Fridayella II: The Revenge

by Heathen

Fridayella fell back onto the bed exhausted. It had been over a week since she had inserted the magic dildo and been found by the prince. During that time, she had not left the bed. The prince was a wild man in bed, and when he had to attend to affairs of state, his most trusted knight would fill in. And he certainly filled her as well.

She finally stood on her trembling legs and headed to the bathtub that had been placed in the corner of the room. Easing her luscious, but overworked body into the hot water, Fridayella sighed with relief. She closed her eyes and relaxed.

A serving wench awakened her a short time later. “Come my lady.” She said.

Fridayella groaned. “I don’t think I have another cum left in me.”

“So you have met the team of the Prince and Sir Lance-is-long. They are a randy pair. Me and the other girls in the castle have enjoyed the rest this last week” Then the wench gazed in open admiration at Fridayella’s generous curves. “Perhaps m’lady could stand just one more orgasm, just to relax her.”

Any thoughts that Fridayella would have formed vanished as the wench started licking around her still swollen labia. This girl’s expert ministrations brought Fridayella to one last crashing orgasm.

The next morning Fridayella dressed and went in search of her husband-to-be. Now that the honeymoon was over, there was still the wedding to plan. She moved gingerly since her nether region was still quite tender. “I never got that girl’s name,” she thought. “I will need a lady-in-waiting, and while we are waiting…”

Fridayella soon found her way to the kitchen and put away a large amount of breakfast. “A week of fucking really builds an appetite.” She thought as she finished her second ham and mushroom omelet. “ The cook is very good, but why is he yelling “BAM” every time he adds anything?”

She soon found herself in the office of the prince. He was sitting behind a large desk with his feet propped up on the edge. He gave her a smile that did little to hide his lust. Fridayella knew she didn’t have very long before she would be bent over that desk her bare buttocks glistening in the sun as the Prince pounded her from behind.

He was thinking the same thing, but had to put those thoughts aside until business was finished. And today’s business was to deal with Fridayella’s stepmother and sisters.

He was trying to decide what matter of death to subject them to and asked her for her opinion. To his surprise, her devious nature surfaced and they put together a plan. Then as she expected (and hoped), her buttocks were soon bouncing as he pounded into her again and again.

It wasn’t long before the two sisters were seized and taken to Sir Rod of the Reddened Butt cheeks. Stripped naked they were taken to his punishment room. Sir Rod walked in and surveyed the two taking in their ample buttocks. Taking the paddle that was constantly in his gloved hand, he brought it down firmly upon their backsides. Their yelps foreshadowed what was in store for them. “You were very bad little girls for your treatment of Fridayella. Now you must be punished.” He pulled the first over his legs. As the first slap landed, he thought to himself, “I love this job.” Their cries were soon mingled with the sounds of the paddle on their tender flesh.

The stepmother found herself standing in a walled village. The men who had brought her here refused to go through the gate, instead shoving her through and slamming it shut. As she moved toward the center of town, she noticed that the men walking around did not even acknowledge her presence. That was something that never happened. She knew she was good looking and had a sexiness that normally drove men wild. Then she looked closer. These men were holding hands and kissing. This couldn’t be happening! She was locked in a gay colony. For a woman who craved cock as she did, this was the ultimate torture. Then she saw a chubby short guy coming out of one of the hut. He had bushy hair and was wearing a muscle shirt and matching silk shorts. She cringed at his high-pitched whiny voice as he gathered everyone together. “Come on boys, we have to do our exercises then pick our deal-a-meal cards.” Her last thought as she passed out was “I am banished to spend my life with Richard of Simmons”

Fridayella went on to have many more adventures including saving the kingdom’s maidens from an invasion of pussy-eaters by causing them all to die from exhaustion. But it is not the job of this scribe to detail those here.

~~~FINIS ~~~

Copyright 2003 by Heathen, all rights reserved