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The Institute of Advanced Sexuality - Chapter 15
For twelve long years the settlers effectively held Frieda as a slave. She was passed from family to family, entering and leaving the way she came, stark naked, hobbled and with her hands tightly tied behind her back. What was done to her depended upon the family's needs and belief about her past behavior. Three times during this phase in her life she found herself impregnated by a member or members of the family where she worked. Usually it was easy to identify the family, but never the man or youth directly responsible for her condition. This was because every week she would be taken to the largest barn in the settlement on Saturday evening and used by upwards of a dozen members of the small town. This was viewed as discipline rather than sexual congress, especially since the priest still considered Frieda to be in league with a demon. On the following day after church services, Father Damon would hear his former sex partner's confession and hand down her penance. The good priest was privy to almost all the gossip that flowed among the settlers, and his dear wife, Hilda, often passed along those tidbits he missed to him. Thus he mostly knew in advance what sins she had committed and usually with whom.
It should be mentioned that Hilda turned out to be quite capable when it came to satisfying most of his sexual urges, and very severe with her demands when their household gave shelter to Frieda. Hilda was the one who had the idea of inviting certain ladies over to her home to first welcome the sinner. This went so well that she expanded the initial meeting into two meetings, the second to be held on the last day of her stay, when they would wish her well in the new assignment and pray for her forgiveness. Some households wanted the woman for perhaps a week or two, others like Hilda would take her for a month, especially in the winter when they could devote more time to the sinner.
During harvest and planting time Frieda worked tirelessly in the fields beneath the blazing sun, naked and hobbled. The settlers treated her during this time like any other beast of burden and made sure she was properly fed and got enough water to prevent her from becoming dehydrated. Often she would be required to service some of the workers at break times since they didn't have enough time or energy once they returned home from the fields. This caused some friction in certain homes, and she always paid the price when it came her time to serve the woman of that house.
Prior to her first pregnancy, the women of the settlement paid little attention to what transpired out of their sight. She managed to disguise her situation for nearly three months before a sharp-eyed woman noticed the telltale rounding of her belly and made her condition known to every one in the town. There were discussions as to whom the father was, and what to do if she went to term. The matter became academic when she spontaneously aborted the very next month, making a number of men most relieved. There would have been hell to pay if she identified the father to be the fifteen year-old boy who had sex with her two and three times a day during her most fertile period. Instead she stayed mute and suffered the consequences that involved numerous beatings for weeks on end until she became old news and of little interest to the town people.
However her long hair was shaved from her head and her left ass cheek was branded with a hot iron as a reminder of what she might expect if she continued to seduce the men of the town. This made a tremendous impact on her and solidified her belief that she was quite different from the rest of the women she had met here and prior when she was with the Madame. At that point she didn't know the power she had. It would take another twenty plus years before she began to truly flower as a potential Uber Oma.
It was Hilda who made some arrangements with the other women of the town and managed to get her hands on Frieda within a month. The welcome meeting was an event that was talked about for many years afterward. She invited all the women who suspected that their husbands might have impregnated her. She also arranged for her husband to hear Frieda's confession concerning her impregnation. She stubbornly refused to reveal her secret and he was furious. In a rage he excommunicated her from the church, such as it was for this renegade, and turn her over to the ladies in hopes that they might be able to force the truth from her on this matter.
Every one of the five women she invited accepted with eagerness. On that day, Damon had arranged to be visiting a family that lived some distance from the main settlement, leaving his home to the ladies. If the truth were known, he had more than one motive for this visit. He was carrying on an affair with the wife, a young woman in her late teens who had not yet become pregnant. She had confessed her concern during one of her racy confessions and the renegade priest rose to the bait. It seems that her husband enjoyed a great deal of foreplay before attempting to impregnate her. Unfortunately for the young newlyweds he had a quick response to activities such as having his cock sucked, especially when it was coupled with her middle finger probing for his prostate.
How she came to be so knowledgeable about such things was something that intrigued the cleric. One thing led to another and to his amazement she picked up on his interest in her plight to the point that he accepted her invitation to discuss this matter at more length. Their discussion soon developed into a hands-on demonstration of techniques for exciting her husband, but still preventing him from losing control. Although she became an adept pupil, the wife was unable to transfer the knowledge to her husband. However she and Father Damon were continuing to "work the problem".
Hilda's home had running water, electricity and a basement room that doubled as a prison cell and torture chamber for Frieda. The latest addition to the house was the enclosed back area that featured a whipping post and a dog run. Neither had been used due to the weather and lack of a suitable sinner. She and her husband had their eye on a few potential sinners based on the confessions he heard, but to date they still bided their time. Of course Hilda knew full well about her husband's liaisons with the newlywed wife, and gave it her full approval. In the long run, she might become another sinner worth cultivating. In fact just before her husband left for his assignation with the newlywed, Gert, he had made a substantial deposit of sperm inside of Frieda's cunt. Hilda observed his effort, her eyes dancing with sexual excitement at the prowess of her studly husband, the renegade priest.
No one was late for this event. In fact the one who came last was five minutes early, which pleased Hilda no end. Two of her invitees had spent more than a few evenings sharing a bed with Hilda when she was a widow. Even with a virile husband sleeping with her every night, she still had occasional lapses, becoming a bit unsettled that she no longer was enjoying feminine companionship now and then. This was something she intended to discuss with Damon, when the time was right. She shook off those recollections and led the ladies down the stairs to where Frieda waited, naked and securely restrained to a rough wooden table, one of the fixtures in this chamber of horrors. Hilda had whipped her soundly the day she arrived, but by now the welts were fading. It turned out to be excellent timing for this meeting for a variety of reasons.
Her guests were astonished at the room and its contents. Hilda then revealed her intentions for Frieda, which included help from her friends. She added that her husband was absolutely in favor of what she wished to do to the recalcitrant sinner. It only took a few minutes for the ladies to agree to assist her in this endeavor. Hilda then produced a list of things she thought they might do to this troublemaker before the day was done. Her first item was to match the sinner's pubic mound to her bald head. For this she wanted to use a razor that needed sharpening, but for this purpose, it was ideal. She expected quite a few nicks and cuts would occur before Frieda's mound was as hairless as a child's. Then she smiled and added that tweezers would be available to get at those hard to reach springy hairs that were abundant in the area between her cunt and asshole. She suggested that the ladies draw lots to see in what order they would proceed.
Hilda took the lead and began shaving Frieda's mound, bringing shouts from their victim. At a nod from Hilda, two of the women began slapping her face with roundhouse blows that landed with authority, making her head move from side to side. Hilda giggled when her hand slipped and caused a deep gash to form within inches of the opening to the captive's cunt. The ladies made light of what was happening and watched more cuts appear, leaving trails of blood as the dull blade continued to scrape away Frieda's springy hair and plenty of skin as well. Hilda tired of her activity and turned the razor over to the first of the five women; with the admonishment that she didn't want the captive losing so much blood that she lost consciousness. That brought a laugh from the group and more vicious slaps to Frieda's red face.
About an hour later the ladies had finished damaging the captive's pubic mound with their sloppy workmanship, bringing a "brava" from Hilda. With some help from her guests, they retied the captive's legs so they were elevated and spread fairly wide, thanks to the posts located at one end of the table. Now that very sensitive region between her cunt and asshole was accessible. The visitors got busy and using both tweezers and the dull razor, they denuded the area until it too was dotted and running with blood. Hilda was happy to see there were numerous sites from that area that would soon create ingrown hairs by the dozens. Since Frieda was in perfect position to be fisted, Hilda asked if anyone was interested in seeing how much they could stretch the woman's cunt.
Seeing Frieda's bleeding flesh that was their doing, exciting the ladies to further excesses. Two of them argued who was to go first, while the other three watched before deciding to join the fun. It proved to be more difficult than it looked. As it turned out, only two of them had any experience. Neither wanted to name names, but Hilda knew, since they had both been trained by her after she had the pleasure of being the first to introduce them to this exotic sexual activity. She remembered how delighted she was when one of them managed an orgasm as she worked her clenched hand deep into the woman's soaking wet fuck box. It was a most satisfying experience to watch her eyes roll back into her head as her entire body shuddered and a stream of creamy fluid soaked the sheets beneath her quivering body. Her other pupil took a few more lessons before she too joined this rather exclusive club of orgasmic fistees. Hilda would have been shocked from her shoes if she knew that one of her pupils had taught this art form to her daughter. The girl, still unmarried but very popular with the young men of the settlement, took to it like a fish to water. Later she confessed to her mother that the man she married had to prove his ability to get her off using his fist prior to their engagement.
Frieda had previous experience with being fisted, and so prepared for the worst, and was not disappointed. Hilda had planned ahead and had a small tub of grease ready for the ladies' use. The visitor with the most experience in this arcane art went first and did a very good job of breaching Frieda's well stretched cunt, which had been taking plenty of cock from the men of the settlement. To Hilda it was a wonder that she hadn't gotten pregnant more than just that once. That would change within the next two months. She worked her hand up toward the captive's cervix, but ran out of energy about half way up that loose channel. She made her victim suffer for being so resistant, by forcing her to lick the grease and other secretions from her hand and halfway up her forearm. She got a round of applause from the others and then the second lady took her turn and surprisingly made a much better job of it. She used plenty of grease and took her time. She inched her way up Frieda's wet fuck tunnel, resting every few minutes to regain her strength. In this manner she reached the woman's cervix and managed to punch it weakly a few times before making the journey back out of that clutching tunnel of lust. She too made Frieda lick the grease and other things from her hand and arm while her peers clapped and cheered.
The others made attempts but were unsuccessful except for one who managed to get her fist into the "servant's entryway", but could go no further. The two who failed took some good-natured ribbing, and promised that the next time would be different. Hilda offered to give them private lessons, which they declined with thanks. Then it dawned on her that they'd probably have her as a guest worker before the next time they got together to tease and torment their victim. Hilda wondered if she'd get an invitation to those sessions, and if the husbands would be asked to assist them as well. That part of her musing was never fully answered, but Frieda did get pregnant shortly after serving as a worker at the place of one of them.
Before bringing this portion of the session to a close, Hilda could not resist showing the group her talent when it came to anal fisting as well. They were agog as she breached the woman's still tight anus with one finger, and slowly graduated until she had four fingers spreading that tough sphincter muscle. She used her other hand to keep the muscle at its limit. She had one of the ladies apply more grease to her hand and arm and place a dollop at the entrance to that tight tunnel as well. Once she got her fist closed, it was relatively easy to enter Frieda's anus and begin exploring it. The woman's youthful muscle did a good job of fending off Hilda's more aggressive forays, but she did finally pop her hand entirely within the "slave's" anal passageway, bringing a wave of gasps from her audience. Making Frieda lick what had accumulated on her fist was a struggle, but Hilda overcame her resistance, ending this portion of the worker's punishment. Much more would follow and occupy them for the rest of the day.
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
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