Yet still more naked nightmares

Goodwife Sarah Browne (1691) was bathing in the woods when the Devil snuck up on her and stole all her clothes. It was a lovely summer day in the Massachusetts Colony, and the last thing she expected to see was the Devil. She didn't notice him until she heard a rustle in the reeds, and turned around, to find him sitting on the hollow log where she kept her clothes.

"God's love," she cried, which was the Puritan version of "Eek!", and ducked down below the pond's surface. Like all good Puritan girls she was extremely modest, and had no intention of showing her lovely unclad body to any strange man. Especially if he was the Devil. She crouched in the shallows, her unbound chestnut hair floating around her and her slim pale body showing hazily through the water, and said, "Prithee, sir, be so good as to lend me my gown back."

"No," said the Devil.

"But, sir, my condition be most unseemly."

"That is as I like it."

"You be no gentleman, sir."

"No. For, indeed, I am the Devil."

"Do not jest of these things! I beg of you, sir, my gown!"

"Come and fetch it," said the Devil. "For if you do not, I shall burn it, and you shall return home clad as you are. And all the fine people of the town shall see you, and they shall say, prithee, thus goes by Sarah Browne, and she has not her clothing on. What a foolish girl."

"This would be most regrettable," said Sarah Browne. But the Devil was obstinate, as he is. And so after much bantering, Sarah Browne was obliged to concede to the inevitable, and emerge from the pond in a shamefaced state, with naught but her two hands for cover. And the Devil did get a good look, and whistled, and liked what he saw.

"Now," said he. "A trinket for the bold." And he tossed to her a bonnet, and a pair of black shoes, and knee-high white stockings, and naught else. And, seeing no alternative, she donned these flimsy garments, and stood before the Devil with her hair modestly covered and all else wantonly bare, saying, "May I have the rest?"

"No," said Devil.

"But, sir," Sarah whined, and heard herself whining, and despised herself for womanly weakness, and clasped her arms still more tightly to her bare skin, "I should not go in this condition, or my good name will be slandered from one end of the colony to the other."

"Then ye must serve my will," said the Devil, leaping to his feet and brandishing a long switch, fresh-cut from a willow tree. "Yonder log awaits, my dear."

"Nay," said Sarah, and took a step back, but the Devil chased her once and twice and thrice around the pond, striking at her maidenly round rump, until the spirit of chastity left her and she agreed to serve his vile purposes. So she bent over the log, and the Devil's switch peppered her backside until the stripes glowed red. And then the Devil put his hand between her legs and asked if she would like to be fucked.

"Nay," protested Sarah, her face scarlet. "Not in all creation, not until the last trump blows me home, shall I condescend to be.... to be... to be a word a maiden like me ought not to know, with such a creature as the Devil!"

"But thy cunt's as wet as thy bottom is red," observed the Devil.

"'Slander! Deception! Ye have no business touching me... ooh!"

"I shall keep at ye backside until ye agree."

"Fine," muttered Sarah, her lovely features stamped with the crimson imprint of foul shame. "But only this once."

So the Devil's cock, which is the finest cock in all creation, saving perhaps God's, slid with ease into Sarah's hot wet pussy, or whatever the seventeenth-century word for that would be. And the two had themselves the finest fuck in the whole history of the Massachusetts Colony. And when they were done, the Devil lit his pipe, and used the match to set fire to Sarah's dress, which burnt to ash.

"Now," he said, grinning evilly, which is the only way the Devil ever grins, "you may go home."

"But you said you'd give my clothes back!"

"No I didn't. Why did you trust me? I'm the Devil."

And so poor Sarah Browne was obliged to make her way all the way home through the winding forest paths, past the fields and the outlying farmhouses, back to her busy little village on the Massachusetts shore, with no clothes on. Except her white bonnet, her knee-length white stockings and her buckled black shoes. And she was no more than five minutes from home when she was caught trying to steal a blanket from the washing-line of Goodwife Purity Greenacre, who had always disliked her.

"Sarah Browne," she called out, loud enough for the whole village to hear. "Why've you got no clothes on?"

"I know," shouted an indistinct voice from somewhere beyond the garden wall. "She's been in the woods, having sex with the Devil."

"No I haven't," protested Sarah, trying to cover her slender body with her hands, hiding her small breasts with one arm and her sensitive rosy-pink cunt with the other. But it was no use. Everyone could tell just by looking at her that she'd been off having sex with the Devil. People were more attuned to that sort of thing in the olden days.

So Sarah was dragged into the middle of town and clapped in the stocks for all the villagers to see, still stark naked. And Goodwife Purity cut a willow switch and took it to her pert little bottom, until she confessed that she'd had sex with the Devil. And the word WHORE was written in scarlet across her breasts and she was left there all day long, with the switch beside her so anyone could pick it up and give her what she deserved.

And the Devil sent a thousand invisible imps to pinch her nipples and nibble her neck and tickle her pussy and stick cold slimy fingers up her bottom, for hours on end. And the whole town got to watch.

And she had all her clothes taken away forever, and was **** to be Goodwife Purity's housemaid, and was paraded naked through every little town in the colony, and put in the stocks and **** to confess her sins. And every night the Devil came to her, in her little cot in Goodwife Purity's basement, and pinned her down, and fucked her, and spanked her naughty bottom.

And God was okay with it. After all, it's what she deserved.