Back to town for the feast

We were making our way back to town, Ben carrying a thoroughly abused Ruby on his shoulder. She was glowing with exhaustion and the excitement of finally being free to use, and she waved at everyone we met on the way. Everyone we ran into joined our group, until we were a large procession following the successfully captured slut back to town.

We had picked up Rose and Tony on the way down, who had had their own fun --- Rose was skipping merrily down the forest path, Tony's semen leaking freely from her pussy and asshole. We also met up with Natalie, who had joined a couple of her friends in entertaining the poor suckers who had been looking for Ruby by the lake. Her hair was plastered to her face and one of her eyes was glued shut. She gave me a warm hug and a long, intense kiss.

Back in town, the festival volunteers had rolled out an exquisite carpet that was only used for this occasion, which led to a dais in the middle of the square. Ruby's parents were waiting by a cart at the beginning of the carpet. Ben handed Ruby over to her beaming father, who took her and placed her on the cart. The entire town lined up to the sides of the carpet, forming an alley.

As Ruby's parents triumphantly pushed the cart with their soiled daughter on it to the center of the square, the men of the town started jerking off. One by one, as the cart passed them, they showered Ruby in hot, celebratory cum, while she squealed with delight. By the time the cart reached the center, Ruby was well and truly soaked, the jizz of the entire town dripping off her in big fat dollops.

On the dais were several spit-roasts that held whole pigs, being roasted for the big feast that was about to begin. In the very center of the dais was another contraption that looked like a BDSM version of a spit-roast, to which Ruby's parents affixed her cum-stained body. The mayor of Freeminster walked up to Ruby and solemnly ejaculated onto her waiting face.

"Ruby Heydon, welcome to slutdom. May you serve us well."

The crowd cheered and started moving towards the square, where the tables and benches had been rearranged in a circular fashion around the dais and filled with food and drink.

The rest of the evening was a lavish feast, with lots of **** and fine food. Ruby continued to be the main attraction of the day; she was kept bound up in the center of the dais, and everyone who wanted to have their way with her could just walk up to her --- provided they served her something to eat or to drink. Consequently, there were long lines all evening, full of eager men and women carrying tasty morsels or small glasses with various drinks, which they would ritually feed to Ruby before mercilessly descending on her holes. Natalie, Rose, and I went up there several times ourselves, with the girls licking the new slut's body all over and me enjoying the opportunity to spend some more time in her ass.

As the evening went on, Nat's mom told us a few stories of previous Freeminster Slut Hunts that she had been part of. She was quite proud of her own, as she had managed to evade her captors for several hours before finally being ambushed and gangbanged near the waterfall, but no one would ever be able to top what her childhood friend Lily Krimmer had pulled off during her own induction. She had managed to make it all the way to a neighbouring village, where she was kept for several days until the citizens of Freeminster mounted a midnight raid and carried their slut back home. To this day, there was still a mocking rivalry between the two settlements, with the neighbours never letting the Freeminsterans forget that they had managed to steal their slut. The shortest Slut Hunt in Freeminster history had occurred just a few years prior, when Joel Romano's handcuffs had given way and allowed him to snatch innocent little Milla Fulton just as she had jumped off the podium. To the jeers of the assembled audience, he violated her then and there while the rest of the men struggled to free themselves so they could join him.

The feast went on well into the night, but by the time we left the town center, Ruby was still being used. She had long since fallen asleep, exhausted but happy about her successful hunt, and a group of boys who were freshly legal themselves were taking turns sliding clumsily in and out of her abused openings, taking care not to wake her. The next morning, the mayor would take out his ceremonial golden key and free Ruby, and she would be washed by her mother and allowed to begin her normal life as a slut for the men of Freeminster.