“HERE YOU go,” Marinel said with a smile as she handed Vanessa a tray of newly harvested eggs from their farm.
“Thank you, Marinel,” Vanessa said and beamed.
“You have a beautiful necklace.”
“Oh, this…” Vanessa glanced at her chest. “Thank you.”
“So, it’s really true. You are seeing Sir Ernest. You’re a couple.”
Marinel was Vanessa’s very first friend when they moved to Villa Verde. She was a sweet, shy girl and a little shorter than Vanessa.
“I’m sorry I did not tell you. Things happened so fast.” She bit her lip.
“You have nothing to be sorry about. That’s something personal. But your sister Vivian is spreading the word to our neighbors.”
Vanessa sighed.
“I don’t know why she had to do that.”
“And I did not mean to eavesdrop. Some people are happy that Sir Ernest is dating again, though it’s been only more than six months since Celine died.” For a moment, Marinel’s face turned grim. “Be careful, Vanessa.”
“What made you say that?”
“Celine died a tragic death. I’m saying this to you because you’re my friend.” Marinel closed their distance and held her arm. “I don’t trust Sir Ernest. I think he was hiding something.”
Vanessa swallowed. Suddenly, she was seized by a feeling of anxiety.
“Didn’t he love Celine?” she asked.
“That’s what everyone thought. But before Celine died, I saw her crying in Miguel’s arms. Back then, I feel like something’s wrong. Celine did not look happy. A few days later, Celine was found hanging from a tree. Ernest said he caught Miguel making it look like it was a suicide.”
“M-Miguel? Who’s Miguel?”
“Celine’s childhood friend. Rumors say Miguel was in love with Celine, and he killed her because of jealousy.”
Vanessa felt the hair at the back of her neck stand up.
“Where is that Miguel now?”
Marinel shrugged and sighed.
“He was never caught. Celine’s mother suffered a heart attack. But before she died, she cursed Miguel. And he was never seen again.”
“D-do you really think Miguel killed Celine?”
Marinel looked away for a moment.
“I still could not believe that he did. Miguel was more popular in Villa Verde than Ernest. He was a charming person, and everyone was his friend. I don’t think he’s the jealous type, too. But it was only him and Ernest who knew the truth. But if Miguel did not kill Celine, why would he run and hide instead of defending himself?”
Marinel had a point. It made Vanessa restless.
“The whole village sympathized with Ernest. He never loved any woman besides her.” Marinel stared into her eyes. “I hope he’s not making you a rebound. You are as charming as Celine. When I first saw you, you reminded me of her.” She smiled apologetically. “I did not mean to scare you. I genuinely wished for your happiness with Sir Ernest.”
“What about the rumors about a beast lurking in the woods? Is there truth about that?” Vanessa asked.
Marinel shrugged.
“The beast had been sighted only once. After Celine’s death. Rumors say that the reason why Miguel had never shown up was that he became a victim of the beast during his escape.”
VANESSA took a deep breath. All those revelations from Marinel still lingered in her mind. She had never heard a story as tragic as that.
After finishing all her chores that morning, Vanessa left for her favorite spot. She needed time to get her mind off that. It was a good excuse.
Vanessa felt calm and refreshed after her first dip in the water. It was always a good idea to have a place to escape to if things would go wrong.
She walked to the tree on the other side of the creek and climbed. The moment she mounted the thick branch, Vanessa froze in horror.
Something was there which was not present from the last time she had been there. The small branch which she used to hold to was purposedly cut shorter. Not only that, but it was also reduced in size. Something had changed in its appearance, which looked very familiar to Vanessa.
Someone came here aside from her. And whoever that someone was knew something about Vanessa.
The branch was carved to resemble manhood! It was long, thick, and even bigger than Ernest’s! It was carved meticulously that the veins were even visible around it.
Vanessa could not help but swallow. She felt ashamed, humiliated, and aroused at the same time! Whoever did that was either mocking her or being generous to her.
She looked around her. Had someone been watching her the whole time she was pleasuring herself?
She stared at the wooden phallus and bit her lips as if it was a delectable dish. She wanted to try it on. To her, it looked like a gift from a benefactor. The longer she looked at it, the harder it was to refuse!
Vanessa moved closer to the wooden object. It was angled in the opposite direction. Carefully moved to the other side of the branch until it was only a few inches from her thighs. She could not help but be amazed when she realized that it was inclined into a favorable angle. The sculptor made it possible for her to move against the phallus with ease and comfort.
But should she use it? Vanessa’s navel tightened in response.
With a trembling hand, Vanessa touched the hard penis. It felt smooth to the touch. She was sure it would not be hard to put inside her. But the penetration would be easier if she lubricated it with something warm.
Vanessa’s chest was pounding hard as she pulled her wet hair back and moved her face closer to the delectable toy. She could feel her face burning as she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue to the tip. The branch tasted fresh.
When the toy was fully covered with her warm saliva, Vanessa shifted and stretched her legs. She arched her back and parted her wet thighs until the tip was at her entrance. No, it would not fit easily, but she knew the wooden cock would stretch her in pleasure.
VANESSA was catching her breath as she buried it deeper inside her. She could not help a whimper as she felt her vaginal walls stretching and contracting occasionally. The toy could already be compared to the beast’s organ. Vanessa gripped the thick branch beneath her as her arousal heightened.
Truly, there was something about Villa Verde. From the first time Vanessa set foot in this mysterious village, she knew her life would change. She felt free – free from the image of the good girl from a prominent family. Now, she was just the daughter of a pub owner. Losing their wealth gave her a normal life. It was the kind of life she never knew she wanted.
And as Vanessa relentlessly used the wooden cock for her own pleasure, she realized she was home.
THE PUB was swamped once again, but Vanessa served the guests with a smile. She was in a great mood. When she woke up from her afternoon nap, she felt energized.
“Vanessa, you can go to bed now. You’ve been working hard,” Virgil said from the counter.
“It’s all right, Father. I’m not sleepy yet.”
“I know. But I don’t trust these new guests here.”
“All right. I’ll serve the remaining wine, and I’ll retire to bed after that,” Vanessa said.
“Fine,” Virgil said with a sigh.
Vanessa brought the jar to a group of tall, muscular men. They look rugged with their beard and mustache, and they looked like they were drinking for hours now.
One of the three stared at her with amusement in his eyes. It made Vanessa uncomfortable. She looked away as she put the bottle down and prepared to leave at once when he suddenly caught her hand.
Vanessa gasped in shock.
“You. Join me here,” he said and pulled her to his lap unceremoniously. He was reeking.
Vanessa moved away and slapped his face with rage.
“How dare you!” she snarled, making everyone turn in her direction. “I’m not an entertainer!”
The man stood up as he caught his face. Virgil suddenly got in between them.
“We only sell wine here, not women. If you would only disrespect my daughter, you better leave,” he warned.
“Father.” Vanessa grabbed her father’s arm. “He’s not worth it.”
“Derek, leave the young woman alone,” said Agustin, Virgil’s friend. He touched the man’s shoulder, but the latter he called ‘Derek’ dodged him.
With a smirk, Derek went back to his seat.
IT WASN’T a dream. That’s what Vanessa thought with a smile when she returned to the creek and found the pleasurable toy still on the branch.
Then she noticed something that was purposedly stuck between the branches. It was wrapped with a banana leaf. Vanessa looked around her. How did it get here? Was it from the same person who carved the wooden manhood?
With her curiosity taking over her, she pulled the package. She had this feeling that it was meant for her.
“Oh…” Her eyes widened as she unfolded the wrap. It was another toy! This time, she could carry it around with her. It looked the same as the previous one but with carved testicles as the base.
She was right. It was for her. Vanessa could not help blushing. She was embarrassed but delighted at the same time. It was carefully sculpted to match her preference.
But… no. She must help herself.
She did not know the identity of her benefactor. What if he was someone who knew her back at the pub? What if he would spread rumors about her mischief at the creek?
VANESSA walked to the side of her bed with only a towel wrapped around her body. She had just finished her nighttime bath. She tried to take the toy out of her mind for the rest of the day, but it won’t quit. It even bothered her more. Her curiosity wanted to be satisfied.
She sat and watched at the object resting on her nightstand. She was already alone. It sure won’t hurt her.
With a sigh, she unwrapped the gift again and pulled her towel away from her body. Vanessa shifted on the bed and studied the toy. She already thought of so many ways to use it. She was overwhelmed.
She licked her lower lip before putting it inside her mouth, lubricating it. She closed her eyes, filling her thoughts of the beast, imagining that she was sucking his monstrous cock instead.
Vanessa moaned as her thighs moistened quickly. She was panting as her back felt the bedding. Her fingers reached between her legs, targeting her little bud of pleasure.
Vanessa writhed and craned, intensifying her arousal. And when she thought she was ready, she parted her legs and pointed the toy at her entrance. Her free fingers parted her orifice as her other hand pushed the object inside slowly.
“O-oh, oh, my…” Vanessa thought her back would break as the wooden toy went deep to the hilt.
For a moment, she stopped moving to adjust to the size of the toy inside her.
DEREK was about to return inside the pub after peeing. He had drunk too much once again. He was looking forward to seeing the pub owner’s daughter he saw last night, but she did not show up this time.
He had no idea that she was no ordinary female server. But he wanted her just the same. He did not know that behind her innocent face was a feisty woman. Well, he liked his woman being resistant, especially from the beginning. He was already thinking about how he could have her for himself.
He paused when he heard a woman’s familiar voice. The pub was loud, and he could not clearly make out of the sound. He could have ignored it, but damn his curiosity. Derek found himself rolling to the other side of the structure, where the sound became clearer.
Indeed, the voice belonged to a woman. At first, he thought she was in pain. It was coming inside a room with a wooden door. As he listened closely, his eyes widened when he realized what the sound was all about.
He spotted a hole on the wall and peeped. It did not take him long to see what he was looking for. There was a slender woman kneeling on the bed – and she was naked! Her small taut breasts were jiggling from rocking her hips violently against something.
She was alone, doing all these pleasurable things to herself. Derek’s throat felt dry. Through the help of the tiny lamp in the room, he recognized the face of the woman. Her lips were parted while doing the act. And it was her… the not-so-innocent-but-still-feisty daughter of the pub owner!