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Lost in Eros 2: The Forest 01

By: BradentonLarry



NOTE: The events of this series (as a whole) follow immediately after Lost in Eros Book I. I strongly suggest reading that series first.

Lost in Eros

Book II: The Forest

Tascha Bound

Tascha strained against the cords that held her fast. Her arms and legs were stretched out against an X-shaped cross, tied securely at the wrists and ankles. The muscles in her thin, strong arms and her bare legs pulled and struggled as her lithe, naked torso twisted against the cross. She had been trying to pull herself loose for what must be an hour now, and was convinced there was no actual hope that she would free herself. Only fierce stubbornness drove her to struggle again and again. 

At first, her captors had been gathered around Tascha, laughing at her as she fought futilely against her restraints. They had pinched and fondled her naked body, not as if they were trying to arouse her, but out of amusement at her defiant helplessness. They had squeezed and twisted her nipples, not playfully but cruelly, until tears were rolling down her cheeks. Hands had crushed her breasts roughly and slapped her face and thighs until her skin was burning and bright pink. Rude, unloving fingers had been shoved into her pussy, without intending to excite her, only to violate her. It was infuriating to her that her body had responded to this intrusion with grasping, hungry wetness. Although her mind was rebelling against her situation, and the rest of her body was being so badly mistreated, her vagina – and the damned XYZ in her veins – was ready for sex. Tascha didn't give in, though, and wouldn't.

That had been the problem. Tascha wouldn't play along, so they tied her up and put her on display in the middle of this broken down old castle. They had good fun with that, hauling the kicking and fighting naked young woman off and holding her down on the cross while they bound her and then raised the framework to fit into its base. Tascha particularly remembered one of her tormentors, a big redhead with freckles over her cheeks and nose, who laughed in Tascha's face and then licked her cheek with a broad, wet tongue. After a while though, they got tired of abusing her and wandered off to find other things to do. Now and then someone would pass her by. Sometimes they would prod, pinch or fondle her body, but more and more they would just walk by, laughing.

At first she had been happy to realize she'd been taken by the warrior women. Given her previous experience in Eros, Tascha expected to find herself in a Sapphic harem, surrounded by playful, horny women. After what she'd gone through, particularly since being separated from Don and the girls, the thought of some girl-on-girl action was quite welcome indeed!

As soon as she was dumped out into the courtyard of the castle and looked around, though, Tascha realized this wasn't going to be any nice little harem situation. The stones of the courtyard were rough and cold on her bare skin. The women who stood around her were anything but welcoming. They looked down at her with various expressions of contempt and amusement. Each of these warriors was clearly very strong, with well-defined muscles on her arms, legs and abdomen. Odd pieces of armor were combined with tattered garments to barely clothe their athletic bodies. Each one held a weapon of some kind, mostly spears. 

"She's a scrawny one," said one of the women with a sneer.

"No tits to speak of," said another derisively.

Tascha was crouching there in front of them, trying to cover her nudity for the first time since she and Don had awoken in the Manor. 

"I'll bet she didn't put up any fight," one of the women scowled with distaste.

"What about it, little pup? Did you put up any fight or did you just let them fuck you until they were done with you?"

Tascha had twisted to get a look at the woman who had asked her those questions. She saw a tall woman with long jet-black hair and icy blue eyes looking down at her. The woman's expression gave the impression that she smelled something particularly rank.  

Tascha tried to think of what to say, but was distracted when she felt the butt of a spear shoved under her behind, and a voice saying, "I'll bet they screwed her ass too."

The blue-eyed woman kept watching Tascha, as the woman behind her shoved the spear harder, pushing Tascha up to a kneeling position. Another woman asked, "Well, what is it, girl, did the goats fuck your ass?"

"She's blushing," laughed one of them. "I'll bet she liked getting fucked in the ass by the goats."

The blue-eyed woman smiled wryly and said, "As if you don't like a good ass-fucking, Wanda."

"Well, yeah, but not from a goat!" Wanda protested.

They all laughed at this, but Tascha didn't feel any more comfortable. The woman with the black hair and blue eyes was still looking down at her contemptuously. 

"What are we going to do with the scrawny little bitch, then," one of the women asked.

"Give her to the men?"

"It doesn't look like she can fight, so what else is she good for? She's too skinny to be any fun."

"I don't know," said the blue-eyed woman haughtily. She reached out and caught Tascha's chin in a strong grip. She turned Tascha's head to the right and left, looking at her face coldly. "She's kind of cute."

Cute!? Tascha suddenly realized how incredibly pissed she was. Things hadn't been going exactly well for days but she'd put up with it, thinking that Don and the others would turn up and get her out of this mess. Tascha was nothing if not a good sport; she hadn't actually been hurt and she'd managed to have fun in the process, but somehow a line had been crossed. This bunch of obnoxious women was too much to put up with nicely. A simmering rage welled up in Tascha's breast.

The cold woman in front of her seemed to see the fury in Tascha's eyes. She smiled cruelly and said, "What do you say, little pup, will you be a good little pet for me?"

"Fuck you!" Tascha spat. 

The smack came from somewhere off to the right and batted Tascha's head to the left. A spear shaft came down hard across her bare back, stinging like fire and knocking her forward onto her hands and knees.

"Show respect, you skinny bitch!" said an angry voice.

Tascha glowered at the gray stone in front of her, thinking furiously, I'll be damned if I'm going to be anyone's fucking cute little pet! Then she saw a sandaled foot extended under her face. It moved upward and Tascha lifted her head to avoid making contact. 

"There, there," said the blue-eyed woman. "I'm sure she'll behave now that she understands that she'll be punished if she doesn't. Right, little pup?"

Tascha glared up at the woman and said nothing.

"She's a wild one," a blonde woman with braids on both sides of her head, and who looked more than a little like a valkyrie to Tascha, said cheerfully. "Better watch yourself, Daphne."

The blue-eyed woman, Daphne, sneered coldly and said, "Don't be ridiculous, Brigit. She'll be a good little pet for me, won't you, pup? Show the girls you'll play nice and kiss my foot."

Tascha was keenly aware of the fact that she was surrounded by a gang of big bullies with sticks and worse, but she was past caring. She pushed herself up so that she was kneeling on her haunches and said, "I'll tell you what, I'll kiss your foot right after you kiss my ass."

The blonde, Brigit, thought this was very funny, and Tascha thought some of the others laughed a little too, but again she was smacked – this time so hard that she tasted blood. 

Daphne, who wasn't laughing at all, then said, "It looks like the pup needs to be house-broken, ladies. Let's see how she likes being tied to the cross."

So, Tascha was woman-handled until and after she was tied up and put on display in the middle of what seemed to be an ancient, decrepit hall. Fortunately, the women had tired of tormenting her, but they made no move to release her. 

Tascha pulled again, straining all the muscles in her lithe body against the bonds restraining her left wrist, trying to pull her hand through. She felt the wood of the cross against her back and butt. It seemed as if she would pull her hand off the end of her arm, or at the very least dislocate her shoulder, but nothing gave. She sagged, breathless, against the big X, hanging from her restraints. Tascha resigned herself to waiting until they untied her. 

In the meantime, she thought back to her adventures since she and Don had come to Eros, both in the Manor and since that day, about a week ago, when they had left the Manor and headed out into the forest. She knew reliving some of those events would make her horny, in spite of her situation, but thoughts of her life before coming to Eros would only depress her further. In any case, there was little doubt that the XYZ would have her horny soon anyway.

Lost in Eros 2: The Forest 02



Lost in Eros

Book II: The Forest

The Rite

Right after leaving the Manor Don found himself in strange company. It wasn't the fact that he was accompanied by four sexy women (each of whom he had slept with, sometimes with the active assistance of the others), including the love of his life and best friend Tascha. Nor was it the fact that two of those women had no memory beyond when they had awakened here in this strange place. Rather it was the presence of the amiable centaur, Ralph, who made the situation so surreal. They had gathered around Ralph in the shade of the first trees on the edge of the lawn spread out in front of the Manor.

"Well, we call this the forest," Ralph answered Tascha's question.

"No," she insisted, "what do you call everything -- the place where the forest is?"

"The world? Oh, you mean Eros," Ralph laughed. "People call the world Eros sometimes."

"Naturally," Don shrugged, smiling across to Tascha.

"OK," Tascha tried to resume her explanation, "Don, Nicole and I aren't from Eros. We come from a place called Earth, and we would like to get home."

Ralph frowned and scratched under his long, dark beard. His equine tail swished a bit too. Then, he said, "I can't say that I've ever heard of this 'Earth' place, and I've traveled extensively throughout the world -- Eros. Oh, would you mind scratching right there, dear?"

Amy, who had utterly failed to resist the urge to caress Ralph's strong flanks, obliged him by scratching at his brown hindquarter where her hand had been.

"Well," Don tried, "if you wanted to find a way to Earth, is there someone you would ask for help?"

"Hmm," Ralph said as his forehead creased with his thought. "I suppose the first place one could try is the Witches of the Glen. Perhaps they could summon the Crone. She is very wise. If anyone knows anything about this 'Earth' it's likely to be... That's very distracting, my dear."

"It certainly is!" Shelonda said. She had knelt down next to Ralph and was caressing his prodigious sex organ, which was, naturally enough, responding to the attention.

Don wondered if the native fauna responded to the XYZ in the same way the human transplants did. He apologized to Ralph, saying, "I'm sorry. My friends have never encountered one of your kind."

"I appreciate that," Ralph said. "It's just that it's been a while since I've been with a mare."

"There aren't many centaurs around?" Don asked.

"No... not too many..."

By now Amy and Nicole had joined Shelonda in caressing and stroking Ralph's large phallus. Tascha was watching them with an expression that seemed a violent mixture of curiosity, shock and titillation. Don almost laughed at her reddening face. He saw that Amy was now kneeling on the ground with both her hands on the column of horse flesh pointing at her face, pumping her hands back and forth on it. Meanwhile, Shelonda and Nicole were similarly stroking Ralph's cock. Don thought it was fortunate for everyone concerned that they hadn't come across an actual horse.

"Oh my!" Ralph breathed. Then a deluge of white cum erupted from him, virtually covering Amy's face and front. Pearly droplets splattered everywhere. 

Shelonda was able to say "Wow!" in the moment before a second bucket full of cum shot out of Ralph and onto Amy's face, and then there was a third much smaller one, followed by a stream that drizzled out. Nicole reached out and caught some of this in her cupped palm, and brought it up to her mouth, only to pronounce it "Yummy!" 

The girls on the ground proceeded to giggle and laugh as they scooped centaur cum off Amy and slurped it down. Tascha watched this for a moment, until she saw Don watching her with amusement, and then said, "Oh, what the hell?" and got down to join in the fun.

"I hope that wasn't too rude of them," Don said to Ralph.

"Oh, no -- not at all!" Ralph laughed. "It was a bit kinky, you know. I've never been pleasured by such tiny females, but I'm certainly not complaining."

"Well, good," Don smiled. "Now, I was wondering if you could help us find these Witches of the Glen that you mentioned." 

Once the women managed to finish playing with Ralph's cum and to clean Amy up a bit, the centaur led them through the forest at a pretty brisk pace. Don was happy that he was a good hiker. The women took turns getting rides on Ralph's back, and took the opportunity to bring themselves to loud orgasms along the way. At first Tascha seemed shocked by the fact that Amy and then Shelonda were so openly grinding themselves against Ralph's spine and then so obviously coming, but, after Nicole took her turn, Tascha climbed up and enjoyed the ride for all it was worth. Don watched her bowing her head against Ralph's shoulder blades as she gasped and sighed with her orgasm, and smiled to himself. It was good to see her enjoying herself so thoroughly. For his part, Ralph said he was happy to return the favor done him as much as possible. Amy, however, insisted that she was unconvinced that there wasn't some further way in which Ralph could be of service to the ladies.

Don found himself a bit happy when they came upon the glade they were seeking before Amy could put any of her ideas to the test. He sensed that Ralph was a bit relieved too.

They were on a cleared hilltop high over the rest of the forest, sloping dark green all around them. The sun was sinking toward the horizon. In the center of the glade were a large stone altar and a large arrangement of wood, ready to become a bonfire. Off to the side, against the tree line, was a large tent of crimson cloth. Ralph led them toward this tent.

Before they got there, though, or even called out, a flap was tossed aside and a beautiful woman in a dark red robe stepped out and said, "Hello, and welcome."

She had a thick mane of yellow and gold hair falling to her shoulders in an unruly tumult. She looked the party over with eyes of light blue-gray and a knowing smile. "My name is Cassandra, how may we help you?"

"Hello Cassandra, I'm Don, and this is Tascha, Nicole, Shelonda, Amy and Ralph."

"It's good to see you again, Ralph," Cassandra smiled. Her voice was musical, friendly and confident -- in short, extremely sexy. "Thank you for guiding our new friends here."

"It was an honor, mistress," Ralph bowed.

"More than that," she winked, "judging from the smell of things."

"An honor and a pleasure," he smiled back at her.

"I am glad," she nodded. Then, turning to Don, she asked, "How may we help you, Don?"

"Tascha, Nicole and I seek a way to leave Eros and return to our home, Earth," Don explained. "Ralph suggested that you could help us find someone who could tell us how to do that."

"The Crone," Ralph added.

"Ah, yes," Cassandra nodded, taking all of this in with apparent simple acceptance. "I see. We could perform the summoning rite, though you will have to help. We will need a fresh offering for the guardian of the portal, and then there will be a price to be paid to the Crone as well."

"What sort of offering and price?" Tascha asked. She had dismounted from Ralph's back and stood next to Don.

"Oh nothing quite so dire as you might imagine," Cassandra smiled enigmatically. "Any of you young ladies will do, though I suggest you or Nicole would be most fitting."

"Fine," Tascha said firmly, "as long as it's nothing life-threatening, I'll do it."

"Wonderful," Cassandra nodded. "And you, Don, will have to pay the Crone's price. Surely you will be as brave as your companion."

"Of course," Don nodded, very much conscious of the fact that he was nowhere near as sure of himself as Tascha seemed to be.

Cassandra smiled at them both and then turned to the tent behind her and called, "Come on everyone, we have to get ready to summon the Crone!"

There were excited exclamations from the tent, followed by a dozen men and women all wearing robes just like Cassandra's. They busied themselves immediately around the firewood and the altar. Don would have paid more attention to what they were doing, but Ralph took this moment to say, "Well, I will leave you in Cassandra's capable hands, then."

"You won't stay to see what the Crone says?" Don asked.

"No," Ralph shook his head. "I want to find myself a mare as soon as possible, and, to be honest, these magical rites are a bit too intense for me."

"Are we safe here?" Don asked in a hushed voice.

"Oh, yes!" Ralph laughed. "Cassandra's a sweet, kind person. She won't let any harm come to you, but ... well, it's just going to be intense, that's all. It all gives me the willies. Anyway, good luck!"

The girls all bid Ralph goodbye, and then he trotted off into the forest, which was already quite dark in the dusk.

"Please, Tascha, come with me," Cassandra said. While they went into the tent, a pair of red-robed women came up to Nicole and Shelonda and led them off toward the fire area. A tall young man approached Don and said, "Sir, if you will accompany me."

Don followed the man to a wooden chair that had been set off to the side, with a clear view of the altar without actually being close to it. The young man said, "During the rite, you will sit here until the Crone summons you. Do not participate in the ritual at all until that time. It is very important that you save yourself for the Crone. If you do not, she will know and be displeased."

"Okay," Don nodded. "Sit in the chair and don't have any fun -- got it."

"Oh, and remove your clothing."

"Um, all right," Don said. After disrobing and putting his few items of clothing, and his staff, on the ground next to the chair, Don sat down and tried to make himself comfortable, watching the robed witches go about their preparations. He wasn't surprised to note that everyone in what he was thinking of as the coven was in good shape, even though they seemed to represent a spectrum of different ages, from quite young -- like Nicole or Shelonda -- to as old as in their sixties, if Don was any judge of such things. Knowing what he now knew about Eros, though, Don realized that each of these people could be much older than their appearance would indicate, thanks to the rejuvenating powers of the XYZ they drank as water. 

After the sun set Don was left alone in the clearing, as the others all disappeared into the big tent. Eventually, the group came out in a solemn procession -- one by one -- with Cassandra in the lead. Tascha came second and was wearing a white robe. The entire group made a circle around the pile of firewood, and most of them began to sing some sort of hymn the words of which Don couldn't make out. This went on for several minutes, until, abruptly, Cassandra raised her hands high over her head, and the wood in front of her burst into flame.

Well, that was certainly a neat trick, Don thought to himself. He caught himself, though, and tried to make a point of not being quite so skeptical as usual. After all, we're trying to play along with this world's rules here. Maybe things won't work if I've got the wrong attitude.

The witches had stopped singing now, and Cassandra took Tascha by the hand and walked her over to stand with her back to the stone altar; the other witches, along with Nicole, Shelonda and Amy, closed the gap in the circle. Facing Tascha, Cassandra raised her arms, with her palms up to the sky, and called out, "O wise mother who guides us and watches over us, we beseech thee to join us this night that the travelers among us may share in the gift of your knowledge and beauty."

The witches around the bonfire repeated Cassandra's words, and four of the men lit torches in the fire and placed them in holes Don hadn't noticed before. These torches were positioned about a meter from each corner of the altar. When the men returned to the circle, Cassandra reached out to caress Tascha's face lovingly. She called out, "O guardian of the portal, we offer you this supplicant who comes seeking knowledge and will give you that which you most desire."

Then, Cassandra untied the simple knot at the base of Tascha's throat that held the white robe closed. Tascha shrugged the robe off her shoulders and stood there naked in the firelight. If she was frightened or anxious Don could not see it in her expression or posture. Instead, she stood proudly, with her shoulders back and head high. To Don it seemed that it was Tascha, not Cassandra, who was the high priestess of this affair.

As the witches around the fire began a low chant, Cassandra took Tascha by the hand and led her to the foot of the altar, and up a set of steps Don hadn't seen earlier. Tascha gently knelt down on the altar and then turned around and lied down upon her back on the cold stone. Don was fascinated to see her bare, pale flesh in the flickering orange and yellow light. He experienced a strong desire to go to the altar then and ravish Tascha even if it did mess up the rite. Instead, he forced himself to sit still in his wooden chair, and kept watching intently.

Cassandra moved around to the opposite side of the altar, away from the bonfire, and produced a large pitcher that seemed to be made of clay. The witch proceeded to pour water over Tascha's naked body. From the sharp gasp and sudden tightening of her muscles, Don could tell Tascha had not expected this, but she lay still on the altar. When she'd emptied the pitcher over Tascha, Cassandra set the pitcher out of the way on the ground somewhere behind the altar, and then leaned over the naked, wet offering and kissed her on the lips.

Cassandra came around the altar and joined the circle of chanting witches. Once she was there, the group slowly began to move around the fire. The chanting became a bit more rhythmic, and the witches started to move almost as if they were dancing. One by one, each of the participants broke away from the circle to approach the altar and kiss Tascha on the lips. When they had kissed her, each one dropped his or her robe to the ground in front of the altar before returning to the circle. Nicole, Shelonda and Amy each took their turn in this kissing and disrobing ritual, as if they had done this kind of thing many times. As this went on, with an increasing number of naked chanting, dancing celebrants, the rhythm and pace of the chant very slowly rose. The dancers were now holding hands or had their arms around each other's waists. Finally, only Cassandra still wore her robe, so she returned to the altar, kissed Tascha again and exposed her own naked body to the fire-lit night. This seemed to be a signal to the others, for the chanting shifted to a much more rhythmic cant, and Don swore there were now deep, distant drums keeping the beat.

As soon as Cassandra returned to the circle, the dancing around the fire became more playful. Now sweaty bodies glistened in the orangey light. Don saw Amy moving along between two men, in each hand a stiff cock, while their hands groped her body. Shelonda passed by with a lovely young woman trying to get her mouth on Shelonda's beautiful heaving bosom. Nicole had allowed a man to catch her from behind and the two of them managed to move around the circle while he kissed the back of her neck and reached around to run his hands over her front. Cassandra danced past with the wanton sensuality of a belly dancer and a certain regal bearing, somehow both reveling in the energy of the rite and aloof from the playfulness rapidly spreading around the circle. The air seemed to be throbbing with the rhythm of the ritual chant, and the heat of the fire and rising eroticism flooded the night. Don looked over to the altar and saw that Tascha had begun to writhe on the stone. Her hands moved over her upper body and her legs rubbed against each other as she felt the aura of lust pulsing from the fire and the dancers. Don watched as she moved her left hand down between her legs, and he had little doubt what she was doing there. As for himself, Don's cock was lying thick on his thigh, growing harder as the rite progressed.

Looking back to the fire, Don saw that the dancing had now stopped, though the chanting and the unseen drums continued on. The witches and company were giving in to their desires. Nearby, backlit by the fire, Nicole, had fallen to her hands and knees, and the man who had been following her so closely was now even closer -- fucking her from behind. Don was unsurprised to see that Amy was kneeling between her two men sucking one cock while stroking the other, and then switching. He couldn't see Shelonda, but figured she must be on the other side of the fire. He could see Cassandra, though, straddling a muscular young man, her head thrown back and her breasts thrust up in the night air as she rode him.

When he turned his attention back to the altar, Don was surprised to see that a strange dark figure was standing there at Tascha's feet. Don almost sprang from his chair, but somehow managed to remember what he had been told, and resolved to sit still and wait. The figure, which Don presumed must be the guardian of the portal, was hard to discern at first, only a darker shadow in the night, but as Don concentrated it resolved into a tall, distinctly masculine form. Don was sure the shadowy "man" had long horns springing out of its forehead and sweeping back over its head. Tascha didn't seem to notice the creature's presence until it reached out to touch her ankle; the jet black hand seemed more like a talon at first, but then just a hand with long fingers. Tascha looked down to see the figure at her feet, but didn't seem frightened or even surprised. Don could see that she said something, but if there was any reply he could not tell -- he couldn't make out any features of the guardian's face, though he had the distinct impression that there were two fiery eyes of dark red in the shadows. Tascha parted her legs for the darkness and Don watched the claw-like hands moving over her relatively pale skin. As the shadow rose up and lowered itself over her, Tascha's hands left her own body and reached out for the dark shape. Her back arched as the shadows enveloped her. Don found it hard to focus on what was going on atop the altar. At one moment he saw Tascha with her head thrown back and a black creature with its mouth on her neck, and the next there was an almost billowing shadow enveloping her. Then there was a glimpse of her thighs and butt as they flexed while she was fucking the shadow enthusiastically. Her torso strained and tensed, and a mouth with sharp teeth was on her white breast. And then darkness swirled around her. 

Don was aware that all around the fire the orgy had become general, even though the chanting and the sound of drums went on. He knew that Nicole was now on her back while a new man was between her legs, thrusting with nearly crazed lust. He knew that Amy was being fucked from behind while she took a cock in her mouth. He knew that Cassandra was passionately kissing one of her female subordinates, while another suckled at her tits and reached down to play with her, all while still riding her initial partner. Don could feel his untouched cock, straining painfully in its excited, engorged state. However, he could not seem to look away from the altar. Though he couldn't hear anything but chanting, drums and the moaning of the witches, he was sure Tascha was crying out in a long, hard orgasm. He could tell the shadowy creature on top of her was not finished, though. 

"No," said a voice next to him, "he will not be finished anytime soon. His need is ... special."

Don looked up to see a woman with long white hair swept away from her face and down her back. She was watching the altar with a smile on her thin, red lips. Her dark eyes sparkled in the firelight as she went on, saying, "His phallus is so very hard, like a thing of steel wrapped in a tight sheath of leather. Not as big as one might imagine, but so, so hard, almost painful to touch, until it fills you and you feel his need becoming your own."




Lost in Eros 2: The Forest 02



She was thin, but tautly muscular, and stood confidently and comfortably next to Don. She wore a black sleeveless shift, bound around her narrow waist with a silver cord. 

"What is his need?" Don finally managed to ask.

Her features were sharp and aristocratic, but her smile was friendly as she looked down at him and said, "Sex, obviously, but not like you or them, or her. The guardian feeds off the carnal pleasure of others, particularly the woman with whom he is engaged -- but especially if she's new to him. The energy he draws from her orgasm makes it possible for me to come to you. He will couple with her as long as she can take it, drawing sustenance from her orgasms, and the lust of the others. He does not couple for release, though, but for the reverse. If he comes, which is quite rare, it will be a fiery jet of liquid ecstasy filling up her body -- every fiber."

"A fiery jet?"

She looked down at him again and smiled warmly, "Don't fear; I was being poetic."

Don smiled back, "And your need?"

She held out her hand, and Don took it and brought it to his lips, kissing her palm. She laughed and said, "Come with me, Don."

Don stood and moved around his chair, following the white haired woman toward the large red tent. He stole one more glance over his shoulder and saw that Tascha had been pulled to the foot of the altar; her legs were wrapped around the column of deep shadow that stood over her there, her hands were on her breasts and her head lolled to the side with eyes tightly closed. Don imagined that the guardian of the portal was fucking her vigorously with his steely cock.

He looked back to the woman leading him, who was looking back at him with an amused smile.

Don said, "I didn't see a portal."

"The portal is somewhat metaphorical. Cassandra called to me and the guardian, the guardian came, then Tascha came in the other sense, which made it possible for me to come to you."

"So he's really not a guardian, but more of a conductor."

She laughed as she drew aside the flap of the tent and pulled him inside. "Yes, that is perhaps a more apt description." 

The tent was lit by a number of candles, and was sumptuously appointed with large, soft carpets and many pillows.

"And you are hardly what I would call a 'crone'," Don smiled, admiring the cool beauty of her face and the lithe sexuality of her form.

"It's a title, not a description," she answered as she untied the silver cord cinching her gown about her narrow waist. "However, if you would prefer a different appearance..."

She changed abruptly into an ancient, toothless hag, straight out of a stereotypical fairy-tale, or Macbeth. She laughed harshly and said, "Perhaps not, though. What about this? Something more befitting the images conjured up in your mind by the rite you witnessed so patiently."

She was now a pale woman in a white nightgown. Thick dark hair fell in a tumult down around her shoulders. Her eyes were dark and glowing with a feral lust. Her full lips parted to show long, sharp canines, and were red with blood -- blood that covered her chin and had splattered all over her generous cleavage. Don immediately recalled his fevered teenage fantasies and felt his cock strain despite the obvious danger of the situation.

"Or maybe you would prefer I took the appearance of someone more familiar," she said with Tascha's mouth. Don watched as Tascha shrugged out of the black shift the Crone was wearing, to reveal the slim body he had lately come to know so well.

Don was both taken aback by these sudden transformations and now completely convinced that there was more to all of the evening's events that clever tricks. He swallowed and managed to say, "No, your original appearance was more than satisfactory."

"Ah, thank you," she smiled, and stood before him as she was before, though now naked. Her breasts were not large, but firm for a woman of her apparent age, and the rest of her body was obviously fit and trim. She reached out to take his hand again and drew him to her. 

As Don's arms slipped around her unusually cool body, her hand took his straining cock in a strong grip. When their lips met and his tongue slipped into her mouth, Don found himself suddenly remembering his first kiss with remarkable clarity. Then he was reliving the moment he lost his virginity (in the basement of his teenage home), the time he had had sex with his girlfriend while another couple were doing it only feet away (in a cheap motel), the time he had slept with a certifiably unhinged woman who was also a completely uninhibited wildcat in bed, the first and second of the threesomes he had enjoyed, and every other memorable sexual moment from his life before the Manor. The memories flooded through his mind in vivid detail, as the Crone kissed him passionately, sucking on his tongue and stroking his cock in her tight grasp. He felt himself being pulled down to the sea of soft pillows as scenes from his time in the Manor played out in his mind. He remembered waking up next to Tascha in that strange bedroom, the wild, unexpected encounter with the Nymphets (including the first time he'd seen Tascha come), the sexual escapades involved in that dodge ball game (including seeing Tascha fucking the Player), the orgiastic ball, the night with the Lady, the first time he and Tascha had sex, watching and participating in Tascha's little gangbang in the second floor corridor, the wild night in the Disco, and the orgy in the steam room, and many other intense erotic memories swept through his mind. Don felt himself entering the Crone's surprisingly hot and wet vagina. The strong grip was no surprise.

Still reliving his wilder sexual memories in exceptionally vivid detail, Don held on to the strong but slender woman beneath him and fucked. He fucked her both as if it was the only thing he could imagine doing and as if his life depended upon it. He felt as if his cock was penetrating deeper into the Crone than was physically possible. Her muscles squeezed and pulled at him with incredible dexterity and strength. The vision of Tascha being taken on top of the stone altar was in his mind when Don began to come.

To say this was the most intense orgasm of Don's life would be a severe understatement. The cum boiled out of his balls and shot out of him into the Crone in a gushing torrent. He shoved into her and continued to pump jet after jet of cum. He felt her arms and legs wrap around him, pulling him tighter to him, even as her pussy squeezed and pulled at his cock. He thought for a moment that it felt that there were more than just two arms and two legs holding him to her. He opened his eyes and saw the Crone looking at him with a cool, happy smile on her lips. Don felt the orgasm slowly subsiding but then that preternaturally skilled pussy pulled him on, and he was squirting still more cum into her. When he could no longer pump any cum, it seemed that her pussy went on sucking it from him. The ecstasy of coming became a frightening overdose of pleasure and then a painful ordeal as what seemed like minutes passed and he was drained of cum.

He groaned wordlessly, and surrendered to the blackness of unconsciousness.

Don had no idea how long he was out before he felt the Crone caressing his face with her cool fingers and kissing his lips lightly. When he opened his eyes, she was smiling down at him.

"You seek the Sage of the Tower," she said. "Go down into the valley and follow the river there to its source, and you will find the Tower."

"Oh, but wha-?" he tried.

"Shh," she smiled, "that is all you need to know. Thank you for your gift, Don."

Don thought he should say "my pleasure" but he wasn't sure if that was true, and in any case he was already falling asleep.



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Lost in Eros
Book II: The Forest

Tascha Saved & Caught

Like Don had done a week earlier, while he was with the Crone, Tascha found herself reliving the erotic adventures she had had since waking up in the Manor. The sounds of the warrior women feasting and carousing nearby only taunted her with the thought that someone might remember her and bring her some food and water. Her deliberate mental game of remembering her time in Eros while she hung tied to the big, wooden X-cross served to distract her from not only her hunger and thirst but also from her frustration and dejection at being in this predicament. These depressing thoughts reminded her of the day ... Was it three days ago already? 

She must have been very close to drowning, her vision darkening and her temples pounding, when the strong slender arms had slipped around her from behind and she was hoisted up to the surface of the river. She had gulped air into her lungs desperately, and allowed herself to be drawn to shore. Too weak from struggling against the current, Tascha was limp and useless as she was hauled up onto the sandy bank. She lay there gasping, until she felt soft feminine hands brushing the wet hair out of her face. When she opened her eyes, she saw a beautiful young woman with big eyes of blue-green and long straight hair of emerald green looking down at her with concern. 

"Thank you for saving me," Tascha finally managed.

The green-haired girl smiled at her with full inviting lips. She touched Tascha's lips with light fingertips. She licked her own as she traced the outline of Tascha's lips. She looked over Tascha's naked, wet body, and Tascha raised her head enough to see that the girl was also naked and, obviously, wet. She seemed to be very thin, but strong, and quite pale.

The girl looked back at Tascha's face and smiled again, and Tascha thought this smile was a bit friendlier now. Well, this is Eros, after all, Tascha thought to herself. It's probably customary to sleep with anyone who saves your life.

As if she could read Tascha's mind, the girl leaned in closer, brushing Tascha's skin with her wet hair, and kissed her mouth tentatively. The girl's lips and tongue were cool and moist, and Tascha found herself returning the gentle kiss happily. After only minutes earlier thinking that she was about to drown, this interlude was a most welcome turn of events. Tascha slipped her arms around her rescuer and held her body against her own. For some time, they lay there on the wet ground, kissing each other languorously. Then, with a smile, the green-haired girl pulled away a little and then moved a bit lower, so she could kiss her way down the curve of Tascha's breast. Tascha shuddered as the girl took her nipple and sucked on it. Tascha parted her legs in anticipation as she felt the girl's hand moving up along the inside of her thigh. 

Suddenly, though, the girl raised her head and looking into the nearby tree line with obvious alarm. In another second, Tascha heard the sound of someone coming toward them through the undergrowth. 

"It's OK, that's just my friends looking for me," Tascha smiled at the girl, who immediately shook her head and pulled away from Tascha's embrace. Tascha took the moment to look around a bit more carefully and realized that she was quite a bit downriver from where she had fallen in and, moreover, on the wrong side. It couldn't possibly be Don and the others making all that noise in the woods.

Tascha looked warily at the woods, and then back to the girl who had saved her life. She was alarmed to see the green-haired waif diving back into the water. 

"Wait!" Tascha called as she scrambled to her feet.

"Oh, damn!" said a masculine voice behind her. "She got away!"

"Of course she did," said another. "The way you two go crashing about, it's impossible to sneak up on anything!"

"At least we've got a consolation prize this time," said a third.

Being called a consolation prize almost wiped the shocked expression off Tascha's face. Out of the forest had emerged three figures, about five and a half feet tall, with long, dark, curly hair and beards, and bare, muscular torsos and arms. They also had short, curled horns growing out of their foreheads and the hindquarters of goats. Naturally, they also had very prominent and generous male genitalia. Of course, after meeting Ralph the centaur she should not have been so surprised to be confronted by bona fide satyrs. In fact, Ralph hadn't even been the strangest thing she'd encountered since leaving the Manor; there was the demonic guardian of the portal to name just one thing. One thing that had fucked my brains out! she thought to herself. Still, in spite of herself, Tascha was shocked by the sight of these half-man, half-goats.

"She does look like she'll give us some sport," said one of the satyrs with an obvious leer. 

"How about it, toots," grinned the third one who'd spoken, "you up for some fun and games?"

"Um, actually, I was just going to find my friends," Tascha said taking a step toward the forest away from the three satyrs.

"We can be your friends," suggested the satyr who had spoken first. He took a step closer to her on his hoofed feet and gave his already hard and thick cock a squeeze. "We're very friendly."

"Oh, well, I'm sure, but I should really be going."

"What's the hurry?" said satyr number two, without taking his eyes off her naked body.

"Come on, honey," said number three, "we'll show you a real good time."

Tascha was simultaneously revolted by the smarmy attitudes, alarmed that it seemed clear they had no intention of taking "no" for an answer, and annoyed with herself for being a bit aroused by the thought of having a "real good time" with three goat-men. Goddamn that fucking XYZ! 

"Tell you what," said number two, doing his apparent best to sound good-natured, "we'll give you a head start, and if we catch you we'll have some fun."

Thinking it was a good idea to take advantage of a chance to put some distance between herself and them, Tascha nodded and said, "Fine." Without waiting for them to say anything else, she sprang for the trees and made for the nearest hillside up away from the river.

Tree branches lashed at her bare skin, and she wished she had fallen into the river with her sandals on, but she didn't slow down. She clambered up a hill, vaulted over a large rock and then half-ran, half-fell down the other side, only to start up the next one. Ducking under a thick branch, she turned to the left and started running along the ridge of a line of hills that seemed to parallel the course of the river. She was trying to close some of the distance between the satyrs and where she had fallen into the river. She was vaguely aware that there were now sounds of pursuit echoing in the forest. Tascha slowed just a little to catch her breath, but that only allowed her to realize that the satyrs were getting alarmingly close. She even caught sight of one moving through the trees off to her left, cutting her off from the river.

Plunging ahead again with renewed determination, Tascha clambered up the side of the next hill almost on all fours. At the top of the steep slope, she saw a sunlit clearing in the distance. With the vague hope that she might be able to get someone's attention on the other side of the river, Tascha set her sights on reaching that clearing. She might have made it too, if she hadn't tripped on an ill-placed root. Tascha went sprawling in the thick forest carpet of leaves right in front of an enormous tree trunk that had fallen years ago and was now covered with a deep layer of green moss. She heard someone coming up the hill close behind her, and frantically scrambled to her feet. Tascha hurried to get hold of the mossy tree trunk and raised her foot to get purchase on it so she could vault over, but then felt a strong, hairy arm slipping around her waist to pull her back down.

"Gotcha!" the satyr laughed, as he pulled her behind against his front, at the same time pushing her chest and face forward against the soft moss in front of her. Tascha struggled, trying to twist out of his grasp, but he was too strong and she was too winded. She felt the head of his cock between her legs and rubbing up against her outer lips. He pushed her against the moss with one hand, holding her in place, while using the other to get his sex organ in the right position. Tascha gritted her teeth as he pushed himself into her. It wasn't an enormous cock, but it was hard and thick, and she had to admit at that moment, with the XYZ and the adrenaline of the chase coursing through her veins, it felt good to be filled. 

Tascha clutched the mossy trunk, and closed her eyes, as the satyr held on to her hips roughly and began to fuck in and out of her from behind, shoving violently. In addition to the sensation of the penis sliding in and out of her all too eager pussy, Tascha was keenly aware of the thick mat of fur brushing against her legs and butt as he took her and the fact that her tits were being pressed into the yielding moss with the solid resistance of the tree behind it. 

She knew that she was, basically, being raped by a half-man, half-goat creature, but she also knew she was enjoying it. The question of whether she should actually consider this rape would occupy her mind quite a bit in the days afterward, and particularly while she was strapped to the X-cross. On the one hand, she had actually said "Fine" to the satyr's proposal that "if we catch you we'll have some fun", but, on the other, at the time of that agreement she had been convinced they were going to have their way with her in any case. However, she knew that rape in the normal world she called home was not really a crime of sex but of violence. Someone who raped another wasn't really trying to have sex with them, but to hurt them. Somehow, Tascha did not get the sense that these satyrs wanted to hurt her in the least; they seemed to just want to fuck, and given the nature of this world, it might be reasonable for them to presume that she would enjoy a good tumble in the woods. Still, the girl who had pulled her from the river had obviously wanted to avoid getting caught by the randy goat-men. Later she would ponder these issues, but for that moment against the moss-covered tree trunk she just let herself enjoy the rough fucking.

It wasn't too long before the goat-man began to shove into her with even more force, and then his cock swelled and shot his hot satyr cum into her. It felt like there was quite a bit, and it took him some time before he pulled out of her and slapped her butt happily. Tascha slumped against the fallen tree trunk, both relieved and frustrated. She started to push away from the tree, to make an attempt at gaining that clearing ahead somewhere, but another pair of rough hands took hold of her and pushed her back against the moss.

"Not so fast, toots," said satyr number three. Without any other preamble, he shoved his cock into her pussy, squishing his partner's cum out to run down the insides of her thighs. Tascha surprised herself by letting out a happy moan as she was filled again. While the satyr proceeded to fuck her with great enthusiasm, Tascha let go of the moss with her left hand and managed to get it down between the trunk and her body, so she could get her fingers on her clit. She began to stroke herself frantically as the cock pistoned in and out of her almost savagely. In only moments, Tascha found herself gasping and moaning as her orgasm tore through her violated body. She shook and whimpered while the satyr had his way with her until he filled her up with his own flood of cum. He pulled out of her, and she felt more cum running down her legs. Laughing, he said, "Told you we'd have fun."

Tascha wasn't surprised to hear satyr number one say, "My turn!" 

This time, though, she managed to roll around and get her back against the mossy tree trunk. She actually found herself smiling at the hairy goat-man as he stepped up in front of her. Tascha put her hands on his broad shoulders and let him lift her up a bit. Soon, she had her thighs supported on his furry haunches as he pushed his eager cock up inside her. She looked at his grinning, bearded face with its little horns, and even laughed a little as he lowered his mouth to her tits to suck and bite on her nipples. She rocked against him as he fucked in and out of her, letting his hairy torso rub against her clit. Leaning back against the curve of the trunk behind her, Tascha let herself enjoy getting fucked there in the woods by an actual satyr. She smiled when she felt his cock swell inside her to spew a third torrent of cum into her pussy, only to spill in a slow river out of her as soon as he withdrew. 

She noticed that the other two satyrs were still standing there, watching, with still very hard cocks standing in front of them. Perhaps they would have let her go in that moment, but Tascha had her mind on other things. She laughed and said, "Well, hello boys; are you just going to stand there? I thought you promised me a good time."

This prompted laughter from all three of them, and they hastened forward. In the next moment, Tascha was surrounded by all three of the satyrs as they pawed her with their eager hands and kissed and nibbled at her wherever they could reach. Fingers pinched her nipples and pushed up inside her soggy cunt. One enterprising individual got his finger nice and slippery and pushed it up inside her ass. This reminded Tascha of that wonderful time she'd had in the steam room with Don and Peter, only a few days earlier, and gave her an idea. 

"OK, well, before we go any further, don't you think you should introduce yourselves?" Tascha laughed. Any further? They've each fucked me and they've got their fingers in my pussy and ass!

"Oh, I'm Scratch," said satyr number two.

"I'm Roscoe," said number one.

"And, I'm Bob," said three.

"I'm Tascha," she said. "Now that we've got that out of the way. Why don't you lie down on your back here, Bob?"

Bob was only too happy to comply, and Tascha promptly straddled him, and took his stiff cock in her hand, pushing the head of it into her pussy, which was quite ready for more action. She sank down on Bob's shaft, leaning forward by placing both hands on his broad hairy chest. Tascha slid up and down on him a couple of times, just because it felt good. Then, she looked over her shoulder and said, "Scratch, can you get back there and fuck me in the ass?"

"I sure can!" Scratch said with a grin. There was some scrambling around, and an interesting moment when Scratch pushed his finger up inside her wet pussy with Bob's cock (Oh my! That's interesting! I'll have to try to remember that.). After her own juices and a liberal amount of satyr cum was worked into her butt and smeared over his organ, Scratch slowly pushed himself into her butt. 

"Oh fuck that feels good!" she exclaimed. "Yes, push it in me!" An unexpected orgasm hit her then, and she held still there as her pussy and ass clenched on the two cocks inside her. Moaning and trembling, Tascha rode it out with a smile on her face. 

When she had started to come down, she looked down at Bob and over her shoulder at Scratch and said, "Well, what are you waiting for boys, fuck me!"

The two satyrs began to do as they were told, working their thick, hard cocks in and out of her. Whether they had practiced this trick before or it was an innate satyr skill, they quickly got into a perfect rhythm, pumping and grinding against her body as if the three of them were one ideal sex machine. Tascha made sure she was giving as good as she was getting, working her pelvis in time with the way the satyrs were pushing and pulling inside her. When she felt comfortable and knew she could keep up, she looked around and beckoned Roscoe over.

The third satyr moved over on his cloven hooves to stand in front of Tascha. She reached up with her left hand and took his cock in her hand and pulled it to her mouth, tasting his cum and her own juices on him. Once she had the fat head in her mouth, she stroked the shaft in her fist. Bob reached up to cup her breasts in his hands and to help hold her up. Letting Bob and Scratch do most of the fucking work, Tascha relaxed to enjoy those sensations and concentrated her active attention on Roscoe's cock. She pulled him closer so that she could get her mouth working up and down on him, pushing the head deeper in her mouth so she could feel his thick shaft moving over her lips and her tongue. 

I wish Don could see me! she thought as she relaxed her throat and sank deeper on to Roscoe's cock. She let go of the base of his shaft and held onto his hips with both hands, both for support and to shove him back if it became necessary, but she was now letting him fuck her mouth and throat. Roscoe was surprisingly careful, holding her head gently in his hands and moving slowly and steadily. 

Meanwhile, Bob lay under her flexing his hairy abdomen to push himself up inside her pussy, and Scratch held on to her hips and fucked in and out of her ass vigorously. Tascha was intent on making the satyrs come before she came again, but her body had other ideas, and soon she was moaning and trembling while an intense orgasm shook her from head to toe. The frantic clenching of her pussy and ass pulled Bob and Scratch past the point of no return, and they filled her up with more of their cum. Roscoe, who had come most recently anyway, held out a bit longer, but the other two were still inside her when Tascha felt him swelling in her mouth and throat and then pumping gout after gout of sweet, hot cum into her stomach, and then filling her mouth. Pulling away from her, he splashed on final stream of pearly jizz across the bridge of her nose and down her cheek. 

Still hard, Bob and Scratch continued to fuck her squishy pussy and ass until she came again and again. Only when she had collapsed between them, did they extract themselves and carry her off to their camp in the forest, where they bathed and fed her. That night, the next day, and the night after were spent in a marathon of satyr fucking that left Tascha exhausted.

Tascha now, bound to the X-cross, strained again at her restraints, wishing she could get at her pussy and clit now. She needed to make herself come.

She remembered how she had awoken the third day, well into afternoon. The satyrs were gone, and she was surrounded by the gathering party from the warrior woman camp. Angry at being abandoned, worn out from the incessant demands of three hard pricks, frustrated at being lost, Tascha had been a bit happy to learn that she was going to be taken to a bunch of women, but that hadn't lasted long. She remembered how they had tied her up underneath a pole carried on the shoulders of two brawny men. The next two days were spent hanging there as she was carried further down river, to the castle where she now stood on frustrating display.



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Lost in Eros

Book II: The Forest

Strange Vegetation

Don slowly woke up from his very deep sleep. He felt a warm, soft feminine body pressed against his own. He didn't have to compare these sensations with those from the first time he'd awoken in the Manor to know that Tascha was in his arms. Somehow he just knew it was her. He smiled to himself, and only then started to remember the night before, with the rite, Tascha's sexual offering to the guardian of the portal, and his own deliriously erotic and ultimately painful encounter with the crone. While he reviewed these events, Don became aware, without looking around or even opening his eyes, that he was on the pillows in the witches' tent, and that quite a few other bodies were slumbering around him.

Tascha shifted her weight a little in his arms, and he kissed the top of her head. She squeezed his arm, and pushed back against him a bit. Smiling, he hugged her, and kissed her tousled hair again. They lay spooned together like this for several moments, before she wriggled around in his arms to face him. They shared a sleepy smile, and then she buried her face in his chest. Don gently ran his hand over her hair, knowing that he was now wide awake, but not wanting to disturb her if she needed more sleep.

After several minutes, though, Tascha looked up at him and asked, "What did you find out last night?"

"Not an awful lot," Don answered quietly. "She said we're looking for 'the Sage of the Tower.' We're supposed to go down into the valley and follow the river there to its source, where we'll find the Tower."

"Hmm," Tascha murmured thoughtfully with a frown and her eyes still closed.

"Are you alright?" Don asked.

"Hm?" She looked at him and saw the concern in his eyes, and said, "Yes, I'm alright. I feel like I got fucked enough for a year, but I'm definitely alright. I didn't know I could have that many orgasms."

"Did the guardian come?"

Tascha paused for a moment, then said, "That was amazing! Very strange, but amazing. It felt like he was coming all through my body. It kind of hurt, but maybe that's just because it was so intense. I think that's when I finally passed out. Then I woke up here with you. Why did you ask about that?"

"Something the crone said," Don shrugged.

"And how was that?"

Don told her all about the encounter with the strange woman.

"So, a weird night all around, eh?" she smiled. 

"Well, I don't know if you noticed, but everyone was else was busy having an orgy while we were distracted."

"I thought something like that was going on, but yeah, I was distracted."

"I have to admit, it was extremely erotic watching you on that altar."

"Oh really?" she smirked mischievously at him. "Maybe next time a dark demon needs sexing up I'll watch you."

Don chuckled and said, "Fair enough."

"You know, now that I'm thinking about it, it seems pretty rude that they had an orgy without us." 

"I thought you said you got fucked enough to last a year," Don said wryly. 

"Well, I was probably exaggerating a little, but it's the principle of the thing, you know? How about you? It sounds like the crone pretty much drained you."

"Yeah," he admitted, "but here -- well, obviously, I'm not exactly out of commission."

"Yes, I had noticed that," Tascha smiled, giving his erection a squeeze and a pull. For the past several minutes she had been idly toying with him while they talked.

Don leaned in and kissed her. Soon, they were slowly making love amongst the sleeping witches and the three girls from the Manor. Though they were quiet, and not at all energetic, several drowsy people noticed what they were up to, and before long wakeful friskiness was spreading through the big tent and a lazy orgy had broken out. 

Only hours later, after the sex had finally run its course, again, did the company get around to washing up and eating. Then, after Cassandra had given them each a large flask of water and a pouch of fruit, both of which could be slung over their shoulders, the five travelers from the Manor finally left the clearing at the top of the hill. Following the path into the valley that Cassandra pointed out, they began to work their way downhill.

Eventually, they came to the foot of the hill, and Amy was the one who said, "Well, there's no river here."

"Well, maybe this is one big valley," Don offered.

"I don't understand," Shelonda admitted.

"Maybe all these hills all gradually descend to a river, and then on the other side they climb back up."

"So, this could take a while, eh?" Amy frowned.

"All the more reason to keep going," Tascha smiled and led the way up the next hill.

As they went, they tried to keep moving in the same general direction. Don insisted that he usually had a very good sense of direction, but pointed out that when all else failed they just needed to keep going for the lowest point, and that ought to work.

It had been about noon when they had left the witches, and, perhaps sated by all the fun of the morning and the night before, it was late in the afternoon before anyone mentioned sex. And then the subject came up in a fairly indirect manner, considering how comfortable they were all with each other. 

They had come into a stand of trees on a gentle slope. The trees were wide spaced, so that there was a nice clearing underneath the green canopy of leaves. The trees were hung with thick green vines of some sort that ran down and through the thick mat of soft leaves that covered the forest floor. The woods seemed particularly hushed and still here, Don thought.

Then Nicole giggled, "That looks like a dildo."

"What?" Amy asked with interest, and then, after Nicole pointed, she said, "Hey, you're right. And there's another one."

Shelonda had stopped and was looking with the other girls at a kind of outgrowth on the sides of one of the vines. Taking a closer look, Don had to admit that they were right; the vines did seem to have what looked like natural dildos of different sizes and slightly different shapes growing out of them at intervals. 

"That's pretty weird," Tascha admitted. She had been in the lead, but had come back to see what all the fuss was about.

"Still, I'd prefer the real thing," Amy grinned. Pulling her tank top up over her head, exposing her full breasts, she sauntered over to Don and said, "What do you say, Professor? Can you help a girl out?"

Don chuckled but looked to Tascha. He knew they were trying to make time toward the river, and didn't want to slow things down if the others weren't ready for a break. However, Tascha was merely watching with a smile, as Amy dropped to her knees in front of Don and reached up under his kilt for his organ, which was already thick in anticipation.

"Sex break!" Nicole shouted, laughing, as she tore off her own top and then grabbed for Shelonda. Don watched as the two dark-skinned girls fell into the leaves while they stripped each other's clothes off. 

In front of him, Amy had pushed his kilt up and was already working her warm, wet mouth up and down on his shaft, which was responding by quickly hardening for her. Don dropped his staff, water flask and pouch on the ground and pulled his t-shirt off, and then undid his kilt, letting both items fall on the leaves. Now naked, he concentrated on the wonderful sensations of Amy's tongue and lips on his cock. He held her head in his hands as he fucked slowly in and out of her mouth. 

Looking up momentarily, Don saw that Nicole and Shelonda had already gotten themselves into a 69, and that Tascha was standing over them watching, with her left hand up under her skirt and her right clutching at right breast. He looked back down, then, to watch Amy's pretty face as she sucked enthusiastically on him. She looked up at him with unmistakable pleasure glittering in her eyes.

Out of the corner of his eye, Don noticed that Tascha was undressing and had knelt down next to the other two girls, though she was now watching Don and Amy.

Remembering some of the other things Tascha had enjoyed watching, he bent down and said to Amy, "Get on your hands and knees for me."

"Fun!" Amy said with a grin as she let go of his cock and turned around in the leaves. She bent over and presented her behind. Kneeling, Don grinned over at Tascha, and pushed Amy's skirt out of the way. Without any preliminaries, he took the fat head of his cock, wet with Amy's saliva, and pushed it into her very hot and willing pussy. Taking Amy's waist in his hands, he immediately set to fucking in and out of her vigorously.

Amy grunted happily and shoved back against his thrusts. Tascha watched for a few moments with a smile on her face and her hand busy between her legs, but then finally bent down to run her hand over Nicole's back. Soon, she was laying with the other two girls in a happy confusion of legs and arms, pussies and tits, laughing, wet mouths and playful fingers. 

With a happy grin on his face, Don concentrated on giving Amy a proper fucking. He admired the view of her upturned backside and his thick cock-shaft sliding in and out of her, as well as her strong back and her strawberry blonde hair all messed up. He felt her fingers reaching back to play with herself as he fucked her, and it wasn't long before she was gasping out in a long, loud orgasm. 

Don thought he must still be depleted after his night with the crone, and from the single orgasm he'd had earlier with Tascha, because he could tell he was nowhere near ready to come. He leaned over Amy's back, kissed her shoulder, and said, "Why don't we go over and join the others?"

"Good idea, Professor," she breathed.

The other three welcomed them cheerfully, and it wasn't long before Don was looking down into Nicole's face as he slowly but firmly screwed her, while Tascha was in the middle of a little daisy chain -- hungrily going down on Amy, while Shelonda pleasured Tascha with her own lips and tongue. Aside from the rustling of leaves that they were all causing, they were all making enthusiastic sounds of pleasure and carnal joy. As a result, nobody noticed the additional rustling as a number of things moved slowly through the leaves toward and around them. 

Don was holding Nicole's wrists up over her head (which he had learned really turned her on) and felt some of the vines under the leaves brushing against his knuckles. He was also dimly aware that something had gotten wrapped around his ankles, but he paid it no mind. Don was too intent on fucking Nicole's sweet, tight pussy to worry about getting tangled in the undergrowth. Only when he felt something gripping his ankles tightly and pulling did he look around and say, "What the fuck?"

As if on signal, he was hauled back, out of Nicole's delicious embrace, and up into the air, where he dangled, swinging back and forth. At the same time, there were shrieks from the girls. Don twisted around and craned his neck. It seemed that they had all been ensnared by vines and hauled up into the air. Off to his right, Don could see Shelonda who was also hanging upside down. By struggling, he could see that Amy was hanging from her wrists, as was Nicole. Tascha had somehow been caught by both wrists and one ankle. 

"Is everyone OK?" Don asked. A chorus of alarmed voices assured him that they were. He couldn't see what the others were doing, but he and Shelonda both tried to bend themselves up to get at the vines wrapped around their ankles. This was easier for the younger, lighter and more flexible Shelonda; Don made an abortive effort at loosening the vines before falling back down. He watched as Shelonda struggled to no avail. As she worked, new vines came down from the branches overhead and wrapped around her wrists. In another moment, she was hoisted upward, so that her head was again above her feet, though she was now spread-eagled, face down, high over the ground. 

At a loss for any other options, Don bent his knees in turn, so that he began to swing a bit from side to side. Once he started moving, he bent to the side to add momentum. The branches overhead creaked as Don and the vines that bound him moved through the leaves. He was dimly aware that other vines were descending toward himself and his friends, but he concentrated on increasing his arc of motion. Unfortunately, a thick strong vine caught him around the waist and brought him to an abrupt halt. Then, he was pulled upward, so that he was in a more or less upright position. The blood ran out of his head and he felt suddenly dizzy, but as soon as he could Don began to struggle against the vines that held him. He couldn't budge the vine that was wrapped around his midsection, though. 

Looking around at his companions, Don saw that more vines were moving along their naked limbs. He noted that the vegetative dildos they had noticed earlier seemed to be leading the way. In alarmed fascination, he watched as a thick green phallus pushed itself between Tascha's legs and into her vagina. Though she struggled against the invasion, the bizarre penis was soon up inside her, and then it began to move in and out of her slowly. At the same time, it was apparently expanding and contracting, pulsing visibly as it fucked her. 

Don saw that similar dildo-tipped vines were now violating Amy and Nicole. Looking to his side, Don could see that Shelonda not only had a vine penetrating her pussy, but that a thinner stalk seemed to have worked its way into her butt. It wasn't long before all the women had stopped struggling against their bounds but were moaning and whimpering in pleasure at what the vines were doing to them. Only Don was so far unmolested by the strange plants, but he couldn't do anything against the strong fibrous tendril wrapped around him. 

He watched and listened in a weird mixture of horror and excitement as the women began to come under the ministrations of the vines. Helpless to do anything else, Don saw Tascha twisting and trembling as the vine inside her pulsed and moved inside her until she was crying out in orgasmic delirium. Nicole came hard too, followed by Amy. When Shelonda finally climaxed she let out a scream that echoed in the forest, and Don could see that tears ran down her cheeks.

The vines did not stop, though, but continued to fuck the women steadily. Before long, Don was witness to another round of loud orgasms. After that, the next set came quicker, and Shelonda wasn't the only one crying. After what seemed to be six or more orgasms, without the vines giving any sign of stopping, all the women were raggedly gasping for mercy. Don pounded on the thick vine that held him in impotent fury. Then, Tascha cried out incoherently. Don could see that the dildo-protuberance inside her was now at its thickest - about four times as thick as it had been when it had entered her. There seemed to be some sort of spasm in the plant's fibers, and then Tascha shouted out. Don watched as a thick, syrupy substance leaked out of Tascha and down her legs. There seemed to be a great deal of the viscous substance, and it kept spilling out of Tascha until it was spilling down onto the leaves below. 

The other women were now experiencing the same thing, as one by one the viney pricks came up inside them copiously. Gallons of the sappy jizz were shot into his companions and spilled on the forest floor.

Don watched as the odd green cocks slowly withdrew from his companions. Each of the women hung from their restraining vines limply, wrung out from their exertions. Slowly, almost gently, the entire party was lowered to the ground, which was now sticky with vine-cum. As soon as he was released, Don sprang over to Tascha.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

"No," she breathed. "I'm definitely not OK. Let's get the hell out of here!"

All of the women had trouble walking, but only Nicole needed to be carried. With the tiny young woman in his arms, Don led the others downhill away from the clearing under the trees. They didn't stop until they found a stream, where the women proceeded to wash each other diligently. Even the usually adventurous and cheerful Amy said that she had not had a good time.

Sitting on a rock by the side of the stream, Tascha said, "Being forced to come like that, so many times..."

"Not fun," Amy scowled.

"And that felt like a fire hose inside me," Nicole said, "when it came."

Don was acutely aware of the fact that he had neither suffered nor helped, so he kept his mouth shut. He wanted to talk about how weird it was that such a plant would even exist, but could tell that no one else was in any mood to discuss botany at the moment.

"We'll have to be careful where we take our breaks from now on," Shelonda observed.

"You can say that again," Tascha agreed, glaring at the trees around them.



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Lost in Eros
Book II: The Forest

Author's Note: I've decided to post two chapters together, mostly because they're fairly short ones. I'll be doing this again with chapters 8 and 9. If you're enjoying these stories please don't hesitate to rate them highly or to leave comments.

Midnight Interlude

Tascha sagged against the X-shaped cross, sleeping fitfully and uncomfortably. She was apparently forgotten by her captors, who had obviously feasted and fucked themselves to unconsciousness. Worn out by her struggles, and having given up on the possibility of freeing herself, Tascha had resigned herself to trying to get as much rest as she could in her current situation. Still, all she was able to get were little cat-naps, frustratingly brief. She would be in the middle of a pleasant dream – and any dream that didn't have her tied up in this old ruin of a castle was a pleasant dream – when she would wake up, painfully reminded of the discomfort in her limbs and particularly her shoulders. 

In one of these waking moments, she thought there was someone there with her in the dark. A motion or a soft footfall betrayed someone nearby. 

"Hello?" Tascha tried. Her voice came out as a dry croak. She tried to clear her throat, but that only made her cough.

Quiet little slaps, the sound of bare feet on the stone floor, hurried away in the dark. Cursing silently to herself, Tascha scowled at the shadows around her. She was sure she could hear someone, somewhere in the castle, moaning in sexual pleasure. Tascha was acutely aware of how terribly horny she was, in spite of her predicament. Since coming to Eros, but before being captured by the warrior women, Tascha hadn't gone more than a few hours without sex. The XYZ made sure she and everyone else was perpetually in the mood. Now, though, denied release, Tascha's libido was on a slow boil. She wondered if...

The bare feet, or another pair, were coming back! Tascha could make out a small figure moving from shadow to shadow approaching her. In the pale moonlight that came through the few windows in the hall, she could see that a naked petite, brunette girl was carrying a bucket over to the cross.

"Shhh," the girl hissed when she stopped in front of Tascha. She put the bucket down, and then raised a ladle up, tipping delicious cool water into Tascha's mouth. 

Tascha drank it down eagerly, and then all of the second ladle-full. She whispered, "Thank you!"

"I brought some food, too," the girl said. Bending over to undo a small bundle she had brought and laid on the ground, she then brought an apple up and held it so Tascha could take a bite of it. While Tascha chewed, she said, "They say you were with the goats."

"Goats? You mean the satyrs?"

"I guess so," the girl said, giving Tascha another bite of apple. "The ones with horns, goat legs and big dicks."

Tascha chuckled a little, swallowed and said, "Yeah, those are the ones."

"They say all they think about is fucking women," the girl said as she continued to feed Tascha.

"Yeah," Tascha said around the mouthful of apple, "that's about it."

"Can you tell me about them?"

"I don't suppose you could untie me first?" Tascha suggested.

"Oh, no, I couldn't!" the girl gasped. "The sisters would beat me terribly!"

"The 'sisters'?"

"You know the women who tied you up," the girl explained. "They call themselves the Sisterhood."

Calling the warrior women who ran this castle sisters made them sound like Catholic nuns, and that thought made Tascha chuckle.

"I'm only supposed to clean you up, but I brought food and water," she reminded Tascha. 

"Fine," Tascha nodded. "Keep feeding me that apple and I'll tell you what you want to know."

Over the course of that hand-fed supper of what became two apples, Tascha told the girl about her first encounter with the satyrs, and how they chased her, caught her and had their way with her. As the girl pressed her for details, Tascha obliged, and admitted that she had made the most of what was at best a bad situation and at worst rape. Tascha had to admit to herself that, as rough as her treatment by the satyrs was, it was much better than the incident with the trees had been, and that she had found herself having fun, up to a point. The girl, though, wasn't interested in hearing about Tascha's emotional reactions or any ethical considerations. Instead she wanted details about how the satyrs had fucked her, particularly about the times when Tascha had serviced more than one of them at a time.

"The first night, there was a lot of that," Tascha admitted. On being pressed, she said, "Yes, in my pussy, my ass and my mouth." Then, "Well, I didn't do much of it before, but I was getting used to it." And, "Usually on my hands and knees, or sitting on one of them."

"It sounds like a lot of fun!" the girl enthused. She had finished feeding Tascha, had given her another ladleful of water, and was now getting the cloth she had carried the apples in wet in the bucket.

"Oh, it wasn't that bad, I guess," Tascha said, as the girl stood on tip-toes to wipe down her bound right arm. The rough, wet cloth felt very good on Tascha's skin. After pausing a moment, Tascha went on, saying, "They never wanted to hurt me really, just fuck me, whether or not I wanted to. I made it better on myself by wanting to, at least once they caught me and for the first few hours."

The girl rinsed the cloth and began to wash Tascha's left arm. "I would love to be fucked for hours!"

"Well, after that it started to get old," Tascha admitted. She was enjoying the caress of the cloth, and was more than a little turned on by the horny little brunette. "They let me sleep finally. They were kind of sweet about it, for them anyway. The next morning, though, after breakfast, it was more fucking. They just kept at it all day long, with only short breaks."

"All at the same time?" the girl asked as she moved the cloth over Tascha's forehead and cheeks. She stood very close as she wiped down Tascha's neck.

"Um, not so much," Tascha said. "By then it was mostly one after the other. It was exhausting, and started to get monotonous."

"Monotonous?" The girl was lingering over Tascha's breasts. 

"Uh, boring," Tascha shuddered as the rough cloth moved over her erect and straining nipples.

"We don't get to fuck cocks," the girl said as she moved her washcloth down over Tascha's abdomen. She was breathing on Tascha's skin. "The men are just for the sisters. We serving girls have each other and the sisters when they want us. I can't imagine being bored with fucking."

As the girl rinsed and rung out the cloth, Tascha said, "Well, let me put it this way, the satyrs weren't exactly good lovers. They were good fucks, sure – amazing stamina and energy! But they weren't ever trying to make sure I was having a good time. Sex is so much better when you're with someone who is interested in your pleasure as much as his or her own."

The girl was on her knees now, moving the washcloth over Tascha's legs. She said, "I guess I understand that."

"Besides, cocks can be a lot of fun, but after a while, I like to have a woman's touch, if you know what I mean."

"Like this?" the girl asked as she ran her fingertips up along the inside of Tascha's thigh and then very lightly over her pussy lips.

Tascha shivered, and said, "God yes!"

"Shhh!" the girl hissed. "I'm only supposed to clean you up. If we wake someone up, we'll both be in trouble." Then she leaned in and kissed Tascha's exposed pussy. "Tell me what happened then."

"Oh, uh, well, they kept me busy, fucking me that day. I was in no shape to try to escape, and I never got a chance anyway. Yes, that feels so good! Don't stop!"

The girl stopped licking Tascha's pussy and clit, looked up at her with a face shiny with Tascha's nectar, and said, with a playful grin, "Keep telling me the story then."

"Yes, OK." Knowing what the girl wanted to hear, Tascha said, "We all fell asleep for a while, and then, I woke up when I felt one of them fingering me... Yes, like that, only not so nicely." Tascha wished she could hold the girl's head in place, keep her mouth on her, but all she could do to that end was to keep telling her story. "Even though we'd been fucking all day, my pussy was wet, and I wanted to fuck some more. I got up on my knees and he pushed his cock in me and started to fuck me. We weren't trying to be quiet so we were grunting there, and that woke up the other two. They started to play with my tits, which felt very good. Then the one who was fucking me, pulled me up and back, so I was lying back against his chest. God, that feels so good, don't stop! Uh, then one of the others got in front of me... He took his cock and pushed it into my pussy... right in my pussy with the other cock... It felt amazing! They fucked me like that – me between the two hairy goat-men, two cocks inside my pussy... I came so hard... Oh, god! Oh god! Yes, yes!"

Tascha clenched her teeth to keep from shouting out. She pulled against her restraints and the cross creaked as she tensed every muscle in her body. Then the orgasm exploded through her body. She twisted and writhed against the wooden frame, as the little girl's tongue and lips pulled her on and on into a flood of fiery release. The girl kept at it, and Tascha came again and again, until she collapsed against the cross, spent.

After a few moments, Tascha felt the washcloth wiping up the insides of her thighs, cleaning up her own juices. When she was done, the girl stood up in front of Tascha and asked, "What happened then?"

Tascha sighed, "The rest of the night was more of the same, fucking and more fucking. We finally all fell asleep. When I woke up, they were gone. I have no idea what happened, but they were gone. The next thing I knew, before I could even get up off the ground, I was surrounded by the sisters and men who brought me here."

"Why don't you do what they ask?" the girl asked.

"Well, partly because they didn't ask," Tascha smiled.

"You said the satyrs didn't ask."

"Yes, but they weren't mean."

"I think I understand," the girl nodded. 

"I'm Tascha, by the way."

"I'm Nina."

"Thank you, Nina. For everything."

"You're welcome," Nina smiled. "I hope they untie you soon."

"Me too!"

Nina then took her bucket, washcloth, ladle and two apple cores, and disappeared into the shadows. Tascha tried to get some more sleep.

Atop the Cliffs

The whole group was quiet and not at all cheerful when they resumed their hike toward what they hoped was the river at the bottom of the valley. The women were all pained from their experience with the sex-vines, and very far from thinking the forest through which they were moving was a nice place for a stroll and the occasional frolic. Don had not been violated in the same manner, but he was acutely aware of their physical and emotional discomfort. Moreover, though he had truly been unable to help in any way, his impotence during the attack (he could think of no better word for it) left him in a dark mood. When he had convinced Tascha that he was up to leaving the Manor in search of a way home, he had only considered the danger to himself, and then, when the subject came up, to Shelonda and Amy, who were only coming along out of friendly helpfulness and a lust for kicks, respectively. He had not taken seriously the extent to which this course of action might put Tascha herself in danger. 

Of course, Tascha was her own person, and she was determined to find a way home. Nothing Don could do or say would deter her from that course of action. Neither would he try to do so. He had no right to forbid her anything of the sort. That wasn't what was bothering him. What worried him was the very thought that something bad might happen to her here, and that he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Sure, everyday life was full of random risks and dangers, but somehow you forgot about the possibility that someone you loved might get hit by a drunk driver while walking home from the store. Here, in this strange little adventure, it was now impossible for Don to put the dangers out of his mind. He didn't know if he could handle it if something actually terrible happened to Tascha. He had loved her for years, and even more so now. 

These thoughts and the mood of the women, kept Don in a subdued, remarkably un-horny mood. When they bedded down for the night – after making sure the area was free of dildo-shaped vegetation of any kind – they set a watch, and nobody started any mischief. It was the first night since arriving in the Manor that Don went to sleep without having sex just beforehand. It helped a bit that he took the first watch, and didn't have to try to fall asleep with still wakeful beautiful women lying next to him.

Only after noon on the next day did a spirit of friskiness return. Naturally enough, it was Amy who got things going, spanking Shelonda hard on the ass and then fleeing just long enough to make the other girl exert herself. By the time the others caught up to them, they were making out on the grassy hillside. Nicole joined in the fun, while Don and Tascha looked on, both amused and aroused. That night, things were back to normal, if a bit less boisterous than usual. Don fell asleep with Tascha's head on his chest, while Shelonda took the first watch.

The next day, they found themselves descending a steady, rocky slope to a sudden drop. They came to a halt at the top of a cliff face at least 20 meters high, at the bottom of which was a fast flowing, broad river. 

"Think that's the river we're looking for?" Nicole asked.

"Hard to say," Don shrugged.

"Well, we can't climb down that," Tascha said.

Amy suggested, "We could jump."

"That's crazy," Tascha responded a bit sharply.

"We'd just hit the water," Amy pointed out.

"Yeah, but you could hurt yourself hitting the water, and we don't have any idea how deep the river is," Tascha explained with a genuine smile, apparently regretting her crankiness of a moment ago. "You could break every bone in your pretty body."

"Why would we want to get down there anyway?" Shelonda asked.

"Exactly," Don nodded. "We need to either go that way, up-river, to find the source, or the other way, to see if this river joins up with another, bigger river. Either way, we don't need to risk breaking our necks climbing or jumping."

"Well, which way should we go, then?" Nicole asked.

"I think we should go downriver a ways and see if we come to another river, or someone who can give us some more information," Don said. Nobody had any objection to this plan. Neither did they object when he said, "But first let's take a break."

In another few minutes they were all naked and Amy was sitting on a big moss covered rock, while Tascha knelt between her legs, licking and sucking at Amy's clit and pussy. Shelonda and Nicole clambered up on the rock on either side of Amy and were taking turns kissing her, each other or Amy's tits. Don stood back for a moment, hard cock in hand, admiring the scene. In front of him, was Tascha's upturned butt and ready pussy, ready for him if he wanted either or both of them. Above that were Tascha's thin, muscular back, Amy's strong legs and abs, and then a confusion of wonderful breasts and sexy, beautiful faces. Don could join in anywhere and be happily welcome. All around them were rocky outcroppings, trees and green underbrush – a beautiful natural garden of sorts – almost Eden-like. Off to the side, only a dozen meters away was the cliff edge. In the other direction, back the way they had come, the hillside was broken at intervals into sloping shelves. On an outcropping upstream and away from the river, so doubly uphill, but with a clear view of the spot where the women were already having so much fun, were two figures wearing black robes with hoods covering their heads. Don saw them first out of the corner of his eye, and then confirmed their presence without looking at them directly. 

Thinking quickly, Don reached down to caress Tascha's ass. He ran his hand down between her cheeks and trailed his fingers over her dewy outer lips. He bent down over her back as he pushed two fingers gently up inside Tascha's very wet pussy. He whispered to her, "Don't stop what you're doing. There are a couple of Watchers watching us. I'm going to take Shelonda and try to sneak up on them. Keep up the show."

"Mm-hm!" Tascha managed and nodded a little.

Don stood up and moved around to Shelonda, who was on the side of the rock furthest from the Watchers. Trying not to be conspicuous, he leaned over and kissed one of the girl's beautiful breasts, catching her nipple in his mouth. While he suckled at her luscious tit, Don parted her legs and pulled her a bit toward him. Happy to cooperate, Shelonda scooted forward a bit, allowing Don access to her pussy. Though he could easily fuck her this way, he wanted to move her further from the group, so that's what he did, coaxing her away from Amy and Nicole. Soon, Don and Shelonda were fucking against the side of the rock, away from the Watchers. 

Shelonda had her arms around Don's neck and her beautiful, full breasts against his chest as he screwed her vigorously. While he did this, he also whispered to her what he had in mind. When the two of them dropped to the ground next to the rock, they thought it must seem to the Watchers that they were merely continuing their fucking, but unfortunately out of sight. 

Don was pleasantly surprised that Shelonda immediately dropped out of horny sex kitten mode and stealthily followed his lead. Don had left his staff, along with his other things, on the wrong side of the rock, near where Tascha was still going down on Amy, but Shelonda was able to pick hers up off the ground near where they had dropped out of sight. Don lead the way, first toward the river, and then up hill, staying screened behind shrubbery as they moved quickly and quietly, hunched over.

When Don was sure they were well out of the view of Watchers, Don risked a dash across an open area and a quick clamber up a steep rise to put them behind and above the position where he had seen the Watchers. He slowed down and crept forward, hoping to catch the black-robed voyeurs unawares. They could hear the sound of Amy coming loudly, as well as some sound from Nicole. Don suspected Tascha had found a way to encourage them to ham it up a bit.

Unfortunately, though, when he peered around the trunk of tree to the place where the Watchers had been, they were nowhere to be seen. 

"Damn!" Don hissed. He looked around carefully through the trees and undergrowth, but couldn't see any sign of the black robes. 

"Do you think they heard or saw us?" Shelonda asked as they stood up and walked out to the little clearing where the Watchers had been standing.

"They must have," Don shrugged frowning. "I thought we did a good job, though."

"I smell shampoo," Shelonda said.

"Huh, yeah, so do I," Don nodded, "and that looks like a shoe print there in the dirt."

Just then, though, a loud shout made Don and Shelonda look toward the rock where they'd left their friends. Apparently, while Don and Shelonda had been sneaking up on the Watchers, a bunch of men had been sneaking up on Tascha, Nicole and Amy. One of the men had come up behind Tascha, caught her from around the waist and pulled her up and away from between Amy's legs. Tascha, who was the one who had given the initial shout, was kicking and struggling in the grasp of the man who held her, while a second man tried to close in on her from the front. Yet another man had already managed to get between Amy's legs and was shoving them roughly apart. Another man was rudely pulling Nicole from off the rock, where she had been kneeling over Amy's face. Two other men were on the rock, either helping with Nicole, or trying to hold Amy down – it wasn't clear from where Don and Shelonda were. All of these observations were made in the second it took for Don to spring into action, jumping down from the rocky shelf, and running down toward the women and the men. Shelonda followed close on his heels.




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While he pelted down the slope, Don noticed that all of the men had long, unkempt hair and seemed to be quite dirty in general. They seem to have brought crude clubs with them, but most of them had dropped them to the ground when they had jumped on the women. The one trying to get close to Tascha seemed to be wielding some kind of a knife, which made him a priority. Unless there were more men in hiding, there were only six of them. This meant that, while they outnumbered the women they had seen by the rock two-to-one, they had brought too few guys to actually pull off this gang rape or abduction. 

Shelonda, who was on that side of Don anyway, made for the guys on and next to the rock, leaving Don with Amy's would be rapist and the two after Tascha. Intent on enjoying the fruit of their surprise attack, the men didn't notice as Shelonda and Don closed in on them. The guy between Amy's legs glanced to the side just in time to see the flat of Don's hand coming in fast and hard. Don had never hit someone with full, multiple-board-breaking force before, but he wasn't surprised to see the man's head snapping around with savage force. As the man slumped to the side, Don realized that he might have killed him, but was frankly past caring.

In the moment that he took to scoop up the staff he had left on the grass earlier, Don saw that Shelonda was effectively delivering a beating to the men who had been closest to her on the rock. Nicole was now able to more effectively fight back against the one guy who continued to wrestle with her. Now that Amy was free, she would be able to join in the fight. With one-to-one odds and Shelonda and her staff involved in the fight by and on the rock, Don was confident he could focus his attention on Tascha and her two attackers.

In her struggle to free herself and to keep the second man from getting close to her, Tascha had forced the group of three back until they were perilously close to the cliff top. She had her right hand up over her shoulder with a tight grip on a handful of hair of the man behind her. With her left arm she was alternately elbowing that man in the ribs, and fending off his right arm – the one that wasn't locked around her waist. Any time the guy in front of her with the knife got too close, she would kick out violently with her bare feet. Don knew she was in grave danger of getting badly cut, if she didn't back herself off the cliff first.

Don was directly behind the guy with the knife and prepared to bring him down with a single, decisive staff blow. Unfortunately, the man behind Tascha saw Don and yelled, "Behind you, Burt!"

Burt twisted around and managed to avoid the slicing blow that would have split his head open. The staff in Don's hands spun around and came down again at whip-crack speed, and again Burt was able to just barely get out of the way. This time, though, Don brought the end of the staff sharply to the side, hitting Burt hard in the cheek and mouth. Don was satisfied to note blood running down Burt's cheek and chin. Pressing the advantage, Don snapped the other end of the staff around to smack into Burt's gut, which caused Burt to exhale sharply and nearly double over. 

Don was close enough to get hold of Burt's knife arm, and was about to finish the guy off, when, at that very moment, he saw that Tascha had managed to twist herself free of her attacker's clasp. Unfortunately, doing so cost her balance at the lip of the cliff. Her arms flailed a bit, she managed to call, "Don!" and then she fell.

Don would have followed her over without any hesitation, if Burt hadn't chosen that instant to bring his knee up into Don's groin. As Don gritted his teeth against the explosion of pain, he saw Burt's knife arcing down toward his chest. Everything seemed to be moving in a kind of slow motion; adrenaline and years of martial arts training served to ramp up Don's perception and reaction time. Ignoring the pain in his crotch, Don let go of his staff, caught hold of Burt's wrist and, calmly stepping out of the way, he let Burt's arm continue down and then pulled it around, slipping his own arm under Burt's bicep and behind his back. One good jerk upward, accompanied by a particularly nasty, wet pop, served to dislocate Burt's arm at the shoulder. Don was vaguely aware that Burt was crying out in pain, but he was already focused on the fact that Burt's friend, who had managed to avoid falling over the edge of the cliff, was charging at him.

There was a flurry of motion as Don twisted to the side and Burt's friend crashed past him, only to fall to his knees. The hilt of Burt's knife was sticking out of the left side of the man's ribcage, blood welling up around it. Don ignored the critically wounded man, and took a second to check on the others. One of the men was lying sprawled against the big rock, probably unconscious, and the other two were running away as fast as they could. Nicole had turned to look in Don's direction and saw one collapsed man, another with a knife sticking out of his chest, and the third sobbing on the ground at Don's feet while clutching at his shoulder. 

"My god, Don!" she managed.

As if he agreed with Nicole's surprise, Burt cried out, "We were only trying to have some fun!"

"With a knife?" Don scowled, and then added, "I don't have time for this." He kicked out hard and fast with his heel, snapping Burt's head to the side with stark finality. Without looking down, or back at the girls, Don hurried over to the cliff edge and looked down, searching for any sign of Tascha.

He heard the others come up and join him. They all agreed they couldn't see Tascha, either clinging to the cliff face anywhere or in the river. 

Don scowled, his mind strangely calm and clear. "Get your things and Tascha's, quickly. We have to find a way down there fast."

In another minute, the four of them were hurrying along the cliff top, moving downriver, looking for a way down.



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Lost in Eros
Book II: The Forest

The Easy Way

It was late in the morning when a pair of serving girls and four sisters came into the hall of castle where Tascha hung from the big X. 

"Get her down from there," one of the sisters commanded. The two girls hurried to comply. Tascha was pretty sure the small brunette was Nina, but the little girl avoided making any eye contact with her. They undid her ankles first, and Tascha breathed a ragged sigh of relief as she supported her weight on the ground for the first time in almost 24 hours. Pushing up, she relieved some of the strain on her shoulders. While the two girls worked to untie Tascha's wrists, the warriors moved a bit closer and seemed tensed in case Tascha should make an escape attempt. She realized how ridiculous their concern was when her right wrist was released and her arm fell to her side, a numb, useless appendage. Tascha cried out as her shoulder complained against suddenly moving after so long in the same position. When the other wrist was freed, Tascha's whole body followed the downward motion of her arm, collapsing in a pile on the stone floor.

"Get her some food and water," the same woman ordered, and then walked away, leaving the other three guards to watch over Tascha and the serving girls. 

One of the girls ran off, while the one who was almost certainly Nina caressed Tascha's forehead with a moist cloth. Tascha groaned a bit as she worked to move her arms. Already, her hands were alive with a million pinpricks as the circulation returned to its normal levels. Probably-Nina began to gently massage Tascha's shoulders and upper arms. Then the other girl, a somewhat plain blonde girl with pendulous breasts and wide hips, returned with a flagon of water and three apples. The flagon was tipped up so Tascha could down several mouthfuls, and then the first apple was held for her, much as Nina done during the night. 

Tascha felt the rejuvenating effects of the water and fruit almost immediately. She fed herself the second apple, and drank down the rest of the flagon's contents. Her body seemed to have suffered no real damage from being tied to that damn cross. Though she could use a good night's sleep on a horizontal surface, Tascha felt reinvigorated. Naturally, given the XYZ, this meant that her sex drive was again kicking into gear. However, her feistiness was, if anything, only encouraged by the treatment she'd received by the warrior women.

When the blonde offered her the third apple, Tascha smiled at her and said, "No thanks. You have it. I appreciate the help, both of you."

The blonde smiled and nodded her head, and Tascha was sure she felt the briefest kiss on her shoulder from almost certainly Nina. 

The girls gathered up the apple cores, the empty flagon and the wet cloth, and hurried away. As if on cue, a half dozen of the so-called sisters came into the hall. Leading the way was the haughty Daphne, today wearing a shear red robe that hung from her strong shoulders, and parted down the front to show her cleavage, bare abs and the flowing swatch of gold-yellow fabric that hung from a belt around her waist to cover her privates. Tascha thought she looked like an adolescent boy's fantasy, something ripped off the cover of a Conan paperback or something. Too bad she's such a bitch, Tascha thought.

Behind and to Daphne's right was also the blonde Viking woman, Brigit. Like the other warriors, Brigit was wearing the patched-together armor Tascha had seen the day before.

The party of women surrounded Tascha. One of them, a big brunette with brown hair cut short, said, "Well, she smells better today." Tascha thought she recognized this woman's voice as that of Wanda, who liked a good butt fucking, but not from a "goat".

"Yes, but has her attitude improved?" Daphne wondered. She looked down at Tascha, who was still crouching on the stone floor, with a raised eyebrow and a cold-disinterested expression. "Well, pup, are you going to behave yourself and do as you're told?"

Tascha looked around at the armed and armored women, momentarily wondering which one was most likely to hit her if she got out of line. Tascha had been expecting something like this sort of question, and had actually not decided on which response she'd actually give. Finally, she went with, "That depends; are you going to tell me to go on my merry way?"

Tascha expected to be hit, but wasn't. Perhaps it was the fact that Daphne actually smiled that kept the others from punishing her. Still, that particular smile was not one Tascha liked seeing. Daphne's smile was the sort that went along with a villain saying, "I was hoping you'd say that."

Daphne shook her head and said, "Have no doubt about it, pup, you're not going anywhere. Your pale ass belongs to us now. You'll do whatever we tell you to and you'll do it with a smile on your face and a song in your heart. If I tell you to lick out Wanda's ass, you'll get in there and bury your face between her cheeks and say 'Yum!'"

"Why is everyone talking about my ass lately?" Wanda asked, confirming Tascha's guess about her identity.

Daphne ignored Wanda, though, and continued addressing Tascha, saying, "The only question is whether you're going to play along like a good little pet, or make us go to all the trouble of breaking you. Playing along is the smart thing, and certainly easiest for all of us. Plus, I'm sure Wanda's ass could use the cleaning. Don't get me wrong, breaking you will be fun too – for us. And be quite confident that we will break you; we've got all the time in the world. Honestly, just between you and me, I hope you're going to keep resisting."

Tascha didn't even pause to consider her options, but said, "You know, Daphne, I'd really rather lick Wanda's ass than keep listening to you talk."

This time she was smacked, and hard, by someone on her right. Catching herself as she slumped to the left, Tascha heard Wanda saying, "Wait, does that mean she's going to behave?"

By way of reply, Daphne ordered, "Give her to the men."

Abruptly Tascha was hauled up to her feet, by sisters on either side of her with firm grasps on her upper arms. They compelled her off to the side of the hall, where they led her down a short corridor that in turn led to a small, open courtyard. There was a big section of the courtyard's floor that was missing, and a number of chairs were arranged around this big hole. Daphne led the way, circling around the hole and taking a seat on what looked like the most comfortable chair. Tascha was led to the edge of the hole. Looking down, she saw a big chamber, the center of which, directly underneath her, was taken up by what looked like a very large mattress, covered with a dark red sheet.

Brigit came up next to the sister who held Tascha's right arm, and said, "Our men have an easy life, really. They do our manual labor, of course, but there isn't much of that. Now and then we use them as playthings, but not very often. For one thing, they're men, and for another, dangling the possibility of sex in front of them, without giving it to them, serves to keep them well-behaved. So, they're pretty much always in a state of frustration, and they never ever get to just have their way with a woman." Brigit paused and smiled at Tascha, with what seemed to be actual friendly amusement. "Have fun."

Then Tascha was shoved forward out into space.

Fortunately, the mattress was soft enough to absorb her fall without hurting her. Still, she was left sprawling ungracefully on the red fabric, while above her the women laughed and clapped. Tascha noticed first that the sheet beneath her was not unpleasantly rough, and then that the mattress was thick enough keep her from feeling the hard ground underneath. These were good things, if she correctly understood what was in store for her.

Looking around, she saw that three sides of the room, which only extended a small distance from the edges of the mattress, had only bars for walls. The room was, in effect, a large cage, or cell. There was one gate, manned by two particularly brawny sisters. On the other side of the bars was a crowd of naked men, all trying to get a good look at Tascha. The fourth wall was solid, and covered by an ancient mirror, pockmarked and cracked. Tascha could see herself in the surface, though not exactly clearly. Looking up, Tascha saw that Daphne and all her friends were gathered around watching. 

Daphne raised her hand, which seemed to command a measure of silence from the crowd. When everyone was quiet, she called down into the cell, saying, "Let's start her off with five."

This caused both a round of applause from above and some commotion below, on the other side of the bars, as the men jostled for position.

Tascha thought that, as Daphne had indirectly suggested, there were two ways to go with this, the easy way and the hard way. The hard way included putting up a fight. Tascha couldn't see any up-side to that approach. In fact, she thought this was what Daphne expected from her, and it would amuse the bitch no end to see Tascha gang raped for the entertainment of the Sisterhood. On the other hand, the easy way would certainly thwart Daphne's intentions – though it might only piss her off all the more. In addition, it had now been days since Tascha had been with the satyrs, and she had had only one orgasm in that time. 

The five men were now coming into the room with her. They were all naked and in good shape. Two of them were particularly muscular, and two were particularly cute. Their cocks were all semi-hard already, energized by the XYZ in their systems and the prospect of sex with her. Tascha noticed that none of them were graced with the kind of monster pricks she'd had with the Player or Igor, though the biggest guy, a dark-skinned Adonis with a shaved head, had one that was about the size of the Lord's, if his current state was a good indicator. 

Yes, Tascha thought to herself, the easy way has much to be said for it.

None of the men rushed ahead to get at her, and these good manners put them ahead of the sisters in Tascha's esteem. Smiling at them, Tascha decided to throw herself into things and get as much fun out of the situation as she could. She started to crawl toward them across the mattress, which prompted hoots and cheering from the audience overhead, and encouraged the men to join her on the mattress, walking on the mattress toward her. When she was surrounded by them, she sat back on her haunches and smiled up at them. They cheerfully smiled back, and one of them, a cute guy with light blue eyes, dark hair and a thin physique, reached out to gently run his hand over her hair. Tascha reached up and brushed her hands over several of the cocks swaying around her. 

Before waking up in Eros, Tascha had never been with more than one man at a time. Since then, on her first night, she had had a man in both her pussy and mouth at the same time; the next day she had satisfied five men in a little gangbang orchestrated by Don, with the assistance of Shelonda; there had been her marathon in the disco, and the orgy in the steam room, when she had taken Don in her pussy and Peter in her ass, as well as comparatively light play during the masquerade, when she'd been fucking and sucking simultaneously; and, of course, there had been her time with the satyrs. She remembered how much she had come to love fucking here, and had discovered her love of XYZ saturated cum. She recalled the delirious and delicious frenzy that she had surrendered herself to in the disco, and felt her body responding in anticipation as she leaned forward to brush her cheek against one of the five cocks at her disposal. 

She began to stroke the two cocks which were currently in her hands and bent down a little to kiss one of the two cocks in front of her, which were now standing out a bit, offering themselves to her. She kissed the other one, then, and licked it. She moved to the other, licked it too, and then took its purple head into her mouth. Tascha slowly sucked on it, as if it were a hard candy, feeling it swell between her lips. The cocks in her hands were stiffening quickly, and the man behind her, who must be the one with the big dick, continued to stroke her hair and shoulders. The other men followed that one's lead and began to touch her. Strong, rough, but gentle hands caressed her face and neck, and moved over her arms and touched her breasts.

Tascha released the one cock from her mouth and caught the other she'd kissed in her mouth. She bobbed her head on it a little, looking up at the two men directly in front of her to make sure they were watching her. Seeing that they were paying attention, Tascha pushed herself forward, and let this cock slide over her tongue and down into her throat. She held it there for a long moment, breathing through her nose. Then, she pulled back, only to turn and give the same treatment to the other cock.

She was dimly aware that the women above were shouting encouragement, but Tascha's attention was on the cocks in front of her and in her hands, and the hands that were exploring her upper body, particularly the ones that were now pinching her nipples. This last made her moan around the cock in her mouth.

Tascha pulled off this cock, then, and turned to her left, pulling the cock she'd been stroking with that hand to her mouth. While she was sucking that now very stiff prick, the man behind her knelt down and reached around to run his big hand over her belly, as his other hand continued to tease her tit. The man behind her kissed her shoulder and his fingers delved down between her thighs, brushing against her clit and touching her wet lips. The all too brief and tantalizing caress sparked another moan.

One of the men in front of her knelt down then and leaned in to kiss and suck at her free breast. Tascha took this as a cue to turn her head to the right and give the cock in that hand the treatment three of the others had enjoyed. She found herself sucking with growing enthusiasm. The sensations of those thick, hard cocks sliding in and out of her mouth were enough to get her riled up all by themselves. The thought of having five of them to herself was an additional thrill. The man behind her then managed to part her pussy lips with his large fingers and to push a digit partway up her. Tascha responded by rocking against him, rubbing herself against his hand and trying to get that finger to penetrate deeper. She would have leaned forward, so that the man behind her could fuck her from behind, but there was a man in front of her, sucking on her nipple, blocking her way.

Instead, she tried leaning back a little, to make it easier for the man's finger to get into her. Soon, she was lying back against this big man, feeling his cock pressed against her lower back. His was the only cock in the bunch that wasn't fully hard yet, but it was already long and thick. Now he was able to fuck his finger in and out Tascha's pussy freely, rubbing his hand against her clit all the while. Meanwhile, the other guys had gotten on their knees around her. Two men now had their mouths on her tits, while two of them made sure that she always had a cock in her face. Laughing, she took hold of both of these cocks, brought their heads together and sucked them both into her mouth. She'd seen this done in porn films, but had never done anything like it before. She stuffed both cocks into her mouth as far as she could, which wasn't far, and then released them, but held them so that she could play with both heads with her tongue. 

One of the guys in front of her, the one who had been first to drop to his hands and knees, was kissing down her belly, and coaxed the hand away from her pussy. Tascha whimpered as the finger left her, but then moaned in appreciation as she felt that large finger replaced by two slightly smaller ones and a warm tongue lapping at her clit. She went back to sucking one cock at a time, deepthroating one and then the other, until her first orgasm hit her hard. She moaned and trembled as she sucked hard on the guy lucky enough to be there at that moment. Tascha didn't wait to stop shaking before she went back to enthusiastically sucking. The guys were ready to change things around, though.

The man who had licked her so well backed away, and the big guy behind her lifted her up off him and scooted out from behind her. Tascha fell backward, letting her legs splay out, one managing to slip between one guy's legs and the other caught by one of the gentlemen whose cock she'd just been sucking.

For a moment, she saw the sisters around the big opening in the ceiling. They seemed to be watching the action closely. For some reason, the idea that she was putting on a show for those women added a lot to how turned on Tascha was. She tried to spot Daphne – she wanted to make sure the dark-haired bitch could see that she was having fun – but the men and their cocks crowded out her view. 

Four of the guys were kneeling around her upper body, including the still relatively limp dong of the guy who'd been so patiently behind her until now. She smiled up at all the guys, but focused on that one big cock, reaching up to run her hands over it and to pull it down to her lips. She could feel someone parting her legs and then lifting her hips up off the mattress, but Tascha concentrated on kissing and licking the head of the cock in her hands. She felt a hard head being pushed into her pussy and pulled the other into her mouth at the same time. She wrapped her legs around the waist of the man inside her, pulling him into her until she felt him filling her and then fucking her. As the cock in her mouth grew harder, she had to turn her head to the side so the big man could keep it between her lips. The other three guys continued to move their hands over her body, concentrating mostly on her tits, which were being caressed and pinched almost constantly. The cock in her pussy was fucking her steadily, and her pussy was milking it with each thrust. Letting the man with the big cock hold her head in place and gently fuck in and out of her mouth, Tascha moved her hands over the other available men, grasping for their hard organs and stroking and pulling at them whenever she found them.

Tascha was loving all this attention, and was sure she would come again soon, but also thought there must be more efficient ways to do things. For one thing, she wasn't giving this deliciously thick cock the attention she wanted. She pulled her head back, and, once her mouth was clear, said, "Let me up for a second."

As soon as the guy fucking her pulled out, Tascha rolled over and got up on her hands and knees. Looking back over her shoulder at her erstwhile fucker, she said, "Carry on, but you boys need to take turns."

This made the guys all laugh. They cheerfully gathered around her again, hands all over her back, butt and tits, as that cock was pushed back into her waiting pussy. Tascha smiled at the guy with the big cock and said, "Now, bring that back over here."

The big man grinned down at her and pushed his hard cock down so she could get the head of it into her mouth. She took hold of the thick shaft with one hand began to work the fat, purple head in and out of her mouth. It was soon slick with her spit and sliding in and out of her throat with surprising ease. He held on to her head again, and she let go of him so that she could find another pair of cocks to stroke. 

Behind her, her narrow waist was held tightly as a thick cock slid in and out of her grasping, wet pussy. She could feel the man's balls slapping against her clit as she felt his body pressing against her butt. With each thrust into her, Tascha was pushed onto the thick cock in her mouth and throat. She found herself grunting and moaning with animal abandon. 




Lost in Eros 2: The Forest 07



Abruptly, the cock was pulled out of her pussy and there was motion on the mattress. Then, without any preliminaries a second cock was pushed into her. Apparently the guy who did not have his cock in Tascha's mouth or one of her hands was now fucking her. She pushed back onto him to welcome him. It didn't take long for him to begin fucking her with enthusiasm, and she was again moaning around the thick organ in her mouth. Then, again abruptly, that cock was pulled out of her, and one of the cocks in her hands was withdrawn, only to be pushed a moment later deep into her pussy. 

Tascha wished Don was here to see her fucking one guy after another in quick succession. She managed to glance to the side and saw her reflection in the mirrored wall. She was on her hands and knees, surrounded by men who were fucking her, while she deepthroated a hung stud. Don would love this! 

Then there was another sudden change of cocks fucking her pussy. She felt a hand slipping up along her belly until the questing fingers found her clit, just beneath someone's thick cock fucking her pussy. Strung between two male shafts, with her tits being squeezed and someone playing with her clit, Tascha came again, groaning loudly. The big guy in front of her pulled his cock out of her mouth, so she could catch her breath. 

Tascha looked up at him and the others with a happy grin, "Thanks, boys. Let's try something else."

She had the big stud lay down on his back, and she quickly straddled him. She took hold of his hard cock, and pushed the fat head of it up into her pussy. "Mmm, nice!" she smiled down at him. Then she slowly lowered herself so that the thick shaft filled her completely. She paused a moment to adjust to the girth – it was the biggest cock she'd had inside her since the Manor – and then began to fuck up and down on it. Soon she was rocking on that big prick, enjoying the feeling of it moving inside her as well as the hard body she was grinding down against. 

The other guys clustered around her, their cocks in her face. She spent a few minutes moving from cock to cock, sucking on them each. Then, she concentrated on one, bobbing her head up and down on it vigorously and taking it down her throat. Pulling off it, then, she said to its owner, "Now get behind me and fuck my ass."

Tascha was already sucking another cock by the time she felt the head of a cock pushing against her butt. She relaxed and exhaled as her ass was penetrated. After her time with the satyr's she was pretty comfortable with this, even though the cock in her pussy was much larger than that of any of the satyrs. Tascha let herself revel in the feeling of having her mouth, pussy and ass well-filled by cock. In another moment, she was being fucked hard in the ass, as she tried to keep her mouth and hands busy on the three cocks in front of her. She had the middle cock deep in her throat, and the other two cocks in her tight grasp when she felt the unmistakable thrusting into her from behind that indicated her ass was about to be filled with cum. She moaned encouragement and kept sucking and stroking. The cock in her butt swelled and Tascha felt the warmth of hot jizz shooting up inside her. 

As the guy behind her pulled out of her, she pulled back off the cock in her throat, looked up and said, "Your turn. Get back there and fill me up."

As that man hurried to comply, the other two guys closed ranks and she pulled both of their cocks to her mouth. She had both of their heads in her mouth as her ass accepted its second guest of the day. The guy fucking her ass had been ready to blow when he was down Tascha's throat, and now that her tight, strong ass was squeezing him in its hot grasp, he was only able to thrust a dozen deep and hard times before he exploded up inside her. 

One of the guys in front of Tascha didn't wait to be told what to do, but hurried behind her to replace the man who now pulled out of her ass. This one hadn't been so close to coming, though, so he was able to give her a sound fucking. Shoving back onto him and the big cock underneath her, Tascha pulled the man in front of her closer and sucked his cock intently. She wanted to taste some delicious cum, and she meant to make this cock give it to her. One fist wrapped around the base of its shaft, she let him fuck in and out of her mouth and throat with abandon. All three cocks in her were plundering her body for every ounce of pleasure, and she was getting as good as she was giving. A series of rising orgasms blossomed at her clit and swept through her body, making her pussy and ass clasp hungrily at the cocks in them. Before she was finished coming, the cock in her ass erupted with what felt like a torrent of hot cum. That guy kept fucking her though, and was still hard inside her when the cock in her mouth swelled and a flood of cum filled her mouth. Tascha swallowed again and again, until there was no more to be had.

Slowly, gently, the cocks were withdrawn from her ass and mouth. Of the five men, only the guy beneath her hadn't come. Tascha felt a playful sense of accomplishment at this, and was about to ask the patient man how he wanted her, when there was squeaking sound as the cell gate was opened again. The four men who had come slipped out and another four came in.

"Oh my," Tascha said, noting that at least one of these newcomers was as well hung as the man in her pussy.

Seeing what was going on, the man underneath her suggested, "Turn around and sit on my cock, so you can fuck it while sucking them."

She laughed, and said, "Good idea."

She pulled herself up off him and turned around, squatting over his cock, which he held up for her. She sank down on it with a satisfied smile, and beckoned the new four guys over. As she began to take turns sucking and stroking these new cocks, the man underneath her lifted her by her waist and lifted and lowered her, while fucking up into her. The up and down motion helped her stroke and suck the cocks around her. Oblivious to everything but the good, steady fucking her pussy was getting, the strong hands on her waist, and the cocks in her mouth and hands, Tascha gave herself over to being the instrument of sexual pleasure for these strangers. Before she knew it, the cock in her left hand was spraying a thick stream of white cum over her forehead and down her cheek. Laughing, she tried to get her mouth on that cock before more escaped, but just as she did, the cock in her right hand erupted, shooting cum all over her neck and tits. Tascha sucked the remaining cum out of those two cocks before releasing them and turning her attention to the remaining two cocks, including the other really big one. For now, she concentrated on the smaller of the two, sucking on it enthusiastically while stroking the larger with her hands. When the cock in her mouth spewed its delicious load down her throat, Tascha knew that she was ready for something more, and thought that she should try to give the guy beneath her something of a treat.

She looked over her shoulder to explain what she had in mind, but then noticed that the cell gate was being opened again. Three new men were being admitted as the three who had just come left.

"How many men are there?" Tascha asked.

"Twenty six," the man smiled.

This exchange, which had been heard above, set off a raucous round of laughter among the spectators.

Tascha laughed and said, "OK, well, I'll worry about that later. For now, I want to try to take you up my butt. Be gentle!"

He lifted her up, and she reached down to catch his cock and then pushed it back so she could feel the big head of it pressed against her asshole. Her butt was still slippery with cum, and his cock was very slick with her juice, but he would be the biggest thing she'd ever had up her ass. Tascha thought, If I pull this off and live, I'm going back to the Manor and having the Player and Igor double-team me! Slowly he lowered her and she opened herself up, until the fat head was up inside her. "Goddamn that's big! Fuck, it feels good!" she exclaimed, realizing that she was making a spectacle for the audience above her. Then, she added, "You ought to try this Wanda."

This made the spectators erupt in raucous laughter, which then became applause.

Tascha took hold of the forearms of the man underneath her and pulled herself down further. She felt simultaneously that she was tearing herself apart and that she was having the most intense sexual moment of her life. She wasn't done, though. Once she was sure she had that big cock firmly up inside her, she leaned back and beckoned to the man with the other big prick who had been watching all of this with great interest. He knelt down in front of Tascha, and pushed his cock down until the head was brushing against her clit and pussy lips. "Put it in me," Tascha said. "Fuck my pussy with that big cock."

With a big grin on his face, this guy slowly pushed his cock into Tascha's waiting and very wet pussy. He wasn't even all the way in before Tascha began to come. Trembling all over and gasping, she managed to shout, "More! Give me more! Fill me with your cock!"

The man beneath her held her in place, while the man over her pushed all the way in and then began to fuck slowly and steadily in and out of her. Tascha found herself coming over and over again as these two big cocks moved inside her. She wrapped her legs around the waist of the man in front of her and urged him to fuck her harder. Soon he was fucking that big cock into her vigorously, and Tascha was gasping and grunting in time with the thrusts. 

Slowly she became aware that the three new men were standing around watching the action and stroking their very hard cocks. Letting the man beneath her hold her in place, she reached out and caught one of the cocks and pulled it and the attached man closer. He bent his knees and Tascha leaned a bit to the side, so she could get her mouth on this new cock. The other guys came closer and one of them took hold of Tascha's free hand and placed it on his cock. She immediately began to pull and twist on it. The third man, directly over her, reached down to caress her hair and throat. Tascha responded to this by taking her mouth off the one cock and dropping her head back. She caught the balls of the man in front of her in her mouth and sucked on them, while continuing to stroke the cocks of the men on either side. The man whose balls she was sucking pulled back then and pushed his cock down so it could slide into her mouth. Tascha relaxed her throat and let him push into her. Soon he was fucking in and out of her mouth and throat steadily. Tascha lay back and let the cocks fucking her have their way with her; the only really active thing she was doing was stroking the two cocks on either side.

Surprisingly, it was the guy in her right hand who came first, shooting a stream of cum over her upturned and sweaty breast. Tascha could only feel the cum splatter over her tits and then running down her hand. Then, the man fucking her throat was pushing more insistently, and the shaft filling Tascha's mouth swelled as a thick flood of cum washed down her throat. She tried to swallow without choking, and was mostly successful. Before the guy on Tascha's left could take his place at Tascha's mouth, the guy fucking his big cock in and out of Tascha's pussy shoved extra hard into her and shot a big load of cum into her, which spilled out of her as he drew that thick shaft out of her. Without waiting to be told or invited, the guy who had been on Tascha's left hurried to get between her legs. She smiled down at him as he shoved himself into her, squishing more cum out of her. It took him only a few good thrusts before he added his own seed to Tascha's pussy. 

Another three guys were waiting their turn, but Tascha held up her cum-covered hand. She said to the guy beneath her, "Let's roll over, so you can really fuck me."

This maneuver was carried off with surprising ease; the big man's strength and Tascha's small size no doubt helped. Now Tascha was on her hands and knees again, as the original big cock of the day fucked in and out of her ass with enthusiastic abandon. Tascha just shoved back on that wonderfully large cock and ignored everything else for the moment. There were guys all around her, pawing her and stroking their cocks, and one guy managed to worm his way underneath her, kissing and sucking at her nipples as she fucked. All she was thinking about was fucking that cock and taking his cum in her ass. After all his patience, it didn't take long for this steady, hard fucking to bring him off. Tascha smiled happily to herself as he pumped what felt like a gallon of cum into her bowels. 

As he pulled out of her, she looked back at him and asked, "What's your name?"

"Victor," he smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Victor," she grinned. I'll have to find a way to bring him along when I get out of here. Then she was being pulled down on the hard cock of the man who had been underneath her. She rode this guy happily, taking the cock that was offered to her mouth as well. Then she felt someone behind her, and she turned to say, "Put it in my pussy, too."

The new guy laughed a little and nodded. He pushed the head of his cock down as the guy underneath Tascha pulled out. They put their heads together and slowly pushed into her.

"Mm, yeah," Tascha smiled and pushed back on them. "That's good. Fuck me together like that." She found herself wishing there were some way to get a cock into her ass, too, but contented herself with going back to sucking on the cock in front of her. She was amazed and delighted by how much her body could take, and how much pleasure it could give her. Her experiences in Eros had awakened the daring sexual explorer inside her. It didn't take long for the intense double-fucking she was getting to make her come yet again. Later, after this set of guys had all come and gone, and Tascha had completely lost count of how many men had come in and on her, she had another interesting idea.

She was now again, lying back on a man who had his cock up inside her ass, and had taken five guys in her pussy, and a sixth was now pushing himself into her. She put a hand on this sixth man's chest and said, "Try to get into my ass too."

"Ambitious," the man smiled. He pushed himself the rest of the way into her pussy, getting himself well coated with pussy juice and cum, and then pulled out. Working with the guy beneath her, he slowly pushed into her tight butt with his companion. 

"Oh my god!" Tascha shouted. "Too much, too much! No, don't stop! Fuck me. Fuck my ass! I'm such a slut!"

With two cocks sliding in and out of ass, Tascha came in a spectacular, screaming display. She gasped and shook, clawing at the back of the man on top of her. They fucked her to two more orgasms, and then the man on top of her pulled out of her ass and moved around to push his cock into her eager mouth. She gave him a sloppy, enthusiastic blowjob until he pulled out and came messily all over her face and throat. Tascha laughed and pushed the cum into her mouth. Then the guy behind her rolled her over so that she was lying on her belly and he was fucking her ass hard and fast. When he finally came inside her, Tascha stayed in that position, letting the remaining half dozen guys, who might have been repeats for all she could tell, fuck her pussy or ass as they wanted. She was done coming, and was happy to just give herself up to these men who had given her so much pleasure.

When it was finally done, Tascha rolled over and looked up at the sisters. She finally saw Daphne watching her with a frown. Tascha smiled sleepily up at her and blew her a kiss.



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Lost in Eros
Book II: The Forest

Tracking Tascha

Don scrambled down the last gravelly decline and looked frantically about for any sign of Tascha. Now that he had finally managed to come down from the area that had been separated from the river by a steep cliff-face, Don found himself in a lightly forested, grassy hill country, through which the river ran rapidly. On the other side of the river, beyond a small, and empty, grass clearing, were more hills and a thicker forest. He, Nicole, Amy and Shelonda had followed the edge of the cliff, careful to keep an eye on the river below in case Tascha had managed to catch on to some outcropping or root. They had seen several cataracts – not too big, but large enough that anyone going over them would be plunged violently underwater. The last of those little waterfalls was only a dozen meters upriver from where Don stood now, making quite a bit of noise.

By the time the girls had caught up to him, Don was already moving downriver, hugging the waterside and looking frantically for evidence that Tascha had made it this far. It seemed that the river was gradually widening, and this meant that the current would ease up, so Don thought it was increasingly likely that Tascha would have been able to make it to shore. He thought he would probably find her waiting for them. He needed to remain convinced that he would find her impatient and wet. Still, not finding her at all was better than ... some alternatives.

After about ten minutes of his hurried chase down the river, he noticed that Nicole was trying to get his attention, calling, "Professor!"

Hoping she had spotted Tascha, he spun around, almost colliding with Shelonda, who had been trailing him closely.

"You better come look at this," Nicole said. She was looking out into the river. With a sinking heart, Don ran back to where Nicole and Amy stood.

"What is it?"

"There was something, or someone..." Nicole trailed off, staring intently at the water.

"I saw it too," Amy added.

"There!" Nicole pointed.

Sure enough, there was someone in the water. Moreover, this person seemed to be beckoning to them. Don moved closer, actually taking a few steps into the river. The beckoner disappeared under the water, only to resurface a few meters away from Don. He could now clearly see that it was a beautiful young woman with big eyes and long straight hair of dark, emerald green. 

"Uh, hello," Don tried.

The green-haired young woman rose up out of the water, displaying pale, perfect breasts. She pointed upstream.

"Have you seen our friend?"

The woman repeated her gesture, more emphatically.

"Timmy's in the well?" Nicole smirked. Nobody laughed.

"I suppose she's saying we need to go back," Don said, stepping back on dry land.

"If she were here Tascha would say, 'You suppose?'" Amy said. She had already started heading back upriver.

Once they had backtracked to almost where they had finally reached the riverside, the woman in the water got their attention by splashing water at them. When they were looking, she pointed at a small clearing on the other side of the river, or at the trees beyond the clearing. 

"Tascha went that way?" Don asked.

The woman nodded.

Without any hesitation, Don started into the water.

"Hold on a second, Professor!" Nicole said. When Don turned, impatience written clearly all over his face and posture, she said, "Maybe we should think about this for a minute."

"What? I can swim across that."

"Maybe," Nicole shrugged. "You don't know how fast the current is. But, that's not what I meant. We don't know anything about that woman," she nodded toward the green-haired stranger. "Maybe she's trying to lure you to a watery grave, or something. Maybe she did that to Tascha."

Getting into the spirit of things, Amy said, "And if Tascha got out of the river there, why didn't she stay there so we could find her?"

Don frowned at the girls. He knew they had good points, but he couldn't resist the conviction that Tascha could be in trouble and he had to do whatever he could to find her. Apparently he wasn't alone, because while he paused to consider Nicole and Amy's caution, Shelonda dove into the river and began crossing it, swimming a bit clumsily while holding onto her staff.

The green-haired woman watched Shelonda's progress with a smile, and made no move to interfere. 

"Well, that's that," Don said, and promptly dove in after Shelonda. The current was strong, but not so strong that he couldn't compensate. After a couple of minutes, he was pulling himself out of the water. He smiled at Shelonda and said, "Thank you."

She just grinned back at him and shook the water out of her hair. Don found himself distracted by the way her tank top clung to her fit body and luscious tits. It had been an uncommonly long time since he'd had any release, after all. Shelonda broke his distracted train of thought by bending down to help Amy out of the river. Don turned to give Nicole a hand up onto the grassy bank. Once they were all on dry land, Don looked back ask the green-haired river maiden if she could give them any more information, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Don decided to reassert some direction, before the others started to succumb to the enflamed sex drive that was already making him painfully aware of the wet feminine bodies so near at hand. He said, "OK, well, if Tascha came up here, something must have made her leave. Otherwise, as Amy pointed out, she would be here waiting for us. So, let's look around and see if there's some kind of sign or evidence of ... something."

"There are animal tracks over here," Nicole said after a moment. The others gathered around a patch of dirt where a number of prints were clearly visible.

"Hoof prints," Don nodded. "Deer maybe... No, pigs, or goats maybe."

"Kind of big for goats, don't you think?" Nicole asked.

Don shrugged, "I know they're not horses or deer, but that's about it."

"It looks like someone went this way in a hurry," Shelonda said from further along the edge of the clearing.

"What do you mean?" Amy asked.

"Well, these little branches are broken, and those flowers are trampled, and look here – that's a footprint. It's about the right size for Tascha."

"How did you notice all that?" Amy asked.

Shelonda just shrugged, and kept moving into the woods, following the trail of minor destruction that she assumed had been left by Tascha.

"I say we follow Shelonda's lead," Don said, "but everyone try to remember how to get back here, in case we lose the trail or something."

Unfortunately, they had only gone deep enough into the woods to slightly diminish the sound of the river and that last little waterfall, before Shelonda drew up and shook her head, "I don't know where she went next."

"That's OK," Don said. "Let's think, if she'd been running this way, where would she run next?"

"Maybe that way," Shelonda pointed up the side of the hill in front of them. So, they all climbed up that hillside, moving slowly so Shelonda and the others could look for any sign of Tascha.

At the top of the hill, Amy held up her hand and hissed, "Shh!" 

Everyone held their breath and strained their ears. Finally, Don asked, "What was it?"

"I don't know," Amy shook her head. "I thought I heard something – maybe a sex sound, maybe a Tascha sound. I think it came from off that way somewhere, but I can't be sure."

Don peered in the direction Amy had indicated, which was to the left of the way they'd been heading. He couldn't hear anything, but the river behind them. 

Then Shelonda, who had moved around a large rock jutting out of the side of the top of this hill, said, "Oh, she went this way!"

The others quickly came around to join Shelonda, and they could all see the signs of someone crashing and sliding down far side of the hill. 

"How do you know it was Tascha?" Nicole asked.

"Look," Shelonda pointed to a clear hand print in some wet dirt. If it hadn't been made by Tascha it had been made by a woman with a hand very close in size to her. Without waiting to see if the others agreed with her assessment, Shelonda followed the screed down to the base of the hill and then started up the next. Near the top, she paused, though.

"It was so clear, but now..." Shelonda said as Don came up next to her. "Oh, she turned this way!" and headed to the left.

"That's the direction I said, wasn't it?" Amy asked.

Don only nodded and followed after Shelonda, who seemed to have had some kind of hunting or tracking experience before she was brought to Eros. Combining this with her martial arts skills, Don thought she might have been in the military, though he knew it might just be that she'd had a parent who took her camping a lot and then later she took kung fu classes.

Following along after Shelonda, they made slow but steady progress along a line of hills that seemed to parallel the course of the river. Finally, after what must have been an hour, Shelonda led them up a particularly steep slope, where, Shelonda said, it was obvious that Tascha had climbed up using both her hands and feet. Just past the top of this steep slope, there was a small, leaf-carpeted clearing in front of a very large moss-covered fallen tree trunk.

"Whoa! I smell sex!" Amy announced. 

Don could smell it too – not only the smell he loved so well of Tascha's aroused sex, but also of male cum, and quite a bit of both.

"There's cum all over these leaves," Nicole noticed.

"Someone's been having fun," Amy laughed. 

"It's hard to tell with the leaves," Shelonda said, "but it looks like Tascha tripped on that root there and fell here. Then someone had sex against that tree, and then more sex over there, on those leaves with the cum on them."

"I'm starting to think Tascha doesn't need our help," Amy smiled.

"Why was she running through the woods, then?" Nicole asked. Clearly, after the incidents with the sex-plants and the attack over the river, Nicole had adopted a much more cautious attitude toward Eros. Don thought that attitude was entirely appropriate.

"If it was Tascha having sex here, and I agree that it probably was," Don said, "we should assume that it was against her will. But even if she was having fun, that doesn't mean she doesn't still need our help or that we ought to just abandon her."

Nicole and Amy nodded their agreement, the former a bit more emphatically than the latter. Shelonda was already checking out the brush around the clearing. "They went this way," she announced at last.

As they all fell in behind Shelonda, Don asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she said quietly, "but I think Tascha was being carried, and there are more of those hoof prints."

The path they were following was more or less straight, angling upstream and away from the river. Though Shelonda said the trail was pretty easy to follow – "they were all together and not trying to be sneaky" – it was quickly getting dark, which slowed them down considerably.

"What do you mean 'they were all together'?" Don asked. "How many were there?"

"Three or four, plus Tascha, I think," Shelonda said. "We're going to have to stop soon. I can't follow them in the dark."

"What's that?" Nicole asked, pointing ahead through the trees and deep shadows.

"A light?" Amy suggested.

"Probably a campfire," Shelonda decided. "I can follow that in the dark."

"OK, but we need to be careful. It could be a trap," Don said. "We move slow and quiet, and nobody does anything crazy, alright?"

The women nodded back at him. He was glad they all seemed to be taking this seriously.

Shelonda took the lead, and the others moved behind her. Step by cautious step the fire in the distance grew until they could make out figures near it. Shelonda led them down into and then along a low gulley that kept them from seeing the fire for about five minutes. When she climbed quietly up the far side of the gulley, she stopped when her head was just over the top edge. Don joined her, lying on the ground next to her, looking at the campfire which was now not so distant. While it was easy for Don, Shelonda and the others to see what was going on around the campfire, those in that bright circle of light couldn't possibly see into the darkness of the forest where Don and company now spied upon them. 

"What are those?" Shelonda whispered in honest, open curiosity.

"They look like satyrs," Don whispered back, while simultaneously gaping.

There by the campfire was Tascha. She was on her hands and knees, while what looked to Don like a half-man-half-goat creature was clearly fucking her vigorously from behind. There was another satyr in front of Tascha, and she was stroking its very erect cock. Tascha looked over her shoulder at the satyr behind her and said, "That's it Scratch, keep fucking me!" Then she pulled the one in front of her closer and began to suck its cock. 

"Now that looks like fun!" Amy whispered in Don's ear with a grin.

A third satyr came into view and promptly flopped on its back and scooted under Tascha, reaching up to play with her tits as the swayed over his face while she was being fucked. 

The three women were, like Don, transfixed and turned on watching their lost companion enjoying the rough pleasures of satyr-loving. They watched intently as Tascha pulled herself off the cock behind her only to lower herself down on the one beneath her. The satyr she'd called Scratch wasted almost no time, then in pushing himself into Tascha's ass from behind. During these maneuvers Tascha hadn't taken her mouth off the cock in front of her. Tascha's happy grunts and moans, along with those of the satyrs, carried easily in the night air.

Amy declared quietly, "And that looks like a lot of fun!"

While he was watching all of this, Don was acutely aware of his own, very stiff, cock, and the presence of the women on either side of him. Shelonda was breathing heavily, and Amy was moving her hand up the back of his leg.

"What's it going to be, then, Professor?" Amy asked. "Do we bust in and 'rescue' her, or just join the party?"

"She might not want to be interrupted at the moment," Nicole observed quietly.

"Well, someone better 'interrupt' me soon," Amy breathed. 

"That does look like fun, Don," Shelonda added.

Don had to admit that he had little to no interest in making the women wait much longer for sex. He thought there was a chance that Tascha might get hurt if they startled the satyrs, but he couldn't think of any way of doing that and not also giving them a chance to carry her off in the night. They did seem pretty distracted by fucking Tascha.

By now Shelonda was biting Don's shoulder as she played with herself, her arm between her body and the earth, and Amy's hand was on his ass. Yes, something had to give.

"OK," Don said, "this is what we're going to do." He stopped talking then, because he hadn't heard the "we're going to do" part. He tried, "That's weird!" but didn't hear that either. Then he noticed that he couldn't actually move and that the fire-lit scene in front of him was rapidly fading to black. 

Alarmed, he tried shouting, "Hey!" but not only did he hear nothing but he was pretty sure his mouth hadn't even opened. Then, everything was black, and he thought he must be asleep.

Tascha's Frustration

Tascha was tied up again. This time, though, she was sitting down. She was tied to a wooden frame chair with a low back. Her arms were tied together behind her, bound at the wrists to each other and the chair. Her legs were tied at the ankles (to the legs of the chair) and at the knees (to the posts that supported the ends of the arms of the chair), so that she couldn't close her thighs. Other than that, she was comparatively comfortable, particularly in relation to being tied to that damned X-cross. Beyond that, though, she actually thought her situation was much worse.

Shortly after passing out on the big, red-sheet and cum covered mattress, Tascha had been dragged out of the men's quarters and been washed down, first by several buckets of cold water, and then by a pair of serving girls who must have been chosen for their lack of gentleness. Then, she had been tied down spread-eagled on the stone floor in a room off the main hall where she'd been on display earlier. She was left there overnight and well into the morning. Tascha really hadn't minded that bit, though. Once she'd gotten used to the cold stone against her back, she'd been quite content to sleep. The lack of sleep from the previous two nights, each of which she'd spent tied up in one way or another, as well as the exertions of her hours of sex with the men, had left her in desperate need of unconsciousness. Still, she'd awakened hours before anyone had come to check on her, and the feeling of isolation that swept over her was brutal.

Tascha had never doubted that Don must be trying to find her. She expected him to burst in and rescue her at any moment. Or, at least, she had. It was becoming increasingly difficult for her not to think that something terrible had happened to Don. In her more selfish moments she feared that he might have given up on her and decided to return to the Manor. More often, though, she didn't doubt his devotion to her, but worried that he might have gotten hurt or worse and couldn't get to her. Of course, the most likely scenario, she thought, was that he was looking but simply couldn't find her.

In any case, the solitary confinement was ultimately lifted. She was untied, allowed to eat, and then tied to this chair, which was then hoisted up and carried into a big chamber off the main hall. This room was obviously the feast hall of the castle. Four large, heavy tables dominated the four quadrants of the chamber. There were also quite a few colorful pillows and mattresses here and there. There were, at first, no sisters present – only half a dozen serving girls who were cleaning up, refilling fruit bowls, and doing various other domestic tasks. Tascha and her chair were set on a raised platform at one end of the room, and then left alone for at least an hour.

Then, Daphne came into the room and walked straight up to Tascha. The leader of the Sisterhood was wearing a crude metal breast plate and loin cloth, and was covered in perspiration, as if she had been engaged in vigorous exercise. She had her long, black hair pulled back in a ponytail. With an expression devoid of personal interest or compassion, Daphne checked the bonds around Tascha's wrists and knees. When she was satisfied, she placed her hands on Tascha's bare thighs and leaned forward so that her face was directly in front of and very close to Tascha's own.

"You put on quite a show yesterday, pup," Daphne said with contempt. "That got me wondering if you can take it as well as dish it out. Tonight we're going to put on the show and you have to sit there and watch – just watch."

Tascha realized the beautiful woman might just have discovered her Achilles' heel. Since waking up in Eros, Tascha had been acutely aware of the powerfully aphrodisiac effect seeing other people having sex had upon her. Watching Don with the Nymphets and then spying on people through the window/mirrors in the secret passage, had, in less than an hour, demolished her resistance to sleeping with her friend. Still, she certainly didn't want to let Daphne have the upper hand, so she smiled nonchalantly and said, "Bring it on, bitch."

Daphne chuckled and left her sitting there.

Another hour or so passed, with Tascha sitting there alone with her chair and her thoughts, before the sisters began to come into the hall. They had left their armor and weapons behind, and were wearing much more feminine garb. Brigit was wearing a long blue skirt with slits running way up both sides, and a necklace of flowers that almost looked like a Hawaiian lei. The flowers rested on top of her impressive, full, and very naked breasts. Other women were wearing open robes, loosely belted togas, sarongs, and the like. Daphne came in later, with only the robe she'd worn the day before barely covering her tits; her hair was loose now and fell over her shoulders. No one paid any attention to Tascha, but proceeded to eat, drink and be merry.




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Judging from what she could overhear, most of the conversation going on centered on fighting and physical training. Apparently the women spent a large portion of each day working out and practicing with their weapons. Tascha thought that Don and Shelonda would have their hands full fighting these women. Of course, given the filling nature of the fruit they were eating and the stimulating qualities of the XYZ they were drinking as water and eating with the fruit, it didn't take long before sex was breaking out all around the room.

Tascha watched as, off to her right, a blonde woman carried on joking with her friends across the table while a woman with short brown hair lowered her face to the blonde's breasts and ran her hand up between her thighs. Just a short distance down that table, the big, freckled redhead who had licked Tascha's cheek her first day here was sitting up on the edge of the table with her strong thighs spread as another woman bent down to go down on her pussy. The redhead held the woman's head in place with one hand while pinching and twisting her own nipples with the other.

On Tascha's left, a particularly attractive pair of amazons were making out passionately, naked breasts pressed together, and muscular arms straining as they reached down to play with each other against the hard surface of the bench they straddled. Beyond them, Brigit sat with her back to the table, and a warrior woman on either side of her. Tascha watched intently as the two women kissed and sucked on Brigit's breasts and worked their hands up under her skirt. Then she noticed that Brigit was watching her in turn and smiling mischievously. Tascha felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment and excitement. Her pulse was already racing a bit, and she could feel the wetness and heat of her pussy.

In another fifteen minutes it seemed that there was nowhere she could turn her gaze and avoid seeing these women in some sexual act. Now there were women writhing on the floor around her, locked in 69s or twisting in muscular, feminine daisy chains. The aroma of womanly arousal filled the air. Daphne had known what she was doing, alright, Tascha realized. This was the easily the worst torment she'd undergone – to see all this unbridled and glorious sex on display right in front of her, assaulting her senses, and yet be unable to participate or even to touch herself where she desperately needed to be touched! Tascha tried to tell herself that this was just another test for her, to see how much she could take. She had pushed her own limits as to what she could do with her body to give and receive pleasure, and now she had to see how much frustration she could stand.

Tascha finally caught sight of Daphne, who was coming back into the room, followed by some serving girls, including the petite brunette who Tascha thought must be Nina – the girl who had bathed and fed Tascha and given her a sweet and all too singular orgasm in the middle of the night two nights ago. The servants brought with them a chair similar to the one Tascha was tied to, and set it down in a currently clear part of the floor directly in front of Tascha's but several meters away.

With her cold blue eyes on Tascha's, Daphne sat down in the chair. With one hand, Daphne reached into her robe and cupped her own breast. Tascha watched as the woman licked her own lips and smiled cruelly across the space between them. Then Daphne moved her hand lower, parting her long, firm legs until Tascha could clearly see the pink lips of her pussy. Sure that she had Tascha's attention, Daphne pushed the robe back, exposing her breasts. As much as she hated the woman – particularly in that moment – Tascha could not deny that Daphne was a strikingly beautiful woman. She also knew that she would give anything right now to be untied so she could get her hands on that woman, to kick her, scratch at her, beat her – to get her fingers into that woman's pussy, to kiss and bite that cold smile off her face, to make her cry out as she came on Tascha's mouth.

Tascha ground her teeth together and sat still.

As if she could read Tascha's mind, Daphne made a gesture, and Nina, who had been waiting patiently naked behind the chair, came around and knelt between Daphne's legs. Daphne ran her fingers through Nina's hair almost affectionately, as the girl leaned forward. Tascha could only watch the muscles of Nina's thin back as she brought her mouth to Daphne's pussy. Tascha remembered the feeling of Nina's tongue and lips on her own pussy and clit, and watched as Daphne relaxed in her chair, eyes half closed, but still watching Tascha. One hand still caressed Nina's hair, and the other now cupped her own breast. 

As Daphne's head rolled back a little and the muscles of her arm showed that she was pinching her own nipple hard, Tascha felt a moan that was almost a whimper building up in her own breast. She had never in her life been so enflamed with sexual desire. She knew that a big factor in her frustration was that release was positively denied her. If she thought she would be allowed to come sometime soon, she would bear this restraint more or less cheerfully, almost enjoying the furiously burning excitement in her body. But the fact that there was no satisfaction coming for her was making Tascha wild with frustration.

Still, she struggled to maintain an outward appearance of calm, even when it became apparent that the warrior women, who denied themselves all day and kept themselves in peak physical condition, were going to keep this orgy going for hours.



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Lost in Eros
Book II: The Forest

Seducing the Wizard's Wife

Day One Tascha's day with the satyrs

When Don awoke, he found himself lying on his back upon a large four-poster bed. There was sunlight pouring in from somewhere, and he had a woman on his left with her head on his chest and another curled up on his right. Trying not to disturb the sleeping women, he opened his eyes a bit further and raised his head to have a look around. The woman with her head on his chest was Shelonda, and the one on his right was Amy, who was spooning Nicole. They were all still clothed, and in what seemed to be a large bedroom. Don couldn't help but remember waking up in the Manor next to Tascha what seemed like a very long time ago. That time the room had been dark and mysterious, and rather Spartan. This time, though, the room was brightly lit as two large windows let in a great deal of light. Although there was definitely the rather serious and looming question of how in the world they had been brought here, there was nothing even vaguely sinister about this room. Adding to the benign aspect of the room was, no doubt, the profusion of cut flowers that covered every available horizontal surface.

As Don lowered his head again, Shelonda shifted and then raised her head to look around. When she saw that Don was also awake, she gave him a confused smile. He smiled back as reassuringly as he could and caressed her back. He wasn't terribly surprised to feel her hand moving up along the inside of his thigh. "If danger isn't threatening it must be time for sex" seemed to be the default rule among Eros dwellers.

Don tried to think of a good reason to deny himself and Shelonda. He knew they were someplace strange, the guests of some new set of kidnappers, and that they had very likely completely lost track of Tascha, but all of those things had been true for hours, since they had apparently slept through the night, and if anyone meant them any harm, they surely would have carried through on that desire while they had been unconscious, rather than putting them on a comfortable bed. So, when the beautiful woman pushed his kilt up and began to stroke his cock, Don didn't resist and instead pulled her up so he could kiss her warmly. After all the stress of the last couple of days, with the plants, the watchers, the human attackers, and the chase after Tascha – not to mention seeing her cavorting with actual satyrs - satyrs! - it felt very good indeed to lay back and feel Shelonda's mouth on his, her tongue pushing past his lips, and her warm hand on his quickly thickening cock. 

Moving slowly, so as to not wake Amy and Nicole, Don moved his right arm up so he could get his hand on Shelonda's full breast, squeezing it gently through her tank top. This prompted her to squeeze and pull on his cock more strenuously. Don decided that two could play at that game, and, rolling onto his side a little, moved his right hand from her tit down to her strong left thigh. Slipping up under her skirt, Don's hand slid along her smooth brown skin and around to squeeze her firm ass tightly. Shelonda moaned her approval very quietly. Don kissed her more deeply in a vague attempt to get her to be quieter. 

Don worked his hand around in front of Shelonda. She parted her legs for him, raising her left one and wrapping it around Don's legs. This left Don free to run his fingers over her very moist lips. He teased her a bit before parting those lips with his fingertips and spreading her juices over her inner lips and clit. Soon his fingers were inside her, slipping in and out of Shelonda's pussy, as Don's thumb pressed against and rubbed her clit. Shelonda liked this quite a bit, and showed her approval by rolling back on the bed, pulling Don with her. They continued kissing as he moved naturally into position over her. Her legs spread and her hand pulling him forward, Don slipped into Shelonda's welcoming pussy. As he sank deep into her hot, wet sex, she reached down to clasp his butt in both of her hands, squeezing and pulling him into her. 

Their bodies were pressed tightly together as they fucked and kissed, moving slowly against each other on the bed. It was a passionate, loving and intense encounter there in the strange bedroom. Don had become extremely fond of the beautiful young woman, and he knew she felt the same way. The connection between the two of them was stronger and deeper than the casual sex relationship either or both of them shared with the other two women. Amy was a great sexual athlete, Nicole was a playful little minx, but Shelonda had a seriousness about her that made sex with her more than just sex. If it wasn't a romantic coupling, and it hardly seemed quite like that, it was a bit more than friends-with-benefits.

Don resisted the urge to fuck Shelonda more vigorously, partly because he didn't want to disturb the others, and partly because the way they were screwing was building up its own intensity. Shelonda pulled him into her tightly with her legs and arms, kissing him intently. Then she threw her head back, gasping through clenched teeth. She let go of his ass to clench the sheets at her side, and then was burying her face into his shoulder. Don pushed himself deep into her clasping, clutching pussy riding out her quiet, intense orgasm by holding her in his arms. 

When Shelonda slowly relaxed, and lay back on the bed, he smiled down at her happily. She actually blushed and turned her face away.

"Well, that looked like a good one," Amy said. Don looked over to see that the curvy blonde had rolled over onto her back to watch him and Shelonda. Nicole was also watching, but was resting her head on Amy's soft breast. Nicole's hand had already found its way down between Amy's thighs and was busy making mischief there.

"Got enough to share with the rest of the class, Professor?" Nicole asked with a smirk.

"I just might," Don grinned over at the two women. Then he leaned down to kiss Shelonda again.

By the time he had withdrawn from Shelonda's exquisite embrace, Nicole had gotten down between Amy's legs and was giving some serious head, and Amy had pulled her tank top up over her head and thrown it aside. Don moved around behind Nicole and coaxed her up enough that he could get his cock down and into her waiting cunt. He admired Nicole's narrow waist and tight, brown ass as he began to fuck in and out of her. Shelonda moved over to be close to the action, and soon reached around so she could get her fingers on Nicole's clit. Nicole was only barely able to make Amy come, gasping and twisting on the bed, before she was coming herself.

Don still hadn't come, and he was acutely aware of that fact. He pulled out of Nicole and urged her over toward Shelonda. Moving up between Amy's legs, he smiled down at her happy face, and said, "Where do you want it?"

"Come on my tits, Professor," she said immediately. 

Don nodded, but took a moment to push his cock deep into Amy's juicy twat. After fucking Shelonda and Nicole, he only needed a couple of thrusts into her tight pussy before he was ready to blow. He pulled out of her and quickly straddled her abdomen. He had planned to jerk himself off, but Amy's hands beat him to it. She took him in a tight, enthusiastic grip and pumped his thick organ several times until a huge spout of white cum burst out of him and splattered over her chest, neck and chin. Several days of abstinence, coupled with the XYZ in his system and the sex leading up to this moment made Don's orgasm both extremely intense and voluminous. A second stream of jizz splashed over Amy's tits and then a flood of it spilled over her hands onto her belly. Don felt like he was coming for minutes. As he finally took a deep breath and opened his eyes, Shelonda and Nicole clapped and laughed. He managed to get off Amy while the other two girls closed in on her and began to play with and lick up the cum he had left there.

As soon as his head stopped reeling from the intense orgasm, Don decided it was time to have a better look around. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he noticed that there were not only two big windows, but also three sets of doors, all double and all closed. The room had a thick carpet. Don reached down and took off his sandals, and enjoyed the feeling of the carpet on his bare feet. There was a couch against the wall opposite the bed, as well as a large framed mirror. There was a low table in front of the couch and a pair of overstuffed chairs at either end of the table. One of the chairs had their satchels piled on it. Don and Shelonda's staffs were standing in a corner. All of the furniture was in an overly ornate style that Don thought of as rococo, though he wasn't confident that that was the right term. (Perhaps it was baroque, or regency; he could never tell.)

Don got off the bed and moved over to one of the windows. They were apparently on the second or third floor and overlooked a vast well-tended and colorful flower garden. There was no one to be seen among the flowers or paths of the garden.

He moved over to one of the sets of doors, and was surprised when they swung open of their own accord. Don stepped onto the tiled floor of a large and ornate bathroom, illuminated by an impressive skylight over a huge tub. Strewn about this room were more flowers and a liberal supply of towels and toiletries. As Don moved closer to the tub, water began to pour out of the four faucets set around it. The sound of the steaming, fragrant water quickly filling the bathtub drew the attention of the girls, who quickly crowded into the bathroom with Don. 

Clothes were quickly stripped off and thrown aside. Although they had only been out of the Manor for a few days, and had hardly been living a hard life outdoors, the opportunity to bathe properly was most welcome. They took quite a while, scrubbing each other clean, which naturally enough led to more splashing about than was strictly necessary as well as more fondling and play. 

Don was the first to get out of the tub, and so was the first to notice that their clothing had somehow been removed. He dried himself with a heavy, soft towel and then padded out into the bedroom naked. His sandals and Amy's top had also been removed. He moved toward one of the other sets of doors. When they failed to open for him, Don tried the handles, but they wouldn't budge. Frowning, he turned to the last set of doors, which did swing open as he approached. This time he found a large walk-in closet, full of clothing. On the right, taking up about a quarter of the available space was an assortment of strangely old-fashioned men's clothing. On the floor was a good selection of footwear. Don chose a pair of light cotton slacks and a buttoned shirt, and tried them on. He was not at all surprised that the clothes fit him perfectly. As he came out of the closet, the girls were just coming out of the bathroom. Seeing his attire and catching on that there were new, fresh clothes to be had, they swarmed around him and into the closet.

They were each able to find at least a quarter of the closet that had clothing perfectly fitted to them, and spent some time selecting outfits. Don was amused to watch them trying various combinations. Ultimately they came out to model their selections, and he smiled to see their individual styles come through. Shelonda was wearing a light vest and a pair of loose silk pajama bottoms that were bloused at the ankles. Amy had on a low cut top and stockings and a garter belt, and a short pleated skirt that flared out from her waist. Nicole had on a form fitting sheath dress with slits running up the lengths of her legs. While Don was complimenting them on their outfits, the third set of doors swung open, revealing a long marble hallway. 

Cautiously, the four of them moved out into the corridor. There was nowhere else to go, so they proceeded along, until a large pair of doors opened before them. On the other side of this portal, they found a vast dining room, lit by a dazzling number of candles. There were a dozen chairs around the large, long table in the center of the room. There were also bowls full of fruit and gleaming glasses of water. On each of the three walls without doors there were large mirrors. Don eyed those reflective surfaces suspiciously, his mind on the likelihood that they were being observed through those mirrors.

Like the trusting souls they were, Amy and Shelonda had made themselves comfortable at the table, drinking and eating freely. Don and Nicole shared a glance, but then joined the others in dining. Only when they had each eaten a small amount of fruit and drank a whole glass of water – in short, when they had their fill – did someone broach the subject that was on everyone's mind.

Amy said, "Well, where are we anyway?"

"I have no idea," Don admitted.

"You are in my home," said a deep voice.

They turned sharply to see a tall man standing in the doorway. He had white hair and a beard, a prominent brow adorned by bristling eyebrows, a pronounced hawkish nose, and bright eyes glittering at them in the candlelight. He wore a deep blue robe, like one would expect to see worn by a magician in a fantasy movie. He was over six feet tall, and stood erect and easily. Though his deeply lined face indicated great age, he carried himself as if he were quite healthy.

"And you are?" Don asked.

"I am called the Wizard of the Wood," declared the man in that voice that reminded Don of a not quite ancient John Carradine.

"Well, I am Don, and this is Amy, Nicole and Shelonda. We're grateful for your hospitality. May we ask why you brought us here?"

"Of course you may," the Wizard intoned. "I brought you here so that you might assist me with a particular task."

"Um, well, we were trying to find a friend of ours..."

"The one who was, and has been copulating so vigorously with those three satyrs, I suspect."

"Yes," Don nodded, "that would be her."

"She is in no danger. The satyrs mean her no harm. I believe they are enjoying her company far more than they expected to. She is quite spirited and has a great deal of stamina."

"Well, you seem to be quite well-informed and have resources at your disposal."

"You mean magic," the Wizard said. "I have magical resources."

"Um, sure," Don said. "If you could bring our friend here like you did us, we'd be happy to help you with your task."

"There are three problems with that proposal." The Wizard gestured and a chair slid out from the table. As he took his seat, he said, "One, I have no reason to trust you. This is of small consequence, though, because you would still have your freedom to gain. Two, I believe the desire to be reunited with your friend will be a better motivator in any case. Three, as a matter of fact, I cannot at this time bring your friend here."

"Why not?" Nicole asked.

"My power is largely focused upon this location. Within the bounds of this house and the grounds I have great power, but to exercise that power to bring people here is ... difficult. I do however have the means to convey you to your friend, which means I will make available to you following the completion of your task. I assure you, the task is within your power, and I will compensate you well for your efforts. You will not regret helping me."

Don frowned, "And what if something should happen to our friend while we're here?"

"I am monitoring your friend's situation and will find a way to intervene if she should actually be endangered. I am afraid I can only offer you my assurances as to this and my other promises. I hasten to point out that you do not seem to have any other viable options."

"We could try to escape," Don pointed out.

"Feel free," the Wizard shrugged. "You will only waste time and energy, uselessly."

"Can you give us some evidence that you can actually know how and where Tascha is?"

"Your friend? Yes, I think so," the Wizard nodded toward the large mirror to his right. 

Looking at that mirror, they could suddenly see Tascha. She was lying back against a satyr, while another satyr was in front of her. Her legs were around the front satyr's haunches and her hands were on his shoulders. It seemed clear that both of the satyr's were fucking her, and, moreover, that Tascha was enjoying herself quite a bit at the moment.

"Alright," Don said after taking a moment to take in the expression on Tascha's face as the satyr's had their way with her, or she had her way with them. "What do you want us to do?"

"I want you to seduce my wife."

Don looked at the Wizard of the Wood to see if he was joking. He looked to the girls and saw that they were as confused as he was.

"Well," Don said, "first, you're the first person I've met in Eros who's even in a monogamous relationship, let alone married."

"Yes," the Wizard nodded, "we have always had an unconventional relationship."

"OK," Don shrugged. "Why do you want us to seduce your wife?"

"Well, it is not so much all of you, as you yourself, Don, though the others may of course help."

"Alright, why do you want me to seduce your wife?"

The Wizard stood up and began to pace alongside the table as he spoke. "We live alone here. The house and my power see to it that we want for nothing. I love my wife very much. She is a wonderful woman and a good companion. However, I am aware of what goes on out there in the world. I see the fun people have in the woods. I can watch the witches of the glen working their orgiastic magic. I know what goes on in that Manor. I want to enjoy some of that fun, Don. I want to convince my wife to have an open marriage."

"Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that," Don admitted. He noticed that Nicole was having a very hard time keeping a straight face, while Amy and Shelonda simply seemed confused.

"Have you talked to her about this?" asked Don.

The Wizard shook his head, saying, "Oh, she would never agree to it. She is far too jealous and possessive. She would think I do not love her any more and that I just want to couple with other women."

"But, you do want to 'couple' with other women," Nicole pointed out.

"By all the gods, yes!" the Wizard shouted. "I want to so very badly. But it is only sex. Do you know how long we have been married?"

"No, of course..."

"A very long time, believe me! I love her madly, of course, but I need some variety now and then. I honestly believe it would do each of us and both of us as a couple a great deal of good to enjoy other people. Having sex with just the same person for many years is simply not healthy."

"Well, I can't argue with that," Don smiled. "So, what are you thinking?"

"If you seduce her, make her want to sleep with you, it will give me the opportunity to broach the subject."

"That's extremely indirect," Don mused.

"What if she doesn't want to sleep with Don, or just wants to sneak around on you?" Nicole asked.

"My wife would never do such a thing," the Wizard insisted.

"Perhaps," Don said, "but, as much as I hate to ask this, what about that other option? What if I can't seduce her?"

"If you give a good faith effort to seduce her but she does not succumb, I will grant you your freedom and help you find your friend."

"Are you sure you don't just want us to help you talk to her?" Don asked. It had just occurred to him that the Wizard's wife was going to be as ancient as he was. 

"No," the Wizard said with finality. "I have given this a great deal of thought, and I am certain that would never work. It has to be done this way."

"Alright, then," Don said. He looked around to gauge the reactions of the women; Nicole shrugged, while Amy and Shelonda both nodded. "We'll help. I take it you have a plan, then."

Day Two Tascha is caught by the warrior women and is taken to their castle

The next day, the Don and the three women had a brief conference, during which they considered the merits of attempting to escape from their luxurious prison. It was Nicole who pointed out that even if they were able to get out of the house and the grounds, however far those might extend, they would have no idea where they were or how to find Tascha. It did seem that their best bet was to cooperate with the Wizard of the Wood and trust that he would honor his end of the bargain.




Lost in Eros 2: The Forest 10



So, they passed the day exploring the immense house, going only where the doors would allow them to pass. There was no sign of anyone else in the building, though everything was dusted and the flowers and fruit were freshly laid out. They found a large library, an indoor pool, and a billiard room, among other less well-defined rooms. Following the spirit of the Wizard's plan, they deliberately resisted the urge to fill the day with sexual play. Instead, they built up their frustration by engaging in playful banter and flirting. Things became particularly heated during their skinny-dip in the pool. Don had to herd the women into the showers, which did frankly very little to help, except that it introduced an all-too-ephemeral break in the action. Amy was particularly wound up by the time they returned to their room to change for dinner.

"I will tell my wife that we have guests," the Wizard had explained. "I'll say that you were travelers who I rescued from hooligans using my magic, and that I offered you hospitality for a few days."

"Hooligans?" Amy had asked.

"That's what I call the bands of ill-mannered men who roam about the forest attacking anyone they come across."

"We met some of those," Don had nodded.

"It didn't end well for them," Nicole said quietly, looking across the table at Don.

"They are thoroughly unpleasant," the Wizard had scowled. "Anyway, I will tell my wife that you seem to be very interesting people, and I will arrange to have her looking in on you during your dinner. You use that time to, shall we say, put on a show for her."

"A show?" asked Shelonda.

"Yes, well, a demonstration of unfettered sexuality," the Wizard explained.

"You want us to have sex for your wife to watch," Nicole said.

"Yes," the Wizard nodded. "I know my wife enjoys reading books with erotic scenes in them, and I suspect seeing one played out in front of her eyes will titillate her. Moreover, the fact that there are more than just two of you will work to our advantage if we are to be successful in tempting her toward a more open attitude toward sex."

"I think we can manage that," Don smiled at the three women. He knew Amy in particular would rise to the occasion.

"Remember, though," the Wizard had admonished before bidding them goodnight, "it must seem spontaneous. If my wife suspects chicanery she'll never go along with the rest of the plan."

The three women all wore outfits that were at once frilly and feminine and were also simple enough that it would be quite easy to have sex in them. Nicole wore a form-fitting, backless dress with a very short skirt and puffy sleeves, all in black with large bright red flowers. Shelonda wore a frilly little sundress in light pastels. Amy wore a silk negligee and a long, sheer robe. All of the girls surprised Don by wearing high heels. For himself, Don wore dress slacks, a white shirt and a dark blue jacket. As an afterthought, he added socks and perfectly shined, black dress shoes.

Arm in arm en masse the foursome left the bedroom and headed to the dining room. Along the way, Don reminded them to act as if no one was watching. 

"But, also make sure we put on a good show," Amy pointed out. 

"How are we supposed to do that?" Shelonda wanted to know.

"Well, make sure that anyone looking can tell what you're doing; don't cover up anything," Amy suggested.

"And make noise," added Nicole. "Let everyone hear that you're having a good time."

"Wow," Don said, "that's really good advice. You're making me horny already."

"You have to wait a bit, Professor," Nicole winked.

With that they came to the dining room and gathered around the middle of the table, Don and Shelonda on one side and Amy and Nicole on the other.

"Who do you think puts out this fruit and water?" Amy asked, as she picked up and examined a red apple. 

"I have no idea," Don shrugged. "Perhaps the same person who washed our clothes and put them back when we weren't looking yesterday."

"Our host, maybe?" wondered Nicole.

"The Wizard?" Amy laughed. "I doubt that."

"He doesn't exactly seem the sort to do housework," Don admitted.

With a mischievous gleam in her eye, Amy sank her teeth into her apple and leaned over toward Nicole, who, catching on immediately, bent in to take a bite out of the opposite side of the fruit.

While they were doing this, Shelonda said, "Well, whoever's doing the cleaning and other stuff, it sure is nice of the Wizard to let us stay here."

"We should try to find a way to thank him," Amy said around a mouthful of apple.

"Oh? What did you have in mind?" Don asked with a laugh.

"There are lots of ways a girl can thank a man," Amy smiled, taking another bite of the apple. 

"She can say, 'Thank you very much, Mr. Wizard, sir,'" Nicole smiled coyly while she toyed with a strawberry. 

"Exactly," Amy laughed, "but that wasn't exactly what I had in mind."

"Whatever could you mean?" Nicole asked. She had now turned toward Amy and was running her hand up and down her arm. "Oh, you mean..."

"Exactly!" Amy grinned and grabbed a nearby banana. She proceeded to peel it slowly.

"But isn't he rather old?" Nicole persisted mischievously.

"He seemed healthy enough to me," Amy said as she pulled the last peel down. "Anyway, I think I like older men. Plus, he's quite tall, and that usually means..."

"You think so?" Shelonda joined in.

"I do," Amy said. "Anyway, I'd be happy to show my appreciation." To demonstrate her capabilities, she slid the length of the banana into her mouth and down her throat.

Don and the girls laughed, and Don said, "Well, fruit's one thing. Are you quite sure you're up to the real thing?"

"Quite sure, sir," Amy said after swallowing the last of the banana down. 

"I'm unconvinced," Don said with a frown.

"Well, how in the world can I convince you?"

"You could show him on his cock," Shelonda said with exasperation. Don thought she was the best actress of the bunch.

"Alright, Professor, hop up here on the table and let's see what you've got," Amy grinned.

Don stood up and took off his jacket and kicked off his shoes, while the women pushed the bowls and glasses out of the way. Then, he climbed up on the table and knelt in front of Amy. Getting into her act, Amy ran her hands up along Don's thighs and made a show of unfastening his pants. She slipped her hand into his slacks and took hold of his quickening cock. Pulling it out, she held it up for Nicole to see. 

"Very nice," Amy said, "but it needs more work, I think." She lowered her head to Don's lap and took the entire length of his cock into her mouth. Pulling on it with both her lips and hand, she quickly had him fully hard. 

While Amy was doing this, Shelonda climbed up on the table next to Don so she could see too.

Amy pulled back to show the girls that Don was now erect. "That's more like it, Professor!" Amy said. "Now, what was it I was going to do with this?"

"Oh, I can show you," Shelonda offered quickly.

"By all means," Amy laughed.

Shelonda leaned in over Don's lap and immediately lowered her mouth all the way down his cock, letting his fat head slip into her throat. She accompanied this with a loud, very satisfied, "Mmmm!"

When she came up for air, Shelonda smiled at Amy and Nicole and said, "That's what you were saying you could do."

"Oh, yes, I remember now. Let me see if I've got this right," Amy laughed. Straight away, she took hold of Don's cock and lowered her mouth and throat on him. Don took advantage of the situation by gently grabbing Amy's head and holding her there on him so that he could flex himself in and out of her throat a bit. Following Shelonda's lead, Amy gurgled and moaned her approval of this maneuver loudly enough for everyone to hear. Always happy to oblige, Don fucked her throat a bit longer before letting her go.

As soon as Amy was up again, Nicole jumped in with, "Let me give that a try!" 

Crowding in front of Amy, Nicole inhaled Don's shaft in one eager motion. Once he was in all the way, she bobbed her head up and down on him, murmuring her pleasure while he moved in and out of her throat. When she backed up off him, she gave the slippery head of his cock a kiss and flashed a grin around the room. 

"Is that all you'd do to thank the Wizard?" Shelonda asked.

"Don't you think that's enough?" Amy asked.

"Not nearly," Don said with a smile.

"Oh, well, I might be able to come up with something else," Amy said thoughtfully.

"Like what?" Shelonda asked as she reached over to stroke Don's wet cock, which was twitching in anticipation.

Amy shrugged out of her sheer robe, said, "Well, I could do this," and, using her chair as a step up, climbed up on the table with Don and Shelonda. Amy planted her feet on either side of Don's thighs, and pulled up her silk negligee to expose her bare pussy and ass to view. 

"Now that looks delicious!" Don grinned. He leaned forward to kiss Amy's nether lips, reaching up between her legs to get his hands on her ass. Holding her in place, Don reached out with his tongue to lightly lick over the soft curve of her lips. Pushing up between them, he tasted her juices and slipped his long tongue up inside her. Amy moaned and pushed forward a bit, encouraging him to do more. He proceeded to fuck his tongue in and out of her, and then began to lick at her clit. 

Shelonda was still stroking Don's cock, or was until Nicole took Amy's chair and got into position in front of Don and began to suck on his cock with great enthusiasm. Shelonda leaned back for a moment, admiring the sight of Amy standing on the table while Don buried his face between her legs. Then she decided to get back into the fun. Pulling her sundress up over her head and casting it aside, but leaving her heels on, she got up to stand behind Don. She reached forward and took Amy's head in her hands and pulled her forward into a long, slow passionate kiss.

Amy, who had been holding on to Don's head, both for a little support and to keep him there where he was giving her so much pleasure, reached up to get her hands on Shelonda's full tits. She moaned into Shelonda's mouth while squeezing and caressing those beautiful breasts. She moaned again when she felt Don pushing several fingers up inside her grasping pussy. When she felt Shelonda tugging at her negligee, Amy took a few seconds to quickly pull that garment up and over her head. She wasn't sure where it fell; it was out of her mind as Shelonda began to kiss and suckle on her tits. Then Don's tongue was making her come. Amy remembered Nicole's advice and cried out enthusiastically as the explosion of delight erupted in her clit and pussy and then spread through her body, making her shake and sob.

"Oh fuck yes!" Amy gasped loudly. "That's so good! Don, you've got the best tongue. Damn!"

Shelonda embraced Amy, whose legs were suddenly unsteady, and helped her to lie down with her on the table behind Don.

Don took advantage of the momentary break to push Nicole back enough so that he could get off his knees. Instead, he sat on the edge of the table with his feet dangling. Nicole wasted no time, though, and climbed up on the table with the others. Pushing Don back so that he was leaning on his arms, she pulled up her short black dress and straddled Don's lap. She rose up as high as she could, to give anyone watching a clear view, and lifted Don's cock straight up. Pushing the head into her, Nicole slowly slid down its length, moaning happily as it filled her. Don grinned up at her and took her narrow waist in his hands. As soon as she was all the way down on him, Nicole pushed herself back up, almost all the way off, and paused there so anyone could see his thick pole disappearing into her tight pink sleeve as well as the shiny wetness she left on him. Then, finally she let herself down on him again, until his head was pressed against her cervix. Up again and pause, then down, harder this time. Don's strong hands and arms helped to raise and lower her, sparing her thighs some work. With each descent on his shaft, Nicole let out a happy, lustful moan. Soon she was grunting and crying out as she rode up and down on him with almost violent abandon. She began to throw herself into the performance aspect of the evening.

"Fuck yes! God yes! That feels so good! Fuck me, Professor! Fuck me!" Nicole cried out. 

Don was pushing up into Nicole each time she came down on him. He was quietly amazed at how hard a fucking the tiny girl was taking and enjoying. As she bounced on his cock, he watched as she clawed at her dress to pull it aside and get her hands on her little breasts and hard nipples. Then she was coming on top of him, still bouncing as she screamed and shook.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!" she called. Then abruptly, she stopped and slumped forward on Don, gasping for air. "Damn!" she whispered, "I guess I like having an audience."

"Well, it suits you," Don whispered back, kissing her ear.

When Nicole pushed herself up a bit, they noticed that Shelonda and Amy had worked themselves into a 69. They lay on their sides, with Amy's feet and back toward Don and Nicole's side of the table. They could see the top of Shelonda's head as she worked her tongue over Amy's slick lips and sensitive clit. Both girls were moaning enthusiastically while they kept their mouths busy.

Nicole pushed herself the rest of the way up, and struggled to get out of her dress. Don finally got around to unbuttoning his shirt, and when Nicole climbed off him to walk down the table, naked but for her heels, Don took the opportunity to get out of his clothes. By the time he got back on the table, Nicole was down by Amy's head, reaching around to get her fingers on and probably in Shelonda. Don decided he would make himself useful at this end of things.

Lying down behind Amy, he scooted in and guided his cock between her legs. He felt Shelonda's breath and then tongue on the head of his cock just as he felt the wetness of Amy's waiting pussy. He didn't pause, but just went ahead and pushed himself in. Amy let out a particularly loud moan as he filled her in one sure motion. Steadily he began to fuck her, enjoying the sensation of her slippery cunt squeezing and pulling at him as well as Shelonda's tongue brushing against him.

What Amy and Nicole were doing to Shelonda had the desired effect, because she was the next one to come, crying out loudly in ecstasy. This precipitated some rearrangement on the table, as Shelonda disentangled herself. Amy turned her head and said over her shoulder, "Get on your back, Don."

Don quickly rolled back, reluctantly pulling out of Amy in the process. She wasn't done with him yet, though. Without turning around to face him, she got up over him. She took his cock and lifted it up and pushed the broad head of it up into her ass. Don said, "Oh, god that feels so good – so hot and tight!"

"That's right, baby," Amy grinned back at him. Then she pushed herself down on him, taking his thick cock deep into her bowels. She leaned back then, and Nicole came around and knelt in front of her, pushing several fingers up into her pussy and attacking Amy's clit with her tongue. Meanwhile, Shelonda straddled Don's face, so that she could have her pussy licked while she reached around to play with Amy's tits.

Don reached up to adjust Shelonda's position a little and began to lap at her very wet pussy and clit. His nose slipped into her vagina and then teased her ass as he moved back and forth over her. All the while, he could feel Amy moving up and down on him and Nicole's fingers inside her pussy. He couldn't see what was going on, but he could definitely tell when Amy began to come again. Not only did her ass clench and relax on him as she came, but she cried out in a dramatic and heartfelt wail.

As the girls climbed off him, Don realized that he still had not come. He also knew that there was one woman he had not yet fucked that evening. He caught hold of Shelonda's narrow waist and quickly coaxed her into position on her hands and knees. As the other two girls focused their attention on Shelonda's pretty face and swinging breasts, Don drove his cock into her waiting vagina. Once he was good and slick again, though, he pulled back and then pushed himself firmly into Shelonda's tight ass. He remembered the night in the disco when he had first been welcomed into that sweet embrace. He smiled down at her dark, muscular back and fucked her with passionate abandon. She pushed back at him eagerly.

"Come inside my ass, Don!" Shelonda called out. "Fill me with your cum!"

He felt Amy's fingertips moving on Shelonda's pussy lips and clit, and tried to hold off until Shelonda was coming, but it was too late for that. Everything up until that moment had brought him to the brink and he was too far gone to hold back. He threw his head back and groaned, shoving himself deep into Shelonda as his cock spasmed and filled her ass with hot cum. This helped carried Shelonda over the edge too, and she cried out as her own orgasm swept through her leaving her and Don lying collapsed on the table in a quivering, laughing pile. 

The other two girls lay down with them, caressing and kissing their hair and sweaty skin.

Day Three Tascha is tied to the X-cross

The next day Don was allowed to find his way out into the garden. Since the Wizard had let him know beforehand that this would happen, he was wearing clothing that would allow him to practice his kung fu in the open center of the garden – loose pants, shoes that were almost moccasins, and a light vest. After taking the time to stretch thoroughly, Don began to put himself through a full routine. He was very happy to notice that he was not only maintaining his conditioning but seemed to be in quite a bit better shape than he had been when had arrived in Eros. He was able to hold his stances longer and lower, had more stamina and endurance, and was able to kick and jump higher and more nimbly.

He was enjoying the workout so much that he had almost forgotten that he was supposed to have an ulterior motive. Upon finishing a particularly long and demanding open-hand form, he was a little surprised to hear a woman's voice saying, "That was very graceful, sir."

Don smiled, turned and bowed, "Thank you..." He was about to add, "milady," because it sounded like the appropriate way to address the Wizard's wife, but he was suddenly caught off guard. He had expected a woman who more or less resembled the Wizard. Not necessarily so tall, or quite so old, perhaps, but certainly older and not particularly attractive. Instead he beheld a beautiful young woman with long auburn hair falling over her bare shoulders in loose curls. She wore a white gown with flowing skirts and a cinched bodice that accentuated her very thin waist and full, medium-sized breasts. Her smiling lips were red, and her emerald green eyes were framed by long lashes. Don thought she bore a striking resemblance to Rita Hayworth, and found himself wondering if she had gorgeous dancer's legs.

Still smiling, Don said, "My name is Don, are you the lady of the house?"

She inclined her head and said, "I am. My name is Madeleine."

"It is an honor to meet you, milady. My friends and I are your very grateful guests."

"Ah, yes," she murmured. "And where are your three enthusiastic friends?"

"I believe they are swimming in the pool. Would you like me to go fetch them?"

She laughed a little. "No, that's quite alright. I am only taking my daily walk through the garden. Would you care to accompany me?"

"It would be my pleasure," Don bowed again. He approached her and offered her his arm. Without hesitation, she slipped her arm through his and laid her warm hand on his sweaty wrist. "Do you have a customary path, milady?"

"I do," she nodded, "but perhaps it is a good day to try something new."




Lost in Eros 2: The Forest 10



This certainly seems to be going well, Don thought. 

"My husband tells me that you seek a friend of yours who is lost in the forest."

"Yes, he has graciously offered to help us find her."

"How generous of him," she smiled.

"He strikes me as a particularly generous man," Don nodded, thinking of things quite different than the offer of assistance.

"Yes, I'm sure. And you are determined to find this friend of yours?"

"Certainly."

"She is perhaps more than just a friend?"

"Much more, milady."

"And yet you have three other friends, with whom you are apparently on rather intimate terms."

Don decided to play coy, "Milady?"

She paused a moment, then said, "So my husband has informed me."

"Yes, well, my three companions are my friend's friends as well."

"Interesting," Madeleine smiled, "and does this include intimacy as well."

"It certainly does, milady," Don chuckled, "and quite a bit of it at that."

"And neither you nor your friends are jealous of each other?"

"No. We want each other to be happy, and to experience as much joy as possible."

"How open minded and generous of you, Don. Let us sit there by that fountain."

He led her to the indicated fountain and sat next to her on a stone bench.

"Now we can speak directly," she said with a smile that was almost a grin. "My husband can't hear us here, though he is no doubt still watching."

"Milady?"

"I know what my husband is up to," she laughed. "I've known all along. The horny bugger wants you to seduce me so that I'll let him sleep around, or so we can both sleep around."

"Um, the latter," Don nodded.

"And I'll bet he's holding out the promise of helping you find your friend to get you to play along."

"Yes," Don smiled, "but that was before I met you. If he had just let me meet you first I would have been quite happy to help him in this regard."

She smiled and patted his knee, "You're sweet. However, things aren't quite as he would have you believe."

"No?"

"He wants to believe I'm terribly jealous, but the real problem is that he's quite insecure. I know my husband, and if I agree to an open marriage too easily he'll be plagued with doubts and utterly baseless worries. I know the difference between love and sex, Don. Moreover, I know the difference between sex and fucking amazing sex – and what you four showed off last night was fucking amazing sex!"

Don was a bit taken aback to hear her saying "fucking" so freely.

"I love my husband more than any other man or woman, and I knew plenty of both before I met him, let me tell you! And, I know my husband loves me. It doesn't bother me that he wants to screw the occasional hottie, or three. I certainly want to let you fuck me till I can't walk straight."

Don smiled broadly, and said, "I'm glad to hear that, because..."

"Hold on there, stud," she laughed. "We've got to play this just right. It's important that my husband thinks it was his plan that did the trick. That way he won't think I just let the first guy with a nice dick and a talented tongue fuck me."

"I don't suppose the two of you would consider just talking to each other," Don offered, hoping she would reject the idea. He was quite taken with the idea of seeming to seduce this gorgeous woman.

"Oh, certainly," Madeleine smiled. "We've talked. He knows that I found the show you put on last night very titillating. I practically attacked him as soon as you were done. He's mentioned the open attitude of most of the people in Eros frequently enough that I know what's on his mind. But, as I said, I know my husband, and I know what it will take to make this work."

"OK then," Don nodded, "what's next then?"

"I will play hard to get, but intrigued, until tomorrow," she said. "I suspect he'll want you to put on another show this evening. Would you mind going down on the other two girls?"

"No, not at all!"

"Wonderful! That looked divine," she sighed. "Then, after he drops a few more hints, I'll suggest something like... Oh, I know. I'll tell him that if someone like you were to slip into my bedroom without warning I wouldn't mind being ravished, or something to that effect."

"That does sound a little awkward," Don admitted.

She waved that off, "I'll work it out. Maybe I'll just wait until he's got his cock in me. He'll get the gist then without paying attention to the way I phrase it."

"Um, yes, I can see that."

"Then, all you have to do is follow through," she smiled. "Think you can do that?"

Don chuckled, "Yes, I'm quite sure."

"Wonderful." Then she lowered her voice, though she had said they couldn't be overheard, "I really am looking forward to letting you have your way with me."

"The feeling is quite mutual, milady!"

"It's a date, then," she laughed. "Now, would you be so kind as to escort me back to the house?"

Just as Madeleine had said, the Wizard came to them before dinner time and said that, although she found Don charming, she still wasn't quite sold on the idea of doing anything intimate with anyone. He suggested that they put on yet another show with dinner, and our four heroes were quite happy to oblige. This time, Don made a point of making each of the three women come with his lips, tongue and – here and there – his teeth.

Day Four Tascha is given to the men

Don repeated his kung fu routine in the garden. Again, the Wizard's wife met him, and again they walked back to the fountain. She confirmed that she had dropped the appropriate hint to her husband, and then said, "Now, grab me and kiss me."

Don had been thinking how much he wanted to kiss those ruby red lips since the day before, so he didn't need to be told twice. He quickly slipped his arm around her slim waist, and pulled her to him. Holding the side of her face gently in his hand so she couldn't turn away, he pressed his ardent lips against hers. He thrilled to feel her arms slip around him and hold him for a moment. She began to return his kiss, but then pushed him away. She slapped him then, but not too hard, and he was able to catch her wrist. Holding her hand to his face, he turned and kissed her palm. 

Yanking her hand away and scowling angrily, Madeleine said, "That was perfect, I can't wait to do more of that!" Then she made a show of storming off to the house.

Don shook his head, and then made his way back inside.

He was relaxing with the girls in the shallow end of the pool when the Wizard came to see them. Though he was obviously a bit distracted by the naked women, he was intent on his plans in regard to his wife. The Wizard paced back and forth by the pool as he enthused, "Everything is going perfectly!"

"Are you sure?" Don asked, though he was pretty confident on that particular score.

"Yes, she insists that she is angry with you for kissing her, and perhaps she is, but she is much more excited than angry."

"How can you tell?" Shelonda wanted to know.

"The ardor she displayed during our lovemaking just after her walk in the garden was exceptional!" the Wizard explained. "I know just how to proceed tonight. She said she was afraid you might steal into her bedroom and ravish her. I could tell this thought excited her very much, though."

"Well, alright," Don said, "but how will this help convince her to try an open relationship?" This was a point of the plan that remained sincerely murky to him, and the wife's complicity hadn't helped clarify matters.

"Ah," the Wizard smiled, "that will depend upon me getting her to admit that she had a good time."

"Assuming she has a good time, eh, Professor?" Amy winked at Don.

"Well, I'll do my best," Don grinned.

That evening, while the girls were as frisky in the dining room as before, Don remained aloof. He had no doubt that he could perform more than adequately later even if he did play with the girls, but he frankly wanted to concentrate his attention on the Wizard's lovely wife at least for tonight. For himself, the Wizard had said that, though he would be sure she was again watching the dining room, he would find some reason to be unable to satisfy any resulting "urges" his wife might develop that evening.

Later, after the girls had given a good warm-up show and after the door out of the bedroom opened of its own accord, Don left his three companions and followed the opening doors into a part of the house he had not yet seen. He was wearing only a soft, dark dressing robe he had found in the closet. He eventually found himself climbing a staircase up to at least the fourth floor of the large building. As the stairs stopped at this level, Don supposed this was the top floor of the house. There were only two doors available to him in the short corridor, and he had been told to go to the left one, which he now did. The door did not swing open as he approached, so he put his hand on the lever and slowly pushed it down. Madeleine was expecting him, but he was sure the Wizard would be watching and he wanted to make things look convincing. In the back of his mind, Don was worried that if the Wizard caught on to his wife's subterfuge he might withhold his assistance in finding Tascha.

Don opened the door just enough to slip through into the candlelit bedroom. This chamber was even larger than the rather large bedroom Don had been sharing with his companions. Across the room, near the large, canopied bed, Madeleine sat in front of a gilded table and mirror brushing her long auburn hair. She was wearing a sheer robe of pink. 

She was turned three-quarters away from him, and the mirror was facing the wrong way to reflect Don as he crept into the room. Apparently sensing his entrance anyway, she said, "Ah, couldn't carry on with me after all, eh?"

Don waited until he was almost to her before he said, "What man could?"

Madeleine twisted and rose in a single lightning motion, raising her hairbrush as a weapon against him. "You!" she gasped. "What are you doing here?"

Don paused a moment to admire the feminine form only barely obscured by her see-through robe. He had been right to imagine that she had long, dancer's legs. Her waist was narrow, her belly flat, and her breasts full, but not too big. She was glaring at him with a good semblance of shock, fear and anger.

"I have followed where my desire led," Don said taking a step forward. "It brought me here."

"Well, it had better lead you back the way you came."

He slowly reached up and took hold of the hand holding the brush, saying, "I don't believe you want me to leave."

"But I tell you that I do," Madeleine insisted.

"Your eyes tell me that you lie," Don smiled. He moved a bit closer, and took the brush from her hand.

"My eyes?"

"They dwell too long on my bare flesh, and on my lips, and when you look me in the eye I see that you want more of what I started in the garden." He slipped up close enough to her that he could set the brush on the table behind her.

Madeleine leaned back away from him, and said, "I look at your bare flesh because I'm shocked that you would come into the bedroom of another man's wife wearing only that robe. I look at your lips because I remember the liberty you so rudely took. As for what you think you see in my eyes, well, you see what you want to see."

Don moved his hand – the one that had put the brush down – to her lower back, lightly touching her. Very slowly he raised his right hand up to brush his fingers along her jaw. "I do see what I want," he smiled.

She kept her hands at her sides, hands now grasping the edge of her dressing table, "I will scream for my husband."

"Scream then," Don leaned in closer, so that his nose was next to hers. They were both whispering now. "Do you think I could be here now if he didn't permit it?"

"How dare you!" she hissed.

He held her soft cheek in the palm of his hand and said, "If you tell me to leave, I will leave."

"I have said it," she murmured.

"But you don't say it," Don smiled. His lips brushed against hers. "If I do anything that displeases you, say so and I'll go."

"And if what you don't do..."

Don kissed her then, not quickly like in the garden but slowly and sensuously. She returned the kiss, tentatively at first but with increasing passion. He felt her hands on his sides, holding him in place.

As their lips parted, and he looked into her emerald eyes, Madeleine said, "I really shouldn't..."

"You really should," Don smiled and then kissed her again. With his left hand, he untied the silk belt that held her robe tight around her waist. Letting the robe fall open as they kissed, his hand slipped in and ran along her warm skin, moving around her waist to her back again. As she parted her lips and his tongue slipped into her mouth, Don lowered his right hand from her cheek to gently caress her throat before moving to her shoulder, where it eased her robe off her shoulder.

When his palm glided over and then cupped her bare breast, she shuddered. Her nipple was hard against his palm. Kissing her more deeply and intently, Don moved his hand slowly over the curve of her breast, enjoying its full weight. A low moan blossomed in her throat, and Don's hand slipped lower, gliding over her belly until he felt the short hairs of her lower abdomen against his fingertips. He moved a little lower and Madeleine parted her legs a bit for him. 

When he brushed his fingertips against her lower lips, already a bit dewy, Don felt her hands on his robe's belt, untying the knot that held it in place. By the time his fingers had gently parted her and were probing into her warm wetness, his robe was open and her hands were on his straining manhood. He slowly pushed two fingers up into her; she pulled and squeezed him.

Don broke their kiss to look into her eyes. She looked back at him with flushed lust. Any play acting was gone. Still Don remembered that he was charged with making this look like a convincing seduction. He withdrew his slippery fingers, which elicited a low whimper and a frown from Madeleine, and then bent down to slip his arm under her legs. Pushing up with his strong legs, Don lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. Laying her down gently, he took a moment to admire her long, pale, perfect body as she looked back up and him with her breasts rising and falling with anticipation. Don reached out to run his fingers over her face, lightly caressing her with tantalizingly tentative touch, and then down over her neck, along her collarbone, over the swelling curve of her breast, around and over her nipple, then slowly down her belly.

Don rose and moved around to stand where her knees extended off the edge of the bed. He reached out to run his hands over her long muscular thighs. Remembering that she was playing the part of resistance, Madeleine resisted when he urged her thighs apart. Don smiled down at her, and bent over. He continued to caress her legs as he lightly kissed her thighs, moving up and down them. Finally, he made his way to her neatly trimmed bush, kissing it firmly, lingeringly. When he pressed his hands against her thighs, she very slowly parted them. 

Don did not dive right into the dish she "reluctantly" served him, though, but slowly settled in between her legs, lightly kissing his way along the sensitive inner surface of her upper thighs. He lightly kissed her pink pussy, and then retraced his path along her thighs, this time kissing more firmly and longer. He also began to lightly pinch her flesh between his teeth. By the time his mouth returned to her pussy, Madeleine was squirming on the bed, and her hands were moving over her upper body. 

He ran his tongue over her, savoring the sweat nectar already seeping from between her lips. He did it again, pressing a bit harder. The next time, his tongue pushed between those lips, delving along the inner folds just outside her vagina. On this pass, Don's tongue glided over her clit and Madeleine let out a low moan. He gently sucked her clit into his mouth, pulling on it, as two fingers held her open, spread for him. Don released her clit and lowered himself to probe again with his long, strong tongue. Madeleine writhed on the bed as he pushed his tongue into her delicious, wet pussy. Then, Don returned his attention to her clit, licking it slowly and firmly. As soon as Madeleine was relaxed and enjoying this, Don pushed two fingers slowly up inside her ready pussy. 

"Oh yes!" Madeleine sighed.

Don gradually increased the tempo and pressure of his licking, while steadily pumping his fingers in and out of her now dripping pussy. After only a few minutes, Madeleine threw her arm down and held Don's head to her as she cried out. Her back arched and her pussy squeezed and pulled at his fingers. Don kept licking her as she came, slowly and steadily maintaining the intensity of the sensations that had driven her into this ecstasy. She started to come down, only to explode again and again. By the third orgasm she was thrashing on the bed, and it took some effort for Don to keep his mouth on her. When she was done, though, she pushed him away from her, and said, "Fuck me, Don!"

His lower face slippery and shiny with Madeleine's passion, Don wiped his grinning mouth off on the back of his hand and stood up. He shrugged his robe off and let it fall to the floor. Taking hold of Madeleine's thighs, he pulled her toward him so that her butt was on the edge of the mattress. She was squeezing her breasts and watching him as Don smiled at her and took the hard shaft of his cock and pushed it down until the fat head was slipping between her dripping lips. 

He paused, and said with a mocking smile, "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes! Give it to me!" she exclaimed.

With one firm motion he penetrated her, sinking fully into her livid embrace. She moaned and rolled her head back in its pillow of red-brown hair. Don held still for fear that he might abruptly come, so intense was his arousal; Madeleine was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever been with and the "courtship" and foreplay up till now had been the longest of any he'd known since coming to Eros. When he was sure he wouldn't come precipitously, he bent down and lifted her thighs up in his hands, then lifted her exquisite long legs until they were up on his shoulders. With his hands holding her firm thighs, Don began to pull his cock back out of Madeleine. As soon as he was almost all the way out of her, he drove in again – forcefully, making her gasp. Again and again he pulled out and then shoved in, and with each thrust he pushed up against her clit.

"Yes, Don, fuck me!" Madeleine cried out. She was now squeezing her own breasts fervently, subjecting her nipples to enthusiastic punishment.

Any thought of putting on a show of seduction was now completely gone from Don's mind. Now all he could think of was fucking Madeleine's wonderful pussy with utter abandon. His body made itself into a screwing machine, muscles, sinews, bones and cock all ravishing the glorious creature on the bed in front of him. She let out a long, low moan in staccato rhythm in time with the pounding Don was giving her pussy and clit. Don felt his balls tightening and his cock swelling inside her. Then, abruptly, she threw her arms out straight at her sides and caught the silken cover of her bed in tight clenching fists. Her whole body arched, so that from her butt to the top of her head her back was up off the bed. Madeleine screamed as her orgasm blew through her, a sexual inferno. Don shoved hard into her, filling her up with his cock just as his thick jet of cum shot into her. His world became nothing but the exquisite feeling of coming inside this woman. Again and again he pumped his seed into her, until he reeled, light-headed and slumped forward, doubling her over on herself on the bed.

Day Five Tascha is tied up again and frustrated




Lost in Eros 2: The Forest 11



Lost in Eros
Book II: The Forest

Tascha's Submission

Tascha tried to block out the fact of the lesbian orgy going on all around her by closing her eyes and bowing her head. Unfortunately there was not only the sound of something like forty women having loud, happy sex filling her ears, but there was also the thick, heady fragrance of feminine sexuality filling the air. Tascha was certain she had never been so turned on in her life. If she didn't find some satisfaction soon, she felt sure she would go crazy from pure, blind horniness. She could no longer remember what point there was in resisting Daphne and the other sisters. Yes, they were obnoxious and Tascha was no one's pet, but what difference did it really make if she gave in and played along. They weren't really going to make her do anything that mattered. Tascha knew who she was and nothing they made her do would change that. Plus, if she promised to behave maybe she'd get to touch herself soon. She really needed to touch herself soon!

These were the thoughts careening through her nearly lust-crazed mind, when she felt a hand on her bare shoulder. The touch alone was enough to send a shiver of excitement through her. Then she heard Daphne's voice, smooth as satin on ice, saying, "Have you had enough, pup?"

There was a vestige of resistance in her still, so there was a moment before she answered, and then her voice came out as a low, throaty gasp. Tascha said, "Yes."

"I didn't hear that, pup." There was no rancor in Daphne's voice, only a dry statement of fact.

"I said, 'Yes, I've had enough.' I'll do whatever you want me to do," Tascha said. As she said the words she slumped in the chair for the first time, as if something that had been holding her erect had just collapsed.

Daphne moved around in front of Tascha and took her chin in hand. The dark haired leader of the Sisterhood looked into Tascha's eyes and said, "Tell me again."

"I'll do anything you want me to do. I'll be a good pup."

Daphne raised her eyebrow skeptically. "Well, we'll see about that. Bring me the spreader," she said to someone behind Tascha. A bar with a little leather belt at either end was handed to Daphne, who examined it idly and said, "Good, now untie her legs. Keep them spread, though!"

Two serving girls, neither of whom were Nina, hurried forward and untied the bonds around Tascha's ankles and then her knees. Unfortunately, they understood Daphne's instruction too well and held on to Tascha's legs so she couldn't squeeze her thighs together for a moment's pleasure. "Here," Daphne handed the "spreader" to the girl on Tascha's left and said, "tie it just under her knees."

The leather belts were fastened according to Daphne's orders, one just under each knee, and the sturdy metal bar ensured that Tascha would not be able to close her legs. For a moment, Tascha hoped that this meant that Daphne wanted to make sure Tascha wouldn't try to keep anyone from getting at her privates, which Tascha had no inclination to try anyway. All too quickly, though, she realized, the bar was simply intended to keep Tascha from trying to satisfy herself with the pressure and friction of her own legs.

"Untie her wrists," Daphne commanded. "Don't even think about touching yourself, pup."

Tascha did as she was told, even though there was nothing she wanted more than to shove her left hand down between her legs. She was sure she could bring herself off in seconds flat.

"Get up," Daphne said as soon as Tascha's wrists were free. Tascha stood a bit awkwardly. Then, Daphne ordered, "Get down on your knees."

Tascha was grateful to the two serving girls who helped her. After hours of sitting in that chair she was hardly flexible, and the spreader made things a bit difficult. 

Daphne told Tascha, "Hold your ankles." 

As she complied, Tascha saw that most of the sisters were now watching her and Daphne. They seemed amused by this new entertainment. The two serving girls tied leather cords around Tascha's wrists, and then tied each wrist to its respective ankle. Meanwhile, someone carried Tascha's chair away.

Daphne stood in front of Tascha in all her imperious beauty and said, "You're going to be a good pup now, eh? Well, here, you can start with kissing my foot." She extended her foot and held it high enough that Tascha could bend her head to it.

This is exactly what Tascha did, without hesitation. She leaned forward and kissed the top of Daphne's foot. When the woman did not pull it back, Tascha kissed it again. Daphne slowly lowered her foot, but Tascha followed it, bending lower to continue kissing.

Daphne chuckled a little and said, "Put her on her back."

The serving girls hurried to comply, pulling Tascha back and lowering her so that she didn't crack her head on the stone floor. Tascha's knees were apart and up in the air, her pussy was on bold display. Daphne stood over her and smiled coldly. 

When Daphne put her foot over Tascha's mouth, Tascha raised her head a little and kissed Daphne's sole. She didn't stop at that, though, but proceeded to kiss and lick at Daphne's foot as if it was the sex of her dearest lover. Of course, Tascha did not particularly enjoy kissing and licking Daphne's foot – though she didn't particularly mind it either – nor did she think of the haughty Daphne as anything remotely like a lover. Instead, Tascha was enthusiastically acting on the principle that the more convincing she was in her submission the sooner she would be allowed some release.

"Very good, pup," Daphne smiled, taking her foot back. "Bring that cushion and put it under her head."

A big pillow was brought and slipped under Tascha's head. Daphne shrugged her sheer robe to the floor, stood naked over Tascha, with a foot on either side of her prone body, and then promptly knelt, landing with her knees on the pillow, one on either side of Tascha's head. She looked down at Tascha's face between her strong thighs and said, "Let's see what a good pup you can be. No biting!"

Tascha had a moment to nod her understanding before Daphne scooted forward and shoved her naked, wet cunt down on Tascha's mouth. Tascha wasted no time and immediately began to lap at Daphne. Simply having a woman's juices on her tongue sent a palpable shiver down Tascha's spine. She would have preferred to switch places with Daphne, in every way, but this was a start. Tascha worked her tongue up between Daphne's lips and into her pussy, rubbing her nose against Daphne's clit. Daphne pushed down and rocked her hips, making Tascha's face wet with her slick, sweet nectar.

When Daphne pulled up a little, Tascha got her tongue on the woman's clit. She lapped at it eagerly a few times and then sucked it into her mouth, pulling hard on it. Daphne yelped a little and pressed down. Tascha concentrated on licking the hard clit in her mouth. She was quite happy to have a woman to please for a change. In spite of her recent exploits with the male gender, Tascha's experience and preference still tended toward the feminine. It was nice to have a sweet pussy and clit to lick, and to look up and see Daphne's breasts over that taut, athletic belly. It didn't take long before she was able to bring Daphne to a shuddering, clenching orgasm. The warrior woman rode it out on Tascha's mouth, and when she didn't move away, Tascha continued to tongue her clit. In only moments Daphne was coming again, spilling even more of her fluids onto Tascha's chin and dribbling down her neck.

Leaning back enough so that she could look down at Tascha, and thereby giving Tascha a chance to get some fresh air, Daphne smiled and said, "Good pup, but I don't think you're done just yet."

As soon as Daphne moved away from Tascha, another woman promptly took her place. Tascha didn't even get a chance to see which woman owned the pussy and clit that were now pushed into her face. A little surprised, Tascha still immediately began to lick and suck at this new clit. 

Tascha considered herself to be particularly good at giving a woman head. Not only had her lovers all been unanimous in their praise, but she'd never met a woman she couldn't bring off with her tongue. Sure, there had been a few times when it took a bit more time and effort, but she always made her partner come. It was all a matter of persistence (and sometimes endurance) and being sensitive to a woman's responses. If you were doing the right or wrong thing, a perceptive cunnilinguist could read it in her lover's body even before the receiver noticed it herself. This meant that Tascha would always get her partner to the intended destination, if given enough time. The issue of persistence was no less important. Countless women were frustrated in bed because their lovers didn't stick with it long enough. This repeated frustration led many to assume that they would be frustrated. Tascha had several times found that, once she'd demonstrated that she was going to go the distance, the woman she was going down on was able to relax and have a wonderful orgasm in fairly short order.

It was a bit sad, she thought, that her skill in this regard was largely wasted here. Thanks to the XYZ no doubt, every woman she'd met in Eros had had no trouble at all reaching an orgasm with only a modicum of effort. Also the sisters were in a particularly frenzied state of arousal due to the orgy that had led up to Tascha's oral service. So, it required neither much persistence nor much talent to lick this second woman to an orgasm. Tascha was just getting into a good rhythm when the woman cried out, shaking, and spilled more wetness over Tascha's lips and chin.

When this woman got off her face, Tascha raised her head to look around the room a little. However, before she could focus on anything, another woman had straddled her and pushed her head back. This time it was the big, freckled redhead who Tascha found particularly annoying. Tascha briefly considering withholding her oral favors, but then decided it wasn't worth the aggravation. As she began to lick and suck at the woman's engorged clitoris, she consoled herself that she would keep this up until they gave her a chance to escape. Well, first I'll make myself come, and then I'll escape! It was probably Tascha's imagination, but she actually thought the redhead's pussy didn't taste quite as good as the other's she'd sampled in Eros. Fortunately, it didn't take long at all for Tascha to bring the woman off.

Next up was the loud and cheerful Wanda. For some reason she couldn't put her finger on, Tascha kind of liked the gregarious woman with the short brown hair. As Tascha began to lap at the pussy presented to her, she found herself wishing she had the use of her hands, not to play with herself, though there was that, but to hold Wanda in the right position, or to finger the woman's dripping wet twat, or, considering who it was, Wanda's butt. Making do with what she had, Tascha gave Wanda's clit a vigorous and enthusiastic licking, which soon made the sister cry out with an intense and prolonged orgasm.

Wanda was replaced by another, and then another and another. Tascha's jaw began to get sore from all her work, and she lost count of how many women had sat on her face. She was grateful for the pillow Daphne had had put under her head, though Tascha was sure that was for the sake of Daphne's own knees rather than Tascha's head and neck. Tascha was beginning to worry what would happen to her when she was unable to continue licking, when a woman climbed off her and wasn't immediately replaced. Tascha looked around and saw that there were now far fewer sisters in the hall. The party was winding down.

Tascha lay there on her back, wondering what in the world was going to happen next, until she saw Brigit standing over her with a smug smile. It looked to Tascha as if the blonde Viking woman was trying to think of the right quip. If so, Brigit decided to say nothing. Instead, she bent down, slipped one arm under Tascha's legs and the other under her back, and lifted Tascha as if she were a small child. Without saying a word, she carried Tascha out of the hall.

Though she was a bit concerned that Daphne might be mad if she returned to find her gone, Tascha didn't really have any choice in the matter. In any case, she had to admit she liked being carried along with her head against Brigit's soft, naked breast, smelling the flowers that hung around Brigit's neck. The ride was short, though, as Brigit made quick progress to her destination. After climbing up several flights of dilapidated stone stairs, and moving down a darkened corridor, Brigit shoved aside a hanging cloth in a doorway and carried Tascha into a bedroom lit by torches mounted on the walls. Tascha was half-laid and half-dropped on a low bed in the middle of the room.

Brigit smiled down at Tascha and said, "Now we can be alone for a while." She leaned down and kissed Tascha's forehead, and then, quickly untied the bindings that held the spreader in place between her knees, tossing the spreader off to the side. Then, with confident grace, she lay down next to Tascha and ran her strong hand up inside Tascha's thigh. Brigit ran her other hand over Tascha's hair, as the one between Tascha's legs slipped up to touch Tascha's painfully neglected crotch. There was nothing tentative about the way Brigit cupped Tascha in her firm grasp. The heel of her palm was pressed against Tascha's clit and her strong, calloused fingers pushed against Tascha's very moist and eager pussy. Brigit rocked her hand against Tascha, and began to part her lips to push a finger or two into her, but Tascha was already coming. 

More than a day and a night without sex, hours of mounting frustration, watching and then participating in unbridled lesbian sex without any release, and, finally, being in the power of this strong, confident, beautiful woman had brought Tascha to a fevered pitch of sexual excitement. The attention now given to her was more than enough to push Tascha over the edge. She arched her back and groaned, clenching her teeth and straining against the leather that still tied her wrists to her ankles. 

When Tascha finally fell back against the bed and opened her eyes, she saw Brigit smiling down at her with an amused expression. "That was nice," the blonde said. "Let's see you do that again."

Immediately, Tascha felt Brigit's strong, yet delicate touch between her slippery lips. Not trifling with just one finger, Brigit pushed her middle two digits slowly up into Tascha's sopping and grasping pussy. Tascha rolled her head back against Brigit's hand and moaned. Brigit began to rock her hand, simultaneously fucking her fingers in and out of Tascha's slippery vagina and rubbing the heel of her palm against Tascha's sensitive clit. Tascha heard herself, as if from a distance, saying, "Yes, yes, yes!" It started out as a moan, but built to a shout, and then an inarticulate cry as her orgasm crashed in on her. Her senses tumbled and jangled together in a chaotic explosion of ecstasy that seemed to go on for hours. Ultimately, though, she was carried under by the flood, down into a warm oblivion.

Tascha was only barely aware of her wrists and ankles being untied, and then vaguely conscious of Brigit, now completely naked, lying down next to her and taking her in her strong arms, holding her as she slept.

When she woke it was to sunshine, the sound of birds singing, and a delicate hand brushing over her hair. A soft voice was saying, "Wake up, Tascha."

Grudgingly opening one eye, Tascha saw a pretty little brunette leaning on the edge of the bed smiling at her. Clearing her throat a little, Tascha said, "Nina?"

"Yes, it's me," the girl nodded. "I'm glad they finally untied you."

"Me too!" Tascha smiled, and then suddenly realized she was finally free to move around. She pushed herself up off the bed. "Where are we?"

"In Brigit's room. Don't you remember?"

"Oh, yes," nodded Tascha. "Where is she?"

"It's late. She's at morning practice. You're lucky you got to sleep in. Brigit's nice. But we have to get to work."

"Work?"

"Mostly cleaning up," Nina smiled. "I was told to find you and show you how to sweep up the quarters, but first we ought to clean you up."

Tascha ran a hand through her wildly disheveled hair and touched her chin and lips with the other. She could still taste the women she'd eaten on her lips and tongue. She smiled at Nina and said, "Cleaning up would be good. And, do you have any food and water?"

"Oh, right! I'll be right back!" Nina sprang up and ran off.

Tascha climbed off the bed, stretched, and walked over to one of the two windows. It was a tall, narrow gap in the wall without any glass or bars in it. Tascha could almost certainly squeeze through it sideways. Unfortunately, there was definitely at least a ten meter drop to the ground below, which Tascha could not see, and the nearest tree was too far away to do her any good. Still, it looked like a beautiful day outside, and the fresh air was good.

"Here you go!" Nina announced as she came back into the room with a small plate of fruit and a cup of water. 

Tascha thanked her and sat down on the edge of the bed to eat and drink. As she did so, she asked Nina, "So am I a serving girl now?"

Nina shrugged, "I suppose so."

"How closely do they watch us?"

"Watch us?"

"You know, to make sure we don't revolt or escape."

"Oh, but if we misbehave we'll be punished," Nina pointed out, as if Tascha were being rather silly.

"Don't you think if the girls and the men were to get together..." Tascha saw the gleam in Nina's eye and quickly corrected, "If the girls and the men got organized you might be able to overpower the sisters."

"Why would we want to do that?" 

Thinking back to what she and Don had learned in the Manor from Robert the Scholar, Tascha now suspected that the men and the serving girls here were people from Earth who were naturally submissive, while the sisters were, effectively, extremely dominant women. In a way, life here in the castle was a kind of utopia for all three groups. 

"The sisters aren't so bad, Tascha, you'll see," Nina smiled. "Now that you're going to behave they'll be nice to you."

"Even Daphne?" Tascha asked skeptically. 

"Oh, she probably won't bother with you now. She usually just pays attention to us if we misbehave."

"Hmm," Tascha murmured as she finished her fruit and drank her water. Nina took the plate and cup from her and then took her hands to pull her off the bed and led her to a side chamber. There was a sunken drain in the middle of the floor and a number of buckets with water, as well as some soap, a scrub brush and some washcloths. All the water was cold, but Nina seemed to think was perfectly natural, so Tascha gritted her teeth and put up with having a bucket of it dumped over her head. Then, while Nina purposefully set in to scrubbing Tascha down and washing her hair, Tascha tried another tactic.

"Well, I was hoping to get out of here and find my friends who are out there trying to find me."

"Out in the forest?" Nina paused in her washing.

"Well, yes."

"Oh, they shouldn't be out in the forest! The Bull will get them," Nina said seriously.

"The bull?"

"You don't know about the Bull?" Nina frowned doubtfully. "I thought you must know about it, since you were in the woods and with the goats."

"My friends and I aren't from around here."

"Where are you from?"

"That's a long story, Nina, and you were going to tell me about the bull." Tascha figured she might as well use the girl's submissive nature to her advantage.

"Oh, well, the Bull is a giant monster that eats people."

"But bulls don't eat meat," Tascha pointed out.

"They don't?" Nina asked. "Hold still; I'm going to rinse your hair."

The cold water was sharp, yet invigorating. The good night's sleep, the food and water, and having Nina washing her, all resulted in Tascha feeling particularly frisky. After she stood up and shook much of the water out of her hair – there were apparently no towels – Tascha caught hold of the petite girl's wrist and pulled her close, slipping an arm around her slim waist. Their lips met in a friendly and then amorous kiss.




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Nina pushed Tascha back, though not too forcefully, and said, "We have to get to work."

"But I owe you something for the other night."

"No, you told me about the goats, and besides, I like making people come. We'll have time to play later, though," she grinned.

Tascha accepted this, and, dripping wet for the moment, followed Nina out into Brigit's bedroom. Nina produced a pair of crude brooms and said that their job for the day was to sweep. She acted as if she actually expected to have to show Tascha how to sweep. However, when Tascha demonstrated that she was already familiar with the principle behind the operation of a broom, Nina was happy to let Tascha sweep Brigit's room, while she went to sweep out the next one down the hall.

As she swept, Tascha thought about what Nina had said about the bull. This was the first she'd heard of anything in Eros being actually, really deadly. Sure, she had nearly drowned when she'd fallen into the river, and that asshole before that had been waving a knife around, and, the sisters sure seemed like they were capable of killing someone, though she doubted they would have any reason to, but in general things in Eros seemed only interested in having sex. She had a vivid memory, though, of the glimpse she had caught of Don hitting the man who had been trying to rape Amy. It certainly looked to Tascha as if Don had killed that man. She thought that perhaps the most dangerous thing in Eros was her best friend and lover.

Tascha concluded from all this that the bull was mostly likely a myth spread to keep the serving girls and men from trying to flee the discipline of the warrior women. At most it was probably an exaggeration – the truth was probably nothing more than a stray bull. Probably a very horny bull, Tascha thought with a smile and a shake of her head. I better watch out for that.

Tascha swept the pile of dirt out into the hall as Nina had instructed. She looked around and saw no sisters standing guard. They apparently trusted that the serving girls wouldn't misbehave. Nina was finishing her room, so Tascha moved on down the line to the next chamber, which was down a small flight of stairs. This one had a wider window, and the trees outside were growing right up against the wall at this point. 

Tascha poked her head back out into corridor to make sure no one was coming, and then quickly crossed to the window. There was a sturdy-looking branch only a short distance away from her. Tascha briefly considered saying goodbye to Nina, and actually felt bad that she might cause the girl to be punished, but decided she had to take the chance. She jumped for the branch and caught it with both hands. The branch creaked and swung under weight, but it and her grip held. Tascha moved like a monkey along the limb until she could wrap her legs around a thicker branch. A moment of clambering, and she was squatting on a broad enough limb. She caught her breath and listened for any alarm. When she was sure she wasn't spotted, Tascha began to work her way along the big tree's system of branches, moving steadily away from the castle.

Soon, though, she was as far away from the window she'd leapt from as she could get without either changing trees or climbing down to the ground. Tascha thought she would do a better job of escaping the Sisterhood if she stayed off the ground as long as possible. She maneuvered up a bit until she saw a thick enough branch of the next tree within short jumping distance. She tensed and jumped, catching the branch easily. The leaves around her rustled in noisy complaint, but she was safe. Moving carefully among the branches, Tascha transferred herself to another tree. When she had moved to her fourth tree she realized she would have to climb down; the nearby trees simply weren't near enough. 

Carefully, she lowered herself down, branch to branch. Unfortunately, the branches stopped a good five meters from the forest floor. Looking around to make sure no one was about, Tascha lay down on the branch, its rough surface scraping her naked skin. She slowly suspended herself from the branch. Tascha let herself hang full length from the branch before she let go. She hit the leaf-covered ground and dropped into a low crouch. She paused there, ears pricked, trying to hear any sound that might indicate her escape had been noticed.

Then, when there was no indication that she'd been missed by the Sisterhood, Tascha began to move quickly, and as quietly as she could, away from the castle, into the forest. After about half an hour, she came to a clearing, through which ran a little stream. Tascha smiled to herself, glad that no one seemed to be chasing her, proud that she'd managed to escape and happy to enjoy the sunshine on this fine day. She knelt down by the stream and began to wash off the dirt and leaves she'd accumulated during her arboreal journey. She winced a little as she cleaned the scrapes on her arms, legs and belly. She was almost done, when she heard the sound of a large cow snuffling... a large cow or... Tascha looked up with sudden alarm. 

There, only a short distance away, across the clearing and watching her intently, was the Bull.



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Lost in Eros
Book II: The Forest

To the Rescue

"Your friend is with a group of warrior women who call themselves the Sisterhood," the Wizard explained.

Don frowned, "I thought she was with the satyrs."

"Well, she was, but apparently the satyrs abandoned her when a scouting party of sisters got too close to their camp. I assure you that your friend has not been harmed. Look," the Wizard indicated one of the mirrors in the dining room where they were having their early morning conference. The mirror's reflective surface blurred and then showed them an image of Tascha sleeping peacefully on a bed in a rustic stone building of some sort. "I certainly would have alerted you if your friend was in any real danger."

"'Real danger'?" Nicole pressed. She was sitting next to Don on the opposite side of the table from the Wizard. Shelonda sat on the other side of Don, and Amy sat next to the Wizard. Madeleine listened from the end of the table. 

"The sisters can be rather intimidating, but they would not really hurt her," the Wizard said firmly.

"You described them as warrior women, though," Don pointed out. "They must have earned that adjective somehow."

"Oh, they can be quite dangerous to anyone who tries to interfere with them or those who they claim as their property," the Wizard nodded. "They train daily in both armed and unarmed combat. They look quite ... formidable."

"I take it that you've been careful to watch this training, my dear?" Madeleine asked with a smile. The Wizard actually blushed a little and nodded.

"What kind of weapons do they use?" Shelonda asked. It was hard to tell if she was asking more from enthusiastic curiosity or to size up her likely opponents.

"Spears, mostly, but they have some swords and a few axes."

"We only have our two staffs," Shelonda frowned, and again it wasn't particularly clear if her expression was of concern or envy.

"I believe I can help with that," the Wizard smiled.

Amy spoke up then for the first time during the meeting, "I'm wondering about something else. You said 'those who they claim as their property.'"

"Yes, I did."

"Do you think they claim Tascha as their property?" Nicole asked with a scowl.

The Wizard frowned, "Um, well, almost certainly."

"They wouldn't be thinking of her as a guest?" Don asked.

"It does not seem likely," the Wizard answered with a shake of his head. "It seems to me from what I have observed and have been able to learn, that the sisters see the world as being divided into three groups: themselves – the warrior women, their servants – men and women whom the sisters claim as property – and then everyone else – anyone outside the castle."

"How many groups is that?" Amy asked.

"Sorry; three: themselves, their servants, and everyone else," the Wizard summarized. "I doubt that your friend has been able to fight her way into the ranks of the Sisterhood, and they have allowed her to stay in their castle, so they must consider her one of their possessions."

"Their slaves, you mean," Nicole said icily. 

"Hm, well, yes, I suppose that is an appropriate term," the Wizard nodded.

Before Nicole could voice her entirely justified indignation, Don leaned forward and said, "Tell us more about what these sisters are like."

"They are proud – arrogant, really. They tend to be bullies and the other inhabitants of the forest, like the satyrs, try to stay away from them. The sisters only go out from their castle to gather fruit and to 'patrol', which just seems to mean looking for trouble and booty, like your friend. The castle has a spring in it somewhere, so they don't need to worry about water."

"What about their organization?" Don continued.

"Ah, well, typical warrior class mentality, I believe. It seems that the toughest, most charismatic sister acts as kind of a leader of the pack. They all seem to cooperate with this, though I suspect any dissension would be dealt with violently."

"Trial by combat?"

"Most likely," the Wizard nodded.

"OK," Don smiled a bit enigmatically. "You said you could help us."

It was the Wizard's turn to smile. "I can help you several ways. First, I have a way to get you to your friend that I think you'll like."

When they heard what the Wizard had in mind, both Don and Nicole laughed. Don said, "It's a bit traditional, but it will do, I think. What else can you do for us?"

The Wizard explained his proposal. The girls were clearly not impressed, but Don smiled and said it would do nicely.

Nicole was the one who objected most clearly, saying, "All this is great, Don, but how in the world do you expect to get this Sisterhood to give Tascha up?"

"Well, I thought I would start with asking them," he said with a cheerful smirk.

Several hours later, after the Wizard had busied himself with a number of magical projects, during which Don and Shelonda stretched and talked in the garden, and Amy and Nicole busied themselves with the magical closet in their bedroom, the four companions were moving quickly over the forest on nothing less than a flying carpet.

Amy crouched at the front of their ride grinning enthusiastically as the wind whipped her hair back. She was wearing a new khaki outfit, complete with cargo shorts and hiking boots. She was the designated driver of the carpet, although on this part of the trip the magical device was on auto-pilot. 

Close behind Amy knelt Shelonda, who was watching the forest passing underneath them with happy fascination. She was wearing an outfit very similar to that worn by Amy at the masquerade in the Manor: a pleated red skirt, a tight-fitting and flexible chest plate of a crimson material that both protected most of her upper body but also managed to accentuate her full breasts, a pair of golden metallic bracers on her forearms, a set of matching shin guards, and a pair of custom made (through magic) martial arts shoes. Her long, straight hair was tied back in a ponytail. Shelonda had her staff held tightly across her thighs.

Standing up in the middle of the carpet, as if he were Aladdin himself, or the captain of a pirate ship, stood Don. He held his staff lightly in his right hand, and rested his left fist on his hip. Don wore chest armor of the same material as Shelonda, though his was noticeably less curvy and black. He also had bracers and shin guards, also black, though the shin armor was concealed under the loose black pants he wore. His shoes were also like Shelonda's. Both he and Shelonda also wore protective cups on their crotches though this could not be seen. Don smiled calmly ahead.

Sitting on the carpet behind Don, and doing her best not to look up or around, was Nicole. She was wearing what could best be described as a naughty nurse costume, complete with white stockings and garter belt. There were prominent red crosses on her chest and her white cap. She clutched a big bag of supplies closely.

"I don't like this plan, Don," Nicole had said. "I don't want to see any more killing."

"Neither do I," Don had replied. "We're going to do everything we can to avoid seriously hurting anyone. How much first aid do they teach pre-med students?"

The answer had been not much, but Nicole had been a girl scout and knew some rudiments. So, she was assigned the role of medic for the rescue mission.

"There it is!" Don said, pointing ahead to where he could just see the old ruined castle poking up out of the forest. "Let's find someplace to land not too far from it."

In another minute, responding to Amy's mental commands, the carpet settled down in a small clearing just a short, wooded distance from the castle's gate. Don, Shelonda and Nicole disembarked – Nicole quite eagerly – and Amy had the carpet carry her back up into the sky. Amy had her instructions. She hadn't liked the thought of being left out of the main action, but had eventually accepted Don's reasoning. At the very least, if Don's plan didn't work, they wouldn't all be captured.

With Don taking the lead, the three on the ground set off through the forest toward the castle of the Sisterhood. It was only a short walk before they came to another, much larger, clearing in front of the gate of the castle. The gate itself was very old, mostly of wood and actually in surprisingly good condition. It had two valves, and the one on the right was standing open. Two women were there, apparently on guard, though they had placed their spears against the wall and were practicing what looked like crude judo take-downs. Don and the others got half way across the clearing to them before either of them noticed.

"Hey! Who the hell are you?" said one, a tall woman with short, jet-black hair. To her credit, her partner, a shorter blonde with longer hair, immediately went to grab both spears and took the opportunity to give a high-pitched whistle through the open gate.

"I'm Don, and this is my student Shelonda and our medical assistant Nicole," Don said amiably as he continued to approach the castle.

"Medical assistant?" the guard asked as her companion brought her spear. 

"To help if anyone gets injured."

"OK, that's far enough," the guard said as she leveled her spear at Don's chest, "or you're going to get injured permanently."

Don frowned a little at that. He actually suspected that the XYZ would help his, or anyone's, body repair any injury short of death, but he didn't bother to explain this to the dark-haired woman. Instead he said, "We're here to collect our friend, who we believe has been a guest of the Sisterhood for the last few days."

"Oh you are, are you?" said a voice from above the gate. 

Don looked up to see a beautiful woman with long black hair spilling over her shoulders and her armor standing on the battlements over the gate. She certainly seemed to have the regal bearing that would go along with leading the Sisterhood. He decided at that moment that this woman would respond better to a particular approach – one of individual dominance.

"I am," Don nodded. "She became separated from us, and has been here. I would be grateful if you returned her."

"And if I don't?" asked the woman, confirming Don's guess as to her role in the Sisterhood.

"Then I'll have to make you," Don smiled.

The woman laughed derisively, and then said, "Kill him, and take the women."

Without hesitation, the two guards drew back to thrust at Don with their spears. Before they could attack though, his staff came up and spun around in a clean arc through the place where the black-haired one's head had been, carrying her down into a crumpled heap on the ground where she lay unconscious. Immediately, Don reversed the momentum of his staff, batting the blonde's spear aside, and then brought the other end of the staff around to strike the woman's knee hard enough to buckle her leg painfully in the wrong direction. She cried out in pain before Don stretched her on the ground with a blow to the head. The entire exchange had taken less than three seconds. 

Don held up his left hand to the half dozen warrior women who had by now come through the gate and who were ready to charge him. 

"We do not want to fight the Sisterhood," he said in a loud, calm voice. "We only want our friend, Tascha, who is here in your castle. Give her to us and Nicole here will tend to these good women and we will be on our way. If you do not give her to us, though, I must challenge your leader to personal combat."

"We do not stoop to fight with men," one of the women in front of Don sneered. She was a big redhead with a spray of freckles across her face. 

"That sounds like cowardice to me," Don smiled back at her. 

"Take them down," the woman on the wall ordered.

At once, the six women, led by the freckled redhead, charged Don and the girls. Don's hypothesis was that the XYZ was supercharging more than just their sex drives, and that if he and Shelonda deliberately sought to direct their energies into good kung fu they would be nearly unstoppable fighting machines. Moreover, he had repeatedly noticed the flexible nature of Eros, in that what a focused mind wanted often made itself available. Don and Shelonda were now throwing themselves into the fray, letting the XYZ course through their veins and expecting the world to bend itself to their will. They leapt higher, dodged faster, and hit harder than seemed humanly possible. In addition, they had a particular advantage thanks to the Wizard; their staffs had been enchanted. Though they were still the light, flexible staffs Don and Shelonda had brought from the Manor, they were now, for all intents and purposes, unbreakable, and struck with a force much greater than normal. There were additional abilities as well, but they were trying to hold back on those, both to keep at least one of them in reserve as a surprise and because they really didn't want to severely injure anyone. 

It only took a minute or so before all six of the sisters were lying on the ground around Don and Shelonda, either unconscious or groaning in pain. Nicole quickly began moving about them, checking for broken bones and beginning to bandage ankles and knees. 

"So," Don called to the rest of the Sisterhood, who by now were gathered outside the gate or along the walls, "you will not stoop to fight a man, but you will stoop to attacking us three to one. That's very brave. I'm quite impressed."

"I'll take you one-on-one, little man," said a muscular woman with short brown hair. "When I'm done with you, I'll fuck your ass with that staff of yours."

"Always the ass, eh, Wanda?" said a woman from the crowd.

Wanda laughed and stepped forward hefting a good sized battle axe in her strong hands. 

Don smiled at her, "If you're nice, maybe I'll fuck your ass with my 'staff' before I'm done with you."

The women seemed to like this and laughed at and with Wanda. Though she didn't really seem to mind the teasing, Wanda chose this moment to charge Don. It was a clumsy attack, and Don had no trouble slipping out of the way. His staff flew around and smacked Wanda hard on the butt. He thought the force of her charge would require a few more steps before she could turn, but Wanda surprised him by spinning tightly and swinging her axe across at his mid-section. Don sprang back in time, but only just. With impressive speed, she changed the direction of the axe, swept it up and then arcing down at Don's head. Rather than dodging though, Don stepped in and threw his staff up in both hands, to catch the axe haft as it came down. Neither staff nor axe gave way, as Don expected, though Wanda was surprised that the axe hadn't continued right through the apparently more flimsy staff. Don took advantage of her surprise by kicking her very hard in the crotch. Though this didn't have exactly the same effect it might have on a male, it still hurt, and Wanda winced and pulled back. Don pressed the attack, spinning his staff in a withering barrage of strikes aimed at Wanda's head. While she was able to successfully block each strike, Don was able to throw her off balance enough that he was able to slip in close and punch her sharply in the gut. With a loud "Oof!" Wanda doubled over, leaving herself open to a decisive rap on the skull that laid her out on the ground.

There was a small burst of applause, abruptly cut off, as Don turned to look over the gathered sisters with a cheerful yet derisive smile. He was less astounded by his speed and strength than he was by his endurance; he was barely breathing hard. "Anyone else want to do your leader's fighting for her?"

"You're pretty good with that stick," said a beautiful, tall blonde wearing her hair in braids, as she stepped forward. She was wearing a blue sleeveless tunic hanging down almost to her knees and cinched at the waist, leather wrist bands and sandals laced up the length of her calves. She had all the beauty of Nordic women and a muscular build that indicated both strength and speed. She also seemed to be smiling at Don with genuine good nature. She asked, "Can you measure up without a weapon?"

Don nodded and said, "Let's find out." He tossed his staff to Shelonda and bowed to the blonde, adding, "I'm Don."

"Brigit," she nodded. 

Don was acutely aware of the fact that he had just given any attentive spectators a good demonstration of his basic fighting style. This gave Brigit a possible advantage. She certainly had the fire of intelligence burning in her eyes, so Don assumed she had an actual advantage. As a result of these thoughts he did not rush in to attack her, though a fast step in and side-kick was usually a good move in this kind of situation. He relaxed his shoulders, slowed his breathing, and waited for Brigit to make the first move.

Brigit eyed Don calmly as she began to circle him. He noted that she had her hands raised and open, suggesting that she might be a grappler. Though she was ordinarily someone he might enjoy grappling, Don had little taste for wrestling as a form of combat. He was out-massed by the big woman; speed, agility and determination were his assets, two-thirds of which would be sacrificed in a clinch. 

He turned as she moved, eventually turning his back on the bulk of the Sisterhood. Don actually thought they were too caught up in the fun of watching the fight to actually interfere, and he was sure Shelonda would alert him if someone made an unsporting move. Rather than attack him, the sisters were taunting both Brigit and him, telling them to get on with it.

Finally, Brigit did just that, taking a few quick steps in Don's direction, but he only danced back laughing. She came in again, this time faster and swinging her right fist in a roundhouse. Don had bounced back, though, and to his left. Before she could readjust, he landed two quick blows on her right side. It felt like he'd punched a wall.

Brigit rounded on him, but he had already skipped back out of the way. Her smile suggested that his punches hadn't made much of an impression. Don didn't mind that; he was still sizing her up.

She came in fast again, but Don could tell she was a bit hesitant; expecting him to evade her she was holding back. Don responded by closing the distance between them. He blocked the blow she aimed at the left side of his head with his forearm and simultaneously punched straight ahead at her nose. There was a satisfying crunching sound as his fist connected. Don didn't leave his fist out there long, but snapped it back in time to block the punch she threw at the right side of his head. If he'd been slower, Brigit's right-left combination would certainly have knocked him senseless; the woman was certainly powerful. He brought his knee up and quickly snapped his heel into Brigit's gut, pushing the two of them apart again. 

Brigit's nose was bleeding profusely, and she wasn't smiling any more. Don had to admit that this bout wasn't turning out as playfully as he'd hoped. He thought he'd give the sister a moment to wipe some of the blood off her face, but she came at him again. This time, she tried to close faster and punch straight at him. Don dropped low, under her reach and hit her in the side again, this time much harder. They passed each other and turned, but Brigit took the opportunity to swing her fist back-handed at Don's head. He only pulled back far enough to take the blow on his cheek. The force of the impact knocked him to the side a bit and he tasted his own blood. 

Brigit came at him quickly, and Don had to backpedal and block furiously to avoid getting seriously hurt. Finally he was able to strike upward with the heel of his hand at Brigit's chin. Her head snapped back and she stumbled backward. Don sprang forward, taking two steps and then was high in the air, his foot snapped around with blinding speed and Brigit's head twisted to the side. Don and Brigit landed on the ground at the same time, he lightly on his feet and she heavily on her back. As the crowd of women cheered in spite of themselves, Don knelt quickly to make sure that Brigit was still breathing. Nicole hurried up to check as well.




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Before they could say a word to each other, Brigit opened her eyes and said, "Damn! That was fast."

Don smiled down at her, touched his cheek which was already red and starting to swell, and said, "It was an honor, ma'am."

"Next time, I'm going to kick your ass, you know."

"I'll look forward to it," he grinned.

"Enough!" a familiar voice barked over the hubbub at the gate. 

Don looked up to see that the beautiful sister who had been talking to him from the wall had come down to the gate. Since she was smart enough to lead this group of strong-willed women, Don figured she must realize her predicament. If she had the other women attack Don she would appear weak, even if they succeeded in defeating Shelonda and him, which some of them must now be thinking was no sure thing. If she handed over Tascha she would appear weak. If she just shut the gates on them and let them go away she would appear weak. In fact, if she did anything other than fight him she would appear weak and her authority would be undermined. Bullies were so easy to manipulate, Don thought. Of course, she must now see that there was a very good chance that she would be beaten by Don, which would be no less a disaster, at least from her perspective. 

She came out in front of the small crowd of women, wearing a metallic breast plate that still managed to show off some cleavage, a skirt of chainmail, metal greaves and bracers. Her midriff was impractically bare, though Don certainly didn't mind that. Her jet black hair had now been pulled back into a long ponytail. Don thought she was staggeringly beautiful, and the haughty attitude only made her more appealing for some reason. In her hand was a gleaming long sword in particularly good condition. 

"You fight well for a man," she sneered. 

Don, who had stood up, bowed a little in acknowledgement.

"I give you the opportunity to go in peace."

"We will gladly do so if you return our friend to us," Don answered.

"We will not give you what is rightfully ours."

"Rightfully yours?" Nicole interjected indignantly.

"Hush," Don said quietly. Then, back to the leader of the Sisterhood, "We will not leave without her."

"Very well," she nodded. "I will make you submit to me, or you will die."

"Or you will submit to me," Don smiled easily.

"I do not submit to men," she spat.

"Not to men, perhaps, but you will to me."

She scowled at him angrily, obviously unused to such impertinence. Finally she said, "I will not fight you here; the ground is littered with your sparring partners. Come inside and fight me in our courtyard. No one but me will harm you."

Don nodded his acceptance, and turned to take his staff back from Shelonda, who took the opportunity to say, "I don't know, Don, she looks mean."

"Yeah, she does, doesn't she?" he grinned. 

As the three of them approached the gate the sisters made way for them, and Nicole said, "Just remember, I don't have any bandages big enough for sword wounds."

They were led to an open area inside the castle where the sisters obviously worked out and practiced with their weapons. Some of the sisters and some smaller, obviously less assertive women quickly dragged various bags and targets out of the way, clearing the space for the impending duel. The other sisters climbed up on ledges and walls around the courtyard to make sure they had a good view. Don noticed that Brigit and Wanda were able to come in and take their places on a crumbled section of wall. There were a number of doorways leading into the courtyard, and, opposite the point where they'd entered, a set of broad stone stairs led to another open area, where a bunch of chairs were arranged.

As soon as everything had been cleared from the area sufficiently, the leader of the sisters took her place near the center of the courtyard, and said, "If you need a sword, Brigit can lend you hers."

"No, that's alright; I wouldn't want to take a chance on cutting that beautiful body of yours," Don smiled easily, as if he was flirting with someone at the local coffee shop. 

"I assure you I have no such reservations about cutting yours."

"I think that's a lie... What's your name, by the way?" Don began to slowly walk toward her across the open ground, his staff in his right hand.

"Daphne," she snapped. "What do you mean 'you think that's a lie'?"

"Well, you might just be mistaken, but I'm pretty sure you don't really want to hurt me."

"Oh," she laughed, "you're quite wrong."

Don shook his head a little, and said, "No, I don't think I am. I think you're starting to think it would be nice if I beat you and carried you off somewhere and ravished you."

"How dare you!"

"I'll bet it's been a very long time since you were well and properly ravished."

"What in the world makes you think I'd have the slightest interest in being ravished by anyone like you?"

"The fact that you've let me get this close to you," Don smiled. He was only a foot away from her. Close enough to see her blue eyes quite clearly enough to read the surprise and then anger in them.

"You bastard!" she hissed and leapt back, simultaneously bringing her sword up and around in a blinding arc.

Don laughed as he skipped back, temporarily out of range. Daphne followed though, spinning her sword in a furiously fast series of arcs in front of her. 

"That's fancy," Don nodded, "but I can do it too." He began to spin his staff in a figure-eight motion covering his front and sides.

Snarling, Daphne leapt in and swung, counting on her steel blade to cut or bash its way through Don's screen. Instead the sword glanced off, and Don effortlessly reversed the staff's direction to hit Daphne's exposed side. As before, the staff's enchantments imparted greater force than the momentum Don provided would indicate. Cursing under her breath, Daphne snapped her blade around in an arc aimed directly at Don's head. Twisting quickly, Don brought his much lighter weapon up in time to block the strike, catching the blade in the middle of the staff between Don's hands.

There was the briefest pause when it was clear to Daphne that her sword should have broken the staff. Don smiled and said, "Yeah, that's not going to happen, my dear."

"Is your head unbreakable?" she asked, and then quickly snapped her blade around, over her head, to slash at Don from the opposite side. Don blocked this easily, though the edge of her sword was only inches from his scalp. Apparently unconcerned, Don let Daphne wear herself out with a series of strong, fast cuts that he blocked almost casually.

When it seemed that she might be slowing down, but before she could change her tactics on her own, Don changed his. He dropped low, into a proper low stance, letting her sword whistle by high over his head, and drove the end of his staff hard into Daphne's belly. He followed this by sweeping the staff at her shapely legs. He managed to catch one and threw it out from under her. Off balance from this double assault, Daphne stumbled backward. Don pursued her, pressing his advantage. It was Daphne's turn to retreat and parry. Three times Don managed to hit her, once more in the gut, once hard across the arm, leaving a bright red mark, and once a glancing blow to the head, which left a slight gash and a smear of blood. 

This last hit seemed to irritate Daphne more than the others and she launched into another enthusiastic offensive, which was actually rather successful. She managed to leave a shallow cut along Don's left shoulder and actually achieved a solid hit on Don's right shin, which would have crippled him if he hadn't been wearing his shin guards, fresh from the Wizard's wardrobe. Pausing slightly in surprise or anger, Daphne let Don get close enough that he struck out with the heel of his hand, hitting her hard in the center of her chest just above her chest plate where it showed off her cleavage. Daphne gasped and stumbled back again, this time backing up until she tripped a bit on the steps at her back.

To her credit, Daphne recovered quickly, stepped up on the stairs, and had her sword at the ready in the second it took Don to launch his next offensive. He drove her up the stairs until she was on the level with the chairs. He heard the sisters clamoring behind him to keep the fight in view. There was a brief exchange during which the tip of Daphne's sword scratched over the surface of Don's chest armor, Don's staff cracked Daphne's right thigh hard enough to make her cry out and then to favor that leg, and a sword blow which was deflected by Don's bracer scored a bloody wound on the back of his left forearm. Don seemed not to notice the two wounds he had sustained, and continued to drive Daphne back toward the chairs behind her. When she came up against one she had to devote a minute bit of attention to keeping her balance and maneuvering around these obstacles, and this minor distraction provided Don with the chance to strike her right wrist hard enough to make her drop her sword. As the blade clattered to the stone floor, Don dropped his staff, and closed in. 

Kicking the chair behind her away, Daphne was just barely able to twist aside to avoid the kick Don aimed at her midsection. She got her hands and guard up fast enough to deflect the series of blows he aimed at her head, and then gave him a fast jab which connected with his brow just above his left eye. Moving in, pushing her back further, Don ignored the blood that ran down past his eye, and threw a furious combination of punches and knee strikes at Daphne. 

Then, suddenly, Daphne was falling backward into a big hole in the floor that Don had only barely noticed. A bit surprised, he still managed to catch her right wrist, but, rather than allowing him to catch her fall, this only meant that he was pulled down with her.

Together they landed on what seemed to be a very large, thick mattress. Don landed on top of Daphne, though he was able to brace himself on impact so that he didn't crush her too much. There was a moment when he was able to take in the surroundings – there were bars around the mattress, surprised, naked men looking in at them from the other side, a battered old mirror, and apparently freshly laundered red sheets – before Daphne began to struggle to push him off her. Don was done playing with her, though.

He caught her beautiful throat in his left hand and squeezed just a little. Looking down into her livid face, he smiled and said, "Now, that's enough. I won and you know it."

Daphne spat at him, and he tightened his grip a bit. Don shoved his leg between hers and used his position and leverage to push her strong thighs apart. Reaching down with his right hand, he pushed his palm up along the inside of her leg, under her chainmail skirt. Sure enough, when he got there, he found her already very wet.

Don chuckled a little and a drop of blood from his forehead dripped onto her cheek. As he stroked her moist lips, she continued to struggle but not very convincingly – at least not to Don or to her. He smiled and asked, "Still going to say you're not interested?"

"I goddamn hate you!" she insisted. Then Don pushed his fingers up inside her and she groaned a little in the bottom of her throat.

"I don't think that's the same thing," Don smirked as he began to work his fingers in and out of her, cupping his hand over her sex, palm rubbing against her clit. He was aware that the men were watching them and that the sisters had gathered around the opening through which Don and Daphne had fallen. What they saw was a combination of Don pinning Daphne to the mattress while he roughly handled her and Daphne sort of struggling while clearly responding to his touch on her.

"You've fucking ruined everything, you bastard," she breathed through clenched teeth.

"Do you want me to stop?" 

"Would you stop if I said yes?" she scowled.

"No."

Daphne closed her eyes again and let a tremor of pleasure pass over her. So quietly that only Don could hear her, she said, "Good."

Don pushed his thigh up between her legs, taking the place of his hand against her crotch. As he fumbled at his pants to push them and his cup down to free his already half hard cock, Don leaned down and kissed Daphne. Shocked, she first let him kiss her, then she began to respond, and then she remembered herself and bit at his lip, drawing a bit more blood. Don just laughed and shoved her back into the mattress with the hand around her throat. He knew full well that he wasn't exerting anywhere near enough force to actually hold her down if she really wanted to get out from under him. 

Then, using his legs and his right hand, Don shoved Daphne's legs apart and settled between them. He shoved her metal skirt up, took his now very hard cock in hand and pushed it down between her legs. Don felt her warm, wet lips embracing his head and then he pushed himself slowly into her. As he filled her tight pussy, he leaned down and said, "You're mine now, Daphne."

"I still hate you," she growled even as she was reaching down to grab his ass and pull him into her.

"Say it," he said.

"I'm yours now," she breathed, "you bastard."

Laughing, Don shoved in the rest of the way, feeling his head hitting her cervix. He rocked there for a moment inside her and pressed against her, before pulling almost all the way out and then driving in again. After several such long, deep thrusts, he felt her hand slipping around his neck and then holding the back of his head. Daphne pulled him down to her and kissed him, not grudgingly but passionately, hungrily. They were kissing and biting at each other as his cock slipped in and out of her fiery pussy. Don maintained this steady, slow, deep fucking until he felt Daphne clenching and squeezing on him, gasping around his tongue and lips as she came long and hard.

Don pulled back a bit, looking down at her and asked, "Who else has ever beaten you?"

"No one," she answered proudly.

Don began to fuck in and out of her again, and said, "So there's no reason you should ever bow down to anyone but me, is there?"

She smiled up at him, and for the first time the smile seemed completely without malice, "No, there certainly isn't."

"I'm glad we had this little chat," he chuckled and began to pump in and out of her with increased vigor. Daphne wrapped her long, strong legs around him and pulled him in closer. Don commenced fucking her hard and fast. He had promised her ravishment and that's what he was delivering. Claiming her body as the rightful prize in their fight, Don took her as his own, pushing himself into her with all the energy he had used to best her in combat. Daphne now gave no appearance of anything but enthusiastic participation. No one watching could have any doubt that she was enjoying every moment of the fucking Don was giving her. When she cried out with her second orgasm, Don felt his own spilling over. He thrust deep into her and filled her with his cum, shuddering and trembling as he spewed his seed deep inside her, claiming her in as intimate a way as he could think of.

When Don finally stopped coming, and had caught his breath, he began to look around a bit for the first time since he had begun taking Daphne. Before he could get a good look, though, she pulled his head down and gave him a brief, passionate kiss. When he pulled back to smile down at her, she whispered, "Thank you."

"My pleasure," Don smiled warmly at her. For a fleeting moment, he thought it would be fun to stay here with this Amazon queen and rule this little corner of the forest. Then he remembered what he could never fully forget – the need to find Tascha. Withdrawing from Daphne's warm, wet embrace, Don sat back on his haunches. A burst of applause from the men on the other side of the bars around them surprised him. His first instinct was to grin and bow, but he recalled the dynamic he had no interest in undermining and scowled at the men imperiously, and said in a commanding voice, "Don't think any of you have earned the right to disrespect this woman, your mistress."

The applause died off immediately.

Don stood up, tucked himself back into his pants, and rearranged his clothing. Only now, seeing Daphne's own disheveled and battered state, did he remember that he was covered in sweat and blood. He was about to ask how they were supposed to get out of this room, when a rope ladder was dropped down from the open ceiling.

When they climbed up to rejoin Shelonda, Nicole and the sisters, Don was unsurprised to see that the women were succumbing to the tendency to friskiness that ruled this world. Women were making out and fondling each other all over the place. None of it was particularly intense, though, and the reemergence of Don and Daphne was noticed at once. Very quickly all the playing ceased, and the sisters disentangled themselves. Brigit, her face still bloody from her nose, came forward, nodded to them and promptly dropped to one knee, bowing her head. Not quite at once, and sometimes a bit grudgingly, the rest of the Sisterhood took a knee around Don. Only Daphne, Nicole and Shelonda didn't explicitly kneel to his authority. 

"You honor me by your submission, sisters," Don said in a loud voice. "You have fought well and there is no shame in this defeat."

Shelonda stepped up and handed him his staff. Don smiled at her and then turned to Daphne and said simply, "Our friend."

Daphne nodded and said to Brigit, "Go fetch the pup."

Brigit got up at once and went, while Don had to suppress a smirk and a chuckle. He tried to be serious as he asked Daphne, "The pup?"

Daphne nodded, "That must be your friend. We didn't bother asking her name. You have to earn your place here, and she needed to be ... house broken."

Don couldn't help laughing at this. Then he asked, "So, how's that going for you?"

Daphne smiled and began to answer when Brigit came back much sooner than expected. The blonde was followed by a naked waif of a brunette who seemed rather distraught. 

Brigit didn't say anything until she came close enough to Don and Daphne that what she said wouldn't be overheard by more than a few people. Then she whispered, "She seems to have run away."

"Run away?" Daphne seemed confused at the very possibility.

"This girl was coming to find me," Brigit explained. "Apparently ... Tascha climbed out a window some time before Don arrived."

Don smiled broadly. I should have realized Tascha wouldn't need to be rescued.

Daphne saw his smile and said, "There is reason for concern. Your friend is no fighter and there is some danger in the woods."

"What kind of danger?" Nicole asked.

Daphne didn't answer immediately, but said to Brigit, "Get everyone who isn't injured organized into search parties." Then, once Brigit had nodded and turned away, Daphne said to Don and the others, "There is a dangerous creature that lives in the forest. We call it the Bull."



Lost in Eros 2: The Forest 13



Lost in Eros

Book II: The Forest

The Bull

Tascha had almost no experience with large animals. She hadn't grown up on a farm or anything. All she could think was that she shouldn't make any aggressive or fast moves. She was glad she didn't have a red cape or anything, but then realized that she didn't even know if that made any sense. Maybe bulls just had poor vision so bullfighters used the bright color to draw their attention. Of course, it was likely that none of this really mattered, since, clearly, this was no ordinary bull.

Sure, it had the head of a dark brown bull, with large, dangerous looking horns. Its big dark eyes were watching Tascha carefully. It had a thick bovine neck, covered with proper bull fur... or was it hair on cows? At the shoulders though, everything changed. From there on down, well, until the thighs, the Bull had the body of a big, muscular man, also dark brown, though hairier than she had ever seen a black man's body. His thighs started out human, but transitioned strangely into the legs of a sturdy bull, complete with hooves. How he managed to balance effectively on those feet was a puzzle she set aside for the moment.

Tascha held still as the Bull, or, more properly, the minotaur, took a few steps toward her, moving further into the sunlit clearing. Tascha was not surprised to see that it had a large cock between its legs. She guessed that the minotaur was two meters tall at the shoulder, but couldn't work out exactly how tall it was altogether, counting the head and horns, particularly since the broad neck bent forward. It had very broad shoulders and superb musculature to support that heavy cranium and those big horns. 

It looked at her carefully, perhaps wondering why she didn't run off. Tascha was wondering that herself. As it looked at her, its hand moved to its cock. Tascha's eyes followed the motion, and noticed that he was getting hard looking at her naked body. She caught herself smiling at the thought, and wondered if there were any she-minotaurs in the neighborhood. Maybe that's why he's got a bad reputation, she thought. She decided to try communicating with him.

In her sweetest voice she said, "Have you been chasing the girls with that big cock of yours?"

The minotaur blew a little air out of its nose, as if it was laughing, and then Tascha was sure he nodded his big head a little.

She decided, or decided to assume, he wasn't going to charge her and kill her, so she stood up. She considered the creature's now hard sex. It was as thick as the Player's, but not quite as long. The sight of it was already making Tascha's pussy wet.

"I'm not going to run away," she said. 

The Minotaur cocked his head to the side, as if he was trying to work out what Tascha was up to.

Moving slowly and carefully, Tascha stepped across the little stream and approached the big male, who towered over her. She found herself unmistakably aroused at the minotaur's undeniably masculine physique and generous equipment. After her time with the satyrs she was well past thinking of these human-animal hybrids from classical mythology as being too alien for sexual congress. In spite of Nina's concerns he didn't seem in the slightest bit like a predator in any meaningful sense. He looked down at her with those deep brown eyes, and Tascha tried to imagine what he was thinking. If he's like everything else around here, she thought, the XYZ has him completely horny.

"What about it, big fella," she said in her soft voice, "have all the girls been too afraid of you to help you out with that?"

The Minotaur snorted what she took to be affirmation.

Tascha reached out and ran her hand lightly over his chest. The hair was surprisingly soft, and his muscles were hard under his flesh. She moved her hand up to caress the sinews of his big neck, then down along his firm bicep. When she reached his big hand, she lifted it, a little surprised at how heavy it was. Tascha brought it up to her face and brushed her cheek against the furry back of the hand, and then placed it on naked breast. The minotaur breathed in and began to caress her with a surprisingly gentle touch. Tascha had been a bit worried that he would be too rough and strong for her, but he seemed quite capable of controlling himself, at least for now. 

As her body quickened under the bull-man's touch, Tascha reached out and up to trace her fingertips over the end of his large prick. Due to his greater height, the base was as high as her upper belly, and the length put the head about level with her collarbone. She bent her head down and kissed the tip of it. She reached up with her other hand and began to move both hands up and down his length. She couldn't get her fingers around it entirely, but she did her best. In any case, she loved having the hard shaft of flesh in her grasp. Tascha began to kiss the head repeatedly, and then opened her mouth wide to get it past her lips. She bobbed her head a bit on him, enjoying having the meaty organ filling her mouth. Given her new-found mission to see how much she could do with her body, Tascha was quite determined to get this beautiful thing inside her. Her hands moved down to caress his big, full balls as she ran her tongue over his cockhead's slit. She found some salty-sweet precum there and smiled happily up at those big brown eyes.

"It sure is big," she said, "and so hard. Do you want to fuck me with it?"

The nod was unmistakable this time.

Tascha laughed and said, "Good, but you have to promise to be gentle with me. You can do that, can't you?"

He nodded again. 

"OK, but how are we going to do this?" Tascha looked around the clearing. There was a low rise that looked like it might be of use, but Tascha thought the best option was probably the simplest. She looked around for something she could stand on. She saw a good sized rock near the stream and said, "Can you pick that up and put it over there near that tree?"

The minotaur snorted, almost derisively, and quickly moved over and picked up the big rock as if it was a big bag of groceries. He took it over to where Tascha stood pointing.

"Put it right here," she said. When it was in place, she stood on it, facing the tree. She was about a foot higher now. Tascha leaned forward, bracing her hands on the sturdy tree trunk. The rock was big enough that she could spread her feet out on it some, which she then did. 

Tascha looked over her shoulder and said, "How's that?"

As if he couldn't believe his luck, the minotaur carefully reached out to touch Tascha's naked butt. When she didn't scream or run away, he moved in closer, and she felt his thick cock against the crack between her cheeks.

Tascha pushed back against him, looked over her shoulder and said, "Well, don't keep a girl waiting, big fella."

There was another low bovine snort, and then she felt him pushing himself down between her legs. He must be bending his knees to get the angle right, she thought, and then the big, fat head was pressed against her eager and very wet lips. Then he was pushing into her, and she felt like it was too much for her to take, but only for a moment. Then all Tascha could think was how good it felt to have her pussy filled with that thick cock! She pushed back against him, making the minotaur completely fill her. 

"God, that's good!" she exclaimed.

His big, broad hands grasped her around the waist, almost closing around her, and he began to work in and out of her.

"Yes, that feels so good!" Tascha almost yelled. "Fuck me!"

The minotaur was soon grunting as his massive phallus plundered Tascha's tight, wet pussy. She felt his hot breath on the top of her head. For a moment Tascha imagined the scene as if someone else were seeing it -- her tiny body being fucked by this huge thing with a bull's head. She would have reached down to play with her clit, but she needed to keep both hands on the tree to keep her balance. She wished there were someone there to see this preposterous and incredibly hot scene.

"Now that looks like fun!" said a familiar voice from off to Tascha's left.

Tascha looked and was completely surprised to see Amy standing in the clearing watching her and the Bull. She was wearing a cute khaki explorer's outfit, with a buttoned short sleeve shirt and cargo shorts. She was even wearing hiking boots. There were a lot of things crowding around in Tascha's mind, none of which were adequate to the occasion of Amy's sudden appearance. At the forefront, though, was Oh good! He didn't get scared off. He's still fucking me. So, Tascha decided to go with that thought and respond directly to what Amy had said.

"Oh yeah, it is!" she grinned. "Are you just going to stand there and watch?"

"That doesn't sound like me, does it?" Amy laughed and quickly began to shed her clothes.

Tascha turned her attention back to the vigorous fucking she was getting, and pushed herself back on the minotaur's stiff prick. She found herself eager to feel him filling her with his cum. Then she felt Amy's hands on her body. The sexy blonde had stripped and was now between Tascha and the tree trunk, kissing Tascha's breasts. Amy's fingers moved down along Tascha's belly, dancing lightly over the pink and red scrapes from Tascha's descent from the trees, and quickly began to play with her clit. In mere moments, Tascha was coming, crying out and shaking as waves of ecstasy washed over her. As she came, she continued to push back against the minotaur's hard body. Then, when she was coming down, she felt that beautiful cock inside her swelling even more and then it was pumping hot, sweet cum up inside her.

"Oh god, yes, yes," Tascha moaned and then began to come again. She sagged between Amy and her Minotaur lover, tears running down her cheeks and a happy grin plastered on her face. 

"Wow," Amy breathed as she hugged Tascha's naked and sweaty body to her full breast. "Can I have a turn?"

Tascha laughed and said, "I'm sure he'd like that." She looked over her shoulder, saying, "How about it, big fella, do you want to fuck my pretty friend here?"

The large, horned head nodded emphatically. The minotaur immediately pulled out of Tascha with an audible sucking sound.

"Hey, hey!" Tascha cried. "Take it easy there! We're not going to run away on you, and it's just rude to abandon a girl so abruptly."

The minotaur made some almost articulate sounds that Tascha chose to interpret as an apology.

Amy was helping Tascha keep her balance as she stepped off the fucking-stone, when Tascha saw that there was what looked like a fancy, large area rug in the clearing, with what looked like a back pack or satchel on it. She went ahead and asked, "What's that?"

"Oh, that's the flying carpet," Amy said. "The Wizard lent it to us so we could come rescue you."

"Um, ooookay. Where's everyone else, then?"

"They're at the castle. Don's fighting the sisters -- that's the right word, right? Don's fighting them to make them release you," Amy explained.

Tascha laughed, "Of course he is." She was suddenly both worried about Don's safety and charmed by his foolhardy attempt to be the dashing hero. A number of ideas suggested themselves to her in fairly quick succession, but the one that seemed most pertinent was that there was pleasure to be attended to here in the forest. "Can you make that thing hover in place?"

When Amy answered that she was pretty sure she could, Tascha gave her directions and soon the carpet was floating at just the right height and Amy was lying on her back upon it, with her butt on the edge and her legs spread.

Tascha, still standing on the ground, leaned in and ran her tongue over Amy's exposed pussy. 

"Mmm, delicious," Tascha pronounced, "and already very wet. Want me to go down on you, or have our friend fuck you?"

"Oh, can't I have both?" Amy asked. She was already running her hands over her tits, squeezing and pulling at her hard nipples.

"Can you wait, boy?" Tascha asked over her shoulder with a smile. She took the minotaur's snort as a "yes" and promptly bent back down to run her tongue up between Amy's moist lips, scooping up the sweet nectar with the end of her tongue. 

"Oh, that feels so good," Amy murmured.

Tascha lapped her tongue over Amy's clit, making the woman shudder and whimper. Tascha began to lick at Amy's clit while moving her hand up so that she could push two, then three fingers up inside her pussy. Knowing that the minotaur's cock was easily as big around as her hand when it was squeezed together, Tascha decided Amy could do with the full treatment. Tascha kept licking Amy's clit as she worked her fourth finger into her wet and grasping pussy. Amy gasped and shuddered, but relaxed her vagina to accept the extra intrusion, and even pushed back, encouraging Tascha. 

The floating carpet held its position well, Tascha thought, as she fucked her four fingers in and out of Amy's cunt. Licking steadily at the clit in front of her, Tascha withdrew her fingers, clustered them together with her thumb and proceeded to push into Amy's pussy until her entire hand was inside the beautiful woman, who was now writhing on the carpet, clutching her breasts and moaning aloud. Tascha kept pumping her hand in and out of Amy, whose juices were flowing freely, running slowly down Tascha's arm. All the while, Tascha continued licking and now sucking at Amy's clit. Tascha now realized that she wanted to be fisted by Amy, Shelonda or Nicole in the very near future -- maybe they could take turns! Then, Amy was coming, loud, long and hard. Tascha held her hand still, deep inside Amy's clenching vagina, and sucked on her clit as Amy enthusiastically and vocally rode out her intense orgasm.

When Amy collapsed back down on the carpet -- her full breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath -- Tascha slowly withdrew her sopping, slippery hand, turned to the minotaur, and said, "She's all yours, big fella."

The minotaur, whose erection had never done more than slightly subside, moved forward quickly to take Tascha's place between Amy's thighs. Amy smiled up at him as he pushed the big, fat head of his phallus slowly into her waiting pussy. 

"Oh, yes!" Amy said with a grin. "That feels great! Fuck me with that big cock!"

The minotaur didn't hesitate, and proceeded to push the rest of his massive organ into Amy's willing pussy. The carpet didn't budge as he began to fuck steadily in and out of her. Amy encouraged the minotaur with a steady stream of happy grunts and moans. 

Tascha clambered up on the carpet, got on her hands and knees and gave Amy a long, deep kiss, sharing the sweet taste of pussy. Tascha loved the sight of Amy's nice round tits jiggling back and forth as she was fucked steadily. She moved to get her mouth on one of those luscious boobs, but Amy stopped her, saying, "Sit on my face, Tascha. I want to lick you."

More than happy to oblige, Tascha quickly straddled Amy's head, facing the minotaur so she could watch him fucking Amy. She lowered herself down until she felt Amy's mouth and tongue on her pussy and clit. Amy proceeded to lick the minotaur's cum out of Tascha, while her chin pressed against Tascha's clit. Wriggling a little in delight, Tascha noticed that the minotaur's horns were just over her head, and just the right distance apart... She reached up and took hold of them, using them to hold herself in place over Amy's mouth. In this way the three of them formed a triangle, connected at Amy's mouth and Tascha's pussy, Tascha's hands and the minotaur's horns, and the minotaur's huge cock and Amy's pussy. Like this they swayed and worked together, each of them getting closer and closer to orgasmic release.

Tascha found the sight of that enormous cock sliding in and out of Amy to be incredibly erotic, in part because she was having a hard time with the fact that her own tiny little body had taken that thing in so wonderfully well. She swayed there, between Amy's talented tongue and the minotaur's horns, watching Amy's beautiful pale and perfectly curved body getting plundered by this mythical beast with its dark, monstrous cock, and remembered that that same thing had just a short while ago had fucked her as vigorous and filled her with its thick, sweet cum, which Amy now had so eagerly licked and sucked out of her.

"Oh, fuck!" Tascha sighed. Then she cried out as she came again, pushing down on Amy's mouth as the explosion of delight swept over her in intense, fiery waves. She held on to the bull's horns as she shook and shuddered. 

Then Amy and the minotaur were coming, moaning and grunting loudly in the clearing. Tascha managed to get off Amy's face without taking her eyes off the image of the two bodies coupling in passionate carnal union. As Amy shuddered through the tail end of her orgasm, she moaned, "Oh, that was wonderful!"

Tascha smiled down at her friend, and leaned down to give her a long kiss, enjoying the taste of herself on Amy's mouth. After a moment, Amy sighed and Tascha looked down to see that the minotaur had pulled out of Amy's pussy. There was a long rope of white cum hanging between the head of his cock and Amy. 

"Yum!" Tascha exclaimed and quickly crawled to the edge of the carpet. She caught hold of the minotaur's hip and urged him closer. When he obliged, she sucked the head of his cock half-way into her mouth, simultaneously getting a mouthful of delicious cum and getting her face covered with the stuff. After sucking down several good swallows of jizz from the minotaur's cock, Tascha lowered her mouth to Amy's messy cunt and began to suck and lick up every bit of minotaur cum she could find. Amy happily encouraged Tascha, even to the point of gently rolling the both of them over into a 69, with Amy on top, so every drop of the mingled minotaur's juice and her own would run down into Tascha's mouth and onto her face. Of course, Amy also took the opportunity to go back to licking Tascha, this time directly concentrating on her clit. 

While they were engaged with each other like this, they were very close to hanging off the edge of the floating carpet. The minotaur, who apparently felt left out, took advantage of this situation and came back over to press the head of his big, brown cock between Amy's legs, between Amy's pussy and Tascha's mouth. With a little help from Tascha and the minotaur, Amy adjusted her hips so he could enter her again, while Tascha could continue licking Amy's clit.

Tascha lay there on her back, having her pussy and clit licked by Amy, who was being fucked from behind by a big man-bull, while Tascha was herself tonguing Amy's clit and the underside of the beast's hard shaft. It didn't take much of this before Amy was coming again for the third time. Tascha followed soon after, gasping and moaning underneath Amy. Then, to Tascha's surprise, the minotaur was coming again as well. His cock swelled in front of her eyes and she watched as he pumped cum up into Amy. Of course, there wasn't enough room for all that cum, so it spilled out around that big cock down onto Tascha's face and into her eager mouth.

She tried to catch it all, but when he pulled out of Amy, very slowly, a flood of the sticky, delicious stuff ran out into her mouth and all over her face. Laughing, Tascha did her best to lick Amy clean, but it was no use; there was just too much, and it was all over the place.

Amy moved around so that she could help Tascha out, licking and sucking up as much of the cum as she could, or helping scoop it up for Tascha to slurp down. 

When they were as done as they were likely to get, the two women sat up and noticed the minotaur was standing by, watching them. His cock was now, finally, deflated. 

"I like your friend," Amy grinned. "Can we keep him?"

"He certainly does have some good qualities, doesn't he?" Tascha smiled. Then, as she hopped off the carpet, she asked the minotaur, "Do you have something like a club? You know, a big stick you could use to knock things around."




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He looked back at her in apparent confusion, so she looked around for a moment, found a good sized stick and showed him what she had in mind. He seemed to understand and headed off into the forest. 

"We better get cleaned up before he comes back with another hard-on," Tascha laughed.

As she dropped off the carpet, Amy said, "Oh, that reminds me, I have your clothes with me."

"Clothes," Tascha said as she stepped into the cold water of the stream, "I remember those."

While they washed the sweat and cum off, Amy said, "I was supposed to just fly around the area out of sight for a while, and then go back to see if the others needed help, but then I saw you and your friend."

"Well, we better go see if we can help them out," Tascha smiled. "Those women are bad asses and probably have Don tied up and whipped or something already."

By the time they had pulled their clothes on over their damp bodies, the minotaur had returned, carrying what looked like the trunk of a small tree. 

"Can we leave that carpet here?" Tascha asked.

"I think so," Amy nodded. "It's only supposed to move where I tell it to."

"That's convenient." 

Tascha tried to explain to the minotaur that she wanted it to follow her and help her out if needed. He seemed to understand all of this to some extent, and fell in behind her as Tascha led him and Amy back toward the castle. Walking on the ground, and without worrying much at all about being quiet, they made good time through the forest. When they came to the crumbling stone wall, Tascha led them around until they came to the clearing in front of the castle's gate. 

It looked like someone had made a mess out of the ground there in front of the castle, and Tascha naturally feared the worst for Don and the others. In front of the gate were two sentinels -- women who took one look at the minotaur behind Tascha, gaped for a second, and then bolted inside.

"OK, let's hope the rest of them are as scared as they were," Tascha said grimly. "Stay close."

Tascha knew that the sisters could probably gang up on the Bull and bring him down, but it would be a costly victory, and she was hoping they would be too freaked about his sudden appearance at her side to actually fight. She was counting on the elements of surprise and fear to carry the day so that they could get Don, Shelonda and Nicole and get the hell out of there before the sisters had time to collect their wits. With all this in mind, Tascha led her little trio with the big stick into the courtyard of the castle.

She wasn't surprised to see the sisters all gathered there armed to the teeth and looking at her and the minotaur with alarm. They were all scrambling to get as far away from the Bull as they possibly could. Their bogeyman was probably bigger and scarier in real life, and not only had those dangerous horns but was wielding a huge club. She also expected to be confronted by the indomitable Daphne and Brigit.

What Tascha had not been expecting, though, was seeing Don at the head of these women. He stood there confidently, his staff held lightly in his hand. He was a bit bloody, and seemed to have the beginnings of a black eye, but he was smiling at her with obvious ease. Also obvious, was the fact that both Daphne and Brigit were standing behind him, looking to him for leadership.

"Hi Tascha, we were just coming out to look for you," he said.

"And I was just coming to rescue you," she said, "but obviously you don't need it."

"And neither do you," he laughed. 

Then Don dropped his staff, and caught her in his arms as she rushed across the courtyard. She hugged him tightly, and reveled in having his warm embrace around her. She hadn't really appreciated how much she had missed him until that moment. Finally, they were together again.



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Lost in Eros

Book II: The Forest

Reunion

Don held Tascha tightly in his arms and kissed the top of her head. For several moments he just forgot about everything else and was happy to hold her. It had always been like that, one Tascha hug and he was totally in love with her. Whatever else was going on in his life, there was the constant affection he had for her, and in those all too brief moments when they were together like this nothing else mattered. Of course, here in Eros, he had gotten used to having much more of her attention and enjoying quite bit more than the occasional hug, but after being separated from her for a week a simple hug was a celebration!

Gradually, he became aware that Shelonda and Nicole were also there, waiting to greet Tascha as well. Reluctantly, and only because he knew she wasn't going to fall off another cliff anytime soon, Don kissed her again and loosened his embrace. He smiled at her and said, "Welcome back."

Blushing a little, she grinned back at him and gave him a quick kiss, before turning to the girls who immediately attacked her with a happy group hug.

Don looked to Daphne, who was busy eyeing the creature who had escorted Tascha back to the castle. Somehow it hadn't really surprised Don to see a living, breathing minotaur here. Clearly, the big man-bull alarmed the sisters, and the fact that he had docilely accompanied Tascha, who had apparently counted on the fact that the sisters would be alarmed, amused Don a great deal. Paying a bit more attention to the creature, Don noticed that the minotaur was anything but at ease here. He was looking about himself as if he expected the sisters to attack him at any moment. Likewise, the sisters seemed tense, ready to defend themselves if the big creature went berserk. Amy noticed the minotaur's agitation and reached out to stroke his side, but this didn't really seem to help.

"Tascha," Don said, "I don't think your friend there is too happy here."

"Oh!" Tascha immediately extricated herself from the girls and walked over to the minotaur. She reached up and caressed his long, broad face and murmured encouragement. She said, "If you want to go back outside, it's OK." Then, with an obvious and meaningful glance at Daphne, Tascha added, "Just don't go too far. We might need you again."

Don smiled to see the minotaur clearly nod his head and turn and leave the way he had come in, sisters scattering to get out of his way.

Don turned to Daphne, who had been watching all of these proceedings silently, and said, "My friends and I don't intend to stay long -- just the night." Don thought he could see some conflicting emotions playing out in Daphne's blue eyes. He added, "Perhaps a celebration of our visit is in order..."

"Yes, of course," she smiled and nodded. "We will have a party in your honor. I will have rooms made available for you to rest and bathe."

Don wondered if he detected the first genuine jealousy he'd seen in Eros in Daphne's tone and choice of words. He continued to assert his dominance, saying, "Just one room will do."

Daphne bowed her head a little, but Don could tell she wasn't smiling.

In a short while, Don and the four women were alone in one of the castle's bedrooms. There was a large, low bed in the middle of the room and a small chamber off to the side that Tascha identified as a bathing room. 

"You're pretty badly banged up, love," Tascha said with some concern. "We better get you cleaned up and bandaged."

As the women gently, but quickly, stripped his clothes off him, Don had to admit that he was feeling the abuse he'd suffered in his fighting with the Sisterhood. He cheek was tender and a bit swollen, the area around and above his left eye was quite sore, and the cuts on his left shoulder and forearm stung annoyingly. Moreover, his muscles were sore and stiffening from what had been a long, strenuous fight with the sisters. It was all enough to put thoughts of sex a bit out of his mind, even though he was led naked into the side chamber by Tascha and Nicole, who were also stripping out of their clothes. Tascha dumped a bucket of cold water over his head, and this did nothing at all to rekindle his lust.

He noticed that Tascha's belly was pretty seriously scraped up, but she assured him and the others that it was nothing and didn't even hurt anymore. 

As Tascha and Nicole took washcloths and soap to his sore body, Shelonda began to wash his hair, and Don reflected that he was leading a weird and wonderful life. Thinking of weird and wonderful, he remembered that he wanted to ask, "So, Tascha, what have you been up to?"

Tascha laughed and began to tell them about her adventures. She tried to summarize things, but Don and the others wouldn't let her get away with that. She described her first encounter with the satyrs in as much detail as she could remember. The other three women found this story very interesting, and clearly arousing as they all began to be more and distracted by the lovely and increasingly wet and soapy bodies at hand. Don also felt his body and interest responding. He would have returned to his normal self if Nicole weren't carefully cleaning his wounds and his head didn't ache quite so much. Still, he contributed his own fair share of probing questions. To one of these, Tascha responded, "Yes, two of them at once -- both in my pussy, but that's nothing." 

"Well, it's definitely not nothing!" Nicole said, looking up from Don's arm.

"No, but there's more," Tascha smiled.

"More than two in your pussy?" Shelonda asked in surprised.

Tascha laughed, "No! How would that even work?"

"Let me think about it, and I'll get back to you," Amy smirked.

"You do that," Tascha grinned. "I meant, let me continue, and you'll see."

Tascha told them about being captured and brought to the castle, and about how she'd been tied up to the X-shaped cross while they finished cleaning Don up. Another bucket of cold water was dumped over him, and he was told to sit on a nearby bench to dry, while they took turns bathing each other, starting with Shelonda. Now, Tascha told them about being thrown to the men.

"Oh, down where Don and Daphne fell and fucked?" Shelonda asked.

"Oh, now I have to hear about that!" Tascha said with surprising enthusiasm.

Don laughed and said, "No, no -- you finish your story, first."

"Fine, but I won't forget!"

"Of course not," he smiled, leaning back against the stone wall. 

"OK, well, I figured there were two ways I could think of the situation..." Tascha said and began to recount the story of her long gang bang. The girls weren't having any synopses, and pressed her for as much detail as she could remember. Shelonda was actually finished being bathed before things began to get seriously out of hand. Tascha was being bathed by six hands, and was saying, "I got on my hands and knees, so I could suck that one big cock, and I told the others they'd have to take turns fucking ..." when she was distracted as Amy pushed several fingers into her. 

"God, that feels so good!" Tascha breathed. 

"Having them take turns fucking you?" asked Amy mischievously.

"Mmm, yes, but that's not what I meant. Oh!" 

Shelonda had lowered her mouth to Tascha's breast and proceeded to suck on her hard nipple. Seeing that they were taking a break from story time, Nicole went ahead and leaned around to kiss Tascha passionately, while cupping Tascha's free breast in her hand. Don watched from the side as Amy worked her hand against Tascha's wet, naked body, fucking her fingers in and out of Tascha's pussy. His cock, already half-hard from listening to Tascha's story, quickly returned to full mast, but he was still quite content to sit back and watch. 

Amy leaned forward to get her mouth on the tit that Nicole was holding, while Nicole began to kiss and bite Tascha's neck. It didn't take long before Tascha was moaning and then crying out loudly as she came hard on Amy's hand. They kept at her, though, until she was coming again, this time longer and harder. When she pushed them back, Nicole proceeded to dump a bucket of cold water over Tascha. Naturally enough, this resulted in Tascha grabbing the slim black girl and pulling her down on the stone floor. Before another minute went by, Nicole was being mobbed by the other three girls; Tascha was between her legs, going down on Nicole's pussy, while Amy and Shelonda attacked Nicole's nipples with their lips, tongues and teeth.

Don was admiring the tangle of wet, naked women on the stone floor when he noticed that someone was standing in the door to the small room. The newcomer was a tiny brunette woman with long hair and not a stitch of clothing. He was pretty sure she was the serving girl who had accompanied Brigit with the news that Tascha had escaped. She was meekly standing in the doorway watching Don's four companions playing. Don thought she was very pretty, and found her tiny, fit build extremely attractive. When she glanced over at him, he smiled and beckoned her to come in.

As she took the few steps it took to come to him, Don saw that she was looking at his hard cock with clear interest. When she stopped in front of him, she said, "I was sent to see if you needed anything, sir."

"What's your name?"

"I'm Nina, sir," she said quietly. She was still looking at his prick.

"Who sent you, Nina?"

"Daphne, sir."

Don reached out and gently took the girl's hand. "Were you supposed to do something specific for us?"

"No, sir, she just said to make sure you had everything you need." Nina seemed fixated by Don's cock.

More than a little amused by himself and the situation, Don asked, "Would you like to touch it?"

"Oh, yes, sir!"

Don chuckled a little and said, "Well, go ahead."

Don actually ignored the giggling, moaning and gasping group of women on the floor before him as he watched Nina inch closer and reach down to run her fingers over his rigid sex organ. Her delicate touch almost tickled as she explored his length.

"It's very big and hard," Nina breathed.

"What else would you like to do?"

"Oh, sir, I would love to fuck it!" Nina said eagerly, looking Don in the eyes for the first time.

"Oh, would you?" he chuckled. "I think that would be all right."

With a surprising combination of determination and timidity, Nina quickly stepped in front of Don and turned around. With her feet on either side of his legs, she bent her knees and waist as if she were going to sit on his lap. Don held himself upright until he felt Nina's delicate fingers wrapping around the shaft. Then, he ran both hands over her tight butt and thin, muscular back. He felt her already very wet pussy being pushed against the head of his cock, and then, almost at once, he was inside Nina as she sank down on him. 

Nina let out a happy whimper as she took his thick sex into her. Don moved his hands over her petite frame, enjoying the feeling of her tiny body against his. Then Nina began to move up and down, and Don held on to her narrow waist to keep her on him. She was bouncing on his shaft when Don felt fingers brushing against the base of his cock. Looking around Nina's body and dark hair, Don saw that Tascha had crawled over and was now sucking at Nina's small breasts while she played with Nina's clit. This made Nina cry out happily, and encouraged her to ride Don even more vigorously. At one point, she rode up high enough that he slipped out of her tight embrace. Nina let out a disappointed little sound, but, before she could get a hold of him and shove him back in, Don felt Tascha's mouth on his cock.

Tascha's hand milked his shaft while she sucked on him enthusiastically. Then he was being shoved back into Nina who immediately went back to riding up and down on him. As soon as he came out again, Tascha caught his cock and went back to giving him an all too brief blowjob, before pushing him back into Nina. While Nina rode him, Tascha played with Nina's clit and toyed with Don's balls. When he felt Tascha's hands pushing his thighs further apart, he happily complied, simultaneously spreading Nina's legs wider. He was rewarded by feeling Tascha's tongue on the base of his cock and on his balls, as she alternated between those and licking at Nina's clit. To encourage Tascha to keep up with this, Nina leaned back against Don, not fucking him quite so energetically. Don reached around her to cup Nina's small breasts in his hands while rocking his pelvis to keep moving himself in and out of her grasping vagina.

When he felt Nina shaking and trembling against him, with her pussy squeezing and pulling his cock, Don could hold out no longer. He groaned and let a heavy stream of cum shoot up inside Nina. He pumped again and again into her, emptying his balls for the second time that day. 

As he regained his wits, he felt Tascha's tongue on him, licking up the cum that leaked out of Nina. When the tiny girl pushed up, letting his cock slip free, Tascha quickly dove between her legs to lick and suck up the pearly treasure he'd left there for her. Soon, Nina was lying back on the bench as Tascha continued to go down on her. The little serving girl would be coming again soon, and Don was eyeing Tascha's backside as a good place to put his still hard cock. When he moved to put this idea into action though, he felt Nicole pushing him back.

"That's enough for you for the moment, Professor," Nicole said authoritatively. "Let me look at those cuts of yours."

Don had already noticed that he had stopped bleeding very quickly, and had guessed that the XYZ in his system would help him heal rapidly, so he wasn't particularly surprised when Nicole said, "That's just incredible! Both of these cuts have almost closed up already -- not only don't you need stitches, which is good because we don't have anything to stitch you up with, but I'll bet you're healed in a couple of days."

"Excellent!" Don grinned. "Let's get back to the good stuff!"

"Hold on," she laughed. "I don't want you to mess those wounds up by bumping into something or rolling over on them. I'll just bandage them to protect them a bit."

While Nicole quickly wrapped his forearm and bandaged his shoulder, Tascha, Nina and the others moved into the larger bedroom, which had the distinct benefit of having something more comfortable to play upon than a stone floor and a wooden bench. Don found the sounds of their play extremely distracting. It didn't help matters that Nicole and he were quite naked, and her dark skin still glistened with droplets of water.

Finishing up, she said, "Now try to take it a bit easy at least until tomorrow."

"This headache I've got is probably going to see to that," Don smiled as he ran a hand over her smooth thigh and up her side.

"I'm sure you've got a mild concussion," she nodded, while reaching down to take his cock in her hand for some idle stroking. "Make sure you drink plenty of water."

"Yes, ma'am," he smiled.

At that moment, the quartet in the other room hit a crescendo of passionate moaning interspersed with "Oh god!" "Fuck!" and "Yes, yes, yes!" Nicole leaned in to kiss Don lightly on the lips. She smiled, said, "While I've got you all to myself for the moment..." and straddled his lap, her knees on either side of him on the bench.

Don grinned up at her as she took his hardness in her hand and guided it into her waiting pussy. As she sank down on him, he took her by the back of the neck and pulled her down so that he could give her a long, passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, and he ran his hands up her back. As their tongues moved against each other, questing and probing, their bodies moved against each other; Don's cock slipped in and out of Nicole's smooth, tight pussy, as her pelvis rocking against his abdomen. 

When they broke their kiss, Nicole smiled at him and asked, "Are you sure you want to leave all this behind, Professor?"

"This behind?" he grinned as he dropped his hands to squeeze her ass.

"Well, that too," she laughed. "If we get back to Earth we should definitely look each other up. But you know what I mean; do you really want to give up this sexual paradise?"

"It's more complicated than that," Don said. "Both Tascha and I have people we'd like to see again, though she's certainly more motivated as far as that goes. She really does love Sarah and wants to get back to her. If Tascha weren't here I'd definitely want to get back home to see her eventually."

"Eventually, eh?" Nicole smiled as she bobbed up and down on his hard shaft.

"Well, I'm certainly not saying I'm not enjoying the hell out of this place," Don said. To accentuate that thought he paused to revel in the feeling of her tight, wet embrace pumping his cock. "But don't you think that after a while you're going to want to do more than wander about having sex?"

"Um," Nicole leaned and kissed the side of his neck as a tremor passed through her body, and then said, "right at the moment I have to admit I'm not sure. This feels pretty damn good!"

"Yeah, it does," smiled Don. Then, holding on to her ass, he stood up, hoisting Nicole up, impaled on his shaft. She laughed and promptly wrapped her legs around him. Taking a few quick steps across the chamber to the wall where there was no bench, Don leaned her back against the stone wall, and began to fuck in and out of her vigorously.

Nicole grinned and said, "Yes, fuck me, Professor! Slam that cock into me!"

His headache out of his consciousness, Don focused on doing just what Nicole said, driving in and out of her almost violently. Each thrust slapped her butt against the wall, and elicited an exclamation that was half-grunt and half "yes!" After several minutes of Don's pile driving, she clenched her eyes closed and said, "Oh god! Yes, fuck, damn -- yes! Fuck!"

She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, holding him tightly to and inside her as she shook and trembled with her intense orgasm. Don merely held still, holding her up and enjoying the feeling of her body in his arms and wrapped around his sex.

As she was slowly coming down, she smiled up at him and said, "It's going to take me a long time to get tired of that."

Don grinned and said, "I know exactly what you mean."

"Hey! You're supposed to be taking it easy!" she mock scolded. "Put me down."

Don lowered her and bent down enough to slip out of her slippery, wet embrace. Then, hand in hand they went to see what was going on in the outer room.

As it turned out, the little girl-on-girl orgy had subsided into a drowsy, cuddling almost-nap. Nina had slipped away to report that the Sisterhood's guests did not require anything else at this time. When Nicole and Don climbed on to the bed, Shelonda promptly reached out for Don's hard penis. Finding it slick with Nicole's juices, she lowered her head and began to lick and suck him clean. Apart from this little activity, though, everyone seemed inclined to rest a little. They all expected the evening to be quite raucous. 

Later, after everyone had at least dozed for a bit, it was Nicole who remembered that Tascha hadn't finished her story. So, Tascha finished telling them about her time with the men, including the bit about the double anal penetration which impressed everyone, and then went on to relate how she'd been tied up and frustrated, and what had happened when she gave in. Don had many questions along the way. Hearing about Tascha and sex was one of his favorite things.

Tascha told how she'd essentially climbed out of a window and made her escape, which both amused and impressed everyone, and then about her encounter with the Bull. Here, of course, Amy was able to add details, starting with, "You should have seen her, bent forward, leaning against a tree while that big beast fucked her with his huge cock!"

The room was getting quite dark when Tascha got to the part about how she'd gone down on Amy and admitted, "I'd like to have one of you put your hand in me like that."




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Amy grinned and said, "Well, there's no time like the present!"

Don, who, thanks to all the naked women and Tascha's sexy story, was now quite horny, was looking forward to seeing Tascha being pleasured by Amy, and probably the other women. Unfortunately, at just that moment the room was filled with light as a torch-bearing Nina entered and said, "The banquet is ready."

Once they'd dressed in their respective "action wear" as Tascha mischievously called it, they followed Nina through the halls of the ancient castle into the main hall. The large tables were heaped with flowers and bowls of fruit. The sisters stood to welcome them as they entered. Don noticed that they had taken off their armor and were now wearing decidedly feminine garb of a particularly skimpy bent. More than a few of the women were bare breasted, and all of them seemed to be dressed so that easy access was guaranteed. At the far end of the hall, stood Daphne wearing a sheer black robe cinched around her waist with a silver cord. Her thick dark hair spilled loosely over her shoulders and down her back.

"As our honored guests, please accept this banquet in your honor," Daphne said and then actually bowed in Don's direction. The other sisters also bowed at their entrance.

"You honor us by your hospitality, sisters," Don answered.

Nina led them to a table at the far end of the room, near the one by which Daphne and Brigit stood. As he drew near Daphne, Don caught her eye and smiled a bit smugly. She responded by smiling in return and nodding. 

When Don and his party of four women were seated, the sisters also sat and began to eat, drink and be merry. 

As he ate some grapes, Don turned to Tascha, who was sitting next to him and said, "So, you seem to be enjoying the more exotic citizens of Eros."

She grinned at him and said, "We need to find you a harpy or a mermaid. And yeah, I'm doing my best to enjoy anything I can get my hands on."

Smiling warmly, Don said, "It suits you. We saw you with the satyrs by the way, twice." He told her briefly about spying her with them at their campsite, before they were about to try to rescue her, and then seeing her in the Wizard's mirror. He concluded by saying, "I have to admit, I just love watching you have sex."

"Right back at ya, stud," she winked. "I also have to admit that I'm starting to really enjoy being watched. I feel like I'm the star of a huge erotic adventure movie or something."

"I know exactly what you mean."

"But, tell me more about this Wizard."

Don gave her the story of the Wizard and his wife in a fairly brief synopsis -- with far less detail than had been drawn out of her in regard to her adventures. When he was done he said, "We'll go back there after this, to return the carpet, get some fresh clothes and try to figure out our next move."

"And to have more sex, I hope," she smiled impishly.

"Well, of course," Don laughed. "Speaking of which..." he gestured to the rest of the room. While at first the sisters had been content to talk about the events of the day and steal glances over at their guests while they ate, a few soon came over to talk to Don's companions. It didn't take long before Shelonda was making out with the tall woman with short, jet-black hair who had been guarding the gate earlier, and who now sported a purple bruise along her cheekbone and temple where Don's staff had struck her. Amy had removed her khaki shorts and unbuttoned her shirt, and was sitting up on the edge of the table while a sister busied herself licking Amy's pussy. Nicole had hiked her white skirt up a little and was sitting on the face of sister who was lying on the floor. All around the room, women were engaged in various acts of lesbian play. Don thought back to Nicole's comments earlier and admitted that it would take him quite a long time to get tired of this place. He noticed that his headache was completely gone at about the same moment that he felt Tascha's hand moving up his thigh. As he turned to smile at her, he noticed Daphne. The cool beauty was surveying the rest of the room aloofly.

"Our hostess isn't enjoying herself," Don said to Tascha.

"I'm not sure she knows how," Tascha said.

"Oh, she knows," Don laughed. "I think she's got things on her mind. Why don't we go take care of some business with her?"

Tascha frowned at him in confusion, but took the hand he offered and followed him over to where Daphne sat at her table.

"You seem troubled, Daphne," Don said as he sat down next to her. Tascha sat down on the other side of the sister. 

"I am wondering how what's happened today will affect the Sisterhood," she nodded.

Don took an empty cup, nodded at the pitcher of water in front of Daphne, and said, "I'm thirsty."

Daphne looked at him with murder in her eyes for a moment, but then reached for the pitcher and filled his glass. Seeing that Tascha had also set a cup in front of herself, Daphne filled that too.

"As I said earlier," Don said after taking a long drink of water, "we intend to leave tomorrow. If anyone questions your authority you will have the pleasure of correcting them."

Daphne smiled with cold but real amusement at the thought of quelling any insubordination. Then, she said, "There is the problem of the Bull. Now that he has been tamed, we cannot use his myth to keep our servants in order."

"Most of your servants stay here and serve you because that's what they want to do," Tascha said. "Their submissive nature keeps them in check. You should let anyone who escapes on their own go anyway."

"In fact, I insist that you do," Don said seriously.

"However," Tascha added, "I don't think you're fully appreciating the Bull. I'm sure he would be happy to patrol the forest around here for you, and help you defend yourselves if it came to that."

"Why would he do that?" Daphne asked skeptically. "We've never done anything but chase him away."

"Well, he's really quite pleasant, and he has needs that I'm sure some of the sisters would be happy to satisfy," Tascha smiled. "I can assure you it's mutually satisfying."

Daphne looked at Tascha and genuinely smiled, "I really have underestimated you, pup."

"Why don't you make it a ritual," Don suggested. "Either draw lots for who gets 'sacrificed' to the Bull, say once a week..."

"They'll want to do it nightly once they give it a try," Tascha corrected.

Don laughed, "OK, well, either draw lots or make it a reward for success in a competition."

Daphne thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I can see how that would be acceptable."

"Tascha was telling me about the men you keep," Don changed the subject. "She says they showed her wonderful hospitality. It seems to me that, in honor of my victory today, and to reward them for being so nice to Tascha, that you ought to let them join in the party tonight -- freely. You can tell them it's a one night only gift."

Daphne scowled at this thought, but then nodded, saying, "As you will."

"But first, I have a request..." Tascha began.

After Tascha explained what she had in mind, Daphne called for Brigit and gave some brief instructions which the big blonde hurried to carry out. After waiting for a few minutes, while they watched the casual orgy around them, Daphne stood up and clapped for the sisters' attention. Surprisingly quickly the play stopped and the sisters looked to their leader.

"We are going to begin a new tradition tonight, in honor of our guests and to commemorate the unmatched prowess of Don, a male. Come with me, sisters, out to the courtyard."

Don and Tascha followed close behind Daphne as she led the crowd of disheveled and curious women out into the courtyard and to the big hole in the floor through which she and Don had fallen earlier. She took a seat in what was apparently her reserved chair and indicated that Don and Tascha should sit on either side of her. Don could see that the pit with the big mattress had been lit by torches and that the three of them and anyone else who could get a "ring side" seat would have a pretty good view of anything that happened below on that mattress. 

Don looked for the other women in his party, but could only see Shelonda, sitting a short distance away, her feet dangling down into the pit. When everyone had a chance to find a position around the big hole, Daphne stood and the crowd got quiet again. In her commanding voice, Daphne said, "Our guest, Tascha, who is the most interesting pup I have ever had the pleasure of breaking, says one serving girl deserves special recognition for the hospitality she showed our dear pup. Yes, there she is."

Brigit appeared on the opposite side of the hole, holding Nina by the arm. The little serving girl seemed quite frightened.

"Tascha has recommended a particular reward for this girl, and for the men who treated her so well the other day."

Nina looked confused, and then startled as Brigit shoved her out over the edge and into the pit. The tiny brunette sprawled out on the big mattress below. 

Daphne addressed those who were in the chamber below the big opening in the floor, saying, "Men, in honor of Don's victory here today, and of your service to Tascha the other day, you will be allowed to come up and join us in our celebration tonight, and any time Don returns to visit us."

There was a murmur of excitement both from the men below and around the circle of women above.

"However," Daphne said loudly, "before you can come up here, each of you must come in or on this young woman."

All the sisters applauded this announcement, and the men didn't seem to mind either. As Daphne sat down, a gate was opened by two sisters and three men hurried into the mattress area. Little Nina was kneeling by the time they surrounded her, and she quickly grabbed for their cocks. She seemed to not know what to do with so much man flesh, but she was certainly eager to figure it out quickly. Soon she was sucking on one cock and stroking the other two. The man she was sucking held on to her head and fucked himself in and out of her mouth. Before too long he was shoving more forcefully, which Nina didn't seem to mind at all. Then, clearly, he was coming, filling her mouth with his seed. Nina tried her best to swallow it all, but quite a bit spilled out of her mouth to run down her chin and splatter on her tiny breasts.

"Let him climb up," Daphne ordered, and the rope ladder Don and Daphne had used earlier was dropped over the edge. As the first man made his way a bit awkwardly across the mattress and started climbing up, Nina turned her oral attention to the prick she'd been stroking with her right hand. 

Daphne leaned over to Don and said, "You should have seen pup, here, when she was down there. I thought she was going to fight and resist, but she just threw herself into it. I've never seen a more wanton slut. I would say the men used her thoroughly, but I think she was using them for the most part. It was quite impressive."

Don smiled across at Tascha, who had only been able to tell that she was the subject of Daphne's comment. She gave Don a quizzical look and then went back to watching Nina. Don said to Daphne, "She's really amazing. I understand she pleasured you as well."

"Yes, she finally behaved herself like a good pup," Daphne smiled smugly.

"I think it's time you returned the favor," Don said.

"Oh, you do?" Daphne said in her old haughty tone.

Don fixed her with a steady gaze, smiled derisively, and said, "In fact, now."

Daphne looked like she considered defiance, but then her expression softened and she bowed her head. She pushed her chair back and got down on her knees, and turned toward Tascha.

"Tascha, turn your chair this way," Don said. He said this loud enough that several of the nearby sisters looked over to see what was going on at that end of the gallery. 

Tascha seemed about to object that she was enjoying the show, but then she saw Daphne kneeling next to her. With an amused expression, Tascha turned her chair so that she faced Daphne, who promptly leaned in to run her hands up Tascha's smooth legs.

Tascha smiled down at the haughty beauty and scooted forward in her chair, taking the time to pull her skirt up. Daphne dropped to her hands and knees and began to kiss her way up along Tascha's spread thighs. As Daphne reached Tascha's pussy, Tascha leaned back and smiled. She cupped her left breast in her hand, squeezing through the thin fabric of her tight tank top.

On the mattress below, Nina had gotten two more men to come for her, and their jizz ran down her chin. As three more came onto the mattress, she got onto her hands and knees so that she could suck one while another fucked her from behind. The two eligible men quickly clambered up to be welcomed by the horny sisters.

Don was only barely aware of these things, though. Instead he was focused on watching Tascha as she enjoyed what Daphne was doing with her mouth and tongue. He reached out and ran his hand over Daphne's butt. He could feel her firm muscles through the sheer fabric of her robe. Without another thought, Don pushed his own chair back. He stood up and quickly got rid of his clothing. Then, kneeling behind Daphne, he threw the back of her robe aside. Don caressed the perfect, tight ass in front of him, and then ran his hand down between her legs and felt the warrior woman's dewy lips. As he pushed his fingers up inside Daphne, she pushed back against him, asking for more. Happy to oblige, Don took his hard cock in hand and pushed the fat head against her waiting opening. Slipping between her lips, Don penetrated Daphne once again. This time, as he filled her he pushed her forward into Tascha. 

Don and Tascha looked at each other as he held Daphne's hips and fucked in and out of that wonderfully hot, wet and tight pussy, and as she held Daphne's dark head pressed against her. Don wasn't worried about coming, and only focused on maintaining a good, strong, steady rhythm which was carried through Daphne and delivered to Tascha. All the while, Tascha and Don held each other's gaze. That is, until Tascha closed her eyes and let her head loll back. Don watched as her chest rose and fell, and then as she arched her back and gasped. Daphne kept at it, and Don kept at Daphne, until Tascha fell back in her chair.

After a moment to catch her breath, Tascha said, "Why don't you let Daphne and me change places so you can give me the real thing, Professor?"

"Good idea!" Don grinned. He slowly pulled out of Daphne, who began to rise to switch places with Tascha. Tascha leaned forward abruptly, though, and caught Daphne's head in her hands. Without any other warning, Tascha was kissing Daphne hard and deep. Though obviously she was initially surprised by this, Daphne was quickly responding in kind, returning Tascha's passionate kiss with enthusiasm. 

Don smiled at this. These two women clearly had developed a strange, complicated relationship. He took a moment to glance down into the pit, where he saw a muscular, dark-skinned, bald man with an impressive organ preparing to enter Nina, who was lying on her back with her legs spread wide and a sloppy grin on her pretty little face.

"That's Victor," Tascha said. "I want to take him with us if we can."

"Uh, OK," Don said. Then Tascha kissed him on the cheek quickly before getting on her hands and knees between Daphne's legs. While Don had been momentarily distracted, Tascha had quickly stripped and Daphne had shrugged out of her robe. Don looked down to see Tascha's pale butt offered up before him and couldn't resist taking a moment to caress and squeeze it. There was also her strong, thin back ending in her tousled hair as she went to work between Daphne's gorgeous long legs. Daphne's body, which he was seeing naked for the first time, was simply amazing -- perfect abs, beautiful full, firm tits, strong muscles -- amazing! Daphne smiled across Tascha's bare back at him in the night, and he pushed into Tascha. 

Tascha shoved back against him and he began to fuck steadily in and out of her wonderful pussy. Remembering Tascha's stories, Don took his cock out of her for a moment, replacing it with his thumb. When he got his organ into her pussy again, Don pressed his slippery thumb against Tascha's puckered asshole. Tascha managed to make an audible sign of encouragement, and Don pushed his thumb into her. Soon he was alternating -- pushing into her pussy with his cock while drawing back his thumb, and then pulling his cock out as he shoved his thumb into her ass -- and Tascha was rocking her pelvis against him, clearly enjoying herself. Don felt Tascha's fingers brushing against him as she reached back to play with her clit. All the while, Tascha kept going down on Daphne, who leaned back in her chair, pushing herself forward into Tascha's mouth while she let her head and beautiful hair hang back and squeezed those wonderful tits in her strong hands. 

In spite of, or perhaps because of, the fact that she had just climaxed, Tascha was the first to come. She moaned and shuddered between Don and Daphne, her pussy and ass clasping at his cock and thumb. She never stopped licking at Daphne though, and soon the raven haired beauty was writhing in her chair as wave after wave of orgasm wracked that gorgeous body.

Don withdrew his thumb and gave Tascha a moment to recuperate. Daphne raised her head and looked across at Don and down at Tascha with a satisfied smile. Then, she slipped down out of her chair, pushing Tascha up and back. Don sat back on his haunches as Tascha rose against him, still mounted on his hard cock. As soon as Tascha's head was high enough, Daphne held it in her hands and returned the deep, passionate kiss Tascha had given her earlier. Pressed between Don and Daphne, Tascha squirmed on the former's cock while making out with the latter. Don slipped his hands between the two women and cupped Tascha's tits in them. He felt Daphne's full breasts pressed against the backs of his hands. Tascha's hands were roaming up and down Daphne's back while holding the athletic woman tightly to her. Daphne, meanwhile, reached around Tascha with one hand to hold Don tightly against Tascha's back, and down with the other to get her strong fingers between Tascha's legs. Don's head was next to Tascha's, and he lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing it through wisps of her hair. Then Daphne was kissing him, hungrily and passionately. Tascha, sandwiched between the two of them, continued to squirm and shift on Don's shaft.

Then, Don felt Daphne's fingers pushing up into Tascha's pussy along with his cock. Tascha stiffened at this unexpected intrusion, but then began to rock her hips, working herself on the penis and fingers that filled her. Daphne went back to making out with Tascha, letting Don go back to kissing and biting at Tascha's neck. Don pinched Tascha's nipples between his fingers, and then sharply increased the pressure. Breaking her kiss, Tascha cried out and began to come again. She shook and bucked between her two lovers, moaning and whimpering until she sagged, spent, in their embrace.

Daphne took her fingers from Tascha's very wet crotch and gave both Don and Tascha an almost tender kiss, and said, "Come to my chamber when you're through with the party." Then, Daphne got to her feet, collected her robe and disappeared into the night. 

Tascha relaxed against Don's chest as he caressed her, running his hands over her belly. She sighed and said, "That was nice." When he strayed too close to her clit, though, she laughed and said, "No, I think I could use a little break. Let's see what's going on around here."

When they finally managed to disengage themselves and stand up, Don and Tascha saw that although a few people were still watching the spectacle of Nina getting fucked by one guy after another, the vast majority of people in the courtyard were busy with their own sexual activities. Due to the flickering quality of torchlight, Don found it hard at first to distinguish individuals, and instead saw a wild vista of naked, struggling flesh lit in red, yellow and orange. The first distinct group he made out was a nearby threesome consisting of two sisters and a diminutive woman who must be one of the serving girls. The girl was on her hands and knees between one of the sister's legs, while the second sister knelt to the side, one hand teasing her companion's bare tits and the other behind the serving girl, pushing what looked like a thick dildo in and out of the girl's ass.




Lost in Eros 2: The Forest 14



Tascha's hand slipped into his, and they began to slowly work their way around the hole in the floor of the courtyard. The first of their companions that they saw was Nicole, who was engaged in what looked like an intense session with one of the sisters -- Don thought it might be the blonde who had tried to stab him with her spear earlier. Nicole and the sister were kissing passionately as their hands worked intently between the other's legs. The muscular blonde, comparatively pale, was an interesting contrast to Nicole's petite body and dark skin.

Next they spied Shelonda, who was in the middle of an interesting foursome. Shelonda was leaning back against a section of wall, as a sister knelt in front of her to lick at Shelonda's pussy. A second sister leaned over to suck at Shelonda's luscious tits, while one of the men fucked this second sister from behind. Shelonda saw Don and Tascha, smiled over at them and gave a little wave.

Before they found Amy, they noticed Brigit. The striking blonde valkyrie was kneeling over another sister's face, squeezing her own large tits. Tascha tugged Don's arm and said, "I owe her some attention before the night is over."

"Why don't we go over now?" Don asked.

"No, she looks like she's having fun," smiled Tascha. "Oh, there's Amy."

Amy had managed to secure the attentions of two of the men. She was on her hands and knees while one of the men was fucking her steadily from behind and the other was letting her suck his stiff cock with her customary enthusiasm. Don thought she looked particularly good like that, with the soft curve of her back and the swaying of her beautiful tits, not to mention the erotic sight of her mouth wrapped around a cock, which Don especially liked. 

"That looks like fun!" Tascha grinned. 

"Well, all we need to do is find another..."

"Victor!" Tascha pointed across a small orgy of bodies, where Don could see the muscular, dark skinned and bald man kneeling behind a woman who was engaged in a 69 with another woman. As Tascha drew Don closer, Victor drew himself back so the women could roll into a side position. Before he could get back into the action, Tascha called out and touched his shoulder. 

Victor looked around and smiled warmly, "Hello, Tascha."

"Victor, this is Don," Tascha said with what Don thought was an actual touch of nervousness. Don was amused to notice that Tascha had at least a little crush on Victor. She hurried on with, "Come play with us."

"I'd be happy to," Victor grinned and quickly got to his feet. He was a bit taller than Don and much more muscular. His erect penis, which stood out proudly in front of him, was quite impressive, though not as big as Igor's or the Player's.

Tascha took both men by the hand and led them off to a side of the courtyard near one of the crumbling walls. There was a pile of pillows there that Don hadn't noticed before, and as soon as she got to them Tascha promptly knelt on them. Before either man could do anything, Tascha had a cock in each hand, stroking them happily and enthusiastically. There was enough torchlight here that Don could easily watch as Tascha bent forward and to the side a little to get her mouth on Victor's prodigious prick. He watched her take his head into her mouth and suck on it greedily, and then as she stretched her mouth to get more of him into her mouth. He thought she was beautiful as she moved herself up and down on that thick shaft. Each time she got him a bit further into her mouth and down into her throat. She certainly had gotten better at giving blowjobs!

All the time she was fucking Victor's cock with her mouth and throat, Tascha continued to squeeze and stroke Don. His cock was almost painfully hard, as the sight of Tascha having sex like this was one of the most intensely erotic things he'd ever seen.

When she had as much of Victor's cock down her throat as she could manage, Tascha pulled back and smiled up at him, saying, "My pussy misses you, Victor. Get behind me and fuck me."

As soon as she got on her hands and knees, facing Don, Victor knelt behind her and began to push his big cock into her waiting pussy. Tascha looked so tiny and pale in front of the big man, and when he leaned over a little, Don could see the thick shaft of Victor's cock disappearing into her tight vagina. As if this weren't intense enough, Tascha was moaning and calling encouragement, "Yes, just like that! Fill me up with that beautiful cock!"

Then, Tascha caught hold of Don's hard on and drew him to her mouth. Without the slightest of preliminaries she lowered her mouth on his head and proceeded to take him past her lips, over her tongue and down her throat. At first she had her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, but she soon let go to use that hand to support herself on the pillows beneath her -- her other hand was busy reaching back between her legs to play with herself. 

Don held her head in his hands as he gently fucked his cock in and out of her mouth and throat. When she murmured her encouragement around his organ, Don pushed into her with more abandon. Her slender, fit form swayed between the hands that held her head and her narrow waist. Don thought this was the hottest moment of his life, and then Tascha was coming -- moaning loudly on his cock as she shook between the two men. She was a furnace of lusty ecstasy grasping and sucking on their sex organs hungrily.

Both Don and Victor held still inside her until she began to come down from her climax. Then, she pushed Don back until she could say over her shoulder, "Fuck my ass, Victor!"

"Gladly!" he grinned. He drew his glistening pole out of Tascha's pussy and proceeded to press the big head against her ass.

"Yes, that's right. Put it in... Ohhhhhh fuck! Oh god!" Tascha exclaimed. "That feels so good!"

Don knelt there and watched for a minute as Victor pushed himself deep into Tascha's ass. Her head hung down, with her hair falling on the pillow beneath her. Victor pulled back a long way and then slowly pushed back in. Tascha let out a long, low, happy groan. Victor repeated this, and this time, when he began to slide back in, Tascha pushed back on him, saying, "Fuck me!"

Victor promptly began to work in and out of Tascha's backside as Don watched. The big man was certainly capable of doing most of the work, his hands on her waist pulling and pushing her in time to his thrusting, using her light body for his pleasure, but Tascha was definitely a full participant, working herself back and forth, shoving back hard against Victor's strong muscles. 

Don thought back again to Tascha's stories and had an idea. He leaned in over Tascha's back and said to Victor, "Lift her up in front of you."

Victor smiled and nodded, and then reached down to raise Tascha up so that she was sitting back against his front. Naturally she still had his thick cock up inside her ass. Having some idea of what Don had in mind, Victor leaned back and parted his legs so Don could get in close enough. 

Seeing Don in front of her with his own hard cock ready for action, Tascha also caught on quickly and spread her legs for him. Don walked on his knees until he could push the head of his cock up inside Tascha's exposed pussy. He smiled at her as he pushed himself into her. The sensation of being inside her while Victor's thick cock stretched her ass was quite new.

"God yes - that feels so good!" Tascha said as she threw her arms around Don's neck. "Fuck me, boys!"

Victor leaned her forward a bit, so that the three of them were more nearly vertical. Don and Victor fucked in and out of her steadily, but it was Tascha, working herself between the two of them who was doing most of the work. It seemed to Don as if she had gone into a lust-crazed frenzy, riding up and down on their cocks and rubbing her sweaty body between them as if she couldn't get enough of every sensation she was experiencing.

When she came again, Tascha cried out shrilly and bit down on Don's shoulder. She writhed there, clenching and gasping for a full minute before she sagged limply in the embrace of her two male lovers. 

The first thing she said after that was a whispered, "I fucking love you, Don."

He smiled, kissed her, and said, "I fucking love you too, Tascha."

Then Amy interrupted the moment by dropping to her knees next to them, her face and tits glistening with sweat and cum, and saying, "Who's your friend, Tascha?"

Tascha laughed, "Amy this is Victor; Victor, Amy. You're going to like Victor, Amy."

In another minute or two, Tascha and Don were watching Amy suck and then fuck Victor's big organ. When he filled her pussy with his cum, Tascha knelt down to lick her clean. Don took this opportunity to slip his still very hard cock into Tascha from behind. 

"No, no," Tascha said over her shoulder, "please come in my ass, love."

Don promptly pushed his slippery manhood deep into Tascha's butt. He held onto her hips and drove himself into her, reveling in the tight, hot grip of her ass. It wasn't long at all before he finally came, shooting a flood of cum up into Tascha's bowels.  

Of course, the party didn't end there, but went on for several hours. Shortly after he came, Don got hard again, while watching Amy lick Tascha's clit and fuck her entire hand in and out of Tascha's pussy. Nina eventually crawled up out of the pit and was welcomed by Tascha and Shelonda who had great fun cleaning the serving girl up with their mouths. Don amused Tascha very much by bending Wanda over a chair and fucking her ass, and Tascha got a chance to repay Brigit with a long 69 and quite a few orgasms. 

Then, late in the evening, Tascha led Don, Shelonda and Nicole out of the castle, where she called for the Bull. When the minotaur quickly came out of the trees, Tascha explained to him that the sisters would be coming out to visit him from time to time and wouldn't run away. To make sure he understood, Tascha suggested that Shelonda and Nicole might sample his large phallus. The two girls, who had only heard about the satyrs and Tascha and Amy's earlier encounter with the minotaur, were quite happy to agree to this idea. So, Don found himself amused to watch first Shelonda and then Nicole hoisted up and held by the Bull and then bouncing up and down on his thick pole. Each of them came to loud, enthusiastic orgasms before Tascha joined them in gathering around to have the minotaur spray his cum all over their upturned faces and breasts.

Finally, Don and Tascha found their way into Daphne's chamber, where the three of them expended the last of their sexual energy for the night in an intense and blissfully confused encounter that left them piled together in a deep satisfied sleep.

To be continued in

Lost in Eros

Book III: The Resort