After I had fucked Madison and the last man in the line had fucked Romy, the mayor and the sheriff escorted us to seats in the shade under a large oak tree on the village green. The mayor, still stark naked, sat beside Romy and fondled her breasts and pussy as he spoke to us explaining the local sex customs. The deputies thoughtfully placed naked Madison beside me on a hard-backed chair so I could fondle her sexually too.
"Our celebration of Romy today," the mayor began to no one in particular, "is most fortunate. We have not had a new vagina in town on a Fuck Festival Day for a long time." Then he turned to me. "Thank you for bringing her here, and I hope you decide to stay. I found her cunt most delicious to fuck, and I want to do her again before the Festival is over."
He leered at Romy as he continued to flick her nipples and run his fingers up and down her pussy slit. "This next part of the Festival," he told me almost casually, "is The Judgment. It's a public court session. Judge Blackthorne will try women who have been accused of crimes, usually a failure to surrender their vaginas to men. He will then punish them. Those stocks in the square are one form of punishment. The ropes hanging from the oak branch are another. Here he comes now."
A tall lanky man in his fifties approached and sat in a large, upholstered chair behind a large pine table on the public green next to where we sat. Except for his top hat, he was completely naked and dangled a long, thick penis between his legs. I was beginning to think the ancestral Johnson had passed his penis gene down through several generations to many men in the valley.
"Court is now in session," he announced loudly, banging his open hand on the table. The two deputies brought forward the first accused, a middle-aged woman with wide hips and round tummy, a ripe figure. She was of course naked. She was really quite attractive with regular features, freckled cheeks, and blue eyes now downcast, and long brown wavy ringlets that hung sensuously to her breasts. Her tits were big and round, and her cunt bush was thick and brown, but trimmed along the sides and kept short.
The deputies placed her on her back on the table in front of the judge and lashed her arms and legs to the table legs with thick ropes. Judge Blackthorne leaned forward and sniffed her pussy. Then he stuck a finger into her cunt. Finally he gave each breast a hard slap.
"You are accused, Lavinia James, of refusing to fellate Henry Morse during a neighborhood sex session. How do you plead?"
"Guilty," she moaned. I learned later that accused women in Johnson knew that it was useless to plead 'not guilty'. That only earned them harsher punishments.
"Twenty lashes and public fucking, both ends," said the judge. Instead of banging a gavel to end the sentencing, he rose and stuck his long cock into Lavinia's cunt and fucked her hard until he came in her pussy with a grunt.
It was all done matter-of-factly, but Romy's eyes remained fixed on the public spectacle of a judge naked fucking the accused woman in public as punishment for not submitting immediately to more public sex. These people's devotion to group sex was almost innocent and certainly the main part of public morality in the village.
The deputies then took her and placed her in a set of stocks in the center of the village green. An official in a hooded monk's robe appeared with a whip in his hand. He slashed the whip across her bare bum and thighs and up between her legs for good measure. She screamed and cried to the delight of the crowd.
Yes, the crowd loved it. They enjoyed seeing the tableau and being aroused. I saw many erect cocks. My own got really hot and stiff as I watched the official abusing Lavinia. I fondled Madison's pussy harder and made her stroke my cock to erection.
Romy, on the other hand, was horrified at this public abuse of a woman and cringed with each lash of the cruel whip on her naked body. She was even more horrified when she saw how turned on I was at this display.
The mayor nodded his approval when he saw my erect penis. "You can join in the public fucking if you wish," he assured me. "I have been watching your woman. She can see how we treat women in the Land of the Giant Penis. Like most new vaginas in Johnson, she is a little upset at the violence because she isn't used to it, but notice that she is also a little excited, wondering what it would be like to be whipped like that." Indeed, as his fingers held Romy's cunt lips open, I could see how wet she was.
He paused to watch my reaction. "You will see," he went on, "when you fuck Lavinia that she is aroused and wet. Her vagina needs your big penis to satisfy her. Our women don't like to admit that, but it's true. Women love a giant penis in their cunts. Tonight after supper in the community center we will treat Romy like a true festival queen with several forms of bound sex so she can feel the intense arousal and orgasm that comes from pain."
Romy started at this. Being gang fucked by the village men in public had been intense for her. She was terrified and humiliated beyond words, but she also had experienced more and better orgasms than ever before. Now she was hearing that they were going to torture her tonight, no doubt as a prelude to more fucking. Before she could plead with me, I slipped away to the stocks and joined the line of men behind Lavinia.
I could see another line of men on the other side of the stocks where her wrists and head were imprisoned and stuck out. The first man in the line was thrusting his cock into her mouth and spraying semen down her throat. This treatment, I could see, was fit punishment for her crime of denying a man her mouth when he wanted to use it.
When it came my turn at her cunt, I found myself intensely aroused at the welts I saw on her bum left by the hooded official's whip. Her cunt dripped with semen as I slipped my penis into her vagina and felt the warmth of her whipped buttocks against my thighs. I leaned forward and grabbed her breasts as I jammed my aroused cock harder and faster into her cunt. I pinched her nipples until she cried out, muffled as it was by the penis thrusting in her mouth on the other side of the stock gate.
I looked over briefly toward where Madison and Romy were sitting watching me blankly as I fucked Lavinia with wolfish pleasure. Madison's stare was empty; no doubt she had seen such debauchery before and was resigned to it. It would be her role throughout her life, to be accused and abused and used by many men. Romy looked shocked and desperate.
When Lavinia had taken all the men in her mouth or cunt, the deputies released her from the stocks. Her husband took her roughly by the arm and marched her away toward their home, scolding her the whole way for humiliating him like that.
In the town square, the judge called for the next case. The deputies brought forward another manacled woman, this time a young, robust blonde woman in her late twenties with a compact figure and wavy thick honey hair that fell to her naked breasts. Her husband accompanied her, a tall dark man with a rough beard, who accused her of refusing a gangbang with some of his friends.
"You are accused, Alison Best, of refusing to spread your legs for Jerry Jackson's friends when he had invited them as is our custom to a Friday night session of wife enjoyment. How do you plead?"
"I have to say 'guilty', don't I?" she snarled. "If I say 'not guilty', you'll just make the sentence worse, maybe enough to mess me up all week. But I want to say here in front of these people that my husband invited his friend Jake Weston to the gangbang, and he brought his bullwhip. You know how bad that bullwhip hurts. It damages me permanently. I still have scars on my tits from the last time. See?"
She was about to go on with the list, but the judge held up his hand. "Stop," he ordered. "I've heard enough. Jerry, you know how I feel about bullwhips. Ride herd on that Jake Weston, or the sheriff will have to deal with him. Twenty lashes on Alison Best's tits and ass, twenty flogs on her cunt, and an air tight fucking followed by freestyle fucking on the lawn." He banged his hand on the table to indicate sentence had been passed.
Two deputies muscled Alison, still protesting, across the lawn to the oak tree where they attached her manacled wrists to a stout rope dangling from a branch and hauled her up until her toes barely touched the ground. They attached ropes to her ankles and pegged the ends into the ground so her body couldn't twist away from the punishing lashes.
The judge himself stepped up and began to lash her buttocks with the approved cat-o-nine-tails flogger. Alison's bum soon showed red streaks that turned purple as the lashing continued. She continued to hurl imprecations down on her husband, the judge, and the crowd at large in between screams as the lashes raised angry welts in her flesh.
