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Subject: {ASSM} The Inn Wench
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Date: Sat, 31 Oct 2015 19:10:02 -0400
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The Inn Wench (Mf, oral, genital, rape,  beast)
 
    Rain pelting the  shuttered windows and the steady pounding of rain 
drops on the roof a nice  interlude as I kneel in the small room on the third 
floor of The Inn.   Nothing exciting about the man sitting on the chair in 
front of me.  A  merchant smelling of the spices he sells; but the scent is a 
mask of the odor  that emanates from his body.  Washing an unknown task for 
so many of the  travelers that visit the inn.  
    Not showing  distaste, as I suckle on his hard organ.  My fingers 
tickling his hairy nut  sack and gently massaging his balls, as I bob my head up 
and down on his hard  shaft.  One hand stroking ahead of my lips as I pull 
the foreskin down and  tongue around the fat plum of his gland.  Guessing 
that my mouth is doing  the cleaning on his organ for this month,  The musk 
strong and pungent and  offensive; but still I show a tinkle in my eyes and 
sounds of pleasure as I  suckle his big man teat.  
    I can feel the cum  oozing from between my lower lips as I kneel and 
fuck to his mouth, as I did  straddling him minutes earlier.  Though still in 
my teen years, I have had  many men since becoming a wench at this inn.  I 
have learned much from the  other girls and women and more from experience.  
I not only made him cum in  me; but I used my cunny to keep him hard and 
make him needy for another  go.  This oral sex not paying as much as the fuck; 
but another penny or two  to add to my stashed savings.  Master Jack the 
innkeeper will be happy with  me for milking his the merchants cock for more 
coppers.
    The sounds mute  from the main floor, but still carrying to the upper 
level of the inn, as I rake  my teeth along the underside of the engorged man 
meat.  Trying not to show  my at the noise below, as I draw my cheek hard 
and swirl my tongue around the  mushroom cap.  There must be a party of 
travelers stopped at the inn and I  want to get below to try to entice a few more 
coppers of coin from these  guests.
    Squeezing my thighs  on my own swollen cunt  lips as feel excitement 
and arousal.  Maybe I  will catch the eye of a rich handsome knight or Lord or 
merchant and they will  take me away from this life of serving and whoring 
for a penny.  My tongue  tip fluttering over the slit on the tip of his 
prick and feeling the swell of  the flesh in my mouth.  Milking my hand up his 
shaft as massage his balls  with my fingers.  Rewarded with a grunt and then 
a groan, as a spurt of cum  shoot from his slit and then more bubbles onto 
my tongue.  Swallowing the  abbreviated amount of cum, from the recently 
spent cock.  Fingers pressing  the cum vein and causing more of his sperm to 
ooze from his  tip.
    Sitting back on my  thighs and smiling up at the man as he tucks his 
limp organ into his  pants.  Rewarded with a few more coins as I stand and 
then curtsey to the  man.  "Thank you kind sir."
    Skirt whipping  around my bare legs as I stand and slip from the small 
room and quickly move  down the stairs to find out what the commotion below 
is  about.
    The volume of sound  rising as I reach the second floor and then move 
down the narrow corridor to the  first floor staircase.  Seeing a number of 
men in wet cloaks standing near  the big open hearth and warming themselves 
at the fire.  The smell of damp  cloth strong as I reach the bottom step and 
look from the fire to the  door.  Seeing puddles of muddy water where it has 
been tramped in on the  boots of the guests.  Seeing huge dogs in a corner, 
and watching as they  shake their great bodies of fur and a shower of rain 
rises into the air and  forms a circle of moisture around them.
    Cursing to myself  as I see the Innkeeper Jack pointing to the floor 
and making a wiping  motion.  Damn it, now I get to clean up the mess while 
the other girls  serve these men food, drink and whatever else they need.  Not 
even sure it  is even making sense to try to clean up this mess, as more is 
dripping from the  boots of the men trampling in and out.
    The big man the  focus of the circle at the fire is a Lord surely, 
maybe the new lord of this  land.  His lackeys and Jack and the girls taking 
their cloaks and serving  hot ale to take the chill from them.  The men milling 
around the table near  the fire, as Jack moves some of the regulars to 
outlying  tables.
    Finding a bucket  and a scrub brush and rags in a corner of the tap 
room and walking barefoot to  the main entrance and kneeling on the floor to 
clean up the worse of the mud  staining the wooden floor.  Leaning over and 
working the brush with two  hands, as I try to block out the conversation and 
the doings of the others in  the great room.
    Embarrassed that I  am the washer woman, while the other girls gets to 
serve this company of men and  maybe enjoy their physical company for a 
copper or two.  Serves me right  for being greedy upstairs with the blowjob.
    Wending my way  slowly to the tables the men are sitting at by the 
large hearth.  The hem  of my skirt now wet and muddy as I try to sop up the 
worse of the water and  mud.  Knowing I will have to run in the heavy rain to 
the barn loft to  change my skirt when done here.
    At eye level with  the huge hounds sitting near their masters feet, 
gobbling noisly at scraps of  meat thrown at them from the table.  Actually 
they are being fed prime  strips of meat that most can't afford.  Trying not to 
pay attention to the  huge animals as I crawl closer and know I will be 
expected to mop up the large  puddle around them.  From the bits of 
conversation this group had been  hunting until the heavy downpour soaked them totally. 
 
    The warmth of the  large fireplace, drying the wet clothing causing 
steam to rise from the wool  cloaks.  Trying to hear what is being said and not 
look up as I move closer  to the tables.  The girls giggling and jiggling 
and swaying their asses as  they walk bac and forth and serve at the table 
and on the laps as the men  whisper sweet nothings in their ears.
    Trying to hurry up  with this chore so that I might partake of the 
largess of the lords and  gentlemen.  Turning to hear a soft growl and looking 
at one of the huge  hounds.  His jaws slobbering as he sniffs at the air, 
eyes fixed on  me.  Feeling fear as I look at the bared white teeth and knowing 
I need to  move closer to finish cleaning the floor.
    The animal standing  and then padding the ten feet to where I am on 
hands and knees.   Watchfully, aware of his closeness as he circles me, his 
nose sniffing the  air.   Then feeling his head push against the back of my 
skirt.   Snorting as he sniffs loudly.  Reaching back with one hand to shoo him 
 away; but pulling my hand back as a soft growl from the huge dog.   
Scuttling on all fours to face the dog, backing to the tables as I pull my  bucket 
with me.
    The dog circling  again and bumping his nose against my ass cheeks.  As 
I move he moves and  now I can hear a quiet at the tables as I know the men 
are watching.  A  flush of embarrassment reddening and heating my cheeks as 
I hear a titter of  laugher.  The dog still moving around to sniff at my 
backside and nudge  me.
    Panicky as I look  around and prepare to stand and flee the room.  "It 
seems that Roland has  found a mate."   The tables bursting into loud 
guffaws of  laughter.  The girls joining in as I look to Innkeeper Jack and his  
permission to leave.  A handful of coppers bouncing on the floor as I look  
up.  "For you my girl to please my four legged companions."  Another  round 
of drunken laughter filling the room.
    Not paying  attention as again the dog nudges me hard with his huge 
head and I fall  forward.  My head and arms to the floor and ass raised as I 
feel the huge  beast, licking at my legs and thighs.  Feeling tears of 
humiliation welling  in my eyes as I try to crawl away from the monster.  One of 
the men taking  the hem of my skirt and lifting it onto my back, exposing my 
naked legs and  ass.  The huge beast pressing forward, with his long thick 
tongue now  lapping at the inside of my thighs and pussy lips.   Moaning in 
fear  as I crawl the huge beast not allowing me to stand.  My backside exposed 
 and being tongue lashed.
    Hearing a deep  growl and then the beast raising up and his upper body 
resting on my back.   The thick nails digging into the soft flesh of my 
back, my blouse ripping.   The breath pushed from my lungs as I feel the weight 
of the monster as he stands  on his back legs, his front paws, sliding down 
my sides and gripping my  waist.
    Still trying to  crawl; but unable to move as I brace with my hands and 
legs to keep from being  crushed to the floor.  The noise of the room just 
a rush of sound in my  ears, as I wage a war to escape this monster.  My 
body held and feeling the  hound walking closer on his back legs.  His fetid 
breath washing across my  face.  His thick slobber dripping onto my back and  
hair.
    The hard cock,  tapping at the inside of my thighs as I  struggle to 
escape his grip.   The bone of the dog cock, now jabbing at my labia, a long 
low growl from the dog  and a low keen scream of fear from my lips as I feel 
the tip against the opening  of my cunny.  
    The muscular  haunches of the dog, driving the long cock against my 
thighs and cunt lips and  then a thrust finding the soggy wet opening of my 
cunt, and driving the shaft  deep into my slick tunnel.  Not thinking at the 
time; but I should be  thankful for the man fucking me earlier as I my tunnel 
was at least lubed for  this brutal thrust.  
    My arms weakening  and my head against the floor now as the dog pulls 
back and thrusts hard again  into my cunt.  My breasts rubbing painfully on 
the floor, as the huge beast  thrust again and again in long hard movements 
into my cunt.  The tip of his  cock teasing my womb opening as he grips me 
harder with his paws.  The  growl a deep throaty roar in my ear, and the 
slobber and spittle now flying  around in the air and on my body.   Grunting as I 
try to breathe, the  pace of this fucking like none I have ever 
experienced.  my cunt walls  rippling with sensation.  Feeling monster walking closer, 
as he holds me in  place and the feel of his knot being forced against my 
cunt opening.  Tears  of frustration and embarrassment and pain running down 
my  cheeks.
    Helplessly just  able to brace myself as the huge beast slowly pushes 
me along the wooden  floor.  My body burning from the friction.  My cunt 
entrance feeling  so uncomfortably spread as he tries to force his knot into the 
flexible  opening.
    Then feeling the  tensing of the great body and the eruption of dog 
seed, filling his bitch.   My cunt twitching as is his cock and feeling myself 
having an orgasm and milking  the long thick dog cock.  Quickly the dog 
empties his thin seed into my  cunt and starts to tug at the partially buried 
knot.  A few hard jerks and  with a loud wet "pop"  his cock is freed from my 
bruised cunt.   Feeling the wet dribble of his cum sliding from the mushy 
folds of my cunt onto  the floor beneath me.  
    Collapsing on the  floor, not able to understand the loud conversation 
around me and the cheering  as the dog moves to a corner and lics at his red 
cock.   Ashamed to  look up and slowly pushing myself to my hand and knees 
again.  Needing to  escape this room, the laughter, the nasty words.
    My body jerking as  I feel the wet nose again my leaking cunt and a 
tongue swiping between my  legs.  Another beast quickly mounts my body.  His 
paws grasping  already abraded skin.  The pain of his nails digging into my 
body, the  weight of the mountain of flesh on my back and then the thick cock 
jabbing  between the backs of my legs and stabbing finally into my sloppy 
cunt.  The  hips trusting hard and fast.  Driving the doggy dick deep into a 
well used  cunt.  The slap of flesh in my ears loud, as I find myself 
counting the  strokes as best I can.  Bracing again with my arms and rocking back 
and  forth as my legs struggle to hold me on my knees.  The low growl of the  
animal in my ear and my whimpering as he partially knots my opening and 
spews  more of the doggy cum deep against my womb opening.  Plugged for a few  
moments to make sure the seed doesn't leak out and then the dog pulling back 
and  dragging me backwards as he finally pulls free of my abused cunt.  
    More cum leaking  onto the floor as I kneel wobbly,  legs spread wide.  
My skirt and  blouse shredded from the nails of the canines.  My lower back 
and tummy,  marked with red gouges.  My cunt lips swollen and sore.  My 
mind and  eyes unfocused as I kneel in place.  Hard nipples aching with  
sensation.  My cunt sore; but also alive with a dull feeling of need.   And my 
small pearl, hard and throbbing, engorged with  blood.
    Barely reacting as  the third hound sniffs and licks and then I spread 
my legs just a little to  brace for the weight of the hound on my back.  
Either this cock isn't as  long or thick as the others, or my cunt has become 
slack and loose, as the beast  quickly enters and fucks my bitch cunt.  
    My cunt rippling as  my walls grasp at the dog and actively fuck back.  
My ass hips jerks as a  series of long hard spasmic contraction seize my 
insides in a body wrenching  orgasm.  My cunt coating the dog cock with my 
grease as I push and press to  the huge animal and find myself pleasured as he 
knots and spurts his seed  coating my walls and womb.
    The dog turning  away from me, stepping over my body and still 
connected to my body with his  knot.  His tugging eventually freeing his knot and a 
contraction of my  walls spewing a burst of wet seed to the floor behind me.
    My whole body  trembling and quivering as I wait on all fours.  Not 
sure of how many  beasts there were; but prepared for the next one to use the 
bitch.  Slowly  my breathing and heartbeat slows and I become aware of my 
surroundings.  My  cunt so sore and comfortably numb as I tremble on all  fours.
    "Innkeeper Jack,  you will give me the pick of the litter."   The 
laughter loud and  boisterous as I continue to kneel on all fours, waiting not 
sure for  what.  A handful of coins falling to the floor and hitting my body.  
 Then a more scattered bunch from the other men at the tables.  Finally  
looking around, my body sore and tired, then at the coins on the floor and  
crawling around to pick up the handful.  A  mixture of copper mostly; but some 
silver  ones and a gold one in the bunch.
    Feeling Jack's hand  on my head,  "you may go and clean up girl."  
Pulling my skirt down  over my backside and with Jack's help standing on my feet.
    Turning to the  tables and with an awkward curtsey, "thanks you kind 
sirs."  Walking with a  fullness between my sticky legs, as my cunt lips are 
swollen with arousal and  bruising.  Jack following me to the kitchen and 
closing the door quickly  taking his share of my coins.  "Go clean up girl, 
maybe one of these men  would like the company of a dog bitch."  His laughter 
burning humiliation  deep in my face. as I stumble past the kitchen help to 
the  outside.  
     Pulling my  skirt and blouse off and standing in the soothing rain.  
Letting it wash  the sweat and the outward coating of dog cum from my cunt 
lips and legs.   Then walking to a trough and splashing water into a bucket 
and taking it into  the loft to clean the seed from inside my body.
    Returning to the  main room after changing, my cunt lips still greatly 
swollen, the room not as  rowdy as earlier, as many have now left.  None of 
the lord's men wanting to  fuck my bitch hole; but I did get one that 
enjoyed a nice suck of his  prick.  And one of the locals met me out back and 
fucked me for a reduced  rate.  It seems my bitch cunt has lost value.
    The lord and his  men preparing to leave at first light.  The horses 
and hounds milling  around the yard, as the men finish a hasty breakfast.  The 
lord calling me  over to him.  Whispering in my ear as he closes my hand 
over a silver  piece.  "You have please my hounds immensely, they are barely 
of use this  morning."  His little joke, followed by laughter.  Then he 
whispered  more words into my ear.
    The other girls are  sure to make it known that I have fucked hounds 
when we get guests and it does  cut back on my services as a whore at The Inn; 
but I am regularly going to the  Lord's castle to service his hounds and 
servicing them here at the inn when he  stops by after a hunt.  I am making 
more coppers now then before.  I  almost have enough to buy my freedom from 
Innkeeper Jack and the Lord has  offered me a job as kennel mistress.  I am 
not sure if he is joking or not;  but I will ask me.............
    
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