Millford Fair

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Eleanor stammered out “please don’t duck me again. I can’t take anymore”
“Tis the only way you ever gave pleasure to a man and you want us to stop? Duck her again”
Eleanor knew she truly couldn’t take much more of this. She was ready to do anything.
“What do you all say? If she sucks on my swollen cock that would show she’s learned her lesson. Maybe we would let her go. No walking though, she’ll have to crawl home to show she knows her proper place.”
“Yes please anything you say.”
They swung the chair back to shore and set it down. The tattered remnant of her smock was torn from her body and tossed into the pond. “Now close your eyes. You aint worthy to look at my manly cock.” She shut her eyes tight. He stepped over to position himself in front of the chair. Instead of lowering his pants he reached down and picked up one of the great turd bobbing in the water. “Open wide it’s coming in.” he said. He shoved the turd into her open mouth and half way down her throat. Then he lifted her chin to force her head back and her mouth shut. “Swallow it, Swallow it” the crowd chanted. Eleanor knew that even if she could spit the turd out it would be the end. They would continue to duck her until she drowned. She thought of other women from the village histories who had drowned here in this very pond. Their backs pressed into this very stool. The same iron band cinching about their waists. She fought against the gag reflex and chokingly swallowed. Her stomach revolted and sent the turd up again filling her mouth. Again and again she choked and swallowed till at last she had no strength to bring it up. He released her chin. Her head lolled forward brown slime dribbling from the corner of her mouth, down her chin to drip on her chest. The mob had finally found release in this ultimate act of humiliation. They stood there looking on, exhausted and fully sated before they undid the bands and tilted the unconscious woman into the mud beside the pond.

As Eleanor slowly regained consciousness she could hear voices around her. “Y’think it’s still alive? It hasn’t moved in an hour. Gad it sure stinks lying there in it’s own puke. You see the way it swallowed that turd? Think it liked the taste? Anything could do that aint really a human.” Eleanor realized that the “it” these children were laughing about was her. “Maybe we should just roll it into the pond to drown and go home” at this Eleanor struggled to raise herself up. “Well it’s moving” Realising now that she was naked Eleanor wrapped her arms around her chest. “Look at it trying to cover itself. Stupid thing, not like it has any titties to cover or anything.” Eleanor started to push herself into a standing position. “Oh no yuh don’t. We heard yuh promise. No walkin home yuh got to crawl like they said. We stuck around to watch yer crawl and we aint gonna be cheated. You don’t crawl proper and it’s back in the stool with yer”

Eleanor looked at the crowd of street urchins around her. They were no more than seven or eight years old, boys and girls both. But there were a dozen of them and she was so exhausted she could barely sit up. They would have no problem shoving her into the ducking stool if they took a mind to it. And so resignedly Eleanor started moving away from the pond on hands and knees. “Unh Unh. That’s jus walking like a dog. Any stray dog in this village is better than you. Yuh gonna crawl on yer belly like a bitch what’s been whipped good. All slimy with shit yuh look like a stinking slug. Yuh should drag yer self along on yer belly like a slimy slug. One of the larger boys pressed down on her back with his foot and forced her chest and belly down into the mud. Groaning in pain and humiliation Eleanor dragged herself along through the mud at the edge of the pond. When ever she raised herself even an inch off the ground a booted foot pressed down on her buttocks or shoulders to force her belly and chest into the mud. This was bad enough. Once she reached the roadway the slimmy mud gave way to sharp gravel. This grated at her hip bones and the tender flesh of her little titties. She almost looked forward to the piles of horse manure in the road. However disgusting they at least offered some relief from the sharp gravel. Half a mile of this torment and she dragged herself across her threshold and swung the door shut. She lay on the floor unable to move but at least safe for now. Tomorrow she would have to force herself out again into a village where she would be surrounded by jeering faces and laughing eyes and the full knowledge of what those eyes had seen. If she lived to be a hundred it was something that they would never forget. They would see to it that she didn’t either.

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Eleanor stammered out “please don’t duck me again. I can’t take anymore”
“Tis the only way you ever gave pleasure to a man and you want us to stop? Duck her again”
Eleanor knew she truly couldn’t take much more of this. She was ready to do anything.
“What do you all say? If she sucks on my swollen cock that would show she’s learned her lesson. Maybe we would let her go. No walking though, she’ll have to crawl home to show she knows her proper place.”
“Yes please anything you say.”
They swung the chair back to shore and set it down. The tattered remnant of her smock was torn from her body and tossed into the pond. “Now close your eyes. You aint worthy to look at my manly cock.” She shut her eyes tight. He stepped over to position himself in front of the chair. Instead of lowering his pants he reached down and picked up one of the great turd bobbing in the water. “Open wide it’s coming in.” he said. He shoved the turd into her open mouth and half way down her throat. Then he lifted her chin to force her head back and her mouth shut. “Swallow it, Swallow it” the crowd chanted. Eleanor knew that even if she could spit the turd out it would be the end. They would continue to duck her until she drowned. She thought of other women from the village histories who had drowned here in this very pond. Their backs pressed into this very stool. The same iron band cinching about their waists. She fought against the gag reflex and chokingly swallowed. Her stomach revolted and sent the turd up again filling her mouth. Again and again she choked and swallowed till at last she had no strength to bring it up. He released her chin. Her head lolled forward brown slime dribbling from the corner of her mouth, down her chin to drip on her chest. The mob had finally found release in this ultimate act of humiliation. They stood there looking on, exhausted and fully sated before they undid the bands and tilted the unconscious woman into the mud beside the pond.

As Eleanor slowly regained consciousness she could hear voices around her. “Y’think it’s still alive? It hasn’t moved in an hour. Gad it sure stinks lying there in it’s own puke. You see the way it swallowed that turd? Think it liked the taste? Anything could do that aint really a human.” Eleanor realized that the “it” these children were laughing about was her. “Maybe we should just roll it into the pond to drown and go home” at this Eleanor struggled to raise herself up. “Well it’s moving” Realising now that she was naked Eleanor wrapped her arms around her chest. “Look at it trying to cover itself. Stupid thing, not like it has any titties to cover or anything.” Eleanor started to push herself into a standing position. “Oh no yuh don’t. We heard yuh promise. No walkin home yuh got to crawl like they said. We stuck around to watch yer crawl and we aint gonna be cheated. You don’t crawl proper and it’s back in the stool with yer”

Eleanor looked at the crowd of street urchins around her. They were no more than seven or eight years old, boys and girls both. But there were a dozen of them and she was so exhausted she could barely sit up. They would have no problem shoving her into the ducking stool if they took a mind to it. And so resignedly Eleanor started moving away from the pond on hands and knees. “Unh Unh. That’s jus walking like a dog. Any stray dog in this village is better than you. Yuh gonna crawl on yer belly like a bitch what’s been whipped good. All slimy with shit yuh look like a stinking slug. Yuh should drag yer self along on yer belly like a slimy slug. One of the larger boys pressed down on her back with his foot and forced her chest and belly down into the mud. Groaning in pain and humiliation Eleanor dragged herself along through the mud at the edge of the pond. When ever she raised herself even an inch off the ground a booted foot pressed down on her buttocks or shoulders to force her belly and chest into the mud. This was bad enough. Once she reached the roadway the slimmy mud gave way to sharp gravel. This grated at her hip bones and the tender flesh of her little titties. She almost looked forward to the piles of horse manure in the road. However disgusting they at least offered some relief from the sharp gravel. Half a mile of this torment and she dragged herself across her threshold and swung the door shut. She lay on the floor unable to move but at least safe for now. Tomorrow she would have to force herself out again into a village where she would be surrounded by jeering faces and laughing eyes and the full knowledge of what those eyes had seen. If she lived to be a hundred it was something that they would never forget. They would see to it that she didn’t either.

Groveling home on mud, gravel, etc, only to be ducked again tomorrow.