A Victorian Tale Pt. 27

A Victorian Tale!

Part Twenty-seven - Sorceress!

"But a sorceress of goodness," continued Ao. "One that walks with us, protects us, and is one of us!"

That seemed to satisfy everyone and they clustered round to support Amu and Di, and thank their new sorceress.

And in the midst of this hubbub Pah whispered, "Your vision proved true. Your free hands have saved us."

"Why thank you, Pah," T'o replied.

"All cocksleeves are going to want bra-strap now," he sighed.

--o--

They carried Amu and Di to a more secure location a short distance away and there made camp. Pah would not allow the tribe to move on until the injured couple were fit enough for the journey. T'o used healing magic on both mount and cocksleeve every day. The two would not be separated, the sprite refusing to be removed from Amu's phallus even when all her bonds were untied. She insisted that Amu's phallus must be kept warm and her loyalty gave her great honour amongst the tribe. She was fed the best food alongside her mount.

Pah's comment about bra-straps proved as prophetic as one of T'o's visions. Spare pieces of leather were soon being used to make variations on T'o's example. The sprites liked designs that put a hoop of leather around their small breasts, saying that it emphasised what they had. And it did. The dark leather around those tiny pert breasts did make them seem a little bigger.

Fi chose to have a more substantial arrangement with two hammock-like supports for her breasts which, given their size, meant they protruded quite a distance in front of Gul. And, emboldened by T'o's innovations, she took to rubbing berry juice on her nipples and areolas to make them more obvious.

T'o smiled, remembering the whores of London with their rouged breasts and cheeks. London, and her life as Jennifer, seemed a very long way away at this moment. Indeed any settlement on that site was thousands of years from being established, but she felt that the route they were following to the meeting place of the tribes was taking them in that direction.

The sabre cat was skinned and its meat removed and dried. The pelt was prepared by the ogre women by urinating on it and scraping off all the flesh with beautifully knapped flints. And it was claimed by Pah. Tak was disgusted.

"It belongs to you," he told T'o. "You killed it and saved Amu and Di."

"And how would I wear it when I'm being carried?" she replied. "Anyway, it suits Pah better and our leader needs to look the part."

Three days later Amu was ready to walk and the tribe set off for an easy day's travel. T'o had decided that, if she was now known as a sorceress, she might as well wear her regalia. She had fashioned a thin belt to go around her waist and fastened the bronze disc to it. In a pouch on the right side she wore the thunderstone, and dangling on her left were her magical beads. The bone pin became a hair accessory.

Pah offered Tak the second place in the line but he refused.

"I am content to be last amongst the men," he said, a move that earned him considerable respect from the established males. They would have permitted him to demote them, but T'o thought, there might have been lingering resentment from some individuals.

As they climbed the low hills everyone matched their pace to Amu. The sun shone down through the trees creating a dappled effect on the undergrowth. The birds sang, small animals ran for cover as the ogres approached, and T'o felt real contentment for the first time for many years.

"To think," she told Tak. "I had to be flung many miles, and over ten thousand years into the past, to rid myself of the negative feelings I had about myself."

--o--

The Professor climbed the stairs to the servants quarters with the well loaded tray. He had got used to this task over the week that had passed since he and Magdalena had returned home to find his house turned into a goblin den.

He didn't bother knocking but went straight into the bedroom. There was no point in knocking. The occupants would be unlikely to stop what they were doing and make themselves respectable. In fact, respectability had fled the whole house.

On the bed were two female goblins. Moonah was kneeling with her buttocks high, and she was licking the cunt of the other female who was laid on her back. The Professor had learned she was called Soony. And James was plunging his manhood deep inside Moonah. Each thrust was energetic and pushed Moonah forward, which had the additional bonus of helping her to pleasure Soony.

James was grunting as he laboured away and the Professor had to admit his butler looked fitter than he had for years. The developing beer gut had gone, replaced with firm abdominal muscles, and his whole body had likewise become leaner and more muscular. Those muscles involved in fornication had particularly developed so his thighs were particularly taut and his buttocks had shrunk to become hard and almost angular. The loss of fat around his abdomen made his manhood seem even larger.

He had stopped sweating profusely when he copulated and now thrust with grace, stamina and power. And the two goblin girls loved it. Time and time again, over the last few days, the Professor had overheard them encouraging him to greater efforts and praising his prowess.

The Professor put the tray down. There was a cheese and pickle sandwich for James, and two bowls of mushrooms and nuts for the girls.

"Uh... thank you Professor," James grunted. "I... uh... will be down soon to undertake my duties... uh... just as soon as I have satisfied these girls."

The Professor had heard this before and knew there was little chance that James would restart his work. For one thing the two goblin girls were utterly insatiable! And, for the other, James was getting too much pleasure nfrom what he was doing.

"Yes James," he replied. "Eat your sandwich."

He had sliced the sandwich into four, easily handleable parts and Janes grabbed a quarter, stuffing it into his mouth without loosing his stride for a moment. Moonah moaned in pleasure and Soony climaxed noisily. The Professor resisted the temptation to join them on the bed, knowing that such a move would be disastrous. Someone in this house had to stay free of goblin induced lust.

Downstairs he went to the kitchen. The population of goblins here had doubled over the last few days. There were now six goblins lying around in the nest, awaiting their turn to impregnate Mary. Mary was flat on her back with two hobgoblin babies suckling on her breasts and the two others crawling over her belly. A goblin was thrusting away despite a second trying to push him to one side, and the effect of the vigorous thrusting, and competition for her fanny, was to wobble Mary's belly. This was much to the delight of the two baby hobgoblins awaiting their turn on the teat, who hung onto this unusual ride and giggled away.

The goblin, a new one, the Professor didn't know its name, ejaculated with a delighted squeal, and Mary convulsed with her own climax. The Professor had noted that, recently, her orgasms seemed linked to their ejaculation. As if to reward her even more powerfully for accepting goblin seed.

He had put out the rumour that his house had been partially turned over to street urchins as a philanthropic enterprise. Hoping to account for the strange 'children' that were arriving regularly now. Orphanages were uncommon, and not well regulated, but it was one of the ways that rich people could give something back to society. And the ruse seemed to work. Each day gifts of food and clothing were delivered, 'for the poor orphans', which helped keep the household afloat.

Magdalena had gone in search of a solution to Mary's transformation. "I do not hold out much hope," she had said on the doorstep as she kissed his cheeks. "But I will try. It is my problem. I created it by poor instructions. I must try to put it right."

The bell to the house rang and the Professor answered his own door. It was two wives from the houses across the street. He gratefully accepted the baskets of food, thanking them profusely.

"Such a shame your daughter is away," one of the wives said. "She would have been a great help."

"Yes," the Professor admitted.

"When will she be back?" asked the housewife. "It was somewhere in Yorkshire I understand."

"Yes," replied the Professor. "Visiting relatives, for the summer. I do not know the exact day she will return. But hopefully soon."

"We think you are doing a very good thing," said the other housewife. "It's not everyone who would open their house to the more unfortunate." It was said with a grateful tone that suggested the woman was very pleased that someone else was being charitable and she could, as it were, ride the coat tails of philanthropy and gain some feeling of altruism; without too much effort.

The Professor closed the door and returned to the kitchen. A goblin was feeding Mary mushrooms and red syrup, and two were trying to breed with her at the same time.

He sighed.

--o--

Days later Pah stopped the tribe and pointed ahead.

"The place of gathering," he declared.

Everyone abandoned the line to move to the edge of the ridge. Down below, in a natural amphitheatre, was a broad circular area that was clear of undergrowth. A broad sward of comfortable looking grass shaded by trees around the edge. And, in the centre, an object that T'o instantly recognised.

It was the monolith that she had last seen in a pit under Lord Falterham's mansion. It stood proud and tall, declaring this as a location where phalluses should also stand proud and tall. Or, at least, that was T'o's interpretation. But, she thought, I am getting increasingly randy. Perhaps there is a more spiritual message in that tall stab of stone that seemed to pierce the sky.

"You are tense," whispered Tak. "What is wrong?"

"You can tell?"

"My phallus lies by your heart," he replied, quietly. "I feel every beat. I know when you are tense."

"The stone."

"What about it?"

"It is the same stone that lies under Lord Falterham's mansion. We have arrived at the outskirts of what will become London. And where I was sacrificed to make a member of the Lord's Hellfire Club extra virile for a year."

"I was just a servant," replied Tak. "And told to wait in the servant's quarters until Sir Rupert was ready to go home."

"While I was taken down into a pit that contained that stone and pleasured upon a flat stone next to it."

"There are no stones next to the monolith," observed Tak. "Though there are many scattered across this landscape. Brought here by the ice, when it was so far south it covered nearly all this upland."

"You remember the age of ice?"

"I do, and the things that came with the ice," Tak sounded sombre, as if these incredibly ancient memories were tinged with sadness or even grief.

T'o decided not to push on with this subject at the moment and gazed down at the monolith. Then, like a flower blossoming in her mind, she understood.

"Tak," she said. "This is the stone under Lord Falterham's house. I think we must make it complete. That is what the message means. We need to find the other two stones and bring them here. With the monument complete I think it may release enough magic to take us home."

"I don't know much about sorcery," he replied. "But I do know they are very heavy, these scattered stones. We will need help."

"Then help we will seek," T'o replied. "But first we must find the correct stones."

--o--

Having finished his translation of the Liber Fey the Professor returned the tome to Milton. He then approached the senior curator and arranged to take a short sabbatical so that he could stay at home and look after James and Mary. And he had a plan.

He would take advantage of the situation to write his own treatise on Fey creatures. He had already decided a title. 'Observations of the appearance and behaviours of a goblin clan in an environmental similar to their natural habitat'. He had already amassed a lot of notes.

The clan had grown now to twelve males and four females and he was able to watch their activities without any problems. The goblins seemed unconcerned at having a voyeur in their midst.

James was now looking ten years younger and his bed had been invaded by two more females, Estella and Uurtha. All the females were continuing to demand his attentions, one after another, their insatiable nature now proven beyond any doubt. James's pledge to start work again once he had satisfied them was even further away from being achieved than ever.

Then, one day, while the Professor was watching and taking notes,, eight goblins arrived and took Moonah away. The Professor was forced to choose between observing James and the remaining three, or following Moonah. Which might be about to demonstrate something new.

Novelty won out and the Professor followed the group who took her to the Great Bedroom. It transpired that she was 'in heat' and he scribbled his notes as she was passed from goblin to goblin. She was screeching with delight at being the centre of attention and shook her bottom at her lovers, or lay on her back, spread her legs, and kicked her feet in the air. When a phallus came within reach she grabbed it and either sucked it or pulled it towards her fanny. She didn't seem to mind that they shared her and, a few days later, she came to the Professor with a big smile on her face.

Rubbing her tummy she exclaimed, "Got babies now!"

Her hard little breasts seemed to have swelled slightly since the goblin gangbang and the Professor noted this fact. And that she had only two breasts. Perhaps goblin females rarely gave birth to more than two at a time. Unlike Mary who had birthed four hobgoblins.

And Mary?

She was now well established in a cycle of behaviour. When the babies slept, so did she. The goblins laid her down in a semi fetal pose and put the babies in the protective curve of her body.

When the babies fed she adopted a position on her hands and knees. Her secondary breasts were now as large as her normal ones, and fully functional. So four breasts sagged under her and the babies suckled on her teats. "Moooooah moooooah," she would groan while they fed, a sound that seemed to reassure them.

The feeding pose, on her hands and knees with her legs spread slightly put her fanny on full display to any passing goblin. At a level where all they had to do was walk up behind her and thrust in. Which they did causing her to moan with pleasure, the moo sounds becoming deeper and more lusty. And she seemed at her happiest when being roughly taken. The effect of this energetic thrusting was, of course, to make both pairs of breasts swing under her. Which caused some difficulty for the babies trying to hang on. But the Professor noted that the males considered this good practice for the infants and part of their training to be good goblins.

On one occasion, when she did not have a lover, the Professor took the opportunity to examine her. Her fanny, or cunt as the goblins called it, was literally dripping with juices. The Professor put an exploratory finger inside to discover that Mary was ready for penetration and she twitched her vagina on his finger. Her clitoris had fattened and swelled up and, when the Professor accidentally touched it, she gasped and pushed back against him until his finger was fully inserted. If he had taken his manhood out and presented it he had no doubt she would have accepted his approach.

He made a note. Would my smooth manhood give her pleasure now? Or is she only happy with a knobbly goblin phallus? Is it possible to devise an experiment to test this thesis?

When the babies were playing, a mixture of learning how to walk and indulging in rough and tumble in the nest, this gave the goblins a chance to do more adventurous things with Mary. The Professor learned that she would take the hand of any goblin and follow submissively to wherever they wanted her to go in the house. One favourite location was the withdrawing room where they would put her on her back over a footstool. This put her mouth and cunt at just the right height for vigorous thrusting. And her double breasts could be used for titty wanks. On at least two occasions the Professor found her with a goblin in her cunt, one in her mouth, and two crouched on her chest. The titty wank goblins would face each other and thrust through the soft canyons between her sets of breasts. And sometimes their phallus' would jab at each other like two medieval knights using lances to unseat their opponent.

James continued to use the privy, but Mary was beyond that now. She would defecate into the nest and a goblin would spring in to wrap the faeces in straw and dispose of it in the garden. But when she urinated they did nothing with the soaked straw, except to spread it around the nest. As a consequence the kitchen started to develop an unusual smell more reminiscent of the privy. But not the normal privy odour, something darker in tone. The Professor was convinced there was some sort of purpose to this but it took an event, a few days later, to reveal what was going on and why they collected her urine.

--o--

Pah's tribe were not the first to arrive at the Place of Gathering. T'o explained to Tak what they were looking for as the tribe found a suitable location and settled in.

"The Elf Stone and the Slut Stone," she started.

"The what and the what!" Tak exclaimed.

"Well that's what I was told," T'o replied.

"By whom?"

"Some Hellfire Club members," she admitted.

"Not the most reliable source," Tak laughed.

"No, I agree, and it was dark down there so it was hard to see. Both stones were flat topped, and they each had one side that was very upright. Which allowed the victim to be positioned at the edge and the Club member could get in close to fornicate easily."

"I don't know if you've studied them but a lot of stones look like that," said Tak. "Have you got anything more useful to help us? I don't mind wandering the Gathering and looking but it would be helpful if we had some other clues to use."

"The Elf Stone stole years from any fey made to fornicate upon it," said T'o.

"And did it pain them?"

"Very much."

"So for that one we must look for a stone that the fey people avoid," Tak mused. "When I was young my parents would warn me about playing close to certain rocks. They said the Troll inside the rock would eat me if I went too close."

"Oh... how horrible!"

"Yes," he laughed. "But it worked. I never went near the rocks they told me were bad. Perhaps I can have a quiet word with some of the fey around here. Identify what they are telling their children to avoid."

"That would be excellent, Tak," said T'o. "You are really helpful."

"I am motivated to help," he replied. "I do not want to have to live all that history again. Some of it was not nice. Er... you mentioned another stone."

T'o was fascinated to discover that Tak was being sensitive about the second stone. This was not how ogres were presented in the fairy tales of her youth.

"Yes, Sir Rupert called it the Slut Stone," said T'o. "But I am quite sure that he, and the other members of the Hellfire Club, made that one up. To upset whichever lady they had persuaded to lie upon the thing. It seemed to me that the more... restrained... polite... prudish... the nature of the lady, the more they enjoyed her downfall."

"But you survived."

"Yes," she admitted, and then felt she should say more. "But I had fallen a long way, of my own choice, before they put me on the stone."

"So we are looking for a stone that makes women... fall?"

"Er... yes," T'o grinned.

"Then I think I know the exact one," he replied. "It's near the human quarter."

"So you really have been here before?"

"Yes... let us take a walk."

As they explored the Place of Gathering he explained where the various peoples had come from, and what they brought to trade.

"Those are sprites from the mountains to the west, a place you will know as Wales," he said, gesturing at a bunch of excitable boy and girl fey who seemed to have started the celebrations early and were challenging each other at a drinking game. "They make stone rings. Like yours but without magic in them. It takes a powerful sorceress to give them magic "

A group of very tall and slim fey looked at them with violet cat-like eyes.

"Elves," said Tak. "From the south west. The Cornish Peninsula. They mine tin and copper and produce the finest knives known to any race. But each blade has a flaw. Once the elf that forged it passes on, the blade dies too. Evaporating into thin air. It is a brave warrior who risks his life to one but they are deadly while they exist."

T'o, as Jennifer, was sure that copper and bronze weapons arrived much later in time than this period. Perhaps inspired by elven blades. She could not consult the Professor but resolved to do do when she had found a way home.

A way home. That was a hope she had not had for many days. But perhaps it was possible.

T'o had fond memories on seeing the next group of visitors.

"These are..." said Tak, but T'o interrupted him.

"Dwarves," she said, warmly.

"You like dwarves?"

"Oh yes, they helped me a lot."

"Well they mine for flint in various locations. The best stones come from northeast

of here. They trade untouched stones, and those they have crafted into wonderful axe heads. I believe Pah is hoping to trade our beads for an axe head that will enhance his status amongst the ogre tribes."

He explained that the ogres from what the Professor called Doggerland, and the mountains of Scandinavia beyond, usually traded in beads made from glass, the secret of which was jealously guarded, or carved from semi-precious stones.

Then they were entering the section of the Gathering where the human tribes made camp. There were a lot of them. The humans outnumbered the fey perhaps three or four to one.

Tak pointed out some well tanned individuals, saying, "Those are from far south of us. I would guess in your day you would call the region France. They bring items made from the metal of the sun, gold!"

And a few minutes later, "Those are from the north. Tough and hardy they are. They hunt as far north as the retreating ice and every creature that has a fine skin is theirs to slay."

T'o looked around their camps where skins of all varieties were on display. Already there were fey trading for furs and pelts to keep them warm in the bitter winter nights.

There were some suspicious looks at Tak as he strode through what he called the Human Quarter. But when the humans saw T'o their attitude seemed to soften.

They think I am visiting my relatives, guessed T'o, even a cocksleeve has a mother and father, or brothers or sisters she might want to see. A once-a-year conversation to learn the latest gossip and pick up on any significant news. Thought it would be a very strange encounter. Impaled on an ogres phallus, chatting with your relatives. I cannot think of anything similar under good Queen Victoria. Unless the tales of debauchery in some of our stately homes are true and Lords and Ladies talk about the latest political happenings while naked and fornicating.

The stone was a hundred yards beyond the camp, on a slight rise, and T'o could see there were ladies around it, all standing naked. Sitting on the stone was a man in the finest furs she had seen in this time. As they approached he waved his arms dismissively and shouted out, "No ogres! No ogres! I do not want my women ruined for the rest of my customers."

"An enquiry," said Tak. "Just that. I do not want your ladies. I have my own to keep me warm."

The man looked suspicious but stopped his attempts to shoo Tak away.

"What do you want?" he demanded.

"I wish to talk with you," said T'o.

"It talks!" exclaimed the man, as if this was strange.

"Yes, I can talk," T'o replied.

"Oh... just that I've always been told that you... things... are pretty much mindless."

"We are not, we are as clever as you," she answered, feeling a bit insulted that he would suggest she was no more intelligent than a leather cock-warmer.

"With that cock in you?" he looked incredulous. "I've seen a woman raped by a Hill Giant. They've got a cock as big as your ogre... friend... here. After the sun had moved...," he traced an arc in the sky to indicate perhaps two hours, "... she had no more mind than this stone. And she never spoke again."

"I am very comfortable on Tak," T'o replied. "And my insides are now changed to enjoy pleasuring with ogres. But I did not come here to talk about ogre fornication, nice as that is, but to talk about the stone."

"It is not for trade," the man snapped back.

"I imagine not," said Tak. "Would it be better if I left you here for a while, T'o?"

"Left me!"

"Yes, I do not think this man will be helpful unless I move away."

"Will you not be cold?"

"It is a warm day. I will be fine for a while. I will go up that slope a little and warm my cock in the sun. Come and find me when you have finished."

He unfastened the bindings and the bra-strap and gently bent over to withdraw from her. As he slid his length from her body the man moved to watch, and his naked ladies also became fascinated, clustering around. One reached out to touch Tak's phallus, only to have her hand slapped away by the man. And, when the head of Tak's phallus finally slipped free, there was a general gasp. The gasp included T'o, the last few inches always gave her a great deal of pleasure.

"Gods of the woods and the sky," said the man. "Her cunt is closing. It is as if that cock had never been there at all."

"Yes," T'o replied. "You can see I am unharmed. You should not judge an ogre without understanding."

She stood up and studied him. It felt strange to be standing on her own feet. He returned the scrutiny, his eyes flicking over every part of her body as if assessing it for some purpose unknown. He sees my beads and my sun disc, she thought. Does he know I am a sorceress? Or does he merely think me a rich but foolish cocksleeve?

He was tall, taller than her and he wore an elf dagger tucked behind his back. Arranged to be out of sight but easily grabbed if violence presented itself. T'o could feel its presence, it could not be hidden from her.

* the blade almost sings * commented Miriam.

The man's furs were of exotic creatures and over them he wore a wolf pelt. It made him look quite predatory, as if he shared some of the wolven nature. On his belt he had a handful of beads. They were attached to leather thongs. Looking around at his naked ladies T'o could see that each one was wearing a similar bead on a choker around her throat.

* his beads are magical * warned Miriam.

T'o acknowledged the useful information in her mind. She was unable to sense the magic in the beads.

"What is your name?" T'o asked. It seemed as good a way to start the conversation as anything else.

"Jax," he replied. "Let us talk, since you have sought me out." He gestured at the stone like a rake back home might suggest to a naive young lady that they share a kissing bench. "Please sit."

To be continued...