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“Rise then,” Davis ordered.
Taking the collar in his hand, I eyed the purple embroidered satin realizing that it would match both of my dresses. KC must have chosen it.
“The sign of your status, Maid Galen,” he nodded to it as he put it around my neck. From behind me, someone took the two loose ends in his hand and tied them together so the fit was snug. I was dying to see the effect in the mirror, but the picture in my head was good enough for the moment.
“So then, fellows, what’s my bid for this wench’s ass,” he turned me around in his hands and raised my skirt before the crowd.
My neck and ears turned hot as a red blush crept up my face to cover my cheeks as well—yet the tingle in my crotch was almost agony to bear.
Adding humiliation to my embarrassment, Davis bent me over so that the crowd could see my ass, nicely rounded and pristine. If they looked carefully, they could also see the dampening insides of my thighs where my sex juice was smearing on the skin its fresh wet dew.
“What’s my bid gents?” he asked again.
The men shouted amounts—coins, usually quarters used for real barter in this fake kingdom. I tried not to listen. Was I worth much, or just your average twenty coin wench? During the heaviest bidding, I even heard KC’s voice shout out a few times. But he was not the last to call out a bid.
When the gavel struck Davis’ lectern, I was pulled upright and turned about. Here I thought I’d be punished right before the crowd. But no.
Connor, having won the auction, took me from the tent with his hand firmly grasping my arm. I looked back at KC who was smiling broadly as if to say, “Enjoy, my love.”
I was scared to death—not that life-threatening mortal dread that chills the bones, but the panting, heart pounding, pussy clenching variety of fear that determines arousal. Mine was raw now
We moved across the mid-ground between the tents, to one as far back as any in the company village. I played out the drama in my head as though enacting a scene from a play. Connor and I were the cast, and there were spectators all around us peering in the tent.
Though there was just the two us, it felt as though we were completely exposed. I’m sure there were a few at the faire imagining the scene in their minds—KC not the least of them. Then again, he might be off with some other saucy, collared wench.
“You say you like your ass to burn?” Connor asked as his eyes gleamed mischievously. The mischievously vulgar smile on his face only lured me to our purpose more.
“Yes, yes, I do,” I whispered cautiously.
“Good, for it will burn tonight.”
His style was swift, almost brutal, though it didn’t last long—the saving grace. He put me under one hefty arm, raised my skirt with his free hand, and then taking a split end leather spanking strap, he tanned my hide in the old-fashioned way. Burn it did. Ruthlessly so. I thought some poise under duress was called for, but his repeated smacks all landed in the same place—right atop the worst of KC’s spanking the night before. My flesh heated quickly. Though I danced about in protest, and cawed like a noisy bird, it had no effect on the man. He had his agenda and would not be dissuaded.
Connor was almost done too soon by normal spanking standards. However, he had his purpose—another lust, which for this brutishly handsome fellow seemed as important as the punishment. Tossing me over the back of a chair—placed there as though it were ready and waiting for the moment—he then unbuckled the belt about his britches, and withdrew a handsome looking erection. I only saw it fully engorged for just an instant—that glance stolen from the corner of my curious eye. The organ then disappeared, as it stabbed me with its first rude thrust. It was successful in its plunder of my cunt, finding it as though his erect penis were a homing pigeon.
“Ugh!” The first jolt practically sent me into the next tent, but Connor drew my ass into his powerful hands and clutched the spanked cheeks hard as he fucked me. I was too steamy not to feel the act orgasmically, and it was rapidly taking me over the edge. I grunted hard and so did he, and managed some ridiculous exclamations I’m sure he didn’t pay attention to. We were both exhausted by the time he pulled from me and tapped the last of his cum on my naked behind.
“You’ll do just fine, Maid Galen,” he said with a snicker as he collapsed to his bed, leaving me draped over the chair, too tired to move. I didn’t know what the hell I was supposed do now. But rising, I suggested that maybe I leave.
“Oh, no!” he pulled me to the bed with him. I sat. He lay. I couldn’t imagine anything more, but at least my body could recuperate. “You’re not done yet,” he said.
“I’m not?” I wondered worriedly.
“Aaa, don’t look so concerned. You’ll get through the night.” He reached out and stroked my cheek affectionately. “KC certainly got a good one this time.”
“He did, huh?”
“Yeah, you’re one fine wench.”
“Do you really think like this all the time? I mean wenches, brutes, men in charge, women yield?”
He shrugged. “Only when I can get away with it. Rest of the time, I’m a lamb like most men.”
“I see,” I said smiling.
“And now, wench, you have more duties to attend to.”
Reluctantly pulling us to our feet, Connor dragged me from the tent into the dying light of the woods, even as I felt a trickle of his cum drizzling out of my cunt and down my leg.
