The Sorceress

[giantmongol]

This one's a story I wrote a few chapters of a couple of years ago I'm thinking of coming back to. It's got a bit of everything in it, giantess, fem-dom, trample, smother, and some things only possible in my twisted mind. :hornydevil: I wasn't sure where to post it, but I guess here is as good as anywhere. I'll just start with the first couple of chapters, but if you all enjoy it I've got about 5 chapters in the series...so far. Anyway, hope you like it!

[giantmongol]

This part is relatively vanilla, just a setup for what's to come. If you want to skip to the twisted bits, just scroll down to Chapter 2. :wink:

Chapter 1

I was working as a stage technician when I met Holly. She was the star of a magic act that had a show one week at the small theater where I worked. She came in all by herself, instead of bringing with her a specialized work crew to set up the act as most of the magicians I had seen tended to do. Assuming she would have her own crew, I was the only one scheduled to work with her that night.

Holly was an idealized 20-something Morticia Adams. She was maybe 5’ 10”, her silky white skin without the barest hint of a tan. Her face was almost elven; sharp and angular with thin lips twisted in a wry secretive grin, framed by raven black hair cascading over her shoulders and shrouding her back and breasts. Blinding white cleavage peeked out from within this sea of black, her only hint of color the blood red lips slicing through her hair like pliable razor blades. Her dress was tight, with a slit high enough to show a generous amount of porcelain thigh atop a perfect, shapely leg. She wore laced boots with a modest heel, but the way she wore them they could have been stilettos.

When she entered by herself, I expected a dull night. She had only the standard props, with nothing fancy, and even as I was struck by her otherworldly beauty, I found myself assuming that was the only thing that might hold a crowd. I helped her to set up her modest assortment of props, putting together various boxes and a coffin for “cutting” people in half. My only note of surprise in setting the stage was her insistance that she needed no use of our trap doors or in fact any theater equipment at all. But I was happy to sit back and focus on the meager lighting arrangement and lounge until it was time for the curtain to go up.

The crowd could only be named such with generosity. I would have been surprised to discover that the audience even accounted for the rental cost. Had I been a part of that audience I do not doubt that I would have been bored out of my skull. Indeed, by the end of the show there seemed to be more empty seats than at the beginning. Her tricks were all the oldest in the book, from the levitation to the disappearances to the slight of hand to the old saw and coffin gag. However, from my seat rear of the curtain I couldn’t help but be amazed. Because I knew that there were no wires or trap doors involved. As I watched her dance gracefully through her act I quickly came to understand that everything she did was all very real.

When I closed the curtain Holly received only a scattering of half-hearted applause. As if the night could get any stranger, she seemed to be grinning, even chuckling to herself as she quickly broke down her props and began carting them back out to her car. I walked over to her, speechless and with an awed smile on my face. When she met my eyes I felt a blue electric surge pulse through my bones. She smiled warmly, amused. “You’re sweet.” she stated in a slow, melodic soprano. “Help me bring out all this crap, hmmm? Maybe we can get a drink after you lock up.”

“Sure.” I croaked after a surprised pause.

The house manager had already locked up the front and left by the time we carried out the last of her gear. It was a simple matter to turn out the lights and lock up the backstage exit. We did not speak again until I got up from my car outside a cavelike basement bar she had led me to.

The bar didn’t seem to have a name, and its dim interior was empty save for the bartender, chain-smoking behind the bar and filling the small place with a thick blueish haze. Holly introduced her as Taran as we entered. We exchanged brief niceties before Holly brought me to a small table in the darkest corner of the room. We had barely sat down when Taran brought over a small bottle of Absinthe, complete with a bowl of sugar cubes and two small glasses. Holly nodded regally at her and she retook her station behind the bar.

“Absinthe?,” I asked curiously, glad to finally have an excuse to talk to this beautiful enigma. “I’ve always wanted to try it . . . how does this place get away with it?”

Her eyes seemed to glow like embers in the darkness, their dark blue hue seeming black in the absent light. “It’s a private club.” She said in her slow accent-less way, lingering on “private” so long the word took on an air of forbidden pleasures. She fit an unfiltered cigarette into a long, slim holder and began the ritual of the absinthe. It seemed almost religious the way she poured the green liquid over the sugar cube held in her spoon. The first glass she handed to me and made a second for herself. I had no memory of taking out one of my own cigarettes, but she lit the one I found dangling in my mouth, continuing on to light her own and our drinks in one seamless gesture.

Her gaze held me, the flickering orange light dancing dancing across her face. “Usually nobody notices.” She stated, asking for no reply. After a pause, she continued: “Most people only see what they wish to, when I do those shows.”

Her smile had spread crookedly across her face as she talked of the show. I understood, somehow, that she did them for just that reason. That she occasionally amused herself by flaunting her powers in the public eye, rubbing in people’s faces what they refused to acknowledge. “So what do you do for a living?” I asked, responding to the unspoken communication.

With this she laughed aloud, her silky voice singing her pleasure to ring softly from the walls. “Oh I like you, yes,” she said, giving me a delightful shiver at the way she drew out “you.”

“I guess you could call me a professional student.” She continued. “I have no need of money.”

The way she said it I couldn’t tell whether that meant she didn’t care for it or had more than she knew what to do with. By this time the flames had begun burning blue, and Holly plunged her spoon into her drink, stirring in the melted sugar as the alcohol flared. I followed her lead, and her eyes burned into me as we toasted before blowing the flames from our cups and drinking them in a single gulp. She threw hers back with what would have been violence had it not been so graceful. She poured it down her throat with her chin pointed at the ceiling, exposing a long neck as gorgeous as the rest of her.

The night gets fuzzy after that. The boundaries of the world seem to stutter and swell in my mind when I try to remember. We finished the bottle over empty chatter, getting to know each other beyond mere facts and stories. My next clear memory is waking in her bed with no memory of my arrival there, her long smooth body draped over mine as she slept.

***

She wasn’t kidding about her profession, I discovered over the next few weeks. I continued to work as usual, while she attended various classes, working toward no specific degree, her course-load spread over two or three different schools. We saw each other two or three times a week, and usually spent the night when we did. Her apartment was the penthouse in the same building as the bar, and I came to understand that her comment about money meant she really did have more than enough to spend her life however she would like. The building had few tenants, and it soon became obvious it was hers. We spent only one night in my humble bachelor pad, and she was as out of place as a jasmine blossom growing on a pussy-willow.

I hadn’t asked her about her powers, too dazzled by my luck to want to rock the boat by discussing a topic she seemed to shy away from. So for a time we dated as normally as she was able. To be honest, I’ve never been great with women myself, and it seemed a blessing to find one who seemed to complete me as she did. I felt that I understood her in all her natural aspects. And perhaps the specter of her powers gave her a supernatural appeal that I was unable to deny.

One Tuesday I was lounging in her apartment after spending the night. She had gone to a morning class but asked me to stay until she returned. Her apartment matched her in an odd way. After that first night I would have expected her to live in some dark witches lair, full of mahogany and thick carpets and tapestries. It was only after knowing her that this open, modern apartment filled with memento’s of her world travels made sense.

She strolled through the door in the unhurried way she went about everything, from undressing to orgasm. Her everyday dress was a bit more normal than the flowing gown in which I’d first encountered her. Her hair was tied in a mess atop her head, long strands escaping to fall across her face, a tight black t-shirt accentuating firm round breasts, and black cargo pants doing their best to hide the perfect lines of her legs. She even made combat boots sexy.

When she saw me she grinned and floated into my arms, her lips finding mine for a long, passionate kiss. Her mouth was still cold from breathing the chill air outside. She bit my lower lip gently and looked into my eyes, with a feral hunger. I’d never known hands that moved so slow could undress me so fast. My own paws seemed unwieldy and unbearably slow by comparison. Her t-shirt came off and her breasts pushed against me, nipples close and taut against my bare chest. I ran my hands over the soft skin of her back and held her to me, hard.

She’d already gotten my pants down around my knees, and I kicked them off before I lowered her to the couch. I knelt between her legs, running my hands down them after undoing their buttons. I kissed her neck, her shoulders as I knelt, running my lips and tongue across her collar bone and stopping to admire her perfect breasts, just the right size to cup in my hands, with small pink nipples on her pale skin. I untied her boots and she kicked them off, wrapping her long legs around me to push them off with her feet. I ran my hands over her breasts, and slowly down her sides, kneading her ass as I grabbed her pants and pulled them down.

Her legs came up and together against my chest and the cargo pants disappeared over my head, the contents of her pockets clunking as they hit the wooden floor. Her legs came down over my shoulders and her hips surged up, engulfing my face in her black lacy panties. Her musky, floral scent filled my nose as I tongued and kissed her through the thin layer of silk, the soft smooth skin of her legs pressing around my ears.

My hands caressed her arched back, finding their way around to her breasts as she hummed with delight. She drifted upwards, weightless for a moment, then her legs spread wide and slid over my shoulders, knees bending to get past my arms and the encircling me, tightly. Suddenly her face was at mine again, her tight ass sliding to my kneeling lap as her legs encircled me, arms slipping around my neck to embrace me as we kissed. Her mouth fed hungrily on my flesh, as mine did on hers, not limited to lips but consuming ears, necks, faces.

I found that my back was pressed against the wooden floor, my legs trapped underneath me. I freed them, and scooted the two of us back to give myself room to stretch. Holly pushed herself up, pushing hands against my chest, and scooted her panties over her ass as she sat on my crotch. My pulsing cock immediately felt the tickle of the silky tuft of hair she had just exposed. She swiveled her legs forward, dangling her feet over my face as she slipped her panties down. Balanced on her ass, she was pushing herself against me, rocking slightly as she moved. She dangled her panties from her toes and dropped them on my face, and my sight was filled once more with black silk.

Without touching the floor, this beautiful creature atop me came to her hands and knees, and turned around, backing up my chest and off my shoulders. In the last moment, black silk was ripped away to reveal quickly descending pink, moist pussy surrounded by satin, raven hair. As Holly lowered herself onto me, her breasts soft pillows on my chest, she took my dick in her hands. She slowly began to rock herself against my nose and tongue, allowing occasional slurping breaths to pass by the musky heat of her sex. She seemed to be murmuring something as she grasped me in both hands. I grunted as she squeezed tightly without warning, and her hands began to pull. I swelled as her hands opened, and stretched as they pulled, until I was larger than I had ever been. I cried out into her, muffled as her weight settled onto my face. She moaned in pleasure as I cried out. My cock felt like it was popping, the skin splitting as it stretched.

As suddenly as it began, the stretching stopped, and Holly was caressing me once more, kissing me and sucking lightly on my head as her nails brushed lightly down my shaft. My hands were gripping her ass, and I squeezed it gently. My air had been used up as I cried out, and even as I continued my work my need for air was growing. She lifted herself off of me and crawled down my chest once more, turning and sliding her knees over my hips to the floor. Her nails raked my chest, and she bent to kiss it. I ran my fingers through the hair which now cascaded over me.

She lowered her hips and I entered her. She slowly engulfed me, feeling tighter than anything I’d ever felt. As I slid in, she cried out in a moan that began as a hum, vibrating so deeply in her that I could feel it as I entered, and I joined in as well. My hips rose to meet her and we were joined, rocking against the floor in our personal sea. Our hands met and entwined as she rocked against me like a goddess. Her eyes met mine and I felt that electric shock from the first night pass through me again, shooting back into her through our union, and she moved upon me as a goddess.

This was different in a way difficult to explain. A connection deeper than I imagined possible. I could see from the hint of fear buried in her eyes that there was something special about it. Something she could not stop. We moved as one, piston and cylinder, timelessly. She arched her back, as a pulse began at my cock and traveled through her in a shuddering, gasping wave, tightening her hands and digging her nails into my knuckles.

She bent forward to my chest, kissing me, and I grabbed her and rolled on top of her, never breaking stride. She continued to gasp as I thrust into her deeper and deeper, shuddering and losing control as I’d never seen her do. As we climaxed, we cried out together, humming and moaning until it seemed like the floor shook, still connected, still rocking, as it felt like I poured a piece of my soul into her in place of cum, and sucked a piece of hers through her mouth as our devouring lips met and locked.

Her legs gripped me as we convulsed, as we rolled again until I lay spent upon her, too tired or not willing to pull free of each other yet. The smell of her sex and sweat dwelled in my my nostrils happily, and she panted contentedly under me, slowly caressing my back as we lay there connected.

***

Some immeasurable time later we pulled apart, moving to the shower still without a single utterance of spoken language. In the shower we washed each other lazily, with tender kisses and long gazes. Afterwards, as she watched me cook our dinner, I looked at her in askance, knowing she could decipher my unspoken question: “what was that, anyway?”

She sighed and, for the first time since I’d known her, hid from my eyes. “We should have talked of this weeks ago.” She said quietly. “I’ve been waiting . . . from fear.” By the time she said “fear” her words were nearly a whisper. She paused but I waited patiently, knowing she would speak as she needed to. “My entire life I’ve fended off men who were after my money. I’ve never known one willing to see my gift . . . I have held my gift from my life as long as I could, because I needed to know if you wanted me as a freak, for . . .” She looked into my eyes and for the first time seemed fully human, open. “for my magic, my money, or for me.” She paused and her eyes seemed to be searching for something in my soul. “You’ve asked me for nothing, but to know of me, to learn of my self without prying into my secrets. This means more to me than you can imagine.” Without taking my eyes from hers I smelled that the rice was done and turned off the burner. She smiled, then looked away, sharply, sadly.

“But I must warn you of the dangers. My kind are few, and you cannot walk away unscathed. I’ve never let anyone into my life before, and I can’t be sure of what will happen. But the changes have begun today.” The words seemed to be building to a flood now, unstoppable. “It may be too late already, but tonight may be your last chance to leave. I’m afraid of what my gift will do to you if you stay close. I’m afraid of what I might do if . . .” She looked up at me, jaw set and serious. “if you ever anger me. I know few of my kind, and we are a lonely, spiteful race. I’ve never met one I could let into my life the way you have so naturally entered it.” She clasped her hands and hunched her proud shoulders as she finished, her body belying the confidence her clear voice portrayed. “I am afraid of what will happen to you if you stay with me, but most of all I am afraid of imagining my life without you in it.”

I knew my answer long before she finished her speech. “I’ve always been a loner, myself.” I tell her quietly, holding her gaze with mine. “I find most people transparent, uninteresting. Bland. I just don’t fit with people. I never have. Some always try to get close, but I find their approval-seeking advances disgusting. I’ve always scoffed at the idea of being completed by another. Until you came along and lit the hole in me that only you can fill.” The tension drained from Holly as she looked into my eyes.

I took the salmon I had been broiling from the oven and set it onto the counter next to the rice. She came around the counter and kissed me deeply, picked up the plates and silverware, and we ate.

[giantmongol]

Chapter 2

Holly’s “modification” of my equipment was permanent, I discovered. My average penis had grown to nearly porn star dimensions in that amazing, exploding moment. It was a tribute to her view of the world, I suppose. She saw something that she wanted to change and saw no reason not to. I certainly wasn’t about to complain. In the three months since, we’d had the most amazing sex of my life. And I hoped, hers.

“You should move in.” She said one morning on her way out the door. “Most of your stuff is here already anyway. Leave your furniture and sublet the place, if you want. Pack tonight. I’ll send a truck tomorrow.”

“Yes, your majesty.” I replied facetiously. She responded by grabbing a pillow from the bed and throwing it at me before sitting to lace her boots.

She leaned over to kiss me as she left. “See you tomorrow, roomie.” Her voice was low and soft, whispered in my ear. She squirmed away as I tried to grab her, and was gone.

***

I didn’t have much, so it wasn’t hard to gather my stuff from my apartment into boxes in an afternoon. Most of it was books, and my small DVD collection. I knew I was starting the transition to being a “kept man” by this mysterious, sexy beast that was my girlfriend, but I didn’t much care. After 5 months we’d yet to fight, and life just seemed to be getting better and better. The movers came in the morning and I didn’t have to lift a finger, the boxes were whisked away and stuck in a van. I followed in my car, and the next thing I knew all my worldy possesions were stacked in Holly’s living room.

I stood looking over the pile, and Holly’s hands came around to cover my eyes. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” she murmured. She led me towards her bedroom, and opened a door.

“A door?” I thought to myself. “I don’t remember a door in that wall.”

“Stairs,” she said, her breath hot on my earlobe.

We walked down a spiral staircase, and when we reached the bottom, her hands came away from my eyes. “My library.” She stated, smiling as I gaped in amazement at the wide, open room with floor to ceiling bookshelves lining the walls.

I glanced at her, and she hugged my arm to her chest, twining her fingers with mine. “I would have shown you before, but . . . this place is very private to me. I had to be certain. You just seemed too good to be true.”

She pulled me around to see large french doors, and gestured for me to open them. Through the doors stood another, smaller room of empty bookcases and a wide leather couch. Holly didn’t have much use for a TV, and I had begun to miss my movies and video games. Hanging on the wall was a tremendous TV, with a couple of game systems and a DVD player. A rack of games filled the wall under the TV. I felt like a kid in a candy store. “I need to be alone sometimes, and I know you do too. This is your room. I had all this stuff brought in last night.”

I frowned at looked at her. “You know I don’t . . .” She leapt into my arms and wrapped her legs around me, hanging from my shoulders and waist.

“Don’t be silly. This is for me. I do have homework occasionally, and I’ll need you out of my hair. And I know you’ll need to get away sometimes. Think of this as your retreat, hmm?” She kissed me passionately. “But you can unpack later. Carry me back upstairs.”

I obeyed, lifting her up the spiral stairs and through the secret door next to her bedroom. When it closed it was seamless, a part of the wall. I started to ask how it opened, but she jumped down and pulled me into the bedroom. She pushed me onto the bed and jumped atop me, smiling mischievously, and our clothes vanished. I grunted at the sudden sensation of her skin on mine, my eyes wide with surprise. She kissed me, her soft breasts rubbing against my chest. “Trust me?” She asked.

“Of course.”

“I’ve wanted to do this for ages.” She said. “Just go with it and don’t worry. You’ll be fine.”

I nodded, curiously. “Okay.”

Holly locked eyes with me and pressed her hands to my chest. She started murmuring softly and a red glow spread from her hands and filled my vision. The glow pressed in around me, growing quickly to a crushing weight surrounding me. I cried out as the crushing grew unbearable, but I could not take my eyes from hers, where she sat above me grinning evilly. She shuddered with pleasure at my screams, and that pleasure seemed to bolster me. Even as the world around me began to grow as I collapsed within this magical vice, I lived for her pleasure. I could take anything, endure any pain if it could give her the pleasure I saw in her eyes.

When I reached the size of a teddy bear she lifted me in front of her face, still murmuring in a voice that seemed to deepen every instant while I screamed in pain. The crushing and shrinking slowed after she picked me up, until she could hold my entire body in one hand, and I was maybe 8 inches tall. I could feel the strength in her hand, that she no longer needed magic to crush me if she wished, holding me lightly as her thumb rubbed my chest.

Her mouth opened, thin lips giant and gaping, the hint of a massive smile at the corners of her mouth. She kissed my head, and sucked me into her mouth, only my legs dangling outside. Her tongue caressed the length of my body, soft and slick. Shocked by my transformation, I hadn’t the presence of mind to breathe deeply before she took me in her mouth. I was rolled side to side by her immense tongue, pushed between the long row of her teeth and squeezed. Once her tongue had explored my entire torso, I felt her fingers close around my dangling legs and she pulled me free, to gasp upside down in the cool air.

The world whirled as she turned and lay back against her pillows, dragging me gently across her body; down between breasts like rolling hills, down past the soft rippling field of her stomach, down to nestle in the silken forest between her legs.

Holly reached down and wrapped her other hand around me, pinning my arms to my sides and giving me the barest moment to breathe deeply before plunging my head into the tight, slippery cave between her legs. Slowly she pushed me inside: shoulders, chest, stomach, ass and thighs all encompassed within her, until she grasped only my calves between her fingertips. My cock was rock hard now, lost in this sea of pussy, still delighted with the soft slick walls of her sliding back and forth as she began to push and pull me gently, in and out.

My lungs burned with the need to breathe as she continued. I began to struggle, to writhe back and forth, to try and kick my legs free of her iron grip. As I squirmed the walls of my prison pulsed, and I heard the deep rumble of her moan vibrating all around me. My flailing rose to a panic, but she pushed me in until my head hit her ceiling and held me there while her moans seemed to echo within her. Finally, unable to hold my breath in any longer, my air gasped out, and I breathed in a lungful of the fluid surrounding me.

To my surprise, the sensation was pleasant, warming. My need to breathe diminished and my struggles ceased. Moments later the steady motion continued. I tried to keep my body stiff for her, the tempo of her motion slowly growing faster. As time wore on, her moans and hums rumbling in the distance, I experimented with moving my arms about. When I did, my world began to move, as if her hips were beginning to rock.

Eventually I discovered a firm, round spot in the pliable flesh of her pussy. I found it by accident, hitting it hard with my hand as I passed. My world leaped as she moved, walls pulsing powerfully as she grunted in delight. Having found this treasure, I endeavored to put steady pressure on it, pushing my arms against it, rubbing it steadily as I moved in and out. This resulted in a change of tempo. She began to shove me in and out harder and harder, until my head impacted painfully against her with every thrust. She began to grunt with every breath, and I was squeezed by the rippling each sound created.

The tempo soon grew frantic, and maintaining steady pressure on the spot became impossible. I began trying to hit it with my fists as I passed. The rhythm came to be the only thing in my mind. Out, in, punch. Out, in, punch. Out, in punch. Finally, the walls around me seemed to pulse and vibrate, and I felt her fingers loosen as her palm smashed into my feet like a truck, the cave shuddering one last time as my head smacked hard against her, a loud numbing crack sounding in my ears with the breaking of my neck.

I lay still in there for a long time, paralyzed as she panted in the wake of her massive orgasm. Finally, I felt her fingers close around my feet and she slowly, slowly extracted me. I felt her shuddering slightly even still as I slid glacially from within her. When my head was free to the cool air once more, she lifted me and clutched me to her chest. Still unable to move, I did not breathe, but lay as if dead.

Even as she held me between her breasts, pain slowly flooded my neck and back. It disappeared as suddenly as it arrived, and I began coughing up the lungful of musky fluid I held, free to breathe the sweet air once more. She made small cooing noises and rubbed her thumb down my back and legs. She wiped up the puddle from my lungs with the sheet, removing her hands to prop her head up and look down at where I lay on her chest, able to move again.

I pulled myself to a sitting postion and looked up at her gargantuan face. “See?” She asked in a booming voice. “Wasn’t that fun?”

“Sure.” I said, my voice sounding as small as I was. “I’ve never been a dildo before.”

She laughed, her chest throwing me to my back as it shook, the massive sound threatening to shatter my tiny eardrums. She rose to her feet, and put me on her shoulder where I clung tenuously to her hair. When she turned on the shower, the jets of water threw me from my perch. She laughed again and rescued me from my fearful dangling where I hung from the wet strands of her hair. Squirting my chest with soap she washed my gently, like a doll. Her massive fingers rolled my legs and arms between them, her thumbs rubbing the suds into my chest and back. She took my head between thumb and forefinger and even attempted to rub the soap into my hair, but only succeeded in filling my eyes, mouth and nose.

After a brief rinse, I found myself wrapped in her loofa. She squirted soap on me again and proceeded to wash her body with mine. She slowly and luxuriously used me to scrub every part of her, and I came to know her body better than I ever imagined possible. I became convinced, as she scrubbed shoulders and belly that there was no part of her that was not entirely perfect.

She ran me up and down her arms, pausing to thoroughly wash armpits before squirting more cold soap on my belly and tiny erection to rub feet, using my face between her toes and working upward. She used me to wash her shapely, muscular calves, the soft flesh of her thighs, pausing again in the silken forest to scrub herself clean, and I watched rivulets of soap rush down her massive inner thighs. She enveloped me in her cloudlike breasts, giant hardened nipples punching at me as they rushed past. I was wrapped in a washcloth and sprayed with soap again, and used on the wide porcelain expanse of her back.

Finally, I was unwrapped, panting, from the washcloth, an eternity of catching breaths around soap and gouts of water taking their toll. She lathered me up with soap and rubbed me into her luscious ass, slipping me into the embrace of those lovely cheeks to scrub her asshole. Once she rinsed, she spread her cheeks again and replaced me there, holding me with soft tension as she washed her hair and face. Nestled in the crack of her ass I stayed as she turned off the water and toweled dry, strolling back to her bedroom naked. There I remained as she dressed, covered in satin underwear and then feeling the pressure of pants added over them.

When she was fully dressed, her fingers snaked into the back of her pants and removed me again. After drying me with a washcloth, her hand squeezed tight and the red glow returned. I was crushed even smaller before she kissed my head and said: “I’ve got class.” And with that I disappeared into the tight front pocket of her jeans.

I was soon joined in the pocket by her keys, sharply scraping aginst my naked body. As she walked, I heard a muffled “whoops!” and a giant hand snaked in and removed the keys, to be replaced with the massive crushing leather of her wallet. She has always said she hates purses, but I couldn’t help but think that might make a more comfortable ride.

Holly seemed to ignore me completely as she drove to class, my squirming unnoticed as I tried to find breathing room around the pressing bounderies of the wallet. I was left in this condition until she seemed to be seated, settled in class. She removed the wallet and rested her hand on me as she slouched in her chair. Throughout the lecture, too muffled for the subject to be determined, I was squeezed and caressed through the thick material of her jeans. Then the crushing presence of the wallet returned.

She drummed her fingers on me in the car, humming as she drove home. When she arrived, I was finally removed from her pocket. She smiled at me and held me by my shoulders with both hands. She locked her gaze with mine for a third time, but this time a green light surrounded me, and the pain I now felt was growth: stretching, creaking, continually bursting as I returned to my normal size. My boxes still decorated the living room floor.

She threw her arms around me and kissed me. “Thank you.” She hummed in my ear.

I was a little unsteady on my feet from the experience, to say the least. I allowed myself to be led to the couch, which I fell gratefully into. Holly sat in my lap and rested her face on my bare chest, playing with my nipple with one hand. We sat silent for a while before I spoke. “I’m pretty sure my neck broke while I was . . . inside. Now it doesn’t even hurt.”

She looked at me sympathetically. “Oooo, sorry. I tried to be gentle. I got a bit carried away. But I suppose you’re asking me how this all works.”

I just looked at her. She knew the answer to that. “Well,” she continued in her lyrical soprano tones, “I’ll put it as simply as I can. When I shrink you, my magic is concentrating your life force. By the time you are small enough to, hmmmmm, have fun with, you are pretty much indestructable. Or at least no damage is lasting. Your skin will not puncture, you do not need to eat, sleep, or even breathe. Your bones may break but they will heal in minutes. You will feel all pain as you normally would however.” She kissed my chest and grinned evilly up at me. “That’s half the fun.”

“I’m not sure why,” I told her, “but as long your having fun, I can take anything.”

She snuggled against my chest. “I know. That’s part of why I picked you.”

[mangee1976]

Great story, very well written. You've got talent. Thanks for sharing!

[Darkstorm Zero]

This story was very cool, I would love to see more. Well done

[giantmongol]

Chapter 3

The next morning I woke to Holly’s smiling eyes. She lay along the length of me, feet entwined, her chin resting on arms folded across my chest. “Hey there,” I said sleepily, smiling. I lifted a hand and ran my fingers through her long dark hair.

“I have a proposition for you.” She murmured softly.

“Oh, really.” I raised my eyebrows, smile still on my lips.

“You’re always telling me how much you hate your job. And I have this . . . quirk. Call it greed. When I want something, I want all of it.” She slid up my body, the soft fabric of her pajamas a thin cotton barrier between us. She kissed me before continuing. “I can’t have all of you. But I’ll take as much as you’ll give me.” Her long dark hair cascaded down around my face as she held herself above me on outstretched arms. It felt incredibly private within that shroud, my only vision her beatiful, perfect face. “In that spirit, I want to offer you a job.” Her long hair still enshrouding us, she pulled herself up to sit on my chest. The soft black flannel of her pants pressed lightly against the sides of my head, a liason for her thighs. “Quit working at that stupid theater. Come be my toy. Be my toy, let me carry you with me, endure whatever I care to do to you. Do this, and I can reward you far beyond mere money.”

I thought for a moment, amazed at how cute she looked with that crooked, hungry grin on her lips. I grinned to match it. “Sure.”

She bounced on my chest, clapped her hands with a giggle. She swung her legs back and lay atop me again. Her thin lips met mine, then she pulled back to say: “I do love you, you know. I didn’t think it was possible for my kind to love . . . but I wouldn’t ask this if I didn’t.”

I smiled gently, tangling my fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck. “I love you too.” I sighed before pulling her to me for another kiss.

***

Soon I was dressed in my own pajamas and cooking breakfast. “So is there anything else you like do to, besides making things grow and me shrink?” I asked impishly.

She laughed, freely and more happily than I’d ever heard. “Well, there is another thing, but I need a prop.”

She went to a closet and dragged out the coffin she used to cut people in half at her show. She motioned for me to get in, so I turned off the stove and obeyed. Once I was in, she closed the lid, shutting out all light. A sheet of metal slid in and through my neck. There was a sharp flash of pain, and then I realized I could still feel my body, that there was no blood. More flashes came, as I was chopped into sections. Then I could feel the box containing my head lifted and moved, clunking onto what seemed to be the table.

The front of the box opened to display Holly’s torso. She bent down and grinned at me. Piece by piece she lifted the rest of my and stacked it, haphazardly. When she opened the doors I could see my pieces, out of order. My toes and fingers wiggled when I tried to move them. Next, she reached into a box and removed a foot. I could feel her fingers close around my ankle, my toes still wiggled, but my foot was completely disembodied. She began to try and tickle the foot, looking at me expectantly. Fortunately, I’ve never been ticklish.

She frowned, pouting, and dropped my foot to the floor, bruising the heel as it landed. “You’re no fun.” Instead of a cross-section of muscle and bone, the severed portion appeared to be a smooth featureless stretch of skin. Though I couldn’t actually feel it on the inside of my leg.

Next she reached into another section and pulled out my lower arm and hand. “This is where it gets interesting.” She stated, licking her lips. Producing another box, my hand was fitted inside. The box was the size and shape of my hand and covered part of my arm as well. Tiny blades studded the other side of the box, at every joint of my hand. She started sliding them in one at a time, watching my face and biting her bottom lip as I winced, feeling my hand being slowly diced. When she was done, she popped open the lid and my hand tumbled piecemeal to the floor, creating an intense jumble of sensory impacts.

She continued to dismantle me as I watched. The door on my chest was closed and two large blades sliced through my shoulders. The process was repeated on my other hand and arm, and I became nothing but a jumble of parts on the floor. She reached in and took my head from the box, showing me the one piece not yet relegated to the pile.

“This is my favorite.” She said mischieviously and reached in to the final box, wrapping her hand around my pulsing erection and pulling my hips free of their cage. Setting this piece on the table inches from my face, she flourished one remaining box, looking like some medieval torture device. The box fit tightly around my cock and balls. With one excruciating chop, they were cut free of my body. Within moments, my genitals were as piecemeal as the rest of me. My balls were cut mercilessly from my cock, itself now in four pieces.

She surveyed the open container like a box of chocolates before selecting the head of my penis and popping it into her mouth. I moaned the moment she did, suddenly enveloped in sensation as she sucked on it and rolled it about in her mouth. She threw the rest of the pieces to the floor amid the jumble, then haphazardly tossed my hips in as well. I winced at the sharp smack as my balls landed on the hard wood.

Walking uncareingly, crushingly across the carpet of my pieces on the floor, she reassembled her box and carried it back to the closet, all the time sucking and tonguing the head of my cock like a piece of fleshy candy. “See?” she said around her delightful mouthful. “Now I have a puzzle!” She looked at me and grinned widely, lifting my head and kissing me.

Abruptly she looked at the time. “Shit! I’m late.” My head was tucked under her arm as she walked into the bedroom. “Sorry, I’ll have to put you together when I get home.”

I was too shocked to answer with more than a “Wha?” Besides, the warm wet world of her mouth my other head resided in was too intense for me to think straight.

Before I knew it, she was stripping, juggling my head from hand to hand. Soon I was dropped on the bed to watch as she assembled an outfit. She slid on fishnets and a long, loose skirt, pulled a matching black top over her head, then looked at the high top shelf containing her shoes. She glanced my way and shrugged. My head was picked up and carried over to the closet, placed on the floor. Then her fishnetted feet were standing on my cheek and ear, painfully going up on tip toes as she reached for her shoes. I grunted when she hopped a few times, then stepped down triumphantly. My head was kicked over to the bed, and used as a footstool again, Holly putting her heeled boots on my face as she laced them.

“Sorry about this. I’ll make it up to you.” She said after turning my face to the ceiling with her now booted feet, offering my a glimpse up her skirt as she smiled down at me. The glimpse showed me fishnets sans panties. She grabbed her bag, then kicked my head into the living room, where my body lay in pieces next to my boxes of books. She walked over me again, stepping on fingers and toes simultaneously, heels digging into my arm while she walked to get her keys.

On the way back to the door, she stepped solidly on the bag of skin holding my balls, which ground into the treads of her boot and stuck, to my sudden cries of pain. She did not notice, and ignored the cries as she stepped on a leg, then on my head once more before disappearing out the door. Each step was agony as she walked away towards the elevator, her weight squishing my fragile nuts with every step as they smashed first against the wood of the hall, then the rough carpet of the elevator.

In the elevator she stood for an eternity, twisting back and forth and sending new waves of pain into my disembodied stomach. I could see my ass and parts of my legs shaking with agony as she stepped off the elevator and across the cold hard tile of the lobby, then finally onto the gritty, frigid sidewalk. A sharp piece of gravel threatened to pop my left ball as she stood unlocking her car, but it somehow survived as she twisted on it with all her weight, lifting her other leg in through the car door.

After the crushing of her walking, the feel of being between her foot and the clutch pedal was almost pleasant as she drove through the city to whatever school was her destination. The relief from massive pain brought to the surface the amazing feel of her sucking on the head of my cock as she drove. From the vibrations I felt, I guessed she was humming. I was panting at the relief from pain even as my pulse raced and my piecemeal cock pulsed at attention from her absentminded ministrations.

The sucking and occasional nibble was as ecstatic as the feel of her walking had been painful. Until she stopped for coffee. I didn’t know that it was coffee, just that it was very, very hot. At first she stuffed me into her cheek as she sipped and drove, the rubber of the clutch smooth and cool under my balls, alternated with the gritty tickling carpet on the floor of her car. In her cheek I only felt warmth, with an occasional splash of scalding heat. But soon she began cradling me on her tongue as she poured the hot liquid into her mouth, burning me excruciatingly.

Without warning, weight returned to my balls and she was out of the car. I became used to the rhythm as she walked along freezing sidewalk. Once I knew when to expect it, I could brace myself for the pain, and even when she occasionally stopped it was more bearable. I think they were getting numb from abuse. Soon she was inside, walking on slightly warmer smooth tile. I began to worry about the possibility that my balls might dislodge themselves unnoticed as she strolled. Could she get them back if they were lost? I sure hoped so.

The weight came off my balls and I sighed with relief. She was in class and would be before for at least an hour. My torture was done for now. Even her coffee had cooled to bearable levels, and all that was left to distract me from her wonderful tongue caressing me was the slight stinging of my balls as she tapped her foot.

It was maybe twenty minutes after I felt her stop pouring lukewarm liquid over the tip of my manhood and down her throat that she began to chew. Apparently she was bored with candy and wanted gum. Her hard, sharp teeth began to gnash the most sensitive surface of my body. She chewed endlessly, thoughtlessly masticating her way through class. The head of my penis felt like it was being reduced to a bloody pulp.

Eventually the class ended and as she walked I realized what day it was, that today Holly had three classes in a row. My torture was long from over. Occasionally I could feel the vibration of her speaking, her tongue rolling me around to make room for the words. It was after another painful stroll and in her second class that I could not hold back the growing pressure in my bladder any longer and it began pouring out of me. I felt her mouth clamp down in surprise, then relax with resignation as her mouth filled and she was forced to swallow; sitting, as she was, in class.

Needless to say the chewing resumed with new vigor shortly thereafter, making me cry out into the air of the empty apartment. At the end of her second class she went for a longer walk, still crushing my balls with every step. I soon felt the sting of carbonation surrounding me while my testicles were squashed flat underneath her boots. She walked while she drank to another class, where I was tapped under her foot yet further.

When the soda was finished, the chewing did not resume. Instead she seemed set on sucking a different drink out of me. She sucked hard and rolled me quickly around her mouth, holding me gently between her teeth and fluttering her tongue over me. After maybe 30 minutes of this, she was rewarded, the pressure building and building in the many quivering pieces of my cock and tortured balls to shoot into Holly’s mouth, who swallowed slowly, almost reverently.

The chewing started again a few minutes after the small explosion in her mouth. This time, however, it was absent-minded, even gentle. Her mind was not on me, but on the class, and she seemed to have forgotten I was inside. She continued in this fashion through the long painful walk back to her car across cold rocky sidewalks. I had a moment of fear when my balls seemed to be caught in a crack, but the right one was still firmly locked into the tread of her boots, and the left one soon joined it, but in a different spot and tender new position.

Finally she was driving home, then in the elevator, then opening the door with a smile on her face and a hungry look in her eyes. “What’s wrong with you?” She asked when she saw the look on my face.

“Check . . . boots.” I gasped as she stood there. She lifted one boot to check the sole, twisting painfully, heavily on my balls. “Other one!” I yelled.

Lifting her other boot, her eyes widened and she stopped her absent chewing. “Is this . . .”

“Yes,” I said, panting.

Holly looked at my face, her eyes wide and brow furrowed in sympathy for a split second before she burst out laughing. She stepped heavily down on them again as she laughed and I cried out in pain. “So that’s why you were yelling as I left!” She laughed, walking across my debris, stepping down on a piece of a finger, a big toe, and the base of my cock with my balls.

When she reached my head, lying on its side as it had all day, she sat down on me, spreading her legs wide around the pile, still sucking on her chosen piece of human candy. “Now let’s see if I can put Humpty together again, shall we?” Came her muffled voice around her ass as she sat on my head. “Oh, I know what will be a fun game!”

I felt her hands on my shoulders as she picked up my chest. She lifted her weight from me, rocking forward onto my balls again before grabbing my head and fitting it carefully on my neck. I felt the moment of fusion like a breath of orgasmic relief. I moved my head, sighing. “Big breath!” She exclaimed as she slid the new assembly beneath her. Suddenly I saw her plan and breathed as deeply as I could. She sat hard, weight now distributed between my chest and face, my nose and mouth covered. I could see through her skirt as she looked down. “Think I can put you together before you need to breathe?” I doubted it.

Holly started with the bigger pieces. While she sat comfortably on my face, I felt her fitting arms and wrists together, as well as ankles with calves, knees and thighs. She stood my waist on its stumps next to her and piled two more layers on top of it, the next being her seat. I was grunting and trying to turn my head in my search for air before she lifted herself to let me breathe. But I only got one good breath before she sat again and continued her work.

She was on to the little bits now, and fortunately it seemed that only the correct parts would fit together, as I felt her try to assemble my hands and feet. She tried many combinations, fitting toes to the wrong foot, putting the many strewn joints of my fingers together in mismatched groups. I grunted and moaned at her my need to breathe, but she was too focused on her task to care, and I felt myself slowly slipping away. Then her weight slid lower on my chest and I gasped air into starving lungs. “Okay, I need some help here,” she admitted.

While I was catching my breath, she located the second portion of my dick and popped it into her mouth. Struggling to maintain an erection to her constant sucking on one piece, I somehow sprang back to attention when the second piece was added. She rolled it around in her warm wet mouth, tonguing my foreskin and rubbing the two pieces together. Arranging my fingers and toes together in two small piles, she located the other two pieces of my cock and fitted them together. “Well?” she asked.

“Ahhhh, uuummmmm . . . it’s a little hard to concentrate.” I mumbled through the fabric of her skirt.

“Really?” she said with her mouth full, and started chewing gently, turning me on yet further. She picked up my left palm and grabbed a piece of finger. “Right or left?” she asked of the finger.

“mmmmmm left . . .” I replied as best I could as she nibbled.
We went through the many pieces as I hummed and gasped. Eventually, she got the alignment right in her mouth and the two pieces fused together. I moaned with pleasure at the sensation and she giggled girlishly. When we had piles of right and left for hands and feet, she said: “Okay, I’ve got it from here.” And promptly slid to cover my nose and mouth again.

She slurped the other half of my cock into her mouth to my delight and sucked and nibbled noisily now, her mouth overfull. She let me breath once after putting toes to feet, and once for each assembled hand, but by the end I was near exaustion and fading fast as she sat. “Hmmm, breaktime!” she said nearly incoherent over her mouthfull.

Her weight came crashing down on my balls again as she stood. I panted and moaned in pain alternately as she twisted her weight on me. She took off her skirt, crushing me with her full weight as she lifted her other foot from it, then kicked it off.

She sat on my face heavily, weight leaving my balls with one last twist and keeping me from breathing in as I wanted to. This time my nose was jammed firmly up her ass. I felt her take the two halves of my penis from her mouth and fuse them finally together. She rubbed it against her, her legs spread wide, weight fully balanced on my face. I could feel the strands of fishnet between us with my newly attatched head, and then she was shoving me roughly against it. She pushed and twisted against herself, and I did my best not to bend.

When I broke through, I sank immediately and deeply into her, and she moaned, moving me slowly in and out. Her fingers were a tight ring around my base as she used me as her toy as she had all day, true to her word. My need for air was mounting, ringing in my ears as she continued. I got enough air through my mouth, somehow, to stay afloat as she rocked and hummed and moaned with pleasure, my rock hard human dildo sliding in and out of her with increasing speed.

Before she climaxed, she suddenly stood, rocking back on my face, then forward, slapping her feet and my balls hard against the floor. I screamed at the sudden intense pain, and she removed her hand after pushing me all the way in, clamping her legs together and trapping me inside. She rocked back and forth, standing, giving a shudder of delight every time I moaned with the pain of her, standing on my balls, twisting them mercilessly into the hard floor.

She bent, and with me still inside her, began jamming my remaining pieces together. Hands to arms to shoulders, torso shoved to the ground to meet with chest, legs fused with hips and feet, and I was suddenly whole. Almost, as the constant pain of my balls underfoot and submerged cock told me. She guided my newly attatched hands to her pussy as she squatted toward my empty crotch. I turned myself within her, to our mutual delight, willing to bear the pain of my smashed balls for a moment to squeeze my base between my palms and spin my cock back and forth. When she shuddered with pleasure, I almost passed out from the twisting pain I still felt, despite the unspeakable pleasure in my detached penis. I held on, turning myelf again to the proper orientation, and guided her as she squatted over me to where I knew my cock would attatch.

When it fused to me again, Holly immediately slid her feet back, and I screamed with the agony of the heavy sliding and pinching of my swollen, maltreated family jewels. This just made her gasp with pleasure as she moved, and my throbbing pain was forgotten for a moment for another throbbing where our bodies met in a, finally, more natural way. She rocked and bouced atop me, moaning with pleasure, her fishnets rough against my hips where she straddled me. We reached the inevitable conclusion quickly, and her scream as we came echoed my cry of pain moments before. In her way, she did not pull free of me afterwards, but collapsed to my chest, spent. After a few minutes, she stirred, scooting upward to kiss me. “I really am sorry about your balls.” She said with a giggle. “But after I found out they were there, I just had to leave them for a while longer.”

“Then can I have them back?”

She giggled again and tapped the toe of her boot on the floor. “I’ll think about it.” With that, she jumped to her feet, causing a new wave of pain to shoot through me as she crashed down on my balls one more time.

“How . . . could you not . . . notice?” I managed to gasp through the pain as she looked down at me, fishnet legs rising from either side of my chest.

“I dunno,” she answered, “Let’s check.” Stepping down on her right foot, the one responsible for my many hours of agony, she lifted her left foot to my chest and stepped up onto me. For a moment I had the disconcerting dual sensations of my balls being pressed into my chest before she put her right foot in front of my face. My family jewels were not fully pressed into the treads of the sole of her shoe, but somehow stuck partially under the sole and otherwise jammed in the crevice between the sole and small treaded heel of the boot. They were covered in nearly black dirt from they’re exposure to floors and sidewalks. I had assumed her full weight had been bearing down on me, but it was only partial. I shuddered to imagine the pain if it had been otherwise.

Holly hopped over my head to the floor, and I was still crying out from the impact when her ass landed on my face. Scooting back and spreading her legs until my eyes were uncovered, she began inspecting her shoe. “Are you sure you want them back?” she asked. “I mean, they’re pretty dirty.”

All I could do was squeek, my head already getting fuzzy from lack of air, my lungs having been empty when she sat. She got up quickly, but it still took a few steps for the pain to really hit me again as she strolled to the kitchen. She sat on one of the stools at the counter and looked at me expectantly. “I believe you were about to cook me breakfast this morning?”

I groaned, still panting on the floor. Then I felt fingers on my balls, tugging them free of their vibram prison. She dangled them from pinched fingers. “I’ll tell you what,” she told me, “I’ll trade these for food. Or I suppose they might be good deep fried . . .”

I thought she was joking about the frying, but I staggered to my feet anyway. Walking felt strange as a eunuch, I noticed as I stumbled toward the kitchen. Holly petted and caressed my dirty, aching balls like a small animal while I cooked her food. I didn’t expect to be able to eat anything, the pit of my stomach tight from the ongoing torture.

I had mixed feelings about the whole thing. Mostly I just wanted the pain to stop, but she was having so much fun I couldn’t be mad. Not to mention how hot she looked in boots, fishnets, and a t-shirt. She placed my balls under her plate as she ate. They twinged at the heat from the steaming omelate, and were very tender, but the weight wasn’t as bad as the rest of the day. I could even handle the pressure as she cut her food, the plate rolling back and forth on me as the heat grew more and more uncomfortable.

I stood nearby expectantly while she ate around the smile on her face. When she was done she removed the plate and grabbed them again. “Ok, now I’ll clean them.” Holly said happily.

She strolled around the counter into the kitchen area, tossing them up and down in her hand. They stung slightly each time they smacked into her palm. I went around the counter and sat in a stool, watching apprehensively as she turned on the water. Giving me a feral grin, she plunged them under the steaming water, and I gritted my teeth and gripped the counter as they scalded. She poured dish soap all over them and began scrubbing at the skin with a brush until they were red and raw, but clean. I breathed a sigh of relief when she rinsed them under cool water.

“Here you go!”, she said, throwing them at me. Or at least towards me. I lunged for them but missed, and they smacked solidly into the wall with a wet “splat,” and I hit the floor as they did. Giggling, she walked over to pick them up, but tripped on one of my boxes, falling to the floor, one knee landing precisely on my raw, pink ball sack. I caught a glimpse of surprised dismay on her face before I felt an unmistakeable exploding pop between my legs, puked, and passed out.

[Sauur]

Interesting story. I do hope you continue its a bit... odd but definitely very hot.

[giantmongol]

Chapter 4

When I awoke, I felt . . . strange. The pain I imagined for an instant when I opened my eyes was more than nonexistant. Even the memory of the pain was like a dream. Opening my eyes, I found my head cradled in Holly’s lap. “Worry doesn’t suit you,” I said, commenting on the tightness around her eyes.

She smiled, but the worried gaze remained. The strange feeling remained, even as I continued to wake. The difference seemed so large that it could not be named. It was not outside nor in me, but was somehow related to that interface, how I interacted with the world. I felt more alert, somehow. It seemed like I was breathing more easily than I ever had before. I moved my arm, and it moved extremely quickly and easily, almost smacking Holly in the face instead of the caress I intended.

When I looked at my arm, I leapt to my feet in shock. The arm was not mine! The skin was slightly darker than mine had been, and decidedly more muscular. Holly just sat, her dark eyes watching me worriedly. I realized as I stood that my gut had dissapeared, the extra 60 pounds that I’d been carrying since high school sculpted into a stranger’s six pack and pecks. But it was my own face in the mirror next to the bed. The face was slimmer, without the hint of a double chin I knew mine to have. I looked to her, a confused frown on my face.

“When I fi- . . . ah, repaired you, I . . . did something. Cast a spell. The spell dug in your mind for the image of yourself as you’ve always wanted to look and changed your body from the inside out.” She broke my gaze and looked down. “Now that you know how . . . cruel I can be, if you want to break our agreement, or . . . go. I’ll understand.”

I looked at myself, rubbing my new muscles for a moment before answering. “I don’t know about that. You put me back together, right? Sure, parts of yesterday sucked. Was it yesterday? Doesn’t matter. Anyway, the way I see it, yesterday didn’t break with our agreement anyway. You said that you would use me hard, as a toy.” Even saying it out loud sent blood rushing to my nether regions. Hell, thinking it did. “You also said that my rewards would be better than money. Well, yesterday seems like nothing but a dream. A painful one, sure, but you’ve healed my wounds, and given me the body I’ve never been able to create for myself. That’s better than money in my book.” I squatted down, taking her face in my hands. “Besides, like I said, I’ll endure anything, as long as you enjoy it. If you can fix me up like this everytime I get mauled by your fun . . . well, bring it on.”

Before I knew it, Holly had leapt from the bed and wrapped herself around me, kissing me furiously. She had never seemed heavy, but she felt light as a feather as I brought my new muscles into play. Her long legs were wrapped around me tightly, her black satin nightie rubbing fluidly against my skin.

Our lips and tongues fought each other almost as if by their own volition, teeth clashing as she pulled my mouth roughly into hers. I spun, throwing her back against the wall with an empty thud. Pinning her in place with hands on her shoulders, I arched my back away until I could grab the neck of her silky negligee, tearing it from her body with a wrench. She moaned and ground her hips against me, legs threatening to squeeze the breath from me as the two tattered pieces drifted to the floor.

With a feral snarl, she wrapped an arm about my neck and pulled me in for another violent kiss, loosing her legs enough to slide down to my hips. I felt her other hand around my pulsing manhood for a moment as she guided me into her. I wrapped an arm about her waist to hold her up and leaned forward, pinning her shoulders to the wall with my weight. I thrust into her with all the speed and power my new physique would allow. She grunted steadily as I pumped in a regular, forceful rhythm, my dagger plunging purposefully into her pulsing wound.

Dust began to rain about us unheeded, her grunts almost becoming cries of pain as my gyrations began to drive her into the wall. Her legs had unhooked themselves and dangled by my sides. Today she was the plaything, and my stamina seemed bottomless. I pulled my arm from around her waist, scraping it on the rough bits of drywall surrounding the hole I was pounding her into, and grabbed her thighs tightly in my hands. Now there was nothing stopping me from driving her into the wall with my cock. I could hear crumbling even in the next room as she moaned and panted beneath me. Soon my balls were smacking drywall and I slowed, pulling back and looking upon her as her master.

Even without my support, Holly hung from the wall, embedded deeply within it. Her blood dyed the edges of the jagged mess red from a hundred scratches along her sides and back. Her hair was matted and glistening along her head where I’d driven it through the wooden stud behind. She hung panting, seemingly too exhausted to move, but staring at me like a wild animal, a predator. I reached up and pulled her free with a shower of debris, flinging her haphazardly onto the bed.

She cried out as I dove atop her again, grinding dust and debris into her skin and wounds as I roughly squeezed her breasts. Hungry to have me within her once more, she grabbed my throbbing cock and pulled me toward her. I grinned and pulled away, not ready to give her what she wanted just yet.

Grabbing an arm, I yanked her back off of the bed and onto the floor, forcing her to her knees. I wrapped a hand around her head and pulled it towards my crotch, my fingers tangled in her dark, bloody hair. She opened her mouth obediantly, her eyes never leaving mine, even as they teared when she gagged as my cock filled her throat. I moved her head slowly up and down the length of me, forcing it into her until her lips encircled the very base of my lusty root.

Tears streaked Holly’s cheeks as I forced myself into her. She gagged and coughed as I pulled her head away. I was fully in control, never allowing her to fully expel me from her mouth. The spasms of her choking sent shudders up my spine and down my legs, as I thrust myself into her throat again and again. I let her come up for air with less frequency as I slowly approached climax, allowing her desperate gasps for oxygen suck me deeply back inside. Finally I let her have two good breaths and plunged myself deep, her struggles and swallows carressing the length of my cock as I jiggled it quickly in and out, never quite clearing her breathing space. I could feel myself bending slightly as she shook her head, trying to get free, strangled moans erupting from within, her nails drawing blood from my ass. Finally I expoded into her throat with a gasping moan. My legs shook as my cum shot into her.

To my surprise, an arm that looked like Holly’s snaked around my neck from the back as I came. I was pulled away, and my Holly collapsed to the floor, coughing up my seed and gasping for air. I grabbed the arm about my neck and pulled, but even my new muscles couldn’t budge it. Soon I was forced to my knees before being roughly pushed to the floor.

Somehow I was pushed so that I wound up on my back, and my eyes focused just in time to see another Holly step up onto my chest. Her stilettos dug into my ribs as I absorbed the sight, the metal heels flowing into knee-high leather boots with complicated laces. Her thighs were covered with fishnets and a tight leather miniskirt, and a tight fishnet top with hard plates over her breasts, sharp spikes emerging from over her nipples.

This new Holly looked down at me and chuckled, slapping my face with her boot as an order to turn and look at my handiwork. When I turned my head, she stepped onto it, heels digging into my skull. My Holly had recovered somewhat and turned to look at me with a feral grin, still panting. I watched with one eye (the other jammed shut from the doppleganger’s foot on my temple) as Holly drew herself to her feet and strode over, stepping onto my neck with a bare foot.

The two Holly’s stood on my head and neck, and I could almost feel my skull flex under their shifting weight. The bare foot on my neck had all of my Holly’s weight on it, and sent stars to shoot accross my quickly darkening vision.

But that foot rested there for only a moment as stilletto heels dug into my skull and my bruised, naked Holly was thrown roughly to the bed. The weight lifted from me, and I rose to see Holly looking at herself in surprise. On an impulse I grabbed her, pushing her down onto the bed once more, and the doppleganger quickly mounted her face, kicking aside debris with her heels. I grabbed her legs and spread them wide, easily overpowering her resistance and growling deliciously at the muffled moan emanating from under the double’s crotch. “Lick, bitch!” I commanded. “Eat yourself out!”

As I pounded her pussy mercilessly, the double began to moan in time with some familiar slurping sounds. I grabbed this other Holly by her studded bra and pulled her in for a hungry kiss. She sucked my tongue into her mouth as I sank my heaving cock into her other self, biting down until I tasted blood. Underneath her, my Holly began to moan as she pulsed around me, twitching as she came. The new Holly continued sucking and biting at my tongue, staring into my eyes with an evil expression.

I could feel some sort of power pulsing through her eyes. It shuddered down my spine and back out my cock, and the orgasmic moans of my own Holly became almost frantic. My balls made wet smacking sounds as they slapped into her ass over and over, my cock shooting inside her so fast it was almost painful. The cries of my Holly became muffled as her twin settled downwards, grinning as she smothered herself and mounted her own face. When my Holly had been reduced to a twitching puddle of flesh, moaning weakly from under her own pussy as orgasms wracked her body in a continuous merciless stream, I could feel the tingle of my own explosive orgasm building. I seized the double, clutching her to me with one hand while the other clamped to Holly’s ass as my cock exploded into an atomic bomb of jism. The double moaned, releasing my tongue and riding Holly’s face hard as we all came together. The sharp spikes of her bra stabbing bloody gashes in my chest only heightened the intensity of my orgasm.

By the time my vision cleared, it was all over. Holly was shivering uncontrollably beneath us, an occasional slurping gasp for air escaping around the seal of the double’s exhausted pussy on her mouth and nose. I slowly pulled my wasted penis from its home, and she arched her back and whined pitifully. She did not move even when the double crawled across her on hands and knees, sliding her heels across Holly’s face as she knelt for a moment on her stomach to reach up and kiss me sluggishly. I was still to drained to ask questions, but lifted her off and set her on her feet on the floor. I tried to help Holly up, but every touch seemed to send more spasms shuddering through her, so I left her panting to herself and collapsed beside her on the rubble strewn bed. The double curled up on my chest.

After a few minutes, Holly rose without a word and went to the closet. She turned to me, smiled, and winked at herself before pulling a matching set of leather skirt, fishnets, and spiky bra from somewhere within. She dressed quickly, then stepped through the mirror, chuckling.

“You mean . . .” I began.

“Oh, just a little time travel spell,” Holly murmered into my chest, the spines of her bra poking me. She giggled. “Never used it quite like that before.”

[giantmongol]

That may be it on this for a little while, Chapter 5 is begging for a major rewrite, and I think I may continue Jackie and Rachel for awhile first. But tell me what you think, and if you have any twisted ideas you'd like to see magicked up. :think:

[forblaze]

That may be it on this for a little while, Chapter 5 is begging for a major rewrite, and I think I may continue Jackie and Rachel for awhile first. But tell me what you think, and if you have any twisted ideas you'd like to see magicked up. :think:
I'm probably going to have to slit my wrists if you stop writing this story, but since I don't have any good ideas for you... I can't stop you..:crying2: save my wrists! =P

[snowpresto]

You know, the writers in the board are just incredible. When I think I have seen it all when it comes to facesitting, I read something that completely blows me away. A huge thank you to you.

[giantmongol]

Thanks guys! I appreciate the support! :dance:
I'm working on a continuation that hopefully will make it up soon.

[volupfan]

Thanks guys! I appreciate the support!
I'm working on a continuation that hopefully will make it up soon.

Sweeeet!
giantmongol - Your story has been incredibly imaginative so far .... looking very much forward to the next chapter of his experiences. Might be interesting to fnd out just a little more about what you have hinted about this magical lady.
:eyebrows:
volupfan

[volupfan]

Bumpng this oe back to the top in hopes that giantmongol works on the next chapter in this great saga before he chooses another...

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[killamcbills]

agreed. i don't know which is better, this... or Jackie and Rachel
thank you so much for putting out such quality work

[giantmongol]

Thanks for the support guys! Sorry I haven't managed to get anything new up in awhile - been pretty busy. I'm hoping to get a new chapter up sometime this week. Just came up with an interesting new idea for the Sorceress the other day... :eyebrows:

[snowpresto]

I certainly cannot wait.