Any hopes of the bailiff drastically helping her were dashed when she was taken back outside to the stocks and affixed into place. The night’s constable relieved the bailiff of his duty and wasted no time in relieving himself of sexual pressure. She heard an argument with the constable about the lantern by the stocks. Apparently one of the men wanted it to be dark for her punishment, but the constable wouldn’t allow it for her safety. Eventually a compromise was reached and a thick blindfold was wrapped around her eyes, making the night pitch-black for her. The blindfold wasn’t removed when the man finished, nor when the next man shot cum all over it. The blindfold remained while suspiciously feminine fingers pushed into her pussy and ass, and while what was undoubtedly a pussy was pressed to her lips for oral pleasures. She wasn’t a lesbian by any means, but she did her best to please the unknown woman, and that woman was replaced by another, and another, and she eventually reflected that she must have made a pretty good lesbian because the steady work for her tongue kept up for several hours.
Eventually, she was simply too tired to remain awake, especially without visual stimulation. Sleep took her as one of her nighttime visitors took his time in her pussy, and when she regained consciousness a different cock was in her ass. Eventually the blindfold was pulled off and the first rays of the morning sun shined on her cum-stained body as the bailiff relieved the night’s constable (who had just finished relieving himself again) to take her out of the stocks. Her second break was much like her first, except that the bailiff had already eaten, so instead of blowing him under the table, she was laid back on the table and he pushed into her throat, telling her how lucky she was to be getting this “second helping of breakfast.”
The morning of her first full day of punishment was almost pleasant. Nearly every man (and a good portion of the women) had taken their pleasure from her in the past day, and she had few “visitors.” That is, until the three brothers returned, leading a completely different group of people. They were the slaves from local plantations, who must have worked especially hard to get this kind of reward. Or perhaps the brothers were just bored and thought it’d be funny. The difference was largely academic to her, because the slaves were certainly looking at her body with relish. The youngest of the brothers whispered into her ear as the slaves were commanded to strip. They’d chosen the most… virile of the workers, he explained. Who hadn’t been allowed to breed, to fuck, in six months. She tried to remain detached, but those slaves scared her. They were certainly virile, each boasting a shaft that looked downright painfully large and fully hardened. She didn’t know what kind of depraved things they’d do to her, never having owned a slave.
Perhaps it was a mercy that these slaves were also incredibly submissive to their masters, and did exactly what was ordered. Perhaps it made their treatment of her worse than it’d be otherwise. But when one was ordered to push his “big black fucking nigger cock balls-deep into that tight fucking white ass” he obeyed, and the only thing that muffled her screams of pain was the cock usually forced down her throat. Their supply of slaves seemed limitless, and their cum voluminous. Each and every one was ordered to not finish except in her ass, and they obeyed. The sun had almost set when the last one finished, and the brothers took turns in her pussy, rubbing at her stomach and commenting at how all the cum from those slaves made her stomach visibly stretch, and how they could see the slave cocks stretch her throat wide open. She hoped the dirty talk helped them, but the last one didn’t cum until the sun was just barely over the horizon, setting mere moments later.
When she was stood up for her break, a veritable deluge of cum poured from her ass and spattered on the ground. She was hosed off and her eyes were dead as she relieved herself and ate the meager dinner, and she couldn’t even muster the care to try to please the bailiff when he took her pussy, lying back and staring into space as the man took her. Her second night was busier than the first, since the day’s slave treatment had largely excluded the white folk of the town. She noticed that the men were less likely to take her ass now, preferring to fuck her pussy or fill her throat. They must not have wanted to share a fuckhole with slaves. The gay couple gave her a very special treatment; the doctor fucked the accountant’s ass while he fucked her throat. They came in unison once again, and made out with each other as they left.
Her true, final punishment didn’t arrive until the afternoon of the third and final day. By now her body is soaked with cum as every man of the town gets one or two last shots at her. Her brain is fried and her body exhausted, the thousand-yard-stare setting in. She feels utterly broken and destroyed, and thinks she can sink no lower.
Hooves clop across the cobblestone behind her, and she feels the breath of a large mammal. Horror starts to set in and fear fills her. She expected the days of rape but not this, and she truly struggled at her bonds for the first time. There was a sniffing at her crotch as the animal figured out what was going on, and the horse reared up and put its hooves onto a crate that was placed for it. The animal’s massive cock slapped at her stomach and a handler started to guide the cock to her pussy. For the first time she started to beg, to plead to be released. She promised to spend every night for a year pleasuring the brothers if they’d just call off the horse. Only laughter replied to her and she felt the horse’s flared cockhead rub against her pussy. A thrust – a scream – and she passed out as the animal rutted inside her. The animal hadn’t stopped by the time she reawoke. With every thrust in, her stomach visibly expanded to fit the massive member, and the horse neighed it’s dominance as it thrust deeply into her, filling her with animal semen. She almost passed out again as the horse pulled out, and she heard the spatter of cum hitting the ground. As she watched the animal was led away, she recognized the judge’s prized Arabian. Being led in at the same time as the Arabian was led away was a massive Clydesdale stallion, a foot taller than the Arabian. The Clydesdale was already aroused and she got a good look at what was in store for her as the horse’s cock bounced between its legs. It was nearly as thick as her thigh and as long, and her fear redoubled.
No handler helped aim the horse’s cock this time. It thrust at her and missed several times before the gargantuan head found a hole. Unluckily for her it was her ass, and tears streamed from her eyes as she screamed out her agony. The people still watching gasped and the women cringed in empathic fear, but no-one was allowed to intervene since no permanent harm appeared to be done. The horse didn’t understand why she screamed so, and couldn’t care either. It cared only for it’s own genetic imperative to deposit semen and rutted and raped at the tiny body beneath it. By the time it was done, the only ones still smiling were the three brothers who’d caused all this.
When the doctor removed her from her bonds a few hours early, nobody was willing to argue, and the week of jail time was served entirely in the infirmary recuperating.
Three bodies were found marred beyond recognition outside of town a month later. Oddly, no-one bothered to question her. No charges were brought and the town simply tried to forget the lines that had been crossed.
Postscripts:
Some notes about the characters I had while writing it: The three brothers who set her up are two older identical twins and one younger brother who always tried to match the other two. The “gay” couple aren’t strictly speaking “gay,” they’re bisexual in a committed two-male relationship. In my own mind they look rather like high elves of fantasy, long straight blonde hair. I referred to them as gay because as far as the town knows they are. The day’s bailiff is a big, burly guy, while the night’s constable is a thin, hawklike fellow.
The ending… wasn’t really what I had planned. It kinda just flowed like that. Sorry if I killed any boners there. Also: Another story when I don’t name my characters! Hooray! Names are for wimps!