A Victorian Tale Pt. 22

A Victorian Tale!

Part Twenty-two - Conjoined Allies!

Jennifer, or T' as she was now known to the tribe, whispered to Tak about the discovery of the ring, of Miriam, and her life with the Professor. Tak in turn revealed that he had taken up service with Sir Rupert with the intention of releasing the fey he had imprisoned, only to discover that the evil Lord had guards and wards he could not pass. When he first met Jennifer, at the Hellfire Club event, he was still in the position of hoping that some solution would present itself.

"We are both cast so far away in time from Sir Rupert," said Jennifer. "... that I am unlikely to ever meet him again. You might have a long life but I am only human. I will age and die here. At the most I might live another sixty years. I cannot cross the thousands of years that separate me from Sir Rupert, or sadly my new father."

"What about your magic?" asked Tak. "Can you not do something to help yourself?"

"I am still learning what I can do," she replied. "I do not know my limits. But I'm sure they don't include time travelling, like Mr H. G. Well's hero."

* I will help * said Miriam.

"Thank you, Miriam," she replied. "Any help you can offer will be most appreciated."

The youngest male ogre turned and stared back at them, he had a strange look on his face. He's been eavesdropping, thought Jennifer, we had best keep quiet on this subject.

She could feel the tension in Tak's body as he and Gul looked at each other. Then Pah made a shout and set off at a furious pace, and the tribe had to follow. Jennifer was bounced on Tak's phallus and her breasts rose and fell with the movement. It was alarming but not entirely unpleasant and she tried to ask Tak what was happening as her body rapidly moved towards an orgasm she tried to suppress. She wasn't alone, several other cocksleeves were also gasping in pleasure.

"Aaah aaah ooooh," she gasped. "Oh Tak... why are we running?"

"Pah has seen something," he grunted quietly. "It might be a predator, or perhaps prey, his sign did not indicate which. We will know soon."

Jennifer bit her lip and tried to keep her moans as quiet as possible and soon it became evident it was prey they were pursuing. Pah stopped the tribe, signalled for the men to spread out left and right, and pointed at a solitary pig-like creature. It did not look like a domesticated pig, more like a wild boar. It snuffled at the ground hungrily and Jennifer remembered that pigs were used in France to find truffles, their sensitive noses able to detect food. Even deep underground.

Pah bent down and picked up a stone. Then he presented it to his hag cocksleeve. She ran her lips over it and whispered something. Then Pah threw the stone. It performed a lazy arc in the sky and struck the pig on the head. Jennifer watched thinking that it was not hurled hard enough to kill the pig. She was no expert in hunting pigs but she was pretty sure you needed more force if you were going to hurt it.

The pig looked up, alarmed, and every male ogre shouted, including Tak. The roar was terrifying and the pig made a swift decision to abandon its food in preference for escape. It retreated and its backside and tail were the last thing Jennifer saw of it as it crested a rise and disappeared from sight.

Pah signed to the ogre women and they descended on the area where the pig had been snuffling, digging with sharp sticks. The truffles started to be brought from the ground almost immediately and a short while later they had excavated a small mountain of them. These were shared out and stored in little wicker baskets.

"Why did he give the stone to the hag?" Jennifer asked.

"To bless his aim, and to add her words of power that would make it want to run," replied Tak.

"But it was just a pig."

"A boar like that is immensely strong," Tak replied. "If angered it can cut you with its tusk from thigh to stomach. And the wound festers. Unless you want its meat, it is best to frighten it away."

"Oh I see."

"But they are well known for finding delicious food. Pah must have seen it snuffling."

The truffles collected the tribe lined up again and the march continued. Well, thought Jennifer, at least I know what's on the menu for dinner tonight. Truffles and then, possibly, sex with me.

--o--

"Hello James," said Magdalena the hag. "What brings you here? To my house in the woods. To gingerbread and wine, hag milk, man seed and ecstasy."

James shook his head. His mind still felt full of pixie dust and he was having difficulty composing his thoughts. Strangely a meal of gingerbread and wine sounded very attractive. Many tales told of the Gingerbread House in the woods but the Professor said that what happened inside was definitely not a story for children.

"Er... I have a message from the Professor," he finally managed.

"Then come," said Magdalena, turning away. She glanced back once, her elegant body twisting in an erotic manner, and crooked a finger at him to follow.

A few steps brought them to her house. Not made from gingerbread, or sweets of any kind, but nonetheless an ancient style. Large stones for the foundation, wooden and plaster walls, and a turf roof that seemed to be the living quarters for birds, squirrels and a number of less savoury creatures. Somehow the turf was still alive, sprouting fresh shoots and mingled with wild flowers, the scent of which filled the air.

It was idyllic.

"Enter me," Magdalena said.

James wondered if that was an invitation to enter the house or enter her. Possibly both, he decided.

The inside of the house was quaint. The thick glass in the tiny windows meant everything was tinted in green, and there were bottles everywhere. Bottles with strange liquids in them, bottles with strange powders in them, and bottles with bits of strange creatures floating in a pale amber liquid. And there was a cauldron. Who has a cauldron in their living room, wondered James?

There were only two rooms, one for sleeping and one for living. The living room had the cauldron, as I have mentioned, and the stove for cooking, and a bench for crafting whatever it was that Magdalena made with her strange substances. An archway covered with a hanging bead curtain led to the sleeping room.

Magdalena didn't stop in the living room but continued through the bead curtain. James hesitated, there were numerous folk tales about the dangers of a Fey's bedroom, but a second after she had passed through the curtain Magdalena put a hand back through the curtain and seductively crooked her finger again.

James, obediently, stepped through.

--o--

As an attentive reader you will have noticed that there seems to be a discrepancy between the time in Jennifer's world, and the time in James's. He was still just a few hours into his quest, and Jennifer was already well into her second day. This is because the realm of the Fey, the place where they now hide, has fractured from reality. Time flows differently there. You can visit the fey world and be gone mere minutes, while years go by in our world. I refer you to the tale of Thomas the Rhymer for an extreme example of this effect; which is not consistent but varies by the narrative need of the story. Stories are very powerful in the fey kingdom.

--o--

James, of course, was not bothered about the fractured realities of the Fey world and ours. Firstly he had only a very vague idea of these issues, and secondly he was looking at a naked Magdalena, in her own realm. Magdalena looked like an elegant mature woman in our world, and had drawn many appreciative glances on Oxford Street, but here she was utterly, devastatingly, beautiful. James jaw dropped, as her dress slithered to the floor like a live thing, and in moments he was struggling to remove his own clothes as a haze of lust consumed him.

"He he, don't forget the message," Magdalena cackled, though to James her voice was smooth and liquid, the sexiest thing he had ever heard. When she visited the Professor he had been aroused by her, just by the process of escorting her from the front door to the Professor's study. Now her full power was released on him and his rampant manhood, that stood stiff and tall, was proof of it.

"Er... it's here," he stammered, searching his cast-off shoe for the note. Magdalena took it from him with an elegant hand, and placed it to one side.

"Thanking you," she cackled. "Now on the bed with you, dearie, I have a mind to pleasure me."

--o--

"Is there somewhere specific we are heading for on this migration?" asked Jennifer, as they set off. "Or do we just follow the mammoths until they decide they have arrived at good summer grazing?"

"Yes T'," Tak answered. "The tribes have a special place where they meet, and we are going there. There will be much feasting, and we will know we are near when our tribe starts to hunt. Every tribe is expected to bring food to the feast."

"And will there be fornication?"

"You do like it, don't you T'," his voice was full of warmth. Jennifer couldn't see his face from her strapped in position, but she could tell he was smiling.

"Yes, well it's nice. Nicer than I expected from what my mother and governess suggested."

"There will be breeding of the ogre women," Tak said. "Which is a sight to behold. But the humans also worship each other's bodies at that time."

"Humans?"

"Yes, we share this world with humans, but also sprites, pixies, elves, dwarves and a host of other fey. And other, darker, things. But they, the dark things, are not invited to the celebrations."

"And they all come to the same place?"

"Yes," he replied. "And they bring different things to trade."

The terrain became quite difficult for a while so conversation had to cease as the tribe laboured over some low hills and then through a bog that seemed to go on forever. Jennifer watched as the tribe grew closer and closer to the herd of mammoths, the landscape pushing them together. Then, with a shrill trumpet, a young male appeared at the side of their column. It was agitated and aroused, Jennifer could see its phallus waving underneath its colossal body.

Perhaps, Jennifer thought, the creature had been pushed away from the herd by an older male for becoming too frisky with the females? Perhaps he had even challenged a larger male for the opportunity to mate with a female on heat? Whatever the reason, the tribe halted, tense and with baited breath, waiting to see what the enormous creature would do. If it charges us, thought Jennifer, there is the possibility of serious injuries, and no doctors or hospitals to help here.

"Stay very still," muttered Tak under his breath as he strained every muscle. "I will try to intimidate it." He made himself look as big as possible, like a tom cat facing a rival. The beast he faced didn't need to make itself look large, as a young male it was large enough, and the pair of long curved tusks added to its ability to intimate. Jennifer, stuck on Tak's chest, and with her hands fastened behind her, was unable to move out of the way, or contribute to the challenge.

* shoo it away * said Miriam.

It had not occurred to Jennifer that her powers might extend to creatures like the mammoth. But it was worth trying. Anything was better than waiting for her body to be split open by a deadly curved tusk.

She looked it in the eye and, with her thoughts, told it to depart. Ice cold streams ran through her mind, the magic had been invoked. Be at peace, she thought, go away and have some grass. The creature took one step forward and Jennifer was aware the ogres were tensing, ready to flee. It turned its head to get a better view of her. There was intelligence in its eye.

You will have fornication with those wonderful female mammoths, Jennifer thought to the creature. You just need to get a bit older, that's all. Be patient and it will happen. Now, rejoin your herd.

The beast shook its head, waving its tusks at them. And Jennifer thought it was saying no. But mammoths don't nod and shake their heads for the same reasons that humans do. The shake was an acknowledgement of her power, and the common sense of the words she had put into its mind. The beast turned away and ambled back to the herd.

Pah moved swiftly down the line to check nobody was hurt, then he turned to Tak.

"You stood well," he grunted.

Tak bowed his head in acknowledgement of the praise. Pah's cocksleeve, the hag, looked very closely at Jennifer. She is studying me, thought Jennifer. Could she tell that I used magic?

Pah turned away to take up his position at the head of the column but the hag kept her eyes on Jennifer until her master's body prevented it. Jennifer watched the red eye in the nearest eye socket that appeared baleful even in full daylight. When she turned away, and Jennifer looked around at the rest of the tribe, she caught Gul's expression. He looked very jealous that Pah had praised Tak.

--o--

The days passed and Jennifer began to be accustomed to the routine. Each day they travelled, stopping briefly at some point on the journey to collect food, and each night passed in a haze of pleasure. Cav came, on the second night, to politely request use of Tak's cocksleeve. It seemed she was still a novelty to the tribe and many of the men, and women, wanted to see how she responded to the pleasuring.

As Cav made her scream out her happiness to the sky several of the ogre women came close and watched her responses. And Pah's cocksleeve, the hag Ao, crawled across the ground to put her skeletal hand on Jennifer's thigh. Jennifer felt the bony digit stroke her, moving up her leg to her hip, and then plunging down the crease between her thigh and her vulva to find what she was looking for, Jennifer's clitoris.

The slightest touch of the hag's finger took Jennifer to heaven. She felt her head was about to explode with the joy. Then she was floating a little above her body. Below her she could see herself clawing at Cav as she writhed under him, and found herself looking straight into the hetero-chromic eyes of Ao. The expression on the hag's face suggested she could see Jennifer's soul floating in the air and Jennifer wondered if Ao could feel the ring.

"Gnnn gnnn gnnn urggggh!" screamed her body as she worried that Ao was about to reveal her secret. "Yes.... yes... oh fuck that's so good... nnnnngg nnnnngg aaaaaaah!!!" her happy body told everyone that she was cumming again.

But the betrayal didn't happen. Ao said nothing, just stimulated Jennifer to orgasm after orgasm until Cav was finished. Then, with strange gestures, drew Jennifer back inside her body. This reassured Jennifer who had begun to think that her body could get along very well without her. This was a worrying idea, that her own body could pleasure without needing a soul. In fact it seemed less inhibited without her in there, prepared to do whatever her ogre lover desired.

The third day was of little note but, on the third night, Lin and Unt both claimed her at the same time and she was utterly exhausted by the time she was permitted to return to Tak. Sleep came quickly.

--o--

James thought that getting on the bed was a very good idea. At least most of his mind thought that. Deep down there was a little subconscious worry that this was a bad idea, and an image of the female spider consuming the male after copulation came to mind, for some reason. But his phallus was erect, Magdalena was supremely attractive, and he didn't want to fail the Professor by bring rude or ungrateful. He lay on his back amid the rumpled sheets and stared at his own manhood standing up stiff, like a fleshy stilt. The skin of his phallus was almost purple with the blood pumping into it and the words combined in his head... rumple... stilt... skin... now where had he heard that before? Could it be his new name? His fey name, gifted him by Magdalena?

For some reason he immediately decided, if it was a name, then it should remain secret. That if someone guessed it he would have to provide them with a boon.

The hag elegantly slid onto the bed and moved to kiss him. Her lithe tongue flickered in his mouth like a snake's forked tongue and, for a moment he thought her tongue was split too. It was a strange sensation but completely wiped from his mind as she reached down to grasp his manhood. The effect was electric, as she gripped it, and ran her thumb over the head, it tensed up even more. His hips rose from the bed as his back arched involuntarily.

"Muuuh muuuuh ooh guuuuud," he groaned, his words muffled by the tongue in his mouth and Magdalena's lips on his.

She broke free and looked into his eyes. Then she flung herself over him, felt between her legs to finger her fanny and spread the lips that surrounded her love hole. In moments she was producing a thick, milky substance. Finally she took his manhood, pushed it inside herself and lowered her hips. James kicked his legs and grabbed at the sheets with ecstasy as she drove herself down until her faint whisps of pubic hair were rubbing against his more robust dark hairs.

"Aaaaaaah," he groaned. Then, "Oh Mary... oh Mary.... oh I'm so sorry Mary... oh I am falling... oh wonder... oh my beloved I am consumed... she is the devourer... I am going to cum... cum hard... cum harder than I have ever... uuuuhrgg!!!"

Magdalena took his seed and became pregnant. She smiled in satisfaction, but there was no need to stop just because the first spilling of seed had born fruit. She put a hand on James's forehead and pressed his head into the sheets, and with her other hand summoned the note he had given her. It fluttered across the room to land over his heart. She covered it with her own clawed hand, digging into his chest with her fingers. A little light reading, she thought, whilst she churned her hips and raised and lowered them on this, rather nice, manhood.

James grunted underneath her, he had lost the capacity for speech. All he could do was moan. He didn't know that, after a couple of hours, he would be unable to do anything but scream.

--o--

The fourth day in Doggerland for Jennifer was, in contrast to the previous day, full of events.

After breakfast Gul, the youngest ogre, made his move. He walked over to Tak and Jennifer and threw down his leather cocksleeve. The thing dropped next to Jennifer and she recoiled at the animal smell it exuded. Like the musk smell from an excited manhood, but much stronger. Then Gul grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her over to his sleeping area. He dropped her face down and used one hand to lift her backside up, revealing her fanny for penetration.

No words were spoken but the message was clear. Tak was to take the leather cocksleeve and Jennifer was to be Gul's phallus warmer, his fleshly cocksleeve, from now on.

Tak growled and leapt across the camp. He pushed Gul hard, making him stagger back, and signed to Jennifer to return to their furs. Before she could move Gul bent down and removed from the folds of fur a stone. He must have collected it the previous night and concealed it in his bedding. It was smooth and round and nearly as big as Jennifer's head. He swung his arm at Tak but, luckily for her friend, the blow was badly aimed and Tak suffered only a glancing blow from the stone sphere. It was, however, enough to put him on the ground, stunned.

"Stop!" shouted Pah, but Gul took no notice and jumped onto Tak to try again. Jennifer reached out and touched her ogre friend, willing his mind to recover from the blow. Tak snarled and his dizziness passed, then he reached up and grasped Gul's hand, preventing the second, deadly, blow that would have surely caved in his skull. Gul strained hard against Tak's strength and tried to break the hold on his wrist, to no avail. He then added the strength of his other hand trying to force the stone past Tak's guard and stun him again. But he had lost the element of surprise and was now beginning to struggle against his more experienced foe. With a grunt and a flip of his body Tak put Gul under him, and wrenched the stone from his grasp.

"Stop!" shouted Pah again. Tak put his arm across Gul's throat, trapping him down. Then he raised the stone and Jennifer gasped. Would he kill Gul to establish his dominance? Would their place in the tribe be assured, but tainted by murder?

Tak paused for a moment, as Gul looked up at his death, and then calmly gave the stone to Pah. Then he gently took Jennifer by the hand and led her back to their furs. They left Gul being harangued by Pah, who was furious.

"Thank you," whispered Tak. "You put ice in my mind to clear my thoughts. If you had not I would probably be dead now."

He picked up Gul's leather cocksleeve and threw it over to his rival's bed.

"You're very welcome," Jennifer replied. The whole incident had frightened her. What would her future have been if she had lost her ally in this harsh place? Would she have become simply a prize to be taken by the strongest challenger?

Then she turned to offer her fanny to Tak. The sooner she was mounted in front of him the better, she believed.

--o--

"Uuuuhrgg! Uuuuhrgg! Yaaaah!!," screamed James as Magdalena pulled another load of semen from him. Then, "Uuuuhrgg! Uuuuhrgg! Yaaaah!!," as it happened again a few minutes later. He kicked his legs and dug his fingers into the sheets as the hag remorselessly extracted his seed. He felt drained, emptied, and sweat rolled off him as he shuddered under her, unable to pull together the strength to resist. His mind was happy, the happiest he had been for many a day, but his body was in agony. And the contradictory signals of pain and pleasure were driving him mad.

"Uuuuhrgg! Uuuuhrgg! Yaaaah!!," he cried again. Unlike the Professor, who was elderly and needed to be treated carefully, James was a strong middle-aged specimen with a fit heart. Magdalena, who had the power to diagnose this better than any doctor, felt she could proceed at her normal pace with this one.

As she churned on him she 'read' the message from the Professor through her fingertips. It was worrying. Rumours had been circulating amongst the fey community for years of a man who kidnapped fey. He had become a monster in the minds of the more vulnerable fey, a warning story to tell their children at bedtime. Made worse by the fact that he was unknown, he could be any human you meet in the street.

"Uuuuhrgg! Uuuuhrgg! Yaaaah!!, Ayeeeee!!!," screamed James as she sucked yet another load of sperm from him. His eyes were frantically looking up at her, a combination of desire and desperation. His right hand clawed at the bedsheet so hard that the thin cloth ripped. Magdalena slowed her churning and switched to an up and down movement on James's manhood, whilst leaning slightly back so as to put tension on it. A technique her mother had taught her. Performed at the correct pace it was very effective at milking the last remaining seed from his testicles.

"Nnnoo... nnnoo... nnnnoooooo," was the closest James could manage to begging for mercy. Then, "Uuuuhrgg! Uuuuhrgg! Yaaaah!!, Ayeeeee!!!," as he again had a climax. Magdalena kept him on the edge for an hour then decided she needed to finish this.

Sadly, every atom of her hag body was driven to perform the killing technique, an incredibly rapid plunging up and down her victim's phallus while clawing at his chest to squeeze his heart with magic until it burst. Mother had said that sometimes they had their final orgasm at that moment, their manhood twitching as it attempted to spill seed that was no longer there to spill. Magdalena had achieved this with a poet who had entered the fey realm in search of inspiration. He had twitched and gurgled under her, his manhood pulsing rhythmically, as his heart stopped pulsing.

But she knew she needed allies in the human world, and there was nobody better than the Professor during this time. She could not afford to annoy him by killing his servant. She mastered her nature and stepped off James. He lay with his manhood still standing up. It was covered in hag milk.

She conjured an imp.

--o--

Jennifer was enjoying her ride that morning. Two hours of gentle stimulation of her fanny by Tak's movements, with the occasional delight of him rubbing her clitoris when he remembered. The pleasure washed away the memory of the fight.

Then the feeling of doom arrived. It started as a cold itch in her mind but, within a minute, it was like a clamouring, cracked, church bell. A warning of danger.

"Pah is in danger," she shouted at Tak. "Warn him, he must be told!"

"Breaking ranks is frowned upon," replied Tak. "I hope you're right about this."

He left the column and trotted forward to Pah then, with bowed head, he muttered. "Hold! Stop!"

Pah looked at him and raised his hand to stop the column. "Speak!"

"My cocksleeve believes there is danger ahead," said Tak.

"Strange. My cocksleeve says nothing," replied Pah.

The hag, Ao, stared at Jennifer and then muttered something to Pah.

"We will hear her out," said Pah.

He looked at her and put two fingers on her clitoris. Oh God, thought Jennifer, I'm going to have to explain myself whilst trying not to scream with pleasure.

"Er... ooooh... aaaah... I felt a... goodness," she struggled to get the words out.

* tell him to stop *

Jennifer wondered what might happen if she spoke to her leader like that, suggested he do something he might not like, but she wasn't going to be able to have a sensible conversation otherwise. She breathed deeply, which wasn't hard given the delightful sensations coming from her sex and, with as much respect in her voice as she could muster said, "Could you stop doing that please."

"Stop???" said Pah, sounding as if she had told him to take a running jump. Then he smiled. "It tradition," he laughed, as if that was an answer that brooked no reply. Several of the other males laughed too.

"Well," replied Jennifer, thinking she might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, "It's a silly tradition if you want your... cocksleeves... to make sense."

Pah looked shocked, but pulled his hand away. Now, thought Jennifer, I'm in real trouble if I can't justify that rudeness.

"I sometimes have visions," she explained. "Or feelings. And they told me that you were about to step into danger."

"Me?"

"Yes, so it must be something that the ogre at the front of the column comes across first."

"Show!"

Pah gestured for Tak to take the lead.

"Tak," said Jennifer quietly. "Pick up that stick over there."

Tak picked up the bough and put himself at the head of the column.

"Now we walk, slowly," explained Jennifer. "Poke the ground in front."

They set off while Pah and the rest watched. After a dozen paces Tak poked the ground in front which gave way under the stick. Despite the fact he was testing before each step he still nearly lost his balance and toppled forwards, pulling himself back at the last moment. He then knelt and felt the ground.

The rest of the tribe approached and watched him as he pulled aside branch after branch until a hole was revealed. The light streaming through that hole revealed a large pit, cunningly disguised. At the bottom of the pit were deadly-looking sharpened stakes.

Pah looked in.

"Elf trap," he grunted. "Dug and glamoured! To see it was impossible."

Jennifer wondered if he meant a trap made by elves, or a trap to catch elves. Probably the former.

Pah turned to her. Oh dear, she thought, now I'm in for a telling off for being so rude.

"Save life of Pah and Ao you did," he admitted. "You are strange cocksleeve. Very upperty! But useful to tribe. All pay respect."

At that command all the male ogres went down on one knee, and the females briefly bowed their heads. Then, carefully steering around the trap, they set off again.

* well done lass... your powers grow * said Miriam.

To be continued...