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That's what you were wondering, right? What was I questing
FOR? I mean, a
quest has to have some objective or it isn't kosher. Knights don't just
wander about seeing the sights and collecting women; they seek for great
and portentous wonders of the world. In this case, a toe bone.
Not just ANY toe, you understand. This is the left great toe
bone of the
holy martyr Eustus. He carried the word to the Scyths of Asia and angered
the king of that land. He was ordered to be smothered under the naked
bodies
of a hundred women from the King's harem in the mythical city of Carrhae
nearly three hundred years ago. His body was said to have been burned
along
with the fourteen women who had also been killed in the melee, and the
ashes
mingled for all time so that Eustus could not appear before the throne
unsullied.
But miraculously, his toe bone has been seen on four separate
occasions here
in the north. When stories of this marvel reached the court, The King
did not
hesitate to send his best knight on a quest to find the bone and deliver
it
to the capitol where it could be properly venerated. Surely, in view
of my
unstinting labors in this search, I will be vouchsafed the honor of
finding
this wonderful relic.
It really is quite an honor and all that to be so selected
by the King, but
it does make for a rather long and tedious task. I have had no sight
of the
bone, or of its reputed miracles, but I have the most reliable word
of a
visiting knight that he had spoken with the husband of a cousin of a
girl who
saw the bone. This girl is reputed to live not two weeks march from
here, and
I hope that she can provide the first real information to aid my quest.
Unfortunately, the excellent roads of the south do not exist
in this
wilderness. Tracks through the forest are the best one can expect, and
must
often be traversed on foot. Whatever shortcomings Melisande may have,
she is
an uncomplaining traveler and keeps up well. There are few villages
or
castles in this area, and few of the fords are guarded by trolls for
lack of
travelers. Not much point I suppose in setting traps where the game
does not
run.
And (of course) now that my slave is modestly covered, I have
met no more
knights errant to challenge me for her service. She could have remained
naked
for all the difference it would have made.
I have, of course, required her to remove the garment periodically
for my
pleasure. She is most comely wench, and I have had to stop and spank
her
soundly and enjoy her body rather frequently. Her skills in sexual matters
are
coming to match her enthusiasm, and the pleasures of her shapely body
are
delightful during coffee breaks. In the interest of getting anything
accomplished on the quest, I keep her covered as much as I can.
Monty was kind enough to replenish my stores of salt and ground
oats, but the
bulk of our diet must still be met by hunting. There are deer and boar
in
this forest, but they are justly proud of their skill at concealment.
Rabbit
is our more common fare, and hardly a feast, but we have not starved.
Nights represent the worst dangers of the road. Every forest
has a resident
witch, and while she may have other things to attend to some of the
time, she
will almost certainly take the opportunity to plague a traveler some
of his
nights.
Witches are, I suppose, a necessary evil. They control the
healing herbs,
and dispense such medicine as is available to the peasantry. Their forests
are proud of them, and protective under most circumstances. They do
not
represent the same sort of threat as a dragon; I have never heard of
anyone
being killed by a witch, for example, but they are pests worse than
the
stinging insects of the marsh.
Sleep can be well nigh impossible when a forest witch is determined
to
prevent it. Many a knight has emerged from a forest passage bleary eyed
and
exhausted, and often no match for the foes waiting at the forest's edge.
There isn't a lot that can be done about witches. No weapon
of steel will
harm them, although they can be killed by driving a stake of good green
elm
through their hearts. Unfortunately, one never seems to have a stake
of good
green elm when one needs it. Besides, killing a witch is a drastic solution
and seldom advisable.
I noted that a witch's forest is protective of her. The knight
who casually
kills a witch had best plan to spend the remainder of his life in the
towns.
It is singularly unpleasant to have heavy branches of oak falling on
you as
you ride through the woods.
Witches can be bound with strands of ivy, but ropes will fall
away, unknotted
of their own accord. Usually it is best to simply drive a witch away
with
pepper. Assuming one has any pepper. It is a foolish traveler indeed
who uses
this efficacious substance to season food when he must ravel in the
forest.
It is often difficult to know when one is in the presence of
a witch. Superb
shape changers, they may appear as a hind, or a bear, or even a small
dragon,
although they seldom take such shapes around knights for fear of being
killed
by accident. The forest can hardly complain of a witch's death if she
appears
to a questing knight as a dragon (or to a hungry one as a deer).
It is more often the case that a witch will steal a knight's
thoughts, and
appear to him as some woman of his past, sabotaging his rest by engaging
him
in lengthy conversations, or whatever. Especially whatever. It is distressing
to find one's self addressed at night by a former paramour. One is obliged
to respond, as it is remotely possible that she is what she claims to
be.
It is fortunate that witches do not usually converse well.
Lacking the skill
to engage in learned discourse, they often ruin their disguise by resorting
to
sexual advances. Ladies of the court do not ordinarily lift their skirts
and
offer to fuck one's eyes out. When this occurs, it is almost always
indicative that one is dealing with a witch.
It is particularly dangerous to allow one's self to be drawn
into sexual
relations with a witch. They are not easily satisfied, and the knight
who
disappoints one is likely to find his shorts cursed with a growth of
tickle
weed. Exceedingly distracting in battle, that.
On the other hand, of course, the knight who can make a witch
admit her
satiation is in tall flax. He can demand boons, and may even receive
a
talisman which will protect him from many dangers.
This next passage of forest worried me, as my supply of pepper
was being
slowly depleted, and Monty had been unable to offer any supplement.
If I
could not replenish this stock, my nights might well become most unpleasant.
It was not long before I was proven an accurate prophet. Less
than a week
after leaving Sir Montmorency's castle, I awoke one mid night to sounds
of a
struggle. Rising quickly, sword in hand, I discovered Melisande rolling
quite
naked in the grasp of a comparably unclothed forest witch. The latter
was
assuming all manner of foul and threatening shapes, but my slave, a
girl of
the forest herself, ignored these and continued to grapple with her
foe.
Realizing that my sword was quite useless, I replaced it in
its scabbard,
and seeing no reason to waste any of my precious pepper, resolved to
enjoy
the sight of the two women's nudity as they fought. For a while I assumed
that my slave must be overcome, but to my surprise, she seemed to be
prevailing. Then I saw the reason. She had had the foresight to arm
herself
with several bands of fresh ivy, and with these she was slowly entangling
the witch's limbs and restricting her motion.
Eventually, the panting witch was quite helpless, and Melisande
arose
triumphant from the struggle. There is considerable enmity between witches
and girls of the villages, as the latter blame the former for subverting
and
seducing village boys whose duties take them into the forests. Quite
right,
too. A boy who has known the sexual favors of a witch may not be easily
satisfied. He is likely to expect the village girls to perform in a
similar
manner, and that's a tough act to follow
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With her eyes shining (and other parts glistening with sweat),
my slave told
me how the witch had been trying to get her to disturb my sleep again.
Having
learned her lesson in that regard, she had tried to be silent, but as
I was
obviously awake, she offered me a stake of elm, and urged me to kill
the
witch and be rid of her once and for all.
I tried to explain why such a bloodthirsty conclusion to the
struggle was
inappropriate, but Melisande was plainly not to be persuaded. Seeing
my
determination in the matter, she suggested that, at the very least,
the
witch should be thrashed as she had been for disturbing my sleep.
Well now, that was a more reasonable notion, and one worthy
of pursuing. I
could see no reason why witches should not be subject to discipline.
They
were by definition mischievous creatures, and surely the forest could
have no
objection to a reasonable application of chastisement.
Addressing myself to the captive witch, I informed her of her
fate. She
refused to cooperate, insisting that she had not been bested by me,
but
rather by the girl. Arrant nonsense, of course, as the girl was my slave,
and
whatever she acquired was automatically mine. When the witch heard Melisande
confirm her status, she sighed and agreed that she must capitulate to
my
wishes. She asked how I wished to pursue this matter?
I thought a moment, then required her to assume the shape of
Anne, the young
knight's bride at Sir Montmorency's. I remembered with some heat her
submission to me so recently. The witch trembled a bit at this, reading
the
use to which I intended putting her, but with a small flickering of
light,
she complied. I found myself once more facing the nude and shapely young
woman
who had been so eager to encourage my efforts with the birch.
I set Melisande to constructing one of these implements, and
lifted the witch
to her feet. The young "Anne" seemed most compliant, as she
had before,
turning in my grasp to arch her excellent breasts to my touch. She moaned
in
very well simulated ecstasy, and urged me to loose her bonds that she
might
please me.
I don't think so.
Loose the ivy and the witch would be gone into the forest without
so much as
a farewell. Instead, I lifted her bound wrists and fastened them well
over
her head to a projecting bough. With more ivy, I fastened each of her
slender
ankles to opposite ends of the stake with which Melisande had intended
her
death. This perforce spread her legs widely apart. She was then quite
helpless
and well displayed for my purposes, thighs widely parted and breasts
arched
forward.
She began to beg for mercy, promising all manner of witchly
favors.
Displeased, I insisted that she assume the manner of Anne as well as
her
appearance. There was a gasp, then a well remembered voice began to
encourage
me to whip her well. Melisande produced an admirable birch, long and
stout.
"Anne," squirming in her bonds, softly urged me to be quite
strict.
With my left hand, I explored the witch's projecting buttocks
and found them
rigid with muscle and covered with skin the thickness of an ox.
Nice try, but no cigar.
I told her that the woman in question was rather more fully
rounded, and MUCH
softer in the nether region. And exquisitely tender. She was certainly
not to
forget that in her impersonation.
The witch made a small moaning sound of consternation, but
I felt her
buttocks swell and soften under my fingers. Much better. I reminded
her again
that she was to be quite sensitive behind, so that the birch would be
especially effective. I received a small sob of agreement, nodded, and
stepped back to begin her thrashing.
I discovered something that evening. Witches do enjoy being
thrashed.
However, when required to feign enjoyment of such treatment, they do
so
rather well. My "Anne" gasped and moaned as the birch striped
her rump, but
she gave every evidence of rising passion as she endured the cuts. Moreover,
knowing that the real Anne would have done so, she encouraged me to
even
greater effort.
I accepted this invitation, of course, both by way of discouraging
further
interruptions of my sleep, and because it was a rather pleasurable chore.
The
witch would, I think, find something better to do at night in the future.
I had somewhat restrained myself in the real Anne's company,
being unwilling
to inflict any serious damage on the young woman. In the present case,
there
was no reason for such restraint. Witches are quite as competent at
healing
wounds as they are at changing shapes, so I lashed the birch across
her
shapely rump with a will. She was rather obviously in some distress,
but she
was not allowed to admit it, and could only beg for more.
And when I finally threw away the well worn birch, she almost
choked on the
request she was required to make. She asked, as had the real Anne, to
have me
up her backside. Her body arched back to the usage, and her tethered
position
placed her at an excellent height for such things. I set aside my trousers,
and fully rampant, gripped her well switched hips.
I spread her widely and sought entrance. She was admirably
tight and warm, and
squirmed in distress as I forced my entry. Well buried, I enjoy the
clenching
caress of her bowel. She had faithfully copied the response of young
Anne, to
my delight, and as I began to pleasure myself, she moaned in good imitation
of
answering passion.
I felt her body first tremble, then shake with rapture, even
as Anne's had
done, and thought this an excellent imitation. Then I began to realize
that
the voice urging me to greater effort was no longer that of the knight's
wife,
but that the witch herself was being aroused by my efforts.
I was largely recovered from the depletion of my stay at Monty's
castle, and
enjoying this thoroughly now. As I impaled her welcoming rump, I heard
her
grow rather incoherent in her speech, but her response was undeniable.
She
thrust herself against me, seeking ever deeper intrusion of my lance,
and
gasped at the force of my jousting.
Like all good things, this ended, climaxed actually, with a
burst of pleasure
on both our parts. Withdrawing, I heard her sigh in a manner which could
only
be interpreted as approval of my efforts.
That was certainly gratifying. I had no wish to be counted
among those whose
service was found inadequate. Having achieved this distinction, I decided
to
press my advantage. I reminded her of my holy quest and its objective,
and
required her assistance. To my great disappointment, she knew nothing
of the
holy toe bone, nor had she encountered any other who had seen it.
The best she could do on my behalf was to offer me her talisman,
which as I
have noted, is no small favor. I accepted with gratitude, and released
her
from the ivy bonds. She no longer had a reason to flee, and assumed
once more
her natural shape. Well, one assumes it was her natural shape, but with
a
witch, one never knows for sure. She extracted from her discarded gown
a
rather obscenely shaped root which she offered me, explaining (quite
unnecessarily) its powers.
It would be a poorly educated knight who did not know the many
functions of
a witch's talisman. It guaranteed me passage across any fords guarded
by
trolls. It was a most excellent cure for any number of ailments. But
probably
most important, considering the way this quest seemed to be shaping
up, the
talisman was an aphrodisiac unparalleled in potency.
Now ordinarily, such a device is used to encourage one's female
partners to
eager participation in one's fantasies. But to date, That had been the
LEAST
of my problems. Indeed, I had found eagerness to be so common a commodity
that I had no intention whatever of generating any more.
No, I suspected that my need for an aphrodisiac would be the
result of too
many opportunities, not too few.
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