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Locked in Stocks & Gangbanged Hard:
(Traci Wilde)

Lucinda turned and strode back into the empty grounds. She reached the first booth, turned to confirm Katie and the others were exiting, then she changed course and headed for the wooden stocks and medieval torture display. She hadn't really lost anything, but wanted to feel what it was like to have the stocks closed down on her, her head and wrists trapped, making her helpless. Lucinda had wondered about that since she was much younger, had felt a little thrill inside when she thought about being put on display like that whenever she saw depictions of the practice in books or movies, but she had felt funny about the idea of doing it in front of the youngsters. Now was her chance.

After walking for more than five minutes she reached it. Lucinda glanced each direction to ensure she was alone, then she raised the wooden beam that made the top part of the stocks. It was heavier than she anticipated, and for a moment she wondered if this was a good idea, if she'd be able to free herself. But, it was on a hinge, it moved up and down freely ??" if a little awkwardly because of the weight ??" and she was in good condition, strong enough she was certain she could push the top beam up to free a hand.

She put her purse on the ground, looked around one more time, then put her left wrist in the first hand hole, placed her neck in the larger middle hole, holding the top beam with her right hand, positioned in the hole where the right wrist would go. She lowered the beam as far as she could, then let go and quickly put her right wrist in the appropriate spot a moment before the beam thudded shut.

She tried pulling her hands back through the holes, but the opening was too small. 

Damn, this is secure. 

She stood there for a few seconds, bent over at the waist, head and hands protruding on one side of the wooden stocks, rest of her body on the other. 

She felt a little shiver roll through her body, a bit of dampness dribbling from her pussy as she closed her eyes, imagined being imprisoned in the stocks, others able to touch her, do all sorts of unmentionables to her, all on public display for the village to see. 

Then she heard it. A quiet little click.

Lucinda opened her eyes and tried to look to the side, but couldn't turn her head and her peripheral vision was limited off by the wooden stock. She pushed upward with her hands ??" the top beam held in place. She pushed upward with her neck and hands. 

Nothing. 

Lucinda started to panic. She pulled back with her body for a second, but that hurt her neck. She tried moving to the left, then the right, to no avail.

From the corner of her eye she saw movement. A man dressed in period costume ??" a loose-fitting shirt laced up the front hanging over brown pants that had stitching up the sides and calf-high suede books. He had a long, thick blond beard and flowing shoulder-length hair to match.

"Oh thank god," she said. 

"Looks like someone left you behind," he said, a smile playing across his face.

"Please, I...this is so embarrassing..." she said, trying to look up at the man, no easy feat given her position. "I just wanted to try...well, to see what it was like. Something seems to have slipped and locked the beams together."

The man walked around Lucinda, slipping from her field of view. She shuddered when she felt his hand on the small of her back.

"Nothing slipped. I locked it shut."

She flinched when he gave her a hard, open-handed smack on the ass, followed by another one.