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The Institute of Advanced Sexuality - Chapter 17
(My apologies to those who may have been following this story previously. I'll not go into why things ground to a halt. Be assured that this new chapter is only the first of many to follow. Hopefully one or perhaps two additional chapters will be submitted each month depending upon circumstances.)
Frieda dreaded the winters more and more as the years passed. It might have been hot and hard work in the Spring through part of the Fall, but at least she was nearly free of the pain and humiliations she suffered at the hands of the jealous wives of the farmers. She was much too valuable to allow the women to harm her sufficiently so she could not work in the fields. With time a new threat to her existence began to surface, the young boys who now were teenagers and very interested in learning about things other than farming. She was placed in a situation that she was damned if she did and damned if she didn't.
The men were usually too busy and tired to spend much time enjoying her firm body, made so by the work in the fields. Such was not the case with the youthful teens that were now beginning to take their places in the scheme of things. The first time a small group of teenaged boys marched her out to an irrigation ditch and made her strip so they could see her naked body, she knew what was soon to follow. That trip had not gone unnoticed by the men who laughed among themselves and made bets as to whom and when would someone sample their field hand's charms. There wasn't a man there who hadn't been intimate with Frieda, but to date none had impregnated her, a surprise to all and a blessing to Frieda.
A few weeks later the teens maneuvered so that they surrounded Frieda and isolated her from the men who were only interested in getting home and resting before dinner and sleep. Two of the boys became men that late afternoon in the gathering dusk; at least that is what they thought. It didn't take long for a story to begin making the rounds of the families in the settlement. The men ignored it as much as they could while the wives were outraged and demanded punishment of the slut who was leading their youth astray. Two weeks later on a Sunday morning after church services, reverend Damon was given the opportunity to punish the sinner before the entire community.
A lively discussion had determined that the sinner would be naked and bound spread eagle fashion to the pen used to house the field animals. To the dismay of the teenagers and most of the men, only her back and buttocks would be scourged, her front side would not be exposed to the eyes of the crowd. These days the reverend kept a safe distance from his former concubine. Thus it was that he actually thought of himself as a servant of God, freeing his pent up anger that Frieda was no longer easily available to him.
Damon made quite a production of chastising the sinner. Her began by publicly claiming that she appeared to be in league with the devil, using her physical charms to lead the youth of the settlement down the path to perdition. There were many suppressed smiles from the audience especially among the males, both young and mature. He couldn't resist laying his hands on her body to emphasize what he meant by her charms. Several of the teenage boys stifled smiles and jostled with each other over what they knew about Frieda. There was a collective gasp from the crowd when he pinched the sinner's inner thigh and "by accident" brushed her hairy pubic mound with the back of his hand. He made a great deal of using his handkerchief to rub the portion of his hand that had made contact with her glistening skin. That done he took up the whip he would use to chastise her.
He wasted no time in dealing the first lash, across her shoulder blades, leaving a welt that rose quickly. The second blow crossed the first and she screamed from the pain. The women unconsciously moved forward as if to get a better glimpse of the tiny fountain of blood pulsating from the area where the two lashes crossed. She was unprepared for the third blow that cut across the base of her spine where the skin was stretched tight, so tight in fact that portions of the skin that had absorbed this blow began to bleed. Damon stepped back and took a deep breath before continuing. A few of the men began talking in low tones, an indication that he might be on the verge of going over the line. Frieda was an important part of the group that worked the fields regardless of her sexual appetites. It was then that Damon made a brilliant escape, turning to the crowd of ladies and asking who wanted to give the demon's handmaiden another lash. There was some movement from the group of sharp-eyed women, but at first none ventured to take up his offer.
Damon was secretly congratulating himself on this clever maneuver, shifting the ire of the men onto the ladies. Then there came a voice from the crowd of women. As it turned out, she was the mother of one the teens that had stepped over the line. She pushed through the crowd and confronted Damon, her hand extended for the whip. The priest or whatever he was, stood there in shock, not believing that someone would have taken up the challenge. Then a male voice came from the crowd stating that this was not woman's work, but must be done by the priest or his surrogate. When he suggested that the son of the woman be the one to properly chastise her and therefore defeat the evil that taken hold of him, a hush fell over the crowd. It was the teen's father who marched him into the circle and ordered that he whip the demon from the woman, thus freeing himself from its grip.
The boy never wavered once the whip was in his hand. He laid lash after lash across Frieda's buttocks, leaving a pattern of weals that soon blossomed into thick ridges of bloated flesh that ultimately burst into trickles of bright red blood that ran down her round cheeks and made red rings around her legs. He was merciless, perhaps out of fear, then again perhaps calculating that this performance would stand him in good stead with his peers and the young girls who might see him in a different light now that he was defeating the demon in front of the entire community. It was Damon who brought things to a close by stepping in after the teen had managed to land not one but two cruel lashes to her semi exposed pussy. He would take quite a bit of kidding from the men and establish himself as the leader of his peers. They did not untie the badly beaten woman until most of the crowd had dispersed. One of the more charitable women covered her wounds and assisted her to reach the residence of the family responsible for her during this period.
Two weeks later Frieda was marched into the barn on a Sunday afternoon and used brutally by nine members of the settlement. Many of the men took her more than once and almost all had anal sex with her. Midweek it was the turn of the teens working the fields, and everyone participated, leaving Frieda exhausted to the point that she passed out twice during the late afternoon. She paid dearly for this failure to do her job correctly and the woman of the house that was caring for her was given the responsibility for punishing her. The next day Frieda worked the fields naked to show the double catgut stitching that now prevented her from having normal sexual relations. The men thought it was a great joke and urged the teenagers to use her asshole like real men did.
It seemed that the women of the settlement spent all their free time inventing ways to hurt but not maim Frieda. Some developed various recipes for douching that were guaranteed to take the lining off her vagina and double as a method for birth control. They were quite pragmatic about their men folk doing her frequently, especially in the barn and out in the fields. The next generation was taking over and they were now the ones taking the settlement slave to the barn for lengthy sex and punishment sessions. The inclusion of punishment had developed as an answer to the steady complaining from their wives about her being treated better than their wives. Another aspect of things was rearing its head as well. Girls of marriageable age were finding it difficult to land a husband unless they tacitly accepted the fact that he was going to use Frieda for those special times when the wife probably wouldn't be very cooperative.
This led to some very interesting marriages. Girls who were heavy, skinny, flat chested and or not very pretty were finding success by the simple act of providing everything their husbands-to-be could ever want when it came to the bedroom. Word got around about wives who did naughty things and even seemed to enjoy doing them. When it came to getting pregnant they did exactly whatever their husband asked. This meant in some cases that the wife would be pregnant almost every year, while in others having a baby was an event occurring every five or six years. The confessions that reverend Damon was now hearing from the distaff side were shocking to say the least. Threats to excommunicate them or expose them as handmaidens of the devil fell on deaf ears. In a few cases they led to meetings with certain husbands that concluded that what went on in the bedroom was no one's business but theirs. Soon the typical female confessions were back to being pedestrian except for the occasional hell raiser who was just so proud of her situation that she had to tell it to someone.
Despite all the changes that were taking place in the settlement Damon still found ways to insinuate himself into certain early marriages in the guise of a spiritual counselor. His wife also continued her vendetta against Frieda, starving her during the long cold winters until she was skin and bones. She still invited a few of her close friends to visit and amuse themselves by humiliating and torturing the settlement's scarlet woman. As Frieda grew older and her skin hardened from the relentless sun beating down on her nearly naked body for months on end, her attractiveness to the male population waned, but never completely stopped. There were always the young bucks eager to make their mark by having sex with her. That usually resulted in a public whipping of the settlement's slut, much to the delight of Hilda and her clique of aging ladies.
One day it finally happened, a young husband who had taken sick in the fields and returned home unexpectedly caught Damon in the act. He discovered his wife and the reverend naked in his bed. He drove Damon from his house and quickly spread the word about what he had unearthed. The settlement elders met and decreed that their spiritual advisor had betrayed the families of the little town and must leave. Damon agreed to go quietly provided he could take Frieda with him. There was not very much argument against his demand, and so it was that the two left the settlement and made the trek north into the wilderness, finally settling in a small village consisting mostly of Eskimos and trappers. Once more Frieda was an attraction, not only to the trappers, but even some Eskimos.
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
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