Chapter 2 - Valeria Round-Heels: Chapter 2: The Lay of the Land

Valeria Round-Heels
Chapter 2

"The Lay of the Land"
by Volpone

          "Maybe you should have just gone ahead and boinked the little green putz. Then maybe they'd have dropped up back on Earth instead of ... wherever this is." Becky gestured at the dry landscape surrounding them.
          Val took exception. "Hey! I didn't see you waving your hands saying 'Do me! Do me!' You could have boinked him just as easy."
          "Sorry, I prefer to keep it within my species."
          "That's not what I've heard."
          "Mee-ow!"
          Val smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Becky. PMS... post-Martian stress."
          Less than twelve hours before, the two friends had been skinny-dipping in the warm California waves after a really satisfying round of hot sex with several of the men from the set of Becky's dad's latest movie, "Huntington Beach Hardbodies". The women had decided to take a break for a quick dip in the Pacific before returning for an encore with their studlies-du-jour.
          They never made it back to the party.
          Instead, they were abducted by three small green-skinned extraterrestrials who gave them the intergalactic version of "put out or get out". They had chosen to get out.
          Where it was that they had been let out was still a mystery, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that three moons were two too many for their native planet.
          They had been walking for about half an hour across the scrubby grassland where they currently found themselves.
          Unfortunately, their erst-while abductors had dropped them with exactly the same things they had been nabbed with, i.e., nothing. Not a stitch of clothing, not a toothpick, and certainly without any Evian.
          The last was beginning to concern them most. The terrain was dry but not so hot that they really needed water yet. It was more psychological than anything else. The landscape would have been vastly improved in their opinion by a Starbucks.
          They had been walking towards the only patch of trees that were within sight in hopes of finding a river or such to follow until they could locate habitation... if there was anyone else around. So far, they had gotten fleeting glimpses of a couple of small animals in the parched grass, but nothing had the courtesy of standing still long enough for them to identify it. Other than that (and a couple of what they thought might be birds in the far distance), the view was fairly lifeless in any human-type sense of the word.
          "You'd think they would have given us some clothes... of a hat... or something to drink... or something!"
          "Relax, Becky. We're going to be okay."
          Val was handling their predicament better than her friend, but just barely.
          "I'm just so... so..." Becky groped for the proper term.
          "Majorly pissed?"
          "Ooooh!" Becky kicked at nothing in frustration. "Those little green schmucks! Who do they think they are, abducting us?"
          "They're the ones with the spaceship, for one thing. By the way, what the hell was that whole cold metal table bit? I thought I was at the gynecologists for a minute there."
          "They did that to yo too?" Val nodded. "You'd think they'd figure you seen one uterus, you've seen 'er all."
          "Maybe it's part of the regulations for the Extraterrestrial' Union or something. You know... 'Article 15B: all abducted females must be subjected to gratuitous body cavity probe.'"
          "You saw what they really wanted to probe us with."
          "Those little green gherkin-things they had instead of dicks? Who'd they expect to satisfy with that?"
          "Probably just themselves."
          It was about this time that both of them spotted a small speck moving towards them across the plain from the direction of the trees. It didn't look quite human, but as they watched, it began to resolve itself into a mounted figure. Another couple of minutes and there was little doubt left it was a person on horseback. They didn't bother to wave or signal since it was obvious that the rider was coming straight towards them. They stopped walking and waited.
          "Don't say anything until we know what's going on."
          The robed rider reined his brown, rather sad-looking horse in as he reached the women. After sitting and examining them for almost a minute, the figure reached up and removed the fabric covering the lower half of its face.
          Since he had been riding a horse, neither was all that surprised to see that the rider was human.
          Their relief at finding that they weren't the only humans on the planet was tempered by his less than stellar appearance. If everyone on the planet looked like him, their social life was looking grim. He looked small and weaselly, with a somewhat Middle Eastern coloring. Val figured he was somewhere in his late forties. His rather unimpressive beard and mustache looked badly in need of a wash and trim.
          "You want live?" he asked in broken English.
          Both women were surprised. Of all the things you might expect a man to say by way of introduction when addressing two attractive naked women in the middle of nowhere, this was way down the list. After all, it was sort of a "duh" question, even if it was in English... sort of.
          Becky nodded. "Sure, we want to live. You threatening us?" She was used to dealing with New York cabbies, so she figured this might be the local version of "Need a lift?"
Instead of answering, he reached into his saddle pack and rummaged around a moment. He finally produced what looked like a couple of wide, grubby dog collars with long thin chains attached. Tossing them to the ground at the women's feet, he said, "You put on, I save you."
          Val looked at the collars with distaste.
          "I'm usually not into bondage this early in a relationship. Sorry." She shook her head.
          Becky seconded the motion. "We're talking a serious lack of foreplay here. Does this approach work on many women you meet?"
          A stony silence greeted their words. He probably understood little, but he got their refusal clearly enough.
          "You wear or you die."
          Val was still unimpressed. "Hardly."
          "As if," responded Becky.
          Seeing his first attempt had failed, he pulled a nasty-looking curved knife from his belt and gestured with it.
          "You wear."
          Neither woman was amused, but neither moved either.
          The rider climbed down to menace them a bit better. It backfired. He stood a good two inches shorter than either woman.
          "Wear!"
          Val might not have been the most athletic woman, or the bravest, but she had grown up in Southern California where rapists, muggers and gang members were as common as smoggy days. She and Becky had both taken basic women's self defense. It had come in handy with over-amorous suitors before.
          The rider's other hand reached out for Val's arm to seize her, but before he could, she had blocked his knife hand with her forearm, grabbed his other wrist and gave him a very basic hip throw.
          Evidently, he had never taken a self-defense class himself (if such were available... wherever they were), because he flipped over to land flat on his back with a satisfying whomp!
          He lay there, trying to regain his breath that had been driven from his lungs. As he did, Becky reached down and picked up the knife.
          "I think that means 'no', don't you?"
          It took him several moments, but slowly the rider climbed back to his feet. Making a gesture to ward off evil magic, he staggered to his horse, swung a leg up to mount, and glared at the two women.
          He spat at the ground at their feet.
          "You die here. No water."
          Both women glanced towards the trees that had been their destination.
          He saw their look and said, "Ha! No water there." He slapped the full water skin hanging from his saddle. "Here water. There," he jerked his head at the trees, "nothing. Last chance."
          Both women were feeling much more thirsty that they normally would be just because of the
conversation, but neither responded.
          "Then die." He turned his horse and slowly rode off in a different direction. Both had the distinct impression that he was waiting for them to stop him. Neither did.
          They waited until he was a couple of hundred yards off (he did check over his shoulder a couple of times to check if they were following), then Becky said, "So what now?"
          "The trees are still our best bet. At least we'll be able to get some shelter. And it's not like anything else looks more likely."
          "Hey, things are looking up. Before we had bupkis. Now, at least we got a knife." Becky held up the curved knife of the rider.
          "I'd rather have an outfit from Banana Republic."
          They trudged along for another few seconds when Becky said, "You don't suppose we might be abducted back to Earth, do you?"

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          Several hundred miles away, in his tower, the wizard Lodrick gazed into his scrying glass at the two young women and licked his thin lips. Yes... these two would do well. Young, healthy, lovely... especially lovely. They seemed to exude sexuality the way a flower exuded its scent. They seemed perfect for his needs.
          All he would need would be the proper teleportation spell. Then, when they were unsuspecting, he would slip a bit of dream root into their food. They were new to Beata and so would never recognize the distinctive taste. Then when the drug was well into their system, they would willingly agree to accept his collar. He would keep them on the weed to keep them compliant. Yes. The prospect of two such lovely and willing slaves was quite appealing. He closed his eyes and envisioned a few of the things he could have them do... things that most slaves would refuse given half a chance.
          Knowing his desires as they did, none of the pay-girls in town would accept his money any more, and those who had masters would seldom be available more than once after their owners found out what he wanted to do with them.
          These two looked as if they should last much longer that his last slave. She had not been particularly beautiful to begin, but had been far less appealing when he had used her for his pleasures for a month. Her eventual death was not unexpected, but he couldn't keep replacing slaves that way. His fees were as high as he could make them without driving away the last of his clients and he simply couldn't afford to buy a new slave each month... especially lovely slaves like these. With two, the "demands" on each should make them last much longer.
          Stroking his grey beard, he peered myopically into the glass and marveled at the lusciousness of the two... one dark, the other fair, and their bodies curvaceous and tempting.
          With a cackle, he began bustling about, gathering ingredients for his spell.
          Suddenly, he had a thought. What if they should prove stronger willed than he thought? What if the dream-root should be insufficient to make them pliable to his will?
          He paced his cluttered chamber as he thought furiously. He must be sure. Bringing them such a distance would be exhausting, so he must make certain that they would be predisposed towards him. It wound not do to be rebuffed like the fool they had just bested.
          Aha! He would weave a vision for them... a sending of pure sexuality, the kind that his clients had been known to pay quite well for. He would cast a waking dream that would make them wish to do his bidding. Yes, that would do quite nicely. He would tap their hidden desires and fulfill them... or seem to.
          He hastily brushed aside the things he had been gathering and replaced them with the ingredients he required. Humming tunelessly, he prepared to weave his deception.

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          Val blinked her eyes as she was plunged into the dim light of the windowless room.
          What had happened? Just a second ago she had been walking with Becky across a dry grassland, and now she was standing in the middle of a room which looked like a set from a low-budget Robin Hood movie. Smoky candles lighted stone walls and rough-hewn trestle tables strewn with parchment scrolls and herbs. There were several furs thrown on the floor as rugs, but the walls were largely bare except for several wall sconces holding what might have been oil lamps.
In strongly accented English, the man standing behind her said, "Good. You are safe."
          Val spun around, and when her eyes adjusted to the poor illumination, it was all she could do to keep her jaw from dropping open. There in the dimness was one of the most gorgeous men she had ever seen. He was six foot or so, with long pale blond hair, piercing blue eyes and a movie star face. No, make that a romance book cover face. His shoulders, chest and arms were perfectly muscled. Val was a connoisseur of studliness, and this guy's picture could be in the dictionary under "ohh, baby!"
          He was wearing an honest-to-god fur loincloth and an open leather vest that showed off his washboard stomach. He looked like Val's idea of a Norse god, but without the beard and Holstein helmet.
          While all of this was going on inside her head, her mouth managed a highly original, "Uh... where am I?"
          He smiled warmly and showed a lagre number of perfect white teeth.
          "You are in my home. I am Loderick... Loderick Great-heart, and I brought you and your friend here by a spell of teleportation."
          This did nothing to lessen her confusion.
          "Spell? Like in magic?"
          "Of course."
          Val wasn't sure what to think about this, except that yesterday she didn't believe in aliens... really believe. Now, she didn't have much choice.
          She decided to take things as they came. Maybe it would make more sense later. Yeah. Sure. Whatever.
          When she didn't respond, he went on.
          "It cost me much to bring you such a distance, but when I saw you in my scrying glass, I could not stand by and allow such beauty to be taken by the Badlands." Again he smiled, but it was a tired smile.
          "Hey, I really appreciate the favor. I'll be happy to pay you back as soon as I can find an ATM or something. Do you think there might be a First National branch around here?"
          He didn't understand much of what she said, but he did find the meaning. Shaking his head, he said, "It did not cost me money, although I would have gladly given all I have to save such beautiful women. The spell I used cost me a part of my life force. I shall die a bit younger as a result, but I would happily do it again."
          "Die?" This guy kept talking, but he signal kept fading out. "Like in 'dead'-type die?"
          "A year or two. Perhaps three." He shrugged it off as if he felt it was inconsequential.
          Now Val was really impressed.
          "Whoa! I've heard of good Samaritans, but you got that whole 'throw-yourself-on-the-grenade' thing down cold."
          Again he didn't understand, and this time the meaning was completely lost as well, but he could tell she was grateful. Good. If she felt obligated, she would be that much more pliable to his will.
          Then a thought occurred to Val.
          "You said you brought Becky and me here. Where is Becky?" Val was concerned about her friend, but to be honest, she was glad to have Lodrick to herself.
          "Your friend is downstairs resting. She said she was tired and wished to go to bed."
          Val was surprised that Becky hadn't dragged tall, blond and oh-so-yummy here into bed with her, but Val was never one to look a gift Hilfiger in... whatever you didn't want to look in.
          Lodrick went on. "But you must be thirsty and tired as well. Here." He poured water into a (swear-to-god) horn thing and handed it to her.
          When smiled as she took it, and even though she had a severe case of "eew" at the thought, she managed to drink from it without spitting water all over the room. Other than it tasting a little stale, it was water that was no worse than the chlorinated dreck that passed for (yech!) tap water in most beach cities.
          "Here." He wrapped a fur around her shoulders, and his faux pas concerning the drinking horn was completely forgotten as Val felt the soft, luxuriant fur. She recalled once when she'd made love to a tennis pro on a real imported Tibetan sheepskin rug. The tennis pro was forgettable, but she still missed that rug. Up until this moment, it had been the most incredible thing she had ever felt against her skin.
          This one left it in the dust.
          Looking into Lodrick's eyes, Val had a serious meltdown of the lustful type. She swore to herself she was going to boink this guy blue or die in the attempt.
          Throwing caution to the wind, she said, "You gave up a part of your life to save Becky and me. Isn't there anything I can do to thank you?" And just so that he couldn't miss what she was offering him, she let the gorgeous fur slip to the floor around her feet.
          Lodrick felt a surge of triumph, but didn't let it show. This was to prove even easier than he thought.
          Smiling inwardly, he said, "there is no need. Your life is safe, and that is thanks enough."
          Stepping up to him and putting a hand on his chest, she cooed, "No, really, I'd like to... thank you... a lot."
          Like about five or six times, she thought.
          Gazing at her, he said haltingly, as if embarrassed by the admission, "I have not... taken a lover...
for a very long time. It has been... five... no... six years."
          Val's eyes flew open n shock. Six years? With his looks? She'd heard of monks who got more action. This poor guy was lucky he wasn't a permanent fixture at the local mental motel.
          Then it struck her. She'd be his first in six years. Six years worth of sexual tension building inside him. And she was going to uncork the bottle. Suddenly, Val was hornier than she'd been in absolute ages!
          Seeing a pile of furs against one wall that must be his bed, she steered him backward onto the simple pallet. Then, as an afterthought, just before making him lay back, she scampered back and retrieved the fur he had wrapped her in from the floor, then tossed it on top of the others.
          She pushed his vest off over his shoulders (such nice shoulders!), and she said, "sounds like I'm a little more in practice. You just leave everything to me. I know what I'm doing."
          Running her hands down his arms (such strong arms!) and across his chest (such a gorgeous chest!), she kissed him on the stomach (ooh, nice stomach!) and lay down beside him as her questing fingers gently slid under his loincloth and encountered...
          Good god!
          Flipping back the simple flap of fur, Val looked at what her hand told her was there. No wonder he wore such a long loincloth. Woof! This guy had a schlong and a half! It was nice and thick and probably nine inches, and he wasn't even hard yet! Okay, he was uncircumcised, but that didn't turn Val off very much. She could get into the turtleneck thing easily enough.
          "Just relax. I've got a treat for you." She leaned over and as she massaged his impressive shaft, she licked her lips and drew her soft pink tongue up the length of him, beginning just above her fingers and continuing right up the front to the tip. She looked up to see if he was watching.
          He was.
          She repeated her lick a second time, looking into his eyes as she did, and she saw a hunger begin to grow in him. She licked up to the tip a third time, and by now he was beginning to get hard. Not just get hard, but he was actually growing. Ten inches and really thick now.
          Val decided that she had designs on Lodrick in several ways, and if hadn't had any in six years (what a waste!), he was likely going to be on a hair trigger. Premature ejaculation was most unwelcome to Val unless she caused it intentionally. So she would. Besides, after six years without, if she couldn't get him up again in just ten minutes, she'd lost her touch. It would, like, make round two that much better for the both of them.
          Having decided that, Val raised his semi-erect cock up, locking eyes with him, and she opened wide and proceeded to do her best impression of a sword-swallower. Having done this before with other penile over-achievers made it easier than Val anticipated. She felt him slide against her tongue and soft palate, and taking a deep breath, she closed her lips around him and relaxed her throat. Holding his gaze with her own, she slid her lips down further and further, making more of his sword vanish until she had taken him to the hilt.
          She held him there for several more seconds, pulsing in her throat, then slowly came back up to the tip. By the time she had finished the return trip, he was fully erect and Val was amazed to see that what she had taken down was almost a foot in length! That qualified as "too much of a good thing" to Val, but she didn't let that stop her.
          Flicking her tongue several times across the swollen head, she smiled and asked, "How am I doing so far?"
          His only response was to return her smile, slip a hand behind her head and push the head of his erection back into her greedy mouth. She chuckled as she wantonly sucked up and down more rapidly, rotating her head slightly each time her lips descended, concentrating on the first few inches as she tried to get him off.
          Going for results rather than duration, Val simply set a good, steady rhythm and did her best to make him come a quickly as she could. After six years of celibacy, she expected him to let loose quickly, but she was surprised when she didn't send him careening over the edge immediately.
          Jacking the bottom two-thirds of his cock with a smooth, rapid stroke to coax him along, she raised her mouth long enough to tell him, "It's okay, sweetie. This one's just for you. Go ahead and let go." Then she returned her clinging, slippery lips to the top several inches of his wonderful organ. She wanted to taste six years of self-denial ended in one great climax. Her tongue and cheeks caressed him expertly as Val tossed her head with that motion that drove guys crazy. Her long blonde hair swung freely around her gorgeous face as she bobbed up and down on him, her eyes smiling in open invitation.
          She stepped up the speed of her motions just a touch more, knowing he couldn't hold out much longer.
          Though he didn't make a sound, Lodrick's eyes took on a slightly feral look as he watched her sweet face hungrily feasting on his erection. The feeling of her loving lips as they adoringly wrapped around him and worked to drink his seed was beyond his wildest expectations. His body was only too happy to give her what she so clearly wanted.
          Letting the last of his self-control go, he brought up both hands and put them behind her head, drawing her closer and feeding another inch or two of his huge member to her. He flexed his hips in time to her incredible mouth, and she moaned as she felt his already swollen cock begin to thicken just a bit more as the sperm rose in it.
          Val dropped all her extra motions as soon as she knew he was to the point of no return. She pumped her hand up and down very quickly and her mouth descended in perfect time every third stroke.
          A few more seconds of this and six years’ worth of semen erupted into her grateful mouth. He came again and again as her fucked her wanton smile and Val whimpered eagerly as each fresh jet of his semen squirted against the roof of her mouth. Each time he stroked into her, he delivered another huge shot of come, and Val had to swallow his thick seed quickly to keep up.
          As she did, Val almost lost it. The flavor wasn't the salty egg white taste she expected. He tasted... sweet! He tasted as if he'd been living on a diet of cotton candy for years. She gulped the syrupy seed with relish and was happy to receive more. Six years of confectionery come, and was ecstatic to drink every drop.
          It took most of thirty seconds, but Val finally managed to drain even Lodrick's world-record capacity, and she chuckled in self-satisfaction as she pulled his slowly deflating erection from her smiling lips with a resounding "pop". His strong hand caressed her golden hair as he gazed at her in appreciation.
          Val was never one to embarrass easily, and as soon as she thought it was appropriate asked, "As you were coming, I had to notice... Are you on some special diet or something? Because you don't taste like any man I've ever had before."
          Lodrick chuckled at the lack of delicacy that delighted him, so he answered directly.
          "You are new here, and so would not know. There is an herb that grows commonly here called silverleaf. Many people chew the leaves for the taste, which is sweet and pleasant. For women, it does nothing more. For men, it... changes things. One thing it changes you have noticed. It gives a male's seed the same sweet flavor. Some women insist their lover eat silverleaf on a regular basis." He chuckled again. "It also has another effect on a man."
          "Oh?" she asked obligingly. "And what's that?"
          "It shortens the time he must wait before he can please a woman again."
          She slid a hand over and caressed the large appendage between his thighs, feeling it stir in response to her touch.
          "Ooh... I think I'm going to like this place a lot."
          Reaching for her, he said, "Let me see how much I can help you like it."
          Putting his hands on her waist, he lifted her up and onto himself so that his reviving cock lay against his lower stomach and her labia rested atop it. Then he began to move, gently rocking back and forth as she sat astride him, and the front of his penis rubbed firmly against the lips of her pussy.
          Val wasn't slow to start, and giving Lodrick such a rewarding blowjob had gotten her well primed for the main event.
          She had done a number of seventeen and eighteen year olds who had been ready again this fast, but never a man in his early thirties (which she guessed Lodrick to be) and certainly never after coming in such a huge way. But it was obvious that her gorgeous bedmate would be ready to go again in just a minute or so.
          Val was thinking she might have found the perfect man.
          As Lodrick held her wonderfully curved hips, he rocked her forward and backward slightly a few times, and the slippery labia of her eager pussy parted easily, allowing his shaft to rub up and down across the more sensitive flesh within.
          "Ooh," Val purred as she flexed her pelvis, giving him the most intimate kind of lap-dance, gladly pleasing herself at the same time.
          Instead of rushing things, Lodrick seemed content to have her slither over his impressive endowment without trying to penetrate her. She was glad to find a man with patience like this.
          Releasing her hips, he slid his strong hands up across her slender waist, up her ribs, until each hand was cupped around one of her smooth-skinned breasts. Her nipples were already erect, and as his fingers pressed the beautiful rose-colored nubs between them, Val's breath caught momentarily in her throat. He used just the right amount of pressure... not so gentle to feel tentative... not so hard to be too rough. His hands flexed and his fingers pressed into the firm flesh of her round bosom. He lifted slightly and Val gave out several quick pants of pleasure as he found her limits and pushed them just a bit further. Her hands ran up his muscular arms until they found his hands, and she showed him by her actions how she enjoyed what he was doing.
          His hands squeezed firmly at Val's marvelous breasts in time to her slithering motion, firing her pleasure so well that Val found herself just short of coming.
          Impatience finally got the better of her, and Val raised herself off of Lodrick's hips for a moment.
          She reached down, took his wonderfully slippery hunk of hard-on and aimed it properly. Then she eased herself down gradually, groaning with the incredible feeling as the head pushed its way inside her. She slid down as far as she dared, knowing that she wouldn't be able to take all of him, no matter how much she wanted to try.
          As his thick cock stretched her, pressing hard against her clitoris, the beautiful blonde from another world was reminded very strongly why she loved sex so much.
          Lodrick wasn't even halfway inside her before the first wave of climax struck her like mondo WOW!
          One moment, Val was savoring the sensation of a really nice, hard man, and the next thing she knew, she was whimpering, "Aaaah, aaaah, aaaah, aaaah!" and shaking uncontrollably as her body let loose with a fantastic orgasm. Her nipples drew up into diamond-hard points which Lodrick's fingers found and squeezed exquisitely. Her hands closed over his as they mistreated her ample chest and she sang out in ecstasy, vibrating like a tuning fork as she quaked in climax.
          It took her several moments before she had settled down from soaring as she had, but Val quickly fell into an instinctive rhythm, swiveling her hips back and forth in a sensuous dance as she gladly impaled herself on his rigid shaft. Each time she moved back, it forced his cock deeper into and hard against her amazingly receptive clit, stroking more pleasure into her responsive form. A few more strokes and Val began to bounce involuntarily on his pole as she joyfully came again.
          "Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
          Lodrick's eyes smiled as he watched Val's beautiful face transformed into an expression of sheer primal need as she fucked herself on him, lost in the world of her orgasm. Again, he marveled at the passion and willingness she showed... the talent and uninhibited lust that made her such a prize.
          When she slowed down again, she grinned down at his recumbent form and said, "For someone who's six years out of practice, you sure can make a girl feel good! Oooh!" She squeezed him tighter with the marvelous muscles of her vagina.
          Still he remained silent and smiled.
          Reaching down, she took him by the arms and urged him upright, bringing him into a sitting position so that she could press her body closely to his without having him withdraw as she continued her coital motion. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes, mashing her breasts to his hard chest.
          "Come on. With me this time."
          Her hips rocked with greater urgency, coaxing him on towards climax both with her pussy and her smiling eyes.
          Her gaze held his as they moved together, reaching out for mutual release, ans she again saw the hunger light his eyes. Val could tell he was building up again as rapidly as she was herself. His breathing began to quicken and he started to move with her, flexing and rocking just enough to help her, drawing himself firmly against the top of her slick cunt, sparking her excitement with each movement.
          Her face was inches from his, and her skin where it rubbed against his felt charged with electricity just waiting for some way out.
          It rose up from somewhere deep inside them, surging against its bounds, pushing higher and higher until it exploded from within them both. Val watched the moment arrive in his eyes, that exquisite pain turned to pleasure as his semen burst from him and fountained up within her, and she joined him as she came, her juices gushing to mix with his own. Their bodies hunched and trembled, then hunched again with each fresh spasm of sublime release that crashed through them. Val couldn't restrain herself and cried out wordlessly to the universe in rapture as she came over and over again.
          Just when she thought her pleasure couldn't get any higher, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his in a kiss...

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          Becky blinked her eyes as she was plunged into the dim light of the room.
          The man standing behind her said in an accented voice, "Good. You are here."
          Turning, the naked woman found herself looking as an absolutely gorgeous man dressed in black leather vest and loin cloth (?) made from the same material. He had longish black hair, with a short beard and mustache to match. Looking at him, Becky was reminded strongly of the guy from that series about Hercules, the bad guy/god who was so totally yummy. This guy was even a touch better looking, but had a very clear air of danger about him, like he should be a pirate or some such. He was built like he should be pictured under the definition "hunk" in the dictionary. Overall, he maxed out Becky's boinkability meter.
          Unless he turned out to be gay, Becky swore she wasn't letting out of the room unless she'd done him at least twice.
          "Where am I?" she asked, then kicked herself for such a cliche' opening.
          "You are in my chambers. I am Lodrick Dark-side. I saved you from the Badlands by magic."
          "Uh... okay." It was always best to humor the mentally unstable, especially if you wanted to have their children.
          He walked around her in an arrogant manner, looking her over from every angle as if considering purchase.
          "Yes. You might prove worth the effort."
          "Hey!" she objected. "You want to rephrase that?"
          Ignoring both her words and tone, he looked into her eyes as if reading what lay behind them.
          "You are strong."
          She didn't reply. What do you say to something like that?
          He moved closer.
          "You are strong," he repeated, "but you wish for a man who is stronger."
          With most men, this attitude would be an open invitation for a quick, "Drop dead, putz."
          But not this one.
          His eyes, his walk, his body, his complete self-confidence made her want to volunteer for anything he was into, so long as it included her. It was as if someone had reached into her psyche and chosen the man she'd be most likely to do.
          She had no idea how correct she was.
          It was probably the dangerous quality that really did it for her. She felt that anything she didn't want to give, he was fully capable of taking anyway... not that she could think of anything she didn't want to give him, but that was beside the point.
          Becky was ready and willing to be this man's kurva right now.
          Just about the time she was about to make some smart crack about just skipping the foreplay and doing it on the table there, he reached out his left arm and scooped her into an embrace that was too restrictive to aver be mistaken for a hug. He pressed her tightly to his side, and she turned her face up to him, closing her eyes in expectation of a rough, passionate kiss.
          He ignored the blatant invitation of her full lips, and reached down with his free hand and drew it up strongly between her thighs, right up against her naked pussy.
          Becky's eyes snapped open in shock and she tried to struggle away, but she might have as well not bothered. He parted her wet lower lips and two fingers of his strong hand curled up and inside her.
          She tried to struggle some more, but he pulled up strongly. He lifted up against her, his hand cupping her mound but the two fingers within pressing hard against her sensitive clit and making her breath catch in her throat, rendering speech impossible.
          "You are wet already. You cannot deny what your body says. You desire me. Very well." He produced a piece of red cloth resembling silk from the nearby table and in a moment had bound her arms tightly behind her.
          "Now you shall have me."
          He half-carried her over to a pile of furs, which was the only thing resembling a bed in the room and roughly pushed her down on top of them. She landed somewhat on her side, but the furs were padding enough so that she wasn't hurt.
          The whole scene almost had a sleepwalking feel to it. It was as if he had walked right passed all of her defenses and tapped a side of her desires the normally strong and independent woman seldom acknowledged... a part that wanted to let go of control and be well and thoroughly used as the object of a strong, attractive man's lust.
          It certainly looked like tall, dark and dangerous here could do the job.
          He knelt over her, moving close and he put a hand behind her head, his fingers wrapping into her long, black hair and he lifted her face... but not very far.
          Becky found herself at eye-level with the loincloth covering what was very obviously a quickly rising erection. With a twitch of his free hand, he swept the loincloth away, ans she was staring at what she would call a "longsky-dongsky. It was big, and close, and very, very male. It was also obviously non-Jewish, but you couldn't have everything. From her current vantage, it made her mouth water.
          Which was just as well, because Lodrick's strong hand pulled her face up until the tip was against her lips. Becky swallowed involuntarily, unable to take her eyes off his gorgeous, threatening cock.
          He said, "Now, you will please me."
          And she did.
          Giving herself over to the whole submission scene, she moistened her lips with her tongue and opened to what he was offering her. 
          As her deep red lips parted, his swelling cock pushed passed and filled her mouth with its silky firmness. Then he was holding her head and pumping his meat in and out of her obedient mouth as he face-fucked her.
          Becky'd played this scenario with other lovers in the past, but this was by far the most exciting. She felt as if she was skating very close to the edge and the risk made it irresistibly thrilling.
          She wasn't able to do much with her hands tied behind her, but Becky gladly did what she could to make him enjoy himself.
          He wasn't savage in his actions, but he was far from gentle as he held her face still so that he could use her mouth as a receptacle for his lust. His hips pumped his thick organ in and out of her lips. She existed only to service him like his personal sex-slave, and the dark-haired beauty discovered that she loved it. She gave up all control and simply let herself be possessed by him.
          He slowed for a moment, and Becky thought he might be ready to come, but she didn't feel any of the usual warning signs.
          Sure enough, he stopped pumping and just pressed forward, slowly feeding more and more of himself to her. Becky took a deep breath, then the crown of his big cock was pressing passed the constriction at the back of her mouth and he "forced" her to deep-throat him.
          Becky almost came, and she sucked for all she was worth.
          After fifteen seconds or so, just as she was beginning to worry, he began to withdraw just far enough to free her throat, and she gratefully pulled in a deep breath.
          He said, "You did that quite well. So you have earned a reward."
          The hand that wasn’t holding her head reached down and insinuated itself between her thighs.
          Wiggling his fingers, he bent the middle two fingers and slid them up into her soaked cunt, putting pressure on her erect clit in the process.
          A loud "Hmmmm!" was all Becky could manage under the circumstances with her mouth so full, but it was clear that she welcomed the treatment by the way her pussy clenched at his probing digits. He slid his fingers across her well-primed bud, each motion synchronized with the flexing of his pelvis. 
          Becky was in heaven.
          Her lips clung to his huge tool as he moved, her tongue caressing the underside of his shaft each time he pumped into her blissful face.
          Being doubly impaled was more than Becky could handle for long. The motion of his hand rubbing her most sensitive spots sent pulses of pleasure through her, quickly building until she gasped loudly around the erection in her mouth as she started to peak.
          When it was obvious that she was in the throws of an orgasm, Lodrick stopped stroking and the tip of one finger found her clit and began rubbing it in a tiny circular motion. 
          What had been building into a dandy orgasm for Becky suddenly swelled until she was literally thrashing with each contraction that swept through her voluptuous body. Lodrick held her by the hair, his prick still invading her lovely lips, and Becky kept enthusiastically sucking on his cock right through her amazing climax.
          As she continued to come, some part of her sensed a change in his rhythm, and she felt the vein in the front of his cock expand with an approaching release.
          In a low voice, he told her, "You were without water for too long in the Badlands. Here, I will give you something to drink."
          Suddenly, his cock swelled and spat a huge load of hot come into her expectant mouth. She gulped automatically and almost gagged in surprise at the sweet flavor.
          Give her something to drink was right! She swallowed just in time to have him fill her mouth again with another incredible jet of semen. The second, third, and fourth spurt were every bit as large, and as sweet. Each contraction pumped more come into her greedy mouth than most men produced in an entire orgasm.
          His finger continued to buzz her clit without let up, and Becky had no choice but to come again and again as she drank down the syrupy jizz from his wonderful shlong. She loved being stimulated at both ends like this, ans was only sorry when after a dozen or so contractions, she felt Lodrick's cock give its final spasm of come.
          His finger finally slowed, and Becky came down off the ceiling, small shudders occasionally shaking her frame as she nursed the last of the delicious sperm from the slowly deflating erection in her lips.
          Still holding her by the hair, he pulled himself from her mouth, ans she looked with longing at his glistening cock as it swung free.
          "Don't worry. You will enjoy it again in just a moment, I promise."
          His words thrilled her. She could hardly wait to see what he had in mind for her next.
          He pulled her up to a standing position though her knees were like water from her incredible orgasm... orgasms... lots of orgasms... whatever. Any way, she sagged against him some as he led her to the wall. He began to untie her, and for a moment Becky thought that the whole b-&-d scene was over, which would have been disappointing. But rather than freeing her, he retied her wrists in front of her, then bound them to a sconce that was securely bolted to the stone wall. Putting a hand to her shoulder, he pressed her down to her knees. This stretched her arms above her head, holding her upright without over-stressing her shoulders. It made her kneel in an erect manner and made her breasts jut out aggressively.
          Satisfied with the effect, he nodded and crossed to the table in the center of the room where he proceeded to pour himself a flagon of water. He drank deeply, then seemed to remember she was still there.
          Indicating the cup in his hand, he stated, "Perhaps my talented slut would like a drink."
          Not one to let a chance for a sexual innuendo slide, her eyes dropped to the impressive meat hanging between his thighs and said, "Some more of what I had would be nice." Hell, Becky would have gladly gone down on him until her lips fell off!
          "A greedy slut as well. Perhaps." He poured more water into his cup and crossed to her. He stood in front of her his flaccid penis hanging just inches in front of her but too low for her to reach without help.
          He tilted his head back and drank, letting her look but not touch. If only he were erect, he be easy to reach, but as it was, she could only wonder what he was playing at.
          Lowering his cup, he looked down at her. She gazed up at him through her dark lashes with her best "bad girl" expression, the one that she'd used whenever she wanted to promise anything a man desired.
          "You should have something more to drink."
          He took his penis in one hand and held it up slightly, then poured a trickle of water over it.
          "Your drink," he offered, and held it up to her lips.
          Gladly, Becky gratefully slurped in his limp cock.
          "Ah ah!" He pulled it out of her disappointed mouth as she began to suck in earnest. "Your drink," and again he poured a bit more water over himself.
          They repeated the process eight or nine times and he let her suck him a bit longer each time until the water was gone and he was hard again.
          By this time, Becky had decided that she would gladly play his games all day.
          Tossing the cup aside, he looked her over critically, tilting his head back and forth as he examined her, especially her ample chest.
          Finally, he reached forward and without comment or build-up, took a breast in each hand, sliding his fingers over the perfectly smooth flesh until her reached the darker eruptions at their peaks. As he did, he took her nipples between his strong fingers and rolled them around briefly until they both stood tall, then he held her by them and lifted her breasts by them, suspending a good portion of their weight by the fleshy points.
          Becky's nipples had always responded well to being mistreated, and now was no exception. His rough treatment made them scrunch up tight, the rosy halo surrounding each crinkling up into a small round mass of goosebumps. She bit her lower lip in response, but her only comment was a small whimper of pleasure.
          Using the convenient handles, he pulled her wonderful breasts towards one another, pressing the succulent globes together. Then he moved forward the extra couple of inches separating him form Becky and slipped his erection between her breasts, beginning a coital motion. He pumped slowly, using her cleavage to keep up the stimulation.
          After a couple of minutes, her nipples were feeling more than a bit sore, and she brought her head up to say, "Uh... not to spoil your fun, sweetie, but those are getting a bit tender."
          He froze, his expression a blank mask.
          "Very well," he growled, "we will do something else."
          He leaned down and put a hand behind each of her knees, then pulled them slowly out from under
her. She had just enough warning to seize the sconce her hands were bound to so that she grabbed a hold
rather than dangling by her wrists. The cloth binding her was soft enough, but hanging by her wrists
wasn't Becky's idea of a good time. When he stopped pulling, she was completely off the ground, face
up, suspended at an angle to the floor, held there by Lodrick and the sconce.
          Shifting his grip, he moved up between her thighs and put one arm under her pelvis where it met
her back, giving her much better support and him greater access. He reached down with his other hand
and aimed his shaft towards her very wet opening, then pushed forward enough to insert just the head of
his cock.
          Her cunt felt a jolt of pleasure as his sizable organ passed across it.
          She was prepared for him to continue until he was mostly buried in her tight feminine fissure, but was disappointed when he withdrew completely instead.
          After a moment, he pushed forward again, and she got the same shock of pleasure from her joy button, but again he withdrew without penetrating further.
          He performed the same enter and retreat move half a dozen times, and Becky wished he would just drive deep inside her and get it over with, but she had to admit that he had her amazingly hot and primed to go.
          Shifting his support slightly, his cock dropped down a bit until the now-slippery tip was pressed firmly against her puckered anus. Without readjusting his aim, he began to push, and Becky panicked a bit.
          "Wait! You don't mean up the aaaa...." ( the head forced it's way into the tight ring of her rectum) "aaah!" (Two inches were inside) "Aah!..." (four inches) "huh!"... (six) "huh!"... (eight) "hmmmn!"... (ten) "mmmMMMmmmm!"... (and he was buried snug to her round derriere).
          Now, Becky was far from virgin in this regard. She had taken many men by way of every orifice she could manage, many, many times, and enjoyed them all, but this made her redefine her pain/pleasure threshold. Her body tried to adapt to Lodrick's amazing girth, but the signals from her abused rectum were constantly changing from agony to ecstasy without really giving her a chance to decide which was which.
          Then, almost as an afterthought, Lodrick said, "Oh, yes. Here," and his free hand squeezed in between them, again pushing the two middle fingers of his hand into her vagina while pulling them firmly upward. This time, the angle was such that no only did they press firmly against her clit, but also managed to put a perfect amount of pressure on her G-spot as well.
          He began to pump his hips and fingers in time, and suddenly Becky's body was easily able to decide what it was feeling. She lifted her legs until they were along Lodrick's sides, giving him even greater access to her.
          Pulling hard against the curving metal attached to the wall, Becky arched her body up involuntarily as the sensations pounded at her.
          "Oh... god!.. Oh... god!.. Fuck... meeeee!!!!" Her words turned into a squeel of triumph and ecstasy as her entire frame bucked in response to the tremendous climax that coursed through her nerves.
          Lodrick seemed willing to oblige her request. He thrust with quick, rough strokes, withdrawing slowly, only to return with a strong jabbing motion, stretching her poor southern hole as he almost savagely fucked her up the ass. Looking down on her, he hungrily watched how her full, round breasts with their dark, engorged nipples shook and wobbled with each new assault. Her lovely face that had so eagerly, joyfully swallowed his seed was again a study in ecstasy. Her eyes were closed tight and her lips parted, pursed as they gave out an unending series of high moans as she came over and over.
          Lodrick asked, "My lovely whore likes this, does she?" and he gave a particularly forceful thrust, making Becky cry out as the jolt of pain and pleasure shook her and made her orgasm spike yet again.
          "Eh?" Again the violent thrust, and again she cried out. Each time he spoke, he punctuated it with another thrust. "Nothing to say?... No?... Perhaps... my lovely... slut... would like... another... gift?"
          Each thrust was a bit more violent than the last, and Becky almost passed out as she came with a violence matching the savagery of his motions.
          Somewhere in the back of her consciousness, Becky felt the change on his rhythm, and then he was coming. But she didn't care. She just didn't want her ecstasy to ever stop.
          He continued to stroke into her again and again, and Becky was sure from the feel that this time Lodrick's load must have been even bigger than his first, as impossible as that might seem. 
          Somewhere during the violence of their gyrations, the cloth binding Becky's wrists to the wall sconce came loose enough for her hands holding on to be the only things keeping her in position. By now, her shoulders were against the cold stone of the wall, and so as he came with her, some instinctive need made her let go the sconce and hook her wrists behind his neck, pulling her face up to his. As their faces came close, she mashed her lips to his in a savage kiss...

************

          ...Val kissed Lodrick...

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          ...Becky kissed Lodrick...

************

          ...and he kissed like a gagging goldfish. There was no passion, no technique, no nothing. It was, without a doubt, one of the worst kissed she had ever experienced.

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          Suddenly, like a splash of cold water, Van and Becky were standing in the midst of the same dry grassland they had been walking through before their "encounter" with Lodrick.
          As they stood there, not moving, not looking at each other, just staring ahead towards the group of trees that was their immediate destination, Val said, "Becky?"
          "Yeah?"
          "I got a confession to make."
          "Yeah?"
          "We're standing in the middle of nowhere, doing nothing, and I just came all down my leg... big time."
          "Yeah? Me, too."
          "Oh."
          "Yeah."
          They continued to stand there.
          "Val?"
          "Yeah?"
          "Did something weird just happen to you?"
          "Oh, yeah."
          Their conversation lapsed again. Still they stood.
          "I guess we should get going."
          "Probably."
          Val finally looked at Becky. Her raven-haired friend looked normal, but the inside of her thigh glistened wetly and her nipples were extra dark and crinkled. Her breathing was still deep, making her shapely chest rise and fall regularly.
          Becky looked at her friend in return. the blonde showed the same obvious signs of enthusiastic sexual activity.
          "Val?"
          "Yeah?"
          "Was he good?"
          "Oh yeah. At least, right up until the end."
          "Mine, too."
          "Oh."
          With a deep breath, the shook of their lethargy and slowly began walking towards the trees, although Val noticed Becky seemed to walk a little... funny.

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          In his tower, the true Lodrick's bent form scuttled around rapidly, bustling in preparation for his teleportation spell.
          "Damn, damn, damn!" Why did women always want to kiss? He could manage the rest easily. 
          He could tap into their hidden desires and weave the best erotic vision of any wizard on Beata, but the kissing always ruined it for him. He just couldn't do it convincingly.
          Still, not all was lost if he acted quickly. If he brought them through now, and with the aid of a glamour spell to make them see what they had pictured in their dream, he still might collar them both.
          Hmm... Better use the dream-weed to make sure.
          Herbs burned, smoke swirled, words were chanted, and lights danced within the miasma of sorcery. The chanting grew louder and louder, until with a final command, a bright flash detonated in the middle of the room.
          As the smoke cleared, Lodrick eagerly stepped forward to discover... two immature chickens standing confusedly where his two marvelous, willing women should have been. One began pecking idly at the floor in search of bugs.
          Looking into his scrying glass, he saw only his haggard, homely face. His scraggly beard was now a sooty blue.
          "Shit! I hate it when this happens!"
