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Ring of Truth

by obohobo

Warnings

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MF MM FF NC. Spanking WS

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Copyright obohobo 2005

Prologue

After finding the Ring of Truth and learning a little of its properties, I, Dr. Derek Meeks, decided to keep a sort of diary, a 'blog' of events surrounding its use in my life. At the same time I added excerpts from the leather book that came with the ring so they would be readily readable. For the time being I am keeping the information in a protected file on my computer and, for reasons that will become obvious to anyone privileged to view them, I do not intend to print them out until I, like the previous owner, decide to put the ring in some safe place. That may not be for many years hence.

Dr. Derek Meeks.

P.S. (Later). I have now decided to anonymously publish an edited version of the blog together with the excerpts from the book on a site I visit frequently and get much pleasure from reading the stories it contains. Names of people (including my own), and places have been changed but otherwise this is an honest account of my experiences with the ring. I have tried to write each blog as a readable narrative and have concentrated on the sexual aspects mainly because I know that it what readers visit this site for and because they brought me the greatest pleasure. I hope it will do the same for you.

Blog 17. Marion and Lucy

1st December 2004

I heard at the weekend that Rodney had been arrested and charged with grievous bodily harm. According to the local paper, Stephen's welts became infected and he was rushed into hospital because the poison in his blood was spreading down his legs and into his body. The police were called and even though Stephen didn't wish to press charges, the police did. They granted him bail and he has to appear before Dunchester magistrates early in the New Year.

Now to the last story in Joshua Matlock's book. There was plenty of space for more writing and it looked as though he intended to continue but for reasons unknown to me, he must have put the journal away with the ring.

It was at The Angel where my next tale begins. Twas on a bitterly cold January evening that I took myself there to get a bottle of rum to make Beatie some of the toddy that the sailors swore by to soothe a terrible cough she'd been plagued with for a week. I'd used the last of the rum to make her a drink before I ventured out. It must have been a Wednesday or Thursday evening as the public bar was empty and the fire showed only a few embers. The nights before pay-day are usually rather dull in the pub but it was rare for no one to be in but I guessed the weather and colds also had their effect on pub trade. "Your usual Joshua?" Rose asked when I entered, "I'll bring it through into the snug, the fire's blazing in there and Marion and her daughter are in." The 'snug' is the local name for the saloon bar, the room that ladies are permitted to use and where the décor is better and the beer prices are a little higher. I went through and greeted Marion and Lucy and then sat at a table on my own. I knew them both to be ladies of pleasure and while Lucy was pleasant enough of appearance, Beatie served me well these days now that the passions of my youth have long since disappeared.

<<"Why don't you chance your luck with 'im Lucy?" Marion nodded in my direction, "He's got money and I hear 'is wife's been ill for a while so he might be looking for a bit on the side.">> I had to smile to myself when I heard the remark. Thinking back I realised that I had never paid to have a whore although when I owned the inn at the docks, I frequently had the whores I employed. <<"He knows what we do and there ain't likely to be anyone else on the street in this weather.">>

<<"I dunno Ma, I 'eard as 'e 'ad strange powers that made folk do things they didna wanna do. Weird things.">>

<<"That's just bullshit. He's just a man with a prick like all of them and if you work 'im up enough, 'e'll wanna put it inside yer.">> I listened to their descriptions of me for a while and then looked in their direction. Marion nudged her daughter, <<"You've got 'im interested now. Go to 'im.">>

Lucy slowly got up and came to me, "Mr. Matlock, I was wondering if you'd be in need of some warm comfort on this cold night seeing that your wife is under the weather and has been for a few days."

"No Lucy, I'm in no need of your comfort tonight, however warm and Beatie can still see to all my desires."

I could tell that was the kind of reply Lucy expected but as she walked back to her seat, Rose called out from behind the bar, "You leave my customers alone Lucy Machin. If you take him, the place will be empty."

"You want 'im?" Marion countered, "We all know you take some of our customers for yourself."

"Well this job doesn't pay much and I don't charge the price you do and I give better service."

"Who said you do? Ted Jones?"

It seemed the evening was going to deteriorate into a slagging match between the ladies so I stepped in. I sort to end the quarrel before it started. "Rose, please refill our tankards and glasses and bring yourself a drink out here. Put it on my tab and then let us sit around the fire for an hour and we'll talk about some of the men and women we've fucked. I think that is a subject we are all interested in, one way or another." At that moment Jack Filby came in and, knowing he would likely contribute a rude story, I invited him to join our little party. Soon we were all settled and with a tankard of ale already inside me, I started the evening off by relating a shortened version of the story of Millie and the theft of Captain Jenkins' gold watch. Of course I omitted the bit about my supposed hypnotic power and just said that I had forced the truth out of Millie. "Your turn now Marion or would you prefer to go first Lucy?" I asked when I'd finished. It was an indirect question so they had a choice.

"Shall we tell them about Dunchester Farm?" Lucy asked her mother, "We could tell it together. That was the most unusual time we were fucked, or at least I was fucked and you had to watch for most of the time." The rest of us agreed. To ensure they told it truthfully I answered them in the form of a question. "Lucy and Marion, we will be delighted if you will tell us your story. Please will you tell us and include all the naughtiest bits in full detail? I'm sure Jack and I will enjoy it more if our pricks respond to your words."

"And we might enjoy it more if you both opened your breeches and we could see the effect Lucy and Marion are having on you," jested Rose. I knew it was just a tease and it wasn't really expected that we would do it but I did so and produced my half-hard prick and showed it to the ladies and seeing that I did so, Jack followed suit. "We will want to see how aroused you get as well Rose," he grinned back, "Lift your skirt a bit so we can see your cunnie."

Marion started the story. "It must be neigh on four years ago, just before Christmas, when Mr. Cant from Dunchester Farm came to me in this very bar. "I've some friends coming for a pre-Christmas party and we would like to employ the services of your daughter for one evening." Lucy was still only about fifteen then but she was fairly experienced and had begun to earn as much or more than I did. When I learned there was to be six of them I said he would have to take the two of us. He agreed and we set a price that was rather higher than we normally charged because of the remoteness of the place and the fact that we would have to spend the night there. It all went well at first. We were taken there in a closed carriage and dined with them…" We were waited on by the servants like as we were royalty," Lucy interrupted. "Afterwards Mr. Cant told the butler and the servants that were around, to keep to their quarters unless he rang the bell for them," Marion continued, "Make sure all the servants know to keep away from my bedroom area," he told the butler.

We all went up to the master bedroom which is nearly as big as my whole house, and the men shed their top clothes as there was a good fire burning. "Dance and strip for us," Mr. Cant ordered me. I did and afterwards was told to sit in a big wooden chair. Hardly had I sat down when ropes were put around me and I was tied with my arms around my back and my legs spread so they could see my cunnie all open like. Then they took more rope and bound my tits so they bulged out and went sorta purplish. I started screaming but they quickly wrapped some cloth around my mouth. Lucy was struggling to help me but two of the men held her. One of the men was not very nice and I think he wanted to hurt us but Mr. Cant restrained him when he took a big cane from the corner and gave my tits a whack. It wasn't hard but it left a red mark that showed on purple."

Lucy took up the story, "He turned to me and said in a nasty way, "If you don't want your mother's tits to look like raw beef, you'd better do what we want and do it as though you enjoy it. We didn't really want the old bag in the first place. First you dance and strip and do it with a little more grace than she did." I did but I was crying but Mr. Cant whispered that ma wouldn't be hurt if I did what I normally did and was being paid for. He wiped my eyes and I was laid on the bed. Mr. Cant then said, "We were discussing how it was possible for three people to fuck one girl all at the same time so first we want to try that out. They put some cream stuff on my bumhole and one started to force his prick in. I'd only had it in there once before so it tight and it hurt but eventually he got all the way in. We lay side by side joined like that while someone lifted my top leg and Mr. Cant put his prick in my cunt. I felt very full and it seemed as if both pricks were touching each other inside my body. Cruel Man, that's what we called him when we talked about it afterwards, knelt by my head and put his prick in my mouth. "Let's see how she fucks now," Mr. Cant said and they all tried to move inside me. At first it was all sixes and sevens and I lost the prick from my mouth but eventually they got something worked out and some sort of rhythm going. First the one in my arse came and then Cruel Man and finally Mr. Cant. They seemed pleased enough that it worked although it wasn't the most enjoyable of fucks for them or for me. The other three just wanted to do me one at a time although one wanted my bum again which was a bit easier the second time with all the spunk there was in the hole."

"Yeah and after they finished in her they came and took my gag out and threatened my tits with the cane if I objected and they made me suck each one clean after that done in Lucy," Marion pointed out. One of them also wanted to feel and play with the nipples on my swollen tits which hurt but I knew the cane would be worse."

"As they each could get themselves hard again, they put their pricks in whatever hole they fancied and just fucked away and in between times they sucked and played with my tits." Lucy explained. "Then when I again had a prick up my bum and one in my cunt, Cruel Man suddenly opened the bedroom door and caught one of the houseboys peeping through the keyhole. "So boy, you thought you'd like to see what we get up did you?" Cruel Man dragged the boy into the room. "Well instead of peeping you can take part and add to our amusement too, if your master will allow it of course." Mr. Cant was angry too at what the boy, whose name was Roy, had done and done deliberately in defiance of his orders. I think he guessed Cruel Man would come up with a suitable punishment for the boy so he told him to carry on.

"Get all those clothes of boy," Cruel Man ordered, "You can't be the only one dressed." The boy looked very afraid and shook and blushed as he undressed with all of us watching. He was only about sixteen and his prick was already hard from his watching us. "Release the old woman," was the next order and ma was untied from the chair but her tits were still bound up.

Marion took up the story. "They gave me a few minutes to rub my wrists and ankles where they'd been bound and then I had to lie on the bed in Lucy's place. "Get on top of her boy," Cruel Man ordered and when he was in a position he could fuck me, they tied his wrists and ankles to the head and foot of the bed with the ropes that had bound me to the chair. "Put his prick in her cunt, Lucy," Cruel Man instructed and when he was inside me, Cruel Man lashed that cane really hard across the poor boy's arse. "Now fuck her," the man shouted above the screams from the boy. He lashed him again and again until the boy collapsed on top of me and Mr. Cant took the cane. "That's more than enough, Jacob," he said and threw the cane into a corner. I held Roy, who was crying and sobbing hysterically, and saw Mr. Cant go and ring for a servant. A girl came to the door and didn't seem unduly shocked by Mr. Cant being naked and I'm sure she could see others naked too and hear the boy's screaming. "Get Mary and come back as quick as you can," the girl was ordered.

A few moments later Mary knocked and came into the room. When she heard Roy yelling and crying out and saw his arse she cried out, "Oh God Roy, what have they done to you?" She was in tears as she came across the room and looked with horror on Roy's arse. "Why sir? Why?" she asked Mr. Cant but he only said in quite a kindly way, "Take him to your bed Mary and look after him. He can sleep with you for the time being. I know you plan to marry soon." I saw two men undoing the ropes that held Roy and they helped him stand but the pain seemed to cause his legs to buckle. Mary and the other maids helped him from the room.

Although Lucy and I were fucked several more times before we left in the morning, the fun seemed to have gone out of it for the men and before we left I did hear Mr. Cant say to one of the others that Cruel Man wouldn't be invited again."

"What happened to Roy?" I asked forgetting that it was a direct question but it was fairly straightforward to answer. Lucy took up the story.

"I met Mary in the village about two months later and she had a little time to spare waiting for an order to be made up so I sat on the seat outside the shop and asked her if Roy had recovered. "He still has the marks and walks a bit stiff but he's otherwise okay. We're getting married in two weeks because I'm in a family way, probably as a result of the beating he had." I was puzzled over the connection and questioned her about it. "Well you heard Mr. Cant tell me to take him to my bed, well I did. We all thought it a bit strange because I slept in a room with two other girls but we think now it was so Roy wouldn't go complaining to the constables about his treatment. Not that it would have done any good. Anyways, I laid him on my bed and did what I could to ease his pain but that was little enough. The other girls helped where they could. Later I lay beside him and tried to keep the blankets off his arse with my body. Nothing was said about Roy going back to sleep in his own bed so he continued to sleep in mine although it was a bit cramped. At first the other girls were a bit shy of undressing and washing in front of him but after a week or so, they ignored him and they watched him dress and made comments on the state of his prick after he fucked me. Of course the inevitable happened when he became well enough to move himself a little better. We'd done it before but always he was careful but in bed together, well we just let it happen knowing we planned to wed. The first few times we heard the other two girls giggle at the sounds we made but they soon came to ignore it and now we do it openly in front of them. Mr. Cant never said anything about the caning but he did let Roy off work for several days and then only had him do light work." By then her order was ready and she took it and left."

Fred and I had been gently stroking our pricks while the two ladies were telling their story and I noticed that Rose had her hand at her crotch. "Perhaps you ought to pay us for entertaining you," Marion commented.

[That's enough for this blog. I will type in the remainder for you for a future blog. Derek]