I Dream of Farlinia

by

Lucy-Anne Seymour

 

She stood there with cum dripping from her vagina and she still looked so innocent. Her large breasts swayed from side to side as she staggered about and her nipples were enlarged and hard as marbles.

She had been raped and still she did not realise that she had been forced into a sexual act by a stranger. However she smiled brightly as Lord Sharakal approached her and reached out one hand to take hers. She bowed her head in obeisance to him and accepted his hand, then did not complain when he pressed her down so that her buttocks were high in the air and her vagina was bared wide and beautiful as it had been when Lord Dolgar's massive erection had penetrated her.

Sharakal put one hand under his kilt and brought out his erection and masturbated it for several seconds then he put its head against Farlinia's vaginal opening and pushed it in causing her to gasp at the size of it. It was much larger than Lord Dolgar's and she felt so much more satisfied when it penetrated deep into her.

Time and time again Sharakal humped her until she cried for mercy then his great erection erupted in a final shower of cum so great that she was filled and overflowing. It ran in great streams down her thighs and over her knees to her ankles. More and more he humped her and the measure of his cum was impossible to read.

For all of the following day she lay and the white cum drained from her vagina forming great pools on the mattress she lay on. She did not waste any however as she scooped it all up in her hands and drank deeply of the sweet tasting sticky substance. She loved the taste of it and when she had scooped it all and there was none left she begged Sharakal to mouth-fuck her. He smiled and obliged her pushing his massive erection deep into her waiting mouth and down her throat so that when he came the torrents of cum shot swiftly inside her, satisfying her yet again.

She licked his penis clean and thanked him for filling her with his wonderful cum. He smiled down at her and ordered his second in command to have her chained as his sex slave. She did not complain but smiled as she realised that she would be protected from now on and no one else would be able to fuck her.

She was taken to the piercer who pierced her thick nipples and inserted two rings in each with a thin chain running from nipple to nipple and another from nipple to the collar of submission which was now about her neck.

A chain ran down her back from this collar and her wrists were shackled to it. Her ankles were also shackled by a short chain so she could only shuffle along and not walk fast.

Then the piercer did his masterpiece: her thick vaginal lips were each pierced six times and rings inserted and sealed. Through these twelve rings a T-bar was inserted and at the bottom of this a large padlock was attached. Only Sharakal would have the key to unlock it.

She could urinate all right but no one could fuck her. Up her anal passage a large dildo was pushed in and it was strapped around her upper thighs and waist and a padlock was affixed so that she could not be buggered.

Farlinia was so happy now and more so when a large ball gag was pushed into her willing mouth and affixed about her head and padlocked so no one could spray his cum in her mouth.

The final chain was attached to her collar and was cuffed round the head maid's wrist. Farlinia was now completely at the mercy of her lord and master and no one but he could have her.

Lord Sharakal's army marched forward and went into battle against Lord Dolgar and defeated him. Farlinia was presented with his head on a pole and she was thrilled that her lord would gift her in such a way.

That evening she was unchained and released from all constraints and she took great care of Lord Sharakal in ways that even he had not experienced before.

The one he loved most was when Farlinia sat on his face and rubbed her vagina up and down against his mouth until she orgasmed on him. Then he swung her around and fucked her mouth so hard that there was enough cum to satisfy her strange desire. She loved her lord and master and to thank him for filling her mouth with his sweet tasting cum she offered to sit on his erection as he buggered her hard.

She begged him to be cruel to her and not to give in to her cries of pain. He obliged and she was again satisfied even though she bled profusely afterwards. The medical wenches took care of her and put things up her back passage to stop the bleeding and by the following morning she was well again.

Her master surprised her by presenting her with a tall goblet filled with the cum from many of his men and promised her there was lots more. She smiled to him and declared her love for him, promising that she was his forever.

After she had drunk the whole goblet of cum she was again arranged in her normal daily wear of dildo's and chains and ball gag then the great victorious army swept on.

Farlinia was so happy and fulfilled now that her master completely understood her needs and she new that life from now on would be wonderful.

Gardon woke up, his head pounding and a terrible taste in his mouth. He had got drunk last evening to try and forget the shouts and screams of his woman, Arianne. She had always been a good wench but of late she had become grouchy and begun to shout at him to get things done faster. Even his son and three daughters got on to him when he tried to relax and bring the herd home in an easy fashion.

He had been dreaming again about this beautiful woman who loved to please her master. Nothing was too much for her and she never complained about anything, unlike his own woman.

The day started with Arianne shouting at him to get more wood for the fire and then make sure the cattle were safe in the field as wolves had been reported roaming about. His son, Ardiman, lay in his bed and refused to get up. His three daughters gave their mother some help but they also shouted at him.

He left the cottage and quickly fled to the field where the cattle grazed. He silently prayed to Jhambiana to take him away from all this. Checking that the cattle were all right he found a large tree and sat under it and presently dozed. In his dreams he saw this woman again and she was doing everything her master desired.

Presently he awoke and thought about his dreams.

"I wish I could have a life like that," he said aloud as he struggled to his feet and looked about him. Suddenly there was a strange light in the clouds to the west and it was fast approaching him. As it neared the light became brighter and there were the sounds of thunder and occasional flashes of lightning.

He stood rooted to the spot and looked up and a voice spoke to him asking him if he really wanted this life he dreamt of. He was dumb for a while then the voice spoke again asking the same question.

"Yes, I do," He answered, not really thinking that anything would happen.

The cloud passed on and there was a sudden darkness about him and he could see nothing. He felt a strangeness about his body and after a while the darkness went and he stood in a beautiful valley with trees lining the hills on both sides. There were thousands of warriors encamped in this valley and as he stood there he looked down and saw that he was naked.

Not only was he naked but he was no longer a 'he'. The body was very beautiful and very desirous. It was chained in a way that was very erotic and her mouth was filled with a great ball. She felt a weight on her vaginal lips and, on looking down, saw the great padlock attached to her. There were other chains and rings over her body and she felt panic.

"Do you wish to please me more my pretty wench?" A voice came from behind her and she looked round to see Lord Sharakal standing there.

She nodded her head and he ordered her to be released.

A very faint memory came to her of a farmer who was hated by his wife and family and who desperately wished to be away from them. But this was not exactly what he had desired!

Once she was released her first words to her lord and master were:

"Please feed me my Lord, for I am so desperately hungry to drink your cum."

  

  

  

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