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A Tale (and Travail) of Pegalot

Middle England. The Dark Ages. At this time, mostly long stretches of forest, some farmland, few villages and fewer towns. Christisnity had gained small footholds throughout the land. A post Roman, pre-anything else collection of kingdoms. A time of Arthur. A Friday in late Autumn, just after teatime.

Pegalot was riding on the remains of a Roman road, called Batham Gate, carrying an important message in his back pack from Percival to Gawain. Lightly armed and unarmoured, to ensure his steed didn't get exhausted during the long days of travelling, he was nearing the end of another long day of riding. Tired and aching from the constant rhythm of the horse, and unfamiliar with this part of the land, he was trying to make it to any settlement he could before nightfall.

A whiff of wood smoke reached his nose. Craning eagerly around, he spotted what looked to be a hamlet of thatched cottages down a small track off to the left, partially hidden from the main view of the road by some trees, and trotted his horse towards them.

As he reached the outskirts, "Hail!" A female voice to his left. "Welcome stranger." another woman to his right. "Hold young man!" This last from a comely and buxom young woman who appeared in front. Pegalot brought his horse to a halt, and enquired; "Good mistress, is there an inn or lodgings available hereabouts, for a weary traveller journeying in the service of Arthur and his knights?"A Tale (and Travail) of Pegalot фото

The young lady looked him over, noting his condition, small sword and travel-stained clothing, decided there was no danger from him - or in him from the way he averted his eyes from her penetrating gaze.

"Yes we have quarters and food here for you, and a stable and fodder for your horse. You can bed down in the old barn, the hay is sweet and fresh enough for you. Two conditions: you must surrender your weapons and contribute somewhat of your labour to some chores in lieu of payment."

Pegalot looked around in the gathering twilight. His presence seemed to have attracted all the women of the small village, he saw no men and perceived no threat. "Done and done", he said handing his short sword and a hitherto concealed dagger over. "I am called Pegalot, who might you be?"

"Mistress Alys, and the leader of our small community. Our men are all away called to fight near Eborocum, so your labour here is most needed."

As his horse was led away, he followed Mistress Alys to her dwelling, the other handful of women following behind. "Come to my house first for I see you are in need of rest and good food. Ladies, lend a hand." Pegalot crossed the threshold of a larger cottage, noticed some simple wooden furniture, a warm fire in a stone hearth.

Without warning, several hands grabbed him from behind, a grimy arm reached around his neck and without much ado, secured his arms behind his back. His clothes torn from his body and discarded on the stone flags, the room filled with shrill laughter and cruel barbs about the shrivelled state of his manhood.

Pegalot was forced to his knees, he saw the leather shoes of Alys in front of him. His hair was caught in her fist as she pulled his gaze upwards to meet hers, the grasp not wavering as she spat into his face. "Arthur??. Do not speak, just open your mouth!" She twisted the handful of hair in her hand. Pegalot let out a small gasp ftom the pain as he complied involuntarily with her request. Alys made a hawking sound in the back of her throat and unloaded her phlegm into his open mouth. "This for Arthur. He killed our men in his stupid wars!"

A chorus of voices, echoed agreement, as more spittle rained down onto his face, coating his eyes, and falling into his mouth and nose. A small hand reached deftly between his legs and grasped his balls firmly. Alys spoke, "Nuala, hold them strongly and squeeze them on my command." Alys let go his hair, "You must be thirsty, after your long journey," she sneered, as she lifted her skirts and parted her legs, "Swallow!" "Nuala!"

Nuala increased the pressure on his balls, squeezing harder and harder. Pegalot shouted in pain "Aaaahhh, nooo!" he pleaded. Then choked under the foul dark yellow stream of Alys' piss as she released into his upturned, waiting mouth.

Chuckling at his predicament, Alys watched as he struggled to cope with her torrent, as she relaxed her full bladder, squatting down to form a seal between his mouth and her cunny. She reached between her legs snd pinched his nose between her thumb and forefinger. "Drink or drown, Pegalot, the choice is yours!"

The rank unwashed taste of her womanhood, overwhelmed his senses, as he choked and coughed his way through what seemed an eternity of her warm, strong, and salty urine, feeling it fill his stomach, as he desperately swallowed to avoid drowning.

Finally, satisfied, Alys released his nose and stepped back. "Nuala relax your grip, I think he understands who's in charge now." Tears rolling down his cheeks, Pegalot murmured "Mistress Alys is..."

"Not just me. All women here are your overlords. A word from any of us to be obeyed without question." Rose. Heather. Pick him up. Secure him to my table, face down. Nuala fetch my horse switch."

Strong arms grabbed Pegalot, as he was forcibly bent over the table, his ankles secured to a leg apiece, his arms untied and retied wrists alike. Naked and exposed in front of the fire before him.

He heard footsteps behind him and more giggles from the half a dozen or so women assembled behind him.

"This next lesson is pain. To reflect the pain of our loss and to break your spirit. You won't die, but you may wish you had."

A swishing sound in the air, backwards and forwards, as Alys tested the flexibility of her slender, leather-handled switch. A rushing sound filled his ears, a shatp crack, and for an infinite second... nothing. A fierce, intense, searing pain lanced into his head, centred on his arse. His arms and legs jerked involuntarily against his restraints, as he gasped loudly.

A round of applause and whistles as unknown voices said: "A hit!" "A strong line Alys" "Is that blood?" The last, exclaimed with a degree of satisfaction.

The sound filled his ears again, this time the pain more immediate and fiery as he screamed. Begging for mercy. More strikes, more screams, more jeering from the women. His screams giving way to tear-soaked incoherent babbling, his eyes reflecting the fire light in stretched. contorted horror, as Alys worked up a fine sheen of sweat as she turned his derrière into 2 raw steaks.

Needing a break, and intuitively understanding that Pegalot was becoming distant from his torment, Alys asked Heather to tie several loops of twine around the root of his ball sack and pull them through his legs so that they protruded under his arse cheeks. "Rose, can you grab that pitcher, and empty it outside? Ladies, as you need, please contribute your water to this jug, we will use it later."

Pegalot felt a sense of dread and abject terror steal into his heart, as he grasped his predicament. His arse felt on fire. His balls, already aching, felt swollen and tender. And very exposed.

"Nuala, take over from me. My arm is tired. You know what to do."

A light tap on his balls. Another. A longer pause as Nuala lined the tip of the ferrule up on his right testicle. She drew her arm back over her head and released the switch back and down in a single, fluid, graceful, and precise motion.

Was it possible to feel pain like this? Did lightning feel like this? A loud, high-pitched shriek of distress filled the now silent room, as Nuala laid his ball sack open with a single stroke, blood dripping from the wound, his right nut now bulging in its distress.

Alys moved in front of his face, pulling her dress up and grabbing his hair once more, she pushed her filthy, encrusted bum into his face, choking off his cries. "Again Naula, take your leisure!" Alys required.

She could feel his laboured breath in and around her arsehole, as he sobbed in agony behind her.

Nuala lined up her second stroke on his left bollock. Another sharp whistle as the switch bit deeply into his other testicle. No blood this time, just an instant massive swelling as it turned purple. Pegalots mouth opened in noiseless agony, his distress beyond sound now, as he exhaled all the breath from his lungs. Alys feeling this, and (with a fine sense of timing) broke a copious amount of sulphurous wind into his mouth as he gasped for breath. Catcalls and gales of laughter greeted this fine climax to his pain lesson. Pegalot wretched and heaved as he absorbed the shit-sodden gas from Alys' hole into his body. "Another Nuala. You, stick your tongue up my arsehole and fuck me with it. Do a poor job and Nuala will mince your balls."

Pegalot frantically licked and sucked months of filth away from her hole, anything to stop the pain. His mouth and tongue now coated in her brown residue, her shit taste filling his senses. Alys let his hair go, and started flicking her bean, after a few minutes, she shouted "Now Nuala!!" and as she came, the final viscious stroke bit his balls and made him bite his tongue in agony.

Alys moved away, and asked for the jug, which was now full of their combined piss. Pegalot, now a broken, wretched and quivering mess, at a direction from Alys, was untied from the table and re-tied to the back of a tall rocking chair, arms behind in a squatting position. Alys placed a large bowl underneath his balls, and filled the bowl from the pitcher. the surface of the urine just a fraction below his sack.

"Rose would you like to sit in the chair? Heather, perhaps you could distract our guest, by pushing your teats into his face as you sit scross his knees?"

Alys moved around to Rose, parted her legs and dived under her skirt, Rose sighed in contentment, as Alys spread her lips and started gently sucking on her clit. As Rose started rocking back and forth naturally engaging into the rhythm of her pleasure being given by Alys, Pegalots cut and bruised balls kept dipping in and out of the salty urine, causing his nuts to set alight once more, his screams muffled in the depths of Heather's ample, sweaty tits. As the rhythm increased, his balls were sploshing in and out of the piss, and up on to his cut, welted arse cheeks. His face pulled from Heathers bosom, many fingers pried his mouth open and forced him to drink the remaining urine from the jug, as Rose climaxed and pushed her feet back against the floor, completely soaking him in salty fire.

By this point Pegalot was drifting in and out of pain-wracked consciousness, and presented no resistance as he was untied and dragged limply back outside, now cold and dark. His heels dragged behind, as he was pulled into the barn, his promised abode for the evening.

Secured to a rusty ring above his head. Left there naked and dangling, he slipped into unconsciousness.

Woken by the fingers of dawn stealing across the sky and a cockrel crowing nearby, Pegalot awoke in pain from his shoulders and neck. Somewhat recovered from his ordeal physically if not mentally, his balls a swollen mess, the fire from his arse somewhat reduced. After a while, Alys and the others entered into the barn.

Each woman sporting a harness with large, crude wooden phalluses jutting from between their legs. One thin, one fat, one rough and splintered, some carved with small gargoyle heads, and Mistress Alys' huge, with a toad carved on the topside and the glint of small metal knobs underneath.

Taking him down, they pulled him out of the barn and to the centre of the village. A sturdy waist-high pillory awaited, and bending him into it, a wooden stock around his wrists and neck was fastened into place.

"Ladies, the final act of his doom awaits. Now in turn fuck his arse 20 times, then move around and fuck his mouth 20 times. As agreed, use the classic '10 quick and shallow, 10 slow and deep'. We continue until he comes, passes out, or passes away!"

Seconds passed. An unseen intruder felt at the entrance to his arsehole, a light opening and closing as it was pushed quickly in and out, his arsehole protesting at this repeated forced intrusion. A pause. Mistress Alys moved in front of him, squatted and looked up into his eyes. A slam of thighs bounced against his bum, reawakening his welts, his breath gasped as the intruder pressed painfully against the walls of his colon. Sharp pain, as his unseen tormentress pulled back from his ring, the rough surface scratching and scraping as it was slowly withdrawn.

Alys' face cracked a smile as she watched his head jerk and eyes widen as Pauline thrust in deeply again. A moan escaping his lips as a cruel mockery to pleasure.

One by one the woman took their turns, his mouth filled with the residue of his own excrement, his throat and bowels raw from the repeated invasions.

His bloodshot, teary, and exhausted eyes looked up as Alys stood before him. "Pegalot, now is the final reckoning, behold Malkin' She moved her dildo into his line of sight. The cruel toad had a pair of metal-tipped horns on its head. The girth was fat, the whole horse-like in length. Alys moved behind him, positioned Malkin at the swollen and bleeding entrance of his arse, and teased the hole open so that the horns just pricked his ring without ripping, then after 10, just as the others, she plunged the whole deep inside him. Pulling back, she rocked the horns back and forth against his prostate, producing an involuntary semi. Rose saw this and moved in front of him, taking his dick in her mouth, she sucked on his head, gently lapping her tongue around the knob. Confused and in pain, Pegalot's body responded as Rose and Alys alternated the pleasure and pain with the deep painful prostate irritation and his now fully errected penis.

Over stimulated, Pegalot could stand it no longer and exploded into Roses mouth. Alys withdrew, told Rose to coat Malkin with his spendings. The phallus now glistening with his come and spit, Alys thrust the whole deep into his throat, and pushed her stomach into his face.

And stopped.

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