11 comments/ 31228 views/ 1 favorites Sleeping Booties By: the brothers cum SLEEPING BOOTIES by The Brothers Cum Prologue ‘And the sleeping princess was kissed by the handsome hero and she woke up.’ That’s how the story ends. Isn’t it? It’s definitely the ending you heard. Well, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that was just when things started to get interesting. Why didn’t you hear the rest of the tale? Because Hans ‘Christian Fundamentalist’ Anderson and his reactionary friends liked to keep things simple. They liked notions like ‘happily ever after, ‘good’ and ‘evil’, and defenceless damsels in distress. And there was also all the sex. In all the stories they told, they omitted and glossed over all the naughty bits. Why? Because sex is wrong. Because sex is dirty, sinful, dangerous, bad for your skin... take your pick. However, those of us who like the way it feels to have our earlobes nibbled on or our necks kissed; those of us who find sex fun, silly, ecstatic and good for the skin; we prefer the unedited versions of the fairytales. And the sleeping princess being kissed by a handsome hero is just a beginning... 1 - Music The celebrating began immediately princess Ho White woke up. This was only to be expected. For 8 months, she had been in a coma. Ho’s father, stepmother and everyone else in the kingdom rejoiced. After being kissed, hugged, and kissed some more Ho finally had a moment to herself. She locked herself in her bedroom and sat on her bed exhausted. Her muscles were sore and her spine ached. She didn’t feel right, but in more ways than just physical. The world felt wrong to her. You would think that after 8 months in a coma she would be overjoyed to see her family and friends. And she was. It had felt so good to see their faces and talk to them, but at the same time she had felt like an alien on a foreign shore, like all the people doting on her were strangers. Everything felt... a little off. Colours looked leached and drab. Everything she heard sounded as though it was an dull echo of what it should be. She even felt detached from her body. Her arms and legs felt too long and clumsy. I shouldn’t dwell on this, she assured herself. She probably just needed a while to readjust. Besides, she had every reason to be happy. Her wedding to Richard Tiny would be in a week. He was the one thing that had looked and felt right. She thought of his impish eyes and how boyish his face was when she first met him. His face had changed while she was in a coma. Its edges had hardened in a way that made him seem less innocent. His body was leaner and more defined, but there was also a difference in how he held his shoulders. Like he was carrying a weight on his shoulders. She couldn’t wait to talk to him privately and find out about everything he had gone through in the last 8 months. And she couldn’t wait for the wedding night. he and Richard had come close to making love many times, but never quite had the opportunity to go all the way. When he had woken her from the deep sleep, she had wanted him right then and there. Not surprising considering how he had woken her up. It was common folklore that in Fairyland, princesses in deep sleeps could be awakened by the kiss of the right person. So, when Ho had fallen into her coma, every prince and courtier in the land had tried his luck. None of them had succeeded until Richard because he had found out that it wasn’t being kissed by her perfect match that would wake her up, it was being kissed in the perfect place. Instead of kissing her on the lips he had parted her legs and kissed, licked and sucked her clitoris. Ho White’s flesh raised with goose pimples at the memory. Her nipples hardened as she relived the feel of Richard’s warm tongue exploring her vaginal folds. She laid back on her bed and relaxed, letting the memories wash over her like a tide. She ran her palms up her thighs, pulling up her skirt and baring her skin to the chill air. She trembled. The rest of the day the world had felt wrong, but right now it felt perfect. Her fingertips toyed with the fleshy lips of her yearning vagina. If Richard was here right now she would have asked him to lick her like he had before. To nibble, tease and make her moan with pleasure. To drink her juices. But Richard wasn’t here. He was with her father and stepmother, being introduced to the courtiers. Becoming part of the family. Ho began to rub her mound insistently. I’ll tie him up, she thought mischievously. I’ll lie him down and bind him so tight he won’t be able to leave. Then I’ll get him ready. I’ll take his knob into my mouth and suck. I’ll swirl my tongue around his tip. I’ll take my time. He’ll beg for me to fuck him but I won’t. Not until he’s so hard that it hurts him. Not until he’s squirming and begging me. Then I’ll spread my legs and take his shaft into my pussy. Ho shoved two fingers into her cunt, imagining they were Richard’s penis. She rubbed them back and forth, masturbating more vigorously. Which was when something strange happened. Ho heard music. It erupted all around her, from the walls, the bed and the her body. A heady, ethereal music that throbbed with the sexual energy pulsing through her body. For her sixteenth birthday, Ho’s father had taken her to hear the elven orchestra play. The magnificence of the melodies played by elven harps and flutes had made Ho weep and she had treasured the memory since. Compared to the music she heard now, the elven symphony was nothing. This music was raw and overwhelming. Ho stopped masturbating to listen more closely. The music stopped and she nearly wept at the loss. She placed her fingers back in her pussy but the music did not start again. She looked around desperately. Where had it come from? She realised she had heard it before... Where? It was... When she was waking up... When Richard’s tongue was licking her... For a moment she felt like she almost remembered something else, something important. But then it was gone. She pushed her finger in and out of her pussy again, eager to hear the music again, but there was only silence. 2 - The High Heel Elsewhere in the kingdom, there was a woman who lived in a shoe. In that shoe lived 86 other women and if you had enough money, you could have one, two or even three of those women engage you in the most perverse or depraved sexual acts you could imagine. The shoe was a brothel; the most renowned brothel in the kingdom. If you had always wanted to be covered in honey and have it licked off you by six women in bee outfits, it could be arranged. If you wanted to fuck a fairy, a nymph or dryad ‘High Heel’ (as it was colloquially known), was the place to go because it had multiracial sluts available for your pleasure. The woman who ran the brothel was named Sindy Loose, or ‘Mother Loose’ as the High Heel courtesans affectionately called her. She was in her early forties, and age had refined her beauty. She was tall and full bodied with dark curly locks which cascaded around her sharp features. Her large breasts had just started to sag and she dressed in outfits that accentuated her mature allure. Her lips and nipples were generally dyed a deep red and mascara accentuated the feline magnetism of her green eyes. Many of the clients who came to the brothel requested a night with her but she refused. She was now strictly management. Unlike many other brothel madams, Sindy treated all the women who worked for her with respect. They didn’t have to have sex with any client they didn’t want to, they were well paid and most of them thought of High Heel as their home. It was like a family. Sindy sympathised for her employees because she had struggled her way to success. Fourteen years earlier, Sindy had been called ‘Sinderella’ and lived with her stepmother and two stepsisters. Her stepmother had forced Sindy to have sex with all manner of men so that she could keep herself and her two daughters living in high style. Daily, Sindy had wanted to run away, but she had nowhere she could run to. Her fate had changed because one of the men her stepmother pimped her to was a burly man named Victor Corleone. He was a the head of one of the local crime families and reputed to have fairy blood. After sex, Victor loved to talk. He told her about his business, his dreams, and his estranged wife. Victor hated cheating on her but after years of marriage their sex-life had got boring. Paying for sex was the only way he could be satisfied without complications. Sindy came up with an idea to spice up Victor and his wife’s sex life. She suggested they hold a slipper party. All of Victor’s friends would come to the party and their wives would throw their slippers into a large basket. At the end of the party the men would pick slippers out of the basket at random and go home with whoever’s foot fit into the slipper they were carrying. The idea was a great success. Victor and his wife both had great sex and when they came back into each other’s arms, their sex life was re-energised. To thank Sindy, Victor had a slipper made for her out of diamond’s so fine that the slipper looked like glass. Sindy left her stepmother and stepsisters, sold the diamond slipper for a fortune and built the High Heel brothel. It was a place of refuge for women who were poor, homeless, or just irrepresible nymphomaniacs. On the day Princess Ho White came out of her coma, at High Heel it was business as usual. A general and his regiment were celebrating the recently ended war with Lilliput by having an orgy. In every room in the High Heel’s three stories the soldiers and High Heel employees gyrated and writhed against each other. Sindy walked from room to room making sure that everything was in order. In one room she found that the sexual feast had come into some problems because of chafing. “Bring more lubricating oils to room 32,” she ordered Amiz, her most trusted servants. Amiz was a tall, muscular man with coffee brown skin that marked him as one of the fire fairies. Sindy had bought him at a slave market and freed him, telling him he could return to the volcanoes of his people. He had chosen to stay with her. Amiz scuttled off to get the lubricating oils and Sindy moved on. In the next room, Elina, a particularly lascivious young woman, entertained four soldiers. One of the them was entering her from behind while she sucked another soldier’s curved weapon. The other two soldiers were watching. “Don’t just let those two watch,” Sindy instructed. “Use your hands.” Elina responded immediately, grabbing the two voyeurs’ cocks in her fists and pumping them back and forth. Brilliant, Sindy thought. I’ll have to remember to give her a bonus this month. In the next room, The general and his lieutenants were watching six women wrestling each other in oil. Their naked bodies gleamed deliciously and Sindy was tempted to take off her clothes and join them. Unfortunately, she had responsibilities. She’d just have to hold on for a few hours and, after the general’s orgy was over, get a few of the ladies to bring her to a cataclysmic orgasm. She rushed on to the next room; if she watched the wrestling too long, she wouldn’t be able to hold back. Just as she was about to enter the next room Amiz ran up the corridor. “You must come quick,” he panted. “Are we out of lubricant oils?” “No. There is a problem in the main hall.” Sindy was immediately disquieted. That was where the largest group of soldiers were being serviced. She had been afraid that would get out of hand. Soldiers were a violent bunch, many of whom were accustomed to forcing women when they wanted sex. She had been very clear when making out the general’s contract: just one bruise on any one of the girls and the price would be doubled and the offending soldier would receive 50 lashes. She had thought that would be sufficient deterrent. But that couldn’t be it, she realised. Amiz could handle overly aggressive soldiers better than she could. He wouldn’t have called her unless it was something beyond him. In the main hall numerous men and women in various states of undress gathered around an inert body. It was Jemila, a woman who had joined the brothel a few weeks ago. Her naked body was spreadeagled on the floor. One of the soldiers was crouched over her. He looked up at Sindy. “She’s not dead,” he assured. “She’s asleep. But I can’t wake her up.” “What happened.” “I didn’t do anything. We were having sex and then suddenly, she started trembling and next thing I knew she passed out.” Sindy heard a shrill scream from upstairs. She walked out of the main hall and briskly sought out the source. In one of the theme rooms the naked body of another of her employees was lying unconscious. Another woman, with a dildo strapped around her waist, was looking down at her and crying. “I don’t know what happened. She fainted and I can’t wake her up.” And then, from downstairs, a crash. Sindy looked at Amiz and gestured that he should go and check out the commotion. In the next few minutes bedlam ensued. All over the brothel, girls were passing out. Amiz and Sindy checked every room and when they had finished, she sat down confused and frightened. A total of 27 of the girls had passed out. 3 - Sleep The brothel was just the beginning. That night, all over the White Kingdom, women passed out during sex and their partners could do nothing to wake them up. Even at the palace, several scullery maids, a dancer and courtiers all passed out. The next day, King August White was in a panic. Some evil witch must have cursed the kingdom. He consulted with his advisors but none of them knew anything. Desperate, he sent messengers out in all four directions. Anyone who knew anything about the sleeping plague should come to the palace the next day. Ho White watched all of this very quietly. It was an unsettling coincidence that on the same day that she came out of an 8 month coma, women had started passing out all over the kingdom. 16 - The Church of the Godmother A violent banging on the door to High Heel woke Sindy. She dragged herself out of bed reluctantly. She’d stayed up most of the night trying trying to reawaken her afflicted employees. Nothing had worked. Not even dipping them into cold water. Sindy stumbled to the door and opened it to find a large mob outside the brothel. It was a few hundred men and women from the village, many whom she recognized as ex-clients. They were carrying pitchforks, clubs and machete’s. A fat, bald pated monk with a large scepter stood in the front of the group shouting. “We stand now at the gates of hell.” He pointed at Sindy. “And here is the chief demoness!” “I’m sure there is a misunderstanding...” Sindy began. The monk’s shouts drowned her out. “The Godmother’s vengeance began here. The people of the White Kingdom have been led astray. For too long we have tolerated dens of sin like this and now all of us have been punished. Our innocent daughters and wives have been struck down and they will only wake again when we purge the kingdom of all fornication.” The monk raised his sceptre and swung, striking the side of Sindy’s face. Sindy fell to the floor and brought a hand up to her bleeding face. The mob charged, shouting curses. Sindy braced herself, ready to feel their wrath. Suddenly, two powerful arms took hold of her. She screamed but then relaxed when she saw it was Amiz. He slung her over his shoulders as easily as he would a sack of feathers then ran into the mob, kicking and shoving his way through. He tore a club out of a villager’s hand and swung it back and forth, clearing a path through the masses. Once through, he ran toward the stable, tossed Sindy onto the back of a stallion and jumped onto a horse himself. “Wait,” Sindy said. “The girls.” “There’s no time,” he replied. “Their coming.” He tugged the reins of her horse, urging it into a gallop. When there were a few miles away from High Heel Amiz tried to be optimistic. “I don’t think they will hurt the girls. They blame you and probably think of the girls as innocent victims.” Sindy pointed at a spire of smoke in the distance. “They’re burning it down. The followers of the Godmother have hated us for a long time. Now they have their opportunity.” What would they do the girls? At least the ones who were awake had a chance to run away, but what about the ones who were asleep? Were they burnt alive? The followers of the Godmother had done worse to heretics and witches back when their power had been absolute. They had lost influence over the last two decades, most of all during the last year. King August White had rewritten the moral code, decriminalising many things (like public displays of affection) that had been illegal. Amiz tore off a strip from his shirt and applied it to the wound on Sindy’s forehead. “What shall we do?” “I don’t know,” she replied. “We have nowhere to go.” “I could take you with me to the volcanoes of my homeland, but you could not survive at those temperatures.” “You can go Amiz. I will find a way. I always have.” “Have you learnt nothing all these years,” Amiz answered. “Since you saved me from a life of slavery, your fate and mine are intertwined. We will find a way together.” “Thank you.” Sindy was terrified, but knowing that Amiz was with her helped. She decided they should ride to Victor Corleone’s mansion. Perhaps he could help? On their way they came across a rider from the palace. He told them that the king was looking for information on the sleeping plague. Sindy changed their heading. When they reached King White’s palace they were fed and given some time to rest. With the sun’s setting, everybody who thought they knew something about the sleeping plague was given the chance to speak. “It’s because of that old woman who lives across the river,” one person accused. “She’s a witch.” More of the same followed. Fingers were pointed at the immigrant population, the dark skinned elves, the gypsies and everyone else who was hated. By the time Sindy got her chance to speak, King White was frustrated. “I don’t know if it will help,” she explained, “but I think all the women who fell to sleep were having orgasms.” August waved her off like the other crazies but a young woman sitting beside the king and queen spoke. “Wait.” By her red hair and pale, almost albino skin Sindy identified her as the Princess Ho White. “What makes you think this?” Sindy explained how she had interviewed all the people who had been in the brothel. All had said the same thing. Just before they passed out all 27 of the now unconscious women had trembled, moaned, tossed their heads from side to side, or screamed, “yes, yes, yes, yes, right there.” The blood rushed out of Ho White’s face, making her even more pale. “It is as I feared. This is all somehow related to me.” August’s eyebrow raised. “Don’t blame yourself...” Ho cut him off. “Richard brought me out of the coma by bringing me to orgasm. Clearly sex and this sleeping sickness is related.” “Then I think it may be my fault,” interrupted Queen Goldicocks. August let out an exasperated sigh. “Not you too.” “August, you remember what I told you about the magic dildo.” The rest of the people in the room were puzzled so she explained. [[EVENTS OF THE NEXT PARAGRAPH HAPPENED IN ‘THE LEGEND OF GOLDICOCKS’, ‘1,001 NIGHTS’ & ‘HO WHITE AND THE SEVEN DICKS’. IF YOU HAVE READ THESE STORIES YOU MAY SKIP THIS SUMMARY]]. For most of her life, Goldicocks had been unable to have an orgasm. She had fucked many men but all of them had penises that were too big or too small. Goldicocks had longed to find one that fit just right. A little over a year ago, she had been about to give up when she met a witch who had given her a magic dildo. The witch had told her to rub the magic dildo against her clit and say, “Dildo Dildo on my clit, where is the dick with the perfect fit?” It had led her to August. Unfortunately, after the marriage, August’s faith in the Godmother’s laws (sex should only be for reproduction, lust is a sin) had started to get in the way. He had rejected Goldicocks repeatedly because he wanted to be a good example for Ho White. Goldicocks had started to resent Ho White and the sexual frustration had warped her logic to the point that she started to think if she got rid of Ho White, all her problems would be solved. She tried to have a gardener kill Ho, but that plan had failed. Eventually she had used the magic dildo. The witch who had given her the magic dildo had warned her that anyone who had an orgasm while using it would pass out and not be able to wake up. In disguise, she had sold Ho the magic dildo. Ho had used it and then passed out until Richard Tiny woke her. Sleeping Booties Queen Goldicocks finished her explanation by saying, “it seems that Richard’s kiss did not erase the curse, it just passed it on.” “The course seems clear then,” Sindy declared. “The witch you got this dildo from may be able to help us.” “She lives far away, in a forest of my old kingdom. It takes a few weeks of travel.” “If you’re here,” Sindy asked. “Who is ruling your old kingdom?” “It’s not like here,” Goldicocks explained. “Royalty has no power, they’re just symbolic. The prime minister has all the power.” “Well,” declared the King. “I’ll send a contingent of men to speak to this witch and...” He did not get to finish his sentence. the double doors of the throne room flew open and a group of soldiers and monks marched into the room. Leading them was the same fat, bald-pated monk who had led the assault on the High Heel brothel. “You,” gasped the King. “Yes,” the monk replied. “It is I, Cyric the Enlightened, your old religious advisor. I advised against it when you said you wanted to defile the memory of your first and only true wife by marrying that harlot.” He pointed a bony digit at Goldicocks. “After that, things only got worse. She led you and the whole kingdom into ruin. She influenced you to change the laws, the very backbone of the nation. You even had sexual orgies in the palace.” “Cyric,” pleaded the King. “I came to understand that sex is an expression of love and not dirty or sinful at all.” “You see,” Cyric said to the soldiers around him. “He damns himself with his own words. I am left with no choice. By the power invested in me by the Holy Church of the Godmother, I remove you from power.” The soldiers advanced decisively, drawing their swords and killing the King’s bodyguards. The king, Queen Goldicocks, Princess Ho, her fiancé Richard Tiny, Amiz, and Sindy were shackled and led to the dungeons. Cyric walked to the now vacant throne. His lips curved in a lipless grin and he sat. 17 - Questions The King and Queen were chained to each other and placed in a dank cell. The men , Amiz and Richard, were thrown into another cell. Ho White and Sindy were led at sword point to a cell at the bottom level of the dungeon. The guard pushed them into the cell and was about to lock them into it when Sindy got a glimpse of his fresh face under his helmet. “Alex, Is that you?” “I’m afraid so.” He pulled off his helmet. His coppice of wild blond hair was just as golden as Sindy remembered. “I hate to be the one to lock you up.” “How were your exams?” She asked. “I passed with flying colors.” “Then why are you working as a guard?” “It’s hard finding work as an apothecary.” “Alex came to my brothel two years ago,” Sindy explained. “He was in university back then and he had come up with a novel studying method.” She smirked at Alex, who blushed a deep crimson. “He asked for a group of ladies to ask him questions from his text book and whenever he got one right, he was rewarded with a lick, a kiss, a nibble or a suck. When he got one right he would get a spank, a lash or a bite.” “It was the only time I ever enjoyed studying.” He pulled out his keys and slammed the cell shut. “You know Alex,” Sindy said coyly. “You haven’t got an exam coming up but I’m sure Ho and I could come up with a few questions for you to answer.” To emphasize her point she reached around Ho’s waist and then brought her hands up slowly, stroking Ho’s small breasts. Ho purred with pleasure, only half acting. Sindy’s caress sent chills through her. “With Cyric the Enlightened in power,” Sindy continued. “It’s only a matter of time before all sex for pleasure is outlawed. This might be your last chance to...” “Shut up and kiss me,” Ho said firmly, spinning in Sindy’s embrace. Their lips met and Sindy’s fingers traced the outline of Ho’s waist. Their tongues melted together Ho tasted an unidentifiable sweet spice in Sindy’s saliva. The cell door creaked open and Alex entered. He placed his arm around Sindy, so that Ho was sandwiched between him and Sindy. “No, no, no,” Sindy scolded. “That’s not how the game is played.” She pushed away his arms and got down on her knees, unbuckling his belt. Ho got to work pulling off his tabard and shirt. She enjoyed the rippling play of his muscles, tight and sun bronzed from hours of practicing swordplay. “What’s the capital of the White Kingdom?” Sindy asked. Her lips were an inch from his erect penis and it jerked at the feel of her hot breath. “Luria,” he replied and closed his eyes, eager to feel her take his cock into her mouth. “But that was such an easy question. I think you only get a kiss.” Ho licked Alex’s bottom lip and then pressed her lips to his gently. She then leaned into him. He could not ignore the twin points of her rigid nipples burning into his flesh. She whispered into his ear, “how many years ago was the white kingdom founded?” “Three hundred and nineteen,” he replied. “Not fair,” objected Sindy. “I didn’t hear the question.” “I’m afraid he got it right,” Ho told her. “Suck away. But it wasn’t that hard, so just for ten seconds.” Sindy grinned and then wrapped her lips around the end of Alex’s cock. She flickered her tongue against the tip, and grabbed his shaft with her left hand. She then took his length slowly into her mouth and sucked it in as far as she could. Just as slowly, she released him. “One,” she said aloud and then took him into her mouth again. This time she cupped his scrotum while she sucked. “Two,” she continued and sucked him in again. Meanwhile Ho was licking Alex’s earlobe, and the sensations were overwhelming him. “Three,” Sindy said and envelopped his cock with her lips again. Ho trailed a line of kisses down the side of Alex’s neck and chest. By the time Sindy got to ‘eight’ she at waist level. For nine and ten, she sucked his cock the same time as Sindy, Sindy sucking the head while she licked and sucked the base. “Don’t stop,” Alex begged. “What is my full name,” Sindy asked. “Mother Loose,” Alex said desperately, then yelped in pain. Sindy had bitten into his thigh. “Sinderella Loose,” she corrected. “What do I want to do to you right now?” Ho asked. “Fuck.” “Correct. You better lie down.” He lay down and Ho took off her clothes. Sindy admired Ho’s compactly muscled form and thought to herself, if Ho had worked at the brothel she would have brought in a lot of money. Sindy took off her own dress, cupping her breasts for Alex’s delighted gaze. She moaned. Ho was tired of waiting. She parted her legs and guided Alex’s cock into her vagina. “Watch out,” Sindy cautioned. “If you have an orgasm, you’ll pass out.” “Don’t worry. I’m just giving him ten seconds... Make that twenty.” Ho began to undulate back and forth, enjoying Alex’s rod within her cuny, swallowing it into her vaginal folds, letting it penetrate her as deep as it could, letting it stroke her. Sindy knelt on top of Alex’s face so that he could lick her pussy while Ho fucked him. She reached out and cupped Ho’s breasts, rubbing the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She was surprised by how hard Ho’s nipple was, and more so by how hot her flesh was. She looked at Ho’s face which was beaded with sweat. You’d think they had been having sex for an hour. “Are you all right Ho,” Sindy asked. Ho barely heard Sindy. She was lost in the pleasure pulsating through her body. And the music. The magnificent, heavenly music was back. And everything she heard was a part of it. Her own gasps of pleasure, Alex’s moans and whimper’s, Sindy’s voice. She increased her pace, fucking Alex desperately. She felt the heat building in her loins and although she had said she would stop after twenty seconds she couldn’t stop. Besides, she thought to herself, I usually don’t have an orgasm before at least hald an hour. I’m safe right now. Sindy meanwhile was worried about Ho, but at the same time very turned on. There was nothing more arousing than watching Ho’s body flailing back and forth as she fucked Alex in whatever trancelike state she was in. Also, inexplicably, Sindy felt tendrils of heat and ecstasy rushing through her blood. Her nerves had never felt quite so sensitive during sex, and Alex’s licking, even though it was clumsy and unseasoned, was driving her insane. She looked at the place where Alex and Ho’s bodies were fused jealously. If only his cock was inside her. Not one to dwell on envy, Sindy bent over and licked Ho’s clitoris. Ho’s juices scalded her tongue with delicious heat. A wave of ecstasy coursed through her and she convulsed. Careful, she thought to herself. That nearly pushed me over. Ho, meanwhile, continued fucking Alex, moaning, gasping, sighing and losing herself in the rapturous music. Alex was beyond thought. He had never been fucked so completely. He looked up and for a brief moment he thought he saw himself, Ho and Sindy glowing. He didn’t dwell on it. He closed his eyes and enjoyed. Time lost meaning. Seconds bled into minutes and then an hour had passed. Ho’s body began to convulse as she felt her crisis upon her. I should stop, she told herself. I can’t pass out. We need to escape... She couldn’t stop the orgasm. It filled her, immersing her in raw pleasure. For a moment she became one with the music. She let out a shrill scream and the her body was taken by orgasm after orgasm, each one more intense than the one that preceded it. When the feelings subsided she looked around disoriented. She hadn’t passed out, but something very strange had happened. She, Ho and Alex were no longer in the palace. They were in a field of grass a few miles outside the castle. “What the fuck happened?” Sindy asked. Alex was looking around in shock. Ho thought back to the moment just before she orgasmed. The last thought on her mind was ‘We need to escape’. Somehow, it had happened. “I think we need to find that witch my stepmother mentioned very quickly.” “What about the rest of the prisoners?” Ho got up, still stark naked. “We couldn’t rescue them if we wanted. But if we figure out a way to wake up all the sleeping women, maybe Cyric’s hold on the people’s minds will falter.” “I have to go back to the castle,” said Alex. “I’ll falsify the records so they think you are still in your cell. It will give you a head start.” “You’ll be taking quite a risk.” “After sex that mindblowing,” He answered. “I owe you.” 18 - Angels After a bizarre ten minutes running naked through the countryside, Ho and Sindy stole some clothing and two horses from a nearby village. They set off at a leisurely canter. They didn’t speak, choosing to enjoy the feel of the wind and sunlight. After almost being imprisoned, the freedom was a delight. Eventually, Sindy broke the silence. “You made that happen didn’t you?” Ho had anticipated the question but it was still hard to answer. “I think so. Since I came back, things have been strange. I don’t understand any of it but it is exciting and terrifying at the same time.” “It’s a good thing we’re going to see a witch. She might be able to answer more questions than why there is a sleeping plague.” And with that optimistic thought, they rode. They had very few supplies but Ho was amazed at how effortlessly Sindy could get what she needed from whoever they ran into. When they ran into men, she flirted, preened, and was the embodiment of every male fantasy. When they ran into women, she played the sweet middle aged woman. When they left August’s kingdom they realised that the sleeping plague was not just a White Kingdom matter. The neighbouring kingdom also was suffering from the same blight. However, as they went further north they came to a point where they stopped hearing about women who had passed out, and instead ran into women who were very drowsy and groggy. By the time they entered Goldicock’s homeland, there was no sign of the plague. It was easy to find the witch’s forest and they rode into it in the early evening. They followed a winding path until they came to a clearing in which there stood a house of dildos. A young man was on the roof with a bucket of dildos, trying to find the perfect sized one to plug a hole in the tiling. “Excuse me,” they asked. “We’re here to see the witch.” “It’s not polite to call people witches,” said a voice from within. “Come right in.” They stepped into the witch’s house and Ho was surprised to find it had a homey atmosphere. After seeing the dildos, she had expected to find sexual trebuchets and the like inside. There was a pot of coffee on the stove and the witch offered Ho and Sindy a cup. “What should we call you if not ‘witch’?” “Enchantress, sorceress, your magnificence, or just Malia.” “Good to meet you Malia,” Ho said. “I hope you can help us. Around a year ago my stepmother Goldicocks came here...” She continued the explanation leaving nothing out: what happened when she used the dildo, how Richard Tiny woke her up, how wrong the world felt to her, the music, and the sleeping plague. The further she got in her story, the more worried Malia looked. When she finished her narration, Malia sighed. “That explains some of the things I have been sensing.” “What is going on?” Malia pondered for a while, trying to find a way to explain. “There is another world that overlaps ours called Euphoria. It is a world of raw emotional energy and it is inhabited by beings of such power and beauty that they are beyond what either of you can imagine. Euphoria and our world are not totally separate and people from this world touch that world on occasion without even knowing it. Whenever we feel an extreme emotion like grief because a loved one has died, or anger because we have been betrayed, we touch Euphoria. We also touch it when we have orgasms. “Those of us who practice the magical arts find ways to access this world more frequently because it fuels all magic, but even then, we only brush it. We access a tiny fragment of its power and with that we can heal, make potions and cast small cantrips. Many wizards have tried to open a direct bridge to Euphoria so that they could cast more powerful magic. Either they failed, or succeeded and were torn apart by the violent energies. “Ho White, when you had an orgasm while using that magic dildo, somehow you opened a bridge between the two worlds and entered Euphoria. Now that you have returned you can still hear Euphoria, as music, when you have sex and it is closest. I envy you Ho. You lived there for eight months. I would give so much to spend just a day there among the angels.” “Angels?” Ho queried. “That is the only way to describe the beings who inhabit Euphoria. Do not confuse them with the winged, carol singing angels you hear about in the Godmother’s scripture. No. These are beings of pleasure that live only for ecstasy and are sustained by it. When you came back to this world, you brought some of these beings with you.” “What?” “That is the only explanation. These angels are beings of pure emotion and energy. In this physical world they would die easily unless they could feed on human vital emotional energy.” “Orgasms,” Sindy said, making the connection. “Exactly. That is when it is easiest for them. You were awakened in the afternoon Ho so it is not surprising the first place they were drawn to was a brothel. That is the only place that would where people would be having orgasms at that time.” “How do we kill them?” Sindy asked. Malia stared at Sindy in horror. “They are not evil. They are feeding on these women because they are desperate for sustenance. But you see that they have fed only until the women passed out. They did not continue until the women died.” “Then what do we do?” “Give them a way back home. If they return to Euphoria they would leave behind everything of this world and the vital energies of the women would return to them. Ho White, you brought them here and you are the only one who can send them back. If you use the magic dildo, I am sure you can open a bridge to Euphoria again. I could use my magic to summon the angels here and they could return to their homeland.” “Just one problem,” Ho replied. “I have no idea where the magic dildo is.” “What?” “When I used it I passed out and when I woke up, it was gone.” “Can’t you use one of these,” Sindy asked, pointing at the dildos that made the wall. “No,” Malia said gravely. “It was a one of a kind. I was celibate for many years and it is enchanted with all my sexual thoughts during that time. Repressed sexuality let loose is the most potent source of power.” “Then we have to find it.” “That’s impossible,” Ho realised. “It could be anywhere. It had diamonds in the shaft. Anyone who came across it would have taken it for its value.” “Then what else can we do?” Malia was silent. After a long while she spoke. “Nothing. Without the magic dildo there is no way to summon that much sexual energy. And the terrible thing is it will just get worse. The angels’ hunger is going to drive them further and further across the continent in search of sustenance. Nothing will be enough. Once it is no longer enough for them to feed on women until the point of unconsciousness, women will begin to die.” “We must be able to do something,” Ho insisted. “I will consult my magic books tonight,” Malia answered. “Maybe I will find something.” 19 - Yearning Malia shared her home with Hansel and Gretel, a brother and sister she had taken in when they were younger because their family was too poor to support them. There was only one guest room. Sindy and Ho lay side by side in a small bed. “What’s it like to run a brothel?” Ho asked, trying to distract herself from imagining her father and Richard being tortured. “It’s not as exciting as you would expect. Like any business really, except for the interpersonal aspect. The most important thing I had to do was make sure everyone was comfortable. The patrons were often ashamed to be paying for sex, while the girls were dealing with their own guilt and shame. ” Ho let out an exasperated sigh. “Why is there so much guilt around sex?” “The church of the Godmother.” “I don’t think that’s it. Even in places where there is no church, people have these feelings.” “Maybe it’s because sex of the few times when we let someone else see all the parts of us we’re ashamed of. We’re totally exposed. We show them that wrinkle of fat we always try to cover; we make absurd sounds and silly faces. We show them our true selves and that is scary.” “You know,” said Ho. “Richard and I had never even slept together. I wasn’t in a hurry because we were getting married in a week.” “I have regrets too,” admitted Sindy. “Amiz and I have been working together for years and it is only now that his life is in danger that I have realised the full depth of his feelings for me.” Suddenly, Ho had an idea. She got up and darted to Malia’s bedroom where she found Malia intertwined with Hansel and Gretel. “This had better be important,” Malia grunted. “I think I know how to open the bridge,” you said you made the magic dildo by using the sexual thoughts you had during -x- years of abstinence. Its not as long, but I have never had sex with Richard Tiny, the love of my life but I have wanted to for over a year, and Sindy has wanted Amiz for -x- years. Do you think if I had sex with him and she had sex with him, there would be enough sexual energy from that fulfillment to open the bridge.” “I’m not sure...” “But it’s worth a try,” said Ho. “And if we fail, at least I’ll have fucked Richard once before I die.” 20 - Climax So it was, that a week later Ho, Sindy and Malia rode into the White Kingdom. They noticed immediately that the kingdom had changed. There were soldiers parading the streets and people walked the streets with fear. At an inn, they heard the fullness of Cyric the Enlightened’s regime. He had instituted a ‘Pietistic Act” which for the protection of the state, allowed soldiers to arrest anyone suspected of heresy without clear proof. This would be temporarily necessary to purge the nation of the sin that was drowning it. Naturally, all brothels and bordello’s had been closed down, but also theatre, dance houses and taverns. And there had been the burnings. Several men and women had been immolated in the town square for perversions like public sexual acts and swearing. Sleeping Booties It was even worse than they had feared. Malia cast a glamour -- a spell of invisibility -- so they could sneak their way into the castle and they descended into the depths of the dungeons. She took off the spell once they were outside the cell where Richard Tiny and Amiz were being held. She cast another spell to open the lock. “You are quite powerful,” Ho observed. “Yes. But I wouldn’t even dare what you are trying to do.” They entered the cell and Richard and Amiz stared at them with astonishment and release. “You came to rescue us,” Richard rejoiced. “No,” Ho corrected. “We came to fuck. No time to explain, but its very important both of you take off all your clothes.” Richard and Amiz gazed at each other in confusion. “What’s wrong with you,” said Malia. “You have sexy women asking you to take off your clothes and you hesitate. Do it now, it’s for a good cause.” Still perplexed, Richard and Amiz began disrobing. As Richard’s lithe and athletic body, and Amiz’s massive rippling muscules were revealed, Malia sighed and wished she could join in. Unfortunately she could not, she was here as an instructor. Ho White had no control whatsoever of the power inside of her and their only chance of success was if Malia was her experience. Sindy and Ho disrobed and they approached the two men. “We may have a problem,” Malia noticed. “To summon this amount of sexual power there has to be genuine erotic energy between you four. Right now it seems kind of mechanical. I know it may be hard to relax knowing that there are guards a floor up and that if we fail all life as we know it is in danger, but you have to.” Sindy smirked and wrapped her hands around Amiz’s waist. “That actually makes it kind of exciting. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” “So have I,” said Amiz. “To think,” she told him. “Both of us spent every day in a brothel, and we are going to have sex for the first time in a dungeon.” She reached down and took hold of his ebony cock, which was half erect and stiffened under her touch. Amiz responded in kind. His fingers carressed shoulders, feeling her skin with the attention a blind man. Her goosepimples, were braille under his palms. He read her arousal in them, her need. He stroked, his touch so gentle you would think she was made of fragile glass. Then his fingers descended, tracing a circle around her bare breasts but not touching the heavy orbs or the nipples. Sindy let go of his cock. She had wanted to go fast but without words, Amiz’s hands had told her “No, lets enjoy every moment. Let’s savor each other’s bodies.” She kissed him. His lips were thick and his tongue was soft. She leaned into him, letting out a guttural moan. His hands traced around her waist and then he pulled her to him hard, squeezing her buttocks in both his palms. His breathing was heavy and she realised he was trembling. She embraced him hard and was surprised as his right hand snaked around from squeezing her ass and his fingers toyed with the fleshy lips of her slit. His hand were calloused and the coarse texture against her pubis made her change her mind about wanting to go slow. “Please just fuck me now.” “Let me get you wet first.” “I’m so fucking wet you idiot,” she screamed but he only smile. He grabbed her by the waist and picked her up, lifting her as though she was weightless. Her thighs wrapped around his neck and he licked her drenched vagina. His tongue moved slowly, still taking his time and she felt a quake of lust in her loins. She promised herself to make him pay. She’d make him beg her to fuck him, beg her to take him and use him. But that would be later, right now she would just allow herself to enjoy his tongue. As for Ho and Richard, they were way ahead. They had leapt on each other like vicious leopards, biting, scratching and tumbling to the floor. Malia had sat beside them and taken out a large dildo. It wasn’t as powerful as the dildo she had given Goldicocks, but still strong enough to broadcast the sexual energy in the room for miles in every direction. Wherever the angels were right now, hopefully they would sense it. And when they arrived, that is when the real test would begin. After a year of waiting, Ho and Richard did not waste any time on foreplay, they were both rabid with need. Ho lay beneath Richard and he guided his cock into her cunt. She felt like a spear of heat had entered her. “Fuck me Richard,” she wailed. “Fuck me.” He obeyed, pulling out of her until only the tip of him was still inside her, then jerking his hips forward and impaling her on his member. He repeated this motion, thrusting over and over, settling into the rhythm. And in response, Ho heard the surging of the music. Only in hearing it again did she realise how much she had missed it. This time it was stronger, more texturised, more overwhelming and she felt it suffuse her whole body. Richard was taken by surprise by the wave of ecstasy that filled him and buried inside Ho, he heard the music too. It ampliphied the sensations to the point that he almost gushed inside Ho right then. Somehow he held on, his every nerve on fire. Through her erotic haze, Ho heard Malia speak. She turned her head and saw that the witch was crying. “I hear it,” sobbed Malia. “I hear it more clearly than I ever have. And I feel it.” Amiz and Sindy felt it too, coursing up from the ground like a mountain spring and filling them. Amiz lowered Sindy from his lips in one swift motion and she guided herself onto his cock. Her legs closed like a visor about his waist and she began to move to the music, moving back and forth on Amiz’s penis. Amiz swayed on his feet then walked across the room so that he could prop Sindy’s back against one of the walls for support. The dark granite was cold and it sent chills through Sindy’s frame. Amiz hips began to rollick and she met his every thrust eagerly. Ho, meanwhile, had switched positions with Richard. She was on top now, riding him at a frenzied pace, her blood throbbing with the music. Suddenly there was a change in the melody. It became finer...purer. Ho looked around and in she saw two beings in black robes surrounded by a glow were now in her room. They were astonishingly beautiful. They were tall, almost seven or eight feet, and their skin black. True black -- not just a brown that was almost black. Black like a moonless, starless night. Silver tattoos patterned their faces, intricate corollas that writhed about their soft, almost feminine features. The tattoos shimmered in the pale blue light that surrounded them. Ho felt like she knew them intimately, like she had danced with them, ate with them and sang with them. “Asriel, Askara,” she said, somehow knowing that these were their names. “Come to me.” They walked towards her and touched her, each placing a palm on her temple. She felt something flow from them into her -- energy. Memories flooded into her mind as disjointed fragments. Soaring with Asriel and Askara through clouds in the form of eagles. Fighting beside them on a battlefield against horned and fanged beasts which breathed fire. Lying between them and having them both fuck her slowly, for hours. And in that moment she knew why they had been pulled into this world from Euphoria. When Richard her brought her back into this world, she, Askara and Asriel had been fucking. Fucking in a way that was beyond anything physical, their souls unifying and exploring each other. That was why they had been pulled back with her. Richard was still inside her and feeling his hard shaft inside her while Azriel and Askara’s energies were coursing through her, pushed her to orgasm. As the orgasm hit her she closed her eyes and tried to remember Euphoria. She remembered hills and rivers of breathtaking beauty, cities of glass that floated in the clouds and thousands beings of incomparable gentleness who lived only for pleasure. When she opened her eyes she no longer in the dungeon. She was in a forest with thin pale trees that swayed slowly to the wind. The music was no longer something she heard, it was everything. The trees, the sky, the wind. All was beautiful in a way that almost made her cry. Azriel and Askara were beside her, smiling. “Thank you Rehaia.” “What did you call me?” Ho asked. “You have forgotten,” Azriel said. “That is the name we gave you during the years you spent with us. It means liberator because you saved us then, and you saved the two of us again.” “Years... but I was told I was only in a coma for eight months.” “Time passes differently in this world. Can you really have forgotten everything?” “I remember fragments,” as she said this she remembered having sex with Azriel while airborne, while a tornado raged around them. “But I don’t understand.” Askara spoke, his voice musical. “ Before you, everyone from your world who came here died and if we stayed much longer in your world we would have died as well. You are of both worlds Rehaia, we do not know how that is possible but you are. Come, we will talk more over dinner.” Askara turned. “No,” said Ho. “I have to go back.” Amid so much that didn’t make sense, Ho knew one thing, the bridge between worlds would be closed very soon. “You cannot go back,” Azriel said, his voice hot with anger. “How can you ever be happy there once you have been here. Once you have felt this.” Ho looked around at the trees and she heard a whisper in her mind that was the voice of the trees. “Stay with us”. The red soil beneath her feet spoke to her too, as did the very air she breathed. This was home. This beautiful, idyllic realm of pleasure and beauty not... But then Ho started to think of the White Kingdom. This place was happy and peaceful. It did not need her. Her father was in prison and the White Kingdom was in the throes of Cyric the Enlightened’s rule and people were suffering. That suffering would only get worse. She couldn’t stay. “I have to go back,” she told Azriel, Askara and the land around her. “The land of my father is in the grasp of a tyrant.” Askara smiled, his eyes sparkling. “Of course. Rehaia. You are a liberator on both worlds.” “Why do you say that about me?” Ho demanded. “Maybe there is a reason you forgot,” Askara said. “You are the one who taught us there is a reason for everything. When you came here first, this was no longer a world of pleasure. There was so much pain. You freed us from the reavers.” The word ‘reavers’ brought the image of those horned fanged beasts back into her mind. She had so many questions, but she could feel the bridge back to the White Kingdom closing. She grabbed hold of Askara’s neck and placed her lips to his. She then kissed Azriel and thought of the dungeon. The land of Euphoria began to shimmer and fade around her. The last thing she heard before she was back in the dungeon was Askara’s voice saying, “You will always be welcome.” And then she was back in the dungeon and the loss of Euphoria was like an inner death. Ho began to weep and Richard, still thrusting inside her, stopped. “Are you all right?” he asked. Ho realised all the things that had happened in Euphoria must have taken a split second of time in the White Kingdom. “Yes I am,” she said and dismounted from Richard. Sindy and Amiz were now lying on the floor, embracing in post coital bliss while Malia was staring wide eyed at the place where Azriel and Askara had stood. “I saw them,” she said with the wonder of a child. “I sent them back,” Ho said, “and the women whose energies they were feeding on will begin to wake up. That will not rid us of Cyric the enlightened by itself, but it’s a beginning” “Yes it is,” agreed Sindy, rising. “Lets get out of here before the guards come to investigate what all that screaming was about.” Ho nodded and Malia recast the glamour of invisibility. As they left the castle Ho thought back to what Askara and Azriel had called her. Rehaia. Liberator. She thought of Cyric the Enlightened and in that moment she was not frightened of him at all.