Message-ID: <16064eli$9810042026@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: jewelie@my-dejanews.com Subject: Renfaire 96, Pt. 2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6v75qp$shd$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> PART II "There is still more for you to learn, Marian. Be brave now. The worst is perhaps over." She unlocked the pillory and the bailiffs helped me to stand. My skirts fell to cover me, but my back, oh my back, the pain just from bending so long. I was so weak, literally painfully weak, I leaned on the bearded one and was so grateful that he could hold me. Sally reached under my skirts and untied my knees. She helped me blow my nose and get myself a bit presentable. My makeup must be a complete mess looking at the mascara stains on the gag. The only good thing was my drool had fallen to the ground instead of soaking my gown. I was looking down, trying to get my legs back, not watching where I was being lead. I looked up in horror, more stocks, sitting stocks this time. "No," I wailed. I didn't know I could wail until that moment. Again she kissed me tenderly, "I brought you here to learn. You have to trust me to teach you." I looked deeply in her eyes, slowly shaking my head, no, while screwing up my courage. Another tender kiss, a caress on my cheek, "You can do it for me. You can do it for you." Finally I nodded, blinking back some fresh tears, and allowed the bailiffs to lead me to the sitting stocks. This one had bales of hay to sit on. Before I sat, my Robin lifted my skirts in the rear so that my poor rump and thighs had to sit directly on the rough hay with only my thin bloomers to protect me. I winced once, I winced twice, I squirmed and winced again. It was going to be a long, long sit. And I didn't feel like singing about it. I sat still for a long time and found I could not sit still for a long time and winced again and again. Slowly I started tearing again with small sobs, trying to keep from a full fledged crying jag again. This was a miserable place to sit. The bailiffs brought my legs together through a single large hole and board brought down into place trapping my feet together. These were not the usual stocks. Next the bailiffs took my wrists and bent me way forward to place my wrists into the next set of holes. The top board was gently put into place and the padlocks applied. Again, Robin was given the key. This time it was decided the holes were a touch large for my wrists so white clothes were firmly tied round and round the far side until they were so thick I could not pull my wrists back through the holes. And if I tried too hard to pull out, the cloths would protect my wrists from chafing. This time next to me sat another lady but in full costume looking apprehensively as her escort was working her short stockings through the holes to bare her feet. Robin, but rather it felt like Sally this time, produced a damp cloth and cold cream and removed my ruined makeup. Then she redid me quickly, heavy on the mascara and rouge. She brushed my hair and replaced my headscarf. I was back to full Maid Marian regalia. It did feel better this way. I was fully some person again. My butt and thighs were scratching and itching and burning terribly. Hay made a miserable seat cushion in my condition. But at least there was no way I could be thrashed again while sitting. Then my Robin removed my shoes and worked my short stockings off of my feet just as the girl beside me. Our bare feet poking through single holes in front of us. I was getting the idea and didn't like it at all. "You aren't going to ..." "Shush now. It will be fun." "For who?" I demanded petulantly, almost cutely, and then fell silent as told. I was mad though and that look must have shown on my face. She took a thin cord and bound my big toes together. She firmly tied them, looping the cord round and round until they were as one. From there she hoisted it over a tree branch above me and brought the end back down to tie to my left wrist. My feet were now pulled tightly upright by the cord around my toes. I just knew what was going to happen and she smiled impishly at me. "Please don't," I begged but slowly she drew her nails up the soles of my feet. I tried and could not twist my feet away. I held back as long as I could but finally broke out in laughter. As I did, I saw the girl next to me getting the same treatment from her boyfriend. Her laughter echoed mine. With the two of us laughing together the small crowd of watchers started growing as before. This time I noticed a group of men who were not with women and the way they looked at me not her. And here I was vulnerable again. When the crowd started cheering Robin and the man next to her to make us laugh more, again I was alone, rather I and the woman next to me were alone together. They wanted us tormented like this for their sport. We were being forced to perform for their amusement completely against our wills. They thought our predicament funny. When I was in tears from laughter, my Robin stopped. She pulled the feather from her cap and turned to the crowd. "Who would help the maid to laugh?" she asked. The guys who were with each other jumped forward. Silently I prayed she would not choose them. My heart sank when she did. One moved quickly towards me but she touched his arm. "With the feather only." Thank goodness for small favors. Small indeed. I don't know how long but when I was into tears again she said loudly, "Let us give another a chance." I had only a moment to catch my breath before it started again. But in that moment I noticed the pants of my first tickler. I had excited him. I felt dirty and blushed deeply. As I got my breath back, I moaned in pain. My backside was burning seriously again. All my wiggling and struggling and laughing. I may as well as have tried to sooth my welts with sandpaper. I was soon laughing uncontrollably again and this time begging, "Sal ... Robin, please stop, please." I said it over and over as best I could between fits of laughter. My feet felt like they were in cramps, my toes were curling so hard. "Marian, I am doing nothing. Begging me can do you no good." What was I going to do, beg him!? I could barely think but I realized that is what I was going to have to do. "Next!" she said commandingly. Another came forward and this time she did introductions. "This, good sir, is the Maid Marian. And who might you be?" "I be Sir Giles." And glancing at me, "My pleasure to meet you Maid Marian." I paniced. I twisted and pulled my hands trying to get loose, determined to let this go no further but I could not gain my freedom. The cloths were so very tight on my wrists, the stocks unyielding. Then I realized what had paniced me. That was not a codpiece he was wearing no matter what its size. I did not want men aroused by me. Again I felt like I needed to bathe, shower, scrub all over. What a new and powerful feeling. The feather moved up the sole of one foot and down the other. I fought it as hard as I could this time, not wanting to give him anything for his efforts but he was persistant and drug peels of laughter out of me. Here was a man forcing to me to do in public what I did not want to do in public. I was under his control in public. When I thought I could stand it no longer Robin called a halt. "Ye be a stubborn one, my Marian." She turned to the next two. She handed the feather to one. To the other she said, "Touching the maid's gown is not like touching her. If ye promise to limit your touches to her ribs and underarms, to her gown, ye may have at her." My mind was screaming "no!" but I keep my peace. I noticed out of the corner of my eye my co-sufferer was not being tickled. She started taunting her man by wondering out loud if that was the best he could do. Immediately she was shrieking with laughter. She WANTED it?! I asked myself. She wanted this to happen to her? There was something here I was missing. She wanted this attention no matter what the cost to her. But maybe it wasn't a cost to her. Being controlled like this meant something to her, something she wanted. I was thinking. I was learning. They accepted Robin's deal but first were required to introduce themselves to me. I met Sirs Edward and Richard in my last moment of peace. My soles again became my torment but to this was added my ribs. My upper body squirmed more than before and the stiff, rough hay raked my welts, laughing and crying and burning and I broke. "I beg you good Sirs, please cease my torment." "And what be our names, Maid?" I struggled to remember with my senses overwhelmed. "Sir Tim?" My reward for error was a fresh onslaught of tickling. I forced my thoughts to coherence, perhaps the hardest thing I have ever done. Through laughter and choking sobs, "Sir Edward, Sir Richard, I beseech you both, mercy on this poor maid, I beg you." And they stopped. I had never felt like that before. I not only said the word beg, I meant it. I knew they controlled me so deep down that I was able to beg. I collapsed as best I could. I was exhausted, physically and mentally. I didn't care they were standing over me, obviously lusting after me. When they touched my hair, Robin shouted, "Hold!" and they stopped. "Marian is mine. I am grateful for you assistance and hope rendering that assistance has been in itself its own reward. But she is mine and mine alone to touch." They concurred and left. Looking towards their crotches before they turned to leave, I damn well better have been worth it to them after all I went through. Huh? I said to myself. Where did that idea come from? Wherever from, I was doing as well as any woman and would have no less reward for it. Deep inside I was so ... so ... emotional. I was trying to so hard to sort it out I hardly noticed Robin releasing he and drawing me to him, crushing my silicones against her bound breasts. I just cried and cried and cried until her shoulder was a dark mass from my tears. Yes, I had been at the mercy of men, at the mercy of people who were sexually aroused by me, who wanted to be sexually aroused by me. People who would have taken advantage of me if Robin had not been her for me. They would have made me do things I would not want to do. But it was my man who protected me. Dependent, loved, protected, secure. There were so many names. All so inadequate to my feelings. I cried to such great relief I thought I could never be happier. I would never again be a shame to me to seek out being treated as I had. It would never again be a blow to my pride. It would define my soul. Being so treated might be unpleasant even miserable but by doing it, I would be making others happy even strangers. I could make others happy. The realization flooded me with warmth and light. end part II -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----