A Knight in the Barn

On her way to the next village, Georgina had trample through sticks and bushes in the forest. The foliage provided cover from those soldiers who might be looking for her on the road. Also, she assumed they were ahead of her and that her long trek through the woods would let them pass the next village by the time she got there.

But the hike up the hills and through the woods to nowhere she goes was tiresome even when lacking proper gear to weigh her down. She wanted to stop, but never could she find a suitable place for her royal behind. That is until she saw the blue hue of water through the trees; a vast grove with a decent reservoir of cool off water. Gabs was so tired, and so thirsty when she happened upon this heavenly gift that brought her to her knees.

First, she crossed the pond along the side where far less plant life resided and she could lay sit down for a moment. There she began to take off her equipment and set it all aside by a tree trunk while taking the waterskin with her to the bank. She filled the leather pouch with fresh water before taking long sips and filling it again. The waterskin was tossed to the side where it jiggled with it's contents and Georgina turned her attention to her body.

Sweat, dirt, and the old smell of dried cum residue clung to her pale and naked body which required a proper soak to cleanse these impurities. She dipped her toes into the wet embrace only to shake from it's cold touch and pull them back out. When she was done teasing the pond, she slid her feet in and let her legs follow. Georgina splashed as she kicked her legs about playfully for the lone audience of herself then dove head first into the pond.

From above, one could see a white and purple figure swim beneath the surface and then emerge in the center. Her locks now soaked in clean pond water and her body submerged to her chest as her titanic breasts floated like ballasts. Here she would scrub and rub her body down and clean it of all those filthy reminders of her ordeals as a lost and abandoned princess. Her face would contort from a graceful beauty to a soured brat as she thought about how the peasants treated her, unable to recognize she was their better.

But in the distance, through the trees, stood a lone figure of a man watching the goddess before him bathe in his pond. He couldn't hide his erection, but that wouldn't matter if he didn't get caught. To get a better view, the pervert casually crept behind the trees and drew closer to the pond where Georgina still had her back to him. Her tits were so big that he could see sideboob even from here, imagining those milky white orbs in his hands.

He noticed her gear on the other side of the tree he hid behind, just begging to be stolen. But now was not the time as he ducked back when Gabs turned around, giving him a frontal view of his greatest desire. When she dove back under the surface to swim to shore, he fumbled to the ground and gathered her equipment in haste. Clutching it in his arms, he ran back into the woods and waited for his fantasy girl to rise from the pond.

So she did, hair flipping back in an arc as she resurfaced then pulled herself back onto land. Her naked form, so specially crafted to his wants and needs, was all on display in the distance as water dripped from every inch. She let her hair down to her side then ran her fingered through those violet locks. Georgina squeezed and rung as much pond water out of her hair as she could before shaking about and flinging droplets everywhere. When all was said and done, Georgina tied her hair up to help it dry off then took a seat next to the tree where her gear once was.

No longer able to see his dream girl, and not bold enough to approach her, the boy ran off and back to his home to hide the spoils. Meanwhile, Gabs relaxed in the evening sun as she let the rays fall down on her naked body and dry up any water left. She then fell asleep and napped until the sun began to set, "Ooh! That felt good," she yawned. Her eyes blinked open and she turned to her pile of gear, ready to grab her sword and use it to make shelter for the night.

Only she found none of her equipment lying there awaiting her return from the bath, instead one like the wind. Georgina's heart skipped a beat, fearful she'd lost everything she had left which included that coin she planned on spending wisely on some actual clothes. "What in the seven hells! Where is my damn equipment, my money, my sword?!", she yelled with her hands on her head.

Georgina stood up from the little spot next to the tree, and began the search for her missing gear only to find nothing. No signs or tracks of who or what might have stolen her only "clothes", weapon, money, and her waterskin. As she thought about what to do next, a wolf howled from deep within the woods that sent a shiver down her spine. The night was fast approaching and so it would become dangerous, cold, and impossible to see where she was going where she'd likely be hunted down by the beast. So Gabs started jogging through the forest and hoped shelter lay on the other side of it.

And indeed there was as Georgina saw torchlight up the hill on a pair of buildings made from thatch and wood. But she felt so awkward being naked and thought if she should try to find help or just sneak in and steal something. But as she crouched with her breasts in her thighs, the young man from earlier was walking out of one of the structures. He saw the nude girl biting her nails and dropped a pair of buckets to rush on over.

"Miss, miss! Are you alright?," he called knowing full well what he'd done.

"Eek!," Georgina shrieked as she saw him approach.

When she scrambled to her feet and dashed away, the boy yelled back, "Wait! Do you need some help?"

Gabs slowed down but still ducked behind a bush to cover her shame, "...Yes."

"What happened?"

"I was bathing in the pond over yonder, and when I finished my clothes and equipment were missing."

"Oh, I am so sorry," he apologized while he laughed on the inside, "I didn't see you and mistook your stuff as junk. I thought, 'Surely this is something someone discarded like trash.' Although, that sword and those greaves looked expensive..."

Georgina grew red not just with embarrassment, but anger as she huffed with frustration at the seemingly dull minded peasant. "Well, those were mine and I demand you return them to me. And as compensation I shall receive shelter in your hovel," she rudely decreed.

The peasant boy wasn't about to let her get off the hook like that, "I don't think so. You come onto our land, trespass and defile our water supply. Then leave your junk just lying on the ground, and then demand we feed you and provide shelter? I think it's rightfully mine now. It should sell well in a market and feed my father and I for sometime."

"No! I bought those with MY money, fool. Give them back!"

"No, now if you'll excuse me I must bring in the buckets before night falls. Hope you do well in the forest."

"Stop! I will pay you. You took my coin purse with you and if you return it I will pay you one hundred silverz. That's a lot for you peasants, right? And, I will just ask that you let me stay for the night. Please!"

He eyed up the begging princess, "Okay, but there is one more condition. You do what I say and I will retrieve your stuff and you can sleep here for tonight."

"Deal!"

"Okay, follow me. I promise I won't look," he said as he walked toward one of the buildings. Georgina followed, hunched over in case his father saw her and she was **** to hide again. They approached the rectangular structure with open windows and reeked of dung. Inside she realized it was a barn stuffed with a few cows, a couple of sheep, and one pig that stank to high heaven. Gabs couldn't help but wince and waft the smell from her nose as the peasant led her to one of the stalls. "Here, get on all fours and wait for me to return," he said.

Georgina was taken back by his command, "Why would I do that?!"

With crossed legs and arms over her chest, the boy lost his train of thought as he stared on at the naked vixen before him. "Uh, he stammered, "I need you to pretend to be a cow. Stand on all fours on this box and just stand still. I'll bring my father and he might touch you to confirm."

"Ew, no! And won't your father see that I'm not a cow?"

"He's blind, but I won't let him touch you too much. I lost a calf some years back and he's been sour ever since. His health is failing so I want him to be proud of me again when I say I found our lost Betsy. Do this and I won't even ask for money."

Georgina thought about it for a second, his bullshit story warming her cold heart into submission. "Fine, I'll do it. Hurry up, it's getting cold out here," she answered. The farm boy smiled and ran to fetch his father before dark while the princess knelt on the wooden platform then placed her hands on it too, awaiting his return. She'd normally feel more humiliated, but the boy was all who could see and no one would believe him if he told the tale.

"I'm sure, father. Betsy was just wandering in the woods this whole time and she happened back over by the pond," she heard as the peasant approached the barn leading his blind father.

"I'll believe it when I feel it, boy," the crotchety old man scoffed.

"Here she is, father."

"Is she tied down, don't want her getting out again if what you say is true."

"Just a moment," he said before entering the stall with Georgina. He was so quick that Gabs had no time to react as he clamped chains to her wrists and ankles then tied a muzzle to get face. "Sorry," he whispered as she mumbled into the leather and rattled the chains.

"Cows never liked being chained up. But let's make sure it is a cow and not some deer you're trying to pass off," the old man said as he pushed his son aside. The boy guided his father's hand to Georgina's rear and let the wrinkled hand pat her backside in a move that gave her a chill. "Hoo, she certainly got big. Ain't that right girl!?," he shouted as he smacked her ass with his calloused hand, "That's definitely the ass of a cow alright. Nothing else is that big, but maybe being in the wood made her softer than the others," his words making Georgina red and embarrassed at being called a cow while the old man squeezed her butt cheeks in his palm.

"Why don't you check her out. See how big she's gotten," his son said as he sat his old man down by Georgina's hanging tits.

The boy guided his father's hands once more, but this time it was to those boundless mammaries. "Ooooh, damn," the old man said as he fondled her breasts, "What have you been eating, Betsy?" His cold, boney hands sent shivers throughout Gab's body but the sensation made her nipples harden against her will. Both hands now explored each tit, thinking they were holding onto the biggest pair of udders in the kingdom. He even slapped them around a bit which made her yelp through the leather muzzle. "Get me a bucket, boy. Need to see if Betsy's got it in her.. She feels like she's ready to explode," the father called to his son.

His boy obliged and fetched a pail for his father to milk poor Georgina's no existing liquid into. The son placed the bucket beneath her low hanging boobs and the old man thanked him before starting on what he thought was his long lost cow. Right away, he yanked down on her tits with ease from their base to the areolae with a squeeze near the end. No sound of milk on metal yielded and so the man continued with furrowed brow. Over and over he attempted to milk "Betsy" who cried and whined into the muzzle, humiliated that she was actually being treated like a cow.

"Hmm," pondered as he took pause from fondling Georgina's chest. She felt relief only for a brief moment as the old man continued with a different method. This time he just started pulling down on her tits with full **** in an effort to squeeze out the smallest amount of milk that may be held within. Now she was moaning and screaming from the painful pleasure his wrinkled hands provided with their **** on her delicate mounds. "I don't think she's ready yet son," he stated as he continued to try to milk the reddening udders of the purple haired princess.

He then stopped his milking and tested her nipples with his calloused fingers as he twisted and pulled at the fleshy knobs. Gabs, **** to take it, felt tears fall from her eyes as she cried silently while the old man played with her hard nipples. Feeling a bit sorry for Georgina, the farm boy stopped his father and helped him from the stool. "She may feel like she's ready to milk, father. But I don't think there are any bulls in the woods," he assured him as the boy guided his father back to their home.

"Oh, I feel so foolish. To have forgotten after all these years enfeebled by these damnable eyes!," the old man shouted with his voice fading into the night. Georgian just huffed into the leather strapped to her face and tried to ease her wounded pride after being treated like a common barn animal. When the lad returned to her, she threw a fit of rattling chains and incomprehensible shouts of rage and insults.

"I'm sorry, but you played the part of 'fat fitted cow' quite well," he smirked through his statement. Georgina, still unhappy, made clear yet muffled demands to be set free and given a bed to sleep in for the night as promised. "Well, there are only two beds in the house and this stall is empty unless Betsy does wander back. So you'll have to stay here for tonight," his words made Gabs even more angry as she rattled more violently. "Now, now," he said as he walked away, "I'll get you in the morning."

Georgina let out one loud scream, silenced by her muzzle, and banged her fists against the wooden box on which she stood. Still on all fours, hopelessly trapped in a peasant's barn, she eased herself and took deep breaths through her nose. From there she accepted the situation with regret for ever having agreed to this, and decided to lay down and try to fall asleep. It was hard with all the horrid smells of barnyard animals and their incessant noises, but she managed to fall asleep an hour later.

In the morning, the sun rising slowly above the trees, the farmer boy awoke to a new day. He anticipated the girl trapped in his barn, dead set on feeling her up just like her father had the night before; ready to humiliate her one last time as a cow before setting her free. He walked on over to the barn and found Georgina curled up on the wooden box, sleeping peacefully despite her situation. He smiled and left to retrieve the stool before he woke her up with a slap on the ass, "Wake up, Betsy!"

Gabs startled awake, chains rattling as she returned to her doggy position and stared furiously at her tormentor. He grinned villainously as he pointed to her chest with devious intent that made her eyes roll back with the obvious guess of his next move. This time she endured the "milking" of her breasts as the farm boy had softer hands and was much more gentle than his father. Probably because he knew she was a beautiful woman and not some dumb cow, but she'd never know.

The boy continued to play with her tits like he was sculpting clay, squeezing and pulling at her fatty chest tissue. He ogled those white orbs as his cock hardened from the soft feel in his hands while Georgina just sighed and let him continue. After he finished pressing her nipples in like buttons and flicking them with his index fingers, the farm boy decided he'd had enough and it was time to set "Betsy" free. As soon as he unchained her wrists and ankles, Georgina stood up and turned to the boy whose eyes were fixed to her chest littered with pink hand marks.

In one swift motion, Gabs decked the little bastard with her right hook and knocked the lad out on the spot. She then proceeded to kick him while he was down before unlatching the muzzle from her face and letting her finally breath through her mouth. A final bit of rage in the form of spit on his **** body came from Gabs before she walked her naked ass out of the barn.

She found a chest of her stolen goodies in the house at the foot of her captor's bed, making sure she put it on quietly so as to not wake the sleeping codger nearby. Then she counted her coin to make sure the bastard hadn't hid some and found each sliver in the bag where it belonged. Georgina moved to the table and grabbed herself some free breakfast from their kitchen, stuffing her face full of bread and dried meats before her journey to the next village.

The old man finally awoke and stumbled into the kitchen where he heard the smacking of lips and dinner wear. "Ya feed the animals yet, not?," he asked thinking she was his son. Gabs responded with a mumbled "yeah" through the mass of food in her mouth that sounded like it could have come from anyone. "Alright, get to herding them after you finish," he added before walking away successfully fooled.

Georgina finished the best meal she'd had in a while then packed up some supplies she stole from while the blind man wandered aimlessly. Then she was back out in the morning air and ready to venture forth toward the next village and leave the pervert ridden farm behind. She just hoped that the next village was better than the last too and that this incident didn't come back to haunt her later.