The Joys of Spring · Part 2 (2/2)
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Although taken aback, Cathy quickly recovered and, taking her life in her hands, stated that she would. Having said this, especially to his mother, seemed to make it true. It definitely seemed to please Martha who beamed, before hugging her.
“Well, we will just have to make sure that he proposes then won’t we?” Martha said.
And that seemed to be that. It was as though it was a done deal. All that was required was for Andy to play his part and Cathy would be a part of the family.
When her parents got back off of their second honeymoon, she was going to have a lot to tell her mother. They were not due back for another three days. She had not been able to get a reception on her own mobile or she would have gossiped sooner. As it was, because they were on the other side of the world, it didn’t seem right to use the landline. However, Cathy wanted to tell her family how happy she was and maybe even her plans for the future. But she had to keep a lid on her joy, or else it would bubble over of its own accord. Eventually, after a pleasant day spent walking some of the local trails, it was time to head back to the cottage and change for the festival.
When they arrived they found that Rob and Martha had already changed. Since Andy was going dressed as Lew Llaw Gyffes, Martha thought that it would be appropriate if she played his mother. She was another baddy of the story and so she wore a long black dress, cut in the style that she insisted would be correct for the early iron age. Cathy took her word for it. Rob had decided to dress as a Celtic King, with bright striped leggings, tied around the ankles, an embroidered tunic and cape, along with a gold crown and a small sword at his waist.
After the usual greetings and laughter, Cathy was shooed upstairs by Martha, so that she could get changed.
The dress was a simple, long white gown, tied at the waist by a length of white rope, with fine gold woven into the strands as they were twisted together. Bright embroidery around the collar and sleeves showed bright daisies, blue bells and buttercups. Martha fiddled with her hair and brushing it for Cathy, before placing a crown of large daisies, woven into a chain, upon her head. Fortunately, Cathy had packed a set of sandals which seemed in keeping with the outfit and, after changing he ear rings for a simple silver set of studs, she was ready to go.
As Cathy waited in the kitchen for Andy, she chatted with Martha about the costume.
“Well, as I told you earlier, if Andy is going as Lew, it is only fitting that you play Bleudwedd. You look like a marvellous goddess of spring.”
Before she could take the conversation further, the sight of Andy entering in his costume took her breath away. As Lew was a young noble warrior, Andy had donned a warriors costume, Black leggings, again tied around the ankle and long sleeve jersey. In addition to this, he wore a black leather breast plate, sword and leather helmet and short, woven cloak.
Some men look good in armour and some men don’t. All that Cathy could think as she took in Andy’s athletic body and the way he looked in polished leather was, Phwar. After a few moments, Cathy suddenly realised that her jaw had dropped open of it’s own accord and that she was openly drooling. Pulling herself together, praying that his mother had not noticed her openly lusting after her son, she stammered a compliment about his outfit before allowing herself to be escorted on his arm, out of the kitchen and out to the festival.
The festival had officially started when they arrived. Stalls were spaced around the village green selling cakes, pies, local crafts, including the miniature iron man figurines, as well as bear and mead. A hog roast had been cooking for some hours during the day and, the couple settled down on a picnic blanket to listen to a local folk band, who were playing traditional Celtic music on harps, squeeze boxes, drums and a strange looking guitar. Small bells and tambourines were also played for some of the numbers, even a penny whistle. Laying on the blanket, with her head cradled in Andy’s arm as she watched the band, Cathy felt that this was the best day of her life and that things just couldn’t get any better.
After another hour, the hog was at last cooked and she made her way, plate in hand, to join the rest of the villages as they waited to have slices of meat cut off of the carcase, before helping herself to salad and sauces.
At last it was time for the iron man and so Cathy joined Andy as the villages were summoned to walk around the village in a procession. It was a strange sight as Andy and Cathy strolled along, hand in hand, as the rest of the villagers walked along in their own costumes. Some were dressed as jesters, some a warriors or nobles. There where also Celtic gods of Animals, where the villager wore a mask or birds with feather cloaks. Teenage girls, wearing short pink or blue dresses, skipped and danced about the crowd in time with the music.
At last, after twenty minutes strolling around the village, accompanied by the band they had heard earlier, they arrived at the Blacksmiths. The Iron man stood proudly outside of the workshop. It was a thing of iron, there was no doubt about that. In fact, Cathy recognised it as a gibbet cage, painted in gloss blue paint. It looked like a medieval torture device as the iron had been bent into the semblance of a person, forming a metal cage that could keep a person in its strange, star shaped position, since the arms were held horizontally out to the sides and the legs were spread apart, forming an X.
It was held upright by a pole that rose from a strange platform. The part that joined to the Iron Man connected to the crotch. As she got closer she saw that the platform had poles running along the ground coming out of the front and back. It was, she realised, meant to be carried. The box itself was covered in daisies, hundreds of them. As she got closer, she saw that bits of material, ribbons and bits of jewellery had been tied to the frame in several places. The man standing next to this strange edifice, who she assumed was the blacksmith, was dressed as a wizard.
Finally, after a few moments, four warriors strode out of the crowd and picked up the iron man by the poles, placing it on their shoulders. A great cheer accompanied this. After a short speech in Welsh that, after a few seconds Cathy tuned out, the procession set off again, winding it’s way back to the square, where the villagers formed a ring around the iron man, who was placed in the village green.
Once again, the wizard began a speech. Some in Welsh and some in English. She started to tune it out again until, as though she had missed something, the wizard stopped talking and all eyes, every eye in the village in fact, was looking at her. Quickly she tried to remember what she had heard. It was something about the rights of spring, she remembered hearing Bleudwedd mentioned several times and something about ensuring a good harvest and pleasant weather. She also remembered something about fertility or some such, but she wasn’t really paying attention. She couldn’t explain why everybody was looking at her, or why Andy had suddenly stepped away from her and was looking at her with that same expression. It was as though she was the butt of some strange joke that she hadn’t got.
While she was puzzling this out, she was suddenly grabbed by the arms. Looking around she saw that she was held firmly by two large men. She turned to Andy.
“What is going on? What is this Andy?” she croaked, her throat had suddenly gone dry.
“You are Bleudwedd, the goddess of fertility and spring, my wife. You will bring wealth and food to the valley,” he said simply.
This calm answer, said in a matter of fact way, sent a chill down her spine and she tried to pull away from her captors, but it was no use. She started to scream and plead to be released then, to her surprise, Martha stepped up to her and pulled out a knife. This succeeded in silencing her.
Martha calmly undid the rope belt and let if fall to the floor. Starting at the neck she used the knife to slice down the front of the dress, cutting it open. The two men then eased it off of her shoulders leaving her standing in her underwear. Martha cut the front of her bra open and sliced her plain white cotton knickers from her body. The underwear joining the dress on the floor behind her.
“Martha, what are you doing? Please stop. Please,” Cathy begged as tears began to run down her cheeks and she became stuffed up with snot.
But Martha paid no heed, bending down to undo her sandals, which she pulled off of her feet before standing back, a stern expression on her face. Then the wizard was speaking in Welsh again and she found herself being dragged to the ground so that she lay on her back.
The men released their grip once she was laying on her back, only to have it replace as four teenage girls each took hold of one of her limbs, pinning it to the ground by wrist, shoulder and ankles. She looked to Andy for support and screamed a long hard wail of despair, as she realized the true extent of her betrayal. He was naked from the waist down and sporting a massive erection.
Walking towards her he knelt between her wide open legs, as one of the girls played with her pussy, rubbing it and massaging it until her body betrayed her and, despite her fear and humiliation, she found herself getting wet.
After a few minutes of this, or so she felt, Andy at last, accompanied by a great cheer from the crowd, moved forward and mounted her. She screamed as he roughly fondled her breasts and forced his member deeply into her, taking her virginity through rape and degradation. Turning her dream of love and intimacy into ashes.
Andy continued to thrust and rut, causing Cathy to squirm in her captors grip as the pain from her newly ruined hymen became uncomfortable. But this was a minor consideration compared to the feelings of embarrassment, betrayal and despair that raged within her as she sobbed uncontrollably.
At last it was over and Andy climbed off of her. The girls continued to hold her down, but now they stroked her hair and body while making soothing noises, but Cathy could only feel disgust as Andy’s seed, mixed with her blood and fluids oozed out of the sore pussy, to soak into the soil.
Then, she felt her eyes being wiped and, as she looked up, her eyes at last clear, she saw Martha leaning over her as she dabbed away the tears and snot with a hanky.
“Welcome to the family. You’re doing very well. It’s nearly finished Cathy,” Martha soothed.
Then she was handed something by one of the girls. It was a corncob. But this was different she noticed as Martha reached over to a pot of something that she smeared on her hand before rubbing it up and down the shaft of corn. There seemed to be a metal plate at the bottom of the vegetable, from which a metal rod protruded about three inches below the cob. It must be imbedded into the body somehow. Fascinated, Cathy stared as the woman smeared some sort of grease over it. She also noted that the metal rod was threaded, like a bolt. The base of the cob had also been whittled away so that, rather than the usual flat base that she was used to from the supermarket, this one tapered in, so that the metal disc that formed the base stood out, like the hilt of a sword.
As if suddenly being struck by lightning, Cathy knew what Martha planned to do with the cob and she screamed in denial as she struggled to prevent this new assault. But Martha would not be denied. Nor would the four girls who pinned her down.
Cathy had guessed what was coming, but she was taken completely by surprise when, rather than forcing the cob into her pussy, it was aligned against her anus. She tried bucking and twisting, but Martha pushed her hip down firmly with one hand as she guided the intruder into her ass. At first her ass tried to prevent the intruder stealing her virginity a second time, but continued pressure from Martha eventually forced the issue and the six inch cob began to slide bumpily into her rear, before the tapered end allowed her stretched rosebud to contract and the intruder was firmly held in place, with the metal plate pressing coldly against her cheeks.
Cathy stared mutely at the woman who had abused her, thousands of questions running through her mind, but none able to form into coherent words. All that she could do was sob and moan. Even the sight of a new cob, larger than the last and without the tapered base, could force the questions that she wanted to ask. She could only sob, pleading with her eyes for the woman who she would have called mother to stop. But she knew it was useless and only flinched as the new intruder was pushed into her pussy.
Martha stepped back and Cathy felt herself being lifted up. She was then dragged, stumbling towards the Iron Man, which was now lying on the ground, split into two halves, front and back, with the iron pole still attached between the legs of the back half.
One of the men, who had grabbed her earlier was kneeling over the front half and fiddling with one of the arms. Cathy strained to see what he was doing and, as he stepped back, she saw that he had tied her bracelet around the wrist of the thing. During all of this, she had not realised that it had been removed. Her mind suddenly clear, she looked at all of the other rags and trinkets that dangled from the ironwork with new understanding. Each of these had belonged to a girl. They had come to this village, the same as she had and had been raped and imprisoned within this thing. Cathy couldn’t believe it, her mind numb with horror. But then her eye settled on one trinket, tied around the throat of the Iron Man. A cheap bead necklace hung from one of the iron bands, its centrepiece being a yellow stone flower. This was the final straw and Cathy struggled and screamed in denial.
The villagers paid her no head as she was forced to lie down, with her arms and legs held wide apart, in her metal prison. Ribbons were wrapped around her ankles and wrists and pulled taught by the girls, so that her limbs were secured to the limbs of the Iron Man. Andy knelt between her legs and, guiding the metal shaft protruding from her ass into a slot in the crotch of the Iron man, he took a nut and tightened it in place with a spanner so that it shifted within her, impaling her in her prison.
Cathy’s screams were cut short as Martha approached her with another, shorter cob of corn and, forcing her jaw open with one hand, shoved the four inch vegetable into her mouth, stilling her cries to muffled sobs.
Cathy still struggled against her bonds, but it was useless and, as the second half of her prison was lowered on top of her, she at last gave up her struggles, laying quietly sobbing through her gag as the two halves, along with the cobs were bolted into place. Her 34 DD breasts were guided through two circular holes in the metalwork, so that the rest of the metal bands hugged her rib cage.
Once she was secured, many hands grabbed her caged body and lifted her onto the platform. She noticed that as she was lifted up, a pole was still in place on the box. However, as she was lifted up and the pole attached to the iron man was aligned, she saw that the cage pole would drop down onto the top of the box pole, hers being hollow. She landed with a resounding thud that juddered through her entire body, especially the intruders.
There she waited until she could hear the wizards voice speaking in Welsh again. After several minutes of this, she felt her platform being lifted as her prison swayed from side to side. Then she felt herself move as the pole bearers moved off, their prisoner secured for all to see, around the village.
Her journey around the village, lewdly displayed in her medieval torture device, for all to see, for three laps before snaking out of the village onto a dirt track. She tried to see her captors and occasionally saw signs of the crowd out of the corner of her eye. She also, as her position shifted, saw the teenage girls that had held her earlier. They, along with more girls from the village, were now naked and skipping around her, dancing to the front and then behind her as she was carried on her journey, accompanied by the musicians that she had heard earlier.
At last they arrived at the head of the valley, in the field that she had cycled to earlier in her visit. Her platform was at last put down by the pole bearers and, she was not surprised to feel the bolts that had secured her to the iron pole removed and that she was lifted clear of the inner shaft. Cathy was then carried over to the iron pole at the top of the field and again, with a bone jarring thud, she was again mounted on a pole, which was again bolted into place to stop her from swaying, facing the valley below her.
The naked girls approached her, holding long daisy chains, which they tied at one end around the head of the Iron Man. Her floral crown was again placed on her head. The girls stepped back from her in a rough circle, allowing the daisy chain to fall through their fingers until it was pulled taught, several feet away from her.
The girls waited as the Wizard again began to talk, or perhaps chant, in Welsh. Cathy tuned him out as he droned on. She tested the bonds of her prison and she was not surprised to find that she was held tightly. The steel bands hugged her body like some strange harness that had been made specifically for her. Another moment of clarity struck her. The reason why the limbs were exactly the right length and diameter, why it held her boobs, chest and waist so securely, why the metal cage hugged her head so tightly was because it had been made for her. This was the reason for Martha’s exacting measurements. She was not just getting the right measurements for her dress, she was getting the right measurements for her metal prison. Cathy would have sobbed at the deceit her dreams had been based on, but by now, she noticed that the Wizard had stopped talking. She was all cried out anyway.
As if to applaud her defeat the music started again. Now the naked girls began to dance around her, pulling the daisy ropes with them as they hopped and skipped in intricate patterns around the caged girl. The daisy chains were pulled this way and that in time with the music and the dancers gyrations until, after perhaps five or six minutes, the pattern was complete and all of the girls were kneeling at Cathy’s feet, her body and cage now woven with flowers. Not enough to hide her nakedness and deliberately avoiding her boobs, pussy and ass. But enough to give her the semblance of clothes.
After this, the music stopped and the Wizard was talking again. Then, accompanied by a great cheer, the villagers all threw off their clothes and, grabbing partners seemingly at random, they began to copulate at the feet of the Iron idol that was the villages totem of fertility.
This went on for several hours. The elders, along with Andy, did not join in with this. Instead, as the evening drew to a close, they formed a naked ring around Cathy. They began jerking themselves off and, one by one, they spurted their seed onto Cathy’s abused body, sending cum onto her back, her boobs, her stomach and finally, as if he had been saving his best until last, Andy shot his seed into her face, using his hand to flick the vile liquid in a splat that caught her in the eye.
This seemed to be the final degradation and the orgy dispersed. Cathy was left alone with her thoughts, the sun having set, she could only watch the bright torches as they snaked their way down the valley towards the village. A part of her toyed with the idea that this was just some perverse marriage ceremony. But she did not really believe it. She was to be some pagan sacrifice. She would spend her last days trapped in this iron prison, cold and naked and alone with the reality of her betrayal. Cathy would have sobbed if she had anything left to live for, but Andy and his village had robbed that from her and so, she settled down to the darkness.
The Joys of Spring · Part 2 (2/2)
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