Extract from “Jemimah’s Curse”

Beautiful and virginal Jemimah Brown has been disturbed by an encounter with an old gypsy woman, who cursed her for her beauty and the dark desires she has innocently aroused in others, and warned her that she is going to suffer for it. Now Jemimah continues with her planned jog across Fulshan Heath…

As Jemimah pounded along the path that wound across the heath, with its stretches of open rough grass and belts of scrubby woodland, she tried to shake off the sense of trepidation that her encounter with the old woman had left within her.

She told herself firmly that she was twenty-one and educated and she did not believe in gypsy curses. She knew what was true and what wasn't. But she was still puzzled by the old woman's accusation that she was raising wicked and lustful thoughts in other people's minds. She had done no such thing! She had never led any man on in any way whatsoever. She was keeping herself pure for the right man, when he came along, because that was the proper thing to do…

Preoccupied as she was, Jemimah did not notice as she ran through a belt of trees, the rustling in the bushes on either side of her.

The first moment she realised anything was wrong, was when a rope that had been stretched across the path and hidden under dead leaves and grass, suddenly jerked taut. It caught her across the shins and she stumbled and fell flat on her face, winding herself. Before she could get up, three hooded figures erupted from the bushes and piled on top of her.

Jemimah’s scream of fear and pain was stifled by the soft rubber ball that was stuffed into her mouth and held in place by a strip of duct tape. Her arms were twisted up behind her and more tape was bound about her crossed wrists. A strip of cloth was bound across her eyes, blindfolding her. She kicked and gurgled in fear, struggling wildly, but her assailants were too strong for her.

Then a sharp, stinging pain across the backs of her legs stilled her, even as it brought hot tears to her eyes that soaked into her blindfold. Somebody had just struck her with a cane! Nobody had ever hit her before!

'Stop struggling or the next one will be across your bare arse, Jemimah,’ a voice growled in her ear.

The shock briefly numbed her. Her assailants hauled her onto her feet and then dragged her off the path to plunge between bushes and brambles that scraped her bare legs. They had a firm grasp of her arms and the cane kept flicking across her calves, driving her on and not giving her time to think.

She stumbled along like this for perhaps a hundred metres and then they stopped again. The blindfold was pulled off her and she gasped at what she saw.

She was in a small shadowy clearing floored by earth and dead leaves and walled by a tangle of holly and laurel bushes, in-filled by clumps of fern. It was only a few metres across but it was completely hidden from the outside. Taking up most of its ground space was an assembly of roughly cut poles bound with ropes that formed a kind of A-frame, tilted slightly backwards and braced by poles from behind. Its crossbar was set at shoulder height and extended out on either side of its inward sloping main poles. Several lengths of rope hung loosely from it. Beside it was a black holdall.

Jemimah goggled at the device in horror. That had not been built in five minutes. How long had she been marked down for this fate? Who could want to do this to her? She looked at her three assailants properly for the first time.

They were dressed in old shirts and jeans and their heads were completely covered by cloth hoods that left only slots for their eyes and mouths. The hoods were each of a different colour: red, white and blue. They were staring at her even as they held her tight between them. She could see their eyes glittering within their hoods.

‘We did it… we got her!’ the one in the white hood exclaimed breathlessly.

'Told you it would work,’ said the one in blue. ‘Just like we practised it…’

The one in red, who also carried the bamboo cane, took hold of a fistful of Jemimah's hair and twisted her head around so that she had to stare at him.

'I am Mr Red,’ he told her in sonorous tones. ‘And this is Mr Blue and Mr White. And you are our prisoner!’

Jemimah whimpered and shook her head and struggled feebly. Part of her was still insisting that this could not be happening to her. Red’s cane swished across the front of her thighs, making her yelp in pain and bringing fresh tears to her eyes.

Blue and White laughed.

'That's what you get if you don't behave, Jemimah,’ Blue told her.

'Of course, that's what you're going to get anyway,’ White added.

Despite her fear, Jemimah was trying to work out who they were. There were plenty of young men in Fulsham who could have been concealed under those hoods. Clearly, they knew her, and she felt that she almost recognized their voices, but they were deliberately disguising them by talking in gruff low tones which also made them seem older. And then she saw the bulges growing the front of their trousers and felt sick.

'Right, let's get her stripped…’ Red said.

Jemimah's eyes bulged in fresh horror, and she shook her head and snivelled behind her gag.

Red laughed at her obvious discomfiture. 'You don't think we've gone to all this trouble just to admire you in your running kit, do you? We want to see what you’ve been flashing in front of us for years but wouldn't let us touch, because you were too holy and pure. And then we're going to fuck you good and proper…’

The three of them tore at her clothes, freeing her hands only so they could strip her singlet and sports bra off. They upended her to pull off her running shoes, shorts and panties. She cringed as their hands pawed her, touching her as nobody else ever had. And then she was naked except for her crucifix.

The three paused to admire her body.

Jemimah had shoulder length dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail, creamy skin, and a lovely, compact, wasp-waisted 34D-24-34 figure. She had a fresh, bright, slightly doll-like face, with a high smooth forehead, a bright open smile, a straight, neat, slightly tip-tilted nose, dark eyes and bold straight brows. Her breasts were full, pale and well-rounded, capped by perfectly round red-brown nipples. Her shapely buttocks were smooth and firm beneath their soft fleshy padding. An innocent, thick, dark fluffy untrimmed pubic bush sprouted from between her thighs.

‘Fucking hell… she's amazing!’ exclaimed White.

'Shit hot!’ Blue agreed. ‘Look at those tits…

They began pinching and prodding her all over, and she snivelled and squirmed frantically. Then daringly Red slid the tips of his stiff fingers up into her cleft. She yelped as they encountered her maidenhead and he nodded.

‘Yep, she's still a virgin. Get her on the frame so we can screw her,’ he croaked, hunching over as if to relieve the tension in his groin.

They pushed Jemimah back against the frame and pulled her arms up above her head and tied them near its apex. Then they pulled her kicking legs wide apart and tied her ankles to the splayed base ends of the main frame poles. More ropes went across her knees and her waist, cutting into her flesh and holding her tight.

The old woman’s words came back to her: You will be stripped and bound…

No, surely it couldn't be true! There were no such things as curses! God wouldn't let such a thing happen to her. She’d gone to church and prayed every night and believed… but here she was.

For a moment, the three young men simply stared at her helpless, inviting, naked body. And then they began tearing at their own clothes, stripping off until they stood before her wearing only their hoods. Three hard young erect penises stood up, pointing their hooded heads at her as if they were gun barrels.

Jemimah stared at them in revolted horror. She knew what penises looked like erect, of course, but she had never seen them in the flesh. She felt sick and wanted to look away but she could not stop herself gawking at them in disbelief.

Red flicked the crucifix still hung about her neck. ‘This hasn’t done you any good, has it, you stuck up tart? Now you're going to beg us to screw you!’

Jemimah shook her head. No, that was a filthy cruel thing to ask. She could never do that!

Red’s mouth turned up in a grin within the slot in his hood. ‘Actually, I was kind of hoping you would say no. Makes it more fun…’

He picked up his cane and swiped it across her breasts a couple of times, catching their heavy undersides and clipping her nipples. Her soft rounded globes bounced and shivered under the strength of the impacts. Even as she screamed with pain and bit on the ball plugging her mouth and her breasts were still bouncing, Red handed the cane to White, who moved round behind Jemimah and swiped it across her bare buttocks, etching three crisp burning lines of scarlet across them. While she was sobbing, he handed the cane to Blue, who stood in front of her. He grinned and rubbed it through her groin.

'It's about time your pussy got a good seeing to,’ he told her.

Her eyes bulged in horror. No!

He swiped the cane up between her splayed legs. The first two blows slashed across her inner thighs while the third cut into the fluffy mat of her pubic curls and ripped through her cleft, delivering a searing smack of fire to her clitoris. Her first scream choked off as an even louder one overwhelmed it.

The pain was too much to bear and she lost power over her bladder and sprayed her pee over the earthy ground.

The hooded men cheered her humiliation.

As her cheeks burned in pain and shame and she sobbed and moaned and squirmed on the frame, the young men took their phones from the piles of their discarded clothing and began photographing her from every angle, focusing on the stripes that now crossed her breasts, buttocks and thighs, and the pee dripping from her pussy, chuckling as they did so as if hardly able to believe what they were doing.

But they had only just begun.

'Let's get stuck in!’ Blue growled, rubbing his stiff cock that was dripping with lubrication.

‘The trophy first!’ Red reminded him.

They produced a pair of scissors, fresh wipes, shaving foam and a razor from the holdall. They wiped Jemimah’s groin clean and then proceeded to clip the lush pelt of her pubic curls, carefully storing them in a plastic bag. Then they soaped her denuded cleft and carefully shaved it smooth and clean.

'Look at that lovely deep cunt slot!’ White exclaimed while Jemimah burned with shame.

They took more pictures of her naked vulva.

Then Red grabbed Jemimah's hair again and slapped her cheeks to compel her to look at him. With his free hand, he reached into the slot of her now bare and exposed pussy and pinched her clitoris and began to twist and stretch it until she whimpered.

‘Are you going to beg us to screw you, or do we have to cane you some more?’

She had never felt such pain before, nor had she ever been so helpless or so terrified. She couldn't face anymore. Hating herself, Jemimah nodded.

Red went first. He stood between her splayed legs and took hold of her hips. She saw the glitter of triumph in his eyes. The head of his cock rasped through her curls and then found her slot. It parted her sore lips and probed the mouth of her vagina, and then rammed up into it. Her maidenhead resisted for a moment and then tore. Jemimah screamed in pain and despair as the shaft slid up inside her, stretching her virgin passageway open before it.

And then she was no longer a virgin…