Mary, Mary

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

His words grew silent, as he faded away; the ground beneath me seemed to pick me up, turn me inside out and then carry me through a deep black cloud to deposit me on a grassy knoll, naked alone and very confused. When my head cleared and my stomach had settled down to a more normal state, I looked around. The page had indeed turned or as I saw it, I had travelled onward into this fast developing nightmare. My clothes had not moved with me, so naked I must stay unless I could find some replacement garments or steel them. Though right then, the thought of steeling anything given the whipping I had suffered for just being dressed, put the idea of committing theft in this place low on my list of things to do.

A golden carriage rumbled along the path at the bottom of the knoll on which I was sitting, it glittered in the sunlight and flashed iridescent rays of sunlight as it moved. Within, I could see a lady, a most beautiful lady dressed in a white flowing gown, and wearing a crown of gold woven into her bright silver hair. A queen out riding her lands pulled not by horses but by twelve naked girlies, all harnessed tightly in pairs and driven by a small heavily bearded male figure of very small size. Wielding a whip of great length and cracking it above the heads of the sweating girlies. His voice I heard clearly grunting encouragement at them, with the whip adding its own incentive. She, the queen looked out of her carriage window, her eyes roving the land she passed then locking onto me, she lightly lifted a hand, smiled and then waved at me, mouthing one word which seemed to be carried on the air to my ears.

“Later!”

The meaning seemed obvious, but the fact that she knew me confused my thoughts, later for what, when later, why later? All filled my brain as I sat and watched the carriage vanish along the path. When the carriage faded to nothing, I stood up intending to walk onward but to my surprise a boy stepped around the knoll and stood in front of me.

He held out a pie and a bottle of water whilst saying nothing to me, but obviously expecting me to accept his offering, I do and hungrily. I sit again now stuffing my mouth with thick pastry. As I bite down the pie brakes open, flooding thick rich gravy and lumps of cooked meat all over my naked groin, which then rolled down my thighs to drip to the ground. I brushed at the mess trying to sweep the lumps away; looking up expecting to see the boy smiling at my clumsiness. I am surprised to see he has vanished, much like he had appeared. Leaving me food and water for which I was very grateful. I eat and drink, and was soon feeling full and tired, so I lay back on the grass under the bright sun and doze peacefully, feeling sated and unconcerned by anything much to my surprise.

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“There he is! Over there on the grass; we’ve got the blighter now!”

The voice fills the air disturbing me and dragging me wearily out of my pleasant rest. The ground beneath me shook as a crowd of males surround me. I looked up, sat up and screamed. They surround me, three deep insuring that I could not escape. A pig like man standing upright on his heavily booted feet approached me, pushing aside those that stood in his way.

“That’s him!” the voice starts to say then stops.

Another voice adds, “But that’s just a girlie, not the naughty boy you say stole your produce.” The first man stands over me looking down; around his waist a stained leather apron hangs as he studies me carefully and in contemplative silence.

“I know it’s a girlie, Gorling, but look at her!”

“I am looking at her and very nice she looks, better than your pies at any rate and much better than the brat we are searching for!” replies Gorling.

“I mean look at her legs, you can see the brown stains and the pastry crumbs scattered about her, she has eaten one of my pies and is guilty without doubt, as I did not sell it to her!”

All around me voices agreed as eyes look at the evidence scattered around me, ‘Guilty’ says one, as others nod in agreement, guilty they all decreed. I look down seeing the remains of the pie I have scoffed, the pie given to me by a young boy. Fear erupted in my guts at the harsh knowing looks being directed at me. I tried to say that I was not guilty, that I did not know what they were talking about, but nobody was listening to me. A tall, stick thin male with a dark blue uniform covering most of his body stepped forward, he spoke clearly so all might hear and especially me.

“Now we will have less of that, girlie, you know your place and silence is what we are wanting from you, not excuses and lies!”

He reached out grasping my long hair in his tight spider fingered hand and effortlessly for one so thin he picked me up from the grass. Behind me, a pair of hands reached around my head and with a sharp pull back, a gag was forced into my gaping mouth. The ball of the gag was made of tough leather and quite large and it fills my mouth completely; it very effectively silenced me and set the tone of what was to come. Next my arms were grasped and leather cuffs were fastened to each wrist, locking my hands behind my back. A belt was wrapped around my ankles and another around my knees; I was helpless, silenced and held captive by them. Standing still and filled with fear with rough hands holding me tightly from behind, I listened as the uniformed male decreed that I be taken to the place of ‘holding and judgment’.

I was hoisted into the air, a log on evil shoulders and carried away to the place of judgment I presumed. Once I arrived I was thrust, still bound and gagged, into a metal cage and locked in. A single guard was left, he swung himself up onto a flat platform ten feet from the ground where he could rest, and also keep a watchful eye on me. He is much like a marmoset to look at, he being a scrawny looking man, but he was the size of a tall ten year old boy at the same time, though with a slight frame for such a boy. His face looks down over the edge of his platform and smiles at me. Why he smiles I cannot think, but smile he does; and I for one think that it bodes poorly for me, his captive girlie.

The room is dark, quite cold, and the cage floor is hard packed dirt. My bonds remain except for my ankle and thigh straps, so at least I can sit up in a fashion. Once I butt walked to the cage side I managed to lean my back against the cage bars with my bound arms twisted through the gaps. All around me I could hear noises, raucous voices calling to each other, as a market progresses through what remained of the sunlit day that I by my captivity was being denied the pleasure of seeing.

If I am honest I would have to say I was terrified by everything going on around me, being naked is not something I normally indulge in, but being bound and gagged well that is totally horrendous. Although, at the same time everything feels strangely quite stimulating, if not exciting; but in a very weird way! I find myself desperately wet in places I would not have expected to be wet! The urge to plunge my fingers up my own sweet s*x was fast becoming overpowering, and certainly I would have done so already despite the strangeness, if only my hands had not been tightly secured well away from my throbbing c**t and soaked hole. Instead and much as most girls would do I tried to grind my thighs together in the hope of receiving some meagre satisfaction.

Above me my guard watched my struggle, which shockingly only increases my desire to masturbate. Despite my best efforts, I completely fail to alleviate my desires by the time night falls and the doors to my captivity were again opened.

They stood in the doorway, two of them with one of them glancing up to the ugly man whilst the other fixed his beautiful feline looking slanted eyes on me. It was then that I noticed that no matter what form of man I met, they all had one or two things in common. They are intelligent in one way or another, and they are all human though different in as well! Take the pig looking man of earlier had only three fingers per hand not five, still they were human hands and human type fingers, though not kind caring humans.

The guards entered and crossed to my cage looking down on me, one sniffed the air smelling my arousal. His companion opened the locked door and indicated that I crawl out, which I did because he had indicated with a cane. A long, thin, pliable looking cane, which he swished through the air, and which scared the hell out of me! I crawl out with difficulty, managed to clear the low frame of the door eventually and without help, until I was kneeling before them both. Silently the ugly man from above had descended behind me, but the first I knew of his presence was when his hands grasped my hair and pulled back my head.

The feline looking guard chuckled lightly, his stance changed and a long thin looking c**k erected before my eyes. Clearly it wanted something and judging by its position and mine I realised what. The c**k poked towards me closing as he shuffled forward, a human hand, though one covered in light brown hair reached down to rub the naked point of its sheath-less erection.

My mouth was open but gagged, though not for long; as the c**k came closer. The ugly male behind me by then releases my gag, which fell to the floor with a saliva covered splat. Now my mouth was stretched wide as my head was pulled back again by my hair, and so it was that soon the c**k arrived. I twisted slightly, trying to avoid its arrival only to receive a raking of rough fingernails down my naked back. The fire exploded but I also noticed that all of the whip marks from my first encounter had ceased to hurt me at all. Later I would discover that whilst I was a girlie and captive in this land of mixed up fairy tales, any wounds I incurred would heal exceptionally fast, and if the page of the story book tale I was living in turned, then all of the damage I had incurred would vanish, and I and my body would began again.

The c**k poked into the gaping canyon of my mouth, thrusting deep, then deeper still, until my nose was buried into his soft hair of his groin and my throat was filled to the point I could not breathe at all. He thrusts then withdraws only to thrust again, the process continues under the encouraging jeers of his companions. Almost without warning my abuser comes, He ejaculated his salty come deep into my gullet as he yowled out his delight. I realised that his companions would be next. I just desperately hope that they would fill my s*x not my mouth, as their doing so would give me the pleasure I have discovered that I so desperately desired; but it was not to be.

Girlies serve their masters in this land, and for their own reasons these masters wanted the use of my mouth, not my dripping slit. With my ravishment finished and three fully sated guards standing around me, each with a well serviced and flaccid c**k, I watch as they replace and rearrange their man hoods, then take up a place to either side of me. The ugly one replaced my ball gag, none to gently I might add, then he took his place in front of me and lead us out of the prison into the dark of early evening.

My terror returned as I approached a pair of wide open doors, having no other option I am guided forward and through them to meet my fate. Bound, gagged, and with a sore throat still liberally coated with semen, and feeling both well used, and still very aroused I entered.

What has happened to my body I do not know, but for reasons beyond my control or understanding, being used and abused has turned me into the biggest slut I could have ever imagined! Bring it on I thought, accepting, though not understanding myself. Lead by Mr. Ugly, guided by the other two I quake in abject fear as I wonder if I will survive this evening, or ever escape from this strange world. If I ever do will I recognise or like myself ever again?