Cecil the Wench Ch. 03

Cecil and the Tax Collectors

A few weeks after her start as wench of The Bull and Mare Inn, Cecil realized it would be quite some time before she saw payment beyond free food and room. She needed money to plan her revenge on the Witches of Clendol for casting her out, and yet her desire to do more than what was demanded of her at the inn was... nonexistent. And so she waited biding her time, knowing that with her skills, the inn would be bustling before long and her pockets would be stuffed with coins.

One quiet afternoon, Richard the innkeeper struggled to repair a broken chair while Cecil sat on a table and looked out the window, waiting for any form of distraction.

"Would you mind giving me a hand?" he asked.

Cecil glanced over from her perch. "I'm your wench, not your carpenter," she said. Still, the sight of Richard's sleeves rolled up, his forearms glistening with sweat, made her feel a certain way. "What about your son? Where's Georg gone off to?"

"If you're fancying a tumble, he's with his mother to the village for shopping, they'll be out the whole day. While they're gone though..." Richard's trousers stretched at the thought of slipping inside Cecil again.

The wench grinned. Richard was a fairly attractive man and if no longer in his prime and not the best endowed, had proven himself to be a capable lover. It was hard to say if she preferred Richard's skills or his son Georg's girth, but she was happy to bed either. Cecil crawled on top of the table and slowly raised her dress, presenting herself to the innkeeper. She grinned hearing him stumble and hurry over. As he grunted and pulled at his pants behind her, Cecil looked out the window.

"Richard," she said, feeling the tip of his cock pressing at her entrance. "We might have company soon. Do you see those men coming down the road?"

"Who? Maybe they're just passing by," he groaned, leaning over Cecil.

She leaned back into him, sliding her hips up and down, soaking his hard cock. Richard squeezed her ass as they both strained to see the travelers. Three men riding horses, wearing broad-brimmed black hats. They trot down the road, headed straight for the inn.

"Richard, do you know who they are?"

Cecil reached back to guide him in when the innkeeper stumbled back, knocking over chairs. He scurried towards the back of the inn, color drained from his face and pants still around his ankles.

"They... they... I'll be back in just a bit! You watch the inn, I trust you, my wonderful wench! I'll see you shortly!"

"Richard!" Cecil stared in disbelief as the door at the back of the inn swung open then shut and the innkeeper ran away faster than the day his wife had caught him and his son fucking Cecil. "Damnable man, we finally have a moment and he runs? Who could these men possibly be? Curse you Richard, leaving me here in this state!"

Cecil had hardly a moment to be annoyed with Richard before the three men rode up to the inn, pulling their horses to a screeching halt in a cloud of dust. They swiftly dismounted and stepped into The Bull and Mare. Cecil hopped down from the table and eyed the leader of the trio. He was tall with strong features shadowed beneath the brim of his hat. He had the broad shoulders and slim waist of a healthy and active man.

Maybe the day won't be without its fun, Cecil thought. "Welcome to The Bull and Mare," she welcomed. "I'm Cecil, resident wench. Richard is away at the moment, but what can I do for you three handsome men?"

The leader pulled off thick riding gloves, his cronies following suit, and looked at Cecil. She called herself a wench, but she did not match the look he expected. She was shapely with wide hips and a narrow waist and had luscious olive skin, but she was short and her breasts were not the size he expected of a wench. He quite liked her green eyes and freckled cheeks.

"Where is Richard," the man said in a warm and relaxing voice.

The other two men stood in the leader's shadow, both rather short compared to their leader. The man on the right had grown in girth since his trousers and shirt were fitted, his belly pushing against the buttons. The man on the left was on the contrary a fair bit thin for his clothes. Still, both had pleasing faces, if not quite so dashing as their leader.

"He's... presently indisposed. Away at the moment. What can I do to help you?" Cecil said with a twinkle in her eye.

"You can get Richard for me." The man's expression grew cold.

"Is he expecting you?" Cecil asked.

"Yes."

"And you are?"

"I'm Anders, the tax collector. These are my esteemed colleagues, Jon and Will," the man said pointing to the pudgy man first, then the thinner one. "Richard is overdue and I am here for collection. If my reckoning is right, and he has made as little as I expect he has, I'll claim the inn for the crown."

Alarm rose in Cecil, not wanting to lose the convenience of her position as wench of The Bull and Mare. "And just how much does Richard owe?"

"He's had this inn for nearly two years," Anders said, taking out a small ledger, "and paid not one coin in taxes to the crown. By my estimations - which are absolute, precise, and anchored in truth - he owes near a hundred gold pieces." He tapped a quill against an open page.

"A HUNDRED?" Cecil roared. "This dump can't be worth more than fifty pieces of silver!"

"This is prime real estate, according to Richard himself! He called it an investment, and his overvaluation has resulted in these taxes. Not to mention, there's the bit of him not paying down his loan, and we may have rolled that up into the tax," Anders said. "Besides, he has enough money to hire a wench, there has to be gold stashed somewhere. How much is he paying you?"

Better think quick now or this job is done for, she thought. Cecil arched her back, shaking her bosom and stretching, showing off her physique. "I'm quite... flexible... in the payment I take."

Although Anders remained stoic, Cecil grinned as Jon and Will shuffled, hands covering their crotches.

"Flexible?" Anders asked.

Cecil stepped closer to the three men and brushed her hair back. She tugged on her shirt, exposing her neck and collarbone. "What's the trouble with a wench receiving creative payment? You're the one talking about rolling up loans and taxes. It sounds rather predatory to me. "

"Policy is policy, my lady. We don't set the rules, we just enforce them," Anders said with a tip of his hat.

"I suppose few things are as inevitable as taxes and men chasing pretty women. I wonder if there might be some way I can help repay the debt," Cecil said, licking her lips seductively.

"You're employed by a man more broke than an ant that's been stepped on by an ogre. What could you possibly offer to cover his debt?"

Cecil twirled her hair in one hand. Her other hand drifted between her legs. She rubbed herself through her dress. "I'm sure we can work something out?"

"You know where Richard stashes his coin?"

Am I losing my touch? Not the slightest reaction from this man and I'm squeezing my cunt right in front of him. Cecil thought with a sigh. She stepped back, with hands on her hips. "I'm offering something of a payment, but perhaps it's a bit... softer than gold pieces."

Jon and Will grew red in the face as their cocks pressed against their trousers, though Anders seemed entirely unaware of what Cecil meant.

"I am to collect gold..." Anders started.

Cecil threw up her hands in frustration. "Gods above, you couldn't be more blind if a vulture pecked out your eyes! Right then. Do some magic with your little book there, make it so Richard owes no taxes for the year. In exchange, I offer you this!"

Cecil threw off her dress and stood boldly naked before the three men. Sauntering across the inn, she leaned over the bar and presented herself as a feast for their hungry eyes.

"I am Cecil, enchanted by the Witches of Clendol! Feast your eyes upon an eternally clean, wet, and perfectly sized set of holes for your pleasure. Spend an afternoon with me, satisfy your deepest desires in the depths of me, and let's just take a short pause with the whole tax thing."

"Meeting!" Anders said, his voice cracking into a high pitched squeak.

The three men rushed outside, leaving Cecil to roll her eyes. She sauntered over to the window and leaned by a broken bit of glass just on the other side of the three men, their conversation flowing in as if they stood beside her.

"Can we?" Anders asked.

"You're the boss, why're you asking us!" cried Jon.

"If you ask me, I'd be in that tail faster than you can say 'tax for a year,'" said Will.

Anders breathed in and out and in and out, his chest heaving. "If you tell anyone, anyone at all, anyone ever, anyone but each other, I will personally cut off your balls! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes!" the others replied.

"Does this mean..." said Jon.

"Are we going to..." said Will.

"Yes," said Anders with a grin. "What's the plan?"

"You're the boss!" yelled John.

"Right, right, right! How about we start with having her dance, yeah? Alright, back on in then, oh, and what about this..."

A loud smack sounded, followed by laughter and cheers of agreement. At least it won't be boring, Cecil thought. Richard is going to have to hide from me as much as his wife once this is all over. A hundred gold pieces! The nerve to run away... fortunes better turn around for this place this next year.

The door to the inn creaked back open. Cecil lay on her side across the bar, tapping her foot as the three men entered. She couldn't help but notice Will had one arm behind his back.

"Well? How was your meeting?" she asked lazily.

Anders grinned and walked over to the bar. He slid a paper over. "A contract, signed by me personally. It says Richard's debt is henceforth delayed for one year. A demonstration of the goodwill and charity of the crown."

"Fucking the wench a sign of charity? I thought this more an exchange than a gift," Cecil said with a wink.

"Um, well, uh..."

"So, who's starting and how?" Cecil said, sitting on the bar with her legs dangling, squeezing her soft and supple tits between her arms.

"A dance!" squeaked Will.

"Right, we'd like you to dance first," said Anders.

"With no music?" Cecil asked. Come to think of it, a minstrel would go a long ways in livening up this place...

"Oh, I can play the drums!" said Jon. "If you don't have any, a couple old buckets will do fine!"

Moments later, Jon sat on a chair surrounded by upturned buckets. He started a rhythmic beat with deep bass kicks and rapid snares, building up to a tempo that had everyone in the inn bobbing their heads.

Cecil beamed as she stood up on the bar. She glided back and forth, shaking her hips, dropping to squats to display her body in full, and running her hands across her skin as the three men hooted and hollered. Unable to contain himself any longer, Anders pulled down his trousers and grabbed hold of his cock.

Cecil looked over in hungry anticipation. Richard's wife had made it impossible to get proper fucking since Cecil became the wench of The Bull and Mare, and the sight of relief sent a wave of excitement through her. Jon and Will quickly followed suit, revealing cocks even more impressive than Anders'. Unable to hold herself back any longer, Cecil hopped down from the bar and marched over.

Smack!

"Ow!" Cecil cried out, looking over at Will.

He held a riding crop in his hand, and had delivered a solid blow to her ass. Will smiled sheepishly.

"If you're going to smack my ass, be a man about it," Cecil said.

She marched over then smacked Will across the cheek. He looked back, red in the face, when Cecil grabbed him by the ears and planted a kiss on his lips. Hands appeared from around and grabbed hold of her tits, massaging them deeply. Cecil moaned, then fingers pinched her nipples aggressively. They hardened at the touch and her pussy dripped from the attention.

"Better, but why are you boys so shy? I thought you would be used to going around and manhandling everything within reach!"

Another smack from the riding crop struck Cecil's ass and she yelped. The three men cheered gleefully. The men formed an arc in front of her and she dropped to her knees. Cecil flew into action, taking Anders' cock all the way to the hilt, the man nearly exploding at the sudden warmth surrounding his raging member. Cecil swirled her tongue as she pulled back, stroking Jon's and Will's cocks all the while.

Back and forth between the three she sucked and stroked while they slapped her breasts and whipped her ass with the riding crop.

"Put her on the table!" Anders demanded, unable to resist Cecil's other offerings any longer.

Jon and Will hoisted Cecil into the air and set her face down on a table. They each gave her vulnerable ass a few smacks, then a hard strike of the riding crop sent her body quivering.

"Come in then, feel the wonder that is a body enchanted by the Witches of Clendol!" Cecil said, urging them to enter.

"Not so quickly," Anders said with a grin. "Boys, a hand?"

Jon and Will each grabbed one of Cecil's tender ass cheeks. Anders knelt down between her legs, drinking in the sweet smell.

"Your cunt's ready, but does a naughty wench like you deserve pleasure just yet?" he asked.

"Please, stuff my pussy, fill me up!" Cecil begged. "Dominate my poor, sweet little body with your big, hard cock! Fuck me like a bull! Fill me with every inch!"

Anders laughed at the pleading. He extended his tongue, then lined the tip up with her ass. Cecil groaned as he flicked back and forth across the sensitive folds, tantalizing the delicate rosebud. He pressed the flat of his tongue and grinded it against her skin, then pressed, breaching the entrance. Cecil grabbed on to the table, holding for dear life as Anders plunged his tongue in and out of her ass, bringing waves of pleasure with every flick of his tongue.

Anders pulled away and winked to his friends. They flipped Cecil onto her back and she was immediately greeted with fingers pinching and tugging at her nipples. Jon and Will grabbed her legs and pulled them up by her chest, exposing her fully. Anders stood at the ready, cock positioned before her dripping pussy. Instead of entering, he grabbed the riding crop. With a shove, he inserted the handle deep into Cecil's ass.

Cecil reached out, taking hold of Jon and Will's cocks as Anders spread her labia with his thumbs. He finally thrust inside. As pleasure took over Cecil she mounted and twisted and arched her back, the pressure from the riding crop in her ass and the cock fucking her pussy. One of the two other men pulled from her hand and stepped over by Cecil's face. She leaned her head back and the man pushed in until his balls were against her lips.

Cecil lost track of time and how many times the three man changed positions, alternately fucking her pussy and mouth, all while slapping and squeezing her tits and toying with the riding crop in her ass.

Jon was deep inside her mouth when his legs began to shake. With a groan he thrust in full hilt, burying himself deep inside. His cum flew down her throat and he roared. Cecil sucked and flicked her tongue over his cock until he fell away, the last bits of cum dribbling from his cock onto the ground.

The sounds of Cecil gasping send Anders over the edge. He thrust furiously into her pussy as he took hold of the riding crop. The alternating thrusts, combined with Will massaging her tits and sucking on her nipples, send waves of tremors through Cecil as she orgasmed. The spasming tension overwhelmed Anders and he pumped Cecil's pussy full of his seed.

Anders stumbled back into a chair, watching as Cecil's pussy tightened before his eyes, his cum dribbling out. Will gave Cecil not a moment of respite, sliding her down then bending her over the table. He crudely yanked out the riding crop and tossed it aside. Will slid his cock between Cecil's ass cheeks, generously lubricated from her dripping pussy. Squeezing her tightly with his hands, he hammered so hard he threatened to tear the table apart. Cecil chirped with glee when the man moaned, spraying hot cum over her back.

Cecil held onto the table, her legs wobbling beneath her. "So this is what it's like to get fucked by taxes," Cecil said between deep breaths. "In some ways, a fair bit better than I expected."

Anders waved his hand feebly. "The agents of the crown always seek to please the king's wonderful subjects."

"Pleased indeed, we made out fair enough in more ways than one," Cecil chuckled.

The men finally dragged themselves off the floor and put their clothes back on; Cecil contentedly lounged on the table with her feet dangling, giggling as their cocks twitched whenever they looked at her, despite being too spent for another round.

Anders paused in the door on his way out and tipped his hat. "You know, Cecil, if The Bull and Mare is short on taxes next year, we might still be able to come to an agreeable arrangement."

Cecil waved and bowed, twirling her hand in the air as if she were royalty. "You know where to find me. Oh, and you and the boys don't have to wait for next year, if you want to offer me a sample of the king's kindness."

Anders' pants bulged at the thought. "The crown keeps us busy, but I assure you, we will visit at every opportunity. I will also personally recommend the inn to any in search of a... truly magnificent place to rest."

The door slammed shut and Cecil sighed and stretched, strolling behind the bar to find her clothes. When she found Richard, hiding with his cock in hand, her eyes bulged and her face reddened.

"You snuck in!?" Cecil shouted.

Richard smiled feebly. "I heard sounds. I... I wanted to be sure you were alright! Now seeing as you are... I don't think my wife will be back for a while..."

"I was fucked by the tax men to save your inn, and you dare to ask me for a tumble!"

Cecil spied the riding crop, forgotten by Anders. She ran over and picked up the tool then pointed it menacingly at Richard.

"Forgive me!" he squealed as he ran back out of the inn.

"Why I put so much of myself into this inn, sometimes I don't understand myself," Cecil said as she began dressing. "Richard had better be more scared of me than his own wife. The audacity to ask to bed me after hiding and watching... Well, who knows what will come next, but at least I've saved the inn for a day, and finally gotten some release. Oh damn the clothes, I'll take a bath."

Cecil slipped into the warm water and closed her eyes. Unbeknownst to her, an eye peeked through a hole in the ceiling. Georg smiled at his view, cock in hand.