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Roger entered the 'Witch's Den' in a huff. Looking around the small basement storefront, crowded with odd bits and pieces of occult paraphernalia, of which he didn't believe in any of their claims, and musty and musky with accumulated incense and candles, of which his disliked the odor of, he quickly found the owner, Ms. Hobson.
Stepping up to her angrily, he immediately started into his long thought out and well rehearsed diatribe: "Now, look here..."
But the middle aged 'witch' interrupted him smoothly, seemingly stopping him in mid rant with an effortless wave of her hand, "You are looking for your wife, Jane, are you not? I am sorry, but she is not here!"
Roger gawked at the middle aged woman, having to remind himself to close his wide open jaw. "How do you know?! Her name? Where...?"
Ms. Hobson nodded slowly in understanding. "Tell me, has she gone? With no note or message? Quite without a trace, yes?"
Roger, eyes wide open in helplessness derived panic, could only nod once. How could she know?
Ms. Hobson tried not to smile at the vision of utter male terror on Roger's face. He knew, deep down inside, what had happened to his pretty, young wife! He just couldn't force himself to face reality! Well, she would do the boy a favor..."And Ms. Loki, too, is gone?"
Eyes widening further in male terror, Roger again nodded. Memories of last night flooding back: His wife, the night before, had went to visit the exotic, alien, downright strange Ms. Loki, Desiree Loki, at her apartment. At the time he hadn't thought it a problem, after all they had been married nearly a year, and his wife had other female friends.
His wife Jane, not yet 19, was halfway between five and six foot, fiery red and curly haired, pale skinned, with nicely pear shaped, C cup boobs, wide, ride-able hips, bulging, rounded ass accompanied by a deep, dark asscrack, and a wet, hairless pussy with a sex mound topped with a patch of equally fiery red fur.
Desiree, who looked like a teenager but who had told him she was almost thirty, was nearly as tall as his six foot.
She had asscrack long, coal black hair, an exotic, oriental-like face with almond shaped eyes, sharp, narrow nose, and sensuously full, blood red lips.
Her longish ears came to a point at their tops.
Desiree's hips were slightly narrower than Jane's, her waist much tighter, her breasts a perfectly cone shaped, D cup. From the fact that the woman never wore a bra, and seemed always to be in some kind of semitransparent blouse, he quickly noticed how small her nipples were compared to the size of her suck cones.
Which was also unlike Jane, who had a pair of puffy, conical half dollar sized pink nursing wonders, firm and delicious in suckling.
Lastly, though, he knew Ms. Loki was a lesbian! He kicked himself for letting her go last night! He even had fantasies about being the voyeur, watching his Jane sex wrestle with Desiree and, after she lost, he would 'collect' from the dyke!
What a sap! He had to admit it to himself: that evil bitch had seduced his wife into leaving him! Jane had always had a weak spot for a tongue against her clit!
"You do know what kind of...woman...Ms. Loki was?" the witch went on.
Was? Roger nodded resignedly, "Yes, a lesbian."
"Why did you let Jane get close to her?" Ms. Hobson shook her head in incomprehension. How could he be so foolish as to let that monster get her claws into his pretty, sexy but naive wife?
"I thought it would be fun to watch..."
"Oh, " the witch again interrupted with disdain, "you thought you could peek in on your wife making love to another woman. Perhaps they would put on a little show for you? Just like in those silly porno movies!"
Sheepishly, Roger nodded.
"I think you have gotten just what you deserve!"
Roger looked up at her, pleading. "Help me! Help me get her back! I can't believe that Jane would leave on her own, that woman must have kidnapped her or something!"
Ms. Hobson hesitated a moment, thinking and nodding slightly. How little does he know how close to the truth he is! "Look, the best advice I can give is for you to forget her!" she said sincerely. "Divorce her and find another woman! I can help, I have many young friends who would find an intelligent, handsome young man such as yourself most attractive...That is, once he learns to appreciate what he has!"
"No!" he interrupted, fiercely. "No! I love Jane! And I'm sure she loves me! Just give me a chance to prove it." After a moment's hesitation, he added, more quietly, "Or at least give me the chance to prove that she doesn't love me. I could never love another until I knew...for certain!"
Ms. Hobson thought for a long moment, realizing what the young man said made sense. And she did owe a favor to another man, who could no longer collect it, so... She nodded again. "Very well. But it is against my better judgment! You do not know what you are asking for!"
Roger's excitement returned. "Where is she? Do you know? How do I get there?"
Ruefully smiling, the witch continued to nod. "Oh, young man, I certainly do know where sweet Jane is! Somewhere you would never think of!"
"Well, tell me! How do I get there?"
"I cannot tell you where. For one reason, you would not believe me!"
"What is this? Why can't you be forthcoming?"
"For many reasons. But, I will help you, against my better judgment! Follow me."
She turned and passed through a curtained doorway. Roger, after a moment's hesitation, followed.
Down a long, dark hallway, past a number of doors leading to storerooms, he followed the woman. Eventually he passed through another curtain and entered a dimly lit room almost twice as large as the storefront. All around the room, on the walls, hanging from the ceiling, resting upon the floor, were ancient looking candle holders, spent wax hanging from them in long stalagmites, holding flickering, burning candles.
At the opposite end of the room stood what appeared to be an altar. Strange skulls rested upon it. They were definitely not human. He had never seen such skulls before, outside of comic books.
Across the center of the floor, extending nearly the entire length of the room, was a blood red pentagon. In the center was a totally black, round carpet.
Ms. Hobson stood just on the other side of the black carpet. "Kneel here!" she said, pointing down.
"Just what is this?" Roger began, taking a hesitant step into the room.
"Quiet!" she admonished, turning towards the altar. "This is a...transporting room. I will send you to where your wife is."
"What?! How can this place..."
"I told you you would not believe me! You must have faith! Now be quiet and kneel down!"
He slowly obeyed, then from the altar she faced him. His eyes widened when the skulls began to glow, spontaneously and untouched!
"I know that you do not believe in magic, the occult, that knowledge of which I am familiar. However, your wife did believe in this magic! And that belief is why she is gone."
"You mean she isn't...that Desiree character did not..."
Ms. Hobson grinned grimly. "Oh, Ms. Loki fucked your wife, all right!"
Roger winced at the "fuck" part.
The witch went on, "Ms. Loki possessed your wife last night, for certain! Possessed her sexually more deeply than you or any man could possibly hope to 'fuck' a woman! I heard your wife's screams last night-screams that a female...a human female only can give when violated, pierced to her very feminine core! Ms. Loki took her so thoroughly that she fucked your wife's very soul! And there lies your only hope: That she didn't violate, enslave your wife's soul as she did her body last night!"
Roger's heart thundered as he imagined his wife, legs over her head, stripped and sweaty, howling in rage and passion as Desiree, smirking arrogantly, drove an impossibly long and huge strap-on dildo far up into her convulsing, swelling belly.
Ms. Hobson shook her head sadly. "I am afraid that you do not understand what it is you are walking into! This transcends mere physical sex! You are battling something...inhuman!" There, she finally said it!
"Inhuman? Just because the woman uses dildos..."
"Ms. Loki is not a woman! She is...more than a woman, more than human! Don't ask me to explain, for I cannot! But your wife is under the power of something...truly not of this world!"
Shaking his head in disbelief, Roger asked, "How do you know this? What makes you so sure..."
Ms. Hobson's face contorted as she recalled a hideous memory long suppressed, "Because thirty years ago that monster fucked me! I was in your wife's situation back then! Only a human...a man...rescued me! That is why I am helping you! Otherwise I would still be where your wife is now, impaled on an unholy god's phallus!"
"God's phallus? What do you mean..."
"Please! We do not have time for this! The metahumoral trail is dissipating as we speak! Now listen to me and just believe! No more questions!"
Roger, still incredulous, nodded nonetheless.
"As far as I can tell, no human male has survived this trip, that is, come back, in...centuries of Earth years! But I have thought long these thirty years about this and I think I can give you a tool...a weapon that will give you a fighting chance!
"You will be going to...another world is the best definition I can give you, in English at least. It is a world where the normal laws of physics and life do not apply! What you would call magic, especially Black Magic, rules there! You will be the only man there...the only man in thirty Earth years to be there! Other than your wife, there might be a handful of human females there, but you cannot depend on them. For all I know, Ms. Loki is already turning your wife into an inhuman fuck slave! If she completes the process, there will be no way you can get her back.
"As a matter of fact, you would not want to take her back! Trust me!
"Now, you have one potential ally, possibly if my gift to you is correct! The most familiar race you will find there, the only race of beings that, to you, wouldn't belong in one of your nightmares, are Elfin."
Ms. Hobson saw Roger's eyebrow crease in disbelief. But, to his credit, he stayed silent.
"I know, I know, Elves belong with Elvis sightings and UFO kidnappings, here at least. But they do exist...in Lokin!"
"I'm sorry," Roger finally had to break in. "But Lokin? Elves? Please..."
With a sigh, the witch backtracked. "In human history, long ago, about three and a half millennia to be exact, human culture had advanced enough to draw the attention of...certain gods. Today, they would be called aliens from outer space, but back then, the dominate civilizations of the Middle East looked to them as gods.
"One god, Loki, driven out of the Mediterranean by stronger gods, those of Greece, Egypt and Samaria, went North to the ancestors of what would be called Vikings lived. Sweden, Norway, and Denmark the place is called now.
"Loki's big obsession was sex. It probably wasn't difficult to pass his obsession to the Viking ancestors he ruled over, men being the way they are! Loki's major form of entertainment was loving women...human or otherwise. Because of his powers he could take whomever he desired. For centuries he used the women of the North.
"Then the men, who were pretty tired of his deprivations upon their daughters and wives, discovered the one weakness Loki possessed, as all gods have at least one such weakness: iron. Iron shorted the metaphysical power streams that gave all gods their abilities...that made them gods. Loki had to back off using their women.
"But he rapidly found out that just going to another civilization and starting up all over again wouldn't work. By this time all the other civilizations had been colonized by other gods. There was no culture he could move to.
"So he decided to make his own. He, like all the gods on Earth, had the special ability to create other 'realities'. He could not make a universe, or even another planet, but he could create a sizable reality...say a continent, out of the ether.
"Gods can create beings. That is their greatest power. He inhabited his new world with beings of his own creation...to meet his own desires. He created a race of elves:
"They are all female, small, and very beautiful. They were a walking wet dream to any human male.
"But there are some semi-intelligent humans back on Earth. Furthermore some of his former subjects had mastered, in turn, a sizable portion of the magic Loki had used to initially enslave them. Soon after Loki settled down in his new eden, some of these humans began appearing.
"The invaders, who were the earliest Vikings, created a great upheaval in the land, with Loki barely escaping. To defend his land Loki felt forced to instill in his elves a great protective hatred for human males. This, he hoped, would prevent any further incursions of males. Also, as a punishment to those humans who had invaded, he added in his elves a great, lesbian lust for human females.
"Needless to say, his elves destroyed the human males and sexually enslaved their females.
"But his troubles attracted the attention of other, less friendly gods, who sabotaged Loki's world by placing various monsters in it. Now, elves are immortal. So is Loki. But the monsters appeared so suddenly that they caught Loki breaking a captured human female and, before his elves could rescue him, hacked him to pieces.
"Desiree was one of the monsters...in fact, she is the queen of the monsters there. She received a part of Loki, a very important part, and saw to it that the other parts were scattered about and hidden, some on Earth, some in Lokin. So Loki has never been heard of since.
"Over the years the other gods have been either destroyed through similar means or driven far away by their former slaves. So, Lokin has not changed since the monsters appeared, over 3000 years ago.
"Now, I have the ability to send you back there. To send you there is very dangerous for you, and for me. You see, I know that, when my mortal existence here is done, I will return to Lokin as an immortal, young, transformed female, not human, but not exactly an elf. But I will be free, un-enslaved. But, if you are not successful, and my involvement is found out, Desiree will return and rape me into enslavement, where I will spend eternity as a young human fuck slave, only able to take whomever's phallus that wants me, and cum madly forever! Essentially what your wife is becoming.
"For you, the danger is simple: You are human, mortal. Every single elf, ghoul, monster, thing there will be more than happy to kill you! Worse, to kill you either in the most gruesome, gory way or as slowly as is possible! Take your pick!
"And, especially the elves! They are still under the influence of Loki's antihuman male command. Be careful! On average a human male survives minutes in Lokin before being hacked to pieces by a beautiful elf!
"Elves ARE beautiful and petite in height. Do not be fooled by their appearance! Very few reach even five foot tall. They can look very loving and sweet. But they will kill you as soon as they see you, without thinking about it and certainly without debating the point with you! They still use the weapons of long ago: swords, spears, arrows. Don't think in your human male machismo that you can defeat such a small, female like being!
"Using their weapons, they are at least twice as strong as the most powerful human, and their reflexes are likewise at least twice as fast as yours. I will not arm you with a sword or spear for, before you could draw your sword, an elf would have your head off!
"No! There is only one weakness that Loki, in his twisted wisdom, gave his creations. I can not tell you what it is, for it will ruin the spell I am casting. You will have to find it out for yourself. However, I can give you a weapon that, I believe, will take advantage of that weakness. All I can say is, as soon as you arrive, try to recognize the weapon! It should be obvious to you!
"You must elicit the help of the elves in getting your Jane back. You cannot defeat Desiree alone!
"Now, close your eyes and blank out your mind!"
Roger looked at her, about to say something, but she had turned back to the altar. The skulls were glowing brightly now, flooding the room with light.
But he had to ask. "Wait! Please, one question, I must ask. The man who saved you, was he your husband?"
Back still to him, her head nodded, once.
"Did he...come back with you?"
Ms. Hobson's head dropped, then shook, twice. She reached out and planted her hand on one of the glowing skulls.
Then came a buzzing in his ears, and a thick, bright white fog enveloped him:
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