Isabel's Time at the Tavern
Skal Ton
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Isabel sobbed as she pulled on the short chain connecting her to a collar to the outside of the tavern. The sun was starting to rise, which meant guests, who would see her naked body as a siren call! And all she’d done was drop one glass!
…a few times, over a few weeks…okay, so she wasn’t the best barmaid but it didn’t mean she had to be subjected to this! Her feet tapped against the cobblestone below her, and she could hear the other employees inside laughing and setting up, chairs dragging against the wood as she cried, reaching out as best she could to the door to rap on it. “Please! Please don’t leave me out here!” Her bright red hair bounced around her shoulders, sliding across her naked back as her breasts pressed into the rough stone of the tavern.
No one answered her plaintive pleas, and she sniffled and tried to hold back the tears sliding down her face as she pulled and pulled on the chain connecting her neck to the tavern’s wall. Her nose kept grazing stone and her feet made tapping noises as she tried to force herself away and break loose from it.
There was a sign next to her that she could barely read, but had seen when the other employees dragged her out and undressed her, laughing at her shrieks of terror. ‘Paying off debt! 1 Gold = 1 Fuck, any hole’ and a jar dangled under it to collect her ‘wages’. The key to the collar, if one chose her mouth, was inside so she couldn’t free herself.
Dangling from the sign was an assortment of plugs to insert into her if one so chose, lube, and a few sharp instruments she knew not the name of.
All she could do was shriek and plead,
swallowing roughly as she heard the hoofbeats of a horse
arriving.
‘Please, please, please,’ she pleaded, tearing up and grabbing onto
the chain for dear life. ‘Please, just go on-‘
“Now what do we got here?”
She let out a stuttering sob, bending over to try and shield her
breasts and exposed pussy. “P-Please, sir, please, could you…could
you ask them to let me go? Please?”
“Mmm, seems like you’ve got yourself a debt
here, missy,” a rough hand knocked against the wooden sign,
whistling as he drew his hand back. She could see it was covered in
a leather glove, but that was all. “Dun think lettin’ ya go’s a
good idea.”
She whined, squirming to try and hide against the rough stone,
tilting her head to look at him with tears streaking down her face.
“Please…i-it was just an accident, I didn’t mean…!”
The man behind her was muscular, wearing a knight’s helmet and
armor. His horse remained stationary nearby, flicking its tail at
stray flies. The man was tall, taller than her for certain, steely
grey eyes staring out of the helmet without a care as he adjusted
his pants. “S’ppose I could help a maiden out, empty my achin’
balls.”
“Nooo,” she shrieked, squirming and tugging on the chain as he
dropped a gold coin in the jar, grabbing her hips without a care
for her kicking legs.
“Gotta pay yer debts, missy,” was all he said as he lined his fat, leaking cock up. She shrieked again, squirming around, and his attempts at thrusting forward only slid through her folds, nudging her clit and making her jerk at the sharp burst of pleasure before he gripped himself. “Stop movin’,” he grunted, pressing against her unstretched entrance, his other hand keeping her still as he pushed the fat, spongy head of his cock against her.
She let out a sob as it breached her, curling her toes in pain as
it forced itself into her, her entire body shaking as he grunted
and moaned. It popped in and he let out a sigh of relief as she
shrieked, tensing up as he smacked her hip. “Quiet down now,
gettin’ me ears ringing.”
Isabel sniffled, her face absolutely ruined by tears running down her face as the man shifted her to arch her back more, pushing in deeper. He didn’t care that she was tight as a snake constricting around its prey, or for her blubbering pleas, just rocking slowly into her and grunting.