A Victorian Tale Pt. 24

A Victorian Tale!

Part Twenty-four - Giant Killer & Changeling!

Now Bettina was helping her father out of his clothes. They both seem to think this was perfectly acceptable, the Professor thought. He could not see any doubts in the eyes of the pair, just passion. Off came Jack's waistcoat, then his trousers and shirt. Soon he was standing in nothing but his long-johns, much as he would have looked when fighting. The Professor observed that the long-johns covered a considerable bulge at Jack's crotch.

"Hmmm," said Magdalena as she continued to study the paintings. She had now moved to the other side of the frame.

"Ooooh daddy," gasped Bettina as she knelt and dragged her father's underwear down, revealing his manhood.

"Aaaaaaah," groaned Jack as his daughter applied her mouth to his manhood, showering it in kisses and then, as it became erect, licking the full length.

"Goodness!" Exclaimed the Professor as he watched Jack's daughter prepare to take his manhood into her mouth. Bettina's movements were almost predatory and the Professor began to worry that she would drain her father of his seed, and then of his life force. But she never got to wrap her lips around his phallus. With a grunt Jack reached down and pulled his daughter to her feet, then he turned her to face away from him, bent her over, and pushed three fingers into her fanny.

She must have already been wet with anticipation because his fingers slid into her with little resistance. She gasped, her mouth went wide, and then she gurgled as he rammed his fingers in and out at a furious pace.

"Ah daddy! Daddy! DADDY!!!" She screamed as he plundered her. The Professor could see Jack was becoming increasingly erect. Then he pulled his fingers out, took her by the waist, and lifted her up. Her legs jerked and went wide as she was lifted and then his manhood appeared between them. He lowered her until her vulva rested upon his rigid phallus and then rubbed her along his length.

Bettina leaned back against her father's chest, and reached back with her hands to grasp at his torso. Her legs bent back and the Professor thought there was something familiar about the pose. Something Jennifer had described to him a few days ago. Then he remembered. It was the position that she had mentioned from one of her visions, of a young woman impaled on an ogre phallus, being carried through the ancient landscape in front of her master.

"Yes daddy... oh daddy yes... be my lover," begged Bettina. Her father pushed her forward until the head of his manhood disappeared amongst the folds of her youthful pussy, then he thrust up and drew her back. With a triumphal smile he then released her and she wriggled, impaled on his manhood.

The Professor was impressed. Although Jack was now middle aged he still had the strength to hold his daughter in the air, with just the erect hardness of his manhood. What must he have been like in his prime? No wonder Magdalena fell in lust with him, he thought.

Jack grasped Bettina around the waist and proceeded to lift and lower her on his phallus. She clawed at him and kicked her legs, delighting in the sensations. And, as she dropped to full penetration, he used his knees to jerk her upwards again, a brutal thrust that forced a happy gasp from her. She tried to wriggle and kick to help him but she was not very coordinated, her actions just added some random movements into the mix. But she didn't seem to care.

The Professor was now convinced that this was a message. That Jennifer was, in some way, experiencing the same pleasure.

"Come and look at this."

Magdalena's voice cut through his voyeuristic reverie. She was standing by a painting and gesturing for him to join her. With a glance back at Bettina's pert little breasts bouncing on her chest he regretfully joined the hag.

The painting was named 'The Reconciliation' and featured a palaeolithic landscape in the early evening. In the distance there was a herd of mammoths clustered together as a protection from predators. And, in the foreground, there was a tribe of brutal looking creatures. At first glance the Professor thought they might be Neanderthal but then he noticed the size of their phalluses. They were ogres.

The group was clustered around a high point in the camp, a stone covered with furs, and they were concentrating on a single ogre who appeared to be fornicating. But he wasn't pleasuring another ogre, the skin colour was too pale. The Professor leaned in and took a magnifying lens from his pocket. There was not much detail, just something rendered with a few, subtle brush strokes, but it was clear to him what it depicted.

A young human female, with a generous raised backside, face down into the furs while her lover plundered her. Without understanding exactly why, he was convinced he knew the owner of that wonderful backside, it was Jennifer.

It was, of course, impossible. An artist dead for twenty years had painted the Professor's daughter into an ancient scene of inter-species lust over ten thousand years before she was even born. But he was becoming used to the impossible. Taking a deep breath the Professor suspended his disbelief and simply studied the clues around him.

Put it all together, he thought. The painting, Jack and his daughter copulating like an ogre carrying his phallus warmer, and Magdalena's statement that she was east of the East Anglian coast. It was clear that somehow poor Jennifer had been thrown into the past, and away into what scholars called Doggerland. The land that now lay under the North Sea.

"Yes," said Magdalena in answer to a question he had not yet formulated. "Sir Rupert has done this. What better way to dispose of a nuisance than to put them so far into the past that they will die before they return to your time."

"What can we do?"

Cutting across his thoughts Bettina started to have her climax. The girl was loud, very loud. And her father was grunting and perspiring as he laboured to ensure his daughter was well satisfied.

"I believe we can send her a message," replied Magdalena.

"Sorry," shouted the Professor. "I didn't catch that."

"I said," started the hag, but even her words were drowned out by Bettina's shrieking. "Oh dismiss!!"

The blood evaporated and was gone in an instant. All three parts. And the copulating pair were free of its influence. The Professor expected expressions of shock, surprise, embarrassment and shame as they discovered what they were doing, but it did not happen. Jack, still carrying his daughter, walked to a pile of dust cloths, large sheets designed to cover entire paintings when dusty work was being undertaken, pulled them into a pile and put his daughter onto them. She lay on her back, smiled and extended her arms to him, and he covered her. The lovemaking was much quieter as they kissed and caressed.

"Better," said Magdalena. "I said, we may be able to send her a message. Get your writing equipment out, please, my friend."

The portable writing slope was quickly set up and the Professor was poised with his pencil, ready to write.

"What shall I say?"

He wanted to write that he loved her, that he would always remember her, that he would never stop trying to find a way to help her, but Magdalena was concentrating. Perhaps he could send something of more value than just sentiment.

"Write this," said the hag. She spoke the words and he wrote, though some of it was hard for him to understand. Then Magdalena picked up the piece of paper and screwed it up into a little ball.

"Did I not write the words correctly?" asked the Professor, convinced he had done something wrong and must write again.

But Magdalena didn't reply. She was trembling with power, it oozed from every pore, it flowed over the copulating pair in the floor and stimulated them to greater heights of lust, and then she pushed the ball of paper into the painting. There was a moment of resistance then it was gone.

--o--

Jennifer, or T' as she was beginning to think of herself, was grunting and wailing as Gul hammered at her fanny. Despite the pace he still did not penetrate deeper into her body than pleasuring permitted, for which she was grateful. Unchecked, she felt, his phallus might drive all the way through her, emerging from her mouth. Part of her mind, the part that wasn't overloaded with pleasurable feelings, wondered what it would be like to watch a phallus emerge from your mouth. Presumably there would be a feeling of choking as the airway was blocked, followed by a pressure to lift her head backwards, and then the sight of a phallus before your eyes, coming out where it should, for an adventurous girl, be going in.

Her breasts were sore and tingling with being rubbed onto the fur under her. Every thrust bounced her titties, as the ogres called them, forwards and back, dragging her sensitive nipples across the pelt. Was this a predator she was rubbing, or a prey? Whichever, the wiry curls of fur were adding to the sensations that were pulling her towards yet another 'let go', as Hazel called it. An apt name, T ' thought, for here there are no civilised rules to hold back a woman from taking every ounce of pleasure from the experience.

Then there was a burst of icy cold air and a little ball of paper dropped in front of her. Focusing was hard at that moment as her eyes were constantly rising in her skull as the pleasure peaked, but she forced herself to concentrate, pulled her tongue back into her mouth, and looked down.

It was a small ball of crumpled paper, surrounded by an aura of magic, which was impossible. Not the magic, which T' was happy to accept was very real. But a piece of paper at this time in history? Then she understood that someone might have found a way to send a message. She reached out with her hand, grabbed the ball, and concealed it in her fist. Nobody seemed to notice. There were no calls of alarm, and Gul pounded on.

The moment she touched the paper she knew it had come from Magdalena. Behind her Gul was starting to behave like a human who was losing control, who was heading towards spilling his seed. She gave herself willingly to the rapid thrusts and allowed her passion to fuel a magical thought. Bring Gul a cocksleeve that desires to be his, and he can be happy with!

--o--

"Did she get the message," asked the Professor.

"I believe so," replied Magdalena. "Now all we can do is wait. If she has the understanding to read the message, and the power to act on it, then we may see her again."

"So far away," said the Professor, sadly.

"Yes," Magdalena agreed. "And such a different world. She will be forever changed if she does return."

"Oh daddy... ah daddy... daddy I am close... don't stop Daddy... Don't Stop!" screamed Bettina.

Jack showed no signs of flagging in his efforts, the Professor observed, the daughter would get what she desired quite soon.

"Harder, Daddy, Harder!" Bettina commanded. Jack slid his hands under her back and curled his strong fingers over her shoulders. The slap of his thrusts became more strident. She wrapped her slender legs around his waist and reached around his back to dig her fingers into his flesh. Raking her nails across his shoulder blades she was leaving livid marks. He will have many scratches, thought the Professor, as a memento of tonight.

"Oh faster Daddy! Faster!!"

Jack redoubled his efforts and the slaps became staccato and presto. He began to grunt and Bettina's breathing increasingly ragged then she howled, "Daddy, oh daddy, oh oh... Oh Daddeeeee!!!"

Jack held himself still, deep in his daughter, while she convulsed under him. He will be feeling the pulses of a vagina trying to milk him of his seed, thought the Professor, will he succumb and seed his own daughter?

It seemed that Jack had maintained control. From his viewpoint the Professor could see Jack's scrotum, there was no sign of the twitches and pulses that went with ejaculation. Then, as she came down from her climax, he heard Bettina growl. It was an incredible cry of lust and suddenly all was change.

Bettina flung an arm out and flipped her father onto his back on the marble floor. She remained impaled on his manhood, drew her knees up both sides of his hips, and put her hands on his chest. Then she lifted herself up and the Professor was treated to the sight of Jack's massively erect manhood from root to tip, before she rammed herself down on it again. Bettina glanced back at the Professor as if to say 'this is mine... my human... to do with as I wish'. He clutched his bead in defence and took a step back as her green eye flashed red.

"No you don't, dearie," said Magdalena. She stepped over to the pair and, with a swift movement, dragged Bettina off her father. Bettina howled and Jack groaned in disappointment. The hag turned her daughter around and pressed her back down on her father. Now each was presented with the sex of the other.

"Lick," Magdalena instructed Jack.

"Suck, and no more," she instructed her daughter. "Come to me before you seek to drain a man. For there is much you need to learn."

The pair set to, with a will, and the room was immediately filled with the sounds of liquid moans.

"Come Professor," Magdalena said. "We will let ourselves out."

--o--

Gul was now speeding to his orgasm. Rapid thrusts that shook T' and made her gasp and grunt. She threw her consciousness into her fanny to be better prepared for the moment and felt the change in his phallus as he crossed that boundary between holding back and letting go.

"Oh Gul," she cried. "I feel you. I feel you!"

The head of his phallus pulsed.

"Ah Gul," she cried. "Your seed arrives!"

His sperm started to fill her cervix.

"Yes Gul," she cried. "You fill me up!"

The pressure inside her grew and she became aware that his seed was escaping from her fanny and dripping onto the furs.

"Oh Gul... Gul," she screamed. "So much! I am filled to overflowing! A hero's amount of seed!"

And, as the pulsing churned at her vulva, she had her final climax, which she drew upon to cast her summoning spell.

"Gul! Gul! Guuuuul!!!". she wailed and a cold wave of power went from her into the night. Ao lifted her head in alarm.

Ten miles away a human leader, lying awake in the dark, trying to decide the route for the next day, had a feeling that they should strike slightly more south of east when the dawn arrives.

And, a few feet away, his daughter smiled as she dreamed her regular dream; of being the proud companion to a handsome ogre, with all the monster cock fornication that this position implied. Tonight the dream was particularly clear and intense, she even saw the face of her lover, a young and handsome ogre.

--o--

The Professor and Magdalena walked through the streets. There was a pleasant coolness to the air after the heat of the day and they touched hands, then walked arm in arm, like an elderly couple. Wearing his bead the Professor could feel that her hand was very bony but it didn't bother him. She had helped so much over the last few days that he was very grateful.

"Thank you, Magdalena," he said. "I think if Jennifer survives her exile it will be very much down to you. You helped wake her powers, and you have given her... er... what exactly have you given her?"

"My message," she replied. "Was the words of an ancient prophecy. About the coming of a great heroine. If she can wrest the meaning from it, and be brave, then I think she will be that woman."

"Goodness!"

"At the very least," Magdalena continued. "I have pointed her at something that has the power to bring her to the here and now. If she can ride its life through the years. It was then, and it is also now, you see."

The Professor wasn't sure he did understand. Jennifer had complained that the hag spoke in riddles. She was right, but that was the nature of the hag. And the Professor was happy to wait things out, for a while.

"When will it be?" he asked. "When will I see my adopted daughter again? Do you know?"

"If she survives then not mere days, and not many months. Weeks, I think," replied Magdalena. "Yes, we may see her in a few weeks time. Now let us turn our thoughts to our own nourishment. It would not do for Jennifer to return to find us less than hearty and healthy."

"There are some nice restaurants around here," suggested the Professor. Magdalena was right, he now felt very hungry.

"Excellent," replied his hag friend. "Let us use a hotel restaurant and also book a room. And let's hope the restaurant has some good waiters. I could do with a young, fit man!"

--o--

Gul rolled away and covered himself with furs. He didn't even bother to return to his own bed but fell asleep where he was with a big smile on his face.

T', clutching the piece of paper in her hand, returned to Tak and Pah.

"Happen you are peacemaker," grunted Pah. "Gratitude." Then he walked away.

"So," said T'. "That's it for thanks, is it? One word?"

"To be called a peacemaker is a great honour," smiled Tak. "You have done better than I could have ever expected. And Pah is an ogre of few words."

T' wondered if she should trust him with what had happened during the sex. With the piece of paper. Then she decided that trust was the only way forward. They had to take the leap of faith and work together. Conjoined allies.

"During the sex I had a message," she said, quietly so that only Tak could hear.

"A message?" he replied. "I have heard that some human females hallucinate during sex with us, the size of our phallus causes them to lose their minds."

"It was very nice but the message was more real than a trick of the mind," she replied, holding out the piece of paper.

Tak moved his bulk so that he blocked other members of the tribe from seeing it. They opened it and spread it flat.

"It is the Professor's handwriting," T' gasped. "And I can smell Magdalena, his hag friend."

They read it together...

Into the west goes a girl,

More than she seems, less than a god,

Protector of her tribe.

She follows their rituals,

As if they were her own, and cries joy,

During delving into her flesh.

Beasts obey her,

She saves two lives, from teeth and claw,

Her name grows greater.

At the place of gathering she understands,

The phallus of stone is incomplete,

Two must be moved.

From the north a chill wind blows,

Fell things make ambush, hoping to kill,

She wields the stone.

Her name grows greater,

She departs the tribe, for a later place,

But her name lives evermore.

"I hate to say it," said T'. "But I think it's about me."

"I'm sure it's about you," replied Tak.

"But it doesn't sound like the Professor," she laughed. "He would have written precise instructions as to what to do."

"I agree," said Tak. "It sounds like hag cackle. But it suggests to me that there may be a way home. For you at least. I may have to go the long way round."

"We travel west, to the place of gathering," agreed T', trying to avoid the subject of exactly who might return home. She had become very attached to Tak. "We are going in the right direction, Tak. We must be patient."

"And you, T', must become a heroine!"

"Hmmmm."

--o--

The Professor and Magdalena returned to their respective homes, the hag promising to return as soon as she sensed a change in Jennifer's circumstances.

"If she passes the crowns I will know," she explained. "Even if it is thousands of years ago."

The crowns were the sacred crowns of England, buried along the south coast to prevent invasion, though the Professor was unsure how effective they were. They certainly did not prevent the Normans from attacking in 1066, but since that year there had been no major incursions from the continent. You could, he thought, permit a defence system to have the occasional flaw. Especially a supernatural one.

"Thinking of of defence," said Magdalena. "I will send for some guards to protect you. It occurs to me that the man that has done this to our little sorceress might want to remove you from the world. Remove the chance you will make embarrassing accusations."

Jennifer's absence was explained by a ruse of telling those who enquired that she had gone to visit relatives in Yorkshire. And that she would be returning at the end of summer.

The household settled down to the usual routine and the Professor set himself the task of completely translating the Liber Fey to keep himself occupied when he wasn't working in the museum.

--o--

In the morning T' folded the paper neatly and Tak hid it away amongst her other items. Then she mounted him and they were off.

There was a tension in T's head, the product, she decided, of the spell last night. It was like the long tone you hear after a bell or a gong has been loudly rung. The spell was active and working. And this was proven half way through the day when Pah halted the column and gestured that the tribe should stand while he advanced.

On an area of boulders that loomed over the trail were a good dozen humans. They crouched with long spears tipped in fine flint, unmoving, watching. And one of their number was sat ahead of them, cross legged, on the remnants of a fallen tree. He was unarmed and he watched as Pah approached. Then he raised his hands to demonstrate he carried no stone, no flint knife, no weapon of any kind.

Pah sat by him and a long conversation followed.

"He negotiates for his tribe," whispered Tak. "Possibly suggesting trade."

"What do they trade?" asked T'.

"They are skilled with furs and leather and make very fine flint tools, amongst other things" replied Tak.

"And what do we offer in return?"

"We are traders by nature," explained Tak. "The winter hunting grounds are near the great mountains of the east. And there dwell those skilled in making glass. We trade furs for beads and now, I suspect, the humans want beads."

"Beads like mine?"

"No, just decorative beads. The humans are on their way to the place of gathering too. They know the beads will make them more attractive as mates. Signs of their prosperity and success."

"Nothing really changes," replied T'. "It's the same in the British Empire. Good clothes and other signs of success are greatly valued. But then you know that."

A great cry echoed around them. An agreement had clearly been made between Pah and the human Leader. The humans had made a shout and shook their spears in acknowledgement of this and Pah signed that the ogres should follow him.

The rest of the humans were concealed about half a mile away. Women and children and older men, all huddled close to the ground to avoid being seen. T' found it a great contrast to her own tribe. Where were the children of the ogres? Was the birth rate so poor that a child was a rare thing? There were many times more individuals in the human tribe as there were ogres.

"So many children," she whispered, almost to herself.

"Gul was the last to be born into this tribe," whispered Tak. "And that was eighteen years ago. The humans always breed more quickly than us. But we have the longer life. It is a balance."

But, thought T', it is only a balance now. In years to come, as humans take control of their environment, they will spread everywhere. They will outbreed all other things to become dominant. Was this the tension between humans and fey? Was this the reason they fey fought, and lost, and turned away to live in their own world? Parallel to the human world that they had lost.

Pah and the human Leader settled down to trade and everyone relaxed. Ogres and humans split off into small groups and further trades were made. Beads were exchanged for leather straps and some small flints set in wooden handles that would be useful for preparing food. T' found herself looking at the straps and belts and an idea came to her. She wasn't sure Pah would approve but he owed her a favour and it was worth a try.

"Take me over to the man there," she said.

"Where?" asked Tak.

"The one with the silvery hair," she replied. "He has just what I need." She would have liked to point him out but, of course, her arms were pulled back around Tak's torso. This was the problem she was going to try to solve.

Tak sat in front of the man. There seemed to be a common language between the ogres and the humans. Not quite fey, or human, but a mix of both.

"Show me leather," Tak instructed. The man complied, turning the pieces over and demonstrating their suppleness and strength.

"I want those two straps and that sheet," said T'. "And two of those fine bone needles, and some of that strange thread he has."

"Three beads," said the man, once Tak had explained the request.

"How shall I pay?" asked Tak of T'. "I have no beads."

"You can use my string of beads," replied T'. "I think I must sacrifice to make progress here. They are magical but attractive."

"Two beads," replied Tak to the man.

There was a discussion, and the necklace of beads was brought out, and eventually it was agreed. Two beads, but the man would choose which ones. None of the ogres paid any attention to the bargaining, or the sight of the necklace, except for Gul who looked on wide-eyed at the clear wealth of the ogre he had tried to kill.

"What do you intend to do with your items?" asked Tak.

"It's a secret," whispered T'. "And it will have to wait until we stop for the evening."

"You are a most mysterious cocksleeve," replied Tak.

Now food was being shared and he two tribes sat and munched together. Near to the human Leader a young, plump, girl watched Gul intently. Then she moved over to her Leader and whispered something in his ear. He looked shocked and whispered back, perhaps checking she was serious about her idea. She nodded vigorously.

The Leader approached Pah and a whispered discussion ensued. T' was tingling with anticipation. This felt like two noble families making an alliance. Pah nodded, the human Leader nodded, and then Pah called Gul over. And the Leader, or perhaps he should be called their King, called the girl forward.

The kings of their respective tribes retreated and left Gul and the girl together on the skins. They talked for some time then Gul removed his leather cocksleeve to reveal his phallus. The girl looked delighted and ran her fingers up and down its length. Then she threw aside her furs and revealed her body. She was short in the legs and arms and very plump with a chubby round face and a wide smile. She had very large breasts that sagged slightly onto her rotund tummy and her nipples were very pronounced. Her fleshy hips and large buttocks were complimented by a vulva that bulged under her tummy. It was so fat that her crack was a mere slit, the plump lips pushed together with the excess of flesh. Her hair on her vulva, and her head, was bright red.

T' gasped. It was the girl from her vision, the happy, lusty, plump girl who was enjoying being carried so much. Is it all linked, she wondered? My visions, the painting in Sir Rupert's gallery, the archaeological finds?

To be continued...