Pixie Isobella

The men never asked Summer what she wanted. She was their toy, held immobile for them to play and experiment with and insert objects into… She was always a little afraid when she saw the items the young men found. How could that even fit? Wouldn’t it hurt?

I have too many projects!

But I finally made it back to this one ❤️. For lovers of one of my first stories, Sunshine and the Dragon King, Summer’s Engagement starts from the very beginning.

Summer’s Engagement: 2

[Summer’s Engagement contains non-consent fantasy erotica, female submission to male characters and object insertion. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 of Summer’s Engagement is here]

Summer was always a little afraid when she saw the items the young men found. How could that even fit? Wouldn’t it hurt?

But she liked being their plaything, and her cunt hungered after the sensation of being rubbed, stretched apart and filled. Sometimes the items did hurt, though never enough to damage her, and Summer discovered that she enjoyed the pain as well. She was usually passive, lying back, tied by her hair and her hands to a tree, blindfolded again after the young men had showed her shocked eyes what they were inserting into her this week.

If the item went in easily, the man would fuck her with it, enjoying her moans and whimpers as he rubbed it against her insides, making her take it as deeply and as forcefully as he chose.

If it was too small and regularly shaped, if it went in too easily, they would try to find another item to push in alongside the first, laughing in sadistic amusement at Summer’s sudden gasps to find herself stretched unnaturally open. The more intense her reaction, the longer they would leave the items inside her, before finally giving her relief.

Of course, the young men loved it best when an item didn’t easily fit inside Summer. Their cocks grew harder whenever the man between her legs needed to use his steady strength to force her tight entrance open to accept the item. Or when the item was an awkward shape and needed to be worked backwards and forwards before it would slide into her.

Above all else, the men loved hearing the little grunting, gasping, tortured sounds Summer made as the item poked at her entrance and then inevitably slid unstoppably into her, forcing her to experience a whole new range of sensations.

Each week, they would always leave the largest item inside her while she lay on the ground panting and crooning, often unable to move with the large, hard object impaled inside her.

If they were in particularly sadistic moods, they would push other smaller items into her around a large item, stretching the restrained Summer further and further open, using their strength to make sure she was filled as deeply as possible. She would lie blindfolded and restrained, experiencing the sensations but not knowing what was actually inside her, and unable to tell when the men would stop.

Each week, she would wonder if they were going to split her open, each week the intense pleasure sensation of being stretched would mingle with a rich array of shock and pain. But then inevitably during the following week, she would daydream about the sensations, wondering what they would put inside her this coming week.

Her hole was the young men’s toy and once stretched open and filled as deeply as they could fill her, the item or items protruding obscenely between her legs, the young men would kneel around her and finger their cocks until they each came in hot splashes all over her cunt.

They also loved items that could be pushed fully inside her so that her body closed remarkably around them. At the end of their play, after all the men had cum and the shadows were lengthening to show the day was ending, the men would push one or more of these smaller toys deeply into Summer’s cunt.

They would tell her to keep it inside herself until the following morning, when the man who owned the item would visit her so she could return it to him secretly.

She would walk back to the castle, smiling a secret smile, feeling wet and sore between her legs, their cum still all over her pussy and stomach, whichever strange-shaped stone or item of sculpture the men had chosen this week riding inside her, reminding her with every step what she had let them do to her.

She would lie in bed at night with it inside her, often using her hands to make herself cum, spending all night wet and achy and needy because of the item inside her.

It hadn’t taken long for the men to get bolder still. They had taken to rubbing their eager cocks against her breasts, fucking themselves against her nipples, and one day the blindfolded, restrained Summer felt herself physically manhandled onto all fours.

The man who had been restraining her guided his hard cock into her moaning mouth. This was different and she wasn’t sure she liked it. But she knew the rules of their game as well as the men – she didn’t get any say over what the men did to her. If they wanted to put their members in her mouth, she knew she had no right to stop them.

While she gasped against the intrusion, learning to shape her mouth to take him inside her, learning the musky scent of his pre-cum, the other young men stood around, fingering their own cocks and deciding they would each take her mouth in their turns. In the following weeks, Summer grew adept at sucking each of them off, swallowing their cum and obediently opening her mouth for the next man in his turn.

It was a warm day in spring when the young men informed Summer they were going to put their cocks inside her cunt today. She was already stripped, her clothes bound tightly around her waist, her breasts bare and her legs spread apart showing her naked pussy. She was already bound to the tree behind her and after they showed her their large, hard cocks, they blindfolded her again tightly.

Summer moaned in sheer shock as she felt the first man kneeling between her legs. She had felt how large and hard their erections were when they were aroused, and she felt scared suddenly that he was going to stick that inside her.

Ashley was a farming kingdom, and of course Summer had seen the farm animals joined many times – the snorting, grunting, erect bulls and stallions led to the female animals on heat, their members pushing greedily into the cows and mares to mate them. Summer whimpered to herself as she felt the first of the young men settling himself on top of her – she was the female animal now, she knew she was, and soon his stiff, greedy member would be inside her.

In mere moments, she felt him pushing his cock against her slippery entrance and, after a moment of inexpert fumbling, sliding himself straight inside her. Summer gasped and moaned, wondering if she was enjoying this, but it was too late now – and after all, her enjoyment had never been a key part of their games.

The man started to pump, pushing deeper and deeper inside her, excitedly, grunting with each thrust into her warm wetness. His cock was better shaped for her insides than anything she had experienced so far and her cunt loved the sensation even as she moaned at how intimate it felt.

It felt more intensely personal, more invasive, than anything else they had done to her before though. Summer moaned and shuddered at the intensity of knowing his whole cock was inside her, his body writhing on top of her, his hips grinding against her inner thighs, his juices spurting into her as he found his pleasure.

The men each took her in turn that day, experimenting with different positions, using her like a toy then cumming inside her. She grew very tired and sore but she decided she didn’t want them to stop, overwhelmed but also in love with the sensation of being used as their fucktoy.

Summer had wandered home in a daze, feeling stickier and more sore than she had ever felt before, but knowing next weekend she would do it all again. The men had enjoyed themselves too, an almost animalistic hunger rising in them as they had watched each man fuck her cunt in his turn. She was their princess, the king and queen’s daughter. She outranked them, but here in the woods, she was just a female animal and they were her masters. They could do what they wanted to her.

After this, the game had taken on a structured form again. The young man who won the dice match would earn the right to hold Summer by her hair as she crouched on all fours, her mouth around his cock, while the other men took turns to fuck her from behind. Afterwards, Summer was meant to guess the order in which they had used her, but she never answered correctly because she had always been blindfolded for all their games.

The men would inform her that her punishment was to spend the evening uncomfortable, and they would insert one of their favourite toys into her, with orders that it was only to be removed in the morning.

She would walk home from their long trysts, her cunt dripping with their juices, her mouth still redolent of the musky scent of the cum that she had swallowed, forbidden by the young men from cleaning herself off until her bath the following morning, her body contracting needily around whatever hard item they had forced inside her entrance.

Some nights, too impatient to wait until the weekly holiday, the men had even climbed into her chamber while she lay sleeping, tying her down to her bedhead by her hair, and she would wake only when she felt the first young man already astride her, her night-dress bunched up around her waist, his eager cock pressing deep into her tight sleepy cunt without asking or even waiting for her to wake up.

Summer had loved these nightly visits and would let the men use her however they wanted, not complaining even after her body grew sore and tired, sometimes falling asleep again while they were still using her.

She had thought the fun would last forever.

But, slowly, imperceptibly the game had stopped. The young men had grown older and become betrothed and married, often moving away. Eventually Summer’s parents started talking about her marriage and had informed her that they had written to King David of the high mountain kingdom to the east.

Now, only Conrad remained at court, and he was hardly enough to keep Summer amused, especially since he was – she grimaced inside – such a needy, wishy-washy young man. He worshipped her but he was boring. Conrad would never tell her what to do or force her to do something she disliked, she reflected ruefully.

Summer returned from her musings to hear Conrad begging her to meet him tonight after curfew for one last rendezvous.

Bored, wanting him to just leave her alone and stop talking, she agreed to meet him much later after supper in the tiny room at the top of one of the towers. It would be tedious, but anything would be better than staying in her room alone.

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