, I hadn’t even heard the person behind me arrive, yet their breath ghosted across my bare shoulder, leaving goosebumps in its absence.
A second pair of footsteps drawled behind me, taking their time to approach.
“Seems you found her, miss,” said a man’s voice. It was almost certainly Jacob, the local sheriff, but we hadn’t spoken enough for me to recognize him.
“That’s Captain,” the woman just behind me corrected, her voice smooth and low. It sounded different spoken aloud. “She’ll do nicely. I’m sure my crew will be satisfied.”
“ I’m lying to him ,” said the smooth voice in my head. “You’ll be safe with me.” I wanted badly to believe her, but reality hit me like a bolt of lightning.
I paled, sweat dripping down my forehead. I had heard tell of prisoners being bought and sold before, but not here, not in our safe little village. Certainly the townsfolk I’d come to know over the past two years were above selling me into something so horrendous. Though, I suppose that’s what the stockades were for; to demonstrate me like a product. I shuddered, especially hearing of a crew.
“You’d buy a toy without sampling it?” Jacob goaded. I could hear the lecherous smirk in his voice. “Go on, Captain. No deal unless I can watch you break her in.”
I was almost nauseous with disgust. It was one thing to be naked in front of the whole town, but it was quite another to be fucked in public. I remembered the woman’s apology. I didn’t think he’d want to watch. It did little to calm my frantic thoughts that she was sorry.
“You there,” the woman said aloud, her voice close to my back again. “Tell me your name.”
“Rhetta, mistress,” I stuttered out.
“You may call me Circe,” she responded. “Is it your first time in the stockades?”
“Y-yes, Circe.” I knew what was coming next, made little show to hide it. “It is my first time for…any of this.”
Circe made a noise in the back of her throat of discontent, before placing a calloused hand upon my back, thick and strong.
“I will make certain you are comfortable, then. I won’t have you traumatized.” Her voice was softer now, quiet. She didn’t want Jacob to hear her reassurances.
“ I’m going to kneel between your thighs, now. Alright? I’m going to make you feel good, sweetheart. ” Her voice was in my mind now, and it melted my fear like butter in a hot pan. Despite my circumstances, despite every alarm bell ringing in my head at once, I trusted her. Not that it made much difference. She changed positions, and I could feel hot breath on my thigh, hesitating.
“What are you doing?” Jacob asked, his voice almost offended.
“Warming her up.” Circe snapped. “I’ve bought from the stockades before, sheriff. Never have I had someone attempt to referee the act.” The voice from between my legs said. She was firm with him, sharp.
I half-wondered if I’d hallucinated the sweet talking. “ It’ll be over soon. You’ll be safe,” Circe reassured in my mind. I very nearly believed her.
When Jacob did not respond, she licked a slow stripe from the bottom to top of my cunt. Her tongue was hot and slick, teasing my slit and flourishing once around my clit when she arrived. I couldn’t help it; a low moan escaped my throat. I’d touched myself, of course, but nothing had ever felt like that, warm wetness that throbbed through me deliciously. In an instant I craved more.
As if she liked my response, Circe let out a soft groan of her own, flicking her tongue across my clit as she did. If I’d had any room to move I would have twitched.
“ Very good, sweetheart. Relax for me .” She said in my mind, before placing a soft kiss against my slit. I realized I’d been hyperventilating, and slowed my breath, closing my eyes. When her tongue pressed in, I cried out, wishing I could rock onto it with my hips. As if she could sense this, she moved her tongue in and out at an even pace, shallowly fucking me with her mouth.
My heart was racing. The feelings she stirred within me were burning hot and wrong for this situation. I should hate her for buying me, for using my body; I should not be relishing each press of her thick tongue, wishing I could buck against it.
She was a quick study - as she continued laving against my sex, it began to feel like an investigation. I whined when her mouth moved up to messily flick against my clit, and I nearly sobbed when she sucked it. It felt like she was building to something, but wasn’t quite there yet.
“ I’m going to stretch you now, sweetheart. I want you to be nice and comfortable when I ride you. ” She whispered from between my legs, two fingers gently tracing up my thigh as if in warning.
She gave me no time to consider this, pressing a thick finger into me while she sucked sharply on my clit. I moaned, feeling myself tense around her, practically milking her finger for more. I was dripping wet at this point, and she made a low hum of appreciation, swiftly spearing me with a second as her tongue flicked my clit yet again.
I wanted to ride her fingers, wanted to show my appreciation for her thorough attentions. All I could do was cry out, my hands uselessly curling around nothing. If this was my future, if she was in it, it was better than I could’ve dreamed. A cruel master would’ve taken me with no preparation, would’ve relished my discomfort. Circe talked through every action, as if I had a say in the matter. She spoke to me like a lover rather than an owner.
“ Come for me, sweetheart ,” she commanded, her voice quiet and her fingers unrelenting. Her tongue set into a fast paced rhythm, and I braced against it, crying out as I felt my orgasm build.
Circe was bliss inside me, winding me up like she knew my body better than I did. For a moment, I didn’t care that I was bound, that I couldn’t even see the woman pleasuring me; all I wanted was more . As she wrung an orgasm from me, I practically screamed. My muscles clenched around her fingers, begging for more friction, and my mouth hung open in shock, my whole body lax and shaking.
“ Good girl ,” I heard from between my legs, before feeling a chaste kiss to my inner thigh. I trembled in response, and she chuckled darkly.
I heard her move, settling once again behind my back, and the zip of pants coming undone. It was hard not to freeze in fear. It was terrifying enough knowing someone would be inside me, but even scarier to not even know what it looked like. I had an idea of what a cock looked like, assuming that was what she had released, but there was no knowing if it would be thick, thin, long…even human.
I felt something long and heavy across my lower back, ridges curling and natural lubricant making it slick. Decidedly inhuman. It was oddly shaped, fat and thick in some places and thinner with soft spikes in others; warm against my skin. She was letting me feel it before it went in me, almost as if to assuage my fears.
“ Get a feel for it, love. This is going to be inside you. ” She must’ve heard the shuddering gasp that I tried to keep held in. I doubted even half would fit inside me. It was clear this had not been her plan to begin with. “ We’ll go slowly. I’ll take care of you, okay sweetheart? ”
My head was swimming, pulse racing - but I found myself using what little room I had to nod. Her response was a firm hand at my hip, holding me in place.
I felt the head of it, bulbous and already leaking as she slotted into place. A gasp was wrenched from my lungs as she pressed in with one smooth stroke, the head popping in before she added any length.
I wanted to squirm, to push down and take more. I was sure I looked absolutely wanton, my face flushed and pussy dripping lewdly against her; I couldn’t bring myself to care. Circe had prepped me well, and there was no pain; just a driving need to get more of her. I tried to grind against her, desperate for movement.
“ Look at you, taking me so well. ” Her voice in my mind was strained, as if she was restraining herself from movement as much as I was. She fed me another few impossibly thick inches, stretching me uncomfortably full, and I breathed shallowly. “ You can take it, sweetheart. Breathe deep for me. ”
My eyes squinted from pain. She was patient though, pausing for me to slow my shuddering breaths. When Circe pushed deeper, slow as a glacier, I reminded myself to breathe. A sharp pinch told me that my hymen had snapped, and I couldn’t help the low grunt of pain.
“ Oh sweetheart ,” Circe’s voice cooed in my head. “ I’m so sorry. Talk to me, are you alright? ”
Could she hear my thoughts?
“ Yes, love. That’s what the mind-link is. Tell me how you’re feeling .”
Terrified . It was an errant thought, not the one I would’ve used if I’d had the ability to collect my mind. Embarrassed. On display. Desperate for her now that the ache had dulled, and further embarrassed that she knew that.
“ I’m so sorry. I’m going to kill him once you’re mine, you know. ”
Mine , my thoughts repeated stupidly, forgetting she could hear. Hers . I felt myself relax, and she slid deeper. My body let out a sigh of its own accord, contented and full to the brim.
“ Halfway there, sweetheart .” Circe whimpered. Aloud, she let out a long, low moan, and I felt it inside of me like a pulse. “ Is that good? Does my girl want some more? ”
Please , my brain supplied, and I felt her strong hands circle my waist, holding me as if afraid to let go. The ridges on her cock caught against me, the swollen spikes along the sides helping her to keep her hard-won depth.
I was so full of her, so slick from both our natural lubrications that I could feel it drip messily between my thighs. It was vulgar - the feeling of it should have made me cry out in terror. Instead I whimpered, the sound foreign to my ears, hitching and high pitched. It hurt so beautifully, the way she stretched me open like I was hers to mold.
Yours , my mind said just to her, no longer capable of a full sentence. I hadn’t even meant for it to slip out, but her quiet chuckle told me she heard it.
“ So good for me ,” Circe groaned. “ You’re so close to taking all of me. ” One of the hands circling my waist fell between my legs, rubbing a slow circle around my aching clit. I couldn’t hide the strangled yelp that I made when she did it, not that I wanted to hide any noise she’d earned.
I felt beyond my breaking point, beyond any reasonable persons breaking point - there was just so much sensation. Thick ridges that teased going in, the hefty weight of her thick appendage - I felt full in a way that I’d never thought possible, her soft spikes holding me in place as if I could run. As if I’d ever want to. The stretch bordered on painful, not from lack of preparation or desire, but simply from my own body’s limitations.
“ I’m going to bottom out, sweetheart ,” Circe warned me. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think; I heard a squeal fall from my mouth, unable to hold it back. “ Take a deep breath, love. Can you take a breath for me? ”
I gasped for air.
“ That’s my girl. You can do this. Alright sweetheart?” Tears welled up in my eyes, but I felt myself nodding as if possessed.
She slid the rest of the way in, her hips joining to mine, and I felt the air leave my lungs. My vision flashed white, and the pain travelled throughout my whole body from where we joined. I let out a sob, unable to rein it in, and the hand not lovingly rubbing my throbbing clit now rubbed tension from my shoulders, petted my hair, traced lines down my back.
She was pampering me, whispering encouragements I couldn’t focus on while she waited for my body to adjust. And it did, by inches. The pain lessened, my heartbeat in my ears slowing to a more reasonable pace. When I finally could focus on her rambling, nonsensical words, I was dumbfounded.
“ So gorgeous for me, my pretty girl.”
It snapped me out of my body, away from the pain and directly into the most intense pleasure I’d felt in my life. The spines inside me pressed against every soft spot I never knew I had, and I knew that when she moved it would rake across them. She was hot and deliciously thick inside me, and as we stayed still she dragged a slow circle with her hips keeping her depth, as if stirring me from within.
The sound that came out of me was unrecognizable, lewd in itself. A high pitched mewl, loud enough to wake half the town came from me; I didn’t care. All prior inhibitions had been left behind me, all embarrassment at being on display was gone. I didn’t care if anyone saw me being thoroughly and utterly claimed by Circe - my only coherent thought was more.
She obliged, pulling out halfway before promptly stuffing me full again. My toes were curling, my fingers desperate to grasp anything as she rutted into me over and over, deep and fast and satisfying. The hand that had been so gently massaging my back now pulled down on my hip, practically bouncing me on her. Her low moans only egged me on, made me want to make her fall apart faster.
“Like you were made to take me, sweetheart. My perfect girl,” she praised, redoubling her efforts on my clit. I didn’t know how she found the words while I was so lost in the feel of her. She could have asked me my own name at that moment, and the only word I would have said was “ Yours ”.
My orgasm hit me like a spark taking flame, quick and sharp and hot. I knew I screamed, knew people had walked out of their homes to see the commotion, yet could not even begin to open my eyes. I felt myself milking Circe, as if my body were begging her to spend in me. She slowed as she felt me wring against her, allowing me to readjust and keep from overstimulation.
When I was done, she slammed me to the hilt again, ravaging me with brutal depth and force. If she hadn’t taken her time with me, it would have been a devastating feeling - as it stood, my eyes brimmed with tears again, this time from how good she felt, how well she fit into me like a puzzle piece. Her rhythm was impeccable, driving me back to the brink in record time.
I felt her steady, unyieldingly deep rhythm stutter once, twice. I knew she was on the precipice of coming, and I was right there with her, building off my previous orgasm. Her throaty moans became desperate, her grasp on me inescapable.
I don’t know which of us set off the other - if I came first or she did. In an instant, I knew she was draining inside me, shooting stream after stream of liquid warmth that curled my toes. My body squeezed hers, pulsing and screaming for more of her as I came, falling apart underneath her.
“ You did so good for me, ” her voice whispered, catching.
I’m glad it was you . I thought it unimpeded, forgetting she could hear it, and nearly blushed. It felt oddly intimate, despite everything we’d just done together. Unmistakably earnest and tender, directed at the woman who’d just deflowered me in the town square.
We both panted quietly, spent. Her arms wrapped around me in what could have been an embrace under better circumstances. For a long moment, it was just her and I in quiet, sated bliss together. I could feel her heartbeat through her still-buried cock, racing just like mine. And then, of course, I remembered the rest of the town square.
“Fates alive, I’ve never heard a woman scream like that.” Jacob mused from behind me. “Thought you might’ve killed her halfway through.”
It wrenched me away from the moment with Circe, back to the reality that I was being watched. When I slid my eyes open, my cheeks grew hot as I recognized a few numbers within the gathered crowd.
“I could’ve assumed that, Sheriff. You looked at me like I had two heads for pleasuring a woman,” she retorted quickly. She pulled her softened cock out of me and quickly zipping it away, leaving me dripping lewdly in the morning light. “Now. Your disgusting bargain is settled. The girl is mine.”
“Fair enough.” Jacob snickered. “Just wanted to see her properly punished, you understand.”
Circe must have ended the mind link - either that, or she was indescribably calm compared to the burning outrage I felt. I could hear nothing of her voice, only my own internal monologue of curses.
Circe said nothing, but I heard the clink of keys being handed to her. My eyes had fallen shut at some point, too ashamed to look any member of the gathered crowd in the eye. Rushed footsteps came from behind me, followed by the click of a lock, and the sudden warmth of a hand tenderly untangling my legs from their constraints. Once I was able to stand, an overcoat was tucked onto me, shielding my nakedness.
I did not have time to look closely at Circe before the gun went off. As soon as I turned behind me, it rang sharply, one single shot and Jacob fell to the ground. Red blossomed from his linen shirt, pooling around him. And there stood my savior, finger on the trigger.
Her skin was a pale and lovely blue, nearly matching the color of the sky behind us, and marred with pink scars from battle. Platinum hair cropped close on one side, cut diagonal on the other. Her eyes were pitch black, framed with white lashes and little freckles like sea foam. She was a thing to behold; feminine, dangerous, cocky yet still holding an air of kindness. She scowled at the gathered crowd, and when she opened her plush lips to speak, I saw her teeth in rows and rows, layered and sharp as a sharks. She wore fine, tailored clothes that showed off her tall, muscled frame and shapely curves. Her shoulders were broad, her jawline thick, and she looked half ready to set the town ablaze.
“Let this be a lesson,” she said evenly, glowering out at the crowd. Her tone was almost casual, not even projecting to be heard. “If I hear tell of your village enslaving anyone again, you will not receive the mercy of just one death.”
“That girl is a murderer!” Cried a member of the crowd I recognized - one of the guards who’d caught me the night Mayor Jackson died.
Circe looked at the man for a long time, frowning, before turning her intense gaze to me.
“Is that true?” She asked, her voice just as soft and compassionate as it had been in my mind. I nodded my head slowly, rendered incapable of speech as she turned her attention on me.
“Good girl,” she smirked. “Can you walk?”
It was then that I realized she’d been holding me up with one arm. I was practically clinging to her as my legs shook, unable to support my weight. Whether that was fear or adrenaline was anyone’s guess.
“I…don’t think so. I’m sorry.” I mumbled, fighting the urge to turn away from her while my cheeks burned. With little preamble, she scooped my legs out from underneath me, cradling me in her arms like one might carry a bride. She was larger than I’d first thought, towering over me - but in her arms all I felt was protected.
“Rhetta, is it?” She asked as she pushed her way through the crowd. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Rhetta. How are you feeling?”
Well and thoroughly fucked , I thought, glad for the mind-link to be over. Retaining what little dignity I had, I made myself reply something not absolutely humiliating.
“Shockingly fine, all things considered,” I replied. I was even more taken aback to realize it was true. The stockades had felt like an incredible violation, but by the end I’d felt almost liberated by the profanity of it all. One thing, however, did weigh on me.
“Where are you taking me?”
“I’m taking you home, sweetheart,” she grinned, the nickname making my heart thunder in my chest. “We’ll get you cleaned up on the ship.”