The Sacrificial Lamb

Literotic asexstories – The Sacrificial Lamb by thelastenglishking,thelastenglishking
Eve looked down to her left wrist, but her watch was missing. It, along with the rest of her jewellery had been removed; even Eve’s wedding ring… most especially the wedding ring. Eve’s clothes were missing too, she was naked, save for the leather collar about her neck and the length of light chain, which secured Eve to the scrubby tree beside which she sat.

Eve didn’t need her watch to know the time, it was around eight-thirty o’clock in the morning, on the last Saturday in June. Eve knew her location too, she was at Chatsworth Park in Derbyshire. Tough not in the landscaped gardens and parkland adjacent to the house, Eve was up on the heath to the east, where it climbed towards Beeley Moor, a mile or more from the nearest road.

The day wasn’t cold, but it ought to have been warmer; a cloud bank had drifted in from the North Sea overnight and the morning was misty, with fine rain falling. The rain was light, but in Eve’s nakedness it proved sufficient to raise goose-bumps on her skin and turn her nipples bullet-hard; though perhaps the rain wasn’t entirely responsible for the latter?

Eve had had this dream — or was it perhaps a nightmare? – a thousand times or more, throughout her whole adult life; but this was the first time it had never rained. Then again, until this morning it had always been just that… a fantasy. While the limited visibility would provide Eve with camouflage for what was to come, it might just as easily provide too much and perhaps no one would discover her here?

It was about twenty minutes before that concern was answered; Eve heard a dog begin to bark; the barking grew louder and a few moments later it arrived in the small clearing where she sat. The sound was deep and heavy, befitting the dog’s size when it appeared and though it sounded inquisitive rather than aggressive, Eve climbed to her feet as the dog approached.

Some breed of wolfhound perhaps? When it bounded forward and reared-up, it’s front paws reached as high as Eve’s shoulder. Be it Eve’s stumbling beneath its weight, or her rain-slicked skin, but the dog lost balance and dropped back to the ground, its claws leaving scratches along Eve’s arm and across her right breast and ribcage as its paws slid away.

Before the dog could leap-up again, a shout of “Si’down Rex!” boomed out and the dog settled obediently onto it’s haunches. Eve’s attention turned in the direction of the voice: The man who’d called was tall, dark and athletic, with a rugged, unshaven face, probably in his mid-thirties, so around Eve’s own age. A grin appeared on his face as he added “So what’ve you found today Rex?”

The man strode across the clearing toward Eve, his hand grasping the tag attached to Eve’s collar; it was tight beneath Eve’s chin, she couldn’t read it herself. “Well now, this says she’s a ‘bitch in heat’… Though not the sort to interest you eh Rex? But… As my old Gran used to say… Waste not want not.” The man caught Eve by her hips, lifting and spinning her around onto hands and knees.

Eve felt the man drop to his own knees behind her, she heard the rattle of his belt buckle and the hum of his trouser-zipper, followed by a grunt of “wider” as a hand pressed on the inside of each of Eve’s thighs. Next came the sensation of the man’s cock stroking back and forth through Eve’s pubic hair, searching for and soon finding, the moist centre of her womanhood; he penetrated Eve an instant later.

His incursion wasn’t violent, but it was powerful; more than half of the man’s cock entered Eve with that first thrust and a second thrust delivered Eve of the remainder. Eve’s gasp of accommodation was lost beneath the man’s bestial growl of conquest and after a few seconds hiatus to savour Eve’s subjugation, the man’s fingers grasped Eve by her hips and he once more began to move.

Their coupling was forceful, with the man offering no subtlety, just a hard and metronomic fucking. Eve doubted that the man had managed twenty strokes before he tensed-up and his fingers bit even harder into the flesh around Eve’s hips. The man bellowed in climax and began pumping semen into Eve’s vanquished cunt; Eve barely noticed, her own climax had arrived long before.

Hardly surprising, Eve had dreamt of this moment for almost twenty-years; she’d been more than ready. The heat had begun spreading from Eve’s groin by the man’s third penetration and by his sixth her sheath had been pulsing around his cock. At a dozen strokes Eve had dropped to her elbows and wailed like a banshee as that long-imagined orgasm had ripped through her with a power that surpassed even the most vivid of Eve’s fantasies.

By the time Eve recovered her equilibrium the man was gone. Glancing around Eve caught a final sight of his dog at the clearing’s edge, then it too disappeared into the mist. Eve dropped completely to the ground and lay there until she regained enough energy to drag herself around to again sit with her back resting against the tree to which she was tethered. Eve was still sat there when she heard the noise… A metallic swirling, rattle.

Eve looked up as the sound resolved itself into that of a mountain-bike. A fair-haired young man in his early-twenties stared at Eve from its saddle, then raising and waving his arm, the man turned away and began shouting: “Joey! Joey! Over here… come’n”look at this!” Having presumably attracted Joey’s attention, he climbed off his bicycle and let it drop to the floor as he walked towards Eve.

A second and matching, bicycle had arrived before the man reached her; Eve noted that this second cyclist was a match to the first, they had to be brothers, perhaps even twins? The second cyclist rode straight into the clearing, stopping between his advancing brother and Eve. Discarding his bike with similar carelessness, he enquired: “So what’ve we got here Mike? She looks ripe for a shag and well tasty too… I’m having a piece of that.”

“Not yet you’re not. I spotted her, so I’m getting first dibs… you can have the sloppy seconds.” Joey stepped aside with a grin, conceding precedence to his brother without argument. Having finally reached Eve’s position, Mike bent forward, gasped her by the ankles and dragged her onto the flatter ground, clear of the tree; Eve yelped but didn’t offer any resistance.

Mike casually unzipped his lycra cycling suit, pulled it off his shoulders and wriggled it down to his knees. Without speaking, the man placed a foot between Eve’s calves and tapped it against them both, Eve maintained her silence as she compliantly parted her legs in response. Kneeling between Eve’s open thighs, Mike took a moment to stroke Eve’s left breast and mutter “some cracking tits on her too.”

Joey was nodding and sniggering in agreement as Mike steered his cock into Eve’s pussy and penetrated to his full length with a single easy thrust. Looking around to his brother Mike growled: “Sweet… Though I’m guessing that we’re both getting sloppy-seconds.”

Eve lay submissive as Mike used her and despite the lurid encouragement of his brother, Mike took Eve quite slowly and gently. His hands and mouth expended as much attention and energy on her breasts as his cock did between her legs and Eve’s left nipple along with a good proportion of her breast were deep inside Mike’s mouth when he jerked, froze and began pumping cum into her receptive channel.

Having shot his load, Mike whispered ‘thank you’ and planted a few gentle kisses upon Eve’s breasts, before moving away to allow Joey to take his turn. Looking up Eve saw that Joey’s cycling suit too had been peeled off and was bunched halfway down his thighs; while Joey’s face also wore a smile, his didn’t presage the kindliness of his brother.

Eve’s assumption proved correct: Joey leant over and gasped Eve by her hair; that was tied back in a single thick plait. Jerking Eve upright, Joey used the plait to lift her from the ground as he snarled “I’m not getting my knees shit-up fucking you on the floor”. He turned Eve around and pushed her forward as he added “Grab ahold of that tree and open your legs.”

Eve meekly complied, though that didn’t earn her any more consideration: Joey slapped her hard on the buttocks and growled “Wider! Get your cunt a bit lower!” Eve had earned three more harsh slaps before Joey was satisfied with her stance; two seconds later and the full length of his shaft was buried between Eve’s legs, driven there with a single, vicious thrust.

Things didn’t get any easier, Joey pounded into Eve like a maniac and when Mike suggested he should ‘take it easy bro’ Joey replied “Why? The dirty slut can take it!” Joey speared into Eve so hard that one foot was lifted clear of the ground with each penetration; occasionally it was both feet! The assault was remorseless, but and perhaps fortunately, also short-lived.

Joey’s hands had been mauling at Eve’s breasts throughout, until heralded by a feral growl, they clenched tight about the delicate orbs, twisting the flesh and pinching hard on Eve’s nipples. The barbarous pounding of Joey’s cock ceased in the same moment, he was deep inside Eve, while she had one leg in mid-air and the other barely touching ground with the tips of her toes; Eve felt his semen spurt and flow into her ravaged body.

Despite the harsh assault, Eve too had climaxed, perhaps even harder than she had beneath, the the dog-walker? Mike’s gentle ministrations had nicely… primed her, while his brother’s subsequent abuse — a violation just such as Eve had craved — touched-off a truly volcanic orgasm, the sounds from which drowned-out even Joey’s crude shouts of climax.

Eve’s feet once more found solid ground, when Joey released her breasts and eased away, but she still clasped tight to the tree as her trembling legs struggled to her upright. Eve listened as Mike now called to his brother: “Fucking Hell Joey! Get your kit on and let’s get out of here; somebody must have heard that commotion!”.

Eve’s legs failed her as she listened to their bicycle wheels begin to turn and despite gripping hard to the tree’s trunk, Eve finally slid to the ground, her breasts, belly and face scraping against the tree-bark as she descended. Despite the lads’ concerns, it was quite a while before Eve was next discovered, though Eve was still embracing that tree trunk when she was.

It was a man on an off-road motorcycle; Eve was so dissipated that he’d pulled-up in the clearing before she’d even heard, never mind seen him approach. All of the Estate’s roads and tracks are off limits to motor vehicles and sign-posted to advise of that; the expression on the man’s face suggested that his violation that edict was small-beer compared to the one which he intended to commit next.

Having stared at Eve for several seconds and indeed, she at him, the man sounded his bike’s horn three or four times, before stopping the engine and climbing off. He strode across to Eve, grasped her by the ankles and roughly dragged her away from the tree; Eve was again supine in the dirt, with legs spread and a man again knelt between them when she heard the second motorbike’s arrival.

By the time that first man had finished with her, Eve had heard several more motorbike engines; she never did discover exactly how many were in the gang. Eve heard that first man advise his friends that “she’s got a nice tight cunt, but she’s a slick little bitch; there’s been a few in there already.” Then a dispute broke out between the rest regarding which of them would be,,, enjoying Eve next.

That argument was settled, or at least eased, by a suggestion — Eve had no idea from whom — which did gain agreement: One of the men rolled a bike over towards Eve and set it on its stand, while two more pulled Eve to her feet and draped her sideways across its saddle: “There you go, we can fuck the slut from both ends now… have two at a time.”

Further debate then ensued as to which two men would be first, but that almost immediately faded away as one, perhaps more… canny man, ignored the discussion and simply stepped forward and mounted Eve. He caught Eve by her hips, kicked her ankles apart and sank his cock into her overused pussy: You’re right, she’s had a few before us… but her cunt’s still fairly tight.”

As he was speaking, a second man grasped Eve’s plait, jerked her head up and forced his cock between her lips; Eve’s lips were already parted in response to the pain of her hair being pulled. The man didn’t instruct Eve to suck or lick his cock, he instead just fucked her mouth and throat with as much vigour as the man between her legs and snarled: “Fresh as a daisy at this end… the dirty whore must’ve been swallowing it.”

It wasn’t Eve’s first experience of oral sex, she pleasured her husband Adam that way on high-days and holidays, but never quite like this. Adam would lie quietly while Eve gently… explored and teased using her lips and tongue, as a precursor to ‘normal’ sex. Today it was an end in itself, the man using her mouth like a second pussy, no doubt intent on depositing his seed in there too.

That all said, it wasn’t unexpected, indeed Eve’s dreams had long, perhaps always included having her mouth used in this way; in fact in exactly this way! Two men taking her in tandem; Eve had learnt that it was called ‘spit-roasting’ and had long craved it. Once Eve had overcome the sensation of choking and gagging during those first few seconds, she discovered this assault too was all that she’d imagined.

The man fucking Eve’s pussy climaxed quickly and he was swiftly replaced; Eve’s own orgasm arrived shortly after that. The man using Eve’s mouth took a while longer and Eve was grateful for that; it allowed her to… savour the experience of having her mouth flooded with semen for the first time. The gagging sensation returned, but only for a moment; thereafter, this sensation too exceeded Eve’s expectations.

The flavour was still fresh on Eve’s tongue when the second man in her pussy unloaded his spunk inside her; the next man in line was the one who took Eve’s final virginity. Until only seven or eight years ago Eve hadn’t even known anal sex was… a thing. Eve’s immediate reaction to the discovery had been disgust,considering it sordid, debased… vile! But in the years since, it’d made ever more frequent appearances in Eve’s dreams.

Eve had known, or at least, thought likely… perhaps just hoped? That some man would choose to take his pleasure in her backside. Forewarned is forearmed and before setting out that morning Eve had lathered her bum — both inside and out! – with almost a whole tube of a gel-lubricant. That which had remained Eve’d deployed around her pussy lips and inner thighs, where it had already proved its value.

Eve sensed the third man shuffle in behind her, felt his hands grasp and spread her buttocks and heard the growled “Her arse still looks fresh..” Through discrete enquiries into anal sex Eve had learnt the importance of staying relaxed and not tensing-up, but that information proved redundant; Eve didn’t get the chance to do either, a split second later the man’s cock-head and half his shaft speared into Eve’s virgin bottom.

The lubricant proved its worth once again, though Eve still screamed out in her violation; how could she not, it was barbaric! Eve’s scream only dwindled when the man’s penetration had driven the last of the breath from her lungs, not that anyone would’ve heard it. The cock between Eve’s lips muted it to some extent, while any sound that did get by was drowned-out by the shouts and cheers of the men surrounding her.

Eve was still fighting to recover her breath when the man began to piston into her; an assault which he precursed with another growl: “Tight as a fuckin drum! I don’t reckon anyone’s been in here, but they’ve not cum inside ‘er if they ‘ave.”

The man’s review was immediately answered: “Then don’t shoot your load into her either, keep it sweet for the rest of us.”

Eve shuddered beneath those words.: She’d fantasised about being taken anally, but even with the lubricant’s aid, the reality was more… strenuous than she’d envisaged. Eve felt full to bursting! Her temperature had gone through the roof and within just a few seconds sweat was pouring from every pore!

Only when Eve got her breathing back in check did she begin to appreciate the plus sides, the first being that sensation of being full to bursting! Eve had always known that she was sexually acquiescent and while Adam had too rarely… utilised that trait, it had invariably come to the fore in her dreams. But in neither the real world nor her fantasies, had Eve enjoyed such a feeling of submission as the next few minutes delivered

Eve was like a rag-doll, nothing more than a fuck toy for those two men! The man before her had one hand entwined in Eve’s plait and the other roughly fondling her breasts while he drove his cock in and out of her mouth and not just her mouth, he penetrated right into her throat! Meanwhile, the man behind tightened his grip on Eve’s hips and recklessly pounded his cock into her bum.

When the man violating Eve’s bum slipped a hand around her waist to force a finger into her pussy, Eve’s arousal jumped a step higher. A second later Eve realised the man’s hands were both still biting into her hips; so that finger — now two! – penetrating her pussy belonged to a third man. Not even Eve’s most salacious fantasies had stretched that far!

Eve’s orgasm was immediate and stronger than anything she’d ever even envisaged. So powerful that Eve barely registered the man shooting his load into her mouth, face and hair and the climax of the man pounding into her bowel not at all. Only after Eve resurfaced from the abyss did she realise that it was a different man now parting her buttocks and pressing a cock between them; or recognise the fresh wetness pooled on her lower back was semen not sweat

Soon after that, Eve lost track of… well, pretty much everything; not least any sense of time. As for the motorbike gang… well, Eve hadn’t known how many there were to begin with and while she later guessed at five or six, it could easily have been seven, Eve had little chance of reaching a definitive answer during the course of her ordeal as most, perhaps all the men, yook her more than once.

That was the one of the few points on which Eve could be suee: More than once Eve had tasted something that she recognised immediately – her own juices! – amidst the semen and male-musk coating a cock that slid across her tongue. Other cocks had carried an altogether…. mustier flavour, a seasoning which Eve thought likely to have originated in her own bum.

That second man hadn’t been the last to use Eve’s cunt, nor had all the men who’d followed the third adhered to the stipulation of not depositing their semen inside her arse; Eventually, Eve’s bowel was as awash with cum as her pussy. While Eve continued to enjoy climaxes of her own, none ever reached the summit to which that first man who’d used her arse had driven her and by the end, Eve was simply exhausted.

Eve knew her ordeal was reaching its end when she heard an authoritative voice calling: “Time we were out of here fellas. If we stop much longer some busy-body will see us and call the cops, then the shit will really hit the fan.”

Desoite her exhaustion, that had drawn a smile from Eve: Despite the… distraction of the men’s assault, Eve had noticed several people passing by in her peripheral vision. Most had hurried on, but a few had loitered to watch the show. None had tried to intervene, but Eve couldn’t blame them for that, had the situation been reversed, Eve doubted that she would have had the courage to do so either.

One man was still fucking Eve — in her pussy — when she heard the first motorcycle start; by the time he’d finished they’d all disappeared save the one that Eve was draped across. Not three seconds later Eve was pulled off it, dumped unceremoniously onto the floor and that one too fired-up and sped away; its rear wheel carelessly bespattering Eve with mud as it departed… The men were finished with Eve, she was now irrelevant.

Rather than damp grass — that light rain was still falling! – Eve now lay in a pool of liquid mud; that motorbike had been parked in a low-spot and the men circling Eve in their heavy boots had cut the ground to shreds. Exhausted though she was, Eve began dragging herself back toward the higher ground, clear of the filthy water; Eve was struggling with that when the couple arrived at her side.

Eve had seen them earlier, they’d been two of the people who’d tarried to watch Eve’s violation. Eve recognised them from their clothing, both dressed in khaki shorts, shirts and those floppy bush-hats; they looked better suited to an African Safari rather than a damp morning in the Peak District. Close-up Eve could see them in detail and her first thought was: ‘They’re old people; thank God for that’.

Eve guessed that the pair were older than her own parents; late sixties at least. The man was very tall, skeletally thin and pale, but with raven-black hair — that must surely be dyed? – with a goatee beard to match. The woman — clearly she was the one in charge — was his polar opposite, barely five feet tall and a hundred pounds, with grey-flecked, once red hair; Eve was minded of a dormouse.

Having helped Eve to a slightly drier and more comfortable location, the woman sat down beside her and proffered a bottle of water pulled from her rucksack. The man towered above them both, moving restlessly from one foot to the other. “Take this and have a drink. But rinse out your mouth first my Dear, wash away the taste of those horrible men.”

As Eve complied, the woman turned to her husband and snapped “Oh do keep still Stan! And pass me your water bottle too.” Stan complied promptly and while Eve slowly sipped on the water and recovered herself, the woman produced a small towel, which along with Stan’s bottle of water, she used to wipe the worst signs of Eve’s ordeal from her face, before moving on to Eve’s arms and shoulders.

The cool damp cloth felt wonderfully relaxing and restorative and it was a couple of minutes before Eve moved a muscle; even then it was just a stiffening of her body and a sharp intake of breath: Having cleansed Eve’s neck and décolletage, the mouse-woman’s hand had slipped lower, onto Eve’s breasts; Eve twitched when the woman’s hand touched her nipple, the sensation felt like a small electrical shock.

Eve’s nipple re-hardened in an instant, but Eve wrote it off to the effect of the cool water-soaked cloth on that sensitive bud. Realisation only dawned when the woman’s hand moved to Eve’s right breast; rather than the damp cloth it was the woman’s bare fingertips which had stroked Eve’s nipples. That touch didn’t feel quite right for cleaning off the filth and it certainly seemed a little more… protracted than it needed to be.

A second longer and Eve would’ve said something, but the woman’s hand slipped lower, wiping the underside of Eve’s breasts, then down onto her belly. The electrical-crackles had passed, but Eve began to tremble; not so much from what the woman’s hand was doing now, but from thoughts of how much further south it planned on travelling and what the woman intended when it got there!

It was the sound of Stan’s voice which broke the tension: “So how is she? Is she going to be alright? They’ve not… damaged her have they?”

“Calm down Stan, Eve’s going to be fine. The scrapes and bruises might take a few days to fade away, but she’s a healthy young woman; a hot bath and a good night’s sleep, will see her as right as rain. Now sit yourself down on that rock, Stan, you’re making the place look untidy ” While the woman’s words were reassuring, Eve endured a tremble of… unease; though she couldn’t quite say why.

Stan had settled on a rock before he spoke again and when he did, Eve began trembling with a vengeance: “So if she’s young, fit and healthy like you say, then why can’t I fuck her? One more cock in her pussy isn’t going to matter.”

“Don’t be bloody ridiculous Stan! Have you seen the state of her… between her legs; It’s like a sewer down there… back and front! Today’s Saturday, so you’ll no doubt want to shag me this evening… There’s no way on earth that I’m letting you poke your cock around inside that cesspit and then afterwards put it into me…”

Eve gasped in astonishment, while Stan wailed like a petulant child, in the few seconds before the woman continued: “…And what the hell are you doing sat there? That was the rock I told you to sit on.”

“But this one’s more comfortable, that rock’s all jaggedy”

“Jaggedy it might be, but she’s shackled to this tree and the chain won’t stretch that far. You’ll need to move over there if she’s going to suck your cock for you.”

Stan moved immediately, unfastening his shorts as he went. Eve meanwhile was stunned and remained silently compliant as the woman grabbed her by her plaint and using like a leash, led Eve on hands and knees across the few feet of grass to where Stan now waited. Only at the last did Eve resist; trying to shy away at the sight of Stan’s erect and now exposed cock.

Stan had the biggest cock that Eve had ever seen, even those in the videos that Eve knew she ought not to watch. Its head glowed purple and in stark contrast to Stan’s pale thighs, the skin of its shaft was a deep brown… And it wasn’t straight! Stan’s cock was gnarled and bumpy; seeming to twist and curve like an ancient olive tree as it rose up from his pubic hair.

Despite Stan’s apparent age his cock looked as hard as an iron bar, an impression confirmed when Eve wrapped her fingers around — or at least as far as they’d reach! – around it; neither Stan nor the woman had ordered Eve to do that, Eve simply couldn’t resist. It felt unusually warm beneath Eve’s fingers… almost hot! And in further defiance of his age, Eve noted that Stan’s pubes too were raven-black.

The woman had now passed the leash of Eve’s plait to Stan and by so doing, presumably passed control over Eve herself to him too? Stan didn’t need to do anything with it; Eve already knew that Stan wanted his cock sucked and she was happy, indeed eager, to oblige. Eve climbed onto her knees and without hesitation rocked forward to engulf the cock’s magnificent crown.

Stan gave an approving grunt so Eve went again, spearing some of his thick shaft beyond her lips too. Those knots and bumps rumbled between Eve’s lips and bounced across her tongue, the sensation was arousing beyond belief and the taste of Stan’s cock was… just yummy. Eve felt the heat she’d noticed earlier and the flavour was hot too; spicy, like a sweet curry. A world away from any that had been there before it.

Greedy for more, Eve pressed down for a third time and went even deeper, Stan’s cock-head slipped further into her throat… and there it wedged, Eve couldn’t pull free! Eve suffered a moment of panic before her head was plucked free from Stan’s cock. It was the woman who’d rescued her and as Eve’s her heart-rate and breathing settled, the woman spoke into Her ear:

“Don’t try so hard Eve, you’ll do yourself a mischief. Stan doesn’t expect you to swallow it all; he’ll need to teach you before you can do that… It took me years before I could manage get it all in.” Eve stared at the woman in wide-eyed amazement, given how petite she was, Eve found it hard to envisage her accommodating all of Stan’s cock inside her pussy, never mind inside her mouth and throat!

Taking heed of the woman’s words, Eve re-applied herself to Stan’s erection; now concentrating on the quality rather than quantity of her attentions. The wordless sounds coming from between Stan’s lips and the feeling of his hand tensing, then easing and clenching once again as it stroked through Eve’s hair, suggested that she was hitting the spot for Stan.

Eve took time out to ease her over-stretched jaw and instead lavished adoration on Stan’s shaft and balls with her tongue, teeth and fingers. The spicy-sweet flavour seemed stronger down there and also beneath Stan’s foreskin; Eve couldn’t get enough of that! Eve became so engrossed by Stan’s cock that she was barely aware of the woman once more cleaning her down with the damp flannel.

The mouse-lady had already cleaned-off the sweat, mud and spent semen from Eve’s back, buttocks and thighs; it was only when Eve sensed pressure between those thighs that she finally took notice. Eve felt the scratch of fingernails, the woman’s hand was between her legs, but not with a flannel! Eve started at the touch and immediately, felt Stan’s hand tighten in her hair.

Eve’s breathing and heart-rate sky-rocketed; though Stan’s reassuring whisper of: “Don’t worry Eve… she won’t hurt you.” eased her fears just a little, Eve was far from comfortable. Eve’s attention remained fixed upon the woman’s encroaching hand and her disarmingly soft-spoken words; even Eve’s most scandalous fantasies had never included another woman!

Stan’s crooned reassurances and his gentle stroking of her hair, didn’t quell Eve’s tremors as she felt the woman’s hand move upward between her thighs. But, despite Eve’s concerns, when the woman instructed her to open her legs wider, Eve did so without demur. The woman’s fingers then teased between Eve’s labia and when the woman spoke again, Eve found her words, or perhaps her touch almost hypnotic:

“Those boys have really had their fun with you haven’t they.” The fingers – more than one – probed deeper. “Like a pack of wild dogs, taking turns to cover their bitch.” The finger’s — now three, perhaps even all four? – were fully inside Eve’s dissipated channel. “They’ve flooded you with cum, you’re overflowing with it; that tag at your collar’s accurate… you were their bitch in heat.”

The woman’s touch became more aggressive… forceful; Eve realised that it was now all four of the woman’s fingers and her thumb too! Drawn together into a cone, or perhaps a spear’s head; the hand twisted and writhed like a snake; pressing harder and ever deeper, into Eve’s unprotected pussy. “But they were careless with you Eve; wasteful… After you’ve filled a bitch’s cunt with semen, you shouldn’t allow it to just leak out again.”

The woman redoubled her efforts and Eve felt her knuckle joints and then the heel of her hand grind against her clitoris, crushing the sensitive nub against the constraint of her pubic bone. Eve yelped around Stan’s cock at the jolt of pain and an instant later gasped in her relief when the woman’s hand slid past it, to distend the more elastic cleft beyond.

Eve’s breathing was deep and strained, feeling a similar… fullness, to when that first man had taken her bum earlier. In a further reminder of that harsh assault, the woman’s honeyed-voice turned harsher too. “Knotting! That’s what a come-filled bitch needs; now you get back to sucking on Stan’s cock, while I push all this come into your womb… where it’s meant to go.”

Eve felt the woman’s fingers spread wide, then close once again, but now clenched into a fist; a gut-bursting ball that she began to slowly pump back and forth inside Eve’s ravaged channel. Stan was still stroking Eve’s hair and it was he who now spoke: “Back to work Eve, just like Lucy told you… She isn’t going to let you come until I do, but don’t fret, I won’t take much longer..”

That re-focused Eve’s wandering thoughts: She hadn’t envisaged the woman’s incursion and would’ve refused point-blank if asked, but having now accommodated it, Eve realised that she’d enjoyed it. Eve was very aroused, knew this sapphic penetration could give her another orgasm and Eve craved that orgasm! Almost equally, Eve craved Stan’s climax; would his semen taste as yummy as his cock did?

Eve was now on a mission, she really went to town on Stan’s cock; taking it increasingly deeper into her throat, then laving the crown with her tongue between penetrations. Eve allowed it well beyond the point where it’d lodged that first time and from the growing intensity of Stan’s rumbled gasps and groans, Eve sensed he was appreciating her efforts.

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That must have been apparent to the woman too, still working her fist inside Eve’s cunt she muttered “Well aren’t you an eager little cock-sucker… I’ll bet that it doesn’t take Stan very long to train you to his satisfaction.”

Almost as the woman spoke, Eve felt Stan’s grip tighten in her hair and two seconds later, the first stream of cum was discharged inside her mouth. Stan’s seed did carry the spicy-sweet taste that she’d hoped for and Eve would’ve swallowed every drop had the old woman not chosen just that moment to press and twist her hand both deeper and harder into Eve’s pussy.

Eve bucked, twisted and squealed as the resulting orgasm ripped through her and the last two streams of Stan’s semen fell like ribbons across Eve’s face. By the time that Eve had recovered — seconds, minutes, a life time? God knows! – It was the woman who was grasping Eve by the hair as she licked the spilled seed from her face. Even in her dissolution, Eve thought ‘it’s not just me who loves Stan’s flavour’.

It seemed only moments later that Stan and his wife returned Eve to her favoured spot beside the tree. Eve watched as Stan re-ordered himself and his wife wiped her hand and arm free of Eve’s outpouring, before leaning down to deliver a light and almost maternal kiss to her cheek. “Rude I know, but we have to rush away right now or risk being late for lunch with our grand-children.”

A they strode away toward the main path, Stan paused for one moment and looked back; a lascivious grin on his face. “You really are a most delightful poppet Eve, I do hope that our paths cross again… preferably somewhere that’s a little more discrete and a lot more comfortable.” As she watched them leave, Eve felt a second wave of unease flow through which set her trembling.

That mention of ‘luncheon with the grandchildren’ had given Eve a similar jolt; what was the time now? Eve scrabbled in the long grass at the foot of the tree, recovered the key and released the chain from around its trunk. The collar’s lock was harder to deal with so Eve still wore that, with the chain coiled in her hands as she set off in the opposite direction.

It was only thirty metres to the clump of gorse bushes but Eve had barely reached its cover when she heard voices back in the clearing. Eve cowered in silence, only reaching into the bushes to retrieve her backpack after they’d moved away; the chain and collar went into it, while her running shoes, and lycra clothing came out; Eve didn’t bother with her panties, she was leaking beyond anything they could stem already.

Two minutes later and Eve was on her way, running south east towards Longside Lane. It was almost two miles to where Eve had parked her car and exhausted though she was, time was of the essence; Eve had recovered her watch — and wedding ring! – so she knew that it was almost eleven. Adam and their sons would get back from cricket practice at midday, Eve needed to be home and… presentable, before then.

Eve had run the London Marathon only a few weeks earlier, but that was as nothing compared to the exhaustion which she felt as she’d approached the car. While throwing her backpack into the boot, Eve saw two men loading bicycles onto another car, parked further down the road; they were too far away to recognise, but both their bicycles and clothing seemed frighteningly familiar.

When one of the men turned, looked and began walking towards her, Eve leapt into the car a roared away in a plume of gravel; the car door wasn’t closed and she’d left one shoe, Cinderella-like on the roadside. Eve made it home with a few minutes to spare and raced straight up to the bathroom. Eve’s clothes smelt as rank as she suspected that she did herself, so those went onto the floor of the shower beneath her feet.

By the time Eve heard her sons and husband return she was showered and dressed; wet haired and without make-up, but presentable at least. Those scratches and a bruise on Eve’s cheek she could attribute to an errant tree branch, but it was vital that Adam didn’t see the rest of her for the next few days: Eve’s body was a patchwork of scrapes, scratches, bites and bruises!

In deference to those, Eve forewent the summer dress that she’d intended and was instead dressed in espadrilles, Capri pants, and a fully buttoned plaid shirt. Eve headed into the kitchen, to put the finishing touches to her contribution to the buffet lunch, while Adam got the boys cleaned-up and changed, Eve had finished and was just loading the food into the family car by the time the boys were ready.

By twelve-twenty the family were all aboard too, the boys secure in the back and Adam driving while Eve did her best to comb-out her still damp hair and apply a few touches of make-up on the move. Adam wouldn’t begin the service until three o’clock, but the church-picnic was to begin at one and Eve had been tasked with saying grace ahead of that; they couldn’t be late!

They arrived with a few minutes in hand; the boys rushed off to find their friends, while Adam mingled with his parishioners and Eve joined the other ladies in setting out the buffet. The picnic, as ever, was at Chatsworth Park, in the tended parkland adjacent to the great house; Eve couldn’t stop herself from glancing up toward the heath where she’d spent her morning and wondering if she could see the actual tree to which she’d earlier been tethered.

Eve’s blessing went off smoothly and immediately after, she and the other ladies began serving food; children first as always. It was about twenty minutes later, the queue almost at an end when Eve heard the voice: “How lovely to see you again Eve; who would have thought that our paths might cross again so soon?” A wave of unease crashed in Eve’s belly and set her heart racing once again.

Had the woman not spoken Eve probably wouldn’t have recognised her. Beyond a change of outfit — sandals, a flowery cotton dress and a matching sun-hat — her hairstyle was entirely different too. Rather than the faded, salt and pepper hair which Eve recalled from the morning, the woman’s head was now crowned by a flowing mane of lustrous auburn hair; she looked years younger!

Eve would have perhaps recognised Stan though, his khaki shirt and shorts had given way to a dark and unsuitable formal suit, complete with a collar and tie, but he’d still topped off his ensemble with that floppy bush-hat. Despite their warm smiles, Eve’s knees began to tremble and her hands grasped the table’s edge for support as she stared silently toward them.

With Eve tongue-tied the woman continued, her voice low: “This afternoon’s sunshine would make things more comfortable, but here’s certainly not discrete; C’est la vie. We spoke to Adam a few minutes ago; it seems that he’s going to a full-day diocesan meeting in Buxton on Wednesday? Presumably your boys will both be at school all day too?”

Beyond her trembling knees and silence, the colour began to fade from Eve’s cheeks; despite the heat that she could feel spreading from her groin? The woman produced a small card from her handbag and slipped it into the breast pocket of Eve’s plaid shirt; her fingers seemed to tarry there for a few seconds longer than necessary, during which time Eve felt them tease at her nipple.

That touch elicited another spark in Eve’s belly, she could barely breathe as the woman concluded: “That’s our address; perhaps you could visit us on Wednesday? Come straight after you’ve dropped your boys off at school; we don’t want to waste a moment of the day, do we.” Eve remained silent… and trembling as the couple turned and walked away.

Eve was still staring after them when Adam appeared at her side a few seconds later “Are you OK love? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Eve shook her head to clear her mind and pasted a smile on her face. “No, I’m fine; perhaps still a little tired from this mornings run… By the way, who are the elderly couple over there; I don’t recognise them from the regular congregation.”