Willowfall Captured (3), by Hangnail
We left her struggling on the hooks and went to get Sextus's body. We
brought him back slung over our shoulders, and positioned him sitting up
against the plinth, his head propped up so he could see Willowfall. She was
now moaning loudly. When she saw Sextus she finally lost control.
"You were killing us!" she screamed. "What would you do? Wouldn't you
fight? You're fucking soldiers! We had to fight you!"
Silvanus threw a stone at her. She dodged it, but in doing so pulled
hard against the hooks. "Stop it!" She screamed. "Take me down!"
"Ask nicely, arrow-girl!" said Gallus.
We sat down for the game of jacks. Things got tense when Silvanus fumbled
on threesies and was eliminated. He'd really wanted to be the first to take
Willowfall. Gallus had never been much good, and I won at fivesies.
They sat a couple of feet from Sextus, and let me claim my prize.
Willowfall was weeping by now. With her hands tied behind her back she
was completely naked and open to me. She could no longer rise on the balls
of her feet, and her legs were shaking. It looked as if just standing up
was becoming difficult. I stroked back the long black hair which had stuck
to her cheeks. She choked back her rising sobs and turned her face away.
I marveled at the strength of her nipple flesh. After a good hour of
tension and pulling, the hooks were as snugly in place now as they had been
when freshly inserted. I tapped the tips of her nipples. Then I headed back to
join Silvanus and Gallus.
"Please!" she called out in a low voice. I turned back. Her voice grew even
quieter, aching with pain and reluctance. "I'll do whatever you want."
"How did you address me?" I said.
She swallowed. "Sir," she sniffled. I'll do whatever you want, sir."
"What are you doing here, Willowfall?"
She grimaced and forced the words out. "I'm being punished, sir."
"Why are you being punished?"
"I, I, killed a soldier, sir."
"What is the official punishment for that?"
Her looked up at me, and then lowered her eyes again. "Crucifixion, sir."
"How are you being punished?"
"I'm, my..." She looked at the hooks.
I made as if to turn away.
"I am hanging on hooks, by my breasts, sir." Her voice was shaking. And it
hurts very much, sir."
"Would you prefer the official punishment, Willowfall?"
"No, sir."
I looked at her inquiringly.
"I prefer this, sir. But I, please may I have a break, sir? I need
to sit down." She started quietly crying again.
"You would like to sit?"
"Yes, please, sir."
I traced the outline of her quivering lips, ran my hands down to her slim
waist, to the swell of her hips, and than back up again to the upward curve of
her tortured breasts. She whimpered. I licked the sweat out of the hollow
above her collar bone. My tongue traveled down to one of her breasts and then
up, tracing a trickle of metallic-tasting blood, all the way to the hard point
protruding from her nipple. She moaned.
"Hey, Gallus!" I called, "Come and taste this!"
Gallus trotted over, and I pointed out the blood on her other breast.
He cleaned it up with his mouth, then worked his way down her belly as it pulsed
with her gasps of pain and outrage. He explored the mysteries of her navel for
a while before proceeding down the treasure trail of dark downy hair to her
black bush.
"What are you doing?" she hissed. Gallus buried his face in her muff. All we
could see was his head rolling around as his mouth worked at whatever it could
reach. Her thighs began to open a little. She lifted one leg over his
shoulder. Gallus, kneeling beneath her, took her weight on his shoulders, then
straighened his back, lifting her up a few precious inches. She sighed with
relief as the cords went slack and her breasts went back to their natural shape.
"Oh God, Oh my God!" she blurted, and her other leg went over his other
shoulder. Her feet crossed at the ankles in the small of his back, and she
tried to keep herself balanced on her new seat.
Silvanus came over to see what was going on. I hadn't invited him in yet, so
he could only look. Gallus had a long tongue, he was always making crude
gestures with it. Now it was time to see what he could really do. He certainly
seemed to be working hard.
Gallus's hands were busy behind her. He looked to be kneading her firm
buttocks. Willowfall was writhing in place now, the relief of pain from above
and the rush of pleasure from below washing away her resentment in a flood of
humiliating gratitude. Suddenly her hands popped in to view. Gallus had untied
them! Our hands flew to our pugios, but she was not trying to dislodge
Gallus. She ran her hands though his hair, then pushed down on him, lifting
herself forward and opening her legs wider. She curled over him, her hair
flopping forwards over her face, her fingers tracing the muscles of his neck.
"Oh, yes," we heard her murmur in his ear.
Gallus ducked down, and she dropped a handsbreadth. The cords went tight
for a second, the hooks tugging at her nipples. She squealed with horror, and
then he lifted her again, burying his tongue into her slit. She knew she was
his, to pleasure or torture as he pleased. We could see the excitement grip
her. She rolled her hips, steering his tongue. She squirmed and gasped like
an impaled poisoner. I couldn't say how long she rode Gallus's tongue, After a
while I sensed an increased tension in her writhing body. Suspecting
something, I sneaked around behind her and saw that Gallus's fingers had
smeared her juices and his saliva over the crack of her butt, and his middle
finger was circling her darker hole. His finger pressed repeatedly on the
puckered ring, sinking in a little further each time, and finally disappeared
inside. His finger slid out and in, out and in.
I couldn't wait. I lifted my tunic and my dick popped up, drooling. I pulled
his finger out of her butt and positioned myself on the gooey sphincter. It
tightened and then softened again. I pressed, not even that hard, and an inch
of my tool slid inside. She groaned and it clamped shut, trapping the helmet
of my dick inside. There was no resistance as I pushed it in half its
length. Then I pulled almost all the way out until her butthole again clamped
shut on its new possession. I ass-fucked her slowly, and then faster, as her
tightness became sweeter to me. Gallus's tongue was still working heroically
at her pussy. I reached around the front, and felt her nipples, standing free
but still pierced. I smelled the rankness wafting up from her ass, the blood
on my hands from her breasts, and the musk of her pussy. I fucked her
ruthlessly. I'd never felt such pleasure. She pushed her butt back against me
Her whole body went rigid.
She cried out "No! No! Oh God, no!" and her butt muscles started bunching
and relaxing. A red-hot hardness filled my dick and I gushed repeatedly in to
her ass as she shuddered and moaned on her living sedile.
