2 comments/ 60239 views/ 44 favorites The Misadventures of Mistress Mamms By: Lich Lord In the Deepcleavage Valley, there was an ancient phallus shaped wizards tower known as "The Tower of Mamms" for this was the home of the well known, evil sorceress Mistress Mamms. Mistress Mamms was as genius, as genius could be, when it came to book smarts, but she was about as bright as a kobold when it came to common sense. Her cruel and unusual behavior rubbed off onto her from her mentor, and mother, Melissa the Mellonous. Mistress Mamms was searching the shelves of her library, one day, looking for her herbalism book. As she searched frantically amongst the shelves her enormous bosom, that was tightly confined in a dark purple gown that looked a little to tight around the her huge tits, bounced and jiggled heavily. Even overly constricted in that super tight gown which showed off an ample amount of cleavage, they moved up and down with every one of her frustrated steps from her incredulously long legs. Mistress Mamms quit searching for a minute and took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and brought her hands up to her face, moving them upwards through her raven-black hair covered head. Opening her eyes she saw herself in a large standing mirror. She took in the sight of her impressive figure and started to focus on the full roundness of her breasts. They were magnificent. Being extremely huge (44GG in our worlds measurements) without a hint of sag, they jutted outwards and upwards. Her deep purple gown opened up wide at the front of her collar and ran down to just below her sternum, leaving a wide open valley of mountainous cleavage. On the right side of her leg, the gown had a slit running all the way up to her hip. She dropped her hands down to her hips and struck a sexy pose. Inhaling deeply she held her breath and pushed her breasts out from her chest. Her eyes widened as she saw how big she could make them, it was enough to bring a crooked smile from the full, red lips of Mistress Mamms, and a gasp of shock from a shadowy corner of the room. Whirling towards the sound, the sorceress saw nothing but still asked a, "Who's there?" At first there was no answer, but within seconds a silhouetted three-foot tall figure with bat-like wings, reptilian eyes, a bald knobby head, razor sharp teeth, abnormally big hands, and a long two-foot tail, materialized while clutching a book to its chest. "My book, in the hands of an imp!" shouted Mistress Mamms "Give it to me! NOW!" commanded the mistress. The imp glared at the sorceress and then smiled wickedly. A plan was coming to mind. The imp held the book out with a snide grin; the mistress made a grab for it, but as soon as she did the imp and the book disappeared. A second later the imp reappeared laying across the top of the heavy oaken bookshelf that was behind Mistress Mamms with his long tail hanging limply over the edge of the bookshelf and his head propped up under one of his huge hands as he leaned on his elbow. Except this time he had no book with him. "All I'll give it to you alright, I'll give it to you real good, magling." Mistress Mamms whirled around again causing her massive mammaries to bounce and shake from side to side. An action that didn't go unnoticed from the ogling little imp. Anger blocked out any perception at the sexual statement that the imp had already made in counter to her demand. "I warn you demon, you better hand over my book or I will smite you back to the pits of hell where you came from." The imp rolled his eyes and gave an insolent yawn. "Such tough talk from an amateur. Really do think that I cannot see your power, mortal. It is a natural ability for one of my kind to detect magic and though it surrounds you. It only does lightly. No, if anyone could do anything serious to anybody in this room. I would have to bet on myself." The imp was right and Mistress Mamms knew it too. She was a powerful mage, but not even close enough to be able to compete with such a powerful creature as an imp. This being was forged in the fires of hell and served lichs and demon lords as personal servants and spies. This one must have done something great indeed to get its freedom to roam the plains alone. Such a thing was very rare, but not unheard off. "Why then does such a powerful being as yourself" said Mistress Mamms bitterly and sarcastically "need such a simple book such as herb lore then?" "The book?" questioned the imp with a raised leathery eyebrow "I could care less about such a tome. Such knowledge is beneath me." "Oh really." interrupted Mistress Mamms "Then perhaps my lord would care to share with a fellow magic user all that he knows?" asked Mistress Mamms. The imp narrowed his eyes as he stared at her. "You can't be serious." He said plainly. Mistress Mamms narrowed her eyes back "What is it you want then, fool?" hissed Mistress Mamms through clenched teeth. "To strike a deal, I'll give you back your book if you let me have my way with you for one day." With that the imp leaped up from his prone position to both feet and his tail started to erect and change shape. Within seconds it was hard and phallus shaped. It looked just like a human cock that protruded out from his back and curved around between his little legs, sticking out at about two and one-half feet. Mistress Mamms gasped and brought her hands to her mouth causing her arms to press tightly up against her gigantic jugs, pushing them outwards towards the sides. Rarely had she ever had sex, because she was to busy studying and practicing her magic, but the times she did have an occasional fling with some poor bastard, who she usually ended up killing and then turned into a zombie to roam the lower chambers as a bodyguard. In her entire life, however she had never seen a cock as big as this. "By the Gods, it's huge!" she finally shouted as her eyes nearly popped out of her head. "There's no way I can take that thing it will kill me!" she blurted out loudly. "All right, I tell you what." Said the imp "How about you suck and slobber all over my huge dong here and then let me have a crack at those wonderful tits of yours. What do ya say bitch?" Still staring at the generous rod Mistress Mamms didn't even care about the imp calling her a bitch. In the back of her mind she knew she need her herbalism book, but she also new that if she didn't comply with the little demon then she would never see it again. To find a herbalism tome so well detailed and so knowledgeable was a hard enough task in the first place she didn't really want to have to go through the burden of finding another one like she did the first time. "All right you little bastard, you can fuck my tits and I'll suck your dick but don't you dare cum in my mouth." "Or you'll do what, you big titted bitch?" asked the imp firmly. Mistress Mamms didn't reply, she knew she was cornered all she could do was frown at the little demon with great disdain. The only thing that she didn't know was that her anger, and reluctance was turning the little imp on. Without warning the imp fluttered his leathery bat-like wings, hovered in the air for a second and flew over to a desk and grabbed a bottle of vegetable oil (a component commonly used in spells) then flew to another corner of the room and grabbed a stool, then flew back in front of Mistress Mamms and placed the stool in front of her. Landing on the stool he then dumped the vegetable oil on his cock and smeared it up and down his huge, vein-covered member. "What are you waiting for whore? Get on your fucking knees!" Yelled the imp. Reluctantly Mistress Mamms complied. The tall busty sorceress slowly bent down to both knees. Halfway down the imp yelled "Hold and push those udders together tight and on your way down aim that magnificent cleavage canyon towards my cock!" Frowning she did as she was told and pushed her big, plump, firm titties together and held them tightly. As she kneeled she felt the imps greased up cock rub up against her skintight gown-covered stomach and slide upward towards her amazing ample hills. The lathered up cock left a streak of vegetable oil on the gowns material as it sliped up and it's head bumped up against the cleft of Mistress Mamms gargantuan boobs. "Come on Tits, let's get on with it!" commanded the imp as the oversized funbags were now within reach of his massive hands. Before Mistress Mamms could react to her new nickname, the imp grabbed both of her tits and pulled the sorceress down hard and fast to her knees. His slimy cock drove through the compressed valley of tit-flesh with such force it slipped right past the ruby red, full lips of Mistress Mamms and passed slightly down her throat. Mistress Mamms eyes went wide with surprise again, but this time they crossed comically as she looked at the obscene cock, that now pumped furiously between her breasts and then promptly strained its way down into her throat. Before she could get a grip on everything (no pun intended) Mistress Mamms felt pressure on the back of her head. The imp had placed both of his hands on the back of her head and started to thrust his pelvis upwards forcing more and more cock in and out of her mouth and between her, now well greased, cleavage. Mistress Mamms eyes went from crossed to rolling back into here head. She felt an unfamiliar stirring in her loins and her pussy juice started to lube her up. Her clitoris became fully erect and her nipples were hard, making extremely obvious protrusions through the stretched fabric of her gown. Amazing, she thought, the first time ever she actually enjoys sex and it's with a perverted little imp. The feelings in her crotch started to build, her temperature started to rise and a feeling of unreserved bliss started to over run her anger and anxiety. "MMMMMMgulpMMMMPHH MMMMMPH MMMMMM MMMMPH!!!" She moaned loudly around the imps cock. The imp left his hands on the back of her head for balance and stability more than having to force her to suck him now. Mistress Mamms was getting into it on her own accord now. Her head bobbed up and down viciously on the imps cock like there was no tomorrow. The imp fucked her mouth and tits like he would have fucked a pussy. Thrusting his vein-covered, throbbing, prick with all of his might up through her tightly pressed titties and into her mouth and down her throat. "Yeah, yeah you fucking bitch! Suck it! Suck it harder! Suck my big fucking cock! Oh yeah!" shouted the imp. Mistress Mamms surprisingly was coherent enough in her frenzy of unbridled lust to comply with the commands she received from her little blackmailer. She moved her tongue around the giant pre-cum spurting cock-head, gulping down the salty jizz as she sucked harder and harder. The suction on the imps cock was unbelievable "She must have done this before. Xasabar, you did real good this time." thought the imp. Xasabar moved his hand from his hands from her head, placed them on her shoulders, and stood on his tiptoes and leaned forward as he put more of his weight on Mistress Mamms chest. Mistress Mamms had to slow down for a moment so she could pull her gown apart across her breasts. The two large spherical globes bounced out and all over due to the sudden bursting from there confining spandex-like prison. Xasabars eyes nearly exploded out from his skull when he saw the massive titties pop out like that. Immediately his hands moved to the mistress's hard nipples and he started to tweak and pull them. Mistress Mamms moved her hands back to the sides of her immense mounds and smothered Xasabars oil-covered cock with her gargantuan cleavage. Xasabar pulled and pulled on her huge thimble sized nipples, extending her breast out from her chest. "MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPGGGGHHHH!!!" She scream/moaned. The pain and the pleasure mixed was really turning her on. Her head was a rapid blur on that huge imp cock and her colossal cones sloshed noisily as they were ravaged brutally by the ever thrusting, ever relentless cock of the imp. Xasabar pulled even harder on her nipples as his pointy ears picked up on the sloshing of her breasts. While pinching and holding onto her nipples he violently started to shake the big boobs up and down crazily. Up and down, up and down, up and down, the mistress's head bobbed feverishly, as she sucked like a mad woman. She felt a welling in the oversized prick, but paid it no heed. The sexual action was to intense to pay attention to anything else. Anything besides the wonderful feeling that had now caused a tiny puddle of vaginal fluid to appear between her kneeling legs was irrelevant. And of course besides the imps hard, throbbing, tit-abusing, mouth fucking cock. Without warning Xasabar stopped shaking her breasts and then clenched them firmly in his large hands as he pressed them hard around his still gyrating cock. Mistress Mamms kept bobbing her head on the imps schlong when all of a sudden SPLURRT SPLURTTT SSPPLURRRTTT SSSSSPPPLLLUURRRTTTT. Xasabars cock erupted like a volcano. Volley after ropey volley of copious amounts of his demon spooge filled her mouth. MMMMMMMMMMMM!!!! MMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!! MMMMMMMMM!!! Whined the mistress, as the salty warm cum flooded her mouth. She tried her best to swallow it all but it was too much. So much semen shot up into her mouth that she couldn't swallow it all. So some ended up squirting out of her nostrils and out the corners of her mouth. OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! Screamed the imp as he emptied out his final load into the sorceress's mouth, thrusting his cock in and out of her throat with the last few spasms of his cock emphasizing each inward thrust with the word "fuck". Mistress Mamms pulled her mouth off the still erect penis, backed up a couple of steps on her knees and started to cough up a bunch of cum that dribbled down her chin and ran down into the deep valley of her cleavage. "Fucking A, that was great Tits!" said Xasabar with a deep sigh of relief. "Holy shit can you suck a mean dick, maybe you should give up magic and start whoring." The mischievous imp added with a sneer. Mistress Mamms was in to much of a daze to respond back to the insult. She simply just tried to catch her breath by concentrating on her breathing. "Do...do you always come like that?" she asked sincerely. "Only when I'm getting blown by a extremely large titted whore wizard who can't keep her most treasured tomes more secure." Replied Xasabar snidely. "What about you bitch? Didn't you cum?" "No not yet." Replied Mistress Mamms as her fingers started to drift down towards her crotch. Xasabar saw this and frowned. He turned towards the desk that held the containers of spell components and saw a chair that was in front of it. "Kirshack." He said as he waved his hand in a horizontal arc and sent the chair in front of the desk soaring through the air and into the side of a stonewall where it shattered to splinters. "Get your ass over their Tits, and bend over the desk facing the wall, you're going to need the support." "Huh...what?" asked the confused sorceress as her half closed eyes began to open wider, while her busy hand started to slow down from playing with her cunt. "You fucking heard me, now move, or I'll shoot a fireball up your ass!" Grudgingly Mistress Mamms got to her feet and walked over slowly to the desk. "Hurry up!" barked Xasabar. Mistress Mamms moved quickly over to the table now, her unleashed juggs bouncing obscenely with every step. This sight now made Xasabars still hardened prick begin to throb even harder. As he looked at his, more than ready, cock. He arrogantly admired how the veins beneath his skin started to pulse with excitement. Mistress Mamms reached her appointed designation and did as she was told knowing what was going to happen and at this point not caring, she was too horny and too curious to not want that cock ramming in an out of her swollen pussy. Xasabar brought the wooden stool over behind her. As he approached he admired her long right leg that was well toned and sleek as it hung outside her gowns slit. Setting the stool down behind her, Xasabar climbed on top and found him self, jaw level with her ass. He thought about eating her out but then thought again. He had other matters he had to attend, and the only way she was going to cum today was by his dick, not his tongue. With a stern nod to himself he made up his mind. "Escar Est Vondul sath bein folversone." He chanted and then the legs on the stool started to grow and hoist Xasabars body upward. The stool stopped growing when Xasabars dick was level with the mistress's cunny. Xasabar reached out towards Mistress Mamms gown and ripped the back part of it off with ease. It came off so clean and easy it looked as it had been removed professionally by a tailor and his scissors. Mistress Mamms felt a cold draft across her ass and looked behind her. She saw that the imp was now evenly level with her pussy and was stroking his massive cock and aiming towards her lips. "Careful, I've only had sex like four times in my life and no one was ever as biiIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Screamed the Mistress turning her head back around facing the wall. Her eyes crossed ludicrously towards the center of her nose. "BY THE GODS...UHHHH...CAREFUL.... UHHHH...CAREFULLLLLL OOOOOOOOHHH AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH UUUUUUHHHHHHH!" Xasabar rammed his vast organ in all the way to the hilt into the tight love canal of Mistress Mamms. Slamming home again and again at a ridiculous pace due to a haste spell he casted on himself under his breath as the mistress was informing him of her sparse sexual counters. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" Moaned Mistress Mamms as drool dribbled out of her slack jaw and then splattered across the wall infront of her and on to her desk. Her humungous tits bounced all over the place at a wild pace thanks to the imp pounding into her like a jackhammer. The big unleashed mounds knocked tossed papers all over the place and knocked over spell component and jars containing snakes, newts, and salamanders everywhere. The slimy and slithering reptiles panicked from the bosomy attack and fled in all directions slithering and crawling across puddles of spilt oils of spell workings on her desk. Some of the little buggers didn't even care where they headed and all oiled up slid right between her oily breasts. Xasabar saw this and quickly released another spell. The snakes that were free were harmless and toothless little Gardner snakes. The spell the imp cast was a "Control Reptile" spell and he mentally commanded the snakes to bite down hard on Mistress Mamms nipples. She let out a loud moan due to this but not as loud as the moan when one bit right onto her clitoris. That snake was able to get up there, thanks to a levitation spell cast by the magical imp. OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOODDDDDDIIIIINNNNNN!!! OOOOHHHH IT FEELS SO GOOD! OOOHHH YESSSS! Hissed Mistress Mamms. Xasabar couldn't believe this bitch didn't cum yet. He had one last trick up his sleeve and he was going to pull it. Xasabar whipped out his cock from her pussy and redirected it to a new orifice. While feeling the little imp pressing the throbbing purplish head of his huge cock up against her winking little butt hole, Mistress Mamms turned around and yelled. "WHAT...WHAT ARE YOU DOING? NO NOT THERE!" Now with a serious frown on her face she continued, "What the hell is going on in that little imp brain of yours? You cant be serious!" "Indeed I am Tits." Replied Xasabar. "QUIT CALLING ME TITS, MY NAME IS MISTRESS MAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMSSS." Disregarding her protest he shoved all two and one-half feet into her ass. Mistress Mamms whirled her head around screamed a blood curdling yell and then some how ended up having a really huge prick in her mouth. OOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNN. The Misadventures of Mistress Mamms Ch. 02 "AAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!" A screech of erotic pleasure soared out across the dusky sky, from the open window atop the sky-scraping, phallus shaped, Tower of Mamms. The shriek was so startling, and so loud, that several flocks of birds fluttered into the air to flee from the noise, deer in the nearby forests ceased their grazing, wolves howled along merrily and wild horses begin to neigh and shift about nervously. Besides the commotion of the local wildlife, a more intelligent creature had also heard the scream. Atop a small isolated summit overlooking the gorge of the Deepcleavage Valley a small goblin-like creature sitting by a diminutive campfire jumped to his feet. "What in the hell was that?" muttered the goblinoid to himself as he swiftly drew a dagger from an archaic leathery sheath that hung on his hip. He ran to the edge of the summit, took a knee and scanned the earth's surface below. Squinting his beady eyes peering into the distance, the goblinoid didn't spot anything that looked to be out of the ordinary. "Definitely female, but… Elven? Human? It was not the scream of a dwarf, gnome or halfling…a succubus maybe?" thought the little goblinoid. The last possible guess of a free demon made the little creature shudder. Coincidentally, the silhouette of an imp flew inconspicuously over the goblinoids head, right at that time. "Best I not think about it, and just leave it be." Said the goblinoid to himself, as he enclosed his trusty blade back into its gristly home. Just as he began to turn back towards his campfire scratching his balding head, another scream was shouted into the air. This time however, words in the common tongue could be understood. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH OH FUCK YES!" Again the little creature whirled around and ran back to the edge of the summit, with more of an expression of irritation then curiosity, but this time however, he did not draw his blade. Dropping, again, to one knee he surveyed the ground beneath him and out towards the horizon, but he still saw nothing. "OH GOD, OH GOD MY ASS! OH FUCK!" That particular yell helped establish a point of origin, and then the goblinoid had spotted in the distance a tower sprouting out, up and over two round boulders at its base. "How the hell did I not see that before? I guess my eyes aren't what they use to be…fucking old age! Sometimes I wonder what makes me think that I still have the necessary tools to properly adventure." Peering even harder hoping to recognize the tower, the goblinoid finally wondered, "What is that place, some kind of wizards tower? Or a giant dick?" "OOOOHHHH! OH MY GOODNESS! AAAHHHH!" A sly smile sprawled across the little creatures face, revealing a bunch of pointy, cavity filled, yellow teeth. "Well whatever it is someone in there is definitely having a good time." Deciding that an investigation would be worth the time, the goblinoid strolled back over to his campfire and reached into his backpack and grabbed a ragged old cloak. "Boy am I glad I decided to take this with me, only once a day for one hour a day, but that should be more than time then to make it there." Strapping the undersized backpack on, then putting the cloak on over that, the little goblinoid put out the fire, and walked slowly over to the precipice of the summit. Standing on the edge of the precipice, the goblinoid grabbed each corner of the cloak and spread it out behind his back mimicking a type of mock wingspan. With his arms spread wide out to his sides the goblinoid thought to himself, "Whoever it is who is moaning, I hope she's hot and worth the show, because I really hate using this thing." Right after he closed his eyes, he let out a deep breath and fell forward off of the precipice. The once illuminated summit, filled with the dancing flames of the campfire, now stood in shadow and silence. Minus the sound of large leathery wings flapping away into the night air. Far above the trees, river and hills of the Deepcleavage Valley an abnormally large bat flew towards the tower. Once close enough to the tower, the bat, began to slow its approach, and then landed awkwardly on the windowsill. Once settled and perched, it peered into the room. The site before the small creature was not totally unexpected, but shocking nevertheless. "Holy Crap!" said the bat out loud. However without the proper vocal cords to speak actual words, "Holy Crap!" sounded more like, "Squeak, squeak!" With his right wing he made a feeble attempt to cover his mouth and then rolled his eyes, in annoyance, remembering to stay quiet. But anyone who would have seen what he currently was looking at, couldn't have possibly have blamed him for making his audible blunder. In the middle of the room, which looked like a cross between a library and a wizard's laboratory, laid a woman of extraordinary beauty. She was sprawled out all over the floor on her back in a disorderly manner. Her alabaster skin was flawless; her face was practically angelic with full red lips. Her long thin, flowing, black hair seemed to run down to the center of her back and end just below her waist, but the most astounding feature of this woman was that she had the most monstrous pair of breasts he had ever seen, and with each exhaled breath, her gigantic tits looked as if they actually ballooned out a little more only to slightly drop to there original size again. "Wow, I got to get a closer look at those." Thought the little bat to himself. Seeing that the woman was well passed out, the bat did not have much concern of alerting her to his presence. As he spread his wings he began to flap in earnest, and was soon airborne again ascending towards a rafter poised directly above the unconscious Mistress Mamms. Clamping his little bat feet to the rafter, the bat hung upside-down and gazed downwards at the magnificent view of the busty beauty from the low ceiling. Mouth agape, the bat began to drool as he marveled at the massive mammaries of Mistress Mamms. When the drool drop at the end of a sticky string of saliva, hanging from the bats mouth, accumulated too much weight. The string broke and a giant glob of bat spit landed right between the enormous gap of Mistress Mamms cleavage. "Wow, those are big, and firm too!" said the bat. "Wait…I can speak common again? How can I speak common when I'm in bat form…Oh fuck." With wide eyes, the goblinoid looked up at his torso and watched helplessly as the enchantment of his cloak began to wear off. "I guess it's been over an hour…SHIT!" Reaching upwards the goblinoid tried to grapple the rafter with his small hands, but unfortunately he couldn't get a secure grip fast enough. The shape change was happening to quickly for the goblinoid to try to keep himself from falling. With a futile expression the goblinoid watched in terror as his bat feet were soon to be changed back into his feet, and then as he quickly looked back at the ground to see exactly where he was going to fall he could now see that the big-titted sorceress was beginning to stir towards consciousness. Knowing it was too late, the goblinoid who was now accepting the rather precarious nature of this situation, mockingly said, "Of course what better time for her to awaken?" Plummeting toward the busty sorceress at a high rate of speed, the goblinoid let out a short scream, "AAHHHH!" The scream, however, was loud enough to completely rouse Mistress Mamms from her current state, and in response her sleepy eyes shot open wide, while letting out a scream of her own. "AAAHHHH!" And then, BOOF! The goblinoid collided at full force with the immense fuck pillows of Mistress Mamms. If all of that tit-meat hadn't been there as cushioning, the goblinoids little body would have knocked the wind from her lungs. Despite the forceful impact with her chest, Mistress Mamms was not suffering much pain. In fact she really only felt surprise, and was slightly paralyzed with shock. With her elbows bent up at her sides, and her hands spread outward, she peered down at the shiny, bald green head buried between her tits. The goblinoid then looked up and stared directly into her face. As she stared back at the goblinoid dumbly, the goblinoid decided that now was a good time as any to say something. By revealing a crooked, pointy-toothed grin, he said, "Hi, how are ya?" "AAHHH! Get off of me you little creep!" with both hands Mistress Mamms grabbed the goblinoid by the shoulders and did her best to push him off. With her adrenalin pumping through her veins she was able to toss him farther then she normally could have. For the little goblinoid was slightly airborne, until he ended up rolling across the floor in a little ball and then smacked back first into the far wall. "OWWW!" Struggling to her feet Mistress Mamms grabbed one of her mammoth jugs at a time and shoved them back into the top of her gown, while eyeing the little intruder. Once her breasts were securely in place she looked down at the little creature and asked, "Who are you? How did you get in here and what were you doing to me when I was unconscious? Speak quickly, for I am sorceress of great power and I could kill you with just a word, fool!" The goblinoid was no fool, he had run into sorcerers and wizards before and he knew how unpredictable they could be. If in fact she was a magic-user and if she lived in this tower, by herself that, was a good enough clue that she could take care of herself, and if that was the case more than likely she wasn't bluffing. The goblinoid had no logical reason for being there, but she couldn't know that or it could be the end of him. So the only thing he could do at this point was lie. Standing to his feet, and pointing one finger in the air for extra emphasis, the goblinoid began to speak boldly to the giant jugged threat before him. "I am Reginald De'Boner, and I am a servant of a very powerful being, that sent me here to guide you." "Guide me…are you an aide of Xasabar?" Reginald began to lower his arm, and moved his eyes from left to right as he thought it was best to play along. "Uh…yes, uh, Xasabar…Lord Xasabar is the one who sent me to assist you." "Assist me for what?" asked Mistress Mamms suspiciously. "Uh…I'm not really sure, he seemed to have left that detail out. I was sitting at the tavern, the Jolly Jerk-Off, with him swigging down some ale. Next thing I know he said he had a job for me, and then POOF I was zapped here. I tell ya, I hate it when that son of a bitch does that. I never know where I'm going to end up. One time he zapped me into a dragons lair to steel some type of gem that had apparently had a lot of power, well being a rouge I had no problem with that so…" "A ROUGE? SO YOU'RE A THEIF!" "Ah…Technically yes, but I was not sent here to steal from you." Reginald now began to sweat heavily, as he fidgeted from foot to foot. "Like I said, I'm here to guide you…" "Wait…did you say the Jolly Jerk-Off?" "Yeah, that was were he and I were getting drunk." "He would send you on a mission intoxicated?" "I said getting drunk, I never actually got drunk." "The Jolly Jerk-Off is outside Bigwood Forrest…you also said he sent you to a dragons lair to steal a tome. What kind of gem?" Even though Reginald new that he was not out of any trouble yet, but he was an individual who could be distracted easily no matter how dire the circumstances. And before him were two major jiggling distractions, ready to burst out of a tightly contained velvety prison. "Uh, I'm sorry what was the question?" asked Reginald. "I asked you, what kind of gem!" The sorceress's angelic face now showed great signs of impatience, so Reginald just blurted out a subject that he had once overheard two wizards in the Jolly Jerk-Off actually debate about, and he hoped to God that this arbitrary answer would some how be a satisfactory one. "Ah…a gem of…P-Power." It was obviously apparent that Reginald was lying, and lying horribly. But just to make sure Mistress Mamms then decided to try to trick the goblinoid, to actually find out how much of this conversation was truth and how much wasn't "So the great elven mage, Xasabar, sent you to me? For assistance." "Yes that's right, Lord Xasabar, the powerful elven mage." Mistress Mamms now let out a smile, one of sadistic victory. Reginald quickly caught on. "He's not an elven mage is he?" asked Reginald. "No." replied Mistress Mamms. "Oh…well he was when I talked to him. Maybe, he can shape-shift I don't know." "I thought you two knew each other?" "We do…it's just that I'm not aware of all of his powers." With a calmer look, accompanied by a smirk Mistress Mamms said, "I know you're lying, but count your blessings, because maybe you can assist me." Intrinsically Mistress Mamms was preparing a death spell that would melt the flesh from the poor little goblinoids bones, if indeed he was of no use, but if there was the chance that his creature new his way through Bigwood, his life would be more valuable then his death, because coincidentally he would be her guide. Walking over to a shelf, Mistress Mamms opened a tiny box and pulled out a gold ring. Turning with the ring in hand she eyed Reginald suspiciously and then tossed the ring to him. Reginald caught it and studied the ring wearily. "Put it on." Not wanting to suffer the consequences of defying the sorceress Reginald obeyed. "You've been to the Jolly Jerk-Off? Are you at all familiar with the forest that surrounds the area?" "Bigwood? Yeah…yeah I know my way through Bigwood." "Then guess what my little troll, you and I are going on a journey together…I will spare your life if you become my guide. This is not a debate; so do not attempt to squabble with me. It is either this or death. But it will most certainly be death, if you cannot get me through the forest either, for my time is limited and haste is important." Reginald looked around the room nervously before he answered, "Well, look I've been through Bigwood a couple of times, and I can tell you right now that that place is filled with peril. If we are going to go you might want to prepare for one of the most harsh environments on the face of the earth." "Fine. Absurak Veth Finnestlesem" Mistress Mamms moved her arms drawing out arcane symbols in the air as she spoke the cryptic tongue of the magi. When finished, a blue bolt of light shot out of her right palm and zapped the goblinoid in the chest. The sudden force of magic paralyzed the goblinoids body. Yet Reginald could still breathe, he could feel his heartbeat, and his eyes could move. Strolling eloquently across the floor, purposely moving her hips from side to side, and making sure her gigantic breasts jiggled with each footstep, Mistress Mamms stopped in front of Reginald and leaned forward to meet his gaze eye to eye. Yet being the ever so easily distracted individual Reginald did not let the opportunity to ogle Mistress Mamms tits slip by. "Listen to me you disgusting little parasite. Don't think for a minute that because I have made you my guide that we are friends or that I trust you. The reason for this departure is my business and I will tell you what I want to tell you whenever I deem it necessary for you to know something. And don't even think of trying to betray me anywhere along this quest." Mistress Mamms reached out with a sudden hand and grabbed Reginalds groin with an iron grip. All Reginald could do is groan in pain. "For I can make things very unpleasant for you, but if you go out of your way to aid me…there can be rewards, if you catch my drift." Now Mistress Mamms was rubbing Reginalds groin softly with her hand. Reginald at this point let out a soft moan. "Now sit tight, I have to get ready for our quest." Reaching out Mistress Mamms grabbed the golden ring from Reginalds finger and put it back in the box that she got it from. With that Mistress Mamms left the room, leaving Reginald with two thoughts. The first was the frustration of blue balls; the second was excitement for the potential reward of loyalty…if she meant what she said. So alone in the laboratory, Reginald waited patiently for Mistress Mamms to return, with a raging hard on, in magical paralysis. Forty-five minutes later Mistress Mamms returned to her library; refreshed and ready to go. Instead of the dark purplish gown she had on before, with her hair down loose and free. She now wore a type of cat suit, and her long black hair was now woven into a long French braid. The cat suit was a suit of shiny, black, skintight leather that ran up the length of her firm, long legs to the bottom of her neck. The only exposure of any skin was her face, neck, hands, and of course her cleavage. Across the top of her mighty bosom a heart shaped hole was cut out of the suit, giving immense exposure of her enormous rack. Right below that heart was another cut out of another heart, this time inverted, and exposing the bottom half of her chesty cleavage. The two heart shape patterns in the suit looked as if they mirrored each other, leaving only about an inch of material between them. And that inch of leather looked to be the only thing keeping her bulging jugs from spilling out free. On her feet she did indeed have boots, but they were not high heeled. The souls were thick and sturdy, and they looked as if they were made of a soft leather hide, dyed the deepest black, running up to her knees and clinging tightly to her form. If Reginald hadn't been paralyzed he would have been sprouting the biggest boner of his life, unfortunately the spell Mistress Mamms had cast on him held, and all he could do was breath heavily as he marveled the beautiful and most voluptuous human he had ever seen in his life. "Well, Troll are you ready to go? … Oh, wait; I suppose you will need to be released from this hold spell before you can speak…or much less do anything for that matter. Astkurshan Zaw Finne." With those last words of the arcane, Reginald felt the proverbial shackles of Mistress Mamms magic slowly melt away from his body and the freedom of movement was once again his. "Finally, I'm able to move again. My God that had to have been the most uncomfortable forty five minutes of my life, and I gotta say you are quite the sorceress …but uh, I have to ask what was the deal with that golden ring from before and…uh, what's up with that suit?" Mistress Mamms responded about the ring first "It was a ring of truth telling." Then sarcastically she added, "Guess what it does?" Then Mistress Mamms looked down at herself, she spread her arms out to her side and asked, "What do you mean? What's wrong with my suit?" Then she turned toward the large mirror standing up against a wall and continued to inspect it for any abnormalities. Reginald then replied, "Well nothing is wrong with it, my lady…" "Mistress" interrupted Mistress Mamms as she turned her gaze away from the mirror to scowl at Reginald. "Oh, uh, sorry…Mistress…as I was saying there is nothing wrong with your suit, it's just that it's uh really…showy." Mistress Mamms looked back at her image in the mirror and frowned in confusion. "Showy? But you can hardly see anything at all! I'm covered from neck to toe in leather! What looks so showy?" "Uh, well…it's your…uh" Mistress Mamms quit looking at the mirror and was now back to glaring at Reginald. The look of malice in the sorceress's eyes was quite the intimidating factor, and it was more than enough to make Reginald think that dropping this whole thing was the best course of action. "You know what…forget it. You look fine. Nothing looks showy on you at all. My opinion matters not. Hell, half the time I don't know what I'm talking about. Ninety percent of everything I say is pretty much a bunch of made up crap." Mistress Mamms glare now intensified, her face turned red and her teeth began to grind. It was rather apparent for Reginald that he had just said the wrong thing…again. The Misadventures of Mistress Mamms Ch. 02 "But uh, except for any topic on Bigwood Forrest. I know everything one would need to know to make it through there unscathed. Yes, Siree Bob. I'm very valuable, the most valuable, when it comes to guidance through there. It cannot be denied, nope… not at all…Besides…the ring, the ring of truth telling it, uh…uh…hmm…heh,heh…Ah, yeah…are you going to kill me now?" Mistress Mamms stopped grinding her teeth and took a deep breath as she closed her eyes, beneath her breath she began to utter a span of curse words. "AAAAHHH!" Reginald screamed in fear as he dropped to the floor and curled up into the fetal position. Mistress Mamms eyes shot open wide as she heard Reginald scream and drop to the floor, "What in the hell are you doing now?" "Preparing for death!" "What? Why?" "You were muttering a spell." Mistress Mamms moved away from the mirror and marched toward the terrified Reginald. Reaching down with both hands Mistress Mamms grabbed Reginald by the shirt color and hoisted him up to his tiptoes. "Listen you slimy little maggot! Cowardice is not going to be acceptable on this journey, we have a treacherous quest ahead of us and I can't have you this jumpy all of the time! So what is it going to take to calm you down, so we can get a move on?" "I…I don't know. I mean you are always threatening me all the time and you're always so angry! What do you expect from that exactly? Every time I turn the corner I swear to God you are about to smite me off the face of the earth. So yes, I admit it, I am completely and totally nervous while in your company! The constant threat of imminent doom makes me a little tense! And if you are going to continue to act the way you do the entire time we're together; I don't know how on earth you could ever expect me to lighten up!" "Well we need to get you relaxed, but I don't want you intoxicated, or charmed or anything, for I need you focused. Not stumbling around like an idiot or in love with me." Mistress Mamms let go of Reginald's shirt, and took a step back as she observed him not even really listening to her talk as he stared at her colossal fuck-jugs Her eyes quickly shot downward, and she noticed a small bulge tenting out the front of Reginald's breeches. Rolling her eyes, Mistress Mamms came to the conclusion of what had to be done. With this guy, it probably wouldn't take very long and it would help him unwind. And so the decision was made. "Wait right here." Mistress Mamms left the center of the room where Reginald was now standing and approached a cabinet on the far side of the wall; inside the cabinet she grabbed a jar labeled "Vegetable Oil." Returning back to Reginald Mistress Mamms dropped to both knees and said with a crooked smirk, "Lucky for you, you're tall enough, and you won't be needing the stool…unlike some others" Reginald only frowned in confusion, for he had no idea on what she meant by that. Soon enough Mistress Mamms had opened the top of the jar of vegetable oil and began to poor it carefully onto the top half of her exposed cleavage. Reginald began to drool from the corner of his mouth as he ogled the mega-jugged sorceress, purposely spilling the oil on her tits. The oil did land on her cleavage, like it was suppose to, but what didn't sink between the crevice of her breasts spilt out and over the sides of her leather encased fuck jugs. Dripping of the sides and gathering into small pools on the floor by her knees. Once Mistress Mamms poured all of the oil onto herself, she had then set the empty jar down on the floor. With both hands she began to rub her leather sheathed breasts together, making sure that the oil was spreading evenly and sinking down deep throughout the confines of her colossal globes. The shifting of her tightly restricted, oil-covered tits against one another filled the library with "slishing" sounds. Once satisfied, Mistress Mamms said to Reginald, "Drop your pants." Reginald not sure if he heard her right said, "Huh?" Mistress Mamms not being the patient type let out a deep sigh of annoyance, grabbed both sides of Reginald's breeches, and in one quick jerk she pulled them down to his ankles. Out from Reginald's crotch sprang a surprisingly long penis. "Holy Crap! Your breeches seem to hide just as much of the truth as you yourself like to hide. That thing is a lot bigger than I thought it would be, it is long…not very thick, but long indeed." Reginald couldn't believe what was happening, a moment ago he was afraid that he would have been turned to a smoldering heap of ash, by this volatile sorceress. But now that sorceress had just lathered up her tight tit tunnel with oil and dropped his breeches on her own accord, exposing his penis, and then complimented his size. Reflecting on lasts nights decision to come investigate the rather esoteric tower on the horizon and the screams the emanated from it, seemed to not have been such a bad idea after all. After a few seconds of gawking at Reginald's penis Mistress Mamms, grabbed some of the oil that ran down the curves of her tight bulging breasts and then reached out to slick up Reginalds long green cock as she pumped it back and forth a couple of times. Mistress Mamms could feel the throbbing pulse of Reginald's excitement as she jacked him with her oily hands. The large, thick veins protruding underneath the skin of his cock, looked as if they were almost ready to explode. Mistress Mamms wouldn't admit it, but being on her knees, with her large tits oiled up, while she jacked off an inhuman creature which she barely rated above vermin, in preparation for a world class tit-fuck made her want to cream her pants. "Alright troll, when you were in that hold spell, earlier today, I told you that I can make things very, very pleasant for you if you don't betray me. Well, to let you know that Mistress Mamms is not a liar and is true to her word, here is a free taste of what is in store for you if you serve me loyally and learn to adapt to my temper. Ready?" In response Reginald continued to drool as his slack jaw hung open and his eyes bugged out. Grabbing his long prick, Mistress Mamms aimed the head towards the inverted heart shaped whole that exposed the underside of her cleavage and said, "Grab my shoulders for leverage." Reginald broke from his daze and did as he was told. "Alright." Said Mistress Mamms. "Go ahead and fuck them." Reginald didn't need to be told twice. With his prick aimed right between her massive tits, Reginald thrust upward with all of his force, ramming his big cock through the pendulous globes. His long cock slid through the oily breasts with ease. Up at the top of her cleavage his cock shot out and slid up along Mistress Mamms chin, nailing her in the nose. "Oww, watch where you point that thing!" But Reginald paid no heed to her protest. With both hands on her shoulders he latched onto her with an iron grip. Up and down, up and down, Reginald fucked the gigantic rack with a psychotic frenzy. And on each up stroke his long green cock popped up in front of Mistrss Mamms face. Mistress Mamms had her hands on the front of her tits as she slightly bounced up and down on her knees to help add friction to the thorough tit fucking she was receiving. The feelings in her cunt were twice as powerful now, as opposed to when the initial tingling began. Her well was flowing like a river, but direct stimulation didn't feel necessary. The fact that a lesser creature was ravaging her breasts, with his cock, made her feel so lascivious and so naughty. Knowing that it was turning her on Mistress Mamms continued to think to herself, "Reginald De'Boner is scum, a lesser being of the material plane in the eyes of most. Practically considered nothing but vermin. I however am a descendant of royalty, a regal human who is considered very beautiful. One such as myself would never have dealings of this particular nature with such a loathsome creature as Reginald." "But her he is, violating my breasts with his cock…his big, long green cock that could spurt a copious amount of cum all over my face and tits at any moment. I would be defiled; by this seed of his…this disgusting little Troll will blow his load all over me and treat me like the big titted cum sucking whore that I really am!" "Oh…Oh yes! Fuck them! Fuck my big titties. Harder! Faster! Oh God yes!" Mistress Mamms couldn't it take it anymore. The vulgar display of this lust was too much. Her will had crumbled! Her lust was free! Reginald continued to pound away at her colossal boobs in and out, in and out, faster and faster his cock sliding between the mounds of tit flesh with blinding speed. The room was filled with slishing sounds, as the friction of flesh on flesh got more and more intense. Along with the rhythm of Reginalds thrusts Mistress Mamms was now bouncing furiously on her knees. Her long, black ponytail flung wildly behind her head. Looking down, Mistress Mamms began to focus her eyes on the long cock head bursting through her cleavage. Letting out a long "Ooooooooohh" Reginald saw an opportunity to add to this so-called "free taste." Feeling a lot braver, Reginald let go of one of her shoulders and grabbed Mistress Mamms by the base of her braid and rammed her "O" shaped mouth down on top of his thrusting cock head. "You wanted to give me a free taste you monster-titted bitch? Well then it's only fair that I respond in kind! Suck it! Suck my cock!" Carried away in the frenzy of lust Mistress Mamms complied. She applied no resistance as Reginald pounded her head down on his cock with one hand while he continued to hammer away at her well-confined tits. Sucking an slurping, bobbing up and down Mistress Mamms eyes crossed as she tried to take in the view of the violation of her mouth. "This disgusting little troll is going to far!" she thought. "This was not what I wanted to do! I just wanted to give him a tit fuck…but oh God does it taste so good!" "MMMMMMM" *schlurp* *suck* "MMMPHH" *schlurp* * schlurp* *suck* Reginald now let go of the back of Mistress Mamms head confidant that she would do nicely without his assistance. Powering away at her tits and mouth, Reginald, thought for all the work she was doing it wouldn't be nice not to pay her back with a nice surprise. Feeling the build up in his balls, he used all of his will to stay silent and not give away any clue that he was about to cum. Hands on her tits squeezing them tightly together, head bobbing up and down with a savage passion, Mistress Mamms had lost track of all time. Intrinsically she was on another plane, a plane of paradise and complete bliss. Her awareness was not particularly keen at the moment and before she new it she felt strong vibrations of a rumbling in the penis that she was sucking. The powerful shakes of Reginalds vibrating cock twitching in her mouth brought her back to reality. "OH FUCK! The little bastard is about to…" But it was to late, monstrous amounts of seamen rocketed out of Reginalds cock and sprayed heavily into the back of Mistress Mamms throat. Out of reflex she was able to swallow the first couple of shots, but the shots were too rapid and too much. Cum filled her mouth and cause her cheeks to bulge. Eyes wide Mistress Mamms tried to swallow, but she just couldn't, then the damn broke. The seal of her lips around Reginalds cock loosened and all of his cum flooded downward all over his cock head, and splattering down hard on top of her huge jugs. "OOHHH FUCKING A!" screamed Reginald. Drawing back a step Reginald dislodge his cock from the leather-covered melons and continued to pump his wad all over Mistress Mamms. All over her big tits and her face. Reginald drowned mistress Mamms in his seamen. When he finally got down to the last few squirts, Reginald slapped his cock on her right tit a couple of times and then moved over to her left and did the same thing. Causing the dripping cum on her tits to splash around. Then as Mistress Mamms was wiping cum off of her face and tossing it on the floor, Reginald got an idea. "This entire time she has labeled me as a troll…even though I'm not a troll, before I didn't correct her out of fear of death…but maybe now…" "Uh, Mistress…you may not want to waste that cum." Wiping more cum off her face, while still on her knees, Mistress Mamms looked up with a perplexed look. "You see Mistress, after all I am a troll and when fluids from a troll are ingested on a regular basis one has a good chance of inheriting the regeneration ability. Instead of wasting it you may want to…consume it." Mistress Mamms had thought about it and then she remembered reading something about that once, while being tutored by her mother and father. Perhaps, it wouldn't hurt? Wiping the rest of the cum from her tits and face Mistress Mamms began shoveling it into her mouth with her fingers. Once she cleaned up as much as she could off her self she saw a few pools on the floor. Getting on her hands an knees she then stuck her tongue out and began licking them up as a cat would drink milk from a saucer. When she saw no more Reginald then step forward with his limp prick in hand. "There's a little left here on the head." Mistress Mamms eyed Reginald suspiciously, but whether the seamen held regenerative powers or not, the taste wasn't that bad. Leaning forward and reaching out with one hand Mistress Mamms licked the cocked gingerly slurping up every drop. When it was all gone, she dropped his dick and got back up to her feet. "Okay, that was a freebie. You want more in the future, you'll have to calm down and stay loyal. You stay loyal you will be rewarded, you betray me, and you will die. Got it?" "Got it." Replied Reginald, still slightly uncertain of what he was getting into. "Are you prepared to leave?" She asked a little impatiently. "As prepared as I'll ever be." Said Reginald as he tucked his dick away in his breaches and synched the belt on his waist. "Fine then, come here and hang onto me. I'm going to teleport us to the edge of Bigwood. So whatever you do don't let go!" Reginald ran over and clung onto one of Mistress Mamms long, leather legs. After muttering a few incantations and sketching arcane sings in the air, before Reginald new it, the world turned black and he felt strong waves of heat and frigid blasts of cold engulf his body. Multiple colors of lights zipped past him and he felt he was tumbling in all directions at once. Regardless of this, Reginald did not let go of Mistress Mamms. He closed his eyes and hung on as tight as he could. Soon the pace they traveled at slowed and the as the mysterious lights disappeared; the world he knew began to come back into focus. Soon the cool winds of the outside air were caressing his skin and a blue sky lingered overhead. "You can let go now, where he…" But before Mistress Mamms could finish, Reginald let go of her leg ran over to a bush and vomited his guts out. "Rookies." Muttered Mistress Mamms. "Well, I suppose we could take a bit of a rest at the Jolly Jerk-Off. It's not to far from here." Reginald responded with a thankful sigh…and the vomited again. Meanwhile, a couple of miles into Bigwood Forest, in a small cottage, a cloaked feminine figure with a large bust (nearly rivaling Mistress Mamms) and slim waist stood in front of a pedestal peering into a crystal ball. Red eyes emanated a dim glow within the shadows of the cowl. "She has come." Said the figure. Behind the figure on what looked like a bird perch, was Xasabar gnawing on a ham bone. After swallowing a sizeable chunk of meat, "Just as you have anticipated Matron Mother. The foolish sorceress has taken the bait " Taking another bite from the hambone, Xasabar continued to feed nosily. "But she has not come alone, she has a companion, some diminutive little cretin. Who is he?" Xasabar stopped chewing on the hambone and swallowed the piece he was currently working on. Flapping his wings he flew off his perch and hovered over by the side of the mysterious figure. "I do not now Matron Mother, he was not at the tower when I was there." "Or perhaps when you were at the tower all of your brains were in your prick and not in your head! And because of that he managed to avoid your detection!" Fear passed down over the face of Xasabar as he now looked eye to eye with the figure. "Jaluk! Do not look me in the eyes! Bow before me and explain this!" Without warning a lighting bolt shot out of a ring on the woman's right hand and right into the chest of Xasabar sending him into the wall on the far side of the cottage. Clutching his chest, Xasabar struggled to one knee and bowed his head as he winced in pain. "I…I did n-not sense a-anyone there, besides myself and Mistress Mamms Matron Mother." The red eyes behind the cowl of the cloak narrowed. Xasabar was bound, and a lesser demon that was bound by the one who summoned him could not lie…at least to their master anyways. If Xasabar's use would have been completely fulfilled the cloaked woman would have turned him to a heap of smoldering ash, but unforeseen events have transpired and Xasabar could still be of use…for a while. "Mamms is impulsive, impatient, and volatile so she has no allies. This rodent, who is at her side, is of minor consequence. Mamms is however no weakling, if I wasn't transferring my energy through you Xasabar, during your confrontation with her she would have killed you with a single word. Your spells would have been nothing; the time you wasted in violating her was inexcusable, stupid and pointless. Fortunately for you, you were disciplined enough to carry out the mission that I had originally set you on. Take things further without my consent and you will feel pain of an unimaginable magnitude…understand? Still staring at the ground and concealing a sneer Xasabar responded, "Yes Matron Mother…I understand, nothing like that will happen again." "Good in the meantime we must prepare for our guest." With both hands she untied her cloak and let it drop to the floor. Long, thick hair, the color of snow flowed down her back. Her skin was a dark purple, her ears were pointy and her facial features were that of a beautiful eleven maiden. The female drow had abnormally large boobs for an elf. (44F) Round, firm and gravity defying, the two orbs had five-inch triangular, silver, shields pierce to each nipple. Those shields were connected to a silver chain connecting one to the other. The rest of her torso consisted of a black slingshot bikini that ran over her peircings and tucked down into a tight leather mini-skirt that fitted snugly above her knee high boots She stood now towering over the kneeling form of the imp. "Once I am able to consume Mistress Mamms soul I will have all of her powers in addition to my own. No one on the surface world will miss a solitary sorceress of evil, and then I will be able to shake the very walls of house Von Boobstra and reclaim my throne from my daughter." "As it should be Matron Mother." Replied a solemn Xasabar. "Yes…in time…in time." Muttered the drow, and ignoring Xasabar. Turning back towards the crystal ball, Baroness Von Boobstra peered cynically at Mistress Mamms as her and Reginald headed towards the Jolly Jerk-Off. Still kneeling, Xasabar thought to himself, as he surreptitiously stroked his tail between his legs. "Yes Matron Mother…in time…we will all have what we want. " TO BE CONTINUED… The Misadventures of Mistress Mamms On the stonewall, in front of her, was an oil painting of her very old, very dead father. The picture was done well and was very life like. Mistress Mamms remembered when the picture was painted, she was eighteen then and sixteen winters had passed since. It was the year of the Silver Cloud when he died. She never really thought of him since until now. With her crossed eyes rolling upward from looking at the giant animated prick sticking out from the picture and deep into her juicy hot mouth, up to where the rest of her father would be, she noticed instead of his normal pose in the picture, where he was wearing his light blue wizards robe sitting in his throne looking thoughtful. He was standing in front of his throne with his hands on his hips smiling down evilly at his busty thirty-four year old bitch daughter as his gigantic and unsymmetrical sized dong protruded out from the portrait and forced it's way between the red ruby lips of Mistress Mamms. In spite of the pain that was forcing it's self through her anal cavity Mistress Mamms was able to muffle a confused and sloppy sounding "DADDAAY!" Surprisingly the late Lord Mamms talked down to his daughter and said "You always were a stupid little whore, who only cared about herself, why don't you make daddy proud and show me how good of a little cock sucker you are." Mistress Mamms new this was just a trick more than likely caused by the roguish little cretin behind her, but what could she do besides suck the animated illusions cock. The imp had her nailed. (Once again no pun intended). Finding it very disturbing, yet oddly fascinating, she started to suck and slobber all over the protruding cock sprouting from her fathers groin. The pain from the ass fucking that she was taking from Xasabar was starting to mix with pleasure, as well as the snakes that were still latched to her tits and clit. The snake that was latched to her clit curved its tail up and around; due to Xasabars mental command and started to fuck its tail in and out of her pussy. This feeling of pleasure generated by this little snake was no where near the intense feeling that the imp could cause for her, but never the less the imp had that thing moving in and out at what had to be a magical haste and it felt like heaven. Plus after the first few strokes the snake's tail then began to move around in all directions as it was moving in and out. Mistress Mamms eyes couldn't help but stare down the center of the huge prick, with her eyes crossed, that was being shoved down her throat due to Xasabars powerful thrusts causing her to lunge forward forcing more an more of her fathers animated cock down her gullet. With every forced sucking lunge the buxom sorceress's eyes crossed more intensely, and every time she was given an inch to back off her fathers huge animated illusion-like cock her eyes would slightly uncross only to cross deeply again when throat fucked back down his shlong. Her big round tits with the little snakes biting hard onto the nipples bounced off each other harshly during all this activity, and loud muffled moans filled the room right along with the dense smell of sex. Finally Mistress Mamms pussy muscles started to spasm and clutch down tightly around the snake in her twat. Nevertheless the snake kept squirming and squirming. With a loud muffled moan around her father's dynamic cock she let loose as her pussy squirted out spray after spray of her cum around the wiggling snake. MMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAMMMMMMM. All at the same time the portrait of her father released a copious amount of cum down his daughters throat, the snakes on her nipples and clit bit down really hard on last time before they let go, dropped down to the floor, and slithered out underneath the heavy oaken door. And of course Xasabar came last with another colossal amount of cum emptying out into her bowels. OOOOHHHH YEAH! TAKE IT! FEEL IT! AH FUCK, YEAH! YEAH TITS YEAH! With a loud slurppy plop Xasabars cock fell free from Mistress Mamms ass. The animated cock of her father didn't disappear instead it just started to soften and out of instinct she reached up with a hand and started to stroke the cock squeezing out as much cum from the member as she could get, sucking softly on the head and moving her tongue around rapidly gathering as much semen as she could manage to swallow heartedly. "Enough of him Tits, now do me." Commanded Xasabar. To see what he meant Mistress Mamms turned around and saw the imp now holding his deflating cock. Letting go of the now limp cock from the painting of her father, Mistress Mamms said "No fucking way am I going to clean you off, that thing had just been up my ass." "Do I really have to remind you of why you did any of this Tits?" asked the impatient imp with a sneer. Sighing with frustration Mistress Mamms dropped to both knees with a sharp look of disdain and sucked on purple fist-sized head of the cock, then by licking up all of his semen with her long tongue. When finished Xasabar took his cock and smacked it against the face of Mistress Mamms and wiped the slobber off in her hair. Satisfied he hopped down from his stool and started to walk towards the window. Hopping up off the ground he perched on the sill and pushed the window open. "Hey, where the hell do you think your going you little bastard? You haven't held up your end of the deal!" The imp looked back over his shoulder as his cock turned from a cock to a nasty looking scorpion stinger. "What makes you think I broke are deal, I'll give you back your book but first you have to find it. HA HA HA HA HA!!" Laughed the little imp maniacally. Imp or not Mistress Mamms had been pushed to her last straw. "You little motherfucker, I'll kill you!" Mistress Mamms started to weave her arms in the air and chant magical words. Half way through her incantation, two vines sprouted up from the wood stool that the imp had enchanted and shot out at the sorceress. They held her arms and pulled her over the stool were in the center two wooden bumps began to form and grow. They started to rise in a phallus like shape and stopped at about two feet high and were perfectly spaced apart to line up with her ass and vagina. They also seemed to have a life force of there own throbbing through them as, Mistress Mamms also noticed the appearance of what looked like pulsating veins around the wooden cocks as well as little pee slits. "Here's a little going away present from me to you Tits. I hope you like it. I mean after all the time we spent together I kind of learned what you like. Oh and if you want to find the book you can began by going through BigWood Forest. The rest of the clues you'll need will be in your way later on, but remember, BigWood Forest. I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for. Ta Ta Tits." With that the Imp leapt out the window and flew away. As soon as he was gone the vines, which were wrapped around Mistress Mamms wrists, brought the evil sorceress down hard onto the phalluses, projecting from the wood stool. OOOHHHHH GGGOOOOOOODDDSSSS. Erupted the mistress in complete pleasure as she was penetrated through both her holes simultaneously. Then the two phalluses started to move up and down. Running all the way in and all the way out of her privates, the vines held her tightly but they gave her enough room to bounce up and down on the stool. OH FUCK, OH GODS, OH SHIT! She cried as the two wooden life-like dildos reamed her with out mercy and the pace started to quicken, as did Mistress Mamms bouncing. The instinct of lust took over and she started to bounce herself up and down on the stool as if her life depended on it. Her immense titties jiggled up and down wildly, slapping her in the face occasionally and slapping off of one another, as one rotated clockwise and the other counter clockwise. Up and down, Up and down she went, shaking her head around like a crazy woman, her raven-black hair flew in all directions, she started to ride her stool like there was no tomorrow. OOHHH OOOOOOOHHHHHH OOOOOOO AAAAAAAHHHHHHH. The oil painting of her father was still magically animated and the limp prick that stuck out from it started to harden and drip with pre-cum onto the oil covered desk, as the evil glare of her late father watched her oversized tits bounce up and down like crazy. The sounds of sex spread far and wide across Deepcleavage Valley as the imp purposely left the windows open for all to hear. And of course someone did. TO BE CONTINUED...