The beautiful daughter of a wealthy nobleman, Tatia was making her way to the village to shop for her family’s daily needs. As she passed through the protective walls that kept the village safe from attack, she caught the eye of the handsome peasant Ignat that she longed to be with. Ignat and his family are known for raising the best horses in the kingdom however, he is not of high enough station for the well-bred Tatia. Many nights as she lay awake in her family’s castle dreaming of being with him but the gossip around the castle has labeled him and his family as low life deviants.
Many of her father’s advisors and their gossiping wives have long told stories about his family’s ways. It was rumored that Ignat’s father often treated his wife as though she was a slave. Rumors of beatings
and floggings were regular sources of gossip and speculation. Tatia couldn’t believe her ears since whenever she saw Ignat’s father and mother out in public they appeared to be the most loving couple and even as they are older in years, their passion and love for each other could be seen even by a blind man.
Tatia had allowed her fantasies to go to very dark places that both excited her in ways she could never imagine, as well as scaring her. Through many dark nights in her room in the castle, she allowed her mind to have impure thoughts. Not only did she touch herself with the desire to feel Ignat please her as a husband would their wife, but her mind also longed for the passion and love she saw with his parents. Her fantasies quickly were filled with Ignat’s hand spanking her like a child and his horsewhip placing blow upon blow on her pale skin. She came to realize that pain was something she craved not as a punishment but somehow her mind taught her that the pain would free her mind from the daily worries that could consume and overwhelm her.
As Tatia was frozen with fear as Ignat appeared to be walking towards her, she was suddenly jolted back to reality as an icy hand cruelly gripped her arm. Without needing to turn, she already knew the hand belonged to his father’s third bride. Her father’s current wife, Lara, just one year older than her, had long treated Tatia as a threat to her father’s affection. Lara’s grip on Tatia’s arm forced her to wheel and face Lara’s cold stare. Lara told Tatia, “I know you love that nasty, worthless peasant boy. If you soil yourself with him, I will have you cursed so no man worthy of your station will have his wife.”
Following that, Lara gave Tatia a shove that sent her reeling to the ground and landing her in the muddy, dung filled gutter. As Tatia slowly began to pick herself up from the gutter and watched Lara walk away with her brash walk, Ignat appeared and offered his hand to help her up. Tatia refused his hand as she did not wish to soil him with the filth of the gutter than had contaminated her from head to toe.
Ignat was not deterred by her refusal and reached down with his right arm, grabbed her flowing red hair in his hand, and pulled up until it brought her to her feet. As she attempted to keep her legs under herself the pain of being dragged to her feet by her hair had left her weak with desire.
Once standing, Ignat did not release her hair from his hand and he began to pull her forward by it. Tatia wanted to scream for help, ask him where she was being taken but her voice was gone. She would command her body to speak but all that would happen is her mouth would open but no sound could be willed or coaxed out.
Ignat led the filth covered Tatia off the main street and into a dark, damp alley that was not covered in cobblestones but was slick with soft, muddy soil. A few paces down the alley, Ignat forcefully tossed Tatia into a stable that is known for its grooming of noblemen’s horses. As Tatia was crudely tossed into the stable area and with her legs already wobbling from lust, she fell into a stall landing softly in the hay.
Before Tatia could begin to stand, she could feel Ignat’s hands once again pulling her to her feet by her hair, but instead of pulling her up this time, his hands guided her to a kneeling position in front of him. Ignat now spoke to her, “Tatia, I love you but you know your father will never allow us to together. So now that I have my chance, I am going to take you and show you how it would feel to be loved by this humble peasant.”
Ignat reached into his pocket and removed his silver-handled dagger and began moving towards her with it. Tatia recoiled with fear and as she attempted to get to her feet to escape, he effortlessly pushed her upon her back down and she found herself lying in the hay looking up at his handsome face.
His face was flush with desire and her fears were replaced by the thoughts that she finally had what she had so longed for. Her mind told her that he was right. Her father would never allow them to be together and she decided at that moment to show him that she indeed could that woman that she knew filled his fantasies.
Ignat’s dagger started tearing at the bottom of her skirt and its sharpness shredded the fine silken fabric of her clothes with ease. As the layers of her noble clothing were peeled away, she could feel the sharpened metal of the blade gently pushing against her skin as he cut away the last of her undergarments. Without waiting for him to ask, she stood before him and removed the last of her sliced garments.
Although taught to behave like a lady, she was filled with desire standing before him naked. She watched him look at her and her body trembled in anticipation of his touch. As she watched, he began to disrobe, and as he stepped out of his worn, faded pants she found herself staring at his manhood.
He smiled slyly as he followed her gaze to his throbbing and enlarging penis. He stepped forward and took her in a powerful embrace. As they embraced, he once again knotted her hair in his hand and guided her lips to his. The passionate kisses only fueled his manhood’s desire and she could feel it grow and harden against her warm skin. Tatia not only could feel his desires pressing against her but also she could feel her arousal beginning to leak out and moisten her thighs.
Tatia was lost in his lustful kisses but Ignat’s grip on her hair was pushing her down upon her knees. As soon as she was kneeling in the hay, he spoke to her with a command that intoxicated her. “Sin will set you free,” he said. She knew what he wanted as the church bishop had warned against the sin of taking a man inside of one’s mouth.
Feeling as though she had been set free, and being able to love the man she wanted but would never be allowed, she opened her mouth and began sliding his erect cock in and out of her mouth. With every trip up and down his shaft, she could feel his body tremble and his breath quicken. His hands were gently caressing her head and hair as she adjusted her rhythm to match his quickening thrusts into her lips. Her joy and the pleasure she was taking from carnal desires she was fulfilling for him made her feel the happiest she could remember.
Suddenly she felt his hands both grabbing and pulling her hair. Ignat held her hair in such a way that her head felt it was locked in the stocks in the village square. He was thrusting himself deeper, harder into her mouth than she had allowed him before. Soon she could feel herself being unable to control her throat and she could hear as well as feel the gagging noises his cock was causing. He would thrust himself into her throat and he would hold that position for what seemed like an eternity and all the while her body tried to recoil from him. Her breath was hard to catch as she gagged and just when she thought she could not take it a second more he would pull back and out of her mouth. She was horrified but mesmerized to see the long strands of saliva from her mouth to the tip of his cock when he would pull it out of her throat.
Just as she was finding she was enjoying the pleasures of his manhood tickling her throat, he stepped back from her and guided her to her feet. He pulled some rope from the side of the stall and bound her hands tightly, almost too tight with it. Ignat then took the rope and looped it over one of the rough sawn beams overhead pulling the rope so that she was forced to stand high on her toes with her back facing him.
Not sure what he was doing, her mind was racing and trying in vain to justify the sins she had chosen to commit. Just when she was about to ask him to release her, she felt the intense pain of riding crop impact her bottom and he had not started with a soft blow. The pain sizzled and she was shocked to have her body screaming for more. Quickly, blow after blow impacted upon the back of her legs and ass. As the pain raced through her body, her mind turned blank. The only thoughts she could muster were the intense longing for more pain and a desire to do whatever pleased him.
As suddenly as the impacts began they ended and with a loud hiss, she heard as well as felt the rope loosen. Tatia fell forward as the rope was released from its mooring and caught herself bend in half against the back of the stall with the tension of the rope gone. Before she could stand up she felt his strong hands on her hips and holding her bent over. His manhood was pressing against the lips of her pussy and her body naturally shifted to allow him to enter her.
Rather than roughly force his way inside her, Tatia admired the way Ignat gently slipped himself in. He slowly moved in and out of her pussy and soon she was rewarded with being able to feel his pelvic bone push up against her cheeks telling her he was thrusting as deeply as he could. Ignat’s greedy yet rhythmic thrusts had Tatia’s insides tumbling and feeling like they were part of the mistrals that entertained at court. Her body began to shake uncontrollably and just as she was orgasming, she felt Ignat push as deeply as he could and hold himself there so she could cum on his cock.
As Tatia’s orgasm was leaving her body, Ignat again spoke “I want to make you mine in sin and I have not finished sinning with you” and with that, she felt his hands push her ass cheeks apart and she trembled when she felt his warm cock pressing against her asshole. It was so well covered in her juices it was easy for him to slip the head inside of her. The tearing and searing pain that his intrusion was causing just increased her desire to please him. He slowly and carefully worked himself in a little deeper with every soft yet demanding thrust. Tatia worried she would not be able to engulf him the way she had with her pussy but the pain mixed with pleasure relaxed her and she found that his thrusts had quickened and deepened. Suddenly, she was rewarded when a loud moan escaped his lips, his body quaked, and she felt him filling her with all of his seed.
Ignat’s orgasm was so powerful that he nearly fell as he trembled and shook with his release. As he withdrew from his love, he told Tatia “The world may not let us be together but through sin, we can share everything.” Tatia replied, “It can’t be a sin if it feels so right”. They both fell in each other’s arms and into the hay where they drifted off to a pleasant state of bliss.
Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes clomping upon the ground roused them from their blissful embrace. Ignat quickly tossed Tatia some old and worn clothes and suggested she hurry to the seamstress as it was much later in the afternoon now. He assured her that Lara would not take note of the new clothes as she had pushed her into the gutter earlier.
Ignat then took a moment to tell her that he had family who lived in the next kingdom to the north as woodsmen and there they could be together. He would pack food for them, have a horse for both, and would Tatia meet him outside the castle at midnight? She agreed to meet him at midnight and escape together so they could be together as she hurriedly dressed in peasant garb and raced out of the stable to the dressmaker’s shoppe.
Tatia hurried up the cobblestone street and was surprised to feel so full of joy. She had not the slightest regrets after giving into the peasant’s sinfulness. As she walked with a brisk pace she could feel Ignat’s seed dripping out but found it strangely arousing and she craved more of it.
She reached the shoppe and quickly tried one last time to make herself look presentable and she entered the cool, dark building. Tatia swung the heavy wooden door shut behind her and began to walk forward to see old Mrs. Yaga. No sooner than she was about to say hello, the old woman turned, looked at her, and said “Lara, indeed she has disgraced your family.” Tatia turned and found Lara moving to block the only exit with the old lady standing before her holding a cup of steaming liquid.
“Tatia, you have humiliated your father today, but I want to protect you and your father’s good name. I have asked Mrs. Yaga for help and she has agreed to help us. She has prepared a spell that will cause you to forget everything you did today. That way your father can find you a suitable match and you can enter into it with all the innocence that is expected of a lady. You have but ten seconds to decide to leave and I will tell your father of your sins today or you can drink and save your father from heartbreak. Your time starts now.” Lara explained coldly. Torn between the love of her father and the love of a man society will never allow her to be with, Tatia picked up the cup and drank the warm potion.
Tatia had no other way to explain it other than as soon as the potion entered her body than to say she felt old. Lara and Mrs. Yaga shared a hearty laugh and both pointed at Tatia as their laughter filled the air. Tatia glanced at the mirror and saw only a grizzled old woman in it. She tentatively touched her body and realized she was indeed the old woman. She fled from the shoppe as fast as she could and running for the castle. Running for home!
Even though she still felt like a young woman her legs worked at the speed of an old lady. Lara’s carriage sped by and was quickly out of sight. When Tatia reached the gates of the castle, the guards all known to her from childhood refused her entry. She pleaded with the guards, trying to explain who she was but the memories of who she was faded as she tried to explain. Suddenly, she was no more than distant memory even to herself.
Not knowing where to go, or how to get there, she wandered away from the kingdom. She was drawn to the north but she had no idea why. As she wandered from the kingdom, she found herself taking odd jobs and doing chores just to eat. She found few men interested in her in this rough country and these men simply used and discarded her.
Tatia finally found employment working as a teamster for a small logging camp. The men didn’t want her doing a man’s job but they had been shorthanded for so long they agreed to take her on but for half wages since she was a woman. Soon summer had faded to winter and the work continued despite the cold and snow.
One day a new man arrived in camp. Tatia didn’t recognize him and he seemed disgusted to find a woman doing a man’s job. The head of the logging crew informed Tatia that a family member had arrived from the kingdom to the south and she would be replaced in the morning. The family member was taking her job. That evening she was too upset to join the rest of the loggers for dinner and she retired to her small shack to pack her meager belongings.
Tatia was woken from her slumber by the sound of the winter’s wind blowing through her tiny wooden abode. The wind chilled her to the bone as she noticed the flimsy door open and she assumed the howling wind simply blew it open. As she turned to return to bed after closing the door, a lantern was slowly turned up. The brightening light revealed the figure of a man sitting in the lone chair in the one-room shack.
The man in the chair was the new man in the camp. The one taking away her job at the one place that had shown any kindness to her. She wanted to yell at him in rage but only fear kept her from yelling. She feared he had come to use her before being discarded. Why not she figured, all the other men along the way had used and thrown her away. At least here she knew he wouldn’t fake feelings and strangely she could handle that.
The man just looked at her and stared. He didn’t speak but he just kept staring. Finally Tatia had enough and stripped off her clothes and said “There, is this better to look at?” Come have your way with me and let’s get this over with”. The man just smiled and Tatia felt something turn warm inside of her. A feeling she had not felt before or had she? Something seemed safe and almost familiar about this man but she could not remember him. He also was far too young and young men were never kind to an old lady such as herself.
The man approached her holding a small length of rope and since she had resigned herself to the fate of being used once again, she held out her hands for him to bind. Once her hands were bond, he used her shirt sleeves as a crude blindfold and fastened it over her eyes. Tatia now feared for her safety, but she knew if the strange man was family her screams would be of no help.
Tatia was pushed face down over the end of the bed and as she had feared she soon felt the warmth and hardness of a man trying to push himself inside of her. This man was different, she noticed. He hadn’t just jammed it in her dry pussy. He was taking his time and massaging her clit with his hardness and as much as she tried to fight it she could feel herself growing moist.
Just as she felt he would push inside her, she felt him step back, and then there was silence in the room. The silence was broken by the crack of a horsewhip. Tatia felt the pain of the impact but also heard a sound that didn’t fit. When the whip lashed out against her skin, she swore in not only could she feel the pain but she could also hear what sounded like the cracking of a thousand eggs.
The flogging seemed to go on for a very long time but when it stopped she felt a hand exploring her pussy. The pain had made her moist even though she couldn’t explain it. He now knew she was ready and she felt him begin to press himself inside her. He was gentle but demanding in his entrance. The deeper he moved inside of her, the more alive Tatia felt and soon she could feel he was thrusting as deep as he could, and as he thrusts picked up speed, she could still hear what sounded like the cracking eggs. As every thrust slammed deep inside her, all she could hear was the crackling noise. Suddenly, she began to feel warm and the sheets balled in her hands felt softer and not as coarse.
Suddenly, her mind was awash in memories! It was like she had woken from a coma. Her mind swirled with thoughts of Ignat, her father, Lara, her castle, and the old witch. All the while, she could feel this man pumping her, harder, deeper and so forcefully. As much as she wanted him to stop, to be left alone to think, he was not going to stop. Her pleas were not able to escape her lips. All she could do was moan and then out of nowhere her body began to tremble and she felt it approaching like a huge wave creeping up on an unsuspecting swimmer at the beach. The orgasm shook her and she tried in vain to push him out of her. He too was nearing his release and he fought to stay buried in her. As soon as they both had released their orgasms, she felt him help her to her feet, unbind her hands, and then unfasten her crude blindfold.
Standing before her was Ignat and she remembered him. Remembered everything! The emotions were too much and she found herself falling in his arms. Ignat caught her fall and guided her into bed and then explained what had happened.
At midnight, he had been waiting for her outside the castle but rather than Tatia it was Lara who appeared at midnight. Lara explained that Tatia had been disposed of thanks to a witch’s spell. He knew of just one witch in the kingdom and so he confronted Mrs. Yaga and threatened her with his dagger. She confessed the spell and told Ignat that the only way to break it was for the same lover and ‘impurity’ to find her again. But he would never find her as she no longer knew herself. Ignat then went wandering the kingdom searching for Tatia but could never find her, so in vain he left to join his family and work in the woods. When he arrived, learned that a wandering woman named Tatia worked at the camp and one glance at her eyes told him it was indeed the Tatia of his dreams. So he arranged to repeat the original sin as best he could and hope for the best. Tatia also learned her father arranged to knight anyone who found his missing daughter and thus it would allow her and Ignat to live happily ever after.