The lumberjack

I am mounted on the cock of a golden statue. My hands are tied together with a rope but its hooked over the back of the statues neck. My back is pressed to his chest, and my legs are awkwardly hooked over his arms, which means I'm spread wide for all to see.

Where are my clothes?

How long have I been here?

There are serving girls walking around carrying food and drinks, speaking in hushed tones. A girl with short blonde hair notices that I am looking at her and drops her eyes to the floor and quickens her pace. I'm against the wall of an open hallway that surrounds a big hall. There's ballustrading separating the hall and this walkway.

I think my feet are going to go numb.

The same serving girl that avoided my eye contact earlier has slipped back and climbed the plinth my statue stands on and is offering me a drink, its apple juice. I didn't realise how thirsty i was. I gulp it down and hear my stomach rumbling. The only words she speaks to me are to say, "You are the lumberjack's type," then scurries away. Who on earth is the lumberjack? Do I want to be his type? Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

I feel like I've been here for hours now, and I have a deep ache inside me. The hall, however, is starting to get busier. Food is being laid out on wooden tables in the hall, beautiful fruits and breads, and my stomach rumbles again.

A few men have walked past, one crudely slapping at my clit and another stepping up to suck on my nipple. I wanted to scream at them, but I noticed a terrifying scene earlier with another girl across the hall who is also mounted on a statue. She is too far away to discern any features, but i can see her statue is seated with her on his lap. Now her arms look painfully tight, tied above her head pulling upwards. They were looser but she was screaming at people in a language I dont understand and at one point it looked like she was trying to scramble away, which is when they yanked her arms tight and started pawing at her. Even i could tell they were biting at her skin from the noises she made. So I dont scream, and I dont try to get away. I'm scared. Where would I go? I am completely naked and have no idea where I am, but that doesn't mean the fight has left me. I am just biding my time trying to gather more information until the time is right.

As time ticks by, I count the fruits on the table and try to soak in as many details as I can to distract myself. People start filling the room, dressed in beautiful clothes. Fashions I've never seen before. Some wear masks or fabric draped across their faces, but most I can study their expressions when they look at me. The worst part is that no one seems shocked to see me here, humilated and being held captive.

I look across to the girl who kept trying to get away. Even from this distance, I can see red angry bite and slap marks across her skin, her arms still pulled tight, her head slumped down. A couple stops in front of me and strokes the skin on my inner thighs. The woman starts kissing and licking at my legs, and her hand comes around to massage my bum. The man laughs and chides her. She gives a quick lick between my folds, which shocks me before they are on their way again, laughing with each other. My cheeks heat. I was no prude at home, but there also weren't many boys my age in the village, so I am inexperienced despite being 22 years old.

Home.

Why had it taken me this long to think about home. The details of my home life seem fuzzy and hard to reach in my mind, like I had spent a big weekend drinking wine. Is that what happened? I drank too much wine and somehow agreed to be here? Or more likely stumbled off into the woods to be grabbed by someone passing by?

I try to focus on my home life and what my house looks like, and who my family is. I can't picture anyone or anything. Strange.

More people flood the hall in their finery, which means much more attention. One man sucks on my toes, which quite frankly is horrible. Lots of women suck and pinch at my nipples and one woman kisses me on the mouth. Some music starts and people are dancing and I finally realise that I am mounted here as some form of entertainment for the rich villagers and that this must be some sort of tradition for everyone to seem so at ease seeing me here. 

I squirm on the statue, trying to bring some blood flow back to my legs, but that only hurts me more inside. I hear a commotion and look across to the seated statue, which is now surrounded by people. They are cheering and yelling, and beer is spilling from cups onto the floor. I can't see the blonde girl at all, but its obvious they're all watching her. Touching her. From all the noise, I can't tell if shes fighting them or being hurt.

The kind serving girl is back with more juice while the crowd is distracted, and I will be forever grateful to her. I try to ask her where I am or how I got here, but she just shakes her head and sneaks away back into the shadows.

I look back across the room, and the crowd has dispersed, but the girl on the statue is gone. I'm not sure what that means, but it brings me hope I won't be stuck here forever.