<nametag:rook> 2015 story:003

Okay one more shot at Xera. Trying something different going with a breaking the fourth wall character and see if that makes for some interesting stories. In this version Xera knows she is a character in a sword and sorcery story. She knows we the audience are watching her, and she knows we are a bunch of horny perverts who want nothing better than see her sexy teen ass monster raped. I am keeping Xera as Xera Knight-Ley and as a young teen girl in our world and time who has a bracelet that in our time once she placed it upon her triggered her Aphrodite gene lusts and some of her enhanced powers but also acts as a suppresser to those lusts as long as she wears the bracelet. If she takes it off her lusts build and build until she is reduced to a nymphomaniac. Leaving the bracelet on represses her lusts to an almost manageable level but it also means she can be teleported into the lands of sword and sorcery. Other than that I am changing a few other things and seeing what happens. So here we go!

ALL THE HAND CAN HOLD

Xera Knight-Ley ( her last name being her feminist mothers insistence of her fathers last name Knight and her mother’s last name Ley) paused and adjusted her large Korean war surplus coat about her as the snow fell with an almost typewriter report upon her hood shrouded head. The wind hissed the hard brittle flakes upon serpentine tongues and the cold flat air was cut in shreds oozing moans and boney ice hands rattled at windows and doors and sealed shut anything that refused its admittance.

Xera pulled shut the oversized hood in front of her face leaving only a periscope slit of fur by the heavy cord drawstrings and held it fast with a pair of gloves over which she wore a pair of mittens as well and battered her way through the angry storm leaning forward and staggering about when the ceaseless winds would suddenly cease letting her stumble only to then blow again turning her stumbles into skid upon the city’s snow packed into ice side walks. The young girl picking her self up from her fourth knee banging fall decided that was enough fun and inched her way into an alcove between two brick shops. It was a little too narrow to be called an alleyway proper and was packed with snow from the previous three blizzards which had hammered the city for the past week. But it was out of the gale force winds and she pressed back half crawling up the sharp incline of the snow pack breathing heavy and tired and thankful for a moments rest from the wrestling match against the storm which she was losing desperately.

“Thirty bellow wind chills. I am most defiantly not going to school tomorrow! I should have really not stayed for rehearsals today!” Xera wanted to be a playwright but found herself building sets and sewing costumes for the schools upcoming rendition of a great classical work ‘THE MOUSE TRAP’ which she and every other writer thought to be absolute shit but never the less continued to be performed by high school students along with dozens of other such works of appalling virtue-less works of pallid tapioca crap that both audience and actors pretended was wonderful. That Xera’s high school offered painting back drops and sewing costumes as their only ‘education’ for a student who wished to be a playwright was typical of the devastation the republican party had done to the public school system and once they got their claws upon the affordable care act medical schools would be offering ‘Bible studies’ to would be surgeons in lee of say the slightly more adaptable ‘quilting’ which would be the principle course of would be car mechanics.

Xera eyed the chrome tarnished sky swirled with oily street lights and tattered bruised shudders of the dying sun sunk into a murk of purple and pale blue. “Can you see me?” She whispered her thick pillow lips chapped from the numbing cold. She felt the strange warmth of the slim bracelet around her right wrist and furrowed her brows as she remembered the day the old man had clamped it upon her slender forearm. She had been invited to a party. A party full of rich old men. There was dancing and champagne oh so many cases of champagne. She had a wonderful time and as a gift for her attending and being so lovely the old man who had invited her had given her the odd bracelet. Snapped it over her wrist.

That’s when everything had changed. The bracelet looked so lovely so slender and elegant but it had awoken something in her, soon after placing it upon her wrist her body had changed. Her perky pointy B-cups had swollen up to full firm double DD cup breasts upon her skeletal rib cage and her whisper thin waist now sat perched above a full round pert haughty bubble butt. Her long limbs seemed even longer and her bony legs were now more shapely. But more than the sudden change from a cute thin girl into a centerfold sex bomb with a super model face she had found her lusts had blossomed if not exploded within her as well. She was ALWAYS horny. ALWAYS. She found she often had to flick her bean several times a day just to keep her wits about her. This had made her a master of the secret sly hand that would slip under her desk and up her skirt where she would have already cut the crotch out of her leggings. As her finger tips danced and she pretended to study she would fight the need to moan and squirm as the desperately needed orgasm raced against the period bell.

But it was when she took off the bracelet that things got out of hand. The bracelet which had seemed to awakened her lusts now suppressed them. As horny as she was it was nothing compared to the nymphomania that rushed over her in gradual waves the moment she took the bracelet off her wrist. She became a cock hungry whore just hours after slipping it off her arm. By necessity she needed to keep the bangle upon her at all times. This in turn had a duel effect. By keeping the bracelet upon her wrist her lusts were suppressed to an almost manageable state. But by keeping the bracelet upon her she was subjected to ‘THEIR’ whim!

The change in her body that the bracelet had triggered had come with a surprising increase in her agility and strength and endurance and most notably in healing. Her thin limbs had struggled to pick up her book bag at the end of the school day and gym class had been a sure horror, but now she could run laps around the fastest girl in her school even with her new found huge breasts her healing powers quickly repaired the burst blood vessels such a jog could mean to a young woman with her build in seconds, cuts, scratches, also healed up in minutes instead of days. Which was very helpful because despite her increased agility that now let her do cartwheels and back flips which she could never have managed before, she was still quiet the klutz!

Xera could now lift up a seventy pound weight in each hand, which while not exactly in the caliber of a line backer it was still far beyond anything she could have managed before; and while she did not seem to lose any of her increased powers or beauty when she took off the bracelet none of this compared to the powers or charms she now had when she ‘teleported!’

That was the curse of the bracelet aside from making her a horny slut! It would suddenly start tingling and she would feel the on coming rush of a HUGE orgasm. This thing was a mind-melting pussy-gushing punch-drunk strands of drool down to your toes off your dopey grinning chin climax. A super nova in her womb go bomb orgasm. It always caused her to black out for a few seconds from the sure power of the thing and when she awoke she would no longer be in her world or her time. She would wake up dazed in post orgasm dizziness and staggering around for several throbby seconds. She would be naked except for the bracelet. Nothing inorganic seemed to survive the teleport except for the bracelet. And no matter how much time she spent in that other place she would return just seconds latter after she had left her world. Again dazed by the tsunami orgasm that had teleported her back and again naked.

That naked bit was a pain in the ass and she had learned very quickly through trial and error that it was vital for her to shed as much of her clothing as possible once she felt the huge orgasm approaching so she would have something to wear when she came back a few seconds after she had vanished. That would include her glasses and watch or whatever jewelry she might be wearing. She could usually fight against the teleport orgasm and delay it for a few minutes letting her find a discreet location to disrobe before the blast took her away. But sometimes it could hit her like a ton of bricks especially if she had not kept her own normal horniness down by masturbating regularly. That added to her angst because she knew once her ‘adventure’ was over and she was teleported back she would be back where she had been snatched from only a few seconds latter naked, orgasm dazed, and now with no clothes or glasses thus leaving her with blurry vision and a desperate need to find something to cover herself with!

It was in this other world that the strange bracelet really came into its own as she did as well. For whenever she woke up from the teleport orgasm in this other world her already sexy body was enhanced even further; her double DD cup breasts became whooping double JJ-cups and jutted out on her thin body with almost gravity defying tingling jiggling energy! She was even taller in this other world topping six feet in her bare feet and her limbs seemed even more lithe and sinuous. Her shoulder length hair would now be cascading down her back and her increased powers of strength and agility and healing and endurance where even more pronounced. But here there was a catch or a trade; for in her world if she took off her bracelet she steadily devolved into a wanton whore, a sex maniac, but in this other world taking off the bracelet did not increase her sexual lusts beyond their already heightened state when she wore it back in her world. What it did instead was remove all her extra enhanced powers reducing her down to the increase of powers she held back in her own world. Besides she needed the bracelet to teleport her back to her own world which it seemed to do almost randomly!

And here was the bane of the bracelet. For the old man and his cronies who had invited her to that party seemed to not only control it but could watch her! She knew they could watch her because the bracelet would often speak to her and tell her what she needed to do in order to be allowed to be teleported home. She was their play thing! And it grated and infuriated her, but she was powerless in face of it all. If she removed the bracelet in her own world she would end up raping every man and woman on the planet! She thought of the time she had taken it off for a short time and that embarrassing incident with the buss load of Japanese tour ousts! Ugh!

What Xera did not know was if they could see her all the time or just when they activated the bracelet and sent her to that other world? The young teen girl looked up at the sky and glared at the pall of snow and sleet and howling wind, “Can you see me?” She wore bulky clothes to hide how much her body had changed in the last few weeks but oversized sweaters and layers of t-shirts could do little to hide her bra burster jugs or her pert round backside from every peering eye. In fact she was increasingly aware that she was now excreting some kind of sex pheromones in such large powerful quantities that it caused anyone she spent more than a few minutes around to become increasingly aroused. In her world it was an incipience she could sometimes use to influence others to her benefit but in the other world it was so powerful that it worked as a life saver. All the strange weird things that populated that other world all wanted to have sex with her rather than eat or kill her and she was okay with that; well to a certain degree at least.

Xera did not think the old men could see her in her world. They never talked to her through her bracelet until after she had popped her cork and woke up in that other world. And they never talked to her after she popped her cork in that other world and returned to her own world. But she did know that they watched her in the other world. Because they controlled much of went on in that world. They seemed to have some powers of creation in that world and they had populated it with just about every twisted perverted sexual monster that one could think of and slurred it into some kind of over all sword and sorcery fantasy realm. Other than watching her being brutally raped again and again by massive dicked monsters and plants while they no doubt jerked their withered tiny cocks she could think of no real reason for what they were doing to her. Though she had recently started to guess that she was being used as a sort of ‘plumber’ to fix the various leaks that were springing up with increasing regularity in their fabricated world. For every time she found herself in that other world they would always have some mission for her to accomplish before they would pop her cork and let her come back home. Though they were never very forthcoming with their information about these missions or why she had to perform them she had began to think that they were not simply devices in which to put her into perverted situations and jerk off while she got her poor teen pussy hammered throughout them. No there seemed a sense of urgency at times; though that said they did seem to spend a lot of time just running her through her sexual paces and it grated her feminist nature to be so abused and helpless to do anything about it. To be the play thing of rich old bastards was too much but what was she to do? She had tried to find the large country mansion where the party that night had been held but there was only a pond there now?! And she could find none of the old men in her world that had been at that party. She had searched the city and the internet again and again. And she dared not tell anyone of her predicament; not her mother who taught feminist studies majors at the college or her father who taught in the archeology department as well as worked at the museum or even her younger sister Sunny or any of her friends! She was helpless and alone and the subject of the lusts of an audience of perverts as well as her own twisted lusts!

Xera tried to feel her numb face and decided it was time to leave the shelter of the niche which felt like a refrigerator and enter the bracing freezer its self. The teen had not gone far when as if in answer to her long and lingering thoughts of the warm bracelet upon her wrist she suddenly felt the onset of its building teleport orgasm?! A large shiver of fear went through her as she yanked her hood down and started to look wildly through the blinding snow for a place to hide and rip off her clothes! There was nothing! The city street was almost deserted with only a few other lone figures struggling against the winds and snow this way and that. No traffic was moving but could be distantly heard on the other side of canyon like buildings. She was in an area of mixed commercial and residential properties. Apartments over shops sat next to apartment buildings and a few scattered brownstone houses. In a groaning moaning panic Xera rushed to the nearest open shop. Though it was only six a clock most of the small shops had closed down due to the storm and many people had left early before the worse of it hit. Xera found herself staggering through the glass and metal door of a connivance store full of groceries and sundry supplies and slammed in just a few sprinting lurching strides into the locked bathroom door at the back of the small shop. She moaned again and her knees slammed together as she fought against the orgasm that was building like a Saturn rocket slowly melting its launch pad as the boosters ignited. She raced back up to the front of the shop where the surprised pimple faced teenage cashier put down his gameboy and raised an eye brow at her.

“Need-to-use- your- OH GWAD!” Xera felt the suicide dynamo twist and turns of the orgasm reaching critical mass. Once the bracelet started its teleport orgasm there was no way to stop it. You couldn’t wrench it off no matter how hard you tried. Xera realized she wasn’t going to make it. There was no way this wretched braces wearing dumb ass was going to give her a key to the bathroom and she reach it and unlock it and close it behind her before her pussy bomb went off! She felt the shudders start that wracked her body as the little pre-orgasms each as powerful as she could ever toy out of her cunt began to roll like waves over her helpless body. Her eyes rolled back into her head as drool exploded out of her mouth her breasts heaving with every sudden locking gasp. She tore off her glasses and tossed them with jerky movements upon the glass counter in front of the teen boy who she recognized with horror as being in her eight period class and tried to reason to herself… ‘I just need five maybe six seconds. I can do this! Just five seconds and I will be right back here. Back from the other world… naked!’ Xera began to wrench off her large parka and kick off her boots. She threw the parka over the startled boys face who had gone from bemused to concerned to scared to angry before the coat had swallowed him up whole. Xera began to pull her t-shirt over her head and then realized she had the coat off that could cover her naked tits when she came back she needed pants! She left the t-shirt and started kicking off her boots. ‘Only her and the nerd cashier in the store good!’ she kicked off her boots which smashed into small carousel display stands of chips and magazines and she yanked at her jeans. Too late! The explosion had begun. Desperate and almost crying with both intense pleasure and frustration Xera punched the boy as hard as she could who was about to uncover his head sending him falling backwards with a loud crash behind the counter as the teleport orgasm turned her to a gooey creamy hot mess and sent her collapsing to the ground with her jeans pulled down just far enough to expose half her opulent ass cheeks where a rooster tail geyser of warm sticky cum shot out soaking her pants and the toppled magazine rack. Xera came. She climaxed and passed out.

When Xera awoke a few seconds latter she was naked and dazed and she tried to force herself up to her unsteady feet as fast as she could. She was panting and her eyes refused to focus at first before the blurriness passed and she staggered about trying to stand in one place. Her pussy was still dripping and Xera noted how thick and luxurious her pubic hair was. She kept her snatch shaved bald back in her world but like the hair on her head she always awoke to a heavily over grown crotch. She always wondered why her legs were always hairless and her armpits were shaved smooth? The reason of course was because of the perverts. The old men who made all the rules in this world. In this world a woman could have long flowing silken thick hair and a thick patch of public hair and no arm pit hair or hairy legs. That was the kind of contradictions that were bluntly ignored in this place.

One of the first things Xera would do when she found a blade and some water would be to shave her snatch. She did it just to piss them off. She wondered where they had brought her this time. The voluptuous teen looked around her taking in her surroundings by a filter of layers; first she looked for anything large and dangerous and then she looked for things small and dangerous. There were always plenty of both those things to make any other sensory information utterly irreverent. Xera was momentarily confused to find neither in her immediate surroundings and wondered if she should be relived or worried. She opted for worried and took in another sweep of the area.

There wasn’t much to the area to take in; she was standing as usual upon a stone dais. A flat series of stone circles stacked upon each other in increasing smaller sizes creating a raised platform about six fee or six disks above the ground. She always seemed to ‘arrive’ upon one of these stone cake risers though she had not yet deduced why?

The ground the pancakes of stone slabs stood upon sat upon was rocky and weedy. It was an outcropping of rock that seemed to have only one purpose to lead up a short set of steps to a large wooden door which was set into a stone wall.

Xera sneered, “What perverted thing have you got for me behind that door you bastards? Something with a dick the size of a telephone pole if I know you lot by now! Well find yourself another girl to jerk to! I told you last time that I am sick and tired of your disgusting game! I quit you hear me?!” There was a low grow from somewhere in the dark around her and Xera quickly recoiled back to the far side of the stone platform. It may have been a game to them but everything in this world was real and nasty to her. She could die from a fall or a fang just as readily as she could back in her own except that this world had been made full of falls and fangs where her world had spent centuries de-falling and de-fanging its self by heroes with bows and swords and schmucks with hammers and pitchforks.

Xera began to tap on the bracelet rapidly, “Hey I am serious here! Can you hear me! Are you there?! I know you are watching me, you dirty bastards and I know you can talk to me! So just zap me back home! It’s a school night for fuck sake! I know I will end up right back in that store just a second or two after I left it stark naked and cumming like a freight train but the two or three weeks you are going to keep me here in that second or two of time is still a lot for a girl you know?! I mean the nerd is going to see me naked and covered in drool and my cum isn’t that humiliating enough for you? Just send me back! Alright well fuck you then! Just fuck the lot of you! See if I play by your rules anymore!”

Xera scowled at the large ponderous door. The platform she was on had been set at the end of a finger of rock jutting out in front of the door. Other than the door there was no where else to go. But one thing Xera had noticed over the weeks of her time and the months of this worlds time was that there seemed to be something working if not against the will of the group of horny old men than at least apart from them. Some one or something was putting options there for her where the group would have put none. She was a very clever girl and she was getting the knack of finding these ‘verging paths’ with each passing time she spent in this perverted world.

“Ah-ha!” Xera pointed and smiled. There past the lip of the pointed jutting stone ledge was another mostly hidden ledge just a few yards drop bellow her. She could see it lead to an iron gat set firmly in a cave mouth. “Another path! I don’t have to take your stupid wooden door then.” Xera wiggled her bracelet upon her thin wrist to make sure it was sitting tight as she would need her ‘otherworld’ enhanced powers to survive such a drop down to that lower ledge.

Xera paced the lip of the cliff and eyed the ledge and the iron gate door. It was closed and through the narrow bars she could see the inky darkness beyond. She was able to see the ledge and door because of the spilling of light from the two torches that burned in brackets aside the large wooden door sitting at the short path leading form her dials. Xera walked up to the large wooden door and pressed and ear to it. “Definitely some scratching and heavy breathing coming from in there,” she strode to the side of the door and wrenched one of the burning torches free of its metal bracket and returned to the lip of the ledge directly over the area where the lower edge seemed to extend out the farthest and thus offering the most target to drop down upon.

Xera paused again for though there might be a force that was trying to give her alternative routes or make sure she had some supply of items that would let her bypass one of the many perverted rapes or sex traps that the old men seemed to giddily set for her upon the path they dictated; there also seemed that the old men were aware of this other will than their collective own and they would make sure to place at least some perverted bit there as well. Xera looked carefully around her being mindful that the time the torch would burn and give her light would by no means follow any kind of real sense and be subject to the whim of the old men. Still there seemed some kind of rules these men followed or maybe they just could not re-do something very easy once they set everything up in place and dropped her with cum slicked thighs into the middle of it? The teen girl remembered one time she had plucked a torch off a wall that the old men had obviously meant to remain there lighting the way without end and she had carried that torch for the better part of a week in this other world and it had never burnt out. The old men did not make the same mistake twice though and she realized that in order to spur her on and through the wooden door the torches would no doubt burnt themselves out and gutter soon. Then she would be in pitch blackness for she could see no sky around her; the finger of rock and the door had been set in an isolation of inky black. There would be no dawn here, no moon, no light other than the torches; they had made sure of that.

Xera shrugged and with torch in hand held out away from her long locks of perfect flowing hair she made her leap and dropped down onto the lower ledge. Nothing sprang at her and she was not too surprised to find the corpse of mummified traveler laying hidden from above under the jutting finger of rock. She quickly searched the poor unfortunate and found a metal shield and a short sword. Everything else had been rotted away by time, or the will of the old men who no doubt were fuming she had not opened the wooden door and got her sexy naked ass raped!

The plucky teen now saw that the ledge she was on lead around in two directions. It dead ended in the metal grill door that was set in a cave mouth and which she had seen from the ledge now out of reach above her, but it also wound around the jut of rock and continued on disappearing in the dark as a very narrow pathway. The pathway looked long and torturous. Xera decided on trying the nearby gated doorway first. It was locked?! There was no key hole set in the door but it was held firm no doubt by a bolt on the other side which even her great enhanced strength could not break. “Gloom pathway it is then,” Xera shrugged and turned her way back along the narrow edge.

It was while she was in the awkward situation of trying to work out if it would be better to press her boobs up against the rock wall and fear falling to her death by their sheer size forcing her upper body too far out over the black abyss to cause her to topple or pressing her bubble butt up against the stone wall and having it force her lower body to jut out and with the added weight of her heavy huge breasts pulling her away from the wall to send her toppling to her death; when the old mend decided to finally talk to her. The bracelet sparkled and she heard their harsh whispering voices as one of them, the one who had invited her to the party and placed the bracelet upon her wrist she was sure of it! Began to address her in his fatherly monotone.

“I see you have decided against the door, then. Very well. I am not sure you will find that path a better choice. In either case you need to ‘return an item’ that has been taken from its rightful heir. Do this and you will be returned and try not to shave your beaver this time or we will return you to your world with a bald head and no eyebrows. Have a pleasant stay.”

The bracelet stopped sparkling and the tingling throughout her pussy and tits mellowed back down to their normal horny teetering on the brink of orgasm firestorm. That it was obvious that the old men had stopped their transmission meant nothing to Xera who began shouting at them from her awkward positing clinging to the rock wall her toes barely holding on to the narrowest section of the path she had traversed so far as she struggled to reach the point just beyond where it widened again. “You fucking decrepit bastards! You pinkie prick weasel fucks! I’m going to-” Xera sobbed for a second before calming herself. “I am going to find you some day and make you all pay for this shit.”

Xera made it to the place where the ledge widened back out without losing her torch or falling to her death and breathed a deep sigh of relief. “I bet half you old cancer fucks blew a wad over all those spread eagle stretching I had to do jus then. Pricks.”

She knew that some of the old men must have climaxed as she had stretched her body wide helplessly clinging to the rocks because whenever they climaxed they rewarded her with a fresh sense of energy and a small orgasm would ripple through her body as well as some tangible reward. The tangible reward was lying suddenly right up ahead though Xera was certain it had not been there before; it took the physical form of a small snoring man.

It was utterly incredulous that a small man would be taking a nap upon a narrow ledge in the middle of a black abyss but that was the way it was in the other world. Xera whipped the drool from her lips and chin and her pussy lips as the small delicious orgasm rippled away and left her feeling fresh and wonderful. She cleared her throat and cautiously approached the snoring man. He was about four feet in stature or so she would guess as he now sat with his back against the rock wall and his legs dangling over the ledge his head sunk upon his chest as he slept blocking any further progress past him. He wore rumpled clothes of home spun cloth and a felt peaked hat all of a mix of ludicrous colors and his pack which rested next to him on the side opposite of her had a lit lantern upon it which Xera eyed and bit her lower lip even as her own torch sputtered and went out.

“Of course.” Xera tossed the spent useless torch over her shoulder where it vanished in the dark and cleared her throat again. “Excuse me… sir?! You seem to be blocking the road as it were.” she still had the dagger like three foot stabbing short sword and the small metal shield which she held both before her as suddenly the man woke from his sleep fitfully squirming all around so much so that Xera became very concerned over his knocking the back pack with its attached lit lantern over the lip of the ledge and to a lesser degree himself as well.

It had not been easy to make her way across the cliff face on the narrow path while holding a sword, a shield, and a torch but she had somehow managed it and the young girl was now understandably exacerbated that in her clutching and grabbing of the small man to keep him from plummeting to his death that she had some how managed to drop and lose both her stabbing sword and shield. But she managed to keep the man from falling off the ledge and managed to gather him up to his feet though he seemed to need to sink his fingers and face deeply into her huge breasts for a considerable time before he seemed to feel secure enough to let go of her breasts and buttocks however reluctantly. Xera was just happy he had not kicked the backpack and lantern over the edge and she simply bit her lip at his on going groping as he seemed to lose his balance again and again and felt the need to steady himself with a finger tip grope in her ass or pussy.

Still a girl has her limits and she firmly pushed the small man from her with a stern monotone, “I am glad you are safe.” To his repeated chorus of thank you and out clutched dancing spread fingers. She continued to hold him at arms distance; though that proved scarcely at boobs distance, until he realized the touchy feely party was over and he calmed down.

“I am Molecat. A humble procurer of rare ore stones. I was making my way through the Under Shadows abandoned mine short cut to the Bolt Hole mines and their offices when I became er for want of a better word lost. I am afraid I am nearly out of all provisions especially beverages… “ His eyes glazed over as he eyed her enormous jugs and Xera stiffened her arm again to keep his watering mouth with its hairy smacking lips at bay/

“Hold on there tiger. Sounds like you want to make a trade of some kind, eh?” Xera raised an eye brow and smirked at the little man. “Well as it has it I could be in for a little bartering myself. I take it there’s not much of interest in the way you just came,” she nodded past the small man. “But there’s a locked door back the way I just came. Let’s see if you can get that door open for me and provide me with…” she nodded smiling at the lantern, “some light and I think I have what you need to slake a thirst.” Xera let go of the man and grabbed both of her huge firm jugs sinking her fingers deep in the warm watery yielding flesh and pinching her nipples as she juggled them until droplets of milk appeared. She sucked one of her nipples and raised a mischievous eye brow, “yummy!”

Xera thought the small man might just faint dead away as she suckled upon her own breast and go keeling over the cliff side edge but instead he staggered in place and nodded rapidly. Xera smiled and lead the way back to the metal barred cave. She had been able to lactate ever since that damn bracelet had been clamped on her wrist and she was forced to deal with her swollen milk encouraged udders ever since! Still she was amazed how many men in the other world were willing to trade her useful things for her milk?!

The small man eyed the lockless door and then with a grunt pushed a stone protrusion near by and the thing simply snapped open on whining hinges. Xera cursed under her breath and demanded the lantern and the tin of oil for it and the small man did so without any qualms. He replaced his lost lantern with a small helmet that had a small stone set upon its crown that burned with a bluish bright light. “A miner’s helmet! That’s ten times more valuable than an old oil lamp!” Xera cursed her bad luck but obediently got down on her knees and let the thirsty man suckle on her great jugs. “Wow you really are thirsty aren’t you? Hey, is that a little boner you just slipped between my tits?! NO TITTY FUCK! UGH! OKAY YOU CAN TITTY FUCK BUT I WANT SOME MORE TRADE IN RETURN?!”

He blew quiet the nasty little wad all over her chin and neck and she felt the her own small orgasm and new refreshing energy as some of the old men showed their pleasure at the transaction. “Okay you got a little extra there my short friend now pony up with some more goodies or you’ll end up like that guy over there!”

The dopey smiling small man noticed for the first time the carcass of the dead man lying under the cliff overhang and his smile fell away and was replaced by an anxious worried look as she quickly began to rummage through his back pack. “Now, now no need for that! How about-” But she cut him off with a sour look and continued tossing things over her shoulder as she looked for something worthy of having ball snot sneezed all over her throat and chin. She paused pulling out a rag and used it to wipe off the sticky man goop and then noticed that the rag was an animal skin map.

“What’s this then?” Since the old men constantly kept changing the other world between her visit’s a map was utterly useless unless of course it was made by them to be useful or made by that other party who seemed to be trying to help her with mixed results.

“Oh that. Well it was supposed to be a map of the Under Shadow mines but its practically useless as the passages keep seeming to change. But practically useless is a relative term,” he was cautiously gathering up his tossed things. “I mean if you want we can call that a fair trade and have at it. I would of course be loath to part with such a valuable piece of property for a mere titty fuck but if you were willing to say see your way to a blowjob or-”

“I will take it and this,” Xera ignored the small man and held up a sorceress orb. These were smooth crystal ores that when held in ones hand let one cast known spells one had memorized. Xera had learned a dozen spells in her travels including a few that were even useful! She tossed the back pack over her shoulder stopping the small man from vehemently protesting and scurrying after his bag.

Xera entered the small open cave passage with her lantern with its extra oil tin dangling below it in one hand and her pale sorceress stone in the other and left the angry frustrated man far behind her as he hurried to gather up his scattered belongings. “I am surprised he traded so readily for a sorceress globe they are rare gem stones and I would have normally had to taken several loads in my pussy before earning such a prize! He must not be much of a trader. And he certainly was not much of a lover! Ha! No wonder he was lost! Hmmm, he seems to have gotten lost yet again for he is no where to be seen, oh well I have to find something and return it before they will let me go home. So let’s get this over with!”

The dark passage way lead immediately into a series of steps cut into the living rock floor. She followed it easily enough for not only did she have the yellow orange glow of her oil lamp but the sorceress stone its self gave off a low white light as long as she concentrated upon some spell she knew but did not speak it out loud and cast it. The stair case seemed a tunnel carved directly out of the rock and it spiraled steady downward and inward until it stopped abruptly at a metal door. Xera held her sorceress globe directly in front of the door and whispered, “knock knock.” there was a grating sound and a metallic popping sound and the door swung open revealing a dimly lit passageway beyond. Xera walked through the door and then with an after thought closed it behind her where it clicked locked again. She took a few steps and then suddenly thought of the small man and maybe she should leave the door open for him, but then she muttered, “he’s such a clever little boy with his hidden locks let him open it himself! HUMPH!” And with a nod Xera proceeded along the much wider and larger passageway that was now faced in finished stone work instead of carved raw rock occasionally checking her bracelet to make sure the rolled up hide map was still tucked securely underneath it.

As she continued the air became fresher the passage way more illuminated by the odd miner gem rocks set in greater and greater clusters in the walls and floors and ceilings so that Xera extinguished her lantern to save its precious oil and relied more and more upon the bluish glow of the miner rocks mosaics and her sorceress globe. A sorceress globe is heavy. And its power is in direct proportion to its size and this one was one of the largest Xera had ever seen. It was almost as large as one of her tits and it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to carry in one hand’s palm. Both her hand and arm were getting tired. She began to consider setting down her lantern as the way was now quiet bright from the embedded miners crystals along and carrying the heavy stone in both her hands but she realized this was a foolish thing to do and instead made several stops to set the stone down and the lantern and rest her weary arms and legs. Miners stones were not so common as to just use them willy-nilly to light passages unless those passages had some importance and the young teen was certain this hallway would soon lead her to a large gallery. This it did.

The large subterranean courtyard had many entrances and exits and a large spacious upper balcony but mostly Xera was delighted to see it was packed with people. Shops lined the upper and lower walkways and a large open shaft in the center of the roof let cool soothing air that seemed heavy laden with moon light. “So its night and they made a moon this time,” Xera muttered sourly to herself as she glanced at all the moving figures amongst the miner stone walls and lit braziers before the shops but mostly she was relieved for the locked metal door had bisected a long hallway and she had chosen her direction by random hoping she was not wandering further and further into deep recesses that simply dead ended.

Xera paused to study the bas-reliefs carved in the stone walls and set with ceramic glazed stones into images and patterns all about her; the detailing was fantastic and the craftsmanship was astounding and to think it was all being utterly ignored by the shop keepers and shoppers and fouled in many places with pasted up advertisements or smudged with soot from the open fires. Still it was not her place to bemoan this or that in a world that she was confident was entirely of the old men’s creation and as she had a thousand times before she wondered if any of the people shoving and pushing around her were real or if they like everything else were just constricts of the great architectural perverts.

Their sign was always about; lovely tile work gave way to pediments and statues and mosaics of huge penises and young girls being raped and ravished by beastly monsters with huge phalluses. The fact that a six two stark naked Amazon of a teenager could walk freely amongst men and women who only came up to her breasts and not one person seemed to notice her or pay her any mind also seemed to convince her mind that this was a world not just tainted by the lustful perverts who forced her here but made entirely out of their perverted will. And yet she still saw signs that though the old men had considerable powers here and perhaps even in her own world they did not control everything! Xera took great pride in often completing her ‘adventures’ and winning her trip back home but in ways that did not make the old men exactly happy.

They wanted to see her raped repeatedly by monsters and men and humiliated and shamed and defeated. They wanted to see her enslaved and helpless but they also wanted and seem to need her to complete successfully certain quests. It was confusing. They seemed to set her up to fail and yet needed her to succeed. And there was the one that seemed to want her to escape the rapes and traps the others set for her but who did not seem capable of helping her much more than leaving a few clues or another avenue against what was a head.

When the old men were happy with what she did or how events turned out she was rewarded with a weak orgasm that seemed to refresh her greatly and usually some small item of some value being placed immediately nearby and when they were not pleased they grew silent and morose and she grew weaker and weaker and everything seemed to go against her; and what made them happy was when she was being raped by some huge penis creature!

Xera noted a large stair case leading from the ground floor four stories below her straight up into moonlight. “The way out!” But rushing out of here into the above night surface world was not going to get her any quicker home. She needed to first find some weapons and clothes and food and drink. And some clues to her mission. And all she currently had was a lantern a tin of oil a sorceress globe and a map. She would like to keep the globe for no one would trade for its true value but she dreaded lugging it around. The map would not interest anyone but her as it was either made for her by the old men to help her on her mission or to lure her into danger for their perverted entertainment she was guessing it was both.

Xera looked around her at the underground bazaars full of people and noted as usual she was the only one you could rightly call humane. All the figures around her had been slightly blurred with a mix of elf or troll or dwarf or lizard or a dozen other fantasy races but as long as she kept her bracelet on she understood the hundreds of guttural and sing-song tongues and they all understood her. It would not be too hard to find anyone willing to trade with her; the difficult part would be finding anyone who had anything she needed worthy of her sexual abilities! For the young teen realized that she had stumbled upon the Bolt Hole mines trade offices that the diminutive man (in sadly all aspects that mattered) Molecat had been looking for. All around her men and beasts were trading items for ores or making purchase agreements for bulk transactions of ores. The clang of smiths on a different level of the underground open courtyard worked feverishly to turn the lone buyers purchase into an enhanced weapon or piece of armor as the buyers and sellers barked and grunted and cooed and whined over their piles of ores and transactions of barter as the occasional Bolt Hole manager with parchment and quill in hand hurried from this booth or that rapidly working up the large scale consignments and shipments their shadows and hands moving in time to the invisible hammers ringing in echoes off the elaborate etched and bas-relief walls.

Xera wove and pushed her way into the crowd which gave way with eyes already tinged with lust as she smirked at them or ignored them in the wake of her hip shake passing as she sauntered through the shadowy halls and began to realize the sure brute size of the trade offices of the Bolt Hole mine; the great gallery with its many, many layers of balconies and niches and offices and booths of trade stretched out for hundreds upon hundreds of yards. She pushed her way to the heavy stone balustrade railing and looked up and down the great rectangular well of the inner court yard that must have been miles in length and breadth. Several stories below she could see the workers moving along railed tracks pushing and pulling great carts of ore and raw gems. Xera allowed herself a moment of awe at the size of the place before clicking her tongue and turning back to the nearest open air booth and its merchant that was not preoccupied with browsers or shoppers.

“Where are the nearest exits and where do they lead too,” Xera brushed her nipples just inches from the short hairy man’s lips as she spoke. Her always jiggling heavy jugs tickled the tip of the wide eyed man’s nose and she ignored the bullets of sweat that suddenly appeared on his low brow. “I am Xera and I am itching to trade… if you have what I need. Do you have what I so desperately need?” She smiled at his stuttering and waited for him to wheeze and clear his throat as she felt several passerby’s grope her exposed naked ass and one go so far as dare to stroke her wet dandling pussy lips sending a shudder of ecstasy through her young tall slim body.

The red hairy man cocked a thumb and jerked it over his shoulder as he grunted, “that passage there leads eventually to the Black Cliffs and the fort of the same name though its been closed due to a party of orcs who have taken up residence near the surface entrance.”

Xera tapped her chin in thought; enjoying the hungry hands that kept brushing and rubbing her ass as the crowds pushed by her, “hmmm Orc cock does sound tasty but it takes so long to skin and cook.”

“Well, four offices/stalls down there’s another passage way goes straight up but it leads to the Shattered Tower in the Land of the Giants.”

Xera made a sour face she was not sure she was horny enough to face penises of that size… yet! “What else you got?” She tickled the red haired man’s nose with her always hard thumb thick nipples again.

The short stocky man licked his quivering lips, “well those are the nearest most go by way of the great underground river; List. But you will have to book passage and the docks are three levels down and four courtyards that way.” He pointed an ore grubby finger that Xera ignored. “I sell a rooster stone that I can set the location in with just a few hammer blows and it will lead you there.”

“Hmmmm, and what would you be NEEDING oh so badly in trade for such a remarkable piece of property?” Xera winked at the red faced horned man who seemed on the verge of exploding as she pinched a nipple and let a single drop of milk drip down on to the tip of his up turned nose.

“A man gets mighty thirsty in the mines of Bolt Hole,” he wheezed out in a horse small voice.

“I bet. But my milk is very, very precious and worth a great deal more than a pebble. So…” she suddenly reached out and grabbed his cod piece with violence and gave it a powerful squeeze. “What else do you have for me, little, little, man?”

The man gulped air like a carp upon a sandbar and continued shaking so badly that it seemed to rattle his mind loose as she could only look helplessly around him at his boxes and bags full of ore samples for bulk sale and his few wooden crates of rare ore for individual sale. His face was a mix of desperation and painful woe as obviously he could think of nothing he could offer her that she might need.

Xera squeezed harder as hands now began to playfully slap at her ass cheeks as her Aphrodite pheromones wafted in the air around her popping cod pieces ajar and glazing the eyes of the men drooling down their own shirt fronts as they moved as tides behind her swaying ass. ‘I’ll be fucking the whole lot of them if I am not careful. Drowning in a sea of small dicks without one decent twenty incher in sight! Every teen girl’s nightmare!’ Xera thought to herself as she realized she needed to finish up her transaction before her own building lusts sent her over the edge and she just started ripping off the clothing of the males around her and raping them mercilessly for hours on end.

“Weapons, food, wine, clothing would be nice?” Xera smirked at the little man as she let her long nimble fingers slip his cod piece aside and started fondling his small stout member.

“I-I don’t have any of those things?!” The short man’s eyes rolled back in his head as he gasped and drooled out of his shaggy open mouth. “ORE! Just ores! You can have the lot though!”

“Hmmm, I already have a sorceress stone and a map,” Xera abruptly let go of the man’s small twitching erection. He instantly looked at her with pleading eyes. “But…” She smiled motherly at him and dropped to her knees. “I could use a light source stone. A powerful one. A really, really nice one.” She slipped the little dick into her mouth and hungrily sucked down his rather impressive if tart load.

Xera smiled at herself as she moved through the crowd. She had abandoned her heavy lantern and its oil tin and admired her new metal link belt with its metal scale pouches and its powerful adjustable light gem buckle as she licked the sperm off her finger tips and chin. She had felt several hot sticky spurts on her upturned gyrating ass as she had finished the small red hairy man off with her mouth but no one had penetrated her from behind and she was a little disappointed in that. But at least she had a light and a pouch with a few lovely gems to barter when she found someone worth trading for and that something would surely be food as a stomach full of spunk only reminded her how hungry she really was!

In addition to her new belt and pouch of gems and light source the panting exhausted man had sleepily cooed that the young teen should check with the guard posted at the nearest shut passage gate as there was talk of hiring a sell-sword to remove the orcs from the passage entrance. And that would sure beat blowing a barge captains dick to gain passage on the river List. And the idea of wandering blindly through the foggy pasture lands of the Giants and no doubt getting captured again and again and facing those mighty cocks was a bit much even for her revved up juicy pussy.

Xera was not too concerned about survival when it came to food or shelter or even a need for weapons. The old pervert men who watched her here would always reward her greatest need with something actable providing she kept them entertained. If need be she could just sit down on a rock and finger her pussy and feel the refreshing little orgasms of the old men spurting in voyeur pleasures even as she felt her own ripping through her body and sure enough on the other side of the bolder there would now suddenly be some item that was not there before that would be useable in her current situation.

But Xera had to be careful in this perverted land as here every time she fucked her tits would swell up and get bigger?! True it meant she steadily got more and more powerful with her ever increasing bust size but a horny teen can quickly find herself with a set of jugs too huge to even see around let a lone fit behind a shield! It did seem to be the forced sex orgasms that pumped up her titties faster than willful sex so as long as she kept out of snare traps and some group of hunters debouched orgy or out of the clutches of some monster and hammered non-stop for what seemed hours on end then she did not have to worry too much about how huge her boobies might get before the horny perverted men teleported her back to her own time and body again!

The captain of the locked passageway gate was not too impressed by Xera; a long lithe towering naked young girl with huge full round jutting tits topped with puffy hard nipples and slender limbs and a haughty bubble butt who wielded only a sorceress stone as a weapon but then again it was not HIS neck at risk and with a sigh he order his men to un-barricade the passageway and open up the portal gate. The deal was simple enough. Xera would dislodge the party of orcs who had taken up residence just inside the entrance/exit to Black Cliff Fort and her reward would be that upon the body of the last merc who had taken the job she would find a key. The key would unlock several of the many doorways that opened into the rooms that branched off the passage way. If the orcs now had the key… as they surely did. Well she could have anything she found on the orcs or in any of the rooms they had not scavenged. Since the passage way was lined with storage rooms of all shapes and sizes she was sure to find weapons, clothes, food, and well as treasure as it was unlikely the orcs had hauled anything away or traded it. “You take and keep anything your greedy little hands can hold,” he had told her and smiled.

As far as her simply looting the hallways rooms and slipping away; the passage way door she was now entering would be barricaded back up and the orcs blocked the far end so her only way out would be through the orcs and that would necessitate her having to deal with the orcs one way or another if she ever wanted to leave the passageway with her treasure. Once the orcs were dealt with she could simply continue on her way or she could return back to the barricaded gate and the guards would ascertain if she had really done her job and take a credit payout instead of loot especially if the orcs had destroyed all the potential loot which was also likely.

The captain sneered the most likely scenario would be that the slim impossibly busty teen would slip down the hallway find some loot see the orcs and realize she was no match for them and then slink back to the barricaded gate begging to be let back inside. The result of this would be she would be stripped of any loot she had recovered as she had not dealt with the orcs and she would have to ‘pay a toll’ to the captain and his men in the form of an orgy for wasting their time!

As to why the Bolt Hole mine guards would allow orcs to populate one of their entrances/exits and thus pollute their city access and deign them the ability to get to several store rooms had to do with the following facts which the drossy red hairy little man had imparted to Xera. First the main point of entry and departure to Bolt Hole mines continued to be the underground river List and many of the guards were stationed there as well as manned as escorts for bulk shipments along the dangerous route. Second the long abandoned fort of Black Cliff was rife with bandits and brigands as the forest surrounding the cliffs were full of monsters; the orcs were bad but they did keep the bandits and other worse monsters from attacking the entrance which had needed to be heavily manned in face of that. Third a recent infestation of giant spiders and an accidental rupture into an ancient burial vault full of undead warriors in the lower mines had prompted the orcs to fall down the list of immediate priorities for the overworked and understaffed Bolt Hole mine guards.

But the information that the red hairy man had given her that was really valuable was that she should have a chat with another man before approaching the captain of the guard of the blocked up gate. Which she had. This man was named Lode and soon after he blew his all over Xera’s face he opened up and entrusted her with his secret mission. In one of the storage rooms that lined the now orc infested passageway was a small iron box. It was part of a shipment being stored for transport to the docks of the Black Cliffs when the orcs had moved in and taken up house. He wanted what was inside of it. He gave her a key to open the box when she found it and described the box and where it was located in detail. She had placed the key in her pouch somewhat reluctantly after asking him several questions such as why he simply did not wait for her to clear out the passageway and then reclaim his iron box and received various answers so quick and circular that she promptly realized the item in question surely did not belong to this man and thus his hurry to procure it before the passageway was reclaimed by the proper authorities. If she recovered the item and gave it to him everyone would assume the orcs had taken it. Or that she had as part of her bounty.

Xera wasn’t sure what she was going to do as the gate lowered down behind her and she could hear the bolts snap shut and the scrape and thump of heavy items being re-piled on the other side of it. She thumbed the key in her metal pouch where it now sat with her fistful of gems and pursed her lips in thought as she surveyed the hallway before her. It was lined with wall mounted brackets full of miner stones that shown weakly in the stronger presence of her own white light shimmering belt buckle light. The young teen glanced over her shoulder where the small iron sliding plate where the crossbow guard peered down at her. Several rotted orc bodies lay around her looking like porcupines so full of cross bolts as they were. Xera eyed the orcs and realized how enormous they were; about seven feet in height and almost that in width they were a wall of muscle with a nut sack that would fill a popcorn bowl and a penis as long and wide as a computer key board! “I always forget how big and strong they are,” Xera muttered to herself and swallowed hard as she removed her hands from her hips and started cautiously down the passageway.

It was littered with various wooden wagons some with strong wooden sides and roofs and iron bars and dead oxen and horses lay in the shattered harnesses. Shattered crates and ripped open iron gate doors lay in haphazard piles. A few scattered bodies of men lay here and there as well. “The orcs must have attacked quickly and advanced fast as there are two large metal drop down gates that they seem to have overrun before they could be lowered.” Xera marveled at the sure brute strength of the beasts and he mindless Xera savage wraith they displayed in their display of raw chaotic destruction. Take the mind of an a three year old child mix in some homicidal tendencies and put it in the testosterone body of a seven foot six hundred pound linebacker and you had an orc. The passage way bent sharply this way and that but moved upwards at a steady angel with cobblestone flooring with a shallow stair set in its center to help the beasts of burden lug the heavy ore filled carts up and down its length.

Xera stopped to readjust one of the mirrors lining the wall. The mirrors when properly positioned would allow the use of an ‘optical’ stone which sat next to the iron plate sliding slot where the crossbow guard sat. the orcs had obviously not understood that the mirrors allowed one seated at the gate arrow slot to see the entire length of the serpentine hallway but in their mindless rage and looting and smashing they had inadvertently destroyed some mirrors and caused others to be moved out of their proper alignment. The gate captain had asked Xera to realign any wall mirrors she came across as that would help them keep track of the orcs and perhaps even allow them to see if she did her job or not. The first three mirrors were intact and just needed to be repositioned though one was caked with dried blood and she had to make due with scrapping it with handfuls of oily hay.

The orcs for their part had built their own barricade of animal carcasses and overturned carts and shattered ore crates with their spilled contents rasping and rattling alarmingly as she winced and halted again and again treading upon them and clambering through the makeshift piles that blocked from feces covered and urine pooled floor to torch grubby ceiling. Apparently the orcs considered their barricade to be their toilet as well and garbage dump as it was scattered with gnawed bones of various animals and men.

Xera took the time to clear a passage through the barricade so the next mirror would have a direct line of sight and continue the magical stones ability to see the entire contents of hallway it surveyed. However the next mirror directly after this one was simply missing and she could not find it anywhere about. She made her way to the next mirror after that and removed it from its brackets and replaced it in the missing mirrors brackets. So the view was again unbroken. She reasoned she could do this again with the next mirror as well removing it and bringing it back one to replace the missing mirror, but such thoughts immediately left her as she found that at the next passageway bend the stench and sounds of orcs grew noticeably and she turned her belt light down to its dimmest shimmer and snapped shut its brass cover blocking out any further illumination from it as she slipped into the thickest shadows.

Her sorceress stone held in her palm of her right hand however continued to catch and glimmer the light from the miner stones set in the walls and she had to try and hide it as best she could under the balconies of her huge breasts. Now her attention was diverted from the flatuance growls of the orcs which she could see moving like huge shadows this way and that in the hallway ahead of her for she saw by the runes carved in the arch stones above the doors she was steadily passing by that she had reached the door leading into the room the man called Lode had told her would contain the chest. She was greatly relived to find the door more or less in tack compared to so many who had been shattered by the orcs or burned in their jambs by them. Xera pressed her sorceress stone up to the door and whispered, “knock knock.” The door wheezed and groaned as Xera nervously cast sideways glances around her and slipped into the dark room beyond.

Xera dared not close the door behind her least it generate more noise and moved rapidly as her snapped open cover of her belt light allowed her with its sudden spilling glow. It took several turns about the small dank stone room and its piles of crates for her to find the proper chest. She slipped out the key from her pouch and snapped it in the lock popping the chest open, and quickly withdrew the single red somewhat cracked and worn gauntlet glove and ring and slipped the ring into her metal scaled pouch and the large heavy glove into her belt snuggling it up against her naked body. She was hurrying as she was certain the noise of the door and maybe some glimmer of her belt light might have been observed by a weary or bored orc.

“At least the chest had not been magically alarmed,” she whispered to herself as she snapped the cover back on her belt light closed. “I hate it when they start screaming when you open them!” Xera kept her eyes glued to the door where the faint miners light gems coupled with golden flickering light from the orc fires framed the partially open door from the inky blackness of the room its self. “Now that I have the glove and ring for mister Lode I need to deal with these orcs so I can return back through the barricade door and receive my payment! First class passage on the List all the way to Blue City!”

Xera was ecstatic of the idea of pampered luxury aboard one of the rich travel ships that plied the murky black waters of the underground rivers and she was excited about seeing Blue City again as it was her favorite city by far! Full of luxury and shops and sexy boots and more shops and endless confections and restaurants! not pubs or inns or bars but real restaurants where you weren’t standing in sawdust or cockle shells but walking behind a waiter on cushy carpets! “And this time I won’t have to suck every dick or clit in the city to get a decent seat! I can exchange my gems for city credits and live like a princess!” She was indeed very excited despite the fact that there were a dozen hulking huge orcs lumbering about outside her door that had to be dealt with before any of that could occur and she had no real idea how to deal with them and survive the whole thing without that survival entailing the nailing of her sexy ass for the next several days!

Xera had a number of weakness; there was her obsession with treasure and riches, and impractical clothes that looked sexy and great but did not wear well in dudgeons, and her never ending boot fetish, she could not pass a cobbler without going inside, and her inability to save a single coin in her purse even in face of tomorrows certain future starvation, but her single most glaring weakness was huge cocks! Never had there been a size queen of boiling lusts to match Xera. They young girl just went straight into ‘whore overdrive’ as soon as a large penis was dangled before her nose. And now here in the next hallway were a dozen huge cock monsters who she could tell were already huffing and puffing at the powerful Aphrodite gene sex pheromones her body constantly issued forth. Her invisible soldiers of lust were already assaulting the ignorant senses of the orcs and several of them were pacing anxiously about snorting at the air with erections that quivered and throbbed and would have been more at home in her own world and time as fire hydrants or street corner mail boxes than a male sexual appendage!

Xera hated the perverted old men who had so messed up her life and clamped this bracelet upon her wrist and sent her pell-mell to their ever changing pervert fantasy world of myth and monsters but she secretly had to admit that she had never known and would have never known the deep sexual mind melting pleasure of giant cock sex if they had not done so. There was something incredibly powerful in the orgasms of a bicep thick knotty vein covered lumpy muscular velvet skinned shaft of iron monster cock pounding mercilessly in ones snatch over and over and over again that put entire football teams to shame back in her own world that had the girl embarrassingly giddy and her heart in her throat thrumming as soon as she had recovered from the teleport orgasm and found herself back in the land of ‘Bigguns’ as she liked to jokingly call it to herself. She did not know if the old men knew her lustful weakness for huge dicks or not but she was grateful they had populated this world with armies full of them! In fact, she felt the tiny dicked men like the ones she had just dealt with earlier where simply put on this earth to remind her how superior and unbeatable huge cocks were! And to remind her that such small penis men were inferior beings to be used and discarded on whims! “Men with small dicks aren’t men they are ‘opportunities’ to be used and tossed to make her life easier,” She muttered to herself as her pussy began to slick her thighs and her heart began to pound ferociously as she peered out the door into the hallway full of growling beasts and sighed as she saw this or that huge erection bob and bounce casting shadows on the blood smeared walls.

In fact as she breathlessly and with increasing dizziness watched the large cock parade march back and forth for her pleasure she suddenly had that strange reoccurring thought that all small penis men should be punished for not having the equipment to do what they were meant to do which of course was to pleasure a woman! And it took a twenty plus man meat rod with a lot of back power muscle to pound a woman into pleasure! It was an odd thought only in that she was amazed how she only had this epiphany of realization when she was in the immediate presence of large penises as she tended to forget it as soon as she found herself back in the failures of small penis men. “The man who wants this glove and ring has a tiny cock which he has dick sneezed his nut sauce all over my face with!” Xera was suddenly mad that any man with such an unworthy prick had ‘violated’ her! She completely forgot that she was the one who had sought him out and seduced him to gain his trust for this task. “I must do something to get my revenge upon him!” She muttered her face wrinkling up in hatred even as it blushed with damn bursting lusts at the nearness of the elephantine display of manhood shadowboxing over the walls and her drooling face. “I will cheat that man! I will keep this stupid old glove and its ring and not bother to return to the Bolt Hole mines and all their tiny smug small penis men!”

“But first!… a woman has NEEEEEDDDDDSSSSS!” Xera slipped out of the room and into the hallway images of massive cock forced gang bang sex almost blinding her and numbing her limbs so that she slid and collided with the piles of trash and refuse as the young teen struggled to breath her fevered face covered in her own drool as mental images of huge cocks rammed down her helpless throat and in her pussy and in her anus and pumped up and down in each of her beggars fists! She staggered into a standing drunken lurch and wondered why no orc had snatched her off the ground and dashed her pussy or face first upon his massive pole meat as her vision throbbed and blurred she could feel her pussy turning into hot melting butter.

And then with some squinting and some gasping and a lot of head wobble disbelief shaking the young slutty teen realized she was watching a tremendous battle unfold. At first she thought that the captain and his men had followed her down the blocked passage but then she realized that the men who were fighting the orcs were all taller thinner better formed then the little men of Bolt Hole mine. They were also heavily armed with cross bows and clad in black dyed leathers. “Bandits!” Xera muttered and flung herself back out of the line of flailing combat bemoaning all the huge cocks that were meeting their sudden demise; and not at her hands, mouth, pussy or anus?!

It was over in minutes. The forty bandits had emptied all their quivers into the orcs and pulled out their daggers to behead them to make sure they were all utterly dead and then they caught their breath and kicking a corpse or two left the passage way exiting back out through the rented doors of the once heavy braced opulent long shattered gateway; no doubt returning back to Black Cliff Fort. Xera looked at all the dead orcs and noted the piles of half eaten half rotted corpses of black clad bandits that were stacked like cordwood in various side rooms. “I guess the bandits of Black Cliff Fort got tired of being the larder for this group of orcs?” Xera sighed and kicked lightly at the already deflating cocks around her, “if it hadn’t been for my Aphrodite pheromones they would never have gotten the drop on the orcs like that!”

Xera sighed again and turned back to the barricaded gateway and the captain and his waiting men. Already her thoughts of doublcrossing the odd mister Lode were fading as rapidly as the erections around her as she trudged through the littered wreckage of the passageway making faces every time her bare feet steeped in a pile of orc shit.

The captain was shocked to see her so soon and even more shocked to hear his men return and tell him that indeed the orcs were all dead. No doubt killed by a spell from her sorcery stone which caused a rain of cross bolts to come down. The captain had eyed the stone in her palm warily and offered her both another pouch of rare cut gems and an offer of a job as a guard on the next barge leaving on river List. Xera took the pouch of stones and told him she would think about the job offer. She made her way to the stall of Mister Lode egger to trade the ring and glove for her luxury passage to Blue City.

But it was Mister Lode who was ready with a doublecross. He put the ring on his finger and immediately commanded the glove to strangle the young girl! “There must be no witnesses to my now owning the king of thieves glove!”

However as is always the case the power of sexual allure of her ripe young body and her powerful Aphrodite gene pheromones quickly had the horny man ring banging her with the glove in full fist fuck instead of choking her and as she popped her cork she dazedly dropped her hand upon her sorceress globe and with a word; “ring!” The ring vanished off his finger and appeared upon her own. She used the glove to punch the startled man senseless before helping herself to as much precious treasure as her belt pouches could hold!

As she was leaving the stall a man suddenly approached her and spoke; “that ring and glove strikes my fancy. What will you take in trade for such a strange wonder. I see you are already well laden with priceless gems!”

Xera paused the man was handsome and tall wearing elaborate garments suggesting wealth and ease but he bore the look of a lean hungry tiger. Xera could not help but note that thrust into his belt was the brother to the glove she had thrust into her own metal chain link belt. “I see you have the other one of the pair. Perhaps you would be willing to sell me the glove you have instead of my selling you the glove and ring I have?”

The man smiled and shook his head. “True you have a glove and the ring and I have just a glove but I think I may have something that even the young Xera would be interesting in trading for?”

“And what is that?” The young teen sneered and then her eyes bolted wide in surprise as the man yanked his codpiece aside and let an enormous penis as thick as her well shaped calf and yet still limpid fall down to his knee caps where it swung slowly like a powerful elephant trunk. “DEAL!” Xera screamed and tossed the glove and ring at the man as she grabbed the unveiled cock before her with both hands. “Wait, here let me barrow back that ring again,” the wide smiling teen grunted and she slipped on the ring on her shaking hand. In a few moments Xera had the man on his back in front of the stall of Mister Lode and was riding him savagely as she commanded the gloves to massage his nut sack and jerk off the shaft of his long thick cock that simply would not fit any further up into her tight young pussy.

Just as she neared her first big cock orgasm in what seemed like months the young teen girl felt the unmistakable building up of the teleport orgasm?! “NO! You have to be shitting me! You can’t send me back now! Not when I am just starting to enjoy this! Aren’t you enjoying this?! No wait! We can make a deal!”

And in a flash the dazed young man found himself lying on his back his cock erupting and spurting all over himself, and his gloves and the ring dropping down upon his shirt front amongst the pools of goo and wondering briefly, “where did that slut go?” Before the captain of the guards placed his boot upon his throat and said, “King of Thieves I arrest you by power of warrant. Don’t move son; and I think I will be taking those gloves and ring of yours there!”

The pimple faced boy smiled a big greasy smile as his flushed face sweated and he rasped out, “Thanks and come again!” As he handed the small plastic sack to the bored faced woman in scarf and curlers who turned and walked out of the late night convince store. The boy breathed a long large sigh of relief and then closed the cash register and looked down below the counter where his small penis was still spurting all over Xera’s glasses and face. She was still diligently stroking the small pecker though she had jerked it out of her mouth as soon as she had tasted his nasty sour load erupting. “And that’s what I want to hear from you Xera!”

Xera sighed; she was naked except for her coat and cum covered glasses and with tears in her eyes muttered, “Thanks and cumm again. You promise Rodney that you will erase those surveillance tapes of me coming in here and well… ripping off all my clothes like that?”

“I am a man of my word. You just keep sucking my dick until the end of my shift and I will give you the video tape to do whatever you want to do with it! I don’t know what came over you but I believe a person deserves a second shot. So are you ready for your second shot, Xera?” He tapped the video cassette against the top of her head like a magicians wand against the rim of a top hat.

Xera looked up at the greasy pimple faced nerd and forced a weak smile and slipped the slimy wet cum covered small penis into her mouth trying not to gag against the taste and smell and began sucking on it again thinking to herself; “I am going to find those old pervert men and KILL THEM!”

<the end>