1. The Bound Queen - A Halloween Story


    Date: 10/9/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, BDSM, Male Domination, Spanking, Author: The_Technician, Rating: 83.6, Source: sexstories.com

    magic to escape so I can lead my people against the Romans and get my revenge.” “But you will lose,” I said softly. “I have read the histories, you will lose.” She laughed and said, “If you have read of me in the histories, then I have not truly lost... and many Romans will die before they destroy me.” The count I had been keeping silently in my head finally reached one hundred. It was nearly midnight, and I stepped behind her to complete the strange ritual. Unfortunately– or perhaps fortunately– flogging a naked woman with a knotted whip of ropes doesn’t come close to turning me on. I was less that ready. “Push against me,” she said desperately and I pressed my almost limp member against her ass. She began clenching her muscles and gripping me between her asscheeks. My little soldier responded immediately to that and stood at attention. Her sweat, and perhaps some oil that was on her skin, was sufficient for lubrication and I entered her. She thrust back against me almost violently, making soft “uh” noises with each thrust. Soon I was thrusting against her as forcefully, or more so, than she was against me. I’m not sure how we managed it, but just as the clock from a distant town square struck the midnight hour, she screamed out in orgasm and I erupted within her. There was a soft flash of light and she was gone. Katie was in her place. Her back was bleeding and she was crying in pain. I pulled out of her and said, “It’s over, baby. It’s over.” She replied, “Let’s go home.” ...
    I untied her, leaving the ropes hanging from the trees. ‘Let the locals wonder’ I thought. ‘Maybe it will even add to their legends of the heath.’ We staggered back across the heath. Katie did not put her dress back on, but instead carried it draped across her arm. Dark Night was truly dark. If it had not been for the small pocket flashlight I had with me, we would never have been able to follow the path back to the car. Luckily, it was still there. I was afraid the local constabulary might have discovered it and had it towed away. Maybe even they don’t venture into this area on Dark Night. We drove back to the cottage in silence. Once there, I applied salve to her back and put her into bed. I offered to sleep on the couch, but she said, “No, hold me.” Then she added quietly, “very gently.” The next morning her back was much better. It was bruised and sore, but the cuts were already starting to heal. “There are two things I still don’t understand,” I said to her over breakfast. “Only two things?” she replied with a laugh. “Boudica said that the spell bound her for two thousand years,” I continued. “But that all happened around the year 60. That means it hasn’t quite been two thousand years since then. How did we break the spell?” “The spell must have been tied to the Celtic calendar,” she replied. “It has only 354 days and had to be corrected regularly with an extra month. Two thousand of those years would be many years shorter than our calendar. So, when you flogged her and ...
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