Yoke

A strange story. I overheard it on the train, pretending to be dozing. Somewhere around the 67th kilometer, two women got on. They asked each other something about their relatives. Then they were silent for a minute. I was even about to open my eyes... "Is he asleep?" — one whispered softly... and...

I pricked up my ears, but still couldn't hear everything clearly...

— It's five kilometers from the village to the district center. But I went by bus. Intercity. I got tired of the train even in my youth. I don't know where and how it flew by? From the highway to the outskirts of my village, it's about one and a half kilometers. You can even see the huts on the outskirts from there. Did I doze off? But I told the driver,

that I get off at the turn, at Karasi. Did he doze off too? And it should have been still light... But he, the dozing driver, dropped me off at dusk. Closed the door. Stepped on the gas. Turned around and drove off. I didn't immediately realize it wasn't my turn. If it had been light... But in the dark, all the field roads look the same. The birch groves, in general, are like two peas in a pod, even during the day. So I'm walking, humming. I peer into the darkness ahead and start feeling queasy. There are no lights, from the windows of the huts on the outskirts of the village. And then I hear, behind me, the characteristic noise of a car that has turned off the highway onto a field road. I step aside and look back. The car was driving without headlights. Only locals can drive like that. Locals who have crawled all over the area since childhood. The speed was about forty kilometers, but they drove past. And didn't even slow down. And then what possessed me? I shouted, waved my hand, and even jumped a couple of times — Hey! Hey!

And they heard. And braking, they stopped. I remember, I was also surprised that the car door didn't open, and no one got out of the car. Something stirred unpleasantly, somewhere between my heels and the back of my head... But I, already walking briskly, approached and, leaning towards the door window...

No one!

I slowly straightened up and...

... I was being shaken on the potholes and the winding track. There was no one in the cabin. And no headlights illuminating the winding road either. I tried to climb over to the front seat to stop the car, and at that moment the car stopped sharply. I tumbled and...

— Have you ever been fucked, tied to a yoke? No? You've missed a lot. I was fucked. A yoke is a stick, curved, like a collar, with hooks on the ends. Buckets of water are hung on these hooks, the yoke is on the shoulders, supported by one or two hands. If you stand the yoke on the ground with the hooks, it reaches up to the tits. The hump. And to fuck a woman tied to a yoke, you need two yokes. So I was fucked, tied to two yokes. They laid me on one yoke: my neck on the hump and tied my hands. They placed the second yoke with its hooks against the hooks of the first and tied my legs to it. I could, of course, move the yokes from side to side with my hands and feet, but I couldn't turn, sit, or stand. Who tied me up? Men. Villagers. Hhym! You probably thought, what perverts these village men are. I feel sorry for you. The men didn't stick their dicks into me. The men fucked me with a third yoke. And they didn't even pull out the hooks. They stretched condoms over the ends of the yoke, and fucked me until I came.

I was fucked with a yoke,

fucked for a long time and with meaning,

fucked in the ass and in the pussy,

oh fuck you all, I'm going...

— Well, Venik, why drag it out. Who's first?

— Pestik, this chick reminds me of someone.

— Well, maybe one of those who've already been here?

— We agreed, Pestik. A second time... Let me look again... Fuck! She reminds me of someone...

— Just look at her face, Venik. Why are you staring at your phone?

— She'll see me then...

— So what?

— Cover our tracks...

— Well, it's not the first time, Venik

— Bitch! She looks like the man who fucked my mom... I remembered his face. Saw him twice. From behind, though.

— Venik, fuck! But she looks like you. Or you look like her. And haven't you seen, Venik, that man who fucked your mom, conceiving you?

— Pestik, there are things you shouldn't smirk about. One more time... and there'll be nothing to smirk with.

— Hey, little one, what did you just blurt out? I could, you know, swat you like a fly with one hand...

I heard their voices. I really didn't understand, who was telling the story about the yoke? Or was it a recording? But I couldn't see anything. And move... No... what the hell? And then it dawns on me that I'm tied to yokes!

— Venik, let's shine a light in her face and she won't see anything

— Fuck if I know. What if she sees everything... let's do this Pestik, you go and take a look at her face. Even if she sees you... so what?)

I didn't hear footsteps, but a bright light from a phone flashlight — blinded me.. Whether they took a photo of me or not, I couldn't tell..

— Well look Venik.. Fuck! Like two peas. Holy shit! Well, what, do we let your little sister go?

— What sister is she to me? Let's go, fuck her good!

I was fucked... with a yoke... or with something else? I don't know... but definitely not with their dicks... but I came painfully and for a long time... I've never had an orgasm like that. Although, orgasm — I've never experienced one at all with men who fucked me... I passed out from the orgasm... And came to on the road. Pitch dark, but the lights of my village are visible.. I walked and….."

— She walked around the village and told everyone how she was fucked with a yoke..

I listened closely.. but couldn't make out what one of the women was whispering into the other's ear..

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