1 comments/ 7124 views/ 3 favorites Achara's Curse By: justtheone EDIT 10/15 (This is a semi-sequel to Pillage. Both were inspired, somewhat to my embarrassment, by crummy videos of Skyrim sex mods. The animation was crude, goofy and unsatisfying, but nonetheless it seems they got my wheels turning. These are not really Skyrim stories, though.) * "Well now, at least one thing is certain," said the leader of the elves, with a lurid smile that felt the same for Achara as if the bitch had spat in her face, "you must have a fascinating story to tell. About that." Later, Achara realized that she should have pretended not to know what the elf was talking about. That would have shown them what she was made of. She should have only said something like "About what?" with as much feigned puzzlement and nonchalance as she could muster. Except it was unlikely she could have mustered any. Not with believable conviction, not in these circumstances. Achara Avarad, the so-called Princess of Steel, had never mastered how one properly contends with embarrassment. It must be her most significant weakness. She completely lost her head in such situations in a way that never happened to her in the midst of combat, not even at its most dire and bloody. Physical peril or pain she could face with little qualm. Not so against shame. That was an excruciating and unbearable torment. Her pride and her dignity as both a woman and a warrior were always too precious to her—it was how she was trained since childhood—with the unfortunate result that she ended up hopelessly thin-skinned to ridicule and scorn. Even in the form of mild jests from her closest friends, she'd all too rapidly fly into murderous rages. If in the present situation, it had only been herself alone (besides obviously the elves)—she might have borne up a bit better. Possibly. But Achara was not alone. Her comrade Voy had been taken captive alongside her. Voy was another Shonjeth battle-maiden, slightly younger than Achara, who looked up to her as a mentor. She had known nothing—until now—of Achara's affliction. Nobody had except Achara herself, and of course the foul little wicked bastard that put this spell on her two months ago in the first place, and one other person—a sorceress Achara had gone to secretly in hope of a cure. Turned out there had been nothing that woman could do for her, only telling Achara she would have to wait for the magic to wear down on its own. Which was an uncertain process and might take as long as the rest of the year. Now, by sheer bad luck, these wretched wicked elves, devoid of honor and restraint, had uncovered her humiliating secret before the eyes of her friend and student. It made Achara want to die. The last man Achara had bedded was a warlock. They had just successfully completed a treasure hunting expedition together. Right after they uncovered the prize—a magical crown—Achara had embraced and kissed the man. She'd been feeling randy during the entire journey. They had sex there in the tomb, their unclothed bodies illuminated by the flickering magical flames of the elvish crown. It had been disappointing for her. The warlock had no stamina. She got angry with him and said many cruel things. He put a curse upon her. She cut off his head. Sadly that did not undo his final spell. "I'll show you what it's like," he had said, just before she slew him, "And we'll see if you handle it any better." The bastard had inflicted male sexuality upon her, or at least a ghastly, exaggerated parody of it. Whenever Achara became aroused—which occurred with much greater frequency, though thankfully the villain had not changed the orientation of her desires—the thorn of her flower (that is, her clitoris) transformed into a penis of prodigious size and, most humiliating of all, equally prodigious sensitivity. If subjected to tactile stimulation, Achara found she could not prevent herself from climaxing in only a matter of seconds. Just as the warlock had been unable to do. Only she was worse—she lost control far faster, exactly as he had planned. And unlike whenever she'd had a normal female orgasm, usually leaving her eager and energized to attain another and another, in stark contrast, when her magical penis finished spewing (and where exactly did the semen come from, since she had no balls?) she would find herself utterly exhausted. Barely able to think or move. It took enormous concentration not to lose consciousness altogether. If she fought through this period and succeeded in shaking off the sleepiness, she was left highly irritable for at least an hour, often far longer. Achara had not attempted sex with anyone since she was cursed. She would not have dared. Even provided she could have found a man of good nature that wouldn't be put off by her revelation of the thing, enormous and twitching, when she took off her clothes, and more importantly, if this was also a man that could be trusted neither to mock her for the affliction, nor spread shameful stories about her afterward (and it was doubtful any such man had ever existed in the whole history of the world) she knew she would reach her finish and want to stop and sleep before that mythical man could get close to achieving any pleasure in the act for himself. The whole business would turn out a humiliating disaster. So no fucking for Achara until the curse wore off. When the cock got hard, she ignored it as best as she could until the feelings finally faded or else, if convenient, she snuck off somewhere she could be alone for a minute to take care of the problem with her hand. The one upside to the design of the curse was it never took more than a few feverish moments for her to bring herself off. Though the subsequent exhaustion and disorientation she experienced was frequently as problematic as her arousal had been in the first place. Also it was always difficult not to scream when she climaxed. She would muffle the outcry with her other hand; this only worked to a degree. Wearing a glove helped. Several times she had nearly been caught with her leather pants still shoved down around her knees because someone was close enough to hear her and they'd hurried over to investigate the sound. And how could she explain the mess she made, a reeking pool of goo on the ground at her feet? Twice she had to pretend she had just arrived and discovered it a moment before others appeared. "Did you hear someone shouting?" she had asked, before anyone else had a chance, "And look, what do you think this stuff on the ground is? Surely it can't be what it smells like." Her and Voy had been hired to chase down a pack of werewolves ... The pursuit had taken them into elven territory, a forest inhabited by the notably touchy tribe called the Honshan. Unlike many other elvish nations, the Honshan were not a very civilized bunch. On the witchworld of Chax, the many breeds of fay and the many breeds of demons are closely related. So much so that the distinction is one of culture, more than any other factor. In the case of the Honshan culture, if it could be dignified as such, the distinction is quite difficult to make. Achara suspected the werewolves were employed by the Honshan, for bloodsport. Or perhaps it went further. Perhaps the werewolves were members of their tribe. Then she and Voy, like idiots, had ran right into an animal trap. A large pit hidden by thin branches with leaves piled over them. Very old trick, very effective. They were lucky the pit didn't have spikes at the bottom. Half a dozen Honshan elves had soon arrived to fish them from the hole. The elves were all female, with their faces garishly painted. They wore only scraps of animal skins and strands of ivy artfully twined around their limbs and in their hair. They pranced and frolicked around on their dainty unshod toes like dancers. They carried crossbows and tall spears and curved daggers. They made Achara and Voy toss up all their weapons from the pit before they lowered down ropes for them. Once they'd climbed out, the elves bound them to trees and used those fearsome daggers to cut away all their clothing. "Why are you taking our clothes?" cried Voy, "Don't ruin our things! You've no need to do that! We surrendered to you in good faith! You're destroying everything we have!" "Prisoners must be searched," said the leader of the elves, "Thoroughly, carefully searched." Voy had tried to keep a knife back, hidden inside one of her boots. Of course the elves discovered it before she had an opportunity to put it to use. They had bound her facing the trunk of her tree (Achara faced outward), and after they exposed her little round buttocks, tensed and beaded with sweat, as well as surprisingly tan compared to Achara's, one of the elves gave her a sound spanking. "Naughty, naughty," said the elf, "Shouldn't try to trick us, trespasser." "Ow! You bitches! Ahhaah! Uhhuuh! Goddess!" They hadn't tied Voy's feet yet, so she kicked them behind her, each time she was struck, hopping from foot to foot and squirming her hips uselessly from side to side. She only made herself look ridiculous; she could not escape the steady rain of smacks. "Stoppit! Stop! Bitches! Ow! Owee! Uhhuhhuhhuuh!" Achara felt ashamed of her. She wished Voy could keep quiet and take the silly slaps with proper warrior stoicism. "Uhhaahhrr! Stoppit!" Voy still had a single brown stocking on pulled up to the knee, though it had a hole in it exposing her clenching toes as much as her other foot. The elves had also neglected to remove her braided leather headband. Shaking her head in torment had made it slip down loose over her eye on one side. The mean-spirited elves were making her look more and more juvenile and forlorn. "Is this making you hot, little nude warrior?" asked the elf, "I wager it is. If I reached in and touched your cunt, it will have moistened, won't it? If it hasn't, it will as soon as I touch it. Shall we see?" Voy's face had turned as crimson as her battered buttocks. "Don't! Don't! Not there! No! Noohhhoohhoohh!" "Say please," said the elf, spanking her again. Voy held out a little longer but not much. "Ahhuuhh! Ahhuuhh! Please! Please! No more! Ahhaahhaah! Please just ... Uhhnnuuhh! Just stop!" The spanking stopped. "Good girl. Don't be so frightened of your sexual reaction, it is quite natural. Let's turn her around like the other one. I want to see her face. I want to see her blushes and her tears. I want to watch her cunt drip." This was done. They peeled away her remaining stocking when they did, but left her crooked headband as it was. Indeed, as the elf had remarked, Voy had broke down into blubbering. She didn't stop. Achara had just recently rescued her from a bandit clan. They had kept her as a slave for a period of weeks. They had kept her in the nude the entire time and put her to a great deal of use. Mostly this was underground but not always—which was the reason for the completeness of her tan, when they would bring her to the surface to fuck her for hours under the sun in the grassy courtyard of their fortress. Another young woman had been with her at the beginning of her captivity, a witch called Shovon—but she was very soon ransomed by her sister witches and Voy had been left to endure the bandits' desires alone. Achara intended to pay Shovon back for that one day. It had been the witch's fault the pair of them got taken prisoner in the first place. Voy was only beginning to regain her confidence as a warrior. When Achara saved her, she had resisted leaving the bandits' fortress. She had convinced herself she was no longer worthy of the Shonjeth heritage because of her submission to the men, and worse, because she had grown to enjoy and crave the brutal sex they continuously subjected upon her. Voy had little experience of sex before her enslavement. To a degree, that might have helped her to adapt and survive. Yet in Achara's view she took the idealized strictures of Shonjeth teachings far too literally. This was a common mistake of the young and naïve, until they learned better. How many of the so-called battle-maidens were actually maidens? None, was the answer. None that Achara ever knew of. The honor and pride of the Shonjeth were supposed to be unyielding. It sounds very fine and noble and poetic. What such a code amounts to in the real world is self-destructive inflexibility. One yields when one must, as little as one can get away with in the circumstances, or else one is simply chasing death with the avidity of a lover. Lost pride is dreadful to experience and endure, but with patience and perseverance, pride and honor can both be restored. It is a sad flaw of the Shonjeth system that it fails to include any mention of the possibility. It was unfortunate, and a great shame, that Achara had allowed her unlucky student to be captured again so very soon. Voy was not ready for this. Clearly her courage had already abandoned her. "This is my fault," she said, "You should not have brought me with you, Achara. It's because I'm unworthy. The Goddess is showing us. She is punishing us both." Achara rolled her eyes. She hated that Voy had picked up religion. Especially since she only used it to flog herself. Guilt had become a thrill for her, and an addictive one. Achara hoped to wean her off the absurd habit in time. This new misadventure would set back her efforts significantly. Because she was hanging her head wallowing in her misery as she wept, and keeping her eyes squeezed shut, Voy hadn't seen Achara's cock yet. She hadn't expected it to appear. It was only supposed to happen when she became aroused. Achara did not consider herself the kind of person to become aroused by captivity and bondage. To have all her clothes sliced away by evil laughing elves was not her notion of an enjoyable and exciting afternoon. What it was, of course, was an appalling and enraging humiliation. Her face burned more in fury than with shame. At least that was what she told herself. Then the further mortification of watching her student succumb so quick to weakness and hysteria in front of her. She nearly wanted to spank Voy's exposed ass herself, and far less gently and playfully than the elf had done. And then, to her mortification, the boner reared outward and up, and up further—bigger and redder this time than it had ever shown up on any previous occasion. Shivers of electricity coursed through it, then spread racing all across the rest of her exposed body, taller and much paler than Voy's, stretched on tiptoe with her arms over her head. Her nipples spiked and tingled, and she felt her cunt beginning to leak under the shadow of the cock. She moaned aloud, before she could catch herself and hold it in. "Ohhuuhhnn ... nuuuhhhuuhhnnn ..." And all the watching elves giggled and jostled each other as they pointed at the object and traded backslaps. The giant penis quivered and goo oozed from the end, dripping shiny speckles to the forest floor. The goo trickling from her passage only reached her knees. "Should we touch it?" asked the elves, "Would you like us to?" "No! Don't! Don't you dare! Keep away!" "Oh my!" This was from Voy, looking over now. "Achara! How in the world?" "Don't look at me like that, Voy. Please. Just don't look at me." "But I don't understand. Have you always been this way?" "No! Dammit! It's a curse! It's a spell that hasn't worn off yet. That's all!" "But why did someone give you a magic cock?" "Yes," an elf broke in, "Explain." "It's ... it's a long story. It doesn't matter. All of you, just leave me alone." "You don't look like you want to be left alone, warrior woman. You look like you want us to touch it. You are very excited, aren't you? No use denying it. It's plain to see. Why else would the thing reach out like it's doing? It strains with yearning!" "I can't control it! I can't help what it does. It happens by itself!" One of the elves grabbed hold of the shaft and squeezed it, hard as she could. Achara screamed, as white and purple flashes blinded her. "Don't! Don't! You mustn't!" The elf giggled and gave it a single pump. That was all it took to set it off. "Haaahhhuuuhh!" cried Achara, and her body thrashed with such force she felt close to wrenching her roped arms from their sockets. The pain somewhat spoiled the orgasm. The elf was drenched by the explosion of semen. She staggered backward with an expression as dazed and embarrassed as Achara's, and tripped over and landed on her butt. The rest of the elves mocked her without mercy in their own language. The elf cursed them as she used fallen leaves from the ground to wipe her red face and her chest. "My Goddess," Voy said, "I don't believe it. My Goddess ... that was crazy!" Her voice dwindled. Achara lost consciousness ... The elves woke her again with slaps across her face. "Can you get hard again?" they demanded. Achara shook her head. "Not for a long time. Please just ... just let me rest." The curse-cock drooped completely limp and had dwindled to a third its previous size. It would take another half hour for the thing to finish disappearing, or rather, returning to its original natural form—her clitoris. "Are you sure?" said the elves. They fondled the thing. They tugged on it and squeezed it and tickled it. These minor torments made Achara moan and whimper and jerk against her ropes. The cock ached a great deal, and tingled at the very tip as well as at the opposite end, its hidden root within her pelvis, yet the greasy shaft remained limp as the proverbial wet noodle until the elves also put their fingers inside her flower beneath it. "We did not realize you retained womanly parts together with the man-thing. And my word, how moist it is! Strong too! A warrior's cunt. It squeezes on my fingertip with a warrior's resolution." "You bitches! You vile villainous pointy-earred bitches! You have no honor! None of you!" Yet as fellow females, they knew exactly how to touch her inside to best stimulate her desire, regardless of her hate. Besides, it had been so long since she felt such touches inside herself. That increased her susceptibility to the violation. She had not even touched herself that way since she was cursed. The evil greedy cock always demanded her complete concentration. Achara had nearly forgotten the proper sensations and satisfactions her natural parts gave her. And now, sadly, her feminine desire could not kindle without reawakening her masculine affliction. Damn thing was attached to her cunt, after all, converted from her flower's thorn. Thus the cock started swelling again. It could not achieve its full stretch, it only straightened halfway. The foreskin did not roll back from the enflamed head. The elves attacked it once more, utterly abandoning her flower in its favor. The ache and inflammation inside the cock had increased a thousandfold. Achara found she could no longer hold herself back from screaming. "Please stop! Oh stop! It hurts! It's too sensitive now! Oh please stop torturing me! You elvish bitches! Please no more! Ahhuuhh ahhuuhh ahhuuhh! I beg you! I'm begging you! I can't stand anymore! Please!" So much for warrior stoicism. "Not very tough, are you?" taunted the elves, "Look at this tall muscular warrior woman—looks impressive, but she can't hold out against a little playful tickling. All your training, but you Shonjeth aren't as mighty as you're made out to be, are you? Is it all a pretense? Seems that it is. Both you girls are weak and pathetic. It's lucky you're so pretty or we'd have gone ahead and cut your throats by now. You hack your hair short like boys and dress yourselves in leather and wave swords around, but without those costumes, you're not good for much, are you? Except for amusing us with your pitiful pleas and screeching." "Ahhahhaahh! Please no! No more! Oh you're so cruel! So cruel to me! Gaahhuuhhahhh! If I wasn't tied I swear I'd ... I'd ..." Achara's Curse "What? What could you do, girl, naked and weaponless? Nothing! Nothing but fall to your knees and fondle yourself while we watch and laugh at you. I shall prove it to you. You won't be able to help yourself—not in the state you're in." The elf released Achara's cock and stood back, folding her arms beneath her tiny, barely concealed breasts. "Cut her free! But wait just a moment ... Wait 'til I say." A full minute passed. The elf watched Achara's expression carefully. "Now she's ready. Set her loose." When the ropes fell from her body, she lunged at the leader, reaching for her throat. But she only managed two stumbling steps before collapsing to her knees, and her hands dropped to her cock. In the minute the elf had ceased to touch it, it had perversely resumed its full stiffness. Achara found herself craving the over-intense friction that a minute ago she'd been desperate to escape. It made no sense but the shameful compulsion was too strong to withstand. She knew she was proving the elf right about her. It didn't matter. She couldn't help it. She cranked herself with both hands as hard as she could. "Ohhuuhhoohh! Uhhuuhhhaahhuuhh!" On her knees, it was like she was making an offering of herself. Why couldn't she stop? Because it felt too good. The humiliation was terrible but the pleasure her hands pummeled from her cock made that an acceptable price to pay ... She wept from the shame, and continued to flog the cock, continued to moan from the pleasure. "Huuhhgghhnn uuhhhuuggghhhh ..." Behind her on the ground, her toes curled against each other as if her feet wanted to comfort one another, while her knees slid further apart in the dirt, and she threw back her head to fling her sweat-soaked bangs from her eyes. And wailed like a dying beast. "Haahhuuhhnn!" The elf sneered and spat upon her face. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Of course you are. But you're going to come anyway. You're going to come again all over my bare feet. Aren't you? You know you are. Afterward I'm going to make you lick them clean, like the filthy bitch you are." "Ohhuuhh! Ohhuuhh! Uhhnnuuuhhnn!" She tried to tell herself she didn't care what the evil elves thought of her. Of course it wasn't true. She couldn't believe she was disgracing herself like this for their amusement. She thought of all the hundreds of men and monsters she had slain. The bards sang songs of her—she was the Princess of Steel! Now, behold: she couldn't stop jerking the cock. She couldn't rise from her knees in the dirt. The need to come was too powerful. She was almost there. It was taking much longer than usual, but that was no doubt because of the earlier orgasm. It was miraculous this was happening at all, so soon after its predecessor! She could feel the final build-up at the root of the cock, surging to the pinnacle of eruption. She was seconds from the peak ... "No, I've changed my mind," announced the elf, "Seize her arms. Bind her to her tree exactly as before. Hurry! Hurry!" "No! No! You can't!" Except they could indeed. They were too swift for her. In moments she was bound to the tree once again on tiptoes with her arms upstretched. She could not bring her cock to completion. They were extremely careful not to brush against it. The aching blazing strain was unspeakable agony. "Not now! Not like this! You can't leave me like this! Hanging! Hanging! You can't leave me hanging! Please! Please! I'm begging! It hurts! It hurts! I'm begging! Mercy! Let me come! Make me come! It hurts too much! I'm burning inside! The pressure! I can't bear it! Please oh please don't leave me hanging like this! Burning! It's burning me! Gaahhuuhhaahh!" "Will you pledge obedience to me?" said the elf, "Will you pledge yourself my slave?" "Yes! Yes! Anything! Anything you want!" "Will you renounce the Shonjeth? Will you go so far as that for me? Well?" "Y-yes. Yes I will. If that's what you want. Then yes." "Achara, you mustn't!" cried Voy, "You mustn't do it! Please don't, Achara! Don't give in! Once you give in, you'll never be able to take it back! Please don't!" "I must, Voy. I must. You don't understand—the curse is too powerful. The pressure! So much pressure! I'm in agony! Agony! It's driving me mad! I've gone mad! I cannot stop myself. Not now. I have to come. Anything to come! I have to come!" Once again she was released from the tree, but this time the elves held her arms behind her to keep her from touching herself, and she was forced to her knees before the leader. She took a shuddering breath and swallowed painfully, and then Achara said "I renounce the way of the Shonjeth. Their teachings are fraudulent and foolish. I am no true warrior, I am only a weak and wanton woman, fit only for slavery. I pledge you my obedience. Let me prove my sincerity and fealty. I beg you to allow me to come. Let me discharge it upon your feet, and then I shall lick them clean." The leader nodded. "I accept your pledge. Now demonstrate your proof. Set her arms loose." Achara scooted on her knees closer in the dirt to the elf's feet and jerked herself off above them. "Oh! Oh yes! Oh yes! At last! At last! It's coming! I'm going to come! At last! Oh yes!" "Don't close your eyes, slave. Look up at me. Keep looking at me." Achara obeyed. "Oh yes! Yes!Yes!Yes! Yuuuhhhaahhhuuhhaarrhh!" The world shattered around her. The cock, in her own eyes as it had always been, was a monster with a life of its own, and she watched it vomit. That was how it appeared to her. The monster vomited again and again and again, the eruptions of its spew like great ghostly serpents flailing high arches in the air before they plunged and perished in milky splashes across the elf's toes, which flinched slightly and scrunched in the soil at every impact. Each explosive emission triggered a fresh wave of celestial glory and happiness to drown and dissolve the whole summation of Achara's flesh and spirit. Reaches of pleasure she could never have imagined. Yet the power and the joy of the release drained as rapidly as the pressure it relieved, and left her hollowed out and shivering, bereft and bewildered and afraid. "No. Oh no. Nooohhhoohh." After it was done, some of her sanity returned, in addition to the obligatory fog of exhaustion. This made cleaning the elf's feet with her tongue a dreadful ordeal. She'd thought she was prepared and perfectly reconciled—in fact she was, while the need to come still had complete dominion of her mind. Now that reconciliation had evaporated with her pleasure. Besides, as an elite Shonjeth, she had never tasted semen before. That was one of the old rules she had never broken—she had never allowed a man to put his penis into her mouth. She had kissed the feet of other pretty women, on a couple special drunken occasions, while she was massaging them, and suckled their toes. Never of course when they were filthy and reeking like this with white steaming slime. Achara wept and whimpered as she completed her task. But of course her suffering added to the elf's enjoyment. "You please me very much, slave. I shall enjoy your service. Your tongue feels most exquisite upon my toes. The toes of elves are very sensitive, did you know? It's why we don't wear shoes. We too much enjoy the feel of the living textures of the world beneath our feet. Slave, you are ... uhh ... you are arousing me greatly. Oh yes. Ahhaahh. Lift your head now. Put your head beneath my skirt. Lick my flower like you licked my toes. Yes! Yes! Like that! You are truly a wonderful and skillful slave. This is your true destiny. It is good you have accepted it now. Your beauty and your talent and your lust were all wasted as a silly Shonjeth poser! Now I shall come! You shall make me come! Ahhaahh! Haahh! Haahh! Huuhhh! Huhuhuhuuhhh!" Abandoning her haughty poise in throes of ecstasy, the elf would have fallen over if two of her smirking friends hadn't supported her from behind. When it was finished another elf said "Make her fuck the other girl now. That will be fun to watch. Make them fuck!" "But ... but ..." Achara sputtered, as the elf's cunnyhoney dripped from her chin. "I can't. Truly I can't. There's no way. I swear. Look at my cock! Its power is completely spent. I won't be capable of getting hard again for hours and hours." "You claimed the same thing before." This was the elf that made her shoot the first time and got knocked on her ass in the process by the discharge. She still had drizzles of semen encrusted in her hair she hadn't noticed when she was wiping the rest of her body clean with leaves. "I know but ... surely it won't happen again. It's not possible. I'm sorry. I'm too drained. I can barely hold my head up. I would obey you if I could. I am your slave, I will hold to my oath. Please understand. I am only human. Have pity on me. Let me rest." "If the cock can't get hard again," suggested another of the band, "we should just cut it off of her. Perhaps she'd thank us for that. It would cure her of the curse." Cutting off the cock would be cutting off her clit. "No! No! Don't do that! Anything but that! Please! Please! Mercy! I'll do anything!" "Then make yourself hard again." "I'll try! I'm trying! Look, see? I'm doing it! I'm trying to make it hard!" "No one is cutting off my slave's cock without my permission," said the leader. "You don't need it," said the other, "It's just her tongue you want. You would never let this pathetic creature stick that disgusting and extraneous limb inside your sacred vale." "True enough," the leader admitted. "I do love to watch the filthy beast playing with it, even so." "As do we. And we want to watch her stick it in her little friend. This other one needs a fucking. We could do it ourselves, but she'll like it better if it's the slave that does it. She's been drooling for that cock since she got her first glimpse of it. Look at her squirming her sticky thighs together with anticipation. Ha!" "Wait," said Voy, "No! You're wrong! That's not true!" "You'd rather we do it to you? We'll use our tongues—that part you'll enjoy—but then we'll use our fists. You won't like that as much. You'll get used to it, but in all honesty that will take you a fair while." "You have to listen to me," said Voy, "I ... I can't have sex. Please don't make me. If you do, I will lose my mind and my soul. I swear to you! You have to understand, I ... I was a slave. Before I came here, I mean. I was kept as a slave by orcs and they trained me to pleasure them. Not like you did to Achara—much more brutal. Achara liberated me and I'm trying to forget my training. I'm trying to cleanse my soul and restore my honor. It's much too soon for me to have sex again. I know if I do it will turn me back to what the orcs made me. Sin will consume me, body and soul, like I let it do before. Please have pity on me! Please I beg you! Don't turn me into a slave again! You already have Achara! Don't take my honor again as well! You don't need me! She's more beautiful than I will ever be, and I don't have a magic cock. And remember my body is tainted because of the orcs. You don't want to touch the filthy leavings of orcs, do you? I'm sure the idea sickens you." All her speech did was fuel the elves' excitement. "Foolish girl, you are a wanton slave already. Can you not hear yourself? You have not cleansed your nature at all. You don't even wish it, not in your heart. Not in your cunt. You know it's true. Confess, slave. Confess!" "No, I swear! No! Please! Spare me! Have pity!" The elves whipped her breasts with branches, and prodded at her cunt to reveal the glistening wetness it applied to the wood. "Confess! Confess!" "Oh Goddess! All right! It's true! I'm a slave! I am wanton! I am wet! I want to be fucked! I need to be fucked! Please fuck me! All of you, any way you want! Make me come! I wanna come! I need fucking! Please!" And Achara found to her own wonder and dismay that she was fully erect for the third time in a single hour. Voy's pitiful theatrics had succeeded where her own hands could not. "Untie her," she said, "Please! Let her off the tree. I will fuck her for you! I am ready! Look how ready I am! It's burning inside! I'm burning! Let me have her! I want to pin her flat on the dirt! Please let me fuck her! Cut her down!" They did. Achara pounced upon Voy like a tiger. She thought she would come the second she entered her student. And she did. Yet somehow the cock did not dwindle this time, and neither did the vigor of her lust. Voy's face and her screams were too compelling. Achara continued to fuck her. She came again and again. Every half dozen strokes, the magic cock erupted anew. After the first two times releasing inside Voy's cunt, Achara would pull out when it was time to shoot, and put it across her belly and her breasts, her neck and her chin, her cheeks and her forehead ... when all that was done, she moved down the next time and covered Voy's feet. A climax for each, to cover them best. But even after all that the fucking did not stop and Achara did not slow down. Voy screamed her name over and over. "Acharrraahhh! Ahcharrraaahh! I'm coming! I'm coming on your cock! I'm coming on you cock!" "Renounce the Shonjeth forever, as I did. Let me hear you say the words. Pledge yourself to slavery. Please, Voy. Please let me hear you say it. I beg you!" "I do! I renounce the Shonjeth! Oh Goddess I surrender myself to sin! Please put it in my ass now! Please I want to feel you in my ass! Acharraahhuuhhoohhoohh!!" "We are the same now, warriors no more. We shall stay in this place together and serve the elves with our bodies and our pleasure and our shame. Ahhaahhuuhh I'm coming again! I'm filling your ass! I'm filling your tight little ass!" "Ohhhoohh more! Please more!" "You were made for this, Voy. Your ass was made for fucking. You were useless as a warrior. You were always too weak and stupid. I always knew deep down." "I know! I know! Punish me! Punish me with cock! I need it! The orcs showed me! The orcs made me understand! I need punishment! I need cock! Cock! Ahhuuhhuuhhaahhuuh!" "Why did I stick with you? Now I know. Because I always wanted to fuck you. I never admitted it to myself before. I never dared. All my boyish eager students, trying to act so fierce. I always wanted to pin all of you down and show you the truth. Like this! Like this! This is what you need! This is what you were made for!" "Yes! Yes! Goddess! Yes! Harder! Harder! Please!" The elves tried to drag them apart. They couldn't. The whole group wasn't strong enough against the force of Achara's lust, and Voy's. And here, Readers, we shall leave them. Thus their fucking and their pleasure in each other never need cease.