Laralassa gets fucked in the pillory

Laralassa watched as the two nymphs walked into the distance taking their captive enchantress with them. She thrashed in the pillory in frustration, trying to break free, but it was impossible. She shifted her footing uncomfortably. She'd only been bent over for half an hour, but it was already becoming highly disagreeable.

"God's dammit!" she muttered in frustration. How absolutely appalling it was to have fallen into her own trap! If any of her sisters in the order were to hear of this she'd never live it down. When she got her hands on those damned nymphs she'd....

There was a polite cough. "Excuse me? Can I help you?"

A man stepped into view. He was wearing heavy, gleaming armour and carried a two handed sword. He had silver hair and a kindly expression. The amulet around his neck had the symbol of the Golden Goddess it, marking him as a virtuous paladin.

Laralassa felt herself blushing. She held these self righteous paladins in complete disdain, with their morals and ethics and blah blah blah, but now she was at this one's mercy. At least he hadn't recognised her!

"I'm a lady of the woodland realm," she said. "I'm no thief! But I came foul of bandits on the road and they trapped me here until three men have had their way with me." The paladin looked horrified. Good! "Could you free me please, good knight?"

The paladin was already leaping into action of course. In other circumstances Laralassa would have rolled her eyes in disgust, but she was in fact very grateful to have been found first by a man of honour. But no matter how the paladin, whose name was Sir Torgan, pulled at the pillory or struck it's lock with his sword he could not break her free. Eventually he sat back in the sun, breathing heavily. "I'm sorry, good lady," he said apologetically. "I can't free you. I don't know how."

"It's the magic," Laralassa said grimly. "Looks like I'm stuck here until I've paid their price."

"Do you want me to get help? Perhaps with more men...?"

Laralassa had no intention of being seen in this state by more men, bent over in a roadside pillory with her pants pulled down! Besides, she wanted to be back on the road before nightfall.

"No, sir knight," she said firmly. Then, feeling a little disgusted with herself, "I think I have to pay their price. Would you perhaps be the first?"

Sir Torgan protested of course, but she could see that the thought excited him. And, she was asking for it, right? And it would help save her, right? Before too long he was persuaded, and had taken his position stood behind her with his trousers down. She heard him spit, and then his fingers brushed lightly against her pussy, wetting them with saliva. And then he pressed his cock against her pussy and pushed and....

"Oh my God!" Laralassa cried, eyes boggling. He was big! She'd always had paladins down as having tiny cocks, but this guy had girth.

The paladin fucked her slowly. At every thrust Laralassa's shoulders were pushed into the wooden frame of the pillory. She wished she could look behind her or change position, but of course she just had to stand there, bent over, and take it. Soon the knight was groaning meaningfully and his thrusts sped up. She felt him go to withdraw, like a knight always did with a lady.

"No, no!" She shouted. "Cum in me! You have to!" And then she felt Sir Torgan tense and groan in satisfaction, and a load of his sticky mess erupted triumphantly in her pussy. He withdrew, and she felt drops of his cum dropping onto her thigh.

Sir Torgan pulled up his trousers, and then, almost apologetically, also pulled up hers, and wiped the sweat from her brow. "That was very nice," he said awkwardly, clearly unsure what to say. Laralassa nodded impatiently, now keen to get rid of him. She had no need to be reminded of her fucking by a damn paladin!

"Perhaps I should stay and guard you?" He asked hesitantly.

"You'll scare people away. Please leave."

Eventually Sir Torgan was persuaded he could do no more good and walked into the distance, leaving Laralassa once more alone.

She saw the next man some distance off, walking down the road towards her with a small flock of sheep. He was a young man, barely twenty, wearing a simple shepherd's frock and carrying a crook. He looked puzzled at first when he saw Laralassa.

"Well!" He said. "I don't often see ladies in these here stocks, that's for sure. Phewee!" Slowly his face was taking on a more calculating look, but he was clearly a bit simple, and he smelled as if he hadn't bathed in a month. Laralassa hung her head in shame, knowing what was coming.

The shepherd walked behind her, leaving his sheep milling aimlessly. She felt his rough hands undoing her belt and yanking down her trousers. The cold air on her ass only made her feel more ****.

"Please don't hurt me," she said.

"Hurt you?" Laughed the shepherd. "Hardly that." Then he lifted his smock and mounted her, enjoying the startled gasp the elf made as his girthful cock pushed into her dry tight pussy.

The shepherd didn't have much time, so he made quick work of it. He just took what he wanted, fucking the bounty hunter hard and fast. Poor Laralassa had sheep nosing her face and brushing against her as the shepherd rode her, driving her hard and artlessly until finally he came, squeezing her ass cheeks painfully. Then, humming a jaunty tune, he withdrew, and moments later left her without a word of goodbye, whistling. He hadn't even bothered to pull her trousers up, and she was bare once more.

Laralassa gritted her teeth. This was by far the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to her!

The sun was low on the horizon when a third man came down the road. She could tell from his dark armour and trademark bow that he was a bandit of some kind. His hair was greasy and unclean, and he had a sallow, unkindly look to him.

"Well, well, well," he sneered. "What have we here?"

Laralassa felt her heart sink. She had no wish to be fucked by such a man, but she only had to do one more and she was a free elf again. She felt her mouth was dry.

"I'm quite helpless," she said meekly. "you can have your way with me."

"Can I, now," the thin man sneered with an unfavorable look, circling her. Then he came closer. "Well, might be that those boots look rather nice..."

"What are you...? No! NO!"

But of course, Laralassa was in no position to stop him. The bandit pulled her boots off one by one, and then dragged her leggings down, lifting her entirely off the ground to remove them. Her panties fell into his hands too. Then her leather armour was unbuckled and fell to the ground, and he scooped it away into a pile. Finally, Laralassa was quite naked.

"Why you! I'll get you!"

The bandit just laughed, still circling her. He smirked at the sight of the red marks on the elf's white ass. "Looks like someone got you first," he sneered. "And now it's my turn."

But instead of mounting her from behind as the paladin and shepherd had done, the bandit stood in front of her and began undoing his britches. Laralassa's eyes boggled at the indignity.

"I will NOT!" She gasped.

The bandit just shrugged, and pulled his meaty cock from his trousers. It was fat and half erect already. He pressed the moist tip into Laralassa's lips, but she kept her mouth firmly closed. His musky smell was overwhelming and she nearly wretched.

"Open up," the bandit said slyly. "Or it's going in your ass."

He didn't mean it. Surely. She glared at him, mouth firmly shut.

"If that's how you want it," the bandit said, and started to walk around the helpless bounty hunter.

"No!" She said, defeated. "No. Come back. I'll do it."

"Do what?" He stopped and leered at her.

"I'll suck your cock," she said with resignation.

So she did. The bandit stood before her, hands on hips, and she sucked him into her warm mouth and began to blow him. It was difficult with her head in the stocks, but she managed to strike up a rhythm, helped by the bandit's gently thrusting hips. One of his hands rested lightly on her head.

"Oh yes," he teased. "Suck me like a slut! Faster!"

She gobbled and gagged, her lips smacking around his cock. Drool dripped from her mouth onto the floor. Eventually she felt him tense, and there was an explosion of sticky cum in her mouth. She gagged again, but she knew what was expected of her. Grimly, she swallowed it, drinking down the bandit's warm jizz as he laughed and taunted her.

Eventually he stepped back, grinning and doing his britches up. Laralassa rattled her pillory in frustration. It wouldn't open! But she'd fucked three men, just as the nymphs had hexed her - why wouldn't it open? Was it because oral sex didn't count? God's damn it!

The bandit gave her a mocking bow and left, taking her armour, boots and underclothes with him. Laralassa, now naked, felt chilly and **** in the fading rays of the setting sun. She really didn't want to be left in the pillory overnight, but her chances of getting free weren't looking great.

She didn't see anyone for a couple of hours, save a carriage of ladies that rattled by, kicking up a cloud of dust as it rode into the city. The ladies didn't stop, but one of them saw the bounty hunter and pointed at her, and the sounds of their mocking laughter were audible even as the carriage faded into the distance.

Night fell. The sounds of the road changed as the crickets came out and in the distance an owl hooted. Far in the distance she could see the lights of the city against the dark sky. It was getting chilly, and she shivered.

Then came the sound of crunching footsteps on the gravel path, slowly coming to a halt behind her. She tried to turn and see who was there, but of course it was impossible with her head trapped in the pillory.

"Hello? Who's there? Show yourself!"

No response. In fact, there was no sound at all, except for a distant owl.

Then, the footsteps crunched closer, and she felt something brush against her ass.

"Who is that? Let me see you!"

A large hand clasped her ass cheek, and she gasped in surprise. And then she felt something big pressing against her pussy.

"Please! Let me see OOOOoo!"

Laralassa's words were cut off by a squeal as a huge cock pushed inside of her, lifting the heels of her feet off the floor. Whoever, or whatever, this was, its cock was huge! It paused for a moment, and she gripped the pillory board tightly with her fingers.

"Oh God oh God oh God..." she moaned as more and more of the cock was pushed inside her. Then the fucking started. It was gentle at first, but quickly became harder. The boards of the pillory rattled and banged as she was pounded into them over and over again. She was lifted quite off her feet. Her eyes were rolling in her sockets and she was only semi-consious when the huge cock finally erupted inside her like a volcano. Moments later it pulled out of her and she sank to the ground, finally free, feeling empty and soiled. She turned to see her tormentor, but he - it - had already retreated into the darkness. She could hear the heavy footfalls on the gravel fading quickly into the distance.

Feeling sore and dirty, Laralassa finally stood and stretched. Thick globules of sticky cum dripped down her legs, and she looked around in disgust for a leaf to clean herself with. She wouldn't be able to forget her ordeal any time soon, but she tried to put it to the back of her mind. A bath would help, and soon, she thought grimly. Then in the light of the full moon she dug out the travelling bag she'd buried as security, got dressed in a simple black tunic and trousers, and set off to Akn-Reibar to find a place to get clean - and the nymphs and enchantress who had left her so helpless in the pillory.