Wild Sorcery - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I am Adrienne; once I was a hero, I slew monsters and villains, I fucked princesses, maidens and damsels in distress. Now I wander the kingdoms, seeking to lose my new form, but on my perilous way I am continuously captured by monsters and villains who fuck me and try to sacrifice me, kill me, and enslave me. Now I am a damsel in distress to be rescued and fucked by asshole heroes.

I suppose you want to know how this all began, am I right? Well, you would not even recognize me, not as me, I mean.

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Hight Adrian the Bold, I was a trusting magic knight, I was very handsome, muscular, with round eyes the color of berryl and medium-length, wavy, silky, black hair worn in a handsome style. I has cosmic powers activated instinctively. I wore a kilt and tunic in black and brown, in roughly even proportions.

I also carried then, my sword: it had a keen blade, the guard resembling a mouth with opals for fangs, the blade extending from it like a tongue. I had looted it from the Temple of the Mad Mullah, along with his nubile virgin daughters. Tthough I had not kept them for very long, nor had they kept their virginity for very long. Wonderful ladies, we kept in touch.

On that day, I crept into and through the Horror Halls, deep caverns miles beneath the dark Haunted Hills through which I had hacked my way, slaughtering monsters and bandits by the score. I was there seeking the sorcerer Valorious, he who had kidnapped the magical Princess Eilonwy and held her now for ransom, ready to sacrifice her to his dark fiendish masters should her father, King Hendriks, refuse to pay for her life.

The Horror Halls lived up to their name as dark and stinking, with no food or water fit to drink. I fought my way through scores of monsters that dwelt there, and bands of Valorious' minions. Finally, after many days of travel, wandering and adventuring, killing and slaying, I reached the heart of Valorious' realm and battled my way to his throne room.

It was a wide dark cavern, carved from the bedrock of the mountain and dimly lit by magical flames that consumed neither air nor fuel. In the shadows that skirted the wide chamber lurked Rippers From The Far Sphere, horrid little monsters, creatures from a place far beyond our world, whom the sorcerer Valorious had summoned to serve him.

Centered in the chamber was a large raised dais, on which squatted a stone throne, in which was seated a man.

This was the sorcerer Valorious. He had wide, vermillion eyes, and shoulder-length amber hair that artistically framed his face. He was lean and energetic, and his mannerisms gave me the impression of an elusive unicorn. He had long-fingered elegant hands that he raised threateningly upon seeing me. "So!" he cried out. "You seek to rescue the Princess Eilonwy?! Well you cannot have her! She belongs to me!"

He waved to his minions, the Rippers From The Far Sphere. They jumped to pull wide a pair of dark curtains, revealing a large adjacent room to the chamber.

Within was the Princess Eilonwy, chained to a great stone. That magical girl's round eyes were the color of ripe plums, but aloof, as if she were not seeing the world about her. Her long, wavy, fine black hair was worn in an uncomplicated style, tumbling down her shoulders and across her back, and over her bare chest, brushing against pert round breasts. She looked healthy, and perfectly formed with the delightful curves a real man craves. She used time magic that was held within a series of rings. But those were stripped from her, along with most of her violet and black military-style costume. Only rags remained, which served to frame her naked body, sweating with fear.  Her pale skin glistened in the dim light and her nipples were erect in the cold air.

She pulled weakly at her chains, groaning in terror. She was chained to a great stone standing on a tiny rocky island in the middle of a deep black pond. As I watched, long thin tentacles rose out from the water and undulated closer to her.

I glanced to the sorcerer. He had donned his infamous tools - gauntlets of Magic and Simplicity - and raised his hands again. "You will now join her!" he shouted, curuscating arrcds of light flashing between his fingers.

I drew my sword and raised it, assuming a guard position. "Come and try," I said with a confident smile, instinctively calling forth my cosmic power.

"I do not try!" he retorted. "I DO!" He pointed his fingers at me and spoke unintelligible words that echoed across the wide dark chamber.

A wave of bright energy swept out of his hands and rolled toward me. I set myself and held my blade en garde, trusting in my blade's power and my abilities to protect me from whatever destruction he had called forth. The wave breeched like the surf upon a wall, and poured over and around me. I felt a strange tingling from its power, but no harm came to me of it.

"Hah!" I laughed at Valorious once his power had receded. "If you sought to slay me, villain, then you have failed."

"Ohhh!" Valorious laughed himself. "If I meant to slay you? Fool! You have no idea with whom you are troubling! If I meant to slay you, you would be slain! No, I have a far more delicious fate in store for you!"

I would have wondered what he meant by that, but the tingling had not receded. Instead it began to mount, growing stronger and stronger. The sensation felt strange, but not entirely unpleasant - almost like an itch, but also as if I were a little drunk.

I stumbled, suddenly light-headed. "What's happening to me?" I mumbled, trying to keep my balance.

"Ahh Ha ha ha ha!" Valorious laughed triumphantly.

"Ugh!" I doubled over with a grunt, clutching at my chest which began to swell, two mounds of soft, sensitive flesh grew. I gasped as I now had breasts, full and round. "What is this?!" I cried.

I gasped again when I heard my own voice. It was higher in pitch, feminine. A sudden itching made me clutch my head and I felt my hair growing. It tumbled down my shoulders in an ebon wave, glistening in the dim light like oil. I felt my hips and shoulders change and shift. My waist shrank and my ass grew. Then a peculiar feeling between my legs made me clutch at my manhood, only to feel my womanhood.

"Yes!" Valorious shouted. "I have done it!"

"This won't stop me, you mad sorcerer!" I snapped, raising my sword. "I can still -oh!" I exclaimed as my sword felt extremely heavy, and I had to lower it, almost dropping it. I stumbled back, feeling weaker and off-balance in my new body.

"Get her!" Valorious commanded, pointing finger at me.

With a massed joyful, malicious, shout, all the Rippers From The Far Sphere descended upon me. I fought and struggled, but I had lost a great deal of my strength and they quickly overwhelmed me. They tore the sword from my hand, then ripped at my clothes, grabbing my arms and legs two, three, four of them at a time. I was immobilized and helpless in moments.

They forced me to my knees, then pulled me onto my back and stretched my arms and legs as wide as they would go. I struggled and fought, but to no avail. One wrapped its fingers in my long hair and chuckled evilly as it yanked on my hair, making me cry out in pain.

Valorious soon stood over me, between my spread legs, smiling evilly, triumphantly, and most worryingly, lustfully. "Well, look at you now," he said, a glint shining in his eyes. "Helpless, and my captive."

I was starting to feel a little nervous. "I will get you, you fiend!" I snarled. "And when I do-"

"Tear off her clothes," Valorious said casually.

It took a moment for his words to sink in, then I screamed and renewed my struggles to escape. The hell-spawned Rippers From The Far Sphere held me down and tore my tunic to shreds. I growled, then whimpered as my sensitive breasts were exposed to the cold air and their lewd stares. Tthe Rippers laughed among themselves while a few pinched and kneaded my breasts, making my growl disappear and my whimpers redouble.

Other Rippers tore my kilt from me, baring my hips and hairless, virgin womanhood. I squirmed, moaning helplessly, but the Rippers laughed, seeing my breasts jump and wiggle. Tears slipped from my eyes and down my cheeks. A storm of new sensations was building within me. The cold air brushing across my nakedness sent a chill shiver, mingled with a thrill of pleasure.

The Rippers pinching and squeezing my breasts hurt. The pinching hurt and I felt humiliated, but somehow it aroused me. My breasts felt full and erect, nipples jutting forth. I was helpless and humiliated and fearful, but all this only seemed to increase my arousal. A flush crept across my bare skin.

The Mad Sorcerer Valorious watched me and he knew what I was feeling. "Take her to the altar," he ordered.

The Rippers lifted me and carried me, still pinching and poking my naked body, and laughing viciously.

"No!" I shouted, squirming in their grip. "Let me go!"

They carried me to a narrow pyramidal stone altar that faced into the ajacent chamber where Princess Eilonwy was chained. The Rippers forced me to bend over, face-down upon the altar, my ass facing toward the princess and my feet barely touching the ground. My breath caught in my throat as I watched a huge, monstrous creature coated in slime and bristling with tentacles rise from the water to tower over Princess Eilonwy.

I stunned, watching the creature's slow, menacing approach. Slowly, gently wrapping its tentacles about her, despite chained struggles and helpless cries. II did not at first notice that the Rippers had tied my hand together and to the altar, holding me face-down upon it, while they spread my legs wide and bound my bare feet to the bottom corners of the altar.

With a start, I realized how wide my feet were spread and how helpless and exposed my ass was to anyone (I recalled ravishing Princess Glynda on an altar much like this, but only after rescuing her from the Cursed Brotherhood of Null). I twisted about as far as my bonds allowed, glancing across my shoulder, and saw Valorious step up behind me. He pulled open his breeches and let them drop, revealing his half-erect manhood.

"No! No, stop!" I screamed, tugging at my bonds, but to no avail.

"Yes!" Valorious laughed. "Squirm, my pretty! There is no escape. Your writhing will only make it more enjoyable for me!" He placed a palm on my naked ass and I felt terribly cold: for the first time as I realized that I was truly terrified of him.

"Please," I begged, shaking my head desperately. "Please, don't-"

He used his other hand to guide his cock to the folds of my brand new pussy.

I heard Princess Eilonwy scream as the terrible creature from the black pond had its way with her. She who I had come to rescue was now witness to my own terrible fate.

"No!" I cried.

The mad sorcerer laughed, pushing the head of his cock into me. Then he started pumping deeper and deeper into me. Against my will, I felt myself growing wet, making his passage easier and easier. I moaned helplessly, twisting in my bonds, trying to escape his foul, diseased touch, but helpless to escape and helpless to resist the feelings of my new body.

"Oh, please- oh, please!" I gasped as fucked me.

Was it a plea or him to stop or go on - even I did not know by then. A terrific heat was growing in my loins as he fucked me, growing, flowing through my body and filling my mind so I didn't know what I wanted any more. I could only beg and plead as thoughts of escape were forced from my mind until I would do anything for Valorious that he might do to fan the flame that was overwhelming me.

He grunted with every stroke as he drove deeper into my body. I moaned, wiggling around the shaft of his stiff cock that filled me completely. Then he stiffened and stopped thrusting. He grabbed my long hair and pulled, making me cry out in pain. Then his cock pulsed inside me, pouring his hot seed deep into my womb.

Then I lost control. The fire burning within me bloomed, raging through my ravaged body. With his hot cum still spurting into me, I orgasmed. My hips shuddered and I screamed as raw pleasure overwhelmed any vestige of thought I had left.

"Mmm! You're good!" I faintly heard the Sorcerer Valorious say. He gave my ass a loud slap I barely felt through the haze. "I should keep you," he went on. "I need a good whore, but then I wouldn't have the pleasure of killing you," he paused. "Oh, well. I can get more whores."

He cut me loose from the altar, then threw me to the floor. His wicked laughter rang in my ears as I lost consciousness and darkness overcame me.

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I awoke slowly, laying upon a cold stone floor. I tried to move, then stopped with a moan. A terrible ache pounded in my head and between my legs. My whole body felt wrung out, as if I had been working or exercising very hard. Then I remembered that I had been.

With another pained groan I pushed myself up and glanced around. I sat naked in the middle of a bare cell built of flat black granite blocks. A narrow wooden door with iron straps and a narrow barred grill was the only exit, and in a corner of the cell was a pile of moldy straw. Otherwise, the room was empty.

No, wait, there was something. A very peculiar adornment for a dungeon cell. A tall mirror was mounted on the wall. Curious, I rose unsteadily to my feet. Once I was sure of my balance, I walked to the mirror and stood before it, and gaped at what I saw.

I was tall and muscular - though not as tall or muscular as I was before - with a head of long black hair tumbling past my shoulders like a fall of ebony silk. I had round full breasts that stood proudly on my chest, wide hips, lean legs, and a hairless mound and pussy.

I laid my hands upon my new breasts, feeling them, gently rubbing my soft sensitive flesh. I felt peculiar, dreamlike, hardly able to believe what I was seeing. But a thrill of pleasure ran through me as I pinched my nipples, dispelling any doubt I had.

I slipped one hand down between my legs, shivering slightly as my fingers cupped my bare pussy. My eyes narrowed as I stared at myself in the mirror. I felt a hot stirring need welling up within me, a fiery turbulent need.

I whirled about and strode to the door. "Hello?" I called, pounding on it.

A Ripper From The Far Sphere appeared in the barred grill and glared at me. "What do you want?" he demanded.

My soft lips parted and I pressed my chin against the bars, "I need. . ." I said huskily, staring pleadingly at him. "I need. . ."

"Need what?" he asked.

"I. . . need. . . you," I said, then slowy backed away from the door, right hand pinching and kneeding my right breast, my left hand caressing my pussy. "I never- knew this kind of desire," I said breathily. "But now. . ." I slowly dropped to my knees, staring pleadingly up at him. "I need something. . . inside of me. . . please. . ." I gasped.

He unlocked the door and swung it open then stepped into the cell, an eager light glinting in his eyes.

"Yes!" I groaned. "After the Sorcerer Valorious, I- I never thought that it could be so-" I stopped, staring longingly at his crotch. "Just please let me- just take me; take me! Fuck me! Use me, please!"

With an eager smile he stepped forward, reaching for his belt. Then I jumped up, fist-first, and punched him in the head. The Ripper was lifted off his feet and fell back againt the wall. I grabbed him by one shoulder and chin and slammed his head against the wall several times. When I let him go, he collapsed to lie unmoving on the floor.

He had a rusty scimitar sheathed at his side. I drew it and held it in my hand, testing the balance - it would do.

I looked down at him, lying unconscious. "Dumbass," I said, and marched out.

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I slipped through the darkened caverns, seeking my way by instinct I had no conscious idea where I was, or where I had to go. But I felt instinctively that time was running out. If I was to defeat the Mad Sorcerer Valorious and rescue Princess Eilonwy, I would have to move fast.

Luck was with me. I found my way into a stretch of corridor I had traversed earlier on my way to Valorious' throne room. Turning down the familiar corridor, I strode to a final confrontation with the evil Mad Sorcerer Valorious.

Again.

I burst into the throne room a second time to find little changed. It was still the same wide dark cavern, hewn from the bedrock of the mountain, dimly light by magical flames. It still contained the same Rippers From The Far Sphere. And still the same Sorcerer Valorious.

He stood beside the dark altar where he deflowered me, towering over Princess Eilonwy who was tied upon it. She pulled helplessly at her bonds. "Save me!" she cried.

Mad Valorious whirled to face me, a dark sinister dagger held in his long-fingered hands. "So!" he hissed. "You have come to try again? You think you stand a chance against me?" he laughed. "Well, think again! For I am invoking the Terrifying Communion of Darkness!" he howled, laughing maniacally. "With all the powers of darkness as mine to command, I will rule the world! Ha, ha ha ha, ha-ha! HA ha ha ha, ha ha!"

A cold wind rose up from nowhere and whirled about the cave, whipping at exposed skin, tearing at clothes and hair. In the center of this whirlwind, Valorious turned back to the altar and raised his dagger. Princess Eilonwy twisted and squirmed.

The wind whipped at my bare skin and whirled my long hair about, stinging my skin. Whimpering slightly at the punishment this gave my back and breasts, I jumped forward and kicked Valorious in the side. He fell backward with a cry.

The Rippers From The Far Sphere moved to grab me. I quickly chopped with the scimitar and cut through the rope binding the princess Eilonwy to the dark altar.

I swung around, swinging the scimitar in a flat arc, and cutting across four of the Rippers From The Far Sphere. The rest of the cowardly unarmed creatures stumbled back, away from my steel blade.

I reached down and grabbed Princess Eilonwy by the hand. "Come on!" I shouted.

The Rippers From The Far Sphere moved out of our way as we ran for the door.

Valorious barked, "Get them!"

We ran into the corridor. Then the whole mountain seemed to shake, throwing us to our knees. A huge chunk of rock fell from the ceiling to land behind us, blocking the Rippers advance.

"Noooooo!" Valorious screamed as his magic was out of control. It began consuming him, his minions and his dark magical lair.

Princess Eilonwy and I exchanged a glance, then we jumped to our feet and began running again. We raced through the Haunted Halls, barely dodging rock shards and downfalls as the entire cavern crumbled around us.

We found the entrance and raced into the warm sunlight as the cavern we were just in collapsed, sending shards of rock and dust flying everywhere. I protected the Princess with my body.

Once I was sure it was over, I slowly untangled myself from her. "Are you all right?" I asked.

She nodded, panting for breath, not quite meeting my eyes. For the first time, I was aware of how very warm her flesh was, how soft her skin felt, pressed against mine. She glanced at me, a hooded nervous look in her eyes, but also a glint of curiousity.

"Perhaps we should find a place," she said. "To rest."

"Yes," I agreed. "To. . . rest."

We sat naked beside each other, bare hips touching as the warm sun gently caressed our dusty skin.

"After what you have experienced," I said, "you will need some care."

"Yes," she agreed, glancing at me. "You as well. Care. Tender loving care."

Slowly, I wrapped my arm across her shoulders.

She slipped a hand over my bare arm, glancing a little nervously up at me.

I gently rubbed my other hand on her bare thigh. She shivered softly, and I slipped my hand between her legs.

Her lips parted, and with a quiet gasp she leaned over and put her lips to mine.

Continued in Chapter 2

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