Once there was a miller who, like most men of his time period, was prone to view his wife and daughter as property, and so the womenfolk of his household, free-spirited though they were, felt themselves to be objects for his amusement. It was also important for this man that his incredibly sexy daughter, Maria, be a virgin, as if the lining that kept her vagina from use was a commodity to sell as he chose. So, despite much temptation and his daughter's dismay, the miller never once touched his beautiful and pious daughter but instead tied her to the bed while his wife and him had kinky sex all night in various positions and with various perverse contraptions.
As the miller grew older and his stamina grew less and less, he found himself unable to keep up with the work of running the mill after sleepless nights of kinky sex. His womenfolk had little education except as sex slaves. So, little by little, his family fell into poverty.
Fortunately, as a small child, Maria had found a book of sex magic hidden behind the cabinet that held her father's sex toys, and had become quite a fine sorceress, practicing her various magic spells quietly as her parents busied themselves at night.
On the day of her eighteenth birthday Maria sat under the large apple tree, eating a ripe, juicy apple what was to be her nourishment for the day, her long black hair tied in a knot at the back of her head. She nibbled at her breakfast as she tried to find a spell that would save her family from starvation. As she sat, she played with her tight little nipples, rubbing them first clockwise and then counterclockwise, with quick little motions and then with long protracted ones, until she became quite lost in the sensation. She awoke to find the world around her hazy, as though a dense fog had settled around the property while she had been sleeping.
Suddenly, out of the haze, a tall woman with very large breasts and red ringlets of hair that cascaded down to her ankles approached her and bent down, slowly lapping the juice that issued forth from Maria's virgin hole. The pleasure was so intense that Maria could hardly stand it, but at the same time, she couldn't stand for it to stop.
"You summoned me from Hell to make a bargain with you," the red-haired figure said, stopping to look at Maria from between her legs. "If you allow me to continue pleasuring you, the bargain will be sealed and your wish will be granted. Do you want me to continue?"
"Oh, for God's sake, yes!" Maria gasped, parting her legs even further. "I think I'll die if you stop!" The red-haired figure cringed when Maria spoke the name of God, but recovered quickly and returned her tongue to the miller's daughter's pussy. The woman was very skilled at eating pussy and Maria quickly orgasmed, writhing on the grass below the apple-tree, a puddle of juices running temptingly down her inner thighs and leaving a golden stain on the grass. The red-haired woman removed her head from between Maria's sopping wet legs, her mouth completely filled with the younger woman's juices and kissed Maria on the lips, opening her mouth slightly and pushing the contents down Maria's throat, who moaned slightly, savoring the taste. The red-haired woman smiled, the ringlets of her hair dancing in the sunlight.
"As long as you can keep that golden grass safe, your family will be rich and your house will be full of all the minced pies and delicious food you could wish for. But when the grass dies, I'm going to cart you off to Hell to be my sex slave, and you will have to service me and all my minions for all eternity!"
"Oh, I don't want to go to Hell, even if I can eat all the pussy and suck all the cock in the world!" Maria cried. "I have been a pious woman all my life! What would my father think? He's raised me to be such a good little girl!"
"And that's why you'll make such a good sex slave," the woman laughed, tossing her red curls seductively. "I intend to make you want me, one way or another. But for your family's sake, I suggest you tend to that grass a little longer." She pinched Maria's cute little bottom and then disappeared into a cloud of black smoke, leaving behind no trace that she had ever existed.
"This is not good!" Maria exclaimed, straightening her skirt, her sopping wet pussy still sensitive to the touch. "That woman must have been the Devil, and I just sold myself to her, body and soul, for nothing more than money!" And then she began to cry and her tears landed on the golden grass. Maria was afraid the bitterness of her tears would kill the grass and send her to Hell, and so, though the she was still very dismayed, she walked home, rubbing her legs together to try to control her burning pussy.
When she opened the door, her mother ran to her and hugged her, taking in her spoiled dress and sensitive nipples.
"Dearest child, when you left me to sweep outside, the house was barren and there wasn't any food to eat, and suddenly, everywhere I look, freshly baked meat pie! It is a miracle! God has blessed up for your piety!"
"Oh, if only that were so!" the daughter cried. "I have made a pact with the Devil! I sold her my body to satisfy her lust!"
"Dear child, what is the harm of that?" the mother said, holding her close. "Through your sacrifice you have saved your family from starvation. And there must be a way to reverse your contract with the Devil."
"Oh, only if there was!" Maria cried. "She told me that she would cart me away to Hell the moment the golden grass beneath the tree faded. And surely, even the hardiest grass in the world wouldn't survive a winter here."
"Then you must pray," the mother said. "Ask God not to hold you to such a bargain. Surely, such a sacrifice for so pure a cause cannot be punishable in the eyes of the Lord! Take heart, Maria."
"We need to protect that golden grass!" Maria exclaimed.
"The Lord will provide, Maria. Make yourself holy in his eyes, and no deal with the Devil can touch you. You must keep yourself clean. Avoid touching yourself between the legs or with lustful intent. Live a righteous life, Maria! Fear the Lord and he will provide!" her mother said, digging greedily into a meat pie.
"Yes, Mother," Maria replied, puffing up her chest bravely, and though her pussy burned with desire like never before, she set her mind to other things.
At her mother's urging, the family built a little altar behind their cottage, where Maria would spend her day kneeing in prayer, dressed in delicate white dresses. She washed herself three times a day, taking great care to make sure the more sensitive parts of her anatomy were as clean as possible at all times, while touching them as little as possible in the process, and forcefully banishing any lustful thoughts from her mind while she was washing. Her book of magic spells was once again hidden behind the cabinet, so as to keep her from temptation.
Every night, as she slept with her parents, tied up in their only family bed, and heard the sound of their lovemaking, she would moan, her hips thrusting uncontrollably against her bindings. This made Maria very self-conscious, and she did everything she could to stop it. She put pillows behind her back so that her body wouldn't have room to move against her restraints. She tried thinking of other things, of Hell and the fate that would meet her there if she didn't behave the way her mother wanted her to, but that only served to make her even more desperate.
Every morning, she would eat just enough meat pie that her stomach wouldn't growl while she prayed at the altar. She didn't want God to think of her as a glutton. When winter came, Maria put a tarp over the grass to protect it from the cold, but still the Devil smiled at her and told her that she would have her in due time. The Devil pinched the nipples of the daughter's supple breasts while she spoke to her, making Maria squirm with forbidden desire and press her legs together tightly. She knew that the Devil was right, she could not hold back forever.
Then one night, demons snuck into the miller's cottage and made their way to the place where Maria slept to try to have their way with her. Maria was sleeping fitfully, her mind tormented by kinky dreams. The fiends had just hiked up her cotton nightgown and had their hot cocks at the entrance of her sopping wet and devilishly egger pussy, ready to test her long-fought virginity, when Maria woke up with a start and chanted a prayer that banished them.
"That was close!" Maria said, wiping her brow on the pillow, for her hands were restrained. "The Devil must be getting desperate!" From that moment on, she was extra careful. When she woke up the next morning, she asked her sex-worn father to make her a golden chastity belt. The thought aroused him quite a bit, and his limp body sprung into action. He worked all day, melting down the golden coils that filled the chests of the house while his pious daughter knelt in prayer, trying to ignore the raging fire in her loins. This was very hard because her heels, animated by a will more powerful than her own, seemed to always find their way underneath her pussy, which caused her to moan in pleasure.
Maria was so relieved when her father appeared at the altar, carrying her new chastity belt, that she nearly came on the spot. Smiling guiltily, she stepped closer to her father, her pussy overflowing with juices which ran down her legs. Her father gasped, his cock nearly leaping out of his pants, and he was so tempted by the juices that so liberally sprung from the crotch of his only child, that he began to lick them all up. He started at his daughter's ankle, and when she shuddered from the touch, he almost spilled his load. When his tongue traveled up her leg, she barely had the power to struggle, and when she felt the dampness of his tongue touch her clit, she moaned and writhed uncontrollably. And try though she might to suppress the incredible orgasm that overtook her, she felt its warmth course through her body, making her dizzy and weak at the knees. Her father pulled away from her, looking embarrassed, and Maria rushed off to the river in tears to bathe her despoiled pussy.
She came back hours later, her crotch rubbed raw from the cleaning that was never quite enough to make her feel clean. After she prayed at the altar for a while, making sure to ask God forgiveness for the sin of incest and desire, she returned to her father, in bed with his wife, who was lying on her back with her legs spread apart by the miller who was slamming his cock in and out off her at amazing speed, and asked him to please place her in her chastity belt. She had to wait while her parents finished fucking. Her mother moaned loudly while her father grunted. When her father reached climax, her mother squealed in pleasure and thrashed her hips so that cum squirted out of her pussy and landed on her daughter's face and lips. Maria touched the white substance on her face with total terror and disbelief. She rushed straight back to the river to wash the sticky substance from her body. Then she spent the night in prayer.
