The Stocks

All I did was steal a few apples.

Well, okay, more than a few. A crate load actually.

Okay. Several crates. And they were in a cart.

But what do you expect, leaving a horse and cart unattended like that? It was a perfect opportunity, or it seemed like it anyway.

But surely a day and night in the stocks was unnecessary and a bit over the top.

My neck and wrists were locked inside the wooden board of the stocks, forcing me to bend over. I have never felt so humiliated in my life.

The daytime had been bad enough. People kept laughing at me and throwing things, including apples which I presume is supposed to be ironic but I find to be a bit immature.

But nothing could have prepared me for the night.

Firstly, it was dark, the streets were quiet and abandoned, and I was there all alone - until the thieves came. They stole my shoes and the very shirt from my back, I couldn’t even move to stop them. Shouting and swearing at them had no effect. Then they were gone and I was utterly alone again.

I thought it couldn’t get any worse. It did.

Three men appeared and I recognised them, they had been there during the day watching people throw things at me and they had just stared at me, grinning ominously. It had unsettled me and I certainly didn’t like the fact that they were here right now while I was alone and vulnerable.

Two of them went behind me and I couldn’t turn my head to see what they were doing. Suddenly I felt two hands cup my ass and start rubbing me through the trousers. Understandably, I started screaming at them, especially when a hand groped under the material and ran in the cleavage between my cheeks. I tried to struggle but between the two of them they had a firm grasp on me. One of the men had sat down in front of my legs, kneeling with his back against the post which my hands and head were attached to, and he started undoing my trousers and pulling them down my legs.

I was still shouting like crazy, telling them to get off me, when the man in front of me told me to be quiet or I’d wake everyone in the nearby houses. I’d been so distracted with the other two that it wasn’t until he moved in front of my face that I realised he’d pulled himself out of his trousers. My eyes widened in horror as he forced himself into my mouth, muffling my cries.

My ass was entirely naked by this point, the cold air made me shiver and I whimpered, feeling utterly defeated, helpless and terrified as I felt fingers force themselves inside me. The fingers were slick and moved more easily and less painfully than I’d expected, and I knew the man had used some sort of lubricant. Even through the discomfort and pain of the fingers inside me I could feel my body reacting. My embarrassment doubled as I felt myself becoming hard. The man kneeling against the post started laughing and I knew he’d noticed my arousal. He started to caress it with his fingers as I tried to squirm away from his touch.

The pain intensified as the man fingering me forced his own arousal deep into me. It was lubricated but that did little to numb the pain. I cried out, the sound muffled against the man who was still rocking his dick into my mouth.

I tried desperately to wriggle away from the invasion of my ass, twisting my back, but the man held tightly onto my hips, pulling me against him. Every time I struggled I only managed to pull away from him an inch or two, only to have him pull me back into place, forcing his dick all the way back into me again. Realising my struggling was essentially just resulting in my fucking myself on his penis I stayed still. He held me close against him, all the way inside of me but not yet moving, not yet bucking into me.

The other man’s fingers were still around my arousal, tugging gently, it was becoming far too pleasurable and when he wrapped his lips around me and began sucking me I felt shame and embarrassment like I’d never felt before and as my arousal grew and I found myself involuntarily pushing down into his mouth - which resulted in me also pushing up and down on the member inside my ass. I tried to keep myself still, but every now and then I’d find myself rocking my hips automatically.

The man behind me suddenly began to pound into me, gripping my hips tightly and pulling me against him with each stroke. This also forced me to push my dick in and out of the other man’s mouth, who was still down on his knees in front of me, as well as forcing me to rock against the man holding onto my face with his dick in my mouth, forcing my head to bob up and down in his lap.

I felt the man who was fucking me from behind cum first, then the man I was performing oral on came next, closely followed by the man on the floor who was
Masturbating into his hand. But even after they’d all came they continued to rape me, continued to molest, suck and fuck me and I knew that they were not going to stop until they’d forced me to cum too.

It was several minutes. Several long, horrible, tormenting, humiliating minutes until I felt myself getting close. But I didn’t want to cum, the shame was unbearable enough already. So I tried to shift my body’s position, tried to stop the man who was fucking me from hitting *that* delicious, excruciating spot. But I was merely delaying the inevitable.

I came violently into the warm heat of the kneeling man’s mouth, I whimpered around the dick still in my mouth and my whole body shivered.

The man on the floor removed his mouth from my dick and I heard him inform the others that I had orgasmed. They laughed at me as they pulled their dicks out of me, cleaned me up slightly and rearranged my clothes to make me somewhat presentable the next day when I would be released from the stocks and my punishment over.

I knew one thing for sure. When people referred to the stocks as a punishment of public humiliation, they were a hundred percent right.

The end.

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