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From: Paige Summter <paige.summter@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Butterflies 02 {Paige} (gander~g, tg, ped, hist, magic, sad, bd, rape, best)
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Author: Paige Summter
Title: Butterflies
Part: 02
Summary: A young man has a series of dreams where he is
experiences his sexual fantasies as the receiving part.
Keywords: gander~g, tg, ped, hist, magic, sad, bd, rape, best
License: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported
License.
SeriesKeywords: M~g, M~Fg, MM~g, gander~g, dog~g, best, tg, bd,
sad, inc, ped, hist, slow, magic, preg, drug, reluc

This is my first attempt at writing fiction in English, I thought
it important to seek feedback prior to publishing the full
story.

I woke up with a start, I could hear a rooster crowing, there was
a faint light under the door, quickly I got up, I could see
mother sleeping on her mattress but I didn't know when she got
home yesterday and didn't want to disturb her. Quietly I cleared
away my mattress, I looked down at my chemise and decided that I
could wear it one more day before changing, I dressed, broke off
half of the remaining loaf of bread, quietly I called for Rick
and Spot and made my way to the goose pen at themanor.

I dreaded what would happen, I knew whatever it was, I would not
like it, I just had to hope for the best, besides being late
would only make the stable-master more furious and make matters
worse. Just as I expected, the stable-master was busy overseeing
the horse-stall being cleaned. With my heart pounding, I walked
up to him and curtsied. I kept my silence, knowing that the
stable-master would speak to me when he thought itappropriate.

After a short while, his eyes fell on me, "Peter, bring me a
stool", he called out. "Now my little girl, now is the time for
atonement and penance, yesterday you were late coming back and to
boot had the nerve smart mouth me, for that I will give you 10
lashes."

He sat down on the stool and grabbed me by the waist, I could
feel his strong hands holding me firm, his breath reeked of old
beer, and his body hada stench of sour sweat and piss. He easily
shifted my body around on his thighs, pulling me closer to his
loin, I could feel his raging hard-on as he lifted my skirts.

I yelled out in pain and surprise as the riding crop hit my
behind, 'oohgawdit stung', I felt so humiliated, spanked as if I
was a little girl, having my behind and bloomers shown in public,
it would be out over the village in no time. The second strike
was just as bad as the first, and I shrieked out in pain again,
the stable-master shifted in the chair, and I could hear him
breathe a little faster, he shifted my body around some more,
making my ribs rub against his stiff cock. The third didn't feel
as bad as the two first, causing me to only whimper, he grabbed
and twisted my hand, placing it firmly on his crotch, I could
feel his huge penis under my hand, it felt so large, so warm, I
doubted I could reach around it. He started rocking my body back
and forth, forcing my hand to rub on his crotch, and the lashes
started coming in a steady stream. His breathing became more and
more ragged, luckily at the same time it felt as if the strength
of the blows lessened, they still stung, but not as bad as
before, instead I could feel my rear, my belly, and my cheeks
grow warm from the repeated abuse, by the eighth blow, I could
feel how his thing jerked in his pants, while he let out a moan;
there was a brief pause in the blows, and then in quick
succession the last two blows hit me as I moaned in agony.

"There let that be a lesson to you girl, now run off to the
pasture with the geese", he said gasping for breath. I got up, my
cheeks burning red in shame, I had a hard time figuring out which
part of me felt hottest, my cheeks or my rear, at least my face
wasn't smarting. I tried to walk with some semblance of dignity
towards the goose pen, but my behind hurt too much and I couldn't
help rubbing it. I could hear the roar of the stable-boys
laughing as I left, tears streaming down my cheeks in humiliation
and shame. I vowed neverto belate again and never again tryto bea
wise-ass.

As I guided the geese towards the pasture with the small pond and
the glen, I kept having thestable-master'sstench in my nose,
combined with a sweet pungent smell I couldn't really name, was
that how his cum smelled? I tried to remember how Stephen's cum
smelled, but somehow I couldn't remember. There was no doubt in
my mind that spanking me had turned the stable-master on, he had
even forced me to jerk him off, what a pig he was! It seemed as
if all male creatures were only interested in one thing,
yesterday Rick had tried to mount me, and today the stable-master
had forced me to wank him off while spanking me.

I tried sitting down on the grass, but my behind stung too much,
as I got up I could feel a small cold wet spot on my bloomers as
they touched my skin when I got up. I checked the back of my
skirt, to see if I had sat in something wet, but the skirt was
dry. I lifted the skirt and felt my crotch, It was definitely
wet, had I wet myself when the stable-master spanked me? I
doubted it, I should have felt the wetness more clearly and the
bloomers wouldhave been drenched. I decided to take off the
bloomers and look more closely. There was no doubt, there was a
small light-yellow wet spot right where my slit would be in the
bloomers, The spot had the same sweet musky odor I had noticed
when walking to the pasture. Was I starting my period? What did
menstrual flow smell like? I should have paid attention in
biology as Mrs. Cline lectured on the female reproductive cycle,
having that kind of knowledge would have been handy, but how was
I to know thatat the time?

Walking around without anything between my skin and
myunderskirtrubbing against my smarting rear felt soothing. I
walked to the pond to wash my bloomers. On my way up to the glen,
where I wanted to hang the bloomers up to dry, I suddenly
realized that I had managed to walk up next to the pool and wash
my underwear without even thinking about it. I was getting good
at this!

I returned to my lookout post, overlooking the field and the
geese, Rick was by my side as usual, and Spot in his usual space,
they were doing such a great job! they were a real help, and
loyal too. As I stood there feeling the soft breeze make my
clothes brush against my skin, taking in the colors of the
scenery around me, the birds singing in the sky, I realized that
I felt so very much alive, and happy, and content, I couldn't
remember when I had last felt this alive, or noticed somany
differentcolors, andscents. It was as if my senses were in
overdrive. In many ways Rachel's world was so much better than
Justins, more vibrant, more real, more - something. I couldn't
really give it a name, I just felt good.

The thoughts of Justins world made me think of some pictures John
and I had exchanged, of girls being chained and whipped, had the
girls liked it? Did it turn them on?, had I been turned on by
being manhandled in thestable-master's strong arms and then
spanked? How did a girl know shewas turnedon? Boys were in no
doubt when theywere horny, figuring that out was easy, but what
did a girl feel when shewas turnedon, what did a girl feel at
all?

As I stood there thinking and dreaming, I could hear horse-hoofs
pounding, and I turned to look, a rider coming here could only
mean bad news. Filled with apprehension and dread I steadied
myself, waiting for the inevitable. Three riders came thundering
down from the glen towards me, Young Master Ethan and his brother
and their friend. I started to run, afraid that they would run me
down, instead Ethan gave me a push as he rode past me, showing me
to the ground. "That is for being in my way yesterday, you ill
begotten thing of a whore". He said as he dismounted, I climbed
to my feet, my hands hurting from softening the blow. By the time
I got up, he and his cronies had surrounded me. I looked at the
three young men as they towered above me.

"I hear from the stable-master that you are such an entertaining
wench. Why haven't you entertained me?, I am your Master, or I
will be when my fathers croaks".

His two cronies grabbed my arms and held them firmly against my
back, all sorts of remarks ran through my head, 'Isn't your
attempt at acting like a man entertainment enough?' was one of
the first that came to mind, but I knew that nothing I could say
would make things better, I had to try, had to hope for
compassion.

"Please Young Master, I beg of you to forgive me, I am still too
young for the pleasures of men"
WHAM, my head slammed to the side as Ethan slapped me hard on the
cheek.
"I will be the judge of who is too young for what!", the two
cronies laughed, my eyes were watering in pain, and I focused my
eyes on Ethan's boots, I knew I was in trouble and nothing I said
would change that, maybe if I was on my best behavior and really
nice I would get of lightly.
"Yes, Master, I am sorry for trying to assume your privileges", I
could feel my cheek burning, the pain making my mouth taste as if
I had had an electric jolt.
"My father says I should just rape you and be done with you, but
that would be too easy, don't you think so too little whore?"
"If you say so, Young Master"
"I am glad we agree, you are, after all, an illegitimate child,
and not even a Christian"

He was right, Father Gideon had refused to baptize me, he had so
often proclaimed that he would not accept a bastard spawn of sin
in his church.

"So you see, as a Manor Lord, I am the law of this land, and I
can do as I please." he continued, "if I killed you nobody would
think less of me, in fact, there are some that would say I had
finally righted a wrong and would congratulate me. Why my father
has allowed you to live is beyond me, you shouldhave been putout
in the forest and your whoring mother driven from the village."

I felt certain that my mother would think less of him for killing
me, but I kept my tongue, I could not think of anything to say,
except: "Please forgive Young Master, let me live and I will be
grateful for it"
"You are such a weak littlecreature, no fight in you at all, so
typical of women, no sense of honor, willing to do and say
anything to save your precious hides.Hmmm, what shall we do with
you, what shall we do?"

For a moment, he was deep in thought or so it appeared, then he
snapped his fingers, "I have it, what a marvelous idea, let us
re-enact a most wondrous tale I read", he looked up at his
brother, "Quick, Nat, go and fetch me six poles from the glen"

"The other day when I was cleaning up after my studies, I, quite
by accident, came upon a book that had a story about a heathen
god. In this particular story the god decided to copulate with a
mortal woman, an imperfect attempt at repeating the immaculate
conception of the holy virgin Mary, the storyiscalled'Leda and
the Swan', but you are no Leda, so perhaps we could make a new
tale called Rachel and the gander?"

When Nat returned they tied me to the ground, forcing my thighs
wide apart, lifting my skirt and baring my crotch for all the
world to see. Never in my life had I been so shamed, so
frightened, tears were running out my eyes, this was not fair,
they were ruining me, just for a laugh and a few moments of
pleasure.

They didn't know which of the geese where hens and which were
ganders, so they brought several birds, one after one they rubbed
the birds against my slit, nothing much happened, I could feel
the soft downs tickle me down below, if I hadn't been so frighted
and shamed it might even have felt pleasurable. Then suddenly I
felt something protrude between and rasp along my labia, and
finally reach the sensitive skin on the inside, I had the
weirdest sensation, something had entered just inside me and then
swirled around, like a small finger with brushes. I gasped at the
strange feeling overwhelming my sensations.

"Ohh, we finally found a male beast of field", Ethan purred,
tears blurred my vision, and I pleaded: "No, no, please let me
go, have mercy", I could feel the heavy weight of the gander
pushing down on me, the taloned feet digging into my abdomen, the
soft downs tickling my inner thighs and most private parts, and
something rasping the insides of my outer flaps, moving up and
down along my slit as the heavy bird pushed himself against me,
then suddenly I felt something almost scathingly hot shoot from
the rasping thing, and immediately the gander jumped away.

"Not much for endurance are they Rachel? Not nearly enough to
make you hot, I think"
Thankfully the hot fluid was rapidly cooling against my skin, if
only he knew how hot it was.
"Ohh, I see your little tryst has made you lose your tongue,
maybe I should help you along a little"

Ethan knelt besides me and reached out and started to rub and
massage my nipples, 'If only I had known yesterday!',the
sensitivity ofmy nipples was overwhelming, this felt good, in the
midst of all my shame and humiliation I started to feel good,
that made me feel even more humiliated. His touch generated small
pleasurable electrical sparks when he rubbed my nipples, the warm
happy feeling moved up my spine, making me shiver, at the same
time my cheeks were burning in shame, shame from being forced to
couple with an animal, shame from them watching me exposed like
this, and shame that I was starting to feel pleasure.

Ethan bent forward and I could feel his lips on my right nipple,
sucking and gently biting, he thrust a thumb between my lips and
into my mouth, the other hand rubbed my left nipple and breast.
The sensations starting to warm my body, the feelings of pleasure
started building inside me, When ever I tried to focus on one
place of my body, it seemed as if the pleasure from the other
parts subsided,  Finally I just let go, licking his finger felt
good, how strange that the act of licking a finger would make me
feel good, but it did.

The fear, the humiliation mingled with the pleasure and the
emotions reverberated inside me, making me even more aware of the
pleasure I felt. My body was tingling all over, but at the same
time I felt a void in me, as if something was missing. Then I
felt a new weight pushing against my crotch, the pain of the
talons digging into my abdomen made me open my eyes, and I could
see Ethan staring intently on my face and into my eyes. I closed
my eyes in shame, the pain mingled with all the other sensations
in my body.

The small brush sliding up inside my labia combined with the
weight pushing against my crotch helped remove a little of the
empty feeling. The brush moved rapidly inside me, and suddenly I
had the same sensation as before of something almost scathingly
hot spurting just inside me and then the weight subsided from my
abdomen. At the same time Ethan got up of the ground.

It was as if I had run hard on the track field, I was sweating
and warm all over, I could hear how I was gasping for breath.
Slowly my breathing returned to normal, but the tingling all over
my body remained, only slowly subsiding, I should berelieved that
my ordeal wasover, but at the same time it also made me feel even
more empty, even a bit dejected.

Ethan looked from me and to his two cronies, "Right, Nat and
Giles, we have allwitnessedhow this girl has lain with an animal,
her soul is now most certainly damned forever" he looked down at
me, "Now my little whore of a whore, youare damned, and will be
burnedon the stake if I should ever decide to tell Father Gideon
about what you have done here today, from now on you will do as I
say in all things".

I frowned trying to make sense of what he was telling me, he was
the son of the Lord of the manor and I was the illegitimate
daughter of a peasant woman, no matter what, I would have to do
as he said, what had happened here hadn't changed that. The same
with burning at the stake, if Ethan proclaimed that he had seen
me colluding with the devil, then I would be found guilty, he was
the son of the Manor Lord, his father was even related to the
Lord Baron, making the testimony even more damning.

Ethan started to laugh, "Look! The little slut is trying to use
her befuddled scatter brain! Leave the thinking to the men, women
have so little sense, I sometimes wonder what good you do, except
warm our beds and mend our clothes." he struck up a laughter and
looked at his two friends, "I think we have had our entertainment
for today, let's go home", with that he unceremoniously bent, and
in one smooth motion cut the string tying my right arm to the
stake as he walked towards his horse.

It felt like it took me forever to get my self free, all the time
Rick walked anxiously back and forth between the gaggle and back
to me; at some point, while trying to free myself, I was seething
in anger, where were he when I needed him the most? but I knew I
was being unfair, if he or Spot had tried to defend me the young
men would simply have killed the dogs, I would have lost my
companions forever. As soon as I was free, I quickly stumbled to
the pond, I felt so dirty all over and inside, the goo from the
ganders clinging to me. I rubbed and rubbed, washed my clothes,
and then washed my body again in the freezing cold water of the
pond.

I spent the rest of the afternoon much like the day before, Rick
and Spot providing comfort and warmth while my clothes dried.
Only this time I managed to pee without taking off my bloomers
and without peeing on my foot. Further proving that I was
starting to learn, I managed to get back to the village on time
and without incident.

Back at the hut, I could tell my mother had been home, and left
again, there was a fresh loaf of bread and even a bowl broth with
fair-sized lumps of meat and vegetables in it. As darkness fell,
I put myself to rest on my mattress, my body sated with the rich
broth and a chunk of bread, my mind completely numb from all the
emotional highs and lows the day had brought.






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