The Servants

 

The servants laughed and while the thunderstorm was approaching, the only ones who were still with the girl seemed to be pillory remained. The sultry heat of the day had passed and the warm storm just seemed to come straight from a frosty hell. Goosebumps had formed on Martha's skin, but the breeze that glided over her skin wasn't the only reason.

One of the men had pulled out his penis and was rubbing it as he looked at her tear-stained face. The male lust was obvious and Martha was tormented by the anticipation of what was to follow. The bailiff's judgment was law. No man who abused her that night would face any punishment. Would the cruel judge's two cronies be the only ones who would violate her whipped body?

The pain of torture mixed with the uncertain fate that lay ahead of her. The second servant joined the first. He held a freshly filled mug of beer in his hand. He took a big sip of the golden juice in front of her and the girl had to swallow too. Her throat felt incredibly dry. She would have loved to take a sip and Martha briefly considered asking him to do so. But the maid was not stupid. She knew he did it to torture her. She wanted to feed her thirst. He succeeded in this type of torture. She looked at him longingly.

Then suddenly she felt a strange hand on her welted ass. She winced. Who was that? She wanted to turn her head, but the pillory prevented any attempt. The servants smiled and one took a sip of his beer while the other continued to jerk his cock. They saw who was standing behind her, but didn't give anything away.

“Who is it?” she whispered weakly, but no one gave her an answer.

A rough finger grazed her privates and the girl writhed desperately in her wooden bonds. She bit her lip. A flash of lightning was lighting up the evening village square of Greifenstein when the stranger pushed his finger into her tight hole. Despite the previous torture, her opening was surprisingly wet, so Martha hardly felt any pain. When the thunder broke over her, the man had already sunk his phallus into her pleasure cave. Two strong hands grabbed her hips and pressed her pelvis as best as they could against the stranger's thrusts.

It hurts. Her sore ass ached with every thrust. The penis felt foreign inside her. She felt no real pleasure, even as her body produced moisture for the intruder. The maid's moans were more due to pain than any other feeling. No, that wasn't entirely true.

The strawberry-blonde woman, her hair hanging wildly down her cheeks, almost fainted from embarrassment. The two men watched her during the sexual act and the humiliation was almost worse than the physical pain.

The stranger set a fast pace and while lightning and thunder loomed menacingly above them, he finally came in her young cunt. Martha felt his penis twitch. She felt his hot seed shoot into her stomach. She had to endure this further humiliation helplessly.

“Oh God, please let me die!” she prayed quietly, but her prayer was not to be answered that night.

The stranger withdrew from her without a word. While his semen ran down her sore thighs, one of the servants stood up and came to her. His beer mug was now empty and he carelessly dropped it. His hand stroked the maid's long hair. It felt it and she looked at him with her green eyes for help. He wouldn't help her, she could see that in his eyes.

On the contrary. The man crept around her. His strong hands brushed against her still largely uninjured back. He examined the welts he had given her. Then, when he was behind her, he suddenly gave her a strong blow with the flat of his hand on her sore ass cheeks.

“So you’re not a whore. We're not done with you yet, are we, Hans?"

"No!" said the fucker, panting.

Martha felt the servant apply his cock to her wet slit. Being at his mercy and giving herself to him in this degrading way almost made the girl's torment worse. She sensed the intruder. At first it didn't hurt, it was actually a very pleasant feeling, almost like the night the farmer took her in the kitchen. But then he thrust brutally.

The girl made a sound of pain that was swallowed up by a rumble of thunder. Hans, the other servant, smiled and stood up. He walked over to her and stroked her hair. Her beautiful long hair drove men wild, including him, she could feel that. Was the priest right? Was she the sinner who seduced men? Was this all her fault? This realization hit her like lightning streaking across the dark sky, followed by a violent clap of thunder.

Hans held his swollen, dirty member in her. While his accomplice pushed into her wet cunt from behind, he forced her mouth open like the priest had done before in church. Martha didn't understand why men did this. Did men want to climb every woman's hole? Do they really enjoy this?

The servant behind her rammed her with powerful thrusts. Each of them gives her pain and pleasure at the same time. The male flesh in her cave felt good. Her vulva seemed to be begging for it, but there were also the marks of the rods that had left bloody welts on her ass and thighs. Every time he touched her he caused her completely unerotic pain.

Meanwhile, the other servant let his penis rest in her open mouth. Unlike the brutal priest, this time she had time to get used to the flesh inside her. Her tongue registered the taste and she felt the slight twitch in her mouth. His excited pulse told her how excited he was. Her taste buds stirred again and again as she slid over the man's salty piece.

“Yes, that’s how you do it well, whore,” Hans moaned and the other also gasped in agreement.

“She should have been submissive to us last year, but she was such a reserved little virgin back then, right?” He gave her a strong blow on her buttocks, which were covered in red lines. Martha screamed pitifully. Their strength to resist had long since been broken. She, the sinner, accepted her fate, she went into the arms of God. Still, she screamed and tears flowed again.

The servant's member now reached against the roof of her mouth and she gagged. He ignored this and began to fuck her in her mouth with light thrusts. The tip of his glans protruded deeper and deeper into her throat. It was only with difficulty that the maid was able to prevent herself from vomiting. She feared punishment from men and just wanted it to stop. But it didn't stop.

Martha almost couldn't breathe. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets and began to roll back. You could clearly see the whites of her eyes. Still conscious and yet far removed from herself, she hung here in the pillory in the village square. God really seemed to have no mercy on the girl.

Both men continuously rammed their hard cocks into both of their openings. They gasped and groaned, screamed and cursed. Her cries and whimpers were soon swallowed up by the approaching thunderstorm. Together the men injected their juices deep into the girl's body. Raindrops hit her battered skin and she had to swallow the salty seed of the servant who fucked her mouth. The other injects his hot cream deep into her stomach.

Now a cloudburst broke over the village of Greifenstein. The wild thunderstorm drove the servants away faster than one could see. The newly inseminated condemned woman was now left completely alone in the village square. Nobody seemed to care about the young woman in the pillory anymore. Nobody but heaven.

As the male seed oozed from her swollen cunt and mouth, the rain washed sweat and blood from her body. He cleansed them with icy, primal force. Martha was cold. At some point the darkness enveloped her and the girl fell into a kind of unconsciousness.

***

It wasn't a restful sleep. When Martha came to, everything hurt. The night had the village firmly in its claws. The rain had stopped. The young woman was shaking from the cold. Her lips trembled. It was quiet in Greifenstein. Only occasionally could one hear the dripping of water falling from roofs, beams and stones onto the ground.

Suddenly footsteps were heard. Heavy footsteps splashing through the muddy ground toward them. She wanted to raise her head to see who was there, but the wooden beam of the pillory prevented that too.

"Hello? Who is there?”

No answer, just footsteps from the dark of the night.

"Hello? Please, who is it?”

A hand grabbed her hair from the darkness. She thought she smelled the smell of incense. Was this Father Alfred who had brought her into this shameful situation? She didn't know it, but she felt the stranger's gaze on her exposed and soaked body. Her hair was pulled painfully. Her cry was lonely in the darkness. No one would see her here at this moment. The storm had driven everyone into their houses, and now she would probably sleep in peace. She was alone. Alone at the mercy of their fate with the unknown.

Then she felt him touching her private parts. His fingers felt her wet vulva and Martha whispered, "Please don't."

He didn't respond. She only heard a lustful sound, then a finger was plunged into her little hole, which was still filled with the semen of the previous men. The stranger seemed a little repulsed and left this gate. Was it the priest who was touching her pussy, or was it another villager, or even the bailiff?

The finger now roamed upwards, followed her butt crack and finally touched her tight, still virginal rear hole.

"No, don't!" she whimpered.

The man showed no mercy and pressed his finger testingly into this degrading entrance. Martha knew of the joy many men enjoyed in this hole. Many young maids let the servants into this gate to receive their pleasure without becoming pregnant. However, Martha, who until recently had never felt a man inside her, didn't like this. She wanted to live chastely and according to God's commandments. She didn't want to sin, yet here she was in the pillory.

The man clicked his tongue contentedly and withdrew his finger. The girl breathed a sigh of relief, but her joy was short-lived. Only a handful of heartbeats later she felt the man's glans press against her asshole without any further preparation.

Her sphincter resisted as best it could. Helpless, she had to endure the feeling of her young body being torn apart in her wooden bonds. Then his lance overcame her resistance and he entered her warm, tight intestine.

Martha inhaled sharply. Pain flooded her abdomen, but somewhere there was an underlying lust hidden. The man groaned loudly. It was a bright moan of pleasure. A prayer to desire.

He immediately began to penetrate her deeper with light movements. His lance stiffened even more. The girl could feel his naked lust feasting on her tight hole. Her intestines slipped over the man's penis like a second skin. He quickly disappeared a few centimeters inside her and fucked her with powerful thrusts into her intestines.

Gasps and groans echoed across the nighttime village square. Her whimpers, initially full of pain, were increasingly accompanied by a forbidden pleasure. Martha felt the sin of this lust. She was the devil's. A woman was only allowed to receive pleasure from her husband. What she did was a sin.

Soon she screamed loudly. The man fucked her ass harder and harder. She couldn't help but scream her chaotic emotions out of her body with this sound.

The stranger also groaned loudly. His high-pitched gasps increased with his ecstatic hip swing. He drove his manhood into her anus faster and faster. At some point, after a relatively short time, he could no longer hold on and released his seed deep into her wildly twitching intestines. The hot sperm shot into her and she felt the pulsation of the male member.

The stranger remained inside her for some time. He waited until her bowels had milked all the seed from his cock. Then he pulled his flaccid phallus out of her opening, leaving the girl in the pillory once again.

Martha felt incredibly dirty. Although the rain had cleansed her body, several men that day had used her in various blasphemous ways. She didn't even know two of them. The worst thing, however, was the secret pleasure she had felt during their penetration.

She was a sinner, she was no longer innocent. Although she wasn't a thief and hadn't done anything else for which she was pilloried, she still felt guilty. Would God ever forgive her? Trapped in her thoughts, the young woman was left helpless in the night.

***

She heard footsteps again. Martha's body no longer had the strength to react in any way. Was it already dawn? Anyone else come to abuse her? The sperm was now seeping out of the anus and vulva. What else did they want to do to her?

She felt a hand on her cheek. She seemed gentle, warm. The girl sighed. Then she heard the latch of her pillory being handled. Suddenly her legs were free. Then the wooden beam holding them in place was lifted. Strong arms pulled her away.

Martha felt her soaked body pressed against a powerful man's chest. She sank into the man's arms without moving. He stroked her gently and whispered, “Forgive me, my child. I couldn't save you."

It was Friedrich's voice; she recognized the farmer's gentle, breathy voice. He carried her away, carried her away from the village square. The girl let it happen, she couldn't ask a question or leave. Shortly after they left the village, she fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning no one asked what had happened to the girl. When the servants had slept off their intoxication, they noticed that the little girl had disappeared without her doing anything, but they didn't tell anyone about it for fear of punishment. The maid was banished and it was irrelevant who ultimately disposed of her.

Hilde knew that her husband had only come home early in the morning. But she thought nothing of it because she knew nothing about the servants' wrongdoing. She was not interested in her husband's fidelity as long as her position as his wife was not a companion. Life in Greifenstein went on as usual and after just a few days the events surrounding the end of the beautiful maid were forgotten.

As for Martha's future fate? Now that is another story, and perhaps will be told another time.