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The Green Witch
of the Dell
as Cricket and Cody dragged Ashley from the stage and to her
fate"—a night of Hot Monkey
with Mitch. Ashley does
Xena-before-she-met-Gabrielle thing so very
she thought, the Beautiful
with a dark past, but not really evil... or as hard as she pretends to
be. She's perfect! And Mitch makes a pretty good
Lord, even if he is a
fresh with the hands. She made a mental note to
"discuss" the topic with him at the first opportunity.
Jillian was also watching Ashley's departure. A satisfied
smile curling her coral lips, she finally
shifted her gaze to the two
remaining captives. "I suppose we might as well get on
she purred, then turned to face Kayley. "Madam Sorceress,"
she said, favoring the cloaked figure with a polite
bow. "I apologize for Lord Carleton's insistence on
and thank you
for your sufferance. Petty Lords can be jealous of what
perceive to be their right of place."
"A trivial matter," Kayley answered, rising from her
selection was never in doubt, and does not conflict with
indigo robe swirled and fluttered as she approached the
stage, and the arcane
symbols embroidered on its dark silk glimmered and
mounted the steps and passed the Saxon without pause, then
turned and faced Pilar, with a dramatic (appropriately dramatic)
cloak and hair.
"You don't wish to even consider
Lady Foxwood inquired.
Kayley turned and gazed at Hannah's stretched, helpless
"A strong aura," she said, "but the wrong aura. She's a
enough thing; however, unlike the Earl, I'm not here solely for
pleasure. Still..." She took a couple of steps to
until she was
in front of Hannah, reached out, and cupped the blond captive's
sex. "She is a
and might prove
useful in other ways."
Hannah yelped through
gag, as if she'd been shocked, then began shivering in her
Kayley smiled, extended her index finger, and began rubbing the
captive's clitoris, using a light, circular motion. The
Maiden's thigh muscles clenched and she moaned through her
Abruptly, Kayley withdrew her hand, then gave
her finger a slow,
delicate lick. "No... my supply of Maiden's Honey is
adequate, for the moment."
Hannah glared at
then blushed and turned her face away.
Kayley chuckled. "Hmm... if this one is still unsold at
quarter moon, I might return and purchase her. I can
use for a few
extra vials." She
cupped Hannah's breasts with both hands and gave them a gentle
squeeze. "I know a charm that will make these delightful
udders swell and become productive. Maiden's Milk is a
of many powerful potions, and its efficacy is greatest when
"I'm sure other maidens will be available," Lady Foxwood purred,
this one is not."
"Yes," Kayley answered. "You never seem to have trouble
restocking your inventory." She stepped back
in front of
tonight... this one serves my purpose."
Pilar shivered in her bonds. Kayley's icy blue (incredibly
gorgeous) eyes seemed
to drill into
her soul. And now that she was close, Pilar could see a
pencil-thin line of iridescent, turquoise-blue paint running
Kayley's cheekbones, tracing the bottom margin of her black
raccoon-mask makeup. The effect was... eerie... and
Her Ladyship made a graceful gesture. "She is—"
"Pilar," Kayley interrupted, "third
daughter of Taghdu, the healer, midwife, and cottage witch of
Golden Trees, a minor village in the foothills of the
A'Haggar Mountains, east of Quarghasset." She
reached out and cupped Pilar's sex, as she had with
Lady Foxwood frowned. "How do you—?"
"Nothing is hidden from one who has the sight of three eyes,"
intoned. Her gaze shifted to the
of the Keep. "Do not be alarmed, M'Lady," she said, with
protect you... for the most part."
She turned back to Pilar. "You have always wondered why
your mother encouraged you to leave, after you came of
that not so, Pilar?" She began sliding her hand.
feared your power—but not in a jealous way. She feared
might call down
upon your village. The elementals of the Great Desert are
attracted to fluxing powers, and your mother knew that if the
of you were to remain in the village, it would be like a
summoning. At the very least, the winds
would dry the fields and strip the leaves from the
orchards. At worst, sandstorms would obliterate the entire
valley. One of you would have to leave, and with a
village and family depending on her, Taghdu had no real choice,
broke her heart, but she had to send you away."
(Pilar made a mental note to compliment Connie on her excellent
embellishment of Pilar the Courtesan Dancer's back story, or she
anyway. It was becoming increasingly difficult to
anything other than Kayley's hand.)
The Sorceress continued caressing Pilar's labia, and nudging
clitoris with her index finger. "Your power is why you
Pilar," she whispered, as her hand worked its magic.
"When you dance, you please the
Wind Elementals, and they, in turn, feed your gift. Thus
with all talents. Thus it has always been.
Earth, Water, Fire, Air—sometimes acting in concert, and
alone." Her hand was now moving in earnest, and Pilar
moaning through her gag and tugging on her bonds. "They
and reward us, Pilar, until...
finally... they use us up."
Pilar's eyes were clenched tightly
closed. Her breasts were
and her nostrils flaring above her gag as she continued to
struggle. She became aware of a whistling sound, as if the
Sorceress had spoken were blowing through the Keep. It
and the air around her naked body
began to stir. Am I
this? she wondered. Is
it all in my
head? She opened her eyes and found that the
lights in the
Common Room had dimmed, and
the Elven globes set in sconces along the walls and placed as
footlights along the stage were seething with blue and green
of eldritch fire. Loose strands of her hair, as well as
hair, as well as Her Ladyship's veil, were lifting and wafting
"The power of the wind, Pilar," Kayley said, her voice only just
the eerie, wailing noise. "For you, it is the power of the
and only the
Pilar screamed through her gag—and came—and the wind roared in her
ears, and it seemed to be whispering her name!
And then it was over. She hung in her bonds, spent and
shivering. The wind had departed as quickly as it had
come, and the globes had returned to
their former yellow-white glows.
"You would summon such an unpredictable force into my Keep?" Lady Foxwood
Kayley laughed. "The Great Ones go where they will," she
said, with a
mocking smile. "Besides, you ask Danu's children to turn
windmill, but begrudge them a small pleasure?"
Her Ladyship's smile returned. "Well... when
you put it that way."
"I'll take her," Kayley said, then turned and strode from the
a swirl of indigo silk.
"My retainers should return shortly," Lady Foxwood said, and
"A brief delay is acceptable," the Sorceress responded.
had reached her
table. Her eyes were on Pilar as she lifted her goblet so
could refill it from her ewer.
Pilar sighed through her gag and let her chin drop. Damn! she thought. Kayley is wicked good with that
swiveled her head towards the Saxon—and
found the blonde looking back at her. Pilar blushed (or
her cheeks were still flushed from recent events) and turned
the front. Whatever
mind, it's a pity she didn't buy both of us. Por
el amor de Dios that 'Saxon'
|| Tales of the Foxwood B&B: ASAF
Into the Woods
later, Lady Foxwood's retainers returned, and Her Ladyship
indicated Pilar with a graceful wave of the hand. The fey
mounted the stage and released
the dancer from her manacles and shackles, but immediately bound
her with hemp rope,
using the same box-tie technique as her original captor,
Ashley-the-Unfortunate-Amazon. In addition, they tied her
ankles about two feet apart, adding a vertical
strand that linked to her wrist bonds and kept the hobble from
ground. Next, her plug-gag and
spider-gag were removed, but Pilar only had time to lick her
few times before a large wad of
soft, coarsely woven linen was crammed into her mouth and a
cloth added to keep it in place. Finally, a hemp noose was
dropped over her head, to serve as collar and
Packaging for delivery complete, Pilar was led from the stage
end of the neck rope placed in her new owner's hand. The
gazed at Pilar and smiled, then shifted her gaze and nodded to
elves. "Diol lle,
"Lle creoso," the elves
answered in unison, then bowed and stepped back.
Kayley nodded at Lady Foxwood. "Our bargain is struck,"
said. "I shall renew and extend the outer shell of your
Keep's curse-wall, as we agreed."
"May she serve you well," Her Ladyship responded, and curtsied.
With another swirl of indigo silk, the Sorceress turned and
away. The leash snapped taut and Pilar stumbled
Apparently, the Sorceress knew her way around the Keep, for she
Pilar through the maze of ground floor corridors to a side
entrance. There was a pause while she
knelt and placed moccasin-like slippers on Pilar's feet, then
through the door and into the night.
And a dark night it was, moonless and clear. Countless
twinkled overhead. The wind (Pilar's patron?) was stirring
of the trees, and down by the pond the frog chorus was in full
voice. Pilar shivered and felt goosebumps rising on her
shoulders, and arms... but she knew this was as much in
whatever lay ahead as a
physiological response to the night chill. And her hard
the thrill shivering
her legs? That was definitely
Stride-by-stride—awkward, hobbled stride-by-stride,
in Pilar's case—they left the Keep grounds, passed among the
forest. As Pilar's eyes adjusted, she noticed that
the mystical symbols on the Sorceress' robe were glowing with a pale
green light, or perhaps the silver thread was catching the last
from the flickering "Elven Torch-Globes" of the Keep and her
was working overtime. Pilar's new owner muttered a phrase
the glow of the symbols pulsed and brightened.
eerie glow was now sufficient to
light the path
under their feet, but was still grossly insufficient to
darkness between the trees.
Pilar trudged after the Sorceress, following the shimmering
robe. The trail began to drop, leading them down into the
valley. They continued for several minutes... then Pilar
notice a dim, greenish glow through the trees.
They came closer, and the glow resolved into a canvas
pavilion nestled in a small clearing and lit from within.
in front of the entrance was a roughly rectangular object of
covered by a tarp. It was irregular in shape but about
three by three feet in overall dimensions. Pilar
couldn't tell what it
The Sorceress stepped around the canvas covered lump, pulled the
entrance flap aside, and led the way inside.
It was a luxurious space. The outer walls and canopy were
plain canvas, but their interiors were draped in overlapping
of thin, translucent silk. They were a pleasing mix of
colors, and, like the Sorceress' robe, were
intricately woven with gold and silver
thread. Countless tiny,
flickering Elven globes provided a warm glow, some dangling from
spiderweb network of light chains near the ceiling, and some
strings between the outer walls and the interior drapes.
covered the floor, woven in the swirls and stylized renderings
leaves, vines, and animals favored by the Wood and Jungle
In the center of the pavilion was a
fire pit lined with large, interlocking stones. The
Sorceress leaned over the pit, waved her hand above a small pile
wood—and it burst into
Panniers and wooden trunks were scattered around the pavilion,
together with jumbled piles of soft pillows and cushions.
The Sorceress led Pilar to one of these silky, padded nests, not
from the fire pit. "Sit," she
It was an order Pilar found easy to obey. Why shouldn't
off her feet? She
watched as the Sorceress untied her leash, knelt close from
behind, looped the hemp around her waist, and tied it off at the
of her back. She tied a series of closely spaced knots,
then pulled the rope between Pilar's legs, cleaving her butt
smelled of herbs and musk, and her
fingers were strong and warm. Pilar shivered as
those fingers made intimate adjustments and tied the final knot,
She looked up, and stared at the handful of stars shining
smoke-hole in the roof of the pavilion. She then lowered
watched the Sorceress remove her
slippers and untie the rope linking her hobble to
her wrist bonds. Her captor hitched the linking strand
her crotch-rope, in
the back, then pulled her ankles towards her butt, forcing her
her legs. She
then took out the slack and tied a final knot, somewhere
shoulders and well beyond the reach of her fingers. There
was sufficient slack for Pilar to
squirm and snuggle into the soft cushions, but she wouldn't be
going anywhere until she was untied.
Pilar shivered in her
bonds. Gagged, box-tied, and now loosely hogtied, she was
comfortable but helpless—deliciously
By this time, the fire had collapsed to a bed of glowing
Sorceress deployed an iron grill over half the fire pit,
opened a pannier and removed several small cloth-wrapped bundles
jars of hand-blown glass. She set a ceramic pot directly
coals, then began filling it with various broths and liquids,
thick and brown, and
some clear. She then began adding handfuls of already
chopped vegetables and herbs.
Pilar's empty stomach growled. Maybe the Sorceress was
potion, but whatever it was, it smelled delicious. Her
stirred the pot with a wooden spoon, occasionally pausing to
and continued adding chopped herbs and various
cooking something! Pilar decided.
growled, again, and her mouth began to water—above and beyond
drooling already being caused by her gag.
The Sorceress smiled (obviously aware of her captive
healthy appetite) and continued her culinary
chores. She opened another packet, unfolded an inner layer
green leaves, and began lifting skewers of meat chunks coated
a pale, green-flecked sauce, and placing them directly on the
grill. They sizzled and smoked as they touched the hot
Pilar squirmed in her inescapable bonds and watched her owner
between stirring the
pot and turning the skewers. The pot was beginning to
steam, and the meat chunks were taking on a nice char. Oh, please let this not be a cruel trick,
Pilar prayed. Please
let it be
for me! Finally, after several seemingly endless minutes (and a
more stomach growling) the Sorceress moved the pot off the
removed the meat from the skewers and dropped them into the pot,
another cloth bundle. She opened it, revealing a stack of
palm-sized flat-bread rounds. They were already baked, but
painted their surfaces with a mixture of oil, herbs, and what
probably butter, and dropped them on the grill.
Toasting the flat-breads took only a couple of minutes.
Sorceress deployed the folding legs of a wooden tray, placed it
carpet in front of Pilar's helpless form, carried over the
pot, the bread, and a small wooden bowl, and settled onto the
cushions, close beside her new acquisition. She untied
Pilar's cleave-gag, then plucked the wad of crumpled linen from
Pilar licked her lips and worked her jaw as she watched the
move a few cushions to the side and lift back a flap of carpet,
revealing a wooden hatch of some sort. She lifted the
underneath was a small pit, lined with more wood and filled with
crushed ice. Nestled in the ice was an ornate glass bottle
plain goblet of burnished silver. She extracted both and
the tray, then restored the lid, carpet, and cushions.
The Sorceress locked eyes with Pilar as she deftly plucked the
from the bottle—it was in the shape a very realistic glass frog
on a very realistic glass lily pad—and poured a generous portion
clear, pale green liquid into the goblet. "Drink," she
and held the goblet to Pilar's lips.
Another order Pilar found easy to obey—and the icy, green
beverage was delicious.
It had a subtle,
fruity flavor Pilar couldn't quite place—perhaps some kind of
or not—and it definitely had
kick. "Thank you," she said, and accepted another sip.
"You are welcome, Pilar," the Sorceress purred, set the goblet
tray, and spooned meat and vegetables into the wooden
then tore a piece of toasted flat bread in half, and turned back
"What may I call you?" Pilar inquired. Her eyes were on
and her stomach was rumbling, again.
"You may not," the Sorceress answered. Her tone was not
unfriendly, but it was clear she expected to be obeyed.
speak when spoken to, and I will not give you even the trivial
a trivial name I have chosen for myself." She half-folded
torn bread and used it to spoon a chunk of stew into Pilar's
mouth. "That may change..." She scooped another
stew and fed it to her captive. "But for now, you will be
silent. Do you understand?"
Pilar nodded. She was helpless, and her owner—her supposed owner—was
witch of great power. Feigned submission continued to be
"Eat," the Sorceress murmured. "You will need your
Pilar almost opened her mouth to ask exactly what it was she was
to need her strength for—and that pesky thrill rippled through her
rope-cleaved sex, again—but she remembered to keep her
She kept her mouth open, however, and accepted another bite of
followed by another sip of the green... whatever it was.
(she wasn't quite sure of the variety) was melt-in-the-mouth
vegetables were perfectly cooked, and the sauce... the sauce was
|| Tales of the Foxwood B&B: ASAF
meal was over—adequate, but Pilar could have eaten
more—the Sorceress cleared away the tray and its contents,
Pilar from her loose hogtie, and led her towards the pavilion's
entrance. She opened and tied back the flaps, grabbed the
draped over the object near the threshold, and pulled it aside.
Pilar gasped, staring at what was now revealed. It was a
or bondage frame... or a set of horizontal pillory and stocks...
all-of-the-above. The head end was across the pavilion's
threshold, and was more or less a conventional pillory, with
wrist openings on either side of what was obviously a padded
for the neck. The section beyond was constructed from
heavy timbers, and was in the shape of a loosely spreadeagled
body. Its upper surface was padded and
covered with leather, and attached to the end of each timber
hinged pair of blocks with a single ankle opening. They
padded, as well, like the openings of the pillory.
Pilar tugged and twisted her upper body, testing her inescapable
then turned and focused on the Sorceress. "Please," she
begged, "don't hurt me."
The Sorceress would brook no defiance. "You will be silent
will allow me
to bind you in place. Otherwise, I shall summon the Fire
Does Not Burn. You will not enjoy the experience if you
do that, but the end result will be the same."
Pilar swallowed, and nodded. Damn,
is playing her part perfectly, she thought. I almost don't have to pretend to
afraid... just like I don't have to pretend to be her prisoner.
led Pilar around the frame and sat her down on the padded
timbers. Soon, she found her legs
splayed, each of her ankles locked in a thick, heavy stock, and
leather strap buckled above each knee. The padding was
surprisingly comfortable. The Sorceress began untying her
body. Pilar shivered as her crotch rope was removed, then
out at the dark forest as the rest of the soft hemp slithered
melted away from her wrists, arms, and torso. She
rubbed her wrists as her owner lifted the top half of the heavy
pillory. She looked back at the waiting openings,
again, then shifted her gaze to the Sorceress' pale-blue eyes.
"Now, Pilar," the Sorceress ordered.
Pilar lay back and settled her neck and wrists in the
openings. The Sorceress lowered the timber and it locked
with a solid thud and the click of bolts sliding into
The fit was tight, but not uncomfortable. Pilar pulled on
wrists, and the pillory didn't even shake. A padded rest
pillow supported her head. A
belt was stretched across her waist and buckled tight, then,
were deployed across her biceps, pinning them to the
could barely squirm. She gasped as something—a noose of
perhaps a leather thong—tightened around her right big
It was stretched taut and tied off. Her other toes were
and tied as well, one-by-one, and then all the toes of her left
The Sorceress stepped into view. She released the
entrance flaps and stretched them across the pillory. They
snapped taut as she knelt and tied them to the base of the
near the ground, then tied neat bows in the remaining ties.
head and hands were now inside the tent, and the rest of her was
outside, in the
locked and strapped down, and horribly exposed. The Sorceress
smiled, leaned close, and used her fingers to comb Pilar's
hair. She spread the strands to form a silky, wavy fan of
Pilar focused on the Sorceress' beautiful face. "What are
The Sorceress had silenced her with a finger across the
"Hush," she admonished. "I am going to perform a
"A summoning?" Pilar gasped. "What are you going to—Mrmpfh!"
The Sorceress had stuffed a silk cloth into Pilar's mouth,
thickly padded wooden bit between her teeth, and was now
attached straps to the pillory's headrest. Pilar's head
pinned in place, as tightly restrained as the rest of her
body. Only her fingers were free, not that they could do
but flutter in the empty air as she clinched and unclenched her
"Anything may answer my call," the Sorceress said. "Many things may
answer. It a
rite of passage every witch must go through, Pilar." She
cross-legged on a cushion and began combing Pilar's hair,
"Of course, it usually occurs as a Witchling comes of age, and only after careful
the knee of her Witch-Mistress. But I'm afraid you are far
old for any instruction or preparation to do much good. It
be sink or swim for you, Pilar." She leaned close and
captive's forehead. "Be brave. You shall almost
survive to see the dawn, and if you do... it shall be the first
a new life."
The Sorceress kissed the captive, again, then stood, opened her
and let it fall to the ground. She was now as naked as
for various fine gold and silver chains and bejeweled bracelets
decorating her wrists, arms, and throat. She straddled
and faced the closed entrance.
Her captor's sex was only a few inches from Pilar's face.
squirmed in her bonds, and her nostrils flared. She could
it was her natural musk and perhaps it was some sort of
More likely, it was both. Pilar tugged on her bonds with
strength. Again, the pillory didn't even shake.
stared up at the soft, pink, glistening folds of the Sorceress'
and her firm, tan thighs... and shivered in anticipation.
What's going to happen?
The Sorceress closed her eyes and spread her arms.
call you," she intoned. "Sky-clad I greet you. Come
and devis, great and small. Come beings of the Deep
Come creatures of the night, ancient and young, natural and
Come and accept this sacrifice. Come revel in its
Come test its strength. Come share in its pleasure and
Pilar's eyes popped wide. "Mrmfh?" Pain?? Did she say pain??
"Come!" the Sorceress commanded. "Sky-clad I call
Sky-clad your sacrifice awaits. Come!" She held her
several seconds... then let her arms drop, sighed, and stepped
With the gag pinning her head in place, Pilar couldn't see where
Sorceress had gone or what she was doing. She heard a
sound, and her owner stepped back into view and resumed her
The goblet was in her right hand and the glass bottle in her
The witch took a drink, then smiled down at her captive.
now... we wait. Try not to be afraid, Pilar. If you
this trial, you shall become a powerful Wind-Dancer. I know this to be
true." She set down
the bottle, reached down, and stroked Pilar's hair.
Pilar flinched in her
bonds. A cool breeze had
across her helpless, naked body, raising more
goosebumps. She listened, and
heard a whistling noise, somewhere in night... and it was
louder. Suddenly, the wind gusted, with sufficient force
the pavilion—and just as quickly the air was still. It had
a strange and unnatural wind.
Pilar's eyes popped wide, again. It was the snarling call
somewhere in the distance... perhaps a bobcat... or a puma?
"Urr... urr... urr... urr..."
It definitely was an
a beast, panting from the throat—and the noise was getting
if the beast was getting closer!
Pilar gazed up at
the Sorceress and whined through
The Sorceress' smile broadened. "Your first visitor,
Pilar." She leaned close and kissed Pilar's
brave. It will not harm you... probably."
|| Tales of the Foxwood B&B: ASAF
good. Although this was one of the Foxwood
Family Players' most complicated scenarios to
date (especially the
sub-scenario), everything was coming off without a hitch, so
Connie had given herself the role of Roving Facilitator (and
understudy for Cody
and/or Cricket). After all, with three clients in play at
time, someone had to
available to help Kayley cook the meals, and to answer the
phone, take deliveries, and generally keep the 21st Century side
Foxwood chugging along. She regretted having missed out on
the fun stuff, so far... but that was about to change, big time!
Connie was dressed all in black, but it wasn't her usual
and dress. She was in soft
moccasin-boots, tights, and a long sleeve tunic. Cricket,
accomplice in this scene, was similarly dressed. She
bothered removing her Elf-ear
attachments, as she hadn't had time to do the careful, proper
would preserve the pointed appliances for reuse, but it didn't
matter. Like Connie, she was now crew, and no longer a
the cast. The cousins were here to act behind the scenes,
rather, to act hands-on
unseen by Pilar.
Several yards distant and hiding behind a tree, the pair watched
Kayley finished securing Pilar to
the pillory-frame and closing the pavilion's entrance flaps.
Cricket whispered in Connie's ear. "Ready?"
Constance nodded. "As ready as is humanly possible," she
whispered back. They'd tested and re-tested the carefully
and camouflaged surround-sound
speakers, laser-projectors, and fans mounted in the trees, as
computer programs that would coordinate the special
of their imminent actions had been rehearsed, as well.
picked up their black canvas satchels of "special tools" and
towards the glowing pavilion. "No talking
from this point on," she whispered to Cricket.
Cricket stopped and stared at her cousin.
Constance stopped as well. "What?" she whispered.
"We've run through this... how many times?" Cricket demanded.
"Twice on Alice, and once on Kayley," Constance whispered, "as
know." Kayley had insisted on personally being on the receiving end of
everything they had planned
before she'd agreed to play the Sorceress to Pilar's Helpless
Damsel. And as for Alice...
Princess Nympho was always up for this kind of stuff.
was debugged and well-rehearsed. "Sorry," she whispered to
Cricket, "I'm just being anal. I know you know your
You always know your
Cricket grinned. "No problem," she giggled (softly), and
they continued forward.
They reached the entrance area... and paused. The glow
the interior was more than adequate to allow them to drink in
erotic sight of Pilar de la Calva's nude, exquisite body,
clamped and strapped to the frame, awaiting their carefully
"dirty tricks". The cousins exchanged a smile, silently
to the ground, opened their satchels, and began laying out their
supplies and equipment. They included:
Constance also pulled out a laptop computer, the kind with a
that swiveled to convert it to a touch-screen palette. She
the screen, it began to glow, and a menu appeared The
read "CAT MONSTER". Subsequent entries read:
- bundles of feathers and quills;
- two pair of fake-fur gloves (with attached claws);
- a pair of fur-covered half-masks;
- several bundles of leaves;
- two small dropper-bottles labeled "ICY-HOT";
- two plastic spray bottles labeled "ALCOHOL";
- two large plastic tubes with screw-caps, labeled
- a pair of battery-powered violet wands;
- and finally... A large rubber dildo.
Connie touched the
"CAT MONSTER" item and an icon appeared. It was labeled
- EVIL VINES;
- WOLF IN HEAT;
- TICKLE BIRD;
- and HORNY SATYR;
The cousins donned the half-masks and fur gloves, and grinned in anticipation.
Inside the pavilion, Kayley had reached the end of her Summoning
Constance slowly counted to a hundred (mentally), then tapped
icon, being careful not to let her claw damage the screen.
The "Weird Wind" sound effects began, and several small, quiet,
directional, and well-camouflaged electric fans came to
They were carefully positioned and coordinated to direct a
modulated breeze across Pilar's helpless body. The cousins
for the appropriate sound cue, then took hold of a pair of taut
rigged to the pavilon's nearest support poles, and gave them a
as they'd rehearsed. The canvas panels rattled and shook
wind sounds swelled...
then, as the sounds began to fade and the fans slowed and
stopped, they released the lines... and the opening sequence was
There was a pause of a few seconds... and then...
The surround-sound speakers were working perfectly. It really did sound like a big
on the prowl, somewhere off in the trees.
"Urr... urr... urr... urr..."
The program manipulated the volume of the speakers,
creating the illusion of the approaching "CAT MONSTER".
Constance and Cricket grinned, again, and leaned towards
Pilar's helpless body.
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...& They’re Really Wicked!
moaned through her gag and stared at the Sorceress with
The Sorceress gazed back, a sly smile curling her lips.
now comfortably reclined on a pile of silky
cushions. "Courage, Pilar," she purred. "Be brave."
The Giant Cat Spirit (or whatever it was) was tickling
and licking Pilar's feet with its claws and tongue... as well as
her thighs... and her breasts, tummy, ribs, and armpits!
horrible (wonderful) thing seemed to be everywhere on her body
once. And then, it
concentrated on her
inner thighs and crotch! Its muzzle and wet nose nudged
surprisingly delicate tongue slid between her labia and probed deep into her sex!
the while, the animal grunts and snarls continued, and strange
lights, mostly orange and yellow, were flickered on the taut
the entrance flap, scintillating curtains of luminescence, like
And as the sheets of color rippled and flashed, the silhouetted
of a huge cat's head appeared!
Pilar writhed and struggled against the taut straps and the
implacable grip of the pillory and stocks, erupting in gagged
moans. The tickling and tongue-wagging assault went on and
on, and finally, after minutes of agony (sweet agony) she
And then, the
huge cat seemed to split into different and distinct
parts! Two tongues
furry faces were nuzzling and
licking her, and four or more paws were scratching and tickling
And finally... it was over. The cat was gone.
The night was eerily still. Pilar lay in her bonds,
shuddering from the aftereffects of the visit by
the amorous feline spirit. (Wow!
did a great job with the
special effects! Pilar-the-paying-customer
the Courtesan Dancer, on the other hand, was in superstitious
awe! Praise the gods it
as her breathing slowed and her pulse returned to normal.
But her relief was short lived.
Off in the distance, a curious rustling sound began... and grew
louder. It was like bushes and tree branches thrashing
in the wind, only the wind wasn't blowing, not across her body,
like it had before. Then, the weird lights returned.
all in shades of green, and they outlined the shadows of
tendrils of leafy
"My, this is interesting," the Sorceress chuckled. "It is
for Plant Spirits to
a summons, not unless the spell is especially tailored to their
peculiar tastes. Most interesting."
Suddenly, something snapped across
breast! And then her
her right breast! It had startled her more than hurt, but
again! And next, whatever it was, it was attacking her
Pilar struggled and mewled through her gag. She was being
by branches or vines! It was more titillation than
she didn't know where the leafy switches would strike next, and
"They flail about when they get excited," the
Sorceress explained. "I hope this one isn't a nettle spirit," she purred,
took a sip from the goblet. "They've been known to weep
of sap that itch
and sting something fierce!"
Apparently the vegetative horror was some form of nettle, or a
close relative, for some sort of oily fluid was dropping on
breasts and sex, and it did "itch and sting something
Again, it wasn't that bad,
it was bad
enough! And the thrashing continued, as well as the
probing and tickling of
areas by thorny twigs. And finally, some sort of hard,
object, dripping with oily sap (but not of
the stinging kind, thank the gods) thrust into her sex, and continued thrusting,
slowly picking up the
pace as the branches continued whipping
It went on, and on, and all the while the Sorceress watched,
enjoying Pilar's desperate, helpless plight.
And finally, Pilar came.
And again, it was over.
The Sorceress leaned close, unbuckled the strap of Pilar's
now wet and slimy silk stuffing from her mouth.
Pilar licked her lips and worked her jaw. "Please," she
"Hush, child," the Sorceress responded, cradled her head, and
tipped the goblet, allowing the liquid within to dribble into
It was more of the fruity beverage from supper, and it was cold,
was good. The pillory and her reclined position made it
difficult, but, with the Sorceress' patient help, she managed to
swallow about a half a cup.
"Please," Pilar begged. "I-I can't take any more.
(Pilar de la Calva, guest of Foxwood, had a safe word, and "please" wasn't it.)
"Silly girl," the Sorceress purred. She carefully set down
goblet and used her fingers to comb a few damp, tousled strands
hair from Pilar's glistening brow. "Rest while you
It's still many hours until dawn."
"Please," Pilar whined. "They're devouring my soul!"
watched her captor
dribble the remaining contents of the goblet into the stuffing
gag. "No! Let me go, please! M'mmpfh!"
"Quiet, my precious dancer," the Sorceress cooed. She
the damp silk back into Pilar's mouth and re-secured the wooden
bit. "Rest while you can."
Suddenly, a wolf howled
Pilar shuddered and tugged on her bonds.
The Sorceress leaned close and kissed Pilar forehead, then
into her nest of cushions. "Be brave, Pilar," she
"This is only the beginning."
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