!

Roger couldn't believe the speed in which the startlingly beautiful, stark naked, Noble Elf leaped at him, covering the little more than a meter separating them in a mere fraction of a second. Roger gawked helplessly, even ignoring Victoria's still firm grip on his cock, as the Guild Elf silently soared at him, her arms extended, suddenly viscous claws foremost.

"Ah-Ha!" Lady Gem roared in triumph in her still high pitched, but now all-powerful, war voice, as her claws wrapped smoothly around the front of his neck. Her momentum was such that her stiff arms snapped his head back and he flew off the Aesir, landing upon his back, the Elf atop him, her powerful thighs and knees straddling his hips.

As he fell off the wide eyed, cock gripping Victoria, his momentum ripped his slick and slimy, hugely "divine" cock out of her hands.

On his back, startled into wide eyed immobility by the Elf's incredibly rapid and competent assault, Roger's ears soon were buzzing and tunnel vision was advancing as the enraged Lady Gem quite effectively closed off the arteries going to his befuddled brain. Even before he could realize the position he was in, he was starting to black out! He knew that he had only a minute or two more, at the most, before unconsciousness overwhelmed him.

He had no desire to contemplate his fate beyond if THAT happened!

But it was in that very same moment, before they had even fully settled upon the wooden floor, Elf claws at his throat, that his cock caught up with them. She was kneeling over him, her thighs across his hip bones, leaning forward on her knees and throat clutching hands, like she were riding a race horse, with her luscious ass raised up and, doubtlessly wet and ready, bald Elven pussy facing back, when an ear splitting crack echoed off the walls.

Even with his dimming vision, Roger saw the sharp grimace across her angry yet still comely face that accompanied the crack, observed her pitching forward, nearly upon that exquisite face, and noted the following open mouth and wide eyed gape of shock down at him.

But, thank the gods, whatever had struck that blow of masculine salvation had misbalanced her. She was compelled to release her death grip on his throat in order to prevent her face from contacting the floor! In literally the nick of time, her ungraceful partial unsaddling, by clearing her carotid constricting hands from his neck, freed his blood flow just long enough for his vision to begin clearing in the relatively peaceful minute that followed.

No sooner did that precious minute pass than he heard a hiss, just over his still fuzzy head. Looking directly over his forehead, past a pair of Greek statue-quality tits firmly hanging, vividly red tipped with pebble hard nipples almost grazing his fortunate cheeks, he saw Lady Gem close her eyes and gnaw on her lower lip. As her head dropped, her chin coming to rest on his unworthy forehead, she moaned like the mortally wounded.

Suddenly his senses were back, his brain fully supplied once again with blood. He could now feel...

His cock! Looking down now, past her muscularly meaty, but consummately Elven and female hip, he could clearly make out his cockhead sticking up over Lady Gem's upturned and magnificently bulging buttocks like a great meaty tent spike. It had been his cock that had made the cracking noise! His cock, flying up at supersonic speeds after being wrenched from Victoria's grasp, had perfectly impacted Lady Gem's deep, full asscrack with divinely terrible force!

The impact had to rival that that exterminated the dinosaurs! That massive, wide, full and heavy, and not to mention Divine, man-spear impacted with bun spreading force, driving itself into Elven asscrack, spreading Noble Elf buttock until man-meat kissed Elven and most feminine anal pore! His thick, hot and immovable cock shaft, pressing resolutely against already soaked and spread Elf twat, bulling aside impotent labia, crushing and grinding erect clit, covering over flexing vaginal opening, laid claim to Lady Gem's feminine charms with that awesome spanking.

His throbbing organ drooled long, viscous worms of precum, cups of them, down his shaft and into Lady Gem's motionless, cock-parted asscrack. The worms melted in the blistering heat of her fully parted crevice, developing a more liquid consistency that flowed like a creamy mountain stream over and down between full, rotund, and well spread Elven buttocks, before pouring into pink sex slit to soak already drenched and floppy labia, baste furiously stiff clitoral meat, and finally flood ready to be used fuck tube.

When he flexed his pole, thereby sliding the top of his shaft over her jutting sex button, she "OOOO!"'d oh so sweetly, like a precious and precocious teenybopper experiencing her first exploratory pleasures with the male organ of some neighborhood stud from down the street. The wet, round "O" her mouth made when she exclaimed made his cock belch even more baby stuff into her asscrack.

Then her mask of command returned, her mouth at least momentarily forming a flat, horizontal line, and she looked over her left shoulder to see his mighty pole drooling potently all over her bubble butt. Her eyes widened again and he saw her catch her lower lip between her teeth.

"W...W...What is that?" she gasped in a voice that was quite high pitched, even for a supposedly calm Elf familiar with command. Turning back to Roger, she tried to bark at him but her voice still sounded more like that of a little girl's. A little girl frightened of the Boogie Man (throbbing between her buns!), "W...W...Who...What are...you?"

Roger began by clearing his throat, suddenly dry from the heat her incredible ass was generating upon his meat.

But she interrupted him, indicating increasing composure in her voice, before he could get a word out, "Damn the Thirteen Demons! Who are you! You...Your...You...glow! You...look...feel like...like..."

"Loki?" Roger interrupted in turn. He couldn't repress a grin.

She nodded, still in severe confusion and not a little shock at what was sticking up between her impressive buns. "But you're a...Man!"

This time the world didn't sound nearly so...nasty!

"Look, I'd like to explain this to you..." Roger started.

"No!" Lady Gem abruptly barked. "You cannot...you certainly are not Lord Loki! You must be a denizen of Desiree's Lands, like this Aesir! I cannot permit contact with you! You must be destroyed!" Then she raised her left knee until her left foot was planted on the floor next to his hips.

Without thinking beforehand, somehow instinctively realizing that if the Elf got loose he would be in big trouble, Roger acted. With suddenness, certainty, and speed that surprised him, he knocked her left foot out from under her, making her knee fall, somewhat painfully, back to the floor. Then he gripped the beginning to struggle Elf by her firm, nicely padded hips.

"No!" Lady Gem cried, striking accurately and with some painful strength at his waist gripping hands. "Don't you dare!"

Roger knew better than give her time to switch her assault to his face, so he raised her up in his arms off him. She was as light as a feather and could only squeal in mixed terror and frustration as he slid out from under her. Then, with a rapid, assured move, he turned her upon her back, under him.

He settled down upon the thrashing, squealing Elf, pinning her under his heavy, smothering maleness.

He noticed how his hips, and genitals, fitted into her saddle perfectly.

"OOOO! You are oh so very dead!" the furious, but impotent Elf howled, her fury unbounded. "Get off me!"

Roger just thrust forward, running the underside of his cock, about eight inches of it, right over her pebbly clit. Trapping her button between divine cock and Elven pubic bone, he slid up some eight inches, then slid back down.

Instantly he felt her thrashing thighs, on the outside of his own, stiffen as he moved. Then her ragged gasp filled his ears. When he looked down into her face, she had the most awed and downright terrified expression.

"W...Who are...you..." she started again, but when he started another grinding stroke, she set her claws painfully into her flexed shoulders. "No! Please! Not that! Ungh!"

He just continued, watching her almost painful grimace metamorphose into a slack jawed gape of overwhelming awed bliss.

"OOOOOO!"

Roger smirked down at Lady Gem, still clutching his shoulders, but not nearly so painfully now. "Now who I am now, baby?"

Lady Gem opened her eyes and shook her head. "Please! No more!" she babbled. When Roger started up his third stroke, she started up her pleading, "Oh, no more! You feel too much like...Lord Loki...did! Don't do this to me! It has been...so...too...long! Please! OOOOOHHH!"

He saw her toes clench when he stroked her button that time! When he pulled back it was all the way, until his cockhead slipped smoothly into the Elf's absolutely soaked and offered up pussy. Hooking her already raised knees in his arms, he jabbed her twat a few times with his cockhead, spreading her soaked pussy lips until they were well out of the way. Then he pressed down, right against her defenseless puss hole. With merciless, overwhelming power he steadily assaulted her opening, until...

"No! Please! You can't..." she babbled until, with a syrupy pop accompanied by a sharp, brief shriek from her, her femininity gave way.

"OOOOOHHHHHH!" Lady Gem moaned, long and gutturally from deep in her pierced belly, as Roger bulled his way into her Flare-snug pussy.

Roger closed his eyes in utmost bliss, enjoying spreading the defeated Elf. She felt as tight as Flare! Were all Guild Elves this deliciously snappy?

What this place great or what!?

Stopping halfway into the Elf, by his cock's dead reckoning, he pulled back. The hot, vacuum-like suction of her naturally clinging pussy walls threatened to pull his cock out by the roots on his backstroke.

Just like Flare's womanhood had done that first night...

Then, with the sudden pang of guilt at thinking of Flare's girlish delights, Roger stopped a moment. Through the momentary bout with his conscience just his murderously swollen cockhead and a couple of inches of arm wide shaft remained inside the wildly panting, vividly quivering Elf.

When he looked down, no doubt still with some typically male smugness on his face, he got the typical, and deserved, response from Lady Gem. "So, " she tried to bark, though her teeth were clenched and her whole body shook with the obscene sensations from accommodating that wicked, demonic cock inside her. "You think you have defeated me!"

Then that bestial pole jumped within her and she momentarily closed her eyes, barely able to fight down the ruinous wave of humiliating bliss so rapidly rising from her cock pierced belly. When she finally opened them once again and looked up at him, it was with an ever so carefully prepared, calmed countenance. Yet her speech possessed a forceful solemnness that betrayed both her fury at him and her realization of the threat of inescapable, and unspeakable, surrender by her traitorous body to his outrageous 'appendage'. "I'm not giving in to you! I will never willingly submit to your twisted and...and false copy of Lord Loki's...Organ! You may rape me, but mark me well! I'll never rest until I get my just revenge upon you and the demon who gave you...gasp!...that! I'll not stop till I cut your hideous, disgusting MALE organ right off! I'll feed it to the mountain trolls! I don't care if it glows...if it resembles Lord...gasp!...Loki's! I warn you!" Then, with blurred, inhuman speed, she slapped him...hard!

Roger's head snapped around till his chin touched his shoulder opposite the direction of her blow. Damn, that hurt! he stupidly told himself, stars momentarily flashing before his stunned, wide eyes.

He didn't even see that coming, even with him looking right at her!

Roger suddenly had a new respect for the warnings he had been given about Guild Elf reflexes!

Wincing and blinking his eyes as more hands flew up towards him, Roger realized at once that if he didn't do something, quick, she'd knock his head off! "Fuck this!" Roger gasped, gathering the thrashing, screeching Elf into his arms and against his chest. At least she couldn't get enough leverage to really hurt him in this position. Then he looked down at her hate filled eyes. He was certain there was no 'love' returned in his, either! "And fuck you, too!" he roared into her furious face as he thrust.

He drove in hard, a deep, no nonsense thrust that didn't end until Roger was pressed murderously against Lady Gem's womb, almost his entire sixteen inches of Loki Cock buried in Noble Elf belly. "Oh yeah!" he finally growled in renewed pleasure, grinding himself against her cervix, enjoying her torrid, involuntary tightness around his buried meat and dripping wet labia against his heavy nuts.

For her part Lady Gem's resistance wasn't nearly as vigorous once the thrust was finished as compared to when Roger had started. Her slaps and punches were purely token by then and she just didn't have the breath anymore for decent screaming. Her belly outlined the arm wide sex beam that filled every bit of her feminine cock tube, and that demonic dick was pushing her guts so far into her chest that she simply couldn't fill her lungs enough to howl!

She could only stare up at him, putting up the most hateful countenance she could manage. But she couldn't keep her face fixed for long. Every time he flexed that belly buried beast inside her she flinched, and she was certain his smirks and chuckles were being generated from when she gnawed on her lower lip in suppressing the moans that rose whenever he moved her guts around.

It felt so Damn-the-Missing-Loki good when he...it did that!

"I won't give in!" closing her eyes again in rising stuffed belly pleasure, she gasped aloud, intending the remark just for herself.

"Yes you will!" Roger growled, then laughed when she looked up at him, flushed face from the realization that she had unconsciously spoken aloud her desperate pleas to herself.

Fiercely she replied through clenched teeth, "I will not submit to your...evil machinations! I will not go quietly into your disgusting service! You will not break me! Kill me if you want! Kill me, you will have to, for I will not submit to Desiree!"

Desiree! Roger thought. There's that bitch again! That bitch Desiree...who has Janey!

Now another bolt of guilt momentarily swept him. He was trying to get her from this Desiree!

Then Flare appeared before his mind's eye. Now there was a babe! And he thought she really had something for him, too!

That is, besides his 'glow in the dark', porno-stud sized dong!

But what in the hell was he doing with it cooking in Flare's Commander's belly!?

Guinevere was right, thing's could get really complicated if he started poking, and porking, around with every Guild Elf he found naked!

Time to try to salvage some things before I lose it all! He looked down at the sweaty, straining Elf pinned under him. Trying to calm his voice, to remove the 'threat' in it, he said, "I am not 'evil', Lady Gem! I am not with 'Desiree', either! I am actually on your side!"

"'My' side?!" she gasped, wriggling her stuffed hips as Roger's cock jumped involuntarily way-way up inside her. "What do you mean?"

"I saved you from that Aesir's magic, didn't I?"

"I didn't need any help!" he barked back, then gasped raggedly when Roger deliberately jabbed his cock into her womb. Her cervix nearly yielded to his mighty glans. Suddenly she seemed to gain some...humility. "Very well, maybe you did help me! But it doesn't prove you do not have evil plans for me and my Elves!"

Roger frowned, then nodded. "Very well! You want proof that I plan no ill to you? I will prove it to you!"

"How?" she barked back, grimacing as the first pangs of unwanted, but inescapable orgasm started her womb quivering.

"This way!" Roger answered, rising up on his arms and pulling his hips back.

"Oh!" she chirped like a bird, partly in surprise and partly in deep disappointment, as her girl guts abruptly emptied of divine cockshaft.

She gawked wide eyed over her flattening belly as his glans popped out of her. His furiously rigid prick, glistening with her juices, flipped up stiffly and threw a good two feet of ropy cum out its tip. The strand slapped down on her still panting body, starting just below her deeply indented navel, up the middle of her belly and between her jutting tits, then arching from her sternum to upon her chin, with the final few inches tackily splaying across her open, panting lips and over the point of her little pug nose.

For a long moment she concentrated on the bulbous end of the cum worm atop her nose, her eyes crossed most comically. Then her eyes straightened and focused on Roger's wary face.

For another long moment there was only her heavy, near panting, breathing. Then her stern features softened.

Only slightly.

"What...er...who are you?" she asked, somewhat quietly.

Carefully Roger replied. "My name is Roger...er...Lady. I am a...friend...of Flare..."

"You?! A 'friend' of Flare's?" She looked at him incredulously, a stunned look on her face as if he had just physically blind sided her. "But you're a M..."

"I know! I know!" Roger interrupted before she could finish her masculine 'curse'. "But Flare can explain everything! Just get me to her! By the way, where is she?"

"With that accursed Aesir's 'Second', I suspect! Look! Why should I believe you? What knowledge do I have that supports your claims?"

"Didn't I help you? Haven't I...refrained...from raping you?" Roger's eyes narrowed. "I could have, you understand?"

"Humph!" she went, but Roger could see she was thinking, seriously, about his words. Reluctantly, with his admittedly impressive and intimidating, visibly bobbing and throbbing monster drooling all over her lower belly, she came to his side of the argument. For the time being! "Well, while I challenge your arrogant assertion that you could have bested me in sexual combat, I do admit you have been helpful with that dishonorable Aesir..."

"Will you help me, then?"

She studied him a moment further. Roger could see his cum melting upon her smooth, hot flesh.

Then she suddenly moved. "Then get off me, MALE!" she barked while, with lightning speed, she sent her left leg in a partial roundhouse against his right ribcage. She impacted with swift, sharp, smarting force, at the perfect angle just under his armpit, to start his momentum sending him rolling off her to his left.

With an ignominious "OOOF!" he clumsily fell on his left side, his still steel hard prick tossing another two foot strand of baby stuff in a great arc into the bleachers outside of the pit. On is side, startled again by her Guild Elf reflexes, he could only gawk as her rolled to her left and dexterously rose to her feet. Doing so gave him a cock jerking close up view of her magnificent bubble butt as she faced away from him.

It made his nuts tightened as she nonchalantly rose to her feet.

But as she rose she did look back over her shoulder at him, first at his face, then down to his drooling Loki Cock.

She was licking her lips when she did so. His facial besmirching precum strand was no where to be seen.

Too, he swore he saw no hatred in her eyes when she looked downright longingly for a moment at his jumping pole. But when she looked back at his face, her face hardened.

Again without apparent thought, her right hand absentmindedly began smearing his belly covering precum over her flesh, rubbing it in. "And put..." she barked again, her eyes locked with his, but her head nodding in the direction of his fully 'angry' organ, "THAT away!

Then she turned back to the still stunned Victoria.

A swift kick to the Aesir's rump ended her daydreaming. "Okay, Desiree spawn, playtime is over! Now you're mine!"

Roger hurried to get his cloak.

Pulling the loudly whining Victoria to her feet by a vicious grip on her long, coal black hair, Lady Gem growled furiously into the Aesir's ear, "You are going to tell me where your Second is! I suspect that is where I'm going to find Flare! Correct?"

Eyes wide in real terror, quite intimidated in spite of her nearly foot height advantage over the Guild Elf, Victoria could only quickly nod.

"Good!" Lady Gem smiled. "Then, let's be off!" With an echoing, sharp slap to Victoria's plump but firm left buttcheek, the Aesir made for the door with a jump.

Silently Roger followed, a huge tent in the front of his disguise preceding him.

"What?! She wants to do what?" Sonja cried, throwing her morning's correspondence down upon her highly polished oaken desk and staring with incredulous shock at her thoroughly befuddled student secretary, Sally. Dr. Sonja Smyth-Henny, Dean of the Women In Business Studies Program at the University, and the accomplished CEO and President of Beauty Services Inc., continued to stare at her young secretary for a long moment, calming herself.

Finally, with a deep breath, she went on in a much calmer voice. "Now, Sally, from the beginning..."

Sally, a five foot five inch tall dishwater blond ex-high school athlete and now Sophomore Business major and intern secretary, started at where she had begun some minutes before, when her boss had arrived in her office at Beauty Services Inc. headquarters, "A Ms. Desiree Loki called, asking for an appointment with you to discuss the use of some of our student employees in an experiment she is managing. She said the experiment was closely aligned with the WIBS Program and the results would be most beneficial to you."

"And this was Desiree Loki?"

Sally nodded. "That was the name. Uh...I...recognized her voice..."

Sonja's forehead furrowed. "You have met her before?"

Again she nodded. "A couple months ago, last semester...my Psych class...she interviewed all the girls. She said she was looking into psychological characteristics of women in certain business environments."

Sonja nodded absentmindedly, furiously trying to recall everything she could remember about this Ms. Loki.

"The interview was kinda weird, though..." Sally added, looking directly at her partly not there boss.

She got Sonja's attention. "What? Oh, I'm sorry, you said she was 'weird'?"

"Not Ms. Loki, her interview. She held it in her home, and it looked more like an exorcism or magic show than a scientific experiment."

"What did she do?"

"Well, we all sat around in chairs in a big circle, and Ms. Loki moved around the inside of the circle, sitting in turn in front of each girl, and talking to her individually. Everyone could hear what she asked each of us, but she didn't talk very loud. It was the weirdest thing, you know? We all got real quiet when she started. I guess it was the darkness and the candles and such.

"The atmosphere was like, so Halloween, you know?"

Sonja nodded thoughtfully. "What did she ask you?"

"A bunch of different questions. Some really didn't seen very important regarding business. You know, like she wanted to know about if we had any boyfriends, how often we wrote our parents, even if we were virgins still..."

"Virgins?" Sonja broke in. Then she nodded as if it made great sense.

Sally hesitated. "Do you think she's some, you know, a perv or something?"

Sonja smiled hastily. "No! No! You know how psychology thinks about how humans interact with each other. All kinds of feelings and beliefs and thoughts are involved in how we work together! But I think I'd better talk with Ms. Loki before she starts interviewing Beauty Services, Inc. staff! Please make an appointment with her as soon as possible, will you?"

"Sure! She said she wanted to meet you, too, as soon as it could be arranged. She said she was free this morning?"

Absentmindedly Sonja jerked her head up. "This morning? Okay! I've nothing pressing. Set it up!"

With a brisk nod Sally was off.

Who is this Desiree Loki? Sonja thought, sitting down behind her desk. There was much, too much, coincidence surrounding her! The first she ever heard of her was two semesters ago. That was when a number of visiting adjunct faculty in the Molecular Biology Department decided, literally at the last moment, to resign, then disappear...

Since then, whenever she had heard that Ms Loki was back in the small campus town, it always seemed that a number of graduate or undergraduate students she knew, all young, attractive, and female, would suddenly have the need to leave, even in mid semester!

Since she hired such attractive young women for her business, as well as had them in her classes, she paid close attention to their comings and goings. When such ladies started leaving school, it hurt business.

Besides, Sonja had other 'interests' that required her keeping tabs on such youthful beauty.

Not even thirty yet and already well off financially as well as socially from her successful business of supplying beauty to corporate clients, everything from runway models to corporate spokespersons, and with a steady, limitless reservoir of talent from her classrooms, many of her employees thought she should be looking for a 'life partner' to participate in her success. Still young, she had never given herself the time to even question her own attractiveness, but, then again, she never had any reason to question her looks.

Men had been tripping over their tongues when she walked by ever since she had been mandated to start wearing a bra by her mother at the tender age of twelve. And it wasn't a 'training' bra she began with!

But she honestly could say that MEN had never distracted her from her goal of being a successful businesswoman.

Having been an accomplished, though amateur, athlete in three different sports, as well as an avid practitioner of daily, hour long 'professional' workouts, her physique more than complemented her razor sharp mind. She effortlessly dominated, physically, her all-female classroom.

Wearing a typically severe cut business suit of dark blue slacks, light lavender long sleeve silk blouse with pink silk tie/sash under a short, pant color matching coat, her physical charms were well displayed. Her blouse, intentionally designed to emphasize her well formed and sized bosom, jutted out much more than was customary in conservative business circles, and displayed in the open top two buttons a generous amount of deep, dark cleavage, while her slacks were clearly cut to outline her powerful and well dimensioned hips and thighs.

Born from Mediterranean ancestry with 'all around' tanned flesh, she was tall, nearly five eleven, with shoulder length, naturally yellow-blond hair that touched shoulders as wide and flat as a carpenter's level. Her breasts, readily overflowing a typical 'C' cup bra, were firm and nearly perfectly conical, capped by large, milk chocolate nipples that seemed always erect. A tight, narrow waist showed abs of pure tempered steel, and her sleek hips presented round but vividly defined, rock hard buns of similar steely tone. At her loins she kept a veritable forest of yellow bush, severely trimmed at the edges, untouched otherwise, producing a wild, unfettered saffron pubescence scarred only by a nearly, but not quite completely, obscured single crimson slash. Her legs were those of a sprinter: long with full, powerful thighs and slim, delineated calves.

In the showers her students and fellow sports teammates, female all, would literally moan when she bent over before them to retrieve a carelessly dropped soap bottle.

Just the kind of response that DID interest her!

As her brilliant mind so often did in coming to rationally derived conclusions, Sonja realized early, nearly half of her life ago, that her complete lack of interest in anything masculine, as well as, of course, the thrill she derived in getting into the pants of any teenaged girlfriend, meant that she was born a hardcore lesbian. Subsequently her continued disinterest in men and fascination, sometimes she called it obsession, with women, governed other decisions in her life. It was one main reason she formed her company.

A veritably inexhaustible supply of employees and bed-partners!

She made sure her 'affairs' did not interfere with her classroom or boardroom duties, but that was the only restraint she placed on her romantic preferences. Ever since her first conquest, at age fifteen, she had been a confirmed, unapologetic muff-diving lesbian.

And ecstatic with it.

A smile crossed Sonja's lips. Someday I'm planning on bedding Sally! Before she graduates!

When the girl would be ready!

And someday Sonja would make her ready!

But there lay the crux of the problem Sonja now had with this Ms. Loki. Sonja could smell a dyke a mile away!

And Ms. Loki stunk to high heaven with it!

"Takes one to know one!" Sonja mumbled, losing her little smile.

But how to get rid of her? She couldn't just have the school paper proclaim that Desiree Loki was a girl enslaving dyke!

That might actually improve Ms. Loki's recruitment activities!

No, In situations like this the only solution was to confront Ms. Loki and let her know in no uncertain terms that Beauty Services, Inc. was Sonja's hunting ground!

She would have to deal with Ms. Loki personally!

In less than an hour, she had to.

With a little knock on her door, Sally stuck her head in and announced, breathlessly, "Ms. Smyth-Henny, Ms. Loki..."

She didn't even wait for the perfunctory permission to admit the visitor before the girl pulled open the door and allowed the woman to enter.

With one glance Sonja had an instant hatred of Ms. Loki. Granted, the woman's challenge to her 'harem' already biased the CEO, but there was something else about the woman, as soon as she appeared, that set off Sonja's interpersonal hate reflex.

Maybe the sensuous way in which the exotic woman took the outrageous liberty to stroke and then gently squeeze Sally's skirt clad ass as she stepped past the door holding, wide eyed girl...

The action added just enough arrogant claim to title of Sonja's female 'property', (And at their first meeting, no less!) to firmly establish a true hatred in the woman's mind.

Then again, perhaps it was just envy at the way Sally gawked at the woman, giving her all the liberty she wanted with her lush teen tail. How long had Sonja fantasized gaining permission from Sally to do just that very familiarity?!

Abruptly, though, after just one stride fully into Sonja's office, the CEO's vision fixed on the visitor.

She couldn't seem to pull her eyes away.

The 'woman' was indeed striking. As tall as Sonja, with just as squared shoulders and assured, strong demeanor, she instantly, with her first step into her office, began extruding an unrestrained, unexplained, and outrageously consciousness penetrating...lust, for a better word. It seemed to surge through the room in waves, waves coinciding with each of the woman's sure, firm, forceful steps.

Eyes fixed on the incredibly attractive, steadily advancing woman, Sonja abruptly found herself beginning to pant, her face flushing, her skin heating up.

At first impression the woman struck Sonja as a modernized version of Morticia Addams: Beautiful alabaster skin vividly contrasted by long, straight, absolute black hair and an also absolute black, ankle length dress with matching short jacket.

The open jacket revealed a plunging 'V' neckline down to her waist, fully exposing the medial half of full, curved, plump breasts that dwarfed Sonja's not small beauties. The curve of the cleavage was intoxicating as the woman advanced with assured strides that made her boob flesh quiver and bounce like too firm jello.

Her dress, nominally cut in a quite conservative business style, nonetheless cling to every inch and curve of an incredible figure right out of a 1950's girlie magazine. Her waist, especially, was...ridiculously narrow compared to either her generous jugs or bubble butt equipped hips. As she walked into the office her hips flipped back and forth as if mounted on perfectly frictionless ball bearings.

Her legs went on forever. Outlined completely and perfectly by her painted on black skirt, they were revealed to be long, strong, perfect.

The dramatic contrast between her pale flesh and black accouterments was, in a word, striking.

As Sally closed the door Sonja caught herself staring at Ms. Loki's swaying hips as she stepped up to the visibly staggered CEO's desk. For a long moment Ms. Loki stood before Sonja's desk, letting the woman stare at her wide, luscious, generous, desirable hips...

Suddenly Sonja heard tapping...

Someone's toe tapping...

Tapping on the office floor...

With a physical start and shudder, Sonja realized it was Ms. Loki tapping her toe! Abruptly jerking her eyes up from their mesmerization upon the woman's roundly jutting and visually delicious skirt covered mound, she rose, somewhat shakily, and reflexively offered her hand.

"S...Sorry!" she gasped, eyes now fixing on Ms. Loki's, "I am Sonja Smyth-Henny..."

Ms. Loki's face was oval, exotic, and...different. Oriental? Her eyes were huge, oval...no, more almond shaped. They veritably glowed! Now green...no, almost red...

Her full, crimson lips looked about the most kissable lips Sonja had ever seen...

Her ears...they screamed for her attention. They were long. Not big, just long...about twice too long...

They came to a sharp point...like a Vulcan from 'Star Trek'!

Ms. Loki took Sonja's offered hand in her own. She took it firmly, possessively. Her hand was hot, too hot. Sexy hot. She seemed to take her hand from her, to take possession of it, to swallow it up in her own, not any larger, hand.

It felt so good in her grasp!

Smile widening as Sonja again lost herself in gawking at Ms. Loki's beautifully alien face, the dark haired woman pulled on Sonja's hand, extending her arm, making her lean forward until she had to plant her other arm upon her polished desk to keep from falling over.

Her eyes never left Ms. Loki's.

"I am Desiree Loki!" she replied with a broad grin in a voice that sent wicked chills up Sonja's spine. "Call me Desiree, My Dear!" Then she finally released Sonja's hand.

Sonja panted loudly, eyes still fixed on Desiree's smirking face, for a long count before she regained her composure enough to sit down. Desiree helped herself to a chair, moving it directly in front of Sonja's desk so they were facing one another just the width of the desk apart.

Sonja fought down the surging arousal, then, leaning on her elbows upon her desktop, she faced the still smiling Desiree only about two feet from her. She first had to clear her abruptly dry throat, "W...W...Hmmm! What can I do for you?"

Desiree's gaze was unwavering upon Sonja's, and her voice exuded torrid, unholy, unearthly eroticism, "I wish to meet with some of your students, the individuals who work for you, here, to collect...some data."

"Data? What sort of Data?"

"Psychological data regarding personal experiences, goals, desires. I would like to start with your delightful Secretary, what is her name?"

With the mention of Sally, Sonja's temper flared, her eyes getting that old fire back, "Is that what you did with the researchers in the Molecular Biology department last year? What became of them?"

Desiree's smile broadened in acknowledgment of her tactical error in admitting her interest in Sonja's student. "They were free to follow their heart's desire, My Dear, just as your...students will be. Can I help it if I am so...attractive to young women? I assure you that I have no wish to...threaten your...position with these young ladies..."

"And I assure you that you will not!" Sonja shot back. "I am afraid I cannot permit you to meet with any students until I have more information as to your intentions."

To Sonja's immense pleasure, Desiree's infuriating grin loosened a degree. "I wish to talk with them about virginity and their sexual preferences..."

"What?!" Sonja gasped, jumping up. "You want to talk about their sexual preferences? What does that have to do with business?"

Desiree just raised her eyes to keep Sonja's fixed, her smile now forced, "Yes, indeed, what does it have to do with business? You tell me!"

Sonja refused to rise to the bait, but instead sat down. She tried to look as calm as possible, even though she seethed with a dangerous soup of anger, hatred, lust, and...fear. "I am afraid I cannot permit any of my charges to participate in your...research. Not without further assurances of the girls'...safety from other departments, such as Psychology." There, you bitch! Sonja added silently. Let's see you get support from them after what you did last semester!

Suddenly Desiree leaped to her feet with an alarming rapidity that Sonja had never experienced in a human before. Hastily biting off a feral cry, she stood there a count before Sonja's desk, her face scared with a almost demonic scowl, painfully bright white fang-like teeth bared, nostrils flared, breaths deep and fast, hands clenched furiously at her sides.

Then, before Sonja could do more than jump in her chair, Desiree regained her composure, she visibly relaxed, her almost sincere smile returned. After a further moment, she locked eyes again with the uncertain Sonja. "Is there...anyway I can...persuade you to reconsider? There is much that I can...offer you!"

Sonja couldn't believe what she had just heard! The nerve! Anger flared in her and she started to give her a piece of her mind, "Why, you...I...I..." Then she saw Desiree's eyes literally change hue from green to...glowing ember red!

And the anger, hatred, even fear became smothered under waves of torrid, glowing ember red NEED!

Her eyes widened from their anger filled squint, her words drifting away into silence even though her jaw and lips continued to work a few times.

She saw Desiree's arrogant smile return as her belly suddenly heaved. A sharp, quick, ragged gasp escaped her, then, for her womb abruptly moved up towards her chest, instinctively giving more room for her vagina to expand into her further.

"To make room for what?" flashed silently through her frantic mind.

"FOR ME!" exploded in return. In another voice. Desiree's voice!

"NO TIME FOR THOUGHT," Sonja heard within herself. "ONLY NEED! FOR ME!"

Need! exploded in her heaving belly.

"Need for what?" she asked herself, confused and horribly...hot.

But she couldn't answer. She dared not answer.

She feared the answer.

"YOU NEED ME! INSIDE YOU! FAR INSIDE YOU! SUBMIT! OBEY! SPREAD YOURSELF FOR ME!"

Staring up at the smirking Desiree, panting wildly, sweat streaming down her forehead, her belly quivering, her thighs shaking, Sonja screamed at herself, "Whatever it is, is not from you! It cares not for you! Don't listen! Don't listen to it! Resist! Fight it!"

Then her eyes glazed over and her jaw drooped. Her panting jumped a notch as, unbidden by her, her thighs spread until the outside of her knees pressed against the inside of her chair's armrest.

Desiree could see a huge wet patch in Sonja's crotch.

"YOU NEED ME!" exploded again in Sonja's boiling mind. "OBEY ME!"

She was pinned in her chair, eyes fixed up to Desiree's, unable to move save for her uncontrollable thigh and belly quivering.

"SUBMIT TO ME, MY WOMAN! SUBMIT TO LOKI'S GLORY!"

"Who the hell is Loki?", suddenly seared through Sonja's enflamed mind. The answer wasn't that important, but the question itself was critical. Something, anything to anchor her thoughts, her consciousness upon. Anything to distract her sex possessed mind on something else besides...

"YOU CANNOT RESIST ME! SUBMIT!"

Silence reigned for long minutes. Silence only broken by Sonja's labored breathing.

Desiree's eyes continued to glow, her smirk unwavering as the quiet, desperate contest of wills went on.

Then, after long moments of straining, sweating struggle, Sonja suddenly noticed Desiree's smile waver, just a bit. Triumph surged through her. The bitch had limits!

"No!" Sonja managed to exclaim between tightly closed teeth. "I...will...not!"

Abruptly, with her outburst, Desiree's glowing eyes dimmed. Her lush, arousing body visibly softened, relaxed.

With immense relief Sonja felt the wicked, brutal lusty need for penetration begin to dissipate in her body. For the first time she hoped, prayed that the ordeal was finally passing.

Desiree's eyes were back to green, the glow gone. She stood serenely before Sonja's desk, only her face betraying any remaining tension. Most importantly to Sonja at that moment, Desiree's smile was quite gone.

"Your will is strong, My Dear!" she said quietly, but not softly. Every word was saturated with a terrible and utterly alien threat...sexual threat. "It has saved you...for now! But I am not accustomed to being rejected by inferiors...nor defeated by those that are foolish enough to oppose me! We will meet again, I assure you!"

Then Desiree was turning on her heel, flashing the still sweating and panting woman her magnificent buttocks encased in sprayed on slacks, and strode back to the door. As she walked Sonja couldn't help but leer at the working domes of womanly assflesh, unable to take her eyes off of Desiree's ass.

Desiree didn't so much as look back at Sonja when she opened the door and left. She left the door ajar.

Sonja closed her eyes in blessed relief, feeling her heart pound as she fought to slow her breathing. She was certain that she couldn't so much as rise from her chair until those conditions calmed. It took her a good minute to calm them.

Only then, brushing a sweaty strand of her hair off her forehead, could she get up and make for the open door. She was frightfully aware of the wet patch between her still shaky thighs as she staggered forward.

At the door, leaning on the frame for support, she was lambasted by what she saw. Desiree had not left yet. She had sweet, innocent (relatively), and still very straight Sally in her arms, crushing her bosom to bosom, bending her over backwards in a torrid lesbian kiss!

Worse, Sally was doing nothing to stop her. In fact, the girl had her arms around Desiree's neck, lifting herself into the kiss!

Helplessly Sonja watched Desiree's hands slide down the girl's smooth back until the lesbian was gripping Sally's teenaged full asscheeks in both hands right through the girl's skirt! And when Desiree opened one eye to see Sonja gawking at them in despair, without breaking the kiss, she hiked up Sally's hem to tuck it into the girl's waistband. Then she plunged both hands into the back of Sally's panties!

When they broke their kiss Sally moaned wantonly, wriggling her broad and full ass under the lesbian's grip, kissing Desiree's cheeks and throat and begging for more!

With an lewd chuckle and a totally evil glance of unholy triumph at the still panting Sonja, Desiree gave the girl more. Pulling her hands out of Sally's panties, then gripping the, admittedly undersized, white cotton panties in one long hand, the lesbian beast ripped the girl's hips naked!

Sally just moaned, "OOOO!"

Gripping the girl by her full, round, and naked ass in one hand, without taking her infuriating grin off of Sonja, Desiree brought the rent panties up to her nose. Waving the cloth under her nose, she took a long, luxurious whiff of Sally.

Sally just stood silent, swaying slowly, held in place by Desiree's fierce grip on her tail.

Tucking the panties into her coat pocket, Desiree reached under the front of Sally's skirt. Sally was soon writhing in Desiree's hands, head tilting back, neck stretching.

Then the girl's knees spread wide, putting her into a near squat. "Oh! Desiree, darling! Don't stop! I NEED you!" she wantonly moaned up at the smirking lesbian.

"You are not the only one!" Desiree replied, looking right at Sonja.

Sally's cry, especially her 'NEED!', tore through the woman. She didn't have to have the meaning of 'NEED' explained to her. Not three minutes before she had been ready to admit to the exact same thing!

She could hear Desiree's fingers working through the girl's nearly virginal, and soaked, vagina.

Desiree bent over, kissing and nuzzling Sally's open and presented throat. The girl moaned with even more wantonness, mumbling and panting like a slut. Desiree's arm was driving in and out from under that dress, working the poor, overwhelmed girl higher and higher...

Sonja could hear the sloppy sounds of expert fingerfuck and hungry girl cunt sucking on powerful fingers clear across the room!

Then Desiree opened her mouth.

Sonja saw fangs. Real fangs!

When Desiree pressed the tips against Sally vulnerable throat, the girl jumped with a squeak. But the lesbian merely jabbed deeper and harder into Sally's belly, right between her wide spread thighs, and, with a pitiful moan, the girl collapsed into Desiree's hands.

"No!" Sonja cried hoarsely when Desiree again pressed her fangs against the girl's defenseless throat.

Desiree looked up, not without some surprise, at Sonja's continued resistance. Then she frowned. "You are becoming most bothersome!" she growled.

Sonja tried to stand on her own, to present some resistance to the creature, but she could barely stand on her own feet, better yet move or attack the creature.

But her actions seemed to have an effect upon Desiree. She suddenly straightened. Then she pulled her hands out from between the girl's dripping wet thighs and quivering plump buns!

Then she brought her glistening, pussy juice dripping fingers to her face. Slowly, arrogantly, she licked them clean!

"Delicious!" she remarked, releasing Sally to stagger back to her own desk, big teenaged buns bare to the world. "You realize, My Darling, that you have been a great deal of difficulty to me!"

Her eyes glowed red again, and Sonja's breathing and heart rate jumped a notch. Totally unwillingly, she was panting in the doorway, instantly and completely aroused once more.

But, despite her jutting nipples and renewed vaginal moisture, Sonja, through a maximum effort, managed to rise up onto her own two feet in the doorway.

Desiree's frown rewarded Sonja. "Your will is strong...for a human! But know this: You cannot resist me forever! No woman can! Resist me, or worse, stand in my way, and you will suffer like so many before you have!"

She then turned and made for the office door. At the door, hand on the doorknob, she hesitated. Turning back, her eyes were the normal bright green again.

"But then, perhaps that is what you want? Do not worry, I will make your fall good...very good! The most wonderful submission of your life! It is only a matter of time...and your weak human will!"

Then she was gone.

Flare stood at the edge of the pit, positioning herself directly behind the voluptuously naked Lady Gem, just as the Sex Bout Rules of Engagement prescribed. The Aesir's Second, a Mage named Hermione, stood at the opposite edge of the circle. All four females were lusciously, beautifully naked.

Flare looked at Lady Gem's opponent. The Aesir was impressive, certainly physically. Momentarily Flare fantasized about fuck tumbling some evening with such a tall Elf. At first glance she looked susceptible to her well practiced "fucking fist assault". But she soon recalled her responsibilities as Lady Gem's Second.

Then Flare caught herself staring at Lady Gem's butt. She recalled all those times, those long, dreamy, cool evenings on the march, that she remembered as being so hot, when she passed the time with her face buried between those full, round, firm buttocks!

"Flare, remember your duty!" she rebuked herself, looked over at Hermione, the Aesir's Second.

She was a looker, no doubt! One of the best looking humans she had ever seen in this place! A human who obviously used her Mage talents to augment her physical assets. She still was a little soft, as human females tended, and, like most humans, she certainly was more 'voluptuous' than was typical for a highly trained and exercised Guild Elf.

But, from a purely hedonistic point of view, there was something to be said for competing in sex wrestling with someone with a 'surplus' of flesh!

Then the match began, Flare bringing her undivided attention back to Lady Gem. The Aesir and Guild Elf began the match in the traditional manner, coming together in the middle of the pit, embracing and passionately kissing.

The two Seconds, as required by the Sex Bout Rules of Engagement, moved to the forward most bench between the two combatants and sat down.

The two Elf derivatives were soon writhing on the mat, working to get an advantage over the other. At first, neither was successful.

Flare had total confidence in Lady Gem. She had seen her win so many times she could hardly remember the last time she had lost. If that Aesir left her pussy open to Gem's (and Flare's) famous fisting attack, it will be a short evening!

But memorable in its pleasure!

Then Flare heard...something! From the door, which was ajar, she could hear a hum...a buzzing! Turning her head she quickly made out...

A figure, tiny even for an Elf, hovering in the open doorway.

Hovering!

A Fairy!

Flare nearly jumped up from the bench, then thanked herself from not. Sudden movements like that would have frightened away the delightful creature for certain. But...a Fairy! Here! Why? How?

Looking at the Aesir and Guild Elf battling before her, she knew why! Aesir's often were agents for the Dark Lords! The Dark Lords were well known for their power over 'smaller' creatures, even inherently non-threatening creatures like Fairies.

Furthermore, Lady Gem and her were in the midst's of starting a mission against a Dark Lord Agent! It could not be a coincidence that an Aesir shows up just at the critical moment to challenge the leader of the mission! And now a Fairy, who could fly faster than an arrow, is also here, where no Fairy has been seen since Lord Loki's days...

Of course! Spies!

Quickly, but carefully, Flare glanced at Hermione. She was oblivious to the Fairy, concentrating on the match.

Would she be working for the Dark Lords, too?

A moment's thought rejected her. No, not her. She was a Mage in good standing at Ginnungagap, the Mage University. No one there would have anything to do with the Dark Lords! No, she couldn't be a traitor! She was just being an honorable Second, as the Code of Honor prescribes. Anyway, she is supposed to be a lousy sex fighter! Most humans were not very good to begin with! Obviously, from looking at that sexually enhanced teenaged body, she was a proclaimed bottom. Completely happy with losing every bout she got into. No way any serious sex fighter would have her as a Second.

Probably she the only Nobility available that would Second for an Aesir...

Flare looked back at the door and saw the Fairy still hovering. But then the Fairy saw her looking, and bolted out the door in a blur.

Flare's mind yelled: If she got away...Could tell the Dark Lords or Desiree...What does she know about our plans?

You'd better find out, and quick!

Flare, as calmly and slowly as she could manage, rose and, stark naked, slipped out the door.

Outside she heard the telltale buzz down the hall to her right. "Strange," she told herself quietly, "the open windows are to the left. Well, maybe she doesn't know the layout." Flare wasted no more time in sprinting down the hallway to her right.

Meanwhile, in the pit room, Hermione, without looking at the open door, rose and followed Flare out.

Two rooms down the hall and Flare came across another partially open door. As soon as she pushed the door open enough to permit her to enter she heard the buzzing. She made out the Fairy at once, hovering about four feet above the floor, exactly in the center of the room.

The Fairy's luscious face showed real fear.

Flare's heart went out to that adorable face. Stepping into the room, she hesitated. "Remember, Elves have a real soft spot for Fairies." she reminded herself. She studied the little creature more carefully. About a foot and a half tall, incredible figure...Flare felt the most delicious passion well up in her, just looking at the creature.

Elves really have a 'thing' for Fairies!

Those full, strong, athletic thighs, gently pear shaped boobs so full and round on such a petite body, such a small but dramatic bulging set of meaty buttocks!

Flare wished she could lick her all over!

The Fairy was hovering closer! Slowly but steadily it closed with the mesmerized Guild Elf. Flare's almond shaped eyes moistened in all too romantic bliss while a small smile crossed her own beautiful face. Her breathing picked up, and then, suddenly, completely new sensations, strange, almost forced passions surged in her and through her, building...building...building...

The closer the Fairy came, the stronger, the more repetitive the passions became.

They were so strong now...

Then Flare noticed the sparkling dust floating before her face!

"What?!" she gasped just before a pair of teenaged hands slipped under her sweaty armpits (Elves never sweated unless they were REALLY turned on!) and gripped her swollen, perfect tit cones.

A sweet teen voice enveloped her head. "Hmm! You are hot, Flare! Guild Elves smell so...sexy! I've so longed to fuck you! But you Guild Elves are so good at sex wrestling that i wouldn't have a chance of getting on top of you! So, sorry about the cheat, but I had to use the Fairy Dust, or i could never get to you! Don't worry, though, you'll soon agree with me! Now, why don't we get acquainted, okay?"

Through her sex dazed mind she recognized the teenager's voice, Hermione! "What are you doing?" Flare gasped, head spinning, wicked jolts of horniness surging up her spine. "By the Missing Loki, I'm hot!" Flare gasped to herself, fighting an almost overwhelming urge to get on her back, spread wide and throw her legs up over her head! "The feeling's almost as strong as I get with Sir Roger!"

Hermione pinched Flare's nipples, making the suddenly helpless Elf gasp raggedly, then cry out. "Hmm! That Fairy dust really works!" the brown haired girl chuckled, twisting Flare's pebble hard nipples back and forth. "Victoria said that Desiree promised it would turn Elves into sluts! And you know that Desiree is always right...especially about Elves! Now, let's take care of you and we can have all the fun we want!" Hermione began to drag the Elf towards the nearby bench.

"No!" Flare gasped, shaking her head. But that was all she could do, her thighs were already quivering and her bald puss was literally soaked. The Mage easily dragged her, panting and whining, to the bench.

The Fairy, grinning evilly and beautifully, followed.

Standing before the bench, still held by her aching, throbbing tits by Hermione, Flare gawked at the nearby hovering Fairy with real fear born by ignorance. The Fairy literally licked her lips as her eyes roamed up and down the Guild Elf's perfect form.

She had never seen a Fairy this up close and obviously soon to be personal, and all the tall tales and myths about them ran through her drugged head. She was afraid they all might be true after all!

"I'm afraid I'm supposed to...get you out of the way, Flare! Nothing personal! I wish I didn't have to! But I have no choice. It's either you or me, you see. Either I do what Victoria says or she'll turn that Fairy on me! And I don't know about you, but I'm very convinced that Fairies are quite capable of doing all those terrifying and wonderful things to girls and their...parts that the stories say! I have no desire to be fucked mindless under Fairy tongue!

"So I'm really sorry about this, but Victoria said the Desiree demanded that you, personally, be eliminated. Something about you disturbs her plans, apparently something like that, and I have learned not to ask too many questions to Elves like Desiree! Don't you worry about your lover, Gem, though, for I'm told that your Lady Gem will be attended to personally by Desiree! I envy Gem!"

"What are you talking about?" Flare moaned, fighting the Fairy dust, but not effectively. "Elves are immortal..."

"Oh, I didn't mean kill you! I know better than that, really! I, like, am going to just fuck you brainless! With the help of my Fairy friend and...well, Desiree is really experienced at fucking people, humans, and Elves, especially Elves, into mindless fuckslaves, and she's been kind enough, through Victoria, to provide me with just the...tool to do it!"

Then Flare squealed wildly when a long, thick, hard pole abruptly goosed right up between her magnificent buttocks. Then, as the rock hard pole cooked in her wet, hot, deep asscrack, Flare's big, almond shaped eyes drooped closed and she gnawed on her lower lip.

It felt so much like Sir Roger's...Cock!

It had been so long since that night...bent over the log...firelight reflecting off her upturned, wet asscheeks as he mounted her...

Instinctively she began rotating her ass upon and around the hot, tormenting pole.

Why wasn't Sir Roger here, now, to take her again!

She was so hot!

Hermione rudely interrupted Flare's half fantasy, half memory, "See?! Just what Victoria said would happen! Don't worry, thought, I can't make you pregnant! Its my clit, you know! Only its just enlarged to about fourteen by four inches! A little big, in my opinion, for Elven girl-hole, or butthole, if you ask me! But Victoria said that Desiree had told her that Elf sluts like you...excuse me, but I AM quoting!...won't be able to tell the difference from Lord Loki's Cock Itself once I plant it in your belly!

"I can hardly wait to see you light up...you Elves do light up those big, pretty eyes of yours when you're penetrated by a be-spelled prick, don't you? Well, I'm, for one, am going to find out! So, shall we start? I can hardly wait to see those big eyes of yours roll up into your skull and watch you drool all over yourself after I fuck you stupid!"

The hovering Fairy moved in, her bright, big eyes leering at Flare's frightened ones. She smoothly slid in until she hovered face to face with the panting Elf. Then she licked her lips.

Hermione huskily whispered, grinning so wide that Flare could 'hear' the smirk in her voice, "Do it, Baby! She's all yours! Take her! Break her like all the others!"

With an incredibly high pitched, blood chilling and pussy tingling chuckle, the Fairy slowly descended, passing inches from Flare's pebbly, straining nipples.

Flare could feel the Fairy's surprisingly torrid breath against her straining tit tips as the little sex monster descended to the seat of Flare's damnable, soaking wet weakness!

Eyes wide and fixed on the Fairy's, Flare shook her head quickly and, she desperately hoped, forcefully, but her traitorous body, already enslaved to the awesome influence of both the Fairy and Hermione's Fairy dust, could do...would do nothing else in resistance as the Fairy moved down Flare's lush, horribly aroused, naked frame.

"Its the fairy dust, Flare," Hermione breathed into her ear. "You might as well give in and enjoy it! You can't do anything to save yourself! But, then again, the Fairy dust is irresistible, isn't it? You don't want to stop my Friend from taking you, do you?

"And do you feel what I have stuck up your butt? Feels so good there, doesn't it? All your body wants to do now is fuck! And it won't let your silly little mind get in the way, will it? I know! Believe me! Victoria used the same thing on me and we must of fucked for hours! Now let Moonbeam...Oh, I am sorry! Introductions! This is Moonbeam Elfsubjugator! Appropriate name, isn't it?"

By now Flare couldn't respond. Her voice was gone in a dry, constricted throat and stilled breath. Moonbeam had taken that moment to grip in her powerful, little hands the Elf's soaked, tight pussy lips and yank them apart, fully revealing her jutting clit. Then, as Flare watched in utter fascination and feminine terror, the beautiful Fairy wrapped her talented lips around Flare's betrayed, tautly swollen, unhooded sex button. Engulfing the nearly inch long clit entirely in her mouth, Moonbeam simply started sucking...sucking...sucking...

At once the Elf grimaced dramatically, her head falling back against the nastily crowing Hermione's shoulder. All Flare could do was whine through her clenched teeth as the pleasure built...and built...and built...

Hermione flexed her stiff pseudo-prick deep in the whining Elf's tail crease, "Now, why don't you have a seat on my lap, Flare? Like a good little Elf? I think you'll find it most...penetrating!" Hermione giggled again, then, holding Flare by the sides of her ribs, pulled her down with her as she sat.

Flare felt the clit nursing Fairy reach up and seize both her stiff red nipples in her tiny, but powerful hands. With the first twist, the Elf's knees buckled and she complied, no longer able to control her legs, obediently sitting on Hermione's seated lap.

Skillfully the Mage moved her throbbing fourteen inch long, wrist thick clit forward slightly until it was perfectly aligned with the Elf's descending pussy...

Flare's whines suddenly turned into full throated screams as she sank down completely upon Hermione's firm thighs, her pussy most cooperative spreading wide around the unbendable feminine prick. She didn't stop sliding down that clit until her womb was resting atop its iron hard length.

Hermione immediately took the Elf by her shoulders and pulled her back against her own furiously stiff nipples and full, teen utters.

Now the Elf couldn't get up, even if she wanted to.

Flare squirmed upon Hermione's lap...upon Hermione's impressively long 'cock', gasping and gurgling. A fist sized knot had formed just below her navel and, as she squirmed, the knot moved about.

It was Hermione.

Moonbeam landed on her feet, and silenced her wings. She was just tall enough to comfortably reach Flare's jumping clit with her awesomely talented mouth. In the silence the rapid, high pitched sucking of the Fairy seemed to fill the room.

Moonbeam began stroking the insides of Flare's thighs, adding to the wicked pleasure. Soon she powerfully spread the Elf's thighs until Flare's legs were almost 180 degrees apart.

Whimpering and squirming, Flare could only watch as Hermione reached down and grabbed her behind the knees. Effortlessly she drew Flare's knees up until they were alongside her heaving tits.

"Time for me to do some fucking!" Hermione whispered into Flare's ear. "Let me know if this feels good, will you?" Then she slid her hips back, pulling over half of her clit out of the Elf's dripping wet twat. Then she shoved up, driving the iron bar hard clit a good foot up into Elven belly.

Flare gasped as it slid in, then slammed her eyes and mouth shut when the clit plowed into her cervix. She turned her head away, teeth clenched and eyes screwed shut.

There was a horribly tall bulge just below her navel.

"Feel good?" Hermione teased, grinding away against the Elf's womb. "Want more?" she added, pulling back.

Flare shook her head a little, but did nothing else as the withdrawing clit slowed. Then it stopped.

"How does this feel!" Hermione yelled, slamming up into Elf belly with even more force.

Flare howled, head thrown back, as her belly bulged and stars flashed behind her eyes. That one hit the spot!

"I thought so!" Hermione chuckled. "You see, we women know each other's 'spots' like men, even Lord Loki, cannot! That's what Victoria did to me, and now...I'm...going...to...show...to...you...!"

With each word Hermione slammed up into the howling Elf's receptive belly. With each slam Flare howled and her mind exploded. It was obvious to everyone that the poor Elf couldn't withstand much before cumming.

Hermione stopped just before the Elf broke. "Want me to stop, sweet twat?"

Panting like a long distance runner, dripping with sweat, belly swollen with magic clit, Flare whined and stared at the clit gnawing Fairy.

Moonbeam just winked at her. She had seen that expression in the eyes of many a Guild Elf. Flare was losing this sex fight!

"Please!" Flare gasped hoarsely. "Don't stop! Please!"

"Please what?" Hermione teased, beginning another withdrawal.

Flare hesitated as long as she could, but her wide spread thighs were quivering, her swollen belly heaving. She broke in less than a minute.

"Fuck me, Hermione! Please! I can't stand it!"

After a brief but degrading laugh, Hermione looked down at Moonbeam. "Ok, baby, let's blow this Elf-slut's head off!

With an arrogant nod, Moonbeam opened her mouth wide, bared her tiny, pointed teeth, and then clamped down on Flare's jumping clit.

At the same exact moment that Hermione began fucking furiously up into Flare's pussy, turning her belly into quivering jello.

And Flare began happily screaming Hermione's victory.

Roger heard the high pitched, hysterical screams as soon as the two Elves and he exited the pit room. At once all knew where they were coming from, they were so loud. He easily out raced Lady Gem and the quivering Victoria to the open door.

Lady Gem, now dealing with an increasingly resistant Victoria, waved him on. "You get Flare! I'll take came of this bimbo!' She added a wicked, and loud, slap across Victoria's bouncing right bun for emphasis.

Roger nodded, then dashed ahead.

At the door her hesitated, until her heard Flare's next staccato of howls. With them he immediately slipped inside.

Behind his hood his jaw dropped. What was that bushy brown haired girl doing to Flare! And with what?! Was that a cock? No, another oversized clit, like Victoria!

Then he looked down between Hermione's legs.

What the hell was that...a living Barbie Doll?! Tinker Bell?

Damn if it didn't look like a Fairy! A damn good looking one, at that!

His last remark to himself stemmed from his first inspection of Moonbeams impressive, though diminutive, ass. Only about eighteen inches tall, she had the fullest ass for her size that Roger had seen since Flare (and Lady Gem)!

And what was she doing to Flare!

Flare's next squeal confirmed his suspicions: She's sucking, no chewing, on Flare's clit! No wonder Flare was screaming!

He suddenly wished he had thought of that, back by the stream!

His own Divine Cock jerked mightily and regained its former hardness after just a second of watching Flare's helpless thrashing and hysterical wailing while being worked over by the two omnipotent lesbian monsters.

Hoarsely and breathlessly, she couldn't seem to stop her forced and, worse, grateful sounding shrieks, "OH!...OH!...OH!...OH!...OH!... OH!...OH!...I...love...OH!...you...Herm...Herm...OH!...YOU'RE...SO...GOOD!...HERMIONE!...FUCK ME!...SQUEAL!

That last thankful plea to a lesbian rapist did it! He's better do something, quick, or Flare will be lost to him! First Janey, now Flare! When some dame cunt lickers start Flare on the road to dykehood, Roger draws the line! Flare was his!

Then, in a flash of realization, Roger finally admitted to himself what he should have known...that he...loved the little Elven sexpot! She had been the best thing in his life, and it wasn't just because she was the best cocksucker he ever met nor that she let him fuck her friends, either!

But he realized that the time for 'As the Testicles Turn' soap opera stuff was not this moment! He had to break up that little lesbian cabal, and quick!

Flare was just about well done, already!

Fortunately, Roger thought with a smile, he hadn't been seen, yet. And, recalling how he broke Victoria earlier, he realized that he was equipped with just the 'weapon' to defeat the little brown haired bitch!

Quietly he pulled his disguise off. His over sixteen inch long cock drooled foot long ropes of precum to the floor as he stared at the fuck preoccupied brown hair bitch fucking HIS GIRL...er...ELF!

He stepped forward slowly and quietly, hoping to, at least, obtain the element of surprise. After three steps, about six feet from the Fairy's mouth watering ass, Flare managed to open her bleary eyes and see him.

Frightened that she would betray him and warn the others, he hesitated. But when the tired, strained, and hopeful, little smile crossed her lips, he knew she was still on the same side as he was.

Of Divine Cock!

With his next step Flare suddenly reached down and grabbed Hermione by the back of her knees. Before the hard pounding girl could react, the Elf yanked the girl's legs up over and alongside her own raised legs.

Suddenly Roger saw his target: Teenaged tight and virginally pink, yet dripping wet, pussy! He jumped at the chance, dashing up the last three steps to the suddenly startled girl.

"Who..." she gasped, eyes opening wide at her first vision of a man since she entered Alfheim. But her mind was still quick, "Moonbeam! Watch out!"

But Moonbeam didn't react fast enough, her mind too preoccupied with the taste of Flare's clit. When she finally released her 'meal' and turned, Roger's meaty battering ram was in her face.

Literally! His drooling mess of a glans smacked right into her startled face, her nose disappearing into his piss slit, copious worms of wadd wrapping around her chin, filling her eye sockets, slapping tackily over her beautiful blond hair.

"Ack!" was all the outraged Fairy could exclaim, in an incredibly high pitched and pissed off voice, as she bounced off Roger's spongy cockhead. Wiping furiously at her goo covered eyes, she started up her wings.

Roger reached for the just beginning to hover sex doll, but his rigid cock, swinging side to side from its own momentum, reached the Fairy first. Like a baseball bat, his prick whapped the Fairy alongside the head and she went tumbling beyond his reach. She nearly lost it altogether and crashed to the floor before recovering.

Roger stared at the furious, cum covered Fairy, who returned a glaring stare of pure "I'm going to bite your ball off next time we meet!" Then she was up in an angry buzz and, with a high pitched but extremely nasty sounding exclamation in her own tongue, made for the still open door in a blur.

Roger instantly wished he had closed the door, but his thoughts were broken when he felt Flare's claws grip his swaying cock by his shaft. Looking back at Flare, he saw her pull on him.

"Roger! Quick, fuck her! Oh, Sir Roger, fuck her before it's too late for me! It's okay! I give you permission to fuck her brains out! Please!"

Roger just leaned forward, watching with wide eyes as Flare securely planted his drooling glans right into the brown haired girl's tight twat. As the moist heat of the girl's pussy instinctively caused him to thrust through Flare's guiding hand grip, Roger couldn't help but think, "Was this place great or what?"

Hermione howled when she felt the substantially bigger cock press between her parting labia and right into her open puss hole. "This can't be happening!" she screamed at herself.

"Oh, yes it can, Hermione!" Flare replied, not without a 'little' revenge in her voice. "This is Sir Roger, my...Master and Lover..."

"What?!" Hermione cried.

"What?!" Roger gasped, looking at her in utterly pleasant surprise.

"...my Man!" she added, smiling up at him as he started his thrust through her guiding hands.

All Hermione could do after that was howl.

Roger moaned as the girl's incredibly tight pussy reluctantly engulfed him. At least, most of him. She was no Elf. About a foot was all her teen belly could house of his massively thick organ. But when he plowed into her womb, and he saw the look she gave him, confirmed to him that he was doing to her what he had done to Victoria.

Fucked the magic right out of her!

He pinned Hermione's knees back against the bench, opening her hardly used saddle as wide as a little girl could be. Then he began plowing her.

She immediately stopped her indignant howling and started the sweetest moaning, clearly of the most intense pleasure she had ever received from being penetrated, as her stuffed twat sucked noisily and hungrily on him.

When he glanced down he saw that Flare's formerly clit filled pussy was appropriately empty! The huge clit was no more!

As he picked up speed and power, his softball sized nuts began slapping noisily off the girl's plump, wet asscheeks, adding to the symphony of their fucking.

Flare grabbed him by his ears and, quite forcefully, pulled his head down to her shoulder. Not missing a teen belly swelling stroke, he buried his head against Flare's smooth neck and tasted her. In turn she whispered oh-so-hotly into his ear, "Oh, I love you, Sir Roger! I need you! Right after you save Hermione! Fuck her! Fuck her good! Break the spell that Desiree put her under! That's it! Keep stroking! Like when you took me! Like when I wanted you to take me! Oh, I love you!"

Roger crushed his lips against hers and she eagerly submitted to his tongue. His cock jumped and nearly exploded in Hermione's sucking belly, Flare's mouth tasted so good.

Suddenly Hermione was nuzzling Roger's neck! Breaking the kiss, Roger looked at the girl, shock on his face.

Hermione looked back at him with the face of a love possessed little teenybopper, receiving, and loving, her first real fuck. Her hands gripped his hips, pulling on him. urging him on!

"Oh, I'm going..." he moaned as both sweet little sexpots urged him on, kissing and lapping his neck and face. He was surrounded with cock hungry fuck puppies, wanting nothing more than to have him empty his balls into them!

Then Flare pulled his head down again. Only this time to Hermione's face! She captured him in the sweetest sweet 16 kiss, melting under him, yielding all of herself to him.

Then she opened her mouth and thrust her tongue into him! Suddenly she was the sluttiest, most wanton Daddy's little girl in the world of dirty old men fantasies! Her lush, tight hips humped into his mighty fuck strokes. She moaned wantonly into his tongue filled mouth. She clawed his back furiously, instinctively knowing how to drive a dirty old man over the edge!

With that tight twat sucking on his meat, Roger really didn't need such urging!

The coup de grace was when Flare reached around Hermione's humping ass to grab his bouncing balls! When she sank her long, merciless claws into his baby makers, he couldn't hold his load back.

No mere mortal male could have.

At that moment he thought that even Lord Loki Himself would have had to spew!

"I'm cuming!" he desperately cried into Hermione's passion filled kiss. But he didn't need to warn the girl, for his cock was jumping like a horizontal pogo stick in the girl's stuffed, cocksucking belly.

But Hermione, now fucked into her old, young self, did break the kiss, in a hurry. "Oh, No! Don't cum! Oh, please don't cum in me! I'll get pregnant! Please!"

But Roger's feeble male mind was out of it. He was making the last few hard, unstoppable thrusts to bliss in a delightfully tight and hungry teenager's belly, and didn't want to be, couldn't be, disturbed.

At least Flare's faculties were still functioning. Releasing his swollen nuts, she cried out to Roger, "Pull out of her! She's human! She'll get pregnant"

"Huh?" Roger mumbled, not missing a frantic stroke!

Flare knew that action was necessary, not words, with the brain fried Roger. On his next withdrawal, using her literally superhuman reflexes, she caught his jerking cock at the apex of his withdrawal and managed to pull the head out of the orgasming girl's juice spraying pussy (She was a 'squirter', on top of everything else, Flare remarked, not without some envy!), and tried to aim it at her own wide open twat.

Roger's next furious thrust bounced off Flare's mound and clit, making the Elf howl with delightful pain. He kept right on thrusting, right between her cock gripping hands, until his cockhead upper-cutted the Elf's chin. Pulling back again, leaving a long rope of precum stuck to Flare's chin, he fucked her hands in foot long strokes.

After four furious hand fucks, he froze at full extension, his purple cockhead hovering an inch or so over Flare's chin.

She starred wide eyed at his jumping cockhead for a long count, holding her breath. Then Roger gasped and spewed a quart of wormy babystuff, in just four massive jets, all over Flare's head. Mindlessly smiling and cuming, Roger didn't even register when Hermione gripped his cock, too, and moved it a couple of inches to his right so his next four spews, another quart or so of yellow tinged eggwhite, went right into her open mouth and all over her freshly fucked teenager face.

Roger had no memory of this. At that moment he didn't give a fuck.

Even when Flare applied her feet long Elven tongue to his jerking, still pumping cockhead, he just gasped and delivered. His mind was, temporarily, not of this world.

It would be a good ten minutes of tongue cleaning before Roger would recognize reality again, and before the two most excellently fucked and fed females would be able to see that reality!

Sonja dismissed Sally early. It was all she could do with the girl, really, what with her walking around in a glassy eyed daze all day, and Sonja knowing quite well she was lusciously naked under that skirt...

Sonja then decided to quit early herself. Her body had been buzzing all day, and nothing could seem to calm it down, ever since Desiree had...

Sally was gone, pantyless and all, and the offices were locked up for the day, as Sonja exited the elevator into the basement level parking garage. Even though it was hardly three in the afternoon, the garage was deserted, only about a third of the stalls occupied by cars, and no other people around.

But the concrete subterranean structure was well lit and, as she was familiar by now with its twists and turns, she felt no concern for being alone. Besides, her car was not halfway down the length of the garage from the elevator. Just around the corner and thirty or so feet...

She walked around the huge concrete column that formed the leading edge of the wall that extended out from the elevator door. So preoccupied with getting home, as well as nonchalant about her safety at this time of day, that she walked right past the figure standing behind the column. She only got a glimpse out the corner of one eye before the figure was on her.

Her mind barely had the time to register "Desiree!" before the tall woman grabbed her by the head, one hand holding her by the lower back of her skull, the other seizing her under the chin.

Sonja was only able to cry out an unintelligible "Ack!" before Desiree pulled her by that head grip into her embrace. The businesswoman only had enough time to focus briefly on Desiree's triumphant face before the alien female captured Sonja's red lips in a fiercely intense lesbian kiss.

With first contact between their lips Sonja began shuddering and then vividly jerking in Desiree's head grip, nearly swooning as unwanted but masterful passions flooded her. She instantly was seized with such unconscionable carnal needs even more potent and outrageously possessive than what Desiree had used on her earlier in her office. She was instantly overwhelmed by the passionate ambush, gripped by submissive lesbian rapture.

All Sonja could think, once those lips captured hers, was how hot, silken, delicious Desiree was! The lips felt blistering, unnaturally hot, but entirely in an intensely pleasurable form. Those lips captured and controlled hers effortlessly, embracing and engulfing them in flesh of the texture of hot liquid velvet that smelt and tasted of sweet, spicy cinnamon.

Sonja could spend all day sucking on those lips.

Not breaking the kiss, Desiree smoothly adjusted her right hand, the one holding her victim by the throat, until her thumb and fingers reached into the joint of Sonja's lower jaw.

Then Sonja felt Desiree's tongue force open her lips and began pressing against her closed teeth. With the first hesitation to opening her jaws, Sonja felt Desiree's fingers press into her jaw joint.

With the first squeeze the fingers threatened great, bone cracking strength, but they pressed just enough to illustrate, not demonstrate, the overwhelming power behind them.

The effect was immediate and overwhelming. Intimidated by the apparent awesome power of this woman, both emotional and physical, Sonja let her jaw drop. Immediately a tongue of huge dimensions forced open her teeth and plunged wildly into her mouth!

Sonja's eyes popped open with the mouth filling intrusion, but the intense taste of Desiree's tongue, an alien but consummately delicious mixture of cinnamon and intimately raw, meaty flesh, quickly overwhelmed any fear.

The tongue was two to three times as wide as her own, and much, much lengthier. It was muscular and flexible, like a tentacle, and it reached every crevice in her mouth with ease. She could do nothing but taste the lingus as it dominantly yet very sensuously violated her wide open oral cavity. When it finished with her mouth Sonja was squirming in undesired yet undeniable feminine heat.

Then the tongue proceeded to force itself down her throat!

Desiree held her helpless victim's head securely in her vice-like grip, listening bemused as Sonja gagged and choked from the wickedly powerful lingus forcing its way into her gullet.

Sonja panicked at first, which was natural for a human with a foot of writhing, slimy tongue sliding down their throat. But Desiree's cinnamon flavored saliva was also a natural anesthetic which quickly deaden the nerves of the woman's gag reflex. All too soon Sonja calmed and began appreciating the tasty, meaty tongue she was being forced to deep throat.

Soon the woman was enthusiastically sucking on the tongue-snake!

With their lips passionately grinding together, and the human-bitch suckling on the foot of tongue fucking down her throat, Desiree confidently released Sonja's head. Maintaining the kiss with ease, Sonja making no effort to slow or break their lip lock, Desiree dropped her left hand down to grip possessively Sonja's flexed buns of steel. As Sonja whimpered and gurgled into Desiree's mouth, Desiree sank her fingers into the woman's buttmeat, effortlessly defeating Sonja's rock hard buns.

The effect of such domination over her pride and joy, her rock hard buns, sent a thrill of submission through Sonja that she had not felt since she was a teenager being groped for the first time in Junior High under the bleachers! Never had she thought having her ass mauled by an overwhelming opponent could feel so...good! Her hands rose to grip Desiree's broad, powerful shoulders, urging the kiss on and giving the other woman carte blanch to continue her ass fondling.

Desiree did not need any urging nor permission! Her right hand left Sonja's throat and dropped to the front of the woman's expensive business slacks. With blurred speed she popped open the waist and pulled down the zipper in front. Releasing Sonja's quivering asscheeks for just a count, she let the slacks pool around Sonja's ankles.

Now Sonja's only defense was her pantyhose...

It was no defense as Desiree plunged both her hands, one in front, the other in back, right down past her waistband and into Sonja's pantyhose. Stretching the material with ease, she slid down over the woman's quivering, jumping nether flesh until her fingers were plunging into woman crease: Deep, dark, sweaty asscrack in back, dripping wet and floppy lipped pussy in front.

Now Sonja reacted! With a choked cry she pulled her lips back, breaking the kiss. She had to wait until Desiree noisily pulled her inhuman tongue from her plugged throat, but once she did Sonja began an almost frantic protest about Desiree's violation of her pantyhose. "No!" she croaked, her throat stretched from the tongue-fuck, "No! Stop! Not that! That's too...far...too...much...OOOOH!"

Her protest ended in a long, miserable moan of unbearable pleasure as the again arrogantly smirking Desiree stroked one magnificent finger up and down her puss slit, right over her jutting clit. There was nothing the businesswoman could do but moan. It felt just so God damn...good!

"Stop!" she gasped breathlessly and unconvincingly as she started humping the lesbian monster's cunt buried hand.

Desiree just chucked at her distress. "You fool! Think you can resist me! So, you don't want me in your ugly pantyhose? Very well..." She pulled her hands out of Sonja's underwear, then seized the waistband in front and back with each hand and...

Effortlessly ripped Sonja's pantyhose into two leg clinging shreds!

Sonja screamed from the all too erotic thrill of having the all-powerful woman demonstrate her power by stripping her. What remained of her pantyhose contracted and wrapped around her two thighs, leaving her entire hips, ass, and puss naked! The completely intimidated woman looked in absolute and highly erotic fear at the towering beast throwing the shreds of her underwear disdainfully to the floor.

Watching her underwear float to the concrete floor, Sonja could only emit a pathetic "No!" in an awed whisper.

Desiree just laughed disdainfully before squatting before the bare assed woman. Reaching both of her arms between Sonja's parted thighs, she gripped the woman's two hard, round buttocks in her two hands. Then she hefted Sonja into her arms as if she were a little child, making the woman sit in her hands with her legs dangling over the beast's arms.

With her face inches from Sonja's soaked, completely open pussy, she looked up at the intimidated woman. "Now, you will learn your place!" she said forcefully. Then she extended her inhuman tongue.

"AAAH! No! Please! AAAAAEEEEE!" Sonja wailed incoherently as Desiree's tongue tip began flicking up and down in a blur...flicking up and down directly upon Sonja's unhooded clit.

Within half a minute Desiree had Sonja jerking and thrashing in her hands and arms, unable to control her spastic movements in response to the wicked, electric, almost painful jolts of outrageous pleasure that clit flicking tongue effortlessly generated in her. She was helpless almost instantly.

Desiree could do whatever she wanted to the woman now.

Slowly Desiree rose from her squat, lifting the squealing Sonja with her. As if she weighted nothing at all, the beast flung the woman's legs over her inhumanly broad and powerful shoulders, still holding her by the ass. With her pants wrapped around her ankles, holding her legs on each side of Desiree's head, even if Sonja could think of some way of escaping, she couldn't get her legs over Desiree's head without Desiree's help.

Rising to her full height, she pressed Sonja's head to the concrete ceiling of the garage, then forced the woman to docilely bend over Desiree's head. Head down, eyes screwed shut and teeth clenched from the wicked clit flicking sensations, Sonja gripped Desiree by her hair.

Desiree then pulled Sonja's dripping puss into her face by her own grip upon Sonja's buns. Instantly Sonja's jaw dropped, her eyes ovaled, and the loudest, garage filling warbling moan filled the air.

The "No" forced from Sonja's throat echoed through the garage as Desiree's tongue, all two feet of it, plunged into the lesbian's hardly used but thoroughly lubricated vagina. Powerfully, undeniably, relentlessly it sank into the woman, bulling aside any resistance from her tight twat until the tip pressed hard against Sonja's cervix.

Then the entire buried length expanded, slowly spreading itself and the pussy housing it. It expanded until it was easily twice its original width. It spread Sonja like nothing she had ever experienced before.

It felt so...good!

Sonja began crying. The sensation of being penetrated, and then stuffed, was just what she had been needing, she now realized. The fact that the sensation, the NEED, had been planted in her by Desiree didn't matter a bit. She was getting what her body had been craving, demanding, begging for all day and it felt just too damn good to question!

The sucking, slurping sounds of feet of arm thick tongue rooting and stroking, probing and spreading, feminine fuck tube filled the garage as a fucked stupid Sonja urged Desiree on.

"Yes! You're so good! Don't stop! It's so good! Don't stop! PLEASE!"

Then Desiree did just that! With an even louder syrupy pop, she pulled her entire tongue out of the ready to explode woman! Then she lifted Sonja off her shoulders and lowered her to her quite unsteady feet!

"No!" Sonja hoarsely howled, staggering on her unworkable legs to lean drunkenly on a nearby car. Clinging to the motionless vehicle desperately for support, Sonja gawked back at the smirking Desiree with wet, red eyes. "PLEASE!" she begged.

Desiree laughed at her. "Remember, bitch! Remember the burn! Remember the NEED! Only I can give you what you NEED! Remember that! Only I can! But I require something in return for my efforts! You have been a great bother to me! You must repay me for the troubles you have caused. I fully expect to collect before I give you what you NEED!"

"What do you want?" Sonja quickly and frantically replied, knees buckling, thighs quivering.

"You know what I want! Your Sally and the other young virgins you keep in that stable of yours! And you will give them to me, sooner or later! The NEED will not go away, only I can relieve you of it. Only I! Just remember that tonight!"

Then she turned and was gone.

Sonja wanted to scream at her to come back. She just wanted to SCREAM! She could do whatever she wanted to her! She could demand anything from her to relieve her murderous NEED!

Anything BUT what she just demanded!

Sobbing hysterically, she could only sink to her bare knees on the cold concrete, hands pressing between her wet thighs, pressing hard against her throbbing clit and dripping labia. Begging for someone, something, to relieve her of her NEED!

Oh God she NEEDED a big, fat, meaty cock inside her!

It was almost two in the morning when Sonja, naked and dripping with sweat and pussy juice, woke up crying in mortal frustration. Nothing was helping her! Masturbation, cold showers hadn't done a thing to relieve the maddening arousal her body was seized in.

The damnable thing was it wasn't just mental! She could have dealt with that: A cold shower and some discipline!

No, it was physical...real! Her nipples ached and jutted out nearly an inch! Her clit was as stiff now as when Desiree first attacked her! Her bed was soaked, and not just from sweat! She was like a bitch in heat!

Nothing she had tried could calm the NEED! In the back of her mind the only suggestion that ever came was one she found, even now, totally disgusting! She NEEDED a huge, feet long, horsecock! Something that would fill every nook and cranny of her femininity! Something that would fuck everything out of her mind but the oh so desperate NEED for belly stuffing fuck!

It made no sense! Her thinking, rational mind found the idea of letting some stranger shove an arm thick, cum filled, feet long cock into her precious vagina completely disgusting and unacceptable!

Yet, that was the only thing her wildly craving, penetration obsessed mind could think about! Even in her dreams all she wanted was murderous penetration!

By someone...something that looked like Desiree...with an arm long and thick cock!

She got up, standing alongside her crumpled, wrinkled, wet bed for long minutes, trying, futilely, to calm her raging NEEDS. But, as before, without any success.

She was going mad, she told herself, looking at her image in the full length mirror. Stark naked, shiny wet with sweat, her hair was plastered to her skull, her breasts were swollen full, likewise were her furiously pink, pebble hard nipples. Her smooth, sweaty belly heaved madly, her constantly spread thighs quivered.

In the mirror she could clearly make out her elongated labia, bright pink and literally dripping with her juices!

What was happening to her?!

She NEEDED!

Then the phone rang!

She jumped with the first tone. Then, without thinking, without looking at the caller ID screen, without hesitation, before the second tone finished, she answered it.

"Hello?" she croaked.

Sexual heat seemed to exude from the receiver even before the voice came through. "Are you persuaded now?" oozed the instantly recognized voice. Desiree!

Sonja closed her wet eyes and gnawed a moment on her lower lip. She so wanted to say 'yes'!

"You do know what is expected of you? What you will provide me?"

"Damn you!" she replied, but with no conviction in her whispered exclamation.

Desiree laughed. "You will provide me with women, girls, for my own purposes! You will be a pimp...my pimp! In return, I will satisfy your...NEED!"

Sonja whimpered with the mention of 'NEED'. Her belly thrilled so when she said that! "I...I...can't...I...must not...you..."

"Are you not persuaded, as yet? You want me to hang up so you can suffer longer? You know, yes, you KNOW that only I can rescue you from my...Well, let's just say I have a very magnetic personality that you cannot resist! Now, answer me or I will abandon you to nymphomania and insanity! Will you submit?"

Sonja grimaced and shook her head. She couldn't betray her girls...but her NEED...what was she going to do? "I...I...sigh!...Yes!" She hung her head in abject humiliation with her response.

"Very good, My Darling!" came back the voice that dripped with sexual license, more pompous than ever before. "I expected just such an answer. You should be proud! I have had to go to much greater effort and trouble for you than almost any other human!"

"What did she mean by that?" Sonja momentarily thought. But, with Desiree's next words, all rational thought was blown out of her mind.

"You know where I can be found. Be here promptly, for your own sake! I don't think your weak human mind can take my...influence much longer! Also, by the way, I dislike pants on a female! Wear something like your darling little secretary wore today! That was so...cute! I expect you here in twenty minutes." Then she hung up.

Sonja shuddered and cried with a mixture of utmost joy and unspeakable horror for a good minute after the line went dead. Then she hung up and literally ran for her closet.

Desiree lived in what amounted to an elaborate and, no doubt, expensive penthouse apartment, but one, oddly enough, in a basement of a modern apartment complex. There was only one entrance to the basement, an elevator that opened upon a hallway that had just one door at the end.

The elevator door closed behind her and she quickly, almost frantically, walked down the bare walled hallway, eyes fixed on the single door. She could feel cool air moving between her bare, wet thighs as she walked, for she wore just a skirt left in her own apartment by one of her graduating girls.

It was ridiculously small, a pleated skirt that could not reach even half way down her thighs. As she strode it would constantly float up in the air currents her strong thighs generated in their hasty movements. She looked almost like a teenager from the back as her ass periodically appeared when her skirt flew up.

Of course, there were no stretched white cotton panties to be seen.

She wore a white blouse, which was plastered to her smooth, wet skin. Her jutting tits blatantly displayed her rock hard nipples right through the blouse.

At least it was three in the morning, so there were damn few people around to gawk at her.

But what was she going to do when she got there? She had been asking herself that very thing every minute since she pulled the blouse out of her closet. Now she was asking it for the fifteen time and Desiree's door was just fifteen feet away!

Then, in mid stride, she saw the door open. A triumphantly smiling Desiree stood in the doorway.

Sonja gasped when she saw the woman. She was wearing a black gown, shaped like a 'Y'. The arms of the 'Y' dropped from her shoulders inward to her waist, forming a plunging neckline that exposed the middle half of a pair of perfectly conical, impressively large breasts. The arms joined just above her navel, then dropped to the floor as a single strip of cloth. It hardly covered more than the inner parts of her thighs and hips. The outer half's of her thighs, ass, and hips were bare.

Sonja helplessly stared at the vast area of naked flesh the dress exposed. Her heart thundered in her chest. All of that smooth, sleek, firm, flesh...naked!

Looking at those nearly entirely nude thighs and hips sent those horrible thrills surging through Sonja again!

She suddenly wished she had not come!

"Welcome, My Darling!" Desiree huskily proclaimed, raising her arms to the approaching Sonja. Her face looked flushed, and her leering eyes literally glowed!

Abruptly, with her first glance at those red tinted eyes, Sonja actually increased the speed of her strides. Suddenly she was filled with a desperate wanting to be back in that woman's evil lesbian embrace.

At the very last second, though, Desiree dropped one arm and raised her other hand in a "stop" signal. "But first," she said, smiling wickedly, "what have you got under that skirt?"

Sonja immediately stopped, then blushed furiously when she heard Desiree's question. She had obeyed Desiree's telephone command! She felt like a little girl!

"Show me, My Darling!" the smirking woman gently ordered.

Blushing, dropping her gaze to the floor, Sonja didn't hesitate. She reached down, seized the hem of the skirt, and hiked it up past her throbbing tits.

She could feel Desiree's burning leer upon her naked loins. perversely, she liked exposing herself! God help her, it made her hot standing there, displaying her soaking wet pussy to another woman!

No, to Desiree!

"Very good, My Darling!" Desiree came back. Then Sonja was in Desiree's arms, and everything was all right! Wickedly sharp and powerful fingers sank into her bare asscheeks as Sonja willingly opened her mouth wide for that tongue.

She didn't gag a bit when it slid greasily down her uptilted throat.

Minutes later, with Sonja humping Desiree's bare, and velvety smooth, firm thigh, Desiree broke the kiss and extracted her tongue. Maintaining her ass dominating grip, she directed the stunned, panting woman into her apartment.

She wasted no time in directing Sonja through the huge living room. It had to be fifty feet wide and some one hundred feet long. The only glance the panting woman had as she was herded through was a room filled nearly wall-to-wall with luxurious cushions of various sizes and limited lighting provided by dim, flickering red and yellow, oil lamps.

The room went by in a blur in Sonja's peripheral vision. All she distinctly saw clearly was another door, opposite and one hundred feet from the front door. It was to that door that Desiree's butt grip was directing her.

"Where..." Sonja asked, trying to look around as they strode through the living room.

"Don't you concern yourself, My Darling!" Desiree responded, "Through that door is where your fate lies."

"What do you mean?" she asked, then stopped when the approaching door, some ten feet away, suddenly opened.

On its own!

Inside was blackness.

Sonja tried to slow down as they approached the open door, but Desiree would have none of it. With omnipotent strength she literally shoved Sonja through the door.

The door closed behind them. Eyes wide, Sonja looked about quickly. As she adjusted to the dimness she noticed two primitive torches on the walls to her right and left. They illuminated...nothing. There was no furniture in the room.

Then she noticed the 'wall' ten feet into the room.

It was transparent, wriggling like rising waves of heat from a fire, and silent.

It was so 'Star Trek' in its similarity to a 'force-field'.

Beyond this semitransparent wall she made out another room, or subdivision of the room she was in. Not much of detail could be made out, partly because of the shimmering of the wall and partly because there were no distinct objects in there to see. About the only thing Sonja could make out in that room was a hellishly red glow permeating throughout.

The glow seemed to be originating from near the exact center of the room's floor. The source, as Sonja concentrated, materialized as a glowing symbol on the floor about five feet past the wall.

A sudden chill shivering up her spine temporarily disturbed her surging lust from being in Desiree's ass grip when she recognized the symbol as a pentagram!

Behind the pentagram, about five feet behind it, was another shimmering wall, even less transparent than the first. And behind that wall was...

A room with walls made up of huge blocks cemented together that looked all too much like a dungeon!

"What is this place..." Sonja started, panic sounding in her voice.

Desiree silenced her by seizing her white blouse and ripping it open! Buttons clattered around her as she screamed, seeing Desiree's hands close in on her jutting, exposed boobs.

Desiree nuzzled Sonja's neck, pressing her fang-like teeth against the woman's flesh. Then she cupped the nicely sized tits of her terrified victim, hefting them, appreciating their mass. "These are nice!" she remarked into Sonja's ear.

"N...No!" Sonja screamed, grabbing Desiree's boob hefting hands in her own. "Let me go!"

Desiree just clamped down on Sonja's painfully erect nipples, twisting them for effect as she sucked on the woman's throat.

Sonja's cries were choked off in a loud gag as her nipples electrified her entire nervous system. Very nearly painful sensations locked her legs and stole her breath. She was instantly paralyzed as Desiree advanced up her throat to her right ear.

Desiree's hellishly hot and humid breath roared into her ear, then her tongue tip probed until Sonja was whimpering for mercy.

There would be none.

Sonja knew, even though her eyes were tightly closed, when Desiree reached down between her legs. Even before the woman reached under her skirt, Sonja was spreading her thighs to give Desiree access to her.

Desiree gripped Sonja by her twat, sinking her two long, claw armed middle fingers deep into Sonja's dripping fuckhole and hooking them under her pubic bone. Then she lifted the howling, thrashing woman off the ground.

Sonja wailed a mixture of terror and unholy carnal pleasure as Desiree stepped towards the flickering wall, her latest conquest secure in her omnipotent cunt grip.

"Do not worry, My Darling!" Desiree hissed hotly into Sonja's ear as she stepped forward. "Soon all your fears and concerns will be over! I will take care of you!"

They stepped through the wall without incident. Sonja experienced a sudden but brief sensation of falling just as they passed through, but once through all she noticed, at first, was Desiree's fingers buried inside her.

Then they stopped for a moment, or at least Desiree did. They stood before the five foot diameter pentagram set in the floor. Sonja, still hanging from Desiree's pussy buried fingers, looked around quickly, seeing no so much as a chair between the two shimmering walls.

Then Sonja glanced at Desiree and saw that she was standing motionless, her eyes closed and her lips moving silently in what appeared to be praying!

Then, after they had been in that room about a minute, by Sonja's reckoning, she began hearing...things.

Voices. Cries. Screams. They were female voices, crying out in increasingly loud and frantic howls. Sonja jumped with the first cries, cries of despair and terror. Looking wildly about, still in Desiree's iron-like cunt grip, she heard dozens, hundreds of women and girls screaming 'NO!', wailing for mercy, pleading for succor.

Over the next minute the volume, and numbers of voices, grew relentlessly but, before that minute was out, the voices had distinctly changed in content, if not in loudness. By the end of that minute those cries had smoothly metamorphosed into brutally loud and hoarse wails and howls of uncontrolled passion. The squeals and pleading screams of inhuman bliss pounded in on Sonja's ears.

Almost deafeningly loud, they were specifically and distinctly of pleasure...overwhelming, irresistible, will-crushing pleasure. The cries, from hundreds or thousands of singularly different voices, rose relentlessly in chorus to ear splitting volume.

With the screams of hysterical bliss came the heat. From the pentagram set in the floor, from which the hellish red light cast out, heat began to rise. The heat grew dramatically and as quickly as the orgasmic screams increased in volume. In short order the heat became intolerable, and Sonja was again drenched in sweat, only now from the combination of stifling heat and outrageous passion.

Then, abruptly, when the orgasmic cries were becoming ear splitting and the growing heat life threatening, Desiree apparently finished her 'prayers' and, without warning, she stepped around the glowing pentagram. Sonja watched, wide eyed, as they stepped into the second shimmering wall.

Another momentary sensation of falling, and they were in...

The room was about twenty by twenty, with two torches hung on each wall, giving the best lighting she had seen since entering Desiree's apartments. The walls were made up of huge stone blocks cemented on atop the next. The floor was of packed dirt.

It certainly looked like a dungeon!

Desiree released her cunt grip and Sonja abruptly staggered away from her. Fear again creased her face as she looked around. Behind Desiree was the shimmering wall from which they had come.

Behind Desiree...

Better try to escape now. She may not get another chance later...

"My Darling!" Desiree said in a voice that had suddenly gotten deeper, even more potent. "The transition space," she pointed back at the red illuminated room with the pentagram in the floor, "is so hot and stifling! Wouldn't you be more...comfortable without that restrictive clothing?"

Sonja pulled her rent blouse closed over her still hard nippled tits. Looking at Desiree again, in this better lit 'room', she abruptly could make out 'differences' she had never noticed before in the woman! Her ears looked longer, and even pointer...

Her voice was definitely deeper...

Her eyes were now almond shaped. Strange, she had not noticed it before! Definitely not oriental, but distinctly, and inhumanly, shaped like almonds!

And they glowed red!

"Where am I?" Sonja squeaked, her throat closing off in rising terror. She didn't feel she was in Kansas anymore!

Desiree chuckled. "Why, this is my home! It is where I can satisfy you! Remember your NEED?"

Her 'NEED' was no longer of major importance to Sonja, not since entering this room(s). "No! I want to go back! T...Take me back! This instant! What are you?"

"Why, your Mistress, My Darling!" she replied, then she clapped her hands.

From a door behind Sonja two women entered. Looking over her shoulder at the two naked females, Sonja had a brief moment of relief, recognizing that they didn't have pointed ears and almond shaped eyes. They looked quite human.

"Strip her!" Desiree smoothly commanded. "I will take her now!"

Turning back, Sonja barked, "Now wait just one minute! If you think I'm going to..." She came up short, abruptly.

Desiree was naked. More than naked. What had silenced Sonja was not her perfectly conical breasts, inhumanly narrow waist, wide, bubble butt equipped hips, long, full, powerful thighs, though they all were incredibly, inhumanly beautiful and perfect.

It was the fifteen inch cock jutting from Desiree's loins that stopped Sonja's reply in her tracks.

"U...U...Ungh!" Sonja grunted, sounding as if she had been punched in the belly by that thing! Instantly her NEED was back! Immediately and instantly!

There was no surge of lust, no waves of horny bliss, this time. Instantly and completely, with her first view of that magnificent sexpole, she was quivering in near orgasmic NEED for it.

Desiree just smiled smugly as the human woman's resistance and self will crumbled before her.

Her two slaves gripped the woman by her arms. Sonja slowly, drunkenly glanced to her right and left at the two young women, who, in turn, stared unblinkingly and openly at the Cock of Loki attached to their Mistress Desiree's loins.

But Sonja immediately turned back to the cock. Helplessly her eyes locked on that throbbing God-pole.

Desiree's smile broaden when Sonja unconsciously licked her lips, her eyes glistening wetly in adoration. "Hungry?" she smirked.

Sonja looked briefly up at Desiree's face. She croaked out a strained, unconvincing "No!" as the two slaves pulled her torn blouse off her. Even before the rent clothing hit the ground her eyes were back on the massively drooling glans.

With a snap of a button her skirt followed her blouse.

"You're are wet, My Darling!" Desiree remarked, looking at the shiny flesh on the inside of Sonja's thighs.

Her lubricating juices were pouring down her thighs! Lowering her eyes a moment, Sonja just nodded in abject humiliation.

"Is there anything I can do to...help you with that problem?" Desiree said, stepping forward.

Sonja moaned desperately. Inside, deep inside her consciousness, she was screaming, desperately, for her to resist the urges rising in her. Resist her NEED. But it was hopeless. Even that part of her urging resistance knew her body wouldn't, couldn't, resist Desiree. The NEED was too great.

"You may assume the position!" Desiree commanded while looking at her two naked slaves.

When they took her arms again and began turning her around, Sonja sobbed a impotent "No!", but turned meekly anyway. With her back to the beast, she raggedly cried out when Desiree pressed her cum dripping cockhead into Sonja's soaked and enflamed asscrack.

Then Desiree pushed between Sonja's shoulder blades.

And Sonja, tears of outrageous defeat streaming down her cheeks, immediately bent at the waist, planting her palms flat on the dirt floor, then spreading her stiff legs until they were a meter apart, her feet flat on that dirt floor. Now the highest part of her was her ass, already holding Desiree's cockhead.

Desiree ran that cockhead up and down Sonja's sex crease, from her tailbone to her clit, while the woman's head tossed and she whimpered for mercy. Soon the whimpering was gone, replaced by jerky back humping against that monstrous cockhead.

"Want me?" Desiree smirked. "You have been much trouble to me, so you will need to beg for my favors!"

A mindless, guttural cry from the bent over human immediately followed Desiree's taunt.

Satisfied with the response, Desiree pressed her cockhead into Sonja's wide open pusshole.

Sonja cried out ecstatically as her pussy was stretched by the massive head.

"I'll take that for a 'yes'!" Desiree chuckled, taking Sonja by her hip bones and pulling her back. Pulling her around Loki's Cock.

First the syrupy pop of the glans entering Sonja's pussy, then Sonja's hysterical wail echoed off the stone walls as her hips swallowed up feet of Divine Dick. Her loud, unladylike belch signaled that she was filled, with Loki's Cock pressing murderously against her womb.

Desiree reached around the panting, whining woman to caress the hugely swollen tube outlined in Sonja's belly. The inches high outline ran from just above the woman's jutting sex mound to her distended navel. It pushed all of Sonja's guts up into her chest, giving her little room for air in her lungs.

Straightening up, Desiree pushed the woman's cock stuffed hips away from her, at least a good foot away.

Sonja's belly flattened as she slid off the immobile cock.

But, after a foot, Desiree gripped Sonja's hips again and pulled her back in, smashing her womb violently against Divine Glans.

Sonja barked a loud acknowledgment of their genital collision. Stars burst behind her eyes when her womb impacted that cockhead!

Desiree, from long practice, knew how to break human females. She pushed Sonja forward, separating her buttocks from Desiree's wide, hung hips again. When there had been a sufficient length of divine cock extracted from the whimpering woman's dripping pussy, Desiree reversed her hip hold and viciously pulled Sonja violently back into buttock slapping contact with her immovable hips.

Sonja could only helplessly howl when her round buns flattened against Desiree and the human's womb was pushed inches towards her furiously beating heart.

Three more cycles Desiree thusly fucked the willingly bent over pussy. Three more shrill cries of utmost penetration pleasure echoed off the chamber's stone walls.

Then the Sex Beast simply released the quite fucked human's hips and watched, bemused, as Sonja voluntarily took up the fuck herself.

"Oh God! It's so good!" Sonja wailed as she furiously continued to fuck back and forth against Desiree's out thrust hips. She was using even longer than foot long strokes with yet greater frantic force in willingly, no...eagerly, impaling herself upon that Divine Cock!

"This is your God, bitch!" Desiree corrected in a roar back at Sonja's humping, fucking ass. "You will learn how to properly worship it! Won't you?"

Sonja could only frantically nod as she sped up her insane humping, bouncing her womb off the end of that glorious, iron bar hard meatpole. "It felt so good! She couldn't stop! She never would stop! It was so...too good!"

"Oh, I love you Mistress!" she screamed as her first, oh so desperately needed and divinely fulfilling, orgasm swept over her. She could feel that wondrous cock swell, preparing to fertilize her! Oh how much she wanted to be full of Her Cum!

She'd do anything to stay wrapped around that Cock!

As Desiree well knew.

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