LOCK CASSANDRA IN THE STOCKS PART III
The trials in Salem were long drawn out and totally unrewarding. The faint echoes of Old World prejudices and horrors of the Inquisition did not sit well with most of the populace. The benefit of midwifery and healing by herbs and potions was easily accepted by the simple folk in a place lacking the skills of the trained physician or surgeon.
Cassie was lucky to be taken away from the scrutiny of the elders for it is certain they would have found some excuse to cause her great bodily harm. Her stint in the stocks was stressful but she bounced back right away and took up her full duties at the Simmons household. In fact, the sounds of her impalement by the two young sons were no longer hidden like before. The Good Wife had her own reasons for including the young girl in the family more as female companionship for her sex-deprived sons than for the mundane chores around the household.
The young indentured servant didn’t mind being tasked with draining the young boy’s pleasure tools frequently because they helped make her feel very feminine and very wanted. Old Mr. Simmons just looked the other way and toted up how much seed he would need for the spring planting. With two young strapping sons there was no need to hire any field hands and it looked like they were going to stay close to home and Cassie’s pussy for some time into the future. She still had almost 3 years left on her writ of indenture.
Cassie was striving to keep the two boys focused on her mouth and her tight little pucker hole as the receptacles for their teenaged spunk and used her pussy sparingly. She hadn’t gotten pregnant as yet but she knew it would be difficult to forestall that likelihood for the next 3 years. It was a tie that would bind her to this family that she was willing to accommodate but had no desire to become a part of.
A visitor came to the Simmons farm early one morning. Cassie heard the strange voice talking to the Good Wife with calm and measured tone. She was curious to see who the stranger was and decided now was a good time to bring the washing inside for folding.
“Cassie, this is the Reverend Hardman inviting us to worship at the new assembly. I just explained that Mrs. Simmons and the two boys are busy in the field. Would you take him to them for I am fearful to disturb their work before the midday rest?”
Cassie immediately recognized the young man as the stranger who had rubbed her bottom so lovingly at the stock spectacle in the marketplace. She hoped he was not aware she was a victim of the same treatment over in Salem town. Her pussy started to tingle remembering the size of the young man’s cock that had explored every last inch of her juicy flanks.
“Good day to you, Reverend Hardman. Have your stocks been busy with sinners and such of late?”
The tall suntanned man of the cloth smiled remembering Cassie’s pretty round bottom all too well. He followed her outside taking a long studied glance at her swaying hips and soft rounded buttocks. Cassie felt like his eyes were burning a hole right into her pussy. Her tingle turned into a full river of female juice that ran down the inside of her long shapely legs. She prayed he had no awareness of her sudden female desire that made her heart pound and her pussy tingle.
Before heading out to the fields, she led him to the secluded curing shed with the hay stacked under the shaded lean-to. This was where she had hidden the witch-lady from Salem town.
“Reverend, do you remember using my bottom some time back?”
“Yes, Cassie, I surely do and I remember how soft and womanly you felt to me. Sometimes, alone in my bed I imagined you next to me and offering your beautiful hindquarters to my pleasure. I know it was sinful but it seemed so right and good to me.”
Cassie was almost spurting her pussy juice at these words. All she did to give the Reverend the right message was to fall backwards on the stack of hay and lift her skirts up enough for him to get a nice view of her pussy and quivering ass cheeks. The man of the cloth was also a man of action because his trousers were at his ankles in a trice and his long thick cock was making its journey up Cassie’s tight vaginal channel.
She shuddered in uncontrollable emotion.
The Reverend cupped her ass cheeks in a most unseemly manner and pounded her pussy with an energy she had never been subjected to before in her entire life. Cassie was so caught up in the frenzy of the moment that she slid her finger right up the Reverend’s brown eye causing him to flood her pussy with spurt after spurt of warm creamy cum.
She was filled like she had never been filled before. It occurred to Cassie that she had opened her pussy wide for the handsome Reverend and that his baby seeds had splashed up hard against her cervix. It was too late to worry about that now. She decided to keep his love seeds inside as they walked out to the field and the three working men.
Reverend Hardman was perplexed.
He had just bedded the best piece of ass he had ever had the good fortune to impale and all he could think about was doing it again. Usually, after he had made a conquest, he was trying to think up excuses for making a quick exit or avoiding another bout of sinful intercourse.
Joshua and Jonathan were ready for a break and a long drink of cool water from the river. Their father was not happy with the interruption and could only think about finishing quick enough to get the stump out on the corner of the south 40 acres.
The Reverend Hardman, who was a very observant fellow, saw that the two brothers were ogling Cassie’s breasts and bottom and that she was reservedly receptive to both of them. It was a sure-fire give-away that the three were involved in affairs of the flesh. It didn’t bother the Reverend in the least little bit. He could see the lay of the land and assumed that Cassie’s indentured duties included giving physical solace to the two young lads. It was not unusual for the time and the place. He had performed many marriages of indentured young nubile females to members of his parish ranging from the age of 16 to 60.
Mr. Simmons agreed to have the whole family including Cassie to the Church for services on the next Sunday and promised to bring a bin of corn for the poorer members of the assembly.
On the way back up to the house, the Reverend asked Cassie for an “encore”. She was not too certain exactly what that meant but the look in his eye caused her to almost run to the curing shed for a repeat performance. She fell forward on her hands and knees in the hay and the Reverend Hardman mounted her with agility and determination after flipping up her skirt and tucking it into her waist.
Cassie looked over her shoulder at the Reverend with heated anticipation. His cum was still leaking out of her pussy, but his new target was her tiny little pucker hole pulsating with excitement. She knew what he wanted and she was willing to give it to him to satisfy his hidden desire. Thank goodness she had been keeping open back there with the constant demands of the two young masters of the farm.
This anal impalement was different than anything she had ever experienced.
It was not the size of the Reverend’s cock or even the time or the place or her ever-changing mood. It was the tender way the Reverend Hardman stretched her sphincter muscle and took control of her very core. I wasn’t so much that he was stretching her to her limit; it was the slow steady ebb and flow of submission and desire. She hid her face from him so he would not see the tears in her eyes. She was crying not from humiliation or pain but from the sheer ecstasy of her taking.
Reverend Hardman pressed on until he felt that magic moment of release. He pulled out and sprayed his creamy load all over Cassie’s flanks and legs. She jumped and shuddered each time a spurt touched some part of her skin. Then he leaned over and cleaned her up with his hungry tongue. The touch of his tongue pushed Cassie into one of those orgasms that left her like a limp washcloth. She rested on the hay lost in a land of handsome tall men and well-formed cocks. The Reverend looked down at her peaceful face and became hopelessly entangled in her spell.
At that very moment, he determined to find a way to acquire this delicious indentured servant as his very own mate and partner. A quiet talk with Mr. Simmons led to an agreement that she would be “donated” to the church and he would compensate the farmer with double what he had paid for her services. Farmer Simmons chuckled at his good fortune and immediately composed a letter to the Royal Prison System requesting a fresh young indentured servant to fill the needs of his two strapping sons. In the meantime he allowed them to avail themselves of the services of the pretty wenches at the Colony Tavern where the serving girls were tastier than the poorly made ale.
Cassie was not quite certain why she was suddenly in the Reverend’s employ but she gladly opened her legs or bent over for him whenever he was in the mood. The touch of his skin on hers kept her in a state of agitated passion. It did not take very long for her to become heavy with child.
Because of the impending arrival of a little bundle of joy and some whispers of “potions” and “herbs”, the Reverend Hardman decided to announce the bans of marriage at the next Sunday service between him and the indentured servant girl.
Shortly after, the words, “Do you, Cassandra Higgins take the Reverend Jeremiah Hardman to be your lawful wedded husband as long as you both may live?”
The beautiful glowing indentured girl dressed in white smiled and replied,
At the back of the small church the hooded figure of the accused witch from Salem town stood silently in the shadows. She rubbed her small amulet with the pointed star and recited her “happiness” casting to seal her promise to repay the young mistress who had saved her life. Cassandra looked in her direction sensing her presence but could not see her in the darkened corner.
She offered her lips to the handsome tall Reverend and felt the quickening of life deep inside her very core.
It was a moment that she wanted to keep forever in her memory.
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