Wild Sorcery - Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Fate Locked in Iron

Of course I did not keep her. Not for long anyway. No longer than we needed to- eh... never mind; it’s not important.

Anyway... I soon found my way back out of the Dwarven mountains and down onto the plains heading eastward.

On my third day on the plains, I came upon a nigh-naked woman. She knelt beside a deep well, her hands pressed to her eyes and her shoulders shook as if with laughter. But as I drew nearer, I heard her sobs and realized she was crying. She wore only a tight corset, long shoulder-length gloves and high-heeled boots, all in shiny black leather, revealing her round breasts and shaven pussy.

“Why do you weep, naked stranger?” I asked.

She looked up at me with tear-streaked deep-set amber eyes. She had neck-length, curly hair the color of ripe apricots, worn in a carefully-crafted style. She had a muscular build.

“A terrible witch has turned me into a slut,” she gasped.

I thought on this, in all the tales I have heard of witches turning people into things, a kiss will return them to their original form.

“Perhaps if I kiss you, you will turn back?” I suggested.

“Oh, do you think so?” she asked hopefully.

“I don’t think trying could hurt,” I said. I knelt before her, placed my hands on her arms, then leaned forward and kissed her.

It started slowly, hesitantly, then a strange heat rushed through me. My right hand drifted behind her back, my left wrapped around the back of her head, pressing her lips harder against mine. She wrapped her left arm around my shoulder and neck, her right drifting up to cup my cheek. Our lips opened and shut around half-noised moans, our tongues twined and wound about each other. Her bare erect breasts brushed against my bodice, the twin thin layers of cloth barely holding back my own full erect breasts. Finally, we pulled away from each other, our full lips still parted. We slowly sat back on our heels.

“Well,” I said huskily after a silent moment. “You don’t seem any different.”

“No,” she agreed. “Thank you for trying, though.”

“Actually,” I mentioned. “Now I feel funny.” It was true. That same strange heat had not diminished.

“How so?”

“I feel very warm for so mild a day,” I said, a blush forming on my skin. The heat was rising, it felt so very. . . warm!

“Oh, dear. . .” she said worriedly. “I was afraid this might happen.”

“I’m just going to loosen my bodice,” I said, suiting action to word. My bodice almost sprang open at my touch and my full, hot breasts swung free.

I looked upon my new friend with a new, lusty eye, a look that she returned full form. We came together again, our lips pressed together, our  tongues glidind and twining about each other, our breasts rubbed and ground against each other, the delicious feel of our nipples brushing against each other making us moan passionately into each other’s lips.

A voice rang out behind us, “So!”

We parted and whirled about to look up at the man who had found us so. He was an armored knight, wearing a thick chainmail hauberk. He had green eyes and short, wavy mauve hair worn in a bizarre style. Over his mail shirt he wore a red and brown doublet. He stood easy on long legs, looking us over like he were a scholar and we were a thing of his to study.

“So,” he said. “The witch has done it again, has she? Well, we’ll just have to see about what’s to be done with you.”

He loomed dangerously over us. We clutched at each other, frightened of what he might do to us, but he only laughed at the looks on our faces.

“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”

We relaxed a little; not much, but a little.

He raised two finger to his lips and gave a piercing shrill whistle. A large net was thrown and landed on us, trapping us! Before we could fight our way free of it, half-a-dozen ruffians jumped out from the bushes. Before we even knew what was happening, they had bound our hands together behind us, hobbled our feet with rope and tied long leashes around necks.

“-yet,” he added.

“Hey, let us go!” my friend cried. She writhed in their hands more to stimulate herself than to escape.

“You can’t do this!” I seconded her, though the touch of these men was driving me wild.

“Yes we can, sluts!” he said with a wide grin.

“Hey, Gryl!” one of his men called. “Look at this one!” he pointed to me. “Real nice, real exotic. We could get a fine price for her!”

He was right, I suppose. I was tall and muscular, with a head of long black hair tumbling across my shoulders and down my back. I had round breasts that stood proudly from my chest, wide hips, long legs, and a bare pussy. I had never wanted for attention.

He ran a finger across that same pussy and took it away wet. “See!” he said with a laugh. “Even now, she wishes only to be fucked by us!”

And, oh, he was right! I wanted only for them to take me, fuck me, use me, anything to stoke the burning fire of need building up ever higher and higher in my veins, my breasts, my wet dripping pussy.

But they only touched us to bind us tighter. They pulled us to our feet and released our leg bonds, but tightened more ropes about our arms and torsos, winding course upon course of rope about our breasts, then marched us away, leading us to the City of Gorave, I heard a few of them say.

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They made camp late that evening as the sun was dropping behind the horizon. I and my fellow slut were re-bound, hogtied, and laid down beside each other under guard.

The third one of the slut hunters to come on watch was a very rude crude man who had stroked and teased us as we walked, driving us wild but never releaving us. He was very tall with large feet and had a lithe build. He had narrow mauve eyes and short violet hair. His outfit included huge shoulder pads. It was he who had netted us.

He paid us little attention, and I began to quietly struggle in my bonds, intent on trying to escape. After a while I managed to loosen a few of the ropes, especially those about my legs, and began to wiggle away. But as I wiggled away, the rough grass rubbed against my breasts and pussy, and I looked back at the slut hunter. By that point, I would have gotten into bed with an Ork.

I crawled over to him and wiggled up between his legs. I got the band of his breeches in my teeth and pulled them down, exposing his cock. I lowered my self and kissed his cock, then opened my lips and slowly took it into my mouth, lowering my lips down his thick engorged shaft.

“Are you escaping, or having sex?” he asked, amused.

“Pfex,” I murmured past his cock in my mouth. “Fit’s lessf Difficult.”

Continued in Chapter 21

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