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AN OGRE-UMENT AT THE CROSS ROADS
"It's called, The Broken City. For obvious reasons. No one
remembers what it was called before that." The giant fell
silent for a moment and let Red Sonja take in a good look at
the sight. And what a sight it was indeed!
Before the busty red headed teen's gray flashing eyes, lay
the ruins of what must have once been a great city made
entirely of stone. The reason it lay in ruins was directly
before her; a huge fissure, a ravine, almost a mile wide and
fifteen miles long had opened up one day right through the
heart of the city. Half the city had plunged into the fresh
gapping maw of the cataclysmic event; and the other half had
been cut off from all contact almost two hundred years ago.
"The earthquake split open the ground and made an island out
of the other half of the city. It once sat proudly upon a
great cliff overlooking the Serpent Sea, but now it is an
island in the sky. Over a mile high from the foaming waves
below. Rooted upon a pillar of razor sharp sheer rock and
ringed in deadly breakers." The giant hummed for a second in
thought.
"The survivors who made it out of this half of the city
before it plunged into the crack and down into the sea. Came
back. And labored to build this bridge." The giant gave a
cautious eye to the huge tared timbers and heavy stone that
had stood for over two hundred years.
"But it could only extend half way over the chasm. There the
limits of their skill and craft was thwarted. So here, upon
its edge, they built this huge crossbow. To shoot iron bolts
with messages to the other side and speak in one-sided
dialogue to the isolated survivors there."
The giant passed a hand over the huge relic. It's sinews of
torsion long rotted away. "They told them not to worry. That
next season they would be back and finish the bridge
somehow."
The giant squinted across the abyss at the ruins on the other
side of the gap with the hissing raging ocean far down at the
shadows of the aboral island sitting on its plinth of sheer
rock. "And when they came back they saw that the survivors on
the far side had built a wall where the bridge would have
connected if finished. All the conversations had been one
sided up til then. But this was a most definite statement of
intent from the silent. They wanted to be left alone. They
wanted to be forgotten."
The giant eyed the suspension cables warily and refused to
take any further step toward the unfinished edge of the
bridge that ceased in mid-air. His eyes followed the cables
of twisted tared rope back to the large stone tower where
they where anchored and though the cables were as wide as a
woman's waist made out of hundreds of woven strands and the
tower as fast as a mountain top, the giant would not put his
weight any further to the structures test.
"It was hard for the survivors who had spent so much time and
money and labor to build the bridge to abandon the people on
the other side. They had family over there they had lives.
They would come back with the coming of spring and summer and
the opening of the mountain pass and sit and watch the goats
and sheep grazing in the plateaus pastures and watch the
distant speck of figures go about their daily survival."
"They came until one season they saw no one tended the goats
and sheep and no cooking fires rose up from the stone
buildings. Then they stopped coming. Others came for a while.
Wanting to get into those ruins for various reasons over the
centuries. They failed and left or failed and died." The
giant did not like the sound of the bridges creaking wood and
took another step away from the huge mounted crossbow and the
edge of the unfinished bridge.
"The main reason they came for so long is that building. Way
over there." The giant leaned forward as much as he dared
above Red Sonja and pointed out along the length of her body.
"The building with the bronze dome top. All green now with
age. That is the treasury of the city. Filled with all its
riches. And it was a very rich city indeed, before half of it
fell into the sea."
Red Sonja looked at the pocked marked surface of the stone
wall directly across from her. Where no doubt countless
balista bolts had been fired from the crossbow she now lay
prone upon. None of them had found purchase but had bounced
off the wall and fallen away into the sea almost a mile below
them.
The red headed girl looked up at the smiling face of the
giant lowering down above her, "and what do you expect me to
do exactly?"
The giant sneered, "you sneak into our camp and try and make
off with our treasure horde and you ask me what we want of
you? Please. Is it not obvious? We want you to go over there
and see if there is indeed vast amounts of treasure under
that green dome roof. If there is; then we will set up a
means for you to send it back to us and for you yourself to
return. Simple. Your life and freedom for a simple task. A
simple task for such a bold and belligerent a thief."
Red Sonja looked down at her hands and feet tied around a
large iron arrow like a side of beef upon a spit. Then at the
arrow, which sat ominously upon the ancient crossbow, and
then looked back at the pitted stone wall several hundred
yards away across the chasm. "You can't be serious?! This
thing could never get me across that ravine. Even if it still
worked. Which thankfully it doesn't."
"Yes, the work of humans is so limited. Two hundred years ago
and today. Not very efficient beasts. Not even good for
eating." The giant was walking back to the tower built upon
the cliff edge and off the wooden suspension bridge. Leaving
her behind. "Of course all those smart humans who failed did
not have what we have. A troll."
He stepped off the bridge and onto it stepped a huge towering
troll which carried a massive black bow.
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Red Sonja rose unsteadily to her knees clutching her head and
moaning. The damn troll had at least succeeded in landing her
and the arrow over the stone wall and onto the other side of
the fissure.
Just before the creature had picked her up and notched her
into the bow which was almost as large as its self; it had
slipped a sheathed knife into her boot.
She had used the knife once her head had stopped spinning to
cut herself loose from her bonds. Not an easy task as the
arrow had buried its self into the stony earth and thus left
her dangling upside down at a slight angle in her rope bonds.
A few more head shakes and she staggered to her booted feet.
The ground near the edge of the ravine was rocky and sloped
to the edge rather precariously. She moved groggily away from
it with cautious steps as her head was still spinning and her
nose still bleeding from the sever shaking of her concussive
landing.
She staggered on a few more yards and was turned around by a
sudden roar. On the far side of the gap a dozen giants and a
troll all cheered loudly. Apparently elated to see her emerge
above the wall. They were excited that she had survived the
ordeal of the crossing and with the cheer still echoing in
the ravine were now settling down into a makeshift camp to
wait her return from the green domed building.
The young teen with her thick flowing crimson locks that hung
down past her buttocks eyed the ruined stone buildings
immediately around her and seeing no threat leaned against a
stone column and took in her situation.
She was of course naked. When you had such an impossible body
like hers; thin and supple and lithe with a pair of tits the
size of large watermelons, and a backside that looked as if
someone had sliced the most perfect round ball in half and
then stuck them to the tops of her long slender legs... well,
whenever anything male captured you, you tended to find
yourself quickly naked.
Not that her scale mail bikini left much to the imagination
anyway. Still...
They had left her with her boots, her gloves, and a knife.
She eyed the shadowy ruins about her and hoped they were as
dead and lifeless as they appeared, and everyone took them,
to be.
The island in the sky, Broken City, was almost thirteen miles
long and about five miles wide. Irregular in shape and
splintered in a few places by secondary rifts of some depth
and width. It was still large and expansive enough for
plentiful rolling meadow lands where wild goats and sheep
still grazed and several miles of thick woodlands that sighed
and moaned and tossed their lofty heads under the elevated
shore breeze.
Steady rains and snowfall provided enough water to keep a
number of depressions full through out the seasons as
miniature lakes. There was no real reason a people so cut off
and yet so supplied with basic raw materials of life should
simply die out in one season as the giant had told it. There
was something more to it. She could feel it in her young
aching battered bones and bruised muscles.
That people HAD survived the division of this side of the
city from the main hilly uplands was evident everywhere. For
through out the ruins of the expansive city the survivors had
lived long enough to make their lives easier by efforts of
what must have been superficial endeavors to those who had
just recently survived a disaster.
Over fallen stone debris too large to shift, they had built
stone steps. Where cracks in the ground had raised or lowered
the earth, they had again built staircases out of scavenged
stone. Many areas had been cleared of rubble. Such things
must have taken considerable labor and would have been seen
as extravagant for those who had just survived an earthquake.
Thus, these labors showed a people living for years after the
event and adjusting their environment back to their ease.
The farther inland she made away from the crack in the earth,
the more she found buildings standing untouched or only
slightly damaged. It was here naturally the signs of a
continued but adapted life emerged.
Once glorious courtyards were now stockpiles of wood and pens
for goats. Scavenged stone had been used to build simple
shelters for livestock and bins for grain harvests in what
had once been wide stone paved streets.
There was also signs of a lack of habitation everywhere.
Fields of wheat grain and barley and cereals had grown wild
and rank having been left unattended for ages. The streets
were empty save the occasional wild goat or few wild sheep
wandering about freely.
The goats were especially clamorous to see her and their
angry threats reverberating off the walls only stirred huge
flocks of sea birds. Nothing but beating feathered wings
emerged from the empty buildings.
Many must have died during the catastrophe. For there were
huge piles of ashes and the remains of pyres even after
centuries of weather and time.
They had burned their dead in mass. But no. They had not. She
stopped and studied a few ashen remains and was struck by the
sight. They were the remains of giants.
She studied the buildings that still stood. They too were the
work of giants as well. At first she had simply took the huge
doors and large buildings to be the fancies of a wealthy
people or public buildings meant to impress and intimidate
with their sheer size.
But now with the pile of burnt bones. The remains left no
doubt. The city had been built and populated by giants. She
thought of the hill giants who had captured her as she tried
to pilfer a few trinkets. They believed, as all did, that the
Broken City had been a city of men. In the valley's many
claimed to be descendants of the city. But, no, here was
ample evidence that it was the rough living hill giants who
were the true descendents of the once powerful rich city.
And what a city! All the stone work was carved and the doors
metal rich in etchings and raised relief. Toppled statues lay
everywhere. All bespeaking great skill and craftsmanship not
normally thought of when one thinks of giants.
But here was some pause. For the statues though some were
indeed large in size showed no giants. But regular men and
women in various heroic poses. Many of the statues being life
size to a normal human. Why would a city of giants show
themselves to be smaller than they were in their art works?
And again. As she moved deeper and deeper into the city she
found more and more stone houses that were more opulent yet
in design but with doors only a normal human could have used
to enter or exit.
The red headed teen stopped and pondered by another elaborate
courtyard amongst the maze of streets. The rift had not split
the city right down the middle sending half of it into the
gulf as everyone in the region seemed to think. Rather it
seemed to have struck the outskirts of the city and sent that
into the rift.
The outskirts were now in rubble that had not fallen away but
as one moved into the city proper it became obvious that
giants had lived on the outskirts and humans had lived in the
city center.
With further exploration she came upon a huge stone pillar
set with iron rings and began to find stone manacles that she
could slip her body through. It was obvious that the giants
had been slaves to the humans in this city.
She began to enter some of the buildings and study the carved
reliefs of their walls. Not only were the giants used as
slaves for labor but were used as guards and warriors for
what appeared to be a rather ruthless people who were bent
upon conquest and pillage.
An army of giants. In armor with weapons. Ruled by mere
humans? It made no sense. A single giant could lay waste to a
dozen well armed men. The idea of an army of giants, armed
and used for war would in turn let themselves be subjected by
human masters? The red head shook her head and frowned
bitting her lower pillow lip. Nothing here made sense.
She made her way through the city streets angling toward the
distant green domed building trying to beat night fall in
getting there.
She didn't make it and stumbled about in the dark cursing all
giants and especially trolls for the better part of an hour
until she had scavenged up enough materials to make a torch
and to finally, with her iron knife nicked to pieces, to get
hot enough sparks to light it. With it's light she quickly
made up a half dozen more torches and a simple sling to carry
them in on her back and finally found the bronze domed
building.
The doors to the building made out of the same metal as its
dome were rented open. They were giant sized and she made her
entry wary but more perplexed than before.
The building was a single square room with thick stone walls.
The dome at the top was pierced to let light and air into the
room. The room contained no treasure but many answers.
There inside was the skeletal remains of a female giant.
Female giants are very rare and are the mothers of many male
offsprings. The remains were in chains.
She had been killed by a large piece of stone masonry falling
from a cracked wall of the chamber.
The humans had somehow managed to imprison the female giant.
All around the upper room huge crossbows with lethal looking
bolts still peered down. Though the human guards were now
long dead to man them.
They had held her at a threat of death and thus enslaved all
her children.
Red Sonja left the sad place. What an awful people these had
been. No wonder the earth had split open to swallow them up.
Out side the building she eyed the great bronze doors. They
had been pulled asunder from without. Panic by the earthquake
and with buildings collapsing the giant slaves had rushed to
see that their mother was all right and found her dead. What
had followed?
Some had survived for a while at least? And from the
makeshift stairs and such they must have been humans. So the
giants did not rush to the building. They must have been
assured by the humans that all was right. They must have been
content to keep working and rebuilding.
But sooner or latter some giant had grown suspicious. And
once the truth was known. Well, there was nothing that could
have saved those humans then.
Humans would have wanted to escape that eventual revelation.
They would not have built that wall to keep the bridge out.
They would have wanted to escape the Broken City before the
giants found out about their mother. Their 'Queen' as giants
laud them.
The giants had found out before that wall was built. They had
built it after all the humans would have been killed.
Red Sonja could feel no pity for those slave master humans
who found themselves imprisoned alongside their slaves with
their control over them gone; even though that probably meant
women and children died in that lot as well.
Maybe a little pity for the children.
But that was then and this was now. And she had a dozen
giants and a troll camped out on the other side of the ravine
as her only way out and they would not be letting her out
until she showed up atop that wall with arms full of loot.
The ancient secrets of the city of their forbearers would
mean little to them.
Though it might mean a lot to the people in the valleys who
the giants might want some brutal payback on behalf of their
great, great, grandmother Queen's ill treatment by their own
great, great, great, great grandfather's.
Better leave that past buried here. No good in anyone ever
telling the tale. But that added to her dilemma. That there
was treasure somewhere in the city she was certain. As there
was no sign of anyone being here or leaving here over the
past hundred or so years. So it must still be in the city
somewhere and with her skills she would no doubt find it.
But then the rumor would get out. That there WAS treasure to
be had in Broken City and that some one HAD gotten over that
chasm and removed some of it.
Future cutpurses were less likely to keep silent about the
obvious truth of the city's past.
She needed the treasure to get the giants to get her back
across that impassible rift.
But she needed to make sure that the truth of this place was
left behind here lost forever.
Not an easy task for a naked teenage girl.
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She found the treasure not more than an hour after first
light. It was not of the mythic proportions the rumors
insisted but it was a fair amount of small gold bars and
silver bars and gems as well as the usual worked metal goods
of the same. It was pilfered. The designs were so alien to
one another that it was obvious the spoils of conquest and
pillage.
She found it scattered about in one of the city's many
courtyards. The nearby heavily fortified building that had
housed it smashed in; by giants or humans she could not say.
That its value, given the predicament of being a cut off
city, was evident in that it was cast aside as soon as it was
raided from its vaults.
It took her a couple of anxious days to drag enough wood into
the stone prison cell of the green domed building that would
render the huge desiccated corpse to ash.
She lived off mutton. Fastening her dagger to a wooden pole
she could just walk up to a sheep and stab it to death as
easy as catching fish with a fishing pole. Centuries without
the presence of predators had made the sheep bold and
anything but shy to her approach.
On the fourth day, before sunrise she lugged the treasure
down to the base of the wall and then dragged some of it to
the top of the wall. She banged iron pots together until one
of the giants and then all of them stirred from the camp and
came down excitedly to the bridge.
She held up the treasures as they squinted against the
sunrise. She was wearing a sliver circlet upon her brow and
dozens of bejeweled ornaments upon her wrists and forearms.
Her naked body dripped with barbaric splendor and she
glittered in the rising sun like a pagan goddess.
There was much bustling about in the camp at the sight of her
and much ado with the troll who was apparently a heavy
sleeper and not much for getting up at day break.
Bur soon bleary eyed and snorting he came to the edge of the
bridge and fired another of his black arrows. It shot over
her head and landed deeply embedded in the earth not more
than a hand width from its sibling.
Attached to the arrow shaft was a thin chain and she wrapped
it around a stone column.
It took some time for her to understand that she was meant to
pull on the chain and not try and clamber back across it. It
was not easy to haul even such a thin chain such a distance
using the pillar for leverage but she managed it with many
pauses for rest.
At the end of the thin chain was a small block and tackle
with a larger chain running its circlet. This she attached to
the same pillar and again after much angry shouting and
exaggerated pantomime she began to tie the bags of gold to
the chain in the pulley and the giants began to pull it
across to them.
Soon the suspicious giants were opening the first bag and
seeing the small gold bars and such inside they exploded with
joy and began hauling in the other bags as quickly as
possible.
Soon a pile of forty small bags were at their feet and she
was trying to tie more on to the chain while not getting her
fingers pinched off by the giants.
The more gold that came across the more giants came down to
the edge of the bridge to marvel at it and shout and dance
about. Soon even the dull witted troll wanted to come down
and party.
It happened all at once and with hindsight it was inevitable.
The unfinished edge of the old bridge collapsed under the
eustatic celebrations of the giants and troll and all of them
plunged down the chasm into the distant churning sea.
The red headed teenager stood there shocked and startled and
then pissed. If she had known the giants and troll were going
to off themselves then she could have saved three days of
burning the giantess.
The chain with its block and tackle was still there. It had
been secured far back from the edge of the bridge around one
of the sturdy support struts.
Carefully Red Sonja tied on as many bags of loot as she dared
and then she climbed across the chain to the distant bridge.
It was hairy going upon reaching the bridge as it had been
torn up fairly badly with the collapse and giant's fall.
So much so that after making the crossing once she pulled the
bags over and decided not to risk a return crossing for the
other loot laying at the base of the wall.
Most of the fabled city's great wealth now lay at the bottom
of the churning sea chasm. But she had managed to secure six
bags of gold for herself plus all the jewelry she was wearing
that had survived her climb across the rift.
Thinking again of what might happen to the innocent people
now living in the valleys and plains of the foothills and
what the hill giant's might do to them if the city's history
got out. The teen sighed and worked loose the chain holding
the pulley of block and tackle and watched the device crash
through some remaining wooden planks and then smack against
the far stone wall.
It hit with such force that it hung only briefly before the
chain torquing under the twisting weight snapped somewhere
beyond the concealing wall and the whole pulley system
plummeted into the foaming sea so far below.
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This would have been the end to this story except for one
lose strand. An ogre, named Bill. Bill had been present in
the giant's camp when Red Sonja had been interrupted in her
night time borrowing.
Bill ran a highly profitable business at the crossroads at
the foot of the hill country. He ventured up to the hill
giant's camp to trade them barrels of wine for various raw
ores they dug up by the bag full which he then traded
merchants who passed his crossroads who were on their way to
the lowlands were such ores were rare and highly prized.
Bill's business was as a toll keeper. That is he collected
'tolls' from anyone who passed his crossroads. Which was
everyone.
People paid these tolls because they thought Bill was a
monestrous beast. They thought this because the trees around
the crossroads were littered with the bodies of dead knights.
People assumed these knights were dead because they had come
to slay Bill. In fact, Bill had come across hundreds of
knights laying dead on a battle field not more than a few
miles from the crossroads and promptly placed them up in the
trees so people would think exactly what they thought.
Bill had never killed anyone but he was very large and looked
very ferocious. So everyone thought he had murdered half the
known world.
The wine Bill got to trade the hill giant's with he got from
the wine merchants who had to pass through his crossroads by
trading them ore. Bill never took anything by threat or
force. He always traded. He considered himself a fine
merchant.
Of course trade also meant the 'toll'. You had to give Bill
something to pass through his crossroads. Most people knew
this of course and instead of trying to go around the
crossroads through boggy swamps or wolf infested woods they
just ponied up and paid some small portion of their goods or
personal belongings to pass.
These items made up Bill's tradeable goods. And odd as it
sounds several merchants looked forward to meeting Bill on
their journey's end or beginning, as he often had interesting
items for trade. Providing you had something worthy for Bill
for the toll this trade of his wares was often most
profitable for traveling caravans.
This had created an odd environment. The locals had no real
problem with Bill. If you were heading to the crossroads then
you brought a small barrel of wine or ale to pay his toll and
maybe bartered through his stock for something for the wife
and kids.
People who did not know about Bill might show up in the
nearest town a might confused and missing a single shoe or a
saddle. The toll paid.
This would no doubt have gone on for a very long time, as
ogres are long lived. Without much variation or change as
ogres are very habitual creatures.
Except for one disturbing element. Red Sonja. When the fiery
teen girl was stopped by the ogre and demanded of payment to
continue on her way. The girl eyed the rotting remains of
dozens of knights in the surrounding trees and thought for a
moment and then shrugged and promptly bent over in front of
the ogre and flipped up her scale mail triangular flap rear
bottom and looked with boredom over her shoulder waiting for
the monster to mount up and claim his toll.
It was after all the toll she was used to paying to all human
toll guards who even refused bags of gold instead. She just
assumed this is what 'toll' meant if you were a red headed
hot sexy teen girl. Toll meant sex.
Bill was a bit confused. He was one hundred and sixty years
old and had never had sex before. The red headed teen soon
had him encouraged and instructed and reaming her ass until a
few moments latter he had popped his first load into her
asshole which had received so very, very many.
She smiled and flipped him a salute as the brute sat starry
eyed and then slipped a few nice looking things into her
backpack before striding upon her way.
This was the end of Bill the merchant of the crossroads. From
this moment on all tolls were anal sex. Man or woman, it was
bend over and grab the knees to pass. Considering the size of
Bill's member this was not something people were happy about.
Though it should be noted that several women who used to
complain bitterly about traveling were now very adamant about
making any journey that took them through the crossroads for
any neighbors bequest no matter how seemingly trivial or
small.
Red Sonja had heard something about this uproar in the local
towns but had not put two and two together to guess that she
was the catalyst at work here.
Others apparently had and she was obliged to leave the local
towns and head into the hills to make her way to elsewhere.
Elsewhere took her by an encampment of drunken giants who had
some rather nice things that they surly had no use for and
she was just about to help them with that when Bill pinched
her.
He literally pinched her ass. She yelped in surprise and the
whole camp was upon her and had her trussed up in seconds and
deciding what to do with her; Bill, trying to explain, with
no success, the pleasures of anal sex with tight young women.
In the end, it was decided to take her up to the Broken City
for reasons already explained.
Bill knew this. He knew that she and the giants had headed up
to Broken City going after the treasure long rumored there.
He was the only one who knew this other than her, but how
long before the gregarious ogre told others and others and
others still?
She was laden with treasure. And Bill, poor stupid talkative
Bill, now had a hefty bounty on his head. A bounty large
enough to get her out of the hill country without having to
trade her Broken City treasure to anyone who would guess
where it had come from.
Poor Bill.
Red Sonja slipped past the hill giant camp ablaze with
drunken songs of joys yet to come, and headed to the
crossroads and a second fateful meeting with Bill.
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"Ah, you're back. And laden to the staggering point with
treasure too!" Bill winked at Red Sonja who dropped her heavy
bags of gold and silver and gems and collapsed upon them
sighing deeply from the effort of lugging them down the
hills.
"I take it then, that is your share? Must have been quiet a
haul indeed for them to part with so much to you. Giants are
notoriously stingy. I will have to take up to them some more
than the usual items and wine straight away!" Bill slapped
his hands together and rubbed them as he shook his oversized
misshapen head.
He began to move rapidly about, digging through his piles
upon piles of goods, looking for items the hill giants
couldn't resist to trade their new gems and gold for; anxious
less some other traders beat him to it.
She could have just left then. He was so far gone in his
thoughts of trade and barter that he had completely forgotten
she was even there.
She waited until he remembered.
He did of course. Hard to not notice a hot sexy red headed
teen sitting upon bags of gold and silver when she is decked
out in layers of jewelry but otherwise stark naked.
Bill stared at her naked firm body glittering under the
jewels and she smiled back at him and winked.
"Ahhhhhh, the toll. I had almost forgotten it. So silly of
me," Bill undid the knot of his rope belt and his pants fell
to the ground.
Red Sonja raised an eyebrow and motioned to her piles of gold
and silver and jewels upon which she was sitting with ankles
crossed and one booted foot playfully bouncing up and down
causing her breasts to do the same. "As you can see," she
waved a hand over her body covered in fine necklaces and
bracelets and the bags of riches and wealth she sat upon. "I
have plenty to offer you this time."
She rolled over onto her stomach and wagged her pear shaped
round proud naked ass at him like a puppy dog tail as she dug
face down in the bags and spoke, "how about something other
than common gold coins? A crown perhaps?"
Bill stared at the moist coin slot pussy wiggling before him
and the tight red puckered ass hole so taunt and swallowed
hard. "No, no thank you. Perhaps we will just do the same
trade as before?"
"Oh, nonsense," her muffled voice pouted from inside one of
the bags. "I was a pauper then. Now I am as rich as a Queen!"
Her ass continued to sway back and forth and Bill had to
reach up to stop his head from following it in hypnotic arcs.
Red Sonja squealed and turned around abruptly holding
something in her hands. "Here's something you can't say no
to! Rubies and gold worked in to the image of three cherries
connected on their steams. Such a clever broach! There now,
do you want my cherry, Bill?" She looked up at him under
heavy eye lids, face pouting, offering up the cherries in her
hands and cleverly her tits as well by her elbows. "Please
take my cherry."
It was too much for Bill. He had no idea what or how a cherry
was to relate to a hot sexy teen body but he instantly
understood it some how did! He snatched up the girl and was
about to rape here then and there standing up when she
shouted out, "steady on, Bill! Steady on! What's come over
you?"
Bill froze completely confused and uncertain. He was after
all new to this sort of thing. Usually he said, 'bend over,'
they bent over, and he went to town. It had been like for
over a week now. This was so very, very different? Very
confusing. He had a slight feeling that somehow he was out of
his depths with this large wet eyed fragile girl.
"Here Bill," she muttered hoarsely. Her voice having gone all
husky. "Here," she took off her circlet and tried to put it
on his oversized misshapen head as he held her close.
It really was too much. He tossed her down upon her own money
bags and flipped her over as she laughed and squealed.
He grabbed her waist and pulled up that perfect posterior
towards him. Like bread fresh out of the oven it rose up in
mounds at him. He drooled.
He felt a manly need to dominate the situation which the girl
was taking far too frivolously. He made to throw violently
the silver circlet from him. The one she had dared to suggest
he take instead of her ripe pale ass. Only to freeze at the
sight of it in his hand. He turned it over and over and then
snorted with some mirth mixed with derision. "Do you even
know what you have been wearing on your head silly little
girl?"
She only turned a blushing face over her shoulder at him and
gushed out an 'ahhhh' as if just being on her stomach and ass
up toward him had already robbed her senses of anything but
lust.
He blushed and waved the silver circlet at her, "this isn't a
crown or a tiara. This is a giant's cock ring!" He laughed
and snorted again. "Silly girl you have been wearing this
thing on your head all this time. Here I will show you how it
is meant to be properly worn!" With lusts mixed with rage at
his need; Bill struggled into the huge cock ring. He was
lucky it could be adjusted in size for the one who it had
been made for had been a giant indeed!
With the ring in place at the base of his penis the ogre
began to savage the young red head's bottom like a calf going
after a cow's tit.
No mere moments and spent this time. The cock ring was
enhanced with magic to prolong the man's erection and
vitality. Hours and hours he plowed away in wonderful
eustatic joys! Red Sonja in turn ravaged her own clit with
her fingers to bury the pain in pleasure as best she could.
For groaning moaning hours she watched the Eastern horizon.
She had of course known about the giant cock ring. And her
plan was proceeding well. She might not be able to ride a
horse for a day or two or three or four but... she kept a
watch on the horizon through slit narrowed teary eyes.
Hours, hours, then daylight. Daylight caught them full with
cloudless glory. A welcome relief for her but it turned poor
Bill into a block of stone. He had a nice cave nearby where
he always did his dealings during daylight hours. Waving a
bow threateningly at those who thought for a moment they
could just ride by; he could handle a little dappled light
but caught in its full rays; to stone poor Bill became.
Unfortunately the teen found herself at that moment of coitus
interruptus with Bill yanking back upon her hair with one
large hand and yanking a wrist back with the other and of
course with his considerable sized member full up to the nut
sack inside her.
Simply put, she was fucked.
Unable to escape his stone grasp the young teen had to wait
several hours for the first tentative merchant trader to
venture to the crossroads. So it was almost noon when he
arrived and assessing her situation; quickly stole all her
gold in her bags and most of the jewelry off her body before
leaving her there still impaled upon that stone shaft up her
ass.
This was repeated again and again. With passerby's looting
Bill's horde of wares and giving her a wink and a leering
smile or two.
One bastard actually pinched her nipples hard until she
shrieked in pain and then slapped his dick in her face after
jacking off on it! Damn priests!
Soon people from the neighboring towns were there in their
hurriedly hitched wagons loading up anything and everything.
It was almost nightfall when some old man anchored with a
small boy felt sorry enough for her that he traded a young
blacksmith, who had arrived too late for anything good to be
had, with a few choice items to use a maul to break her free.
It had been worse than the arrow ride and landing over the
gorge but she alive, broke, and pissed. Still she mumbled her
thanks to the old man and blacksmith and gave the boy a pat
on the head and bowlegged as a crab she made her naked way as
fast as she could out of the hill country vowing never to
return.
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