Katie was having a wonderful time at the Renaissance Fayre. At age fifteen, she didn't often get much opportunity to leave the house all day, but her parents were perfectly happy to let her work on the weekends - they were thrilled, in fact, that she'd be so responsible. Naturally, Katie didn't see it that way - working at the Fayre was fun. The low-cut period dress and bodice gave her a racy feeling, and helped to push out her budding young breasts. It was also fun to play-act in Elizabethan English, and to receive so much attention. Renaissance Fayres are for flirting, no doubt about it.

Katie was walking the Fayre, on break from her job as a caller for a choocolate stand, and saw some friends who had worked at the Fayre the year before. She ran up and hugged them, saying her "Good morrow." After a bit of playful flirting, one of her friends, Allen, leaned forward to kiss her. Naturally, she was more than willing - Allen was gorgeous! - and the kiss lingered. She felt her lips soften and relax, and closed her eyes, feeling shared pleasure draw herself toward him. His hand lightly held the small of her back, and for a moment, she was lost in a world of slightly open-mouthed kisses, toying with the idea of opening her mouth further and depeening the lovelock.

Suddenly, she felt a change of heart, and leaned back, smiling only a moment as she turned away with a murmured goodbye, and headed toward a hay-bale theatre that was beginning to crowd for an upcoming dance show. She sighed a bit, regretting turning away, but proceeded on toward the small crowd. A man, dressed in a rented peasant's garb, was sitting and watching her, eyes alight with interest.

Something about him instantly repulsed her, even more than his unimpressive physical appearance. The balding man, perhaps of forty or so, was watching her, and twice as she approached him, she saw him visibly look her up and down, staring at her partially exposed cleavage. Nonetheless, it was Fayre, and that kind of behavior was more acceptable, though creepy, so she smiled back.

"Good morrow to you, m'lass." He gave a smile and a somewhat formal nod - like a halfhearted bow.

"And good morrow to you, m'lord." She smiled back insincerely, then looked past him, hoping to find someone she knew so she could walk on. When she saw her ex-boyfriend, Jonah, she turned to walk towards him, but the man interrupted again.

"Leaving so soon, m'lady? We've not even yet met!" His accent was good, and he blustered well, but she hadn't seen him at the Fayre before. She assumed by the rented costume that he was just a talented newcomer.

"Good sirrrah, I fear I must attend to an old friend. 'Twas a pleasure."

"Oh, but I do insist thou stay, and tell me of this old friend." His tone was a little more insistent than appropriate, but she didn't want to make a scene, so she stayed.

"'Tis my friend, Jonah, m'lord. An old friend with whom I must have soom good words." She shuffled uncomfortably, wanting to leave.

The man turned, and saw Jonah, who hadn't appeared to have noticed Katie yet. Katie was beginning to feel very uncomfortable about this pushy man. The balding man looked back to Katie, and hooked a thumb at Jonah. "This friend, m'lass - is he thy paramour? Do tell me honestly."

She stammered a moment - she'd wanted to say yes, to get this man off her case, but she stumbled over it, not wanting to lie so blatantly. "Nay, m'lord. He is my... former love."

The man grinned, and looked at Jonah again, then back at Katie. As his eyes made another sleazy slide down her body, he asked, quite forwardlyly, "And tell me, good lass - how far hast thou gone with this lost love?"

She swallowed, and blushed a bit. She didn't want to tell this creep about her love life, but she found herself doing it anyway, "Jonah and I have kissed a lot, and he's felt me up a lot, and one time I let him... uh... stick his finger in me a little bit, but it hurt so I made him stop."

The man's expression suddenly changed, and he waggled a finger at her, quite angry. "Lass, I'll warn thee once and once only. Thou must speak in the Queen's English, or not at all, or I shall be forced to spank thee mercilessly! Dost thou understand? Apologize."

Her face flushed red with anger and annoyance, and she felt herself struggling to control her temper. Instead of storming away, or yelling at him, she calmly nodded and said, "I am most sorry, m'lord."

The jerk smiled then, and leaned forward to stroke Katie's long straight blonde hair. Katie flinched away, while he said with a warm smile. "I, too, am sorry, m'lass. Clearly, my stern language has shocked thee. Come, let us walk to cool thy temper, and we shall buy thee a new dress in thanks." He held a finger up to her lips, shushing her forthcoming excuse and polite refusal. "I'll hear no strife from thee. Come - take my hand and walk with me to a dress store, and there thou wilt try a new dress."

Amazed at her own complacency, she took his clammy hand and silently walked with him. She kept her eyes low, hoping no friends would see her with this slimeball, and followed his lead. The two silently walked through the dusty fairgrounds, until they reached a dress shop, The Good Tailor's Wife, where he gestured with flourish for her to enter. Nodding insincere thanks, she stepped in, hoping she'd be able to find a nice dress and get out of this lecherous loser's sight before she was late for getting back to work - hoping even more that he wouldn't try to make some sleazy pass at her.

Katie was startled as a dress practically flew into her face. It was a very nice peasant's dress, off the shoulder, with a pretty floral print. "Perhaps 'twould please m'lass to see how this fits her pretty hips?" The guy was there, holding the dress in her face. "Let's to the dressing room."

She nodded, and took the dress, walking into the dressing room. She hung the dress up, and was taking off her shoes as she heard him, behind her, walking into the cloth-walled dressing closet. Shocked, she said quite loudly, remembering only at the last moment to keep her Fayre accent, "M'lord! This is a lady's dressing room! Wait thyself outside."

Instead, the pig sat down. "How would I know thy dress were proper if I could not see the wond'rous change. Prithee, wilt thou change clothes before me?"

"Nay, pig!" she angrily spat out.

The man laughed, a bit too coarsely, throwing his head back into the gesture. She was surprised the store's security didn't intervene by then, but they were nowhere to be seen. Licking his lips, he said, "Very well then, good lass. A compromise. I will meet thee halfway. Take off thy old dress, but put not the new one on."

Katie was stunned. She simply stared at the man, in shock, for what seemed like forever, waiting and hoping that someone would hear her. He was going to try to rape her! Her mind raced with alternatives - run away, shout for help, slap him, kick his balls, or simply refuse. But, looking into his eyes, she found herself disgusted to realize that she lacked the willpower to risk getting him mad at her. She didn't want to start another scene. Terrified, she numbly reached behind herself and began untying her bodice.

She breathed heavily, panicked, as she removed the bodice and dropped on the ground in front of the unattractive man. She paused, looking into his eyes and hoping he'd let her stop there. Instead, he gestured for her to continue undressing, blatantly staring at her soft, pert tits. Though she would have given anything to avoid it, she pulled her blouse over her head, shivering as the cool air touched her now half-exposed body. She reached down to take off her stockings and shoes, but he stopped her with another gesture, and motioned for her to stand up straight.

There she stood, face and breasts reddened with shame as he stared at her. Katie decided a hundred times to run away, but a hundred times could not steel herself up actually to do it. She stood, stock still, not even moving more than a frightened flinch as the man reached up and rudely grabbed her large, pink left nipple, twisting it a little bit. She silently cursed herself for not wearing a bra, though she knew it would have looked stupid in her costume. Her nipple tightened and hardened as her baby-soft flesh was grabbed and twisted by the man's leathery fingers.

The man leaned back again, and gestured for Katie to continue undressing. Ashamed but terrified, she did so, not looking at the slimeball who was verbally bullying her into stripping for him. She removed her stockings and shoes and skirt, leaving only her black cotton panties, and stood up straight again, goose pimples of fear rising all along her body with a bristling tingle...

...and, when she looked at him again, hoping he would dismiss her, or leave, or that the store owners would finally notice something was wrong, or SOMETHING, she saw instead that he'd stripped naked himself, exposing his hairy, sweaty, somewhat flabby flesh. She looked away in disgust, not deigning to respond to the asshole as he said, in a mockingly perfect Elizabethan tone, "Good lass, does the crow of my cock disturb thee? Let it not disturb thee! Look upon it, for I do think it doth like thee."

She almost threw up as she complacently looked up at the man's prick. She's never seen a grown man naked before, except in a Playgirl magazine some giggling older friends had been reading. She'd hoped that when she did, it would have been in a more romantic setting. The man's penis was partially erect, and not very large. It, and he, looked ridiculous, but the absurdity of this unattractive naked man only made the experience more shocking. She tried to turn away, but couldn't - and then she realized that she'd been doing everything he'd told her to do, almost slavishly, since he started talking to her.

"Kneel down in front of me, and tell me thy name."

She did so, hating herself every moment for it, panicked that she was somehow being commanded by this man. The wooden floor was uncomfortable, but she found she couldn't shift as she looked up at the man and told him her full name. "Kathryn Grace Hownee."

"Kathryn, methinks thou lackest tenderness toward my member. Kiss it."

She leaned forward, overwhelmed by the sweaty, musky smell of the man's penis, and, disgusted, kissed the tip of it. Then, she felt herself move against her will. Her lips parted and she took his hardening cock into her mouth. At the same time, her hands began caressing his thighs. Her head bowed as she took more of his penis into her mouth, her body moving unbidden like a puppet on its strings. She passively felt her tongue lapping out across the underside of his dick, wetly running along its surface. The soft fingers of her left hand cupped his balls as he placed his clammy hand on the back of her head, clasping her hair a little roughly. She tried to pull away, and get out of the dressing room, but instead she felt herself leaning toward the man, his furry thighs brushing against her heaving, frightened breasts as she pushed her mouth forcefully onto his prick, gagging as his penis pushed against the back of her throat. Her traitorous hands reached around to grab onto his hairy ass, and she pulled his cock into her further, feeling it push the opening at the back of her throat. Her face was lost in the dense, sweaty tangle of his black pubic hair, and her body, totally beyond her control, rocked back and forth uncomfortably as Katie began rapidly bobbing her lips and tongue back and forth along his shaft. She continued for some time, sucking hard ar his loathesome cock despite her frantic intentions to get away. The pace of her involuntary cocksucking began to increase. As his breathe grew faster and faster, and his hands pushed her head onto his penis with more and more urgency, she felt her own body's pace quickening. Her tits bounced against his legs with the force of her rocking, and her back and knees shot through with pain from the awkward, rapid movement, but her body continued unabated. Why didn't anyone hear his loud moaning and come help her?

Finally, he shot his wad into her mouth. After she swallowed the first wave of salty semen, she felt her body twitch as control was returned to her. Immediately, she pulled forcefully away from the ecstasy-shaken man, spitting out the rest of his foul-tasting come and falling on her ass, her legs sprawling.

"Stay there, bitch!" As she struggled to get up and run away, she clearly felt the man's harsh words break through her will. "...uh, m'lass, that is. Thy lips are sweet and soft, but that delight was but a lubricating preamble to our true love affair. Now, if thou would, kindly masturbate, and find thy body physiccally aroused, despite thy disgust. Remove thy panties first, of course."

Though she controlled her own movements, she still had no choice - this creep had some strange power that made her do what he said. She planted her feet against the floor, arched her back, hooked her thumbs under her thin black panties, and slid them down her long legs, and off her toes, placing them with her other clothes. She lay there, totally nude, her legs spreading to bare her dampening cunt to his lecherous eyes. She tried to think of some way to get around his orders, to outsmart him, but every plan that came to mind was shot down by the disgusting command he'd made. She shifted herself into the position she lay in on the rare occasions that she masturbated at home: Her knees rose into the air, her feet pulled in close to her butt, her left hand brushed and teased her nipple as her right hand parted her labia, her middle finger poking between to press against her clitoris through its hood, rubbing in a warm, wet circle. She was dismayed and horrified when she realized that, as he had ordered, her vulva was growing silky and slick with arousal. Her clit felt extremely sensitive, and, even though it was filthy and scary and totally unpleasant, she found her head leaning back, her eyes closing as she lost herself in the pleasure. She silently prayed that she wouldn't have the orgasm that craved to flow through her warm, shivering body.

"Open thy eyes and look at me, vixen! I'll not have thee closing thy eyes while I watch."

She looked at him, and briefly stopped her masturbating as she realized that he was breathing heavy, and (she loathed even to think the words!) wacking off as he watched her play with herself. She felt exposed and violated as he stared at her cunt, but had no choice but to resume her masturbation. It still felt intensely pleasurable, but she could feel nothing but mortified disgust as her eyes were locked on his right hand, rapidly stroking his glistening cock.

"All right, fun's over, thou trollop. Turn over, on thy hands and knees, and expose thyself for fucking."

She stopped, and turned over, confused at how he intended to have sex with her in this position. Shouldn't she be on her back? Wishing that she hadn't, she remembered hearing something about being taken from behind, and, once she realized what he wanted, arched her back, exposing her trickling vagina to his whims.

Her deflowering was unceremonious. He pushed his cock up her soft, moist vagina, pushing past her hymen with a brief thrust. It stung like hell, and she thought she could feel herself bleeding. The pain of it drove away any lingering vestige of arousal, but her body pushed against his cock, encouraging him to push further. He rapidly and violently thrust into her again and again, the movement slickened by her thick and velvety vaginal fluids. Quite suddenly, and to her great relief, he pulled out after maybe a dozen strokes, without ever coming inside of her. She breathed a sigh of relief that he wouldn't be getting her pregnant.

"Alright, m'lady, now that I'm well-lubed, 'tis time to begin in earnest."

She wondered with morbid, paralyzed curiosity what he meant, when she felt her own body once again begin to move on its own. Her hips bucked about a bit, and her legs spread apart. She felt a wet, tender pressure, and realized he had positioned his cock against her anus. Fear flooded her mind, and she felt her skin prickle once more with goosebumps, but she was powerless to resist as he slowly pressed his slick cock into the tight and uncomfortable warmth of her unyielding anal passage. She felt the muscles of her anus contract, tightening the violation. She desperately wished to pull away, as the penetrating cock pushed its way slowly and violently into her clenching asshole, but instead found herself tensing against him, pushing her ass toward him to facilitate his violation. Inside her head, she screamed voicelessly as he pushed all the way inside her, her muscles tensed to keep his throbbing cock as far into her rectal cavity as possible. She felt the tissue of her asshole being torn open, burning like reddened fire. Then, the pain turned into a dull but burning nausea as he began to move his body rapidfire against her cooperating body, sliding in and out of her virgin teen bowels. Breathing heavy from the exertion of pushing into his accelerating rhythm, she heard him begin to pant, and felt his balls tighten as they slapped against her puffy vulva with each thrust. She realized he was going to climax inside her asshole, and felt her own hands reach under her body, leaving her face mushed up against the wooden floor, knocking into the floor with every ramming, pulsing thrust. Her left hand grabbed her nipple and began twisting and pinching abusively, while her right hand grabbed at her cunt, roughly flicking and pushing at her clit as he continued to pound himself into her ass. She felt an orgasm building up within her as he anally raped her, but not a pleasant one - it felt as though the climax was being forced upon her just as much as everything else. Her hips bucked and twitched, and as the man froze in place, load upon load of semen pouring into her bowels, she felt close to fainting from the intensity of her orgasm, her twat's juices washing over her hand, which still violently rubbed at her raw clit. She felt dizzy and lost in the overwhelming pain and pleasure.

After a few seconds, he pulled out of her, and she felt her body stop masturbating and coming. She turned toward him, still not in control of her body, and faced his penis, slick and covered with saliva, semen, cunt juices, and blood. She leaned into it and began to slowly lick it clean as he gave his orders.

"When I leave, you will put on the new dress I bought you, and go about your business for the day. You won't remember anything that happened between us, nor that you did anything sexual while in the dressing room. You won't even remember how you got here. From this day forward, you'll never turn down an offer to fuck you up the ass. You'll offer it to anyone you think might take you up on it. You'll do this no matter who it is, no matter whether you have a boyfriend or not, no matter where you are. While you're being fucked up the ass, you'll remember everything that happened today vividly. You'll feel horrified and disgusted all over again, but will continue to act as though you're extremely turned on, and tell no one. When he comes up your ass, you'll come too -- in fact, that's the only time you'll ever have an orgasm from now on. Once he's come, you'll forget again, and remember only that you had very hot, very passionate anal sex.

"And, from now on, you'll only speak in the Queen's English."