4 comments/ 50359 views/ 15 favorites A Sixville Bedtime By: temptanddestroy Will sensed a presence in his room but figured that it was just the nurse checking on him. He didn't even open his eyes; he'd been finding it hard enough to sleep in this strange bed as it was, despite having spent three weeks in it. He was due for discharge in a week and they had lowered his morphine to levels that failed to dull the steady ache in his ribs and chronic itch of his stitches in his shoulders. "Hello Will. How are you feeling?" The voice caught Will's attention and he groaned, turning over. "Hope, what are you doing here? Visiting hours were over ages ago." He asked his mother. "I've snuck in to see how you were. Liz told me that you were having trouble sleeping and I thought I might be able to help." Hope answered. Will was taken aback. His wife's mother had made it quite clear, in their four previous meetings that she disliked him. Her attitude towards him had always been decidedly cold. His wife, Liz had explained that Hope Baxter was a stern Presbyterian and, as such, could not approve of Will's Catholic upbringing and own lapsed personal beliefs. "I'm being well cared for. A little insomnia never hurt anybody. I don't see how you can assist me..." "I'm here to read you a bedtime story." Hope explained. Will snorted derisively. "Hope, I'm 24. A grown man has no need to be read to at bedtime or any other!" "You'll like this one, Will, I promise. What harm can it do?" Will groaned and rubbed his eyes. Hadn't he suffered enough already, without his mother acting like this? "Okay. Go ahead." Hope stood from her chair and leant over Will, fluffing his pillow. Will had to avert his eyes as he realised that, at this angle, he could see straight down her cleavage and see Hope's panties as her loose dress hung forward. "Comfortable?" She asked, retaking her seat. "Okay, I'll begin." ++++++++++++++++++++ Applepip loved to sail. She'd take the little sailboat that she owned and race it out into the lagoon, shooting beyond the fisher boats that belonged to her father. All the men would watch her go by; the spray of the water would cause her white dresses to cling to her body and it was the opinion of all the men that Applepip was the most beautiful maiden on the East Calian coast and perhaps in the whole country. Applepip was oblivious of the men. She loved the waves, the sky and the freedom. She had no thoughts to her modesty because her heart was pure and she considered everyone to be as she was. The only thing she liked doing more than sailing was teasing Barnaby, the boy who helped to gut the fish. This was Applepip's only vice. She would tell Barnaby that he smelled. It was true, but unkind nonetheless. She would criticise his work and pull faces behind his back as he walked away. Barnaby would not reply to Applepip's taunts and this made her more determined to continue her harassment. Two years went by and life in the village remained much the same as it had for centuries. The only difference this particular spring was that Applepip had developed into an even fairer young lady and Barnaby had the start of a small moustache. Applepip noticed that Barnaby set all her school friends into fits of giggles. They would flutter their eyelashes at him and prance about gaily in an effort to draw his eye. Though he ignored all the other girls, he was also still ignoring her. This annoyed Applepip immensely. So imagine her delight when Barnaby found at job on a boat for the first time and embarrassed himself by being seasick profusely. There is no bigger crime in such a seaside community; Applepip wasted no time in telling every one she knew, and even those she didn't. Barnaby gave up his dreams of being a fisherman without too much sorrow. He was mature for his 17 years and found much in his life that he could be thankful for. Another season passed and the weather grew colder. Applepip would sit at her window and watch, as Barnaby trudged down the street, carrying bread or wheeling casks without complaint. She would curse him, silently, for his contentment. He was poor, stupid and had no sea legs, what on Earth did he have to smile about? An idea came to Applepip one day, out of the blue. It warmed her from the inside and she felt like bursting as she went about her secret preparations. The day arrived for her to enact her plan. She snuck out of her comfy home at dusk, when most of the villagers retreated inside or visited the tavern for ale. The wind was up and it had started to rain. She climbed into her little boat and set off, stopping not far from the shoreline. After a little wait she spied Barnaby returning home from his work, no one else was visible. Applepip tore away the little sail and tossed it into the bay. She smashed a little hole in the hull of her boat and observed as water began to fill it. "Barnaby! Barnaby! You must help me! My boat is sinking and I'll surely drown if you don't!" She screamed as she waved her arms in the air. She smiled as she saw him notice her plight and freeze by the dock. He'd have to go get help, rather than venture out himself and everyone would think him a coward. All of her friends would stop fussing about him then! Applepip stopped smiling as a wave rocked the boat and upended her into the water. She clung to her overturned boat and gasped for air, the salty water burning her eyes. Applepip struggled to right the craft. It was too heavy for her and her efforts had only served to tire her. She found it harder and harder to hold on. The current in the bay had caught our pretty but mischievous heroine and had started to pull her away from land. Applepip was afraid for the first time in her charmed life. She had never viewed the water as any sort of peril and she regretted it now. Everyone would mourn for her, but time would pass and she would become just another tragic tale to tell to the small children. Applepip actually felt a little warming pathos at this point. She was still young enough to be consoled by melodrama. So caught up in her thoughts, Applepip did not notice the dark shape looming up through the choppy waters, nor the big strong hands that pulled her from them. Barnaby wrapped thick blankets round her and held her until her teeth stopped chattering. "But you can't sail..." Applepip sobbed. "How did you...I mean...why? I'm so mean to you!" "You only do that because you love me. Didn't you know that?" Barnaby spoke solemnly. Applepip opened her mouth, shocked. The people in this community were simple folk and this meant things were sometimes very complicated indeed. Emotions or matters of the heart were never openly discussed. "Is that what I've been feeling? It's awful, is what it is. I don't think I can bear it. Throw me back in and let me perish!" Applepip cried. "I can't do that. I love you too." Applepip hit him weakly on the chest several times then fell into his arms. She nestled in his embrace as he steered the boat to safety. The next few weeks, after Applepip's cold had gone, were blissful ones. Winter came and went and through it all our two young lovers were inseparable. The bonds of love were so tight between them that when they made love no words were needed. Their bodies knew exactly what to do. When they came together it seemed that the stars shone brighter, flowers bloomed more fragrant or the birds would sing a little sweeter. They were right. There is nothing nature loves more than two soul mates in each other's arms. If it this were a fair and righteous world they would have lived the happy lives that soul mates deserve. Sadly that was not to be. Applepip's father was a wealthy man with some standing here. He considered Barnaby to be beneath Applepip; despite his heroics, it was quite clear that he would never be able to take over and run the fleet. Applepip's father made all this quite clear to Barnaby one day. When Barnaby told Applepip she flushed scarlet and threatened to stop eating until her father relented and accepted that they were destined to be together. Barnaby kissed her with his rough mouth and tickled her with his hairy lip. "Pip. Stop crying. Your father is right. I must go and make a man of myself. I'll head inland to the cities and when I return, I'll be able to be the husband I should be." "No Barnaby! You'll leave and see the world. You'll forget all about me because there'll be prettier girls and more exciting things to do than return and live this non-existence!" Applepip protested. "Do you have such little faith in me? You are the woman I am meant to be with and I shall pay other women no mind. No sights or adventures could possibly make my heart beat faster than when I catch a glimpse of you!" How could Applepip not believe him? Every moment that he remained away from her would be torture but her faith in him was steadfast. "I shall write to you of every detail of my progress and send it on the monthly coach, Applepip. Promise me that you will wait for it eagerly; it's the only way I will be able to bear the distance between us." "Only Barnaby, of course I will. Every sound that reaches my ears will go unnoticed unless the coach's wheels cause them." +++++++++++++++++++ "God, Hope, I pray that this story isn't this soppy all the way through!" Will complained. "Shush! It gets better, believe me." Hope reassured him. Will saw her uncross her legs and flash her red panties at him. It was an innocent gesture but he still flushed red and bade her to continue to cover his confusion. "Now, where was I?" Hope asked herself. ++++++++++++++++++ Applepip stood on the edge of the village, expecting the infrequent but regular coastal coach to appear on the muddy and uneven road. It was a day late. The lights of home were distant behind her and the dark trees of the forest loomed up around her but she was unafraid. She was desperate for the mail that the horse drawn coach carried. Suddenly two horsemen rounded the bend, followed by the battered coach and then two riders at the rear. Though the riders were armed Applepip flagged them down. "What kept you? There are people in these isolated villages that rely on this service, you know!" Applepip chided the nearest man. "It's the gypsy bands from the north, miss...they've been moving south-eastwards for some time now...getting bolder. Why, Bloodquaffer Bill, the brigands' king, attacked the last coach setting off from here. That's why we're here. The palace sent us as escorts to ensure the safety of the mail." "I don't understand. The man I love was on that coach as a passenger. Do you know what happened to him?" Applepip cried aghast. She felt faint and she fell to her knees. The haggard knight dismounted from his mud-splattered mare and squatted next to her. "I'm sorry, miss. Your young man is dead. Highwaymen like Bloodquaffer...they kill them all..." He told her, not unsympathetically. ++++++++++++ "You know, this story is a lot like the Princess Bride, the film..." Will observed aloud. "Is it?" Hope asked innocuously. "I think the author must have liked that fantastic film, or maybe even the book by William Goldman, which was great, too. It must have inspired him." "Well, that'll kind of spoil the ending..." Will huffed. "Oh, I don't think so. The plot gets more deviant from here...oh I mean, that the plot is sure to deviate from the original later on..." Hope corrected herself. Will blinked at Hope's Freudian slip. Was she aware that she had made one? "I thought that you flew down to Sixville to help Liz out, not to visit me." He queried, hoping to get her to leave. "Liz has been a nightmare to stay with. She's been grouchy, miserable and snapping at me for the slightest thing. On my first day down she walked out for an hour!" "Funny, I've never had an unhappy day with Liz in all the time we've been married." "That's the problem, exactly." Will didn't understand. He was hoping that senility was not hereditary, at the same time he prayed Liz had gotten the genes that meant she aged as well as her mother. "Shall I go on?" Hope questioned. Will shut his eyes but waved his hand to consent. +++++++++++++++++++ Five years passed and Applepip's loveliness had grown even more radiant. The spinsters of her village felt the grief at her loss only helped to enhance her charm; the sorrow in her eyes hid the fact that not much was going on in the brain behind them. In fact her father was secretly hoping that the Duchess of this land would accept her to be her bride. Notification had been sent the length and breadth of the land detailing the Duchess Carlotta's desire to be wed and the fact that her consort would be picked from a great feast to be held at the palace in a month's time. +++++++++++++++++ "Wait, wait, wait! The Duchess is going to marry a woman?" Will puzzled. "I know, surprising isn't it? But sometimes, Will, even fictional feudal kingdoms can be more advanced and sensible than our own beloved country..." Hope explained. "So Applepip is a lesbian now?" Will asked, letting the rest go unremarked. "No, don't be silly. Since her devastation at the loss of Barnaby, her heart has been incapable of feeling anything, for anyone, man, woman or beast. At least with a woman she would not suffer...certain 'things'... that would highlight what she had lost. The fact that is was nobility meant a great deal to her father and pleasing him would be a small consolation." "It's completely obvious that this Carlotta is going to pick Applepip." Will voiced. Hope sighed deeply and flicked forward a few pages. "Okay then... here we go..." +++++++++++++++++ The Duchess Carlotta stood with Applepip and caressed her cheek. "The people have decided to throw an impromptu celebration at the announcement of our nuptials. They've fallen in love with you just as much as I have." "Your Grace, picking me to be your wife is a great honour, but I should warn you that I have been in love once and will never love another." Applepip said quietly. Carlotta looked perplexed; some men and women had taken one look at her and offered up their undying adoration. The Duchess' looks were unsurpassed in all the annuls of history. Not one flaw could be found anywhere on her person. It was safe to say that this had shaped Carlotta to be arrogant and smug to a huge degree, however she never let the polite and friendly mask slip for long.... "Dearest one, events have been moving so fast for you...our marriage is in one month's time...all I ask of you is that you spend some time with me and think kindly of me..." Carlotta instructed. "Of course, Your Grace." Applepip smiled, obligingly. "Oh look, my love, the royal painter is here for your portrait..." Her fiancé said, leaving her side and beginning to issue commands to the staff. She had Applepip stand facing out of a huge window, where the sunlight could set her fair hair aglow. The painter set to work, uncomfortable with the Duchess' presence behind his shoulder. "Your Grace...," He whispered nervously. "Your bride is crying...it hardly seems appropriate..." "Isn't it?" Carlotta enquired, seeming genuinely surprised. "How should she look?" "Well... women about to be wed usually look happy...." "Applepip, you must smile...apparently." The Duchess called over boisterously, as if all this went over her head. Applepip smiled hollowly and Carlotta clapped briefly. A few seconds later and the Duchess walked away bored, Applepip forgotten. The Duchess stalked the corridors in search of Baron Rouine, her closest ally and confidante. Eventually she found him in a secluded courtyard, haranguing a stable boy over some trifling matter and threatening him with a thrashing. At the sight of his mistress he dismissed the boy with a stout wallop to the head. "Carlotta, may I congratulate you on your choice of bride? Her beauty comes only second to yours..." He cooed, in a simpering tone. "Thank you, Baron. I have not, however, come here to talk about that...." Anyone looking into that cobbled space would have seen the two nobles bow their heads together and start to whisper conspiratorially. ++++++++++++++ The palace had become a hive of activity and Applepip's head was spinning with the names of all the courtiers she had been introduced to. The preparations for the ceremony promised to drive her mad. Used, as she was, to the simple life the fuss seemed overblown and unnecessary. This is why she was sneaking out of the castle walls at dawn, one particular morning. Her destination was the small and neglected boathouse on the banks of the nearby river. The river was not the open expanse of the sea but would be a suitable substitute; she needed water beneath her and the air in her face. She tied her horse to a tree and entered the ramshackle boathouse. The only lights to see by were the rays breaking through the holes in the timber frame. Applepip pulled the oilskin from the small dinghy, bundled it up neatly and went to push open the river doors. This accomplished, she turned to board the little craft.... Out of nowhere three silhouettes appeared from the gloom and she was thrown in forcefully. The shapes joined her in the vessel and Applepip passed out from shock. +++++++++++ When Applepip regained her senses she could hear the waves and the frothing of the ocean and knew that she was no longer near the gentle river that winded through the lands of her new home. The little dinghy had been switched for a more seaworthy craft. She opened her eyes and took in her captors. The nearest one was an exotic foreigner, the likes of which Applepip had only seen in drawings. She was covered in sheer lilac fabrics that hide most of her body yet, to Applepip, the outfit seemed indecent at the same time. "Oh, you are awake, m'lady. My name is Sadia. Pleased to meet you." The veiled lady introduced herself and bowing. Applepip was about to reply, when a voice cried out from the stern, "Turkish whore, what have I told you? There is to be no talking to the prisoner!" Applepip turned at the direction of the voice. A short woman with thick glasses hobbled over the deck. "Sadia, go and help Fenea with the sails." "Yes Maud." Sadia replied, her eyes, the only visible part of her, chastened. The crippled dwarf turned to Applepip and squatted down. "My name is Maud. You've met Sadia and that's Fenea," Maud said, pointing at a person, whom Applepip, at first thought, had mistaken for a giant figurehead. The third kidnapper must have been at least eight foot tall and her arms rippled with muscle. "There's not a feminine thing about Fenea, my dear. If you cause us problems she'll be the one who is snapping you in two." Fenea felt their eyes on her back and turned and waved. "Did you have a nice nap, nice lady?" Fenea called in a booming but jovial manner. "No talking to the prisoner!" Maud reiterated. "You won't get away with this. When the Duchess finds out I'm missing she'll send the Baron after you. It's said that nothing ever remains hidden from him, that he can find the even the smallest item, thought irretrievably lost." Applepip yelled. "By the time the palace discovers anything amiss the only thing he'll find is your cold corpse..." Maud hissed. Applepip huffed and folded her arms. She didn't want them to see how frightened she was and how close to tears. Time passed and then the ship ran aground on a white sandy shore, except Applepip could see nothing but sand all the way to the horizon. "Welcome to the Unnamed Desert, princess." Maud spoke in her ear, waving her hand over the vast expanse. A Sixville Bedtime There was a tent on the beach and Sadia and Fenea went inside, leading out horses. "Good, just where we were told they'd be. Let's be off, comrades." Maud ordered. +++++++++++ They had ridden for a couple of hours when Sadia called a halt. "There is a man following us on horse back. I can see his shape on the skyline." She informed the group. "It must be a local tribesman, out for a ride. We have the only other tame horses in the desert." Maud reasoned. "But, Maud, the nomads never travel alone and why would they be following us?!" Fenea joined in. "Never mind who he is! We'll be at the Gour border in a couple of days and he'd have to be impossibly fast to catch us now." Maud screamed, spurring her horse forward. They rode hard for hours, baking in the hot sun. At least Sadia was kind enough to share her water rations with the dehydrating Applepip. It a short time they reached a shady oasis and rested for a spell. They refilled their canteens and let the horses drink and cool down. "The man is gaining on us, Maud." Fenea said, looking back the way they had come. "Unfeasible. No man can ride that fast." Maud muttered. "It's true. Look for yourself." Sadia suggested, handing their leader the spyglass. Maud snatched it away and looked. Some distance back, but clearly getting closer, rode a masked man in black. "Sadia, stay here. Kill him when he arrives and then catch up with us." +++++++++++ "I won't insult your intelligence Will; the masked man is Barnaby but he's going by the name of Bloodquaffer Bill now." Hope explained. "Well DUH!" Will ejected. +++++++++++++++++ The masked man dismounted and bent over the tracks left in the sand next to the pool of water. He froze as a blade was held against his throat. "I'm supposed to kill you, you know?" Sadia whispered behind him. "Well, why else ambush people at secluded desert oases?" Barnaby said evenly. "Quiet. I dislike killing, when there are other ways of getting what I want." Sadia spoke, walking round to face him, knife tip still at his skin. "What are you suggesting?" Barnaby queried, taking in Sadia's expressive kohled eyes. "All I need to do is distract you and steal your horse, then you would be unable to follow. The nomads would stop by in no time and take you where you wished to go." "How do you plan to distract me? I am quite determined to reach my goal." Barnaby said calmly. "My name is Sadia. My mother was the finest dancer in the whole of Turkey. One day a white man visited our home and began to woo my widowed mother. Virtually overnight she changed. She suffered terribly from lack of food and sleep. She drew gaunt and pale. I could only watch as she withered away to a husk of her former self." "How old were you?" Barnaby asked softly. "I was ten. One night I saw what the foreigner was doing to my mother... I'm sure you can imagine...anyway the next day she was wearing a padlocked collar round her neck. When she saw the horror in my eyes my mother told me that she belonged to the man now, though he had left, never to return. She died a month later. She had told me the key to the lock was one of gold and adorned with onyx serpents. The man always wore it around his neck. I resolved then to retrieve the key so I could undo the bond and let my mother's spirit rest in peace. It was then that I entered the harem and began my education. I knew I would need to be the most skilled in all the subtle arts of seduction if I was to be capable of besting the man with the key. When I had learnt all that could be taught I made my escape, becoming a fugitive from the Sultan, my husband. But that is of little consequence...I've been told that I have learnt my lessons well. No man can resist my touch. I propose that I test my craft on you, and should you prevail, I will let you on your way." Sadia concluded her story. "I accept your challenge, on one condition. You must let me try to bring you to satisfaction too." Sadia nodded and sheathed her knife. She stepped closer to him and pushed him onto a fallen palm tree. Her dextrous hands unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his hairless chest. The tips of her fingers grazed over his skin whilst her perfumed breath landed softly on his nipples. The palms of her hands slid over his belly and Barnaby was surprised to discover that they seemed to radiate pleasure. Truly her touch was that of a great courtesan, one who had honed her arts of sexual magic. His dick grew hard at the anticipation of them reaching it. Sadia smiled beneath her veil. Her fingers coaxed and teased Barnaby's goose pimpled skin. She rubbed his nipples with bejewelled knuckles and he shivered at their solidness. Sadia removed her veil and Barnaby was enchanted at her beauty. She kissed him on the lips and moved her hands to his bold crotch. She undid his fly with the ease it takes years of practice to develop. She began to flex her long soft fingers around his shaft, kneading it with sublime grace. Barnaby reached out and found an opening in Sadia's billowing skirts. His own hand pushing through layer upon layer of silky fabric until her found what he sought; the sweetest texture of all, her lubricated pussy. Barnaby had remained faithful to Applepip over all the years that separated them but life as king of the bandits had taught him many things. His talent for pickpocketing was unsurpassed, and what was a pussy but a juicy pocket? His fingers delved deeper, sure to find something of value. His thumb strummed her clitoris as if it were a gypsy fiddle, played on All Hallows. At the back of her mind Sadia grew worried. The stranger was frigging her with such prowess that she feared the challenge would be lost. She resolved to concentrate harder on the cock in her hands. No man could outlast a woman when the pleasure stakes were as high as this, surely? She entwined all ten digits around his thick and long member and began to flex, massaging it all over. She added some saliva to lubricate it a little. Barnaby jerked at the change in sensation. He must not succumb to Sadia or all would be lost but as she drew back his foreskin and squeezed his purple head he had his doubts. Sadia was breathing heavily so he knew that she feeling his efforts. He doubled the pace of his fingers slipping in and retreating from her gaping snatch. She reached round Barnaby's hot sweaty body with her other hand and teased it down his crack, playing just at the entrance. He shivered again at the illicit thrill and knew from the fire in his balls that he would come soon and lose everything as he spilled his seed for Sadia. Barnaby would have to take things up a notch if he was to win. His free hand left Sadia's luscious hips and shot under her thin blouse. He leant over and nibbled at her neck as he found her nipple. The addition of three times the sensation caused Sadia to wail out her ecstasy. Barnaby kept at it until the Eastern beauty was convulsing in the palm of his hand. Her hands mercifully fell from his crotch. He missed their touch but victory was assured. He began to experiment with the woman in his power, noting how the slightest motion with his tongue on her shoulder would correspond with a twitch or her pussy growing moister. When Sadia stopped cumming and fell to the dirt, it was all she could do to flop her head at him and open her eyes. Barnaby tucked his cock away and stood up. "You truly are a mistress of seduction, Sadia but I must be going now. The tribes you mentioned earlier are matriarchal and friendly so farewell and good luck." He called over his shoulder at the spent harema. +++++++++++++++++++ "Hope, you shouldn't be reading this. It's...it's...not appropriate." Will protested. He'd been forced to turn on his side to hope the bedclothes hid the stiff erection that had grown at her words. "Why is that, Will?" Hope asked, seeming naïve. "You're my mother..." He croaked. "Stories are harmless. What are you afraid of?" She added. How could he tell her that he thought her soft deep voice was bewitching him? He could not answer and Hope turned the page. +++++++++++++++++++ Fenea and Maud stood on the slopes of the Unnamed Mountains (the people of this territory were famous for their dislike of names) that had risen from the shifting sands and watched as the black figure rode from the oasis with two horses. "He has bested Sadia." Fenea pronounced. "Well, he shan't get passed you. Wait for him and then rip him apart with your bare hands. So Fenea waited as Applepip went off with Maud. The horseman was upon her in no time. "Stop right there." She commanded. "You're quite a woman." Barnaby gulped as he saw her giant form. "I am meant to kill you but it hardly seems like a fair fight. These mountains are full of little villages. If I were to take your horses you would not die here but would be unable to hinder our task." Fenea said. "I can't just give up my horses to you, no matter how strong you are. We'll have to fight, no?" Barnaby replied. "People always judge me because the way I am. They think that I have no feelings. They tease me or ignore me. They fail to see the good side of being my size." Fenea moaned. "Please enlighten me." Barnaby answered, sincerely intrigued. "My mouth can take any man without discomfort and my tongue is as large as you'd expect. I'm suggesting that I suck you off and when you are spent I can go on my way." "Sounds reasonable. Would you like me to return the favour, same rules?" "Why not? Your little tongue will have to work very hard to get me off..." Fenea warned him as she dropped her clothes over a boulder. Barnaby did likewise. "Lie and down and we'll sixty-nine?" He asked, hesitantly, unsure of the etiquette. "I'd prefer to stand." Fenea laughed and grabbed him by his bare midriff. Within seconds he was suspended in the air, feet first, her arms wrapped around his waist. He dangled with all the blood rushing to his head, Fenea's pussy swimming before his eyes. He brought his hands to her gargantuan thighs and swung his head at her hairy bush. Her enormous pussy lips almost swallowed his face effortlessly. Fenea pushed her head down between his flapping legs and rolled her tongue round Barnaby's flaccid cock. It did not stay soft for long. She could suck in his cock and balls with one easy mouthful. Barnaby found the experience threatening to overwhelm him. It was like a warm chasm had latched onto his genitals and was bathing him with the strongest, most prehensile tongue that ever existed. Fenea's lungs were obviously huge and she could go without breath for quite some time. When she did draw in oxygen the suction on Barnaby's cock and balls was astounding. Were his cries of pleasure echoing in Fenea's cavernous cunt? Barnaby had promised Applepip that no woman would get his cum apart from her but then Fenea was no ordinary woman! Wouldn't Applepip understand? He knew in his heart that he could never be unfaithful to his beloved, even if she would be willing to forgive him. Despite the lack of air and her juices perilously close to drowning him he resolved to beat the giantess. He rubbed his goateed chin against Fenea's huge clit and felt her whole body rumble like an earthquake. If he couldn't eat the whole of Fenea's gaping pussy he'd have to settle for working on it piecemeal. He set to work licking and sucking as much as he could, all over. He munched and bit lightly, anything to increase the sensation for the colossus who held him. Barnaby knew it was working when he felt Fenea's moans reverberating on his hard-on. Fenea pulled back her head and looked down at Barnaby. No man had been able to elicit such feelings in her cunt. If she lost the contest, she had still won something more valuable; her first climax she hadn't induced herself. She could feel the orgasm work the long way up, her body in ripples upon ripples of grateful nerves and sinew. Her body lost control of itself. Her hands could no longer hold on to Barnaby, who fell to the ground in a heavy heap. Fenea had sagged to one knee and keeled over, saturated in bliss. Barnaby checked her pulse. It was fast but healthy. He kissed her on her forehead tenderly. Barnaby grabbed the spare horses and set off. He mediated whilst he rode, hoping the trance like state would allow his aching cock to deflate. His swollen prick and the motion of the horse were virtually unbearable. +++++++++++++++++ "So you beat my giant and harem girl from Asia Minor but everyone knows the most erogenous zone is the human mind. If you fear my intellect and imagination you can always to choose death." Maud informed the masked man as he approached. Barnaby eyed the hag. She held a knife to Applepip's ravishing neckline. "Why not both? Sex and death?" "Go on?" Maud said, puzzled. Barnaby reached into his pocket and pulled out a small tube. "This is Vetan serum. It's effects are only temporary but whilst potent it will kill anyone whose body reaches a certain level of 'excitement', shall we say." Barnaby explained. "You're proposing we loose our brains on one another and the first to climax dies very suddenly indeed?" "Hey, you are smart." Barnaby smiled sarcastically. "At least you shall die happy, man in black." Maud smiled also. ++++++++++++++ Maud sat cross-legged in front of Barnaby and he mirrored her position. Applepip was bound and blindfolded to the right of him. How he longed for her but he needed to focus on the last of her captors for now. "So we tell each other a story, one we think will arouse the other?" Maud double-checked as she knocked back the poison. "Exactly." Barnaby said calmly, and downing his share. "Ladies first." "There once was a maid at the King's palace. A more buxom wench there never was. Her hair was like gold, her lips the red of sunsets, and her skin as pale and dainty as porcelain." Maud started. Curses, she'd just described Applepip! This game would be torture for Barnaby who had dreamed of her every night for many years. He knew that this woman was a wicked kidnapper and most likely a murderess. He'd have to delve deep into sick fantasy if he had any chance of turning her on and cause her death. "One day she was cleaning the throne room when she heard a puzzling noise. With trepidation making her tremble slightly she peeked behind a giant tapestry into the room beyond. The fine and handsome king was 'polishing the royal sceptre'. The wench knew that it was wrong to watch but she had never seen a cock the like of this one. It must have been ten inches long!" Barnaby added his share of the tale. He whipped his hard cock out into the air to demonstrate what such a whopper might look like. Maud shut her eyes but her probing fingers had found their way to her flappy pussy. "The serving wench stepped forward to her master. She tore her tattered dress from her body and stood before him. The wench was the embodiment of femininity. She prostrated herself and offered to serve him in anyway that she was needed. How could the distinguished king turn down such a demur and submissive a girl as that?" Maud carried on. "Her royal highness inspected the girl. Her tits were ripe, her waist slender and fine and her asscheeks looked like huge edible fruit. He got to his knees to look at her pussy. Just by the smell of her musk he knew that no man had been near her precious maidenhead. Her pussy was shaved...no...hairy," Barnaby corrected at Maud's unconscious grimace. "His queen's own snatch had never looked so succulent." Maud was openly fingering herself now but then she remembered herself. She opened her eyes and looked at Barnaby. His cock was out but he wasn't jerking himself off yet. "The king asked the girl if she was afraid. The girl replied that she was. Her virginity was something she was proud of but the lure of his massive meat had broken her willpower. The king knew that the sight of his manhood had bedazzled the girl and she was vulnerable but he couldn't resist taking her. He hadn't had sexual satisfaction for some 6 years." She whispered croakily. Barnaby looked up for a second. Was his own sexual hunger so poorly hidden or was Maud as perceptive as she claimed? Either way he needed to find some dark aspect that appeal to her and which would set off her orgasm and end this soon. Maud had shed her inhibitions rapidly as she got caught up in the story. The sight of even this austere woman frigging herself franticly was enough to make Barnaby's cock leap to full hardness. "Your majesty," She said " I am due to enter religious orders the week after next. Yours is the only cock that I shall ever know. If I am to sin please let it be in service of my country." At her words the king thrust his noble pole into her virgin cunt and pounded at it like he was jousting in a tournament." "Yes that's good. Very Good." Maud moaned. "The King had been a good and pleasant monarch, now he was a man like the basest in his kingdom, rutting like an animal." Barnaby whispered. He mistakenly glanced at Applepip; it seemed that the story was causing her some excitement too. In the dark Applepip could only surmise from what she was hearing; the slapping of Barnaby's balls on his skin, the squelching of Maud's raw pussy and the heavy breathing they both were emitting. The sight of Applepip's arousal nearly caused Barnaby to blow his wad then and there. "He knew that he would deny this bitch a sanctified life. She was his and not God's. For so long he had held back his darkest appetites but now his perversions flooded him." Barnaby continued. "Yes, yes, yes....a fucking royal bastard." Maud added. "What they did that night was so vile and immoral that there was no turning back. Using the power and privilege that was his birthright his infernal thirsts spread across the land. No man or woman was safe from his appetites." "He'd fuck nursing mothers in front of their husbands, daughters in front of their fathers." Maud tossed in. Maud's lidded eyes could not move from Barnaby's cock. The way his dick exceeded the grip of both his hands...it was too much. "Eventually an assassin rose up from the people. She infiltrated the palace and seduced the King into bed. With his cum drying on her gash she plunged a knife into his black heart and sent the king to Hell where his rotting soul belonged." He conjured up. He was desperate that Maud be turned on by sick and twisted fantasies of sin and corruption and a touch of Republican ethos thrown in. She looked the sort. It seems that his gamble was correct. When he raised his gaze Maud was cumming silently, a mix of horror and sexual relief on her dreary face. A minute passed and Maud fell to the ground. She was dead. The masturbatory duel was finished. +++++++++++++++ Will blinked. It had taken him several seconds to realise that Hope had stopped reading. He had had been so enthralled by her deep and gravelly voice and the sight of her twiddling her hair as she read. The little thing she had been doing with her tongue was too much. "Why...?" Will sputtered. "You seemed too be enjoying it too much..." She replied, indicating to his groin with her head. Will looked down. The sheets had ridden down and his gown was halfway up his chest. He was horrified to realise that he'd been playing with himself in full view of Hope. "Oh God...I didn't know...wasn't even...." He croaked, ashamed at himself. "It's okay Will," Hope said sympathetically. "You should see how damp my panties are..." Will couldn't help glancing in that direction, with his jaw low. Hope stood up and sat on the edge of Will's bed. A whiff of Hope's scent reached his nostrils and he inhaled as he groaned, A Sixville Bedtime "This is madness..." "Let me tell you why I'm really here, Will." Hope cooed, taking his hand. She returned it to his throbbing hard-on but didn't let go. Will tried to yank his hand away but Hope held it firmly. Hope began to direct it's rubbing motion until Will yielded and resumed his wanking, hesitant with disbelief. "My Elizabeth was always such a good girl Will. She deferred to my advice in all things She excelled at school and got good grades. She had no time for boys then. Do you understand?" Will nodded. " In my opinion she had a healthy fear of sex. When she met you though, I knew that would all change. I tried to warn her that you'd be a bastard like all men but she would no longer listen to me. What could I do? I didn't want to lose her so I stayed quiet and prayed for her. Then I came to stay with her this week. Elizabeth looked terrible, like a junkie suffering withdrawal. Her skin was gaunt and her eyes haunted. I recognised straight away the source of her transformation..." Will was rapt. "She'd gotten so used to the fucking you gave to her that she couldn't find any relief in your absence. I certainly know that she tried. One night, when she thought that I had gone to bed, she sat downstairs and thrust this...this..this... vile vibrator deep inside her." "This is...jesus...." Will rasped. "I watched her Will, peeping through the banister, like a child excluded from a party. I couldn't believe that this was the same little girl that I'd raised; she was shoving it in and pulling it out so desperately. She was grunting like a pig and convulsing like an epileptic. That first night I went to bed so disgusted that I barely slept." "First night...?" Will sighed. He looked down at his cock with both their hands wrapped round it and pulling at it. "Yes, she's brazen hussy now, Will, thanks to you. As I changed into my nightgown I could hear this soft whir and her moans, though she tried to subdue them, from downstairs. Again, I went to watch. She was lying on the sofa on her belly. The vibrator in her hand was even bigger than the last time. She was reaching behind her and using the toy to pleasure herself from behind. My disgust was soon forgotten, Will. Instead I began to wonder how any man could have affected such results as this; Liz was masturbating like a wild thing every night but still woke up unsatisfied! Looking at your cock I understand now, of course," Hope said with a smile. "I tried to hate you for ruining my perfect daughter, you know?" "Hope...oh...ah...ah...Liz is my wife..." Will stuttered. "I know that." Hope said reasonably. "...what we do to each other is our business." He continued. "Even if it means turning my baby into such a tramp that I can't recognise her?" Hope queried coldly. "We love each ...oh...please stop... each other." "I know that too," Hope said, her expression softening. "On the fourth night it occurred to me what you must be going through. Liz had her... thingy... but you had nothing. I vowed to help you Will, putting all my feelings for you aside." "This is...altruistic?" Will gasped, incredulously. "Of course. It's always worse for the man, to go without for so long." Hope reckoned. "Liz...." "If my daughter wouldn't come on a mission of mercy then I would just have to do it for her..." Hope explained with an arched eyebrow. "Oh God, Hope.... I'm...this is..." Will failed to utter. "That's it, Will, cum for me. Let it all out. Give me everything stored in your balls." "Ahhh...ugh...ugh...I am...please...I need this...I need you...to" "Please what?" Hope questioned. "Ugh...shit...ugh..." Will couldn't articulate his request; instead he let go off his swollen prick. Within a second Hope had understood and had grabbed it. Will rested with his hands under his head as Hope jerked him off expertly. The first squirt was smallish but soon his cum was gushing like a geyser all over his hospital gown and running over Hope's fingers. Hope licked them clean. Will pulled up the sheet and quaked beneath it. "We shouldn't have..." He started to say. Hope returned to her chair, picked up the book and said, as if nothing had happened, "Let's see how this story plays out, shall we?" ++++++++++++++++++ It seems that his gamble was correct. When he raised his gaze Maud was cumming silently, a mix of horror and sexual relief on her dreary face. A minute passed and Maud fell to the ground. She was dead. The masturbatory duel was finished. Barnaby darted to Applepip and untied her. He pulled the blindfold from her eyes. She spat at him. "Do not touch me again, you rogue!" She commanded weakly. "How you've changed Applepip, you used to speak so sweetly to me..." He replied with a smile and removed his mask. "Barnaby! But how..." "It's a story that can wait." He said and kissed her. Years of pent up kisses were given in that one kiss. The world stopped spinning for the minutes that it lasted. I said before that there is nothing nature loves more than two soul mates in each other's arms. That was a mistake; nature adores long lost lovers reunited more than anything else. Eventually they had to split in order to breathe. Applepip looked at the deceased Maud and then at Barnaby's crotch. They had the same thought at the same time; in a way that all true lovers do. Barnaby showered Applepip with kisses most delicate as he laid her on the ground and she raised her skirt. As he pushed in his mighty cock it felt like a homecoming. "Oh Barnaby...my heart is blossoming again after the longest winter...I thought it infinite." Applepip whispered. "The cold is over, beloved. No more snow and desolation ever, ever again...." Barnaby promised her. "Oh Barnaby..." Barnaby thrust slowly into Applepip once, then twice. "Oh...shit...oh...sorry..." Barnaby cried as he came too quickly. "Hush baby, I understand...we've got our whole lives together to make love to each other..." Applepip consoled him. "Still, not the reunion that I was hoping for..." Barnaby said sardonically. Applepip kissed him and cradled him to her breasts. They lay there for some time, just enjoying the warm presence of the other. Then came the sound of distant hoof beats and the barking of dogs. Barnaby leapt up and seized Maud' spyglass. "Riders under the palace colours." He informed Applepip. "That will be the Baron! Wherever can we escape to?!" She yelled. "The Lava Caverns are not far from here. Let's go." They mounted two steeds and galloped away in haste. "How come these Caverns have a name?" Applepip asked as they rode. "Foreign explorers named them before they went in. Of course, they never came out. No one ever has." Barnaby said evenly. Applepip put on a brave face and enquired what the plan was after the caverns. "There's an exit on the other side of the mountains and from there it's less than a mile to the edge of the Outlaws' forest. All we have to do is find our way through and we are home safe." Barnaby answered simply. ++++++++++++++ Our intrepid lovers soon came to gaping hole in the rock face and, after abandoning the horses, ventured in. The walls of the caverns were lit by thousands of little bioluminescent insects that crawled and skittered everywhere. Nonetheless Applepip and Barnaby proceeded slowly. After a short while they could hear a peculiar gurgling sound that echoed all around them. "What is that?" Applepip asked, stopping to look around. Just in time Barnaby snatched her up into his arms as a fountain of lava erupted from a spout on the right hand wall. He had been as quick as lightning but the hairs of his arm had been singed away. "Let's keep our eyes and ears peeled for those, shall we, hmmm?" Barnaby said, lightly and took her hand. To take Applepip's mind from her narrow escape he told her of his years in the Gypsy camps and how he had joined them. Applepip was amazed. His story was too fantastical for words; what he had endured to return to her! Currently a queer humming sound presented itself in the darkness. Applepip started to run from the lava spouts that littered their path. "Applepip!" Barnaby cried and set off after her. Stalactites from the cavern's roof high above them began to rain down like geological javelins. One of these gigantic formations dropped behind Applepip and pinned her skirts to the ground. "Barnaby!" She yelled as the gargle of molten rock began to emanate very close to her. He tried to yank the stalactite from the ground with all his strength but it held firm. "Barnaby!" Applepip screamed, panicking. He began to saw at her hems with a serrated blade. The gurgle was getting louder. "Nearly there, darling..." Barnaby reassured her. The cascade of fire shot over their heads just as Barnaby released his love, pushed to the floor and dived on top of her. They watched the torrent die away and the lava begin to cool. "We're going to die here, aren't we?" Applepip whined, her eyes brimming up. "Not at all. We've discovered that the eponymous lava and the skewering silica announce themselves most noisily and thus we should be able to avoid them." "What about the BWAUHTF?!" Applepip protested loudly. "The bats with an unusual hair tangling fetish? I'm sure that they're just made up." He lied as he looked up at the giant flying mammals hanging dormant over their heads. "Be a good girl and keep moving, won't you?" He eyed the bats wearily. They seemed to shine, too. Probably due to their diet of glow bugs, he wouldn't wonder. They came to a fork in the labyrinth of tunnels and both had gusts of fresh air blowing down them. "Fresh air, Barnaby!" Applepip cried. "Hmm, but there is only one exit on the mountain...." "Maybe they join up farther down." Applepip cried optimistically. "Perhaps..." Just then huge bats swirled around them, circling them. "Barnaby, there's one in my hair!" Applepip shouted. "And yours!!!" "Get down, get down!" He yelled in return. Barnaby drew his sword and swept it through the air, slicing any BWAUHTF that foolishly drew near. The onslaught lasted for an immeasurable period of time but eventually came to an end. Barnaby looked up and at Applepip. They were covered in bat blood and guano but otherwise uninjured. "The bats headed down the left hand fork. That must be the way out. Come on." Applepip nodded mutely. ++++++++++ In no time at all they found themselves blinking in bright sunlight. "See, piece of cake, darling." Barnaby grinned. "Most impressive." A voice boomed out. It was, of course, Baron Rouine. Many men-at-arms flanked him. Applepip knew that the game was up. The dogs that stood at the horses' feet growled and snarled with vicious bloodlust. "Let Barnaby return to the forest and I will return to the palace willingly." She bargained. "Applepip?" Barnaby cried. "Very well m'lady, you have a deal." The baron agreed and a soldier bent down and picked her up. "Take her back to the Duchess." "And Barnaby will be unharmed?" She commanded. "You have my word." Rouine responded, eyeing the battered hero. ++++++++++++++ Barnaby woke to find himself strapped to a large table. The baron was seated nearby. "Torture, is it? A little predictable." Barnaby tutted. "Oh no, you might even enjoy this. The machine you are in will give you orgasms." "That sounds a little bit gay, if you don't mind me saying so." "Now, now there's no need to be so uncivil." The Baron replied affably. "The machine, my life's work, captures all the orgasms of the women that I have slept with and can replicate them to the finest accuracy." "How very Barbarella..." Barnaby said wryly. The baron pretended not to have heard him. "It is purely scientific curiosity on my part to see what effect that they would have on a man such as yourself. Down here," The baron indicated the lowest measure on the scale. "This was a delicious pregnant milkmaid. Her husband gave her to me rather than have his cows seized as collateral for his debts. At the top of the scale are the strongest multiple orgasms I've induced." The baron looked lost in reverie for a moment. "The Duchess was a very good instructor. Oh yes, my mistress taught me everything I know and now women are like putty in my hands..." The baron had pulled out the chain around his neck and was fingering it absently. The key at the end was one of gold and adorned with onyx serpents. "A friend of mine would very much like to meet you, you know?" Barnaby said. "Really? May I enquire who?" The Baron answered. "It's a secret." "No matter. It's time to begin anyway...." +++++++++++++++ "I'll start you off at dear lactating Molly's climax. No doubt a female's climax will be interesting inflicted on a man but we don't want to overdo things, do we? Rouine explained as he flipped the switch. Barnaby's cock got hard instantly. He was hardly aware of it. The current shooting through to his synapses was overwhelming. His nipples were ablaze with sensation and his toes began to curl with frightening pleasure. With unnatural alacrity his balls were twitching and twisting. Barnaby curved his back, straining at his restraints. He came hard, ejaculating until he was dry, but the machine was not done with him. With no more cum to shoot his cock lurched and jerked wildly, still harder than it had ever been. The pain was actually exquisite. The waves of sensation constricted and seized Barnaby's suffering and happy muscles. He bit his lip and drew blood but he was out of it now. "Goddddd...no more.........." He screamed. "Please..........!" His fingernails dug into the flesh of his palms and he was weeping openly. "Fascinating." Rouine pronounced and scribbled some thoughts onto parchment. +++++++++++++ The next day back at the Castle. Applepip sat at a long banqueting hall opposite her bride. "I'm sorry. It's impossible. I thought I could live without Barnaby so long as I knew he lived safely, but I was wrong. When I though he was dead, at least that was unchangeable..." Applepip confessed. "I don't understand, my love. The wedding is next week." Carlotta hissed. "You must let me go to him. I beseech you to show me mercy. I cannot marry you when I know that Barnaby and I belong together." Applepip pleaded. "You abandoned him at the Lava Caverns. He may no longer want to have anything to do with you..." Carlotta snarled. "I must know! Suicide is the only other option." Carlotta forced herself to smile. "I will dispatch riders at once to the forest and request his presence. If he comes for you I will bow out and concede your hand in marriage." +++++++++++++++++ "Duchess, what are you doing here?" Rouine questioned as she entered his hidden laboratory. "They are soul mates, Rouine, but I'm not the sort of person to let that get in my way." She snarled and approached the unconscious Barnaby. "How goes the experiment?" "I tried him on the second level this morning..." "And?" "Male physiology is not designed to have such stimulation thrust upon it. It would take lots of careful mental training to handle cumming like a woman. The shock may kill him if I take him any higher." "Who provided the maximum?" Carlotta demanded. "The late French Ambassador's wife. For intensity and duration it cannot be beaten..." said Rouine, savouring the memory. "Strap me in and we'll see about that!!" The Duchess snarled. She bent over the naked Barnaby and admired his strong physique. Her hand ran over his smooth chest and twiddled the hair running from his navel. She shed her robe. "Can he be revived?" She asked coldly. "I wouldn't advise it..." He replied cautiously as he attached the suction cups to Carlotta's flawless skin. "Hmmm....sometimes a gentle touch...in the right places..." She thought aloud. Her fingernail breezed over his bruised body, in a soothing way. Finally it reached Barnaby's soft but inflamed cock. "Let me kiss it better..." Barnaby woke with a moan as Carlotta's lips acted like a salve on his overworked dick. The pain was present but each lick and flick felt like the sweetest cream tasting the bad away. It stiffened cautiously, eager for love. "aaargh...mmmm" Barnaby rumbled. Carlotta looked at the Baron, boastfully. "I've never raped a man before...I believe I'll find it very...amusing..." She spoke and mounted the bench and Barnaby. Her yawning cunt loomed over his straining manhood then she plunged down. "Ahhhhhhhhhh" Barnaby yelled as Carlotta speared herself on him. His cock sliced into her wet gash and he could feel her flex round him. She pinioned up and down, her claws scratching into his flesh. "Applepip....oh...Applepip....." Barnaby whimpered. His balls were churning in frenzy. With his head strapped to the table he couldn't see the woman but her pussy was his whole world. The pleasure she was having was beginning to be reflected back to him. When Carlotta squeezed and pumped her tits Barnaby's nipples mirrored the sensation precisely. "Stop...." Barnaby sobbed. He struggled against his bonds but to no avail. Barnaby felt the stranger lean back as his cock angled onto her inner pussy walls and sharp spines of ecstasy riddled through his nervous system. There was a second's delay between when Carlotta experienced sensation and when it was cast back to Barnaby. His sinews, muscles, and nerves were caught in one tight clench after another. His own pleasure, mixed and overlaid with Carlotta's was too much to handle. When he ejaculated it was unstoppable. As his semen flooded her cunt he could feel his capacity for rational thought leaving forever. The power of Carlotta's multiple cumming was undeniable. As the man he was left him for good he screamed and gave in. His scream of surrender and ecstasy was heard all over the land. ++++++++++++ His scream of pain, surrender and ecstasy reached the ears of every person in the land. "What is that?" Fenea asked. "Only one man could cum like that; the masked man, the man I need to get us into the castle..." Sadia replied, leaping to her dainty feet. ++++++++++++ When Sadia and Fenea had found the hidden laboratory after a long search they thought their quest had come to a complete stop. Barnaby was now a drooling, snivelling sex slave, gibbering incessantly. As they watched he crawled round the floor like a beast, only capable of monosyllabic grunts. His cock was permanently hard now and he would stop scrabbling now and then to jerk himself off unashamedly. "Allah, he's been fucked so completely he's completely fucked." Sadia sighed with horror. ++++++++++++ "You're wrong, my dear. He's only mostly fucked. Mostly fucked and completely fucked are very different matters entirely...." A deep Jewish sounding voice spoke from the shadows. Sadia turned as a couple stepped from the dark recesses of the room. They were so wizened that they were wrinkles with people attached, seemingly as an afterthought. "Hello, ladies. I am Mr Xmachina and this is my crone, Mrs Xmachina; we can fix mostly fucked men." He explained, sounding like he'd just left New York's stereotyped streets. "You will help us restore him?" Sadia asked hopefully. "No problem." Mrs Xmachina agreed. Sadia and Fenea looked at each other and then back at the hunched over couple expectantly. "What?" Mr Xmachina enquired. "Umm, aren't you meant to say something funny at this point?" Fenea puzzled aloud. "Not you too!" Mr Xmachina rankled. " We're not going to be comedic relief without extra pay! We're trying to be a legitimate narrative device, which is hard enough as it is, without people trying to exploit us, oy..."