Wait to see what happens

You look around, but you feel helpless to do anything and overwhelmed by your predicament. You stop fighting and just stand there in these odd stocks waiting to find out what is going to happen. You have some idea from what you have witnessed. The position the bench and stocks have you in is with your legs barely reach down to the floor. This forces you to stand on your tip-toes at all times which pushes your ass up and out more and spreads your tender cheeks apart. Standing that exposed with no idea what is coming up behind you is an incredibly **** feeling.

When your legs get tired you can stop standing and lean against the bench, but this strains your neck and you can't remain in that position for more than a few minutes. It is very uncomfortable and you can see other new girls squirming in the stocks as well. The bigger girls appear to have grown into the position and when they get tired they lean forward so their huge, drooping breasts attached to the pincer clamps seem to hold their weight crushed against the stockade's post.

There are flies buzzing in the room and these land on your soft ass and legs and bite you painfully, forcing you to constantly wiggle your ass from side to side to scare them away. Your hands are at least close enough to your head that you can wave them off when they land on your face. Your back and shoulders are a different story and soon you lose track of how many painful bites you have received.

A particularly bad bite prompts a cry of pain from you. One of the wugs tending the cauldron sees you are in pain and it walks over and digs into a leathery pouch on its belt. It produces a yellowish paste that it smears on its hands and begins to rub into your shoulders and down your back.

"Oh, thank the gods," you moan, realizing the wug is applying a salve against the insects.

The wug croaks something and hops around behind you. You can feel the salve smeared over your ass cheeks and the wug massages it gently into your flesh. It smears more over your pussy lips and tight rosebud and you gasp at the feel of its slippery fingers carressing between your crack and down to your slit. The wug croaks something else and spreads open your pussy. It seems to be examining you.

When the wug hops back around it cranes its head to look back at the wug tending the cauldron. When it stands near your head you can't help but notice that its loin cloth is directly level with your face. The wug takes advantage of this, shifting the leathery cloth to the side and revealing its strange penis. It is not very long, but is quite wide were it seems to emerge from a flap in the wug's groin. The cock is pale white, very wet and slimey, wider at the base and tapering to the pinkish tip that it directs between your lips.

You could fight it, but you don't. A fishy taste fills your mouth as it stretches your lips with the widening wedge of its cock. The wug croaks softly and wraps its webbed fingers around your head. It works its hips, sliding in and out of your mouth and prodding your tongue with each thrust. If it thrusts very hard it just touches the back of your throat. The soft flesh of the wug's belly slaps against your nose as it fucks your mouth, using it like a cunt.

It cums very quickly. You first receive a burst of oily-sweet precum that you gulp down. It is followed almost immediately by a throbbing in the creature's cock and thick, gooey squirts of its semen. The frantic humping almost instantly churns the cum into a salty froth that overflows your mouth and is difficult to swallow. It keeps pumping away, basting your tongue in its rich, salty taste and croaking with pleasure. At last it withdraws and most of its cum drains out from between your lips. You look up at the wug, tears in your eyes, and it croaks and pats you on the head like a pet.

It returns to working on the cauldron. You swallow the frothy spunk still in your mouth and lick it from your lips. It's similar to human cum you have tasted, but the fact that it is room temperature is a little strange. The truth is, you didn't even mind that much. You can feel moisture drooling out of your cunt and it's because in some way you liked having your mouth fucked. You just wish the wug had saved a little for your aching, eager slit.

The insects bites have nearly stopped and you wonder if maybe you should begin looking in earnest for a way to escape. Your first encounter might not have been too bad, but you don't know what other atrocities might await. You also feel a little tired, maybe after-effects form the ****. Maybe you could sleep a little.