A Victorian Tale Pt. 28

A Victorian Tale!

Part Twenty-eight - Stoned!

T'o ignored his invitation to sit on the stone. She was not ready to touch the stone just yet. She knew, to confirm its identity, she would have to do so at some point. But it felt to her that Jax was trying to take advantage. Standing felt more in control of this situation.

"I will stand," she replied. "If you don't mind. Do you always attend The Gathering?"

"Yes, every cycle."

"And do you always come to this stone?"

"Yes, it is mine and all know not to claim it for themselves. It is important for my business."

"And what is your business, if I may ask."

He looked over T'o's shoulder back towards the human camp.

"You will see soon," he laughed. "I offer pleasure and the promise of pleasure until the next Gathering."

T'o looked over her shoulder. Five men, humans, were climbing the slope towards the stone. They were laughing and making gestures that suggested they were anticipating fornication. She glanced at Jax's ladies. They were preening themselves. A group of young ladies, back home, would have adjusted their skirts, powdered their noses, and ensured their bonnets were given just the right amount of mystery.

These ladies wore nothing so their preening was to caress their breasts, stimulate their nipples until they stood up erect, and rub between their legs to make their fanny glisten with juices. One girl even rubbed her clitoris until it engorged, pushing herself towards a climax and allowing a sheen of sweat to coat her body. Pleased she rubbed the sweat over her breasts, making them shine. The other girls licked their lips to make them glossy, and practised a pout. For all the girls it seemed important they were chosen.

T'o recognised a brothel when she saw one, and she wondered about the women's status. Could it be their 'employment' was dependent on good performance? And what was the purpose of the beads?

"Why do they wear a bead?" she asked, deciding that pussy-footing around this man would serve no purpose except to delay her understanding.

"Their beads bring peace," he replied, as he waved a welcome to the men. "The girls accept the men much better with a bead, and know that I am their master."

"Oh," replied T'o. "I see."

Now the men had arrived and were examining the girls who pranced, danced, and rubbed up against them. Then the trading began. Each man had brought something. A scrap of silvery metal, a tiny gold bead, a chicken-like creature, or a basket of vegetables and fruit. One man had found a fossil and this unusual item was also judged suitable.

Jax gave each man a position around the stone. Most were ordered to select a girl and then fornicate standing up with the girl's back pushed up against the boulder. Gold bead got pride of place, being told to get on top of the stone. His selected girl, a voluptuous woman of perhaps twenty five years of age with long black hair, clambered up to join him. T'o watched carefully as she climbed with a grace and skill that suggested she had done this many times before.

The girl gave a gasp as she climbed and her mouth opened wide, her pupils dilated until all that could be seen between her eyelids was silky darkness, lipid pools of black. Her whole face transformed into a mask of lust and, between her legs, T'o could see that her fanny was leaking copious amounts of juice. The man who had been given the bonus of being on top of the rock took one look and then leaped upon her, ramming his manhood into that juicy, welcoming hole. The girl grasped at him frantically, clearly just as desperate as him for conjoining, she caressed his limbs, pulled him close, grabbed at his buttocks and lifted her hips to assist his thrusts. Her cries echoed around the rock and were soon joined by her companions.

T'o watched closely, trying to get clues as to what exactly the participants in this open air brothel were experiencing. Was it anything like her sacrifice in the Hellfire Club? She glanced back at Jax. I suppose I should call you a pimp, she thought, and found him watching her, not his customers.

"What is happening, Jax?" T'o asked, though she thought she knew. "If you do not mind telling me."

"The stone makes the girls happy and willing," Jax grinned. "And the men become harder than they have ever been. Their manhoods are strengthened, like the arm of a man who lifts a spear repeatedly gains muscle. He grows hard and can throw his spear further and further, his arm getting greater in girth. The same happens to their manhood when they use my stone. It grows in girth and length and learns to become erect faster, when the occasion arises, and to stay harder for longer."

"Ah I see," T'o replied. So this was the Slut Stone she had lain on. Being a conduit between the power of the stone and the man who desired greater virility.

"Take a closer look," said Jax. "They are all lost in the power of the stone. They will not notice you. They will not notice if a storm arrives and soaks them to the skin."

It was tempting. T'o stepped forward and was now standing next to a couple as they frantically fornicated. She was standing with her back against the stone that, at this part, was sloped gently back. He was standing too, and thrusting into her, and T'o could feel the energy. She looked down at where manhood and fanny conjoined and thought she could detect a faint glow of power. Then she looked at his hands upon the girl's breasts, and thought she could see a glow there too.

"Why is the stone like this?" she called over her shoulder. "This is not the behaviour of a rock. Or are the rocks here special? This is my first Gathering. I would like to know if I must be careful with every rock here."

"There is a tale," he replied.

T'o jumped. His voice came from closer behind than she had expected. He had matched her steps forward. He put his hand on her shoulder and she heard him gasp with lust.

"A long time ago..." he started. "... at this very spot, a sorceress made a promise. She was being challenged by a younger woman for her position in her tribe. The younger woman was claiming that the sorceress was too old for the job of priestess to the shrine. That she had not the power to fornicate as a good priestess should. That she could not make every man in the tribe desire her. Now the young woman was just eighteen years upon the earth, and very beautiful, while the sorceress was nearer twenty-five and loosing much of the rosy tints of youth. Her breasts sagged greatly and her cunt was wrinkled."

Twenty-five, thought T'o, the life in this time must take its toll upon you. She remembered the Professor saying that for a palaeolithic human to reach forty years of age was a major achievement.

Jax's hand had slowly moved down her back as he talked. His fingers tracing the dimple over her spine in a most erotic way. It now rested on T'o's hip.

"So the pair of them agreed to a challenge. They would each lay upon a rock and fornicate with every man who came to them, and an elder would keep score. And the one who took, and satisfied, the most men, would be the priestess."

Jax's hand slid from her hip onto T'o's buttock, he circled it on her soft flesh and then gave it a gentle squeeze.

"The sorceress chose this very rock and they started. And, for a while, they each matched each other, man for man. Cumming for cumming. The word got out around the human camps and men arrived who had journeyed over many a hill and dale. Men from the east, the west and the north, men with pale skin, men with olive skin, and men with skin burned black by the sun in the deserts to the far south."

Jax moved his hand over T'o's buttock and pushed it down between her cheeks. T'o could feel herself making juice as he ran his finger around her anus, twice, then pushed a little lower.

"Then the young girl began to sob and complain that there were too many men. As the sorceress continued to satisfy her lovers the young girl started to push hers away and, after an hour more, she screamed out that the sorceress was inhuman, that no woman could take this much manhood, and she conceded the contest. She hurled herself from her rock and ran to hide under a pile of furs."

Jax gently stroked T'o's fanny and, his fingers covered with her juice, pushed two into her. T'o stood on tiptoe as the sensations, the story, and the sight of the two lovers in front of her conspired to make her feel very lusty. Jax curled his fingers and she lifted her buttocks in response. Her breathing went deeper, and she shuddered with pleasure.

"The elder declared that the sorceress had prevailed and all thought the contest was over but the sounds, sights and the odour of fornicating people had drifted across the Gathering and attracted the attention of the fey. Many had come to watch, sitting on slopes and rocks nearby, or like the hill giants, using their stature to gain a good view. The sorceress sat up on her rock, looked around at her audience, and declared that she was not done. 'I will take all you fey as well!' she declared. 'Every elf and dwarf, every ogre and sprite, every giant and even those I see that I cannot name'."

Now Jax was thrusting with his fingers, sometimes pushing, sometimes twisting them inside her, but T'o was happy for him to continue. After all she had let him touch her, so he was now lusty, and the sensations were nice. And she wanted to hear the end of the story. The lovers in front of her had their climax at the same instant, writhing against the rock, and the man laughed out loud upon discovering that his manhood was as hard as ever. They went at it for a second bout as Jax whispered in T'o's ear, rubbing his thumb over her clitoris.

"And so the fey descended upon her with their strange phalluses. They clambered onto the rock and she welcomed them. And drained them of their seed. She took every kind of fey, even the centaurs who had travelled from the inner sea, galloping on their hooves to trade with elf and men. They were the most energetic of lovers, each a stallion, and armed with a phallus as long as an ogres'. The day wore on and the sun dipped to take her rest with the lord of the underworld. But there was no rest for the sorceress."

Jax gave a little shudder and T'o felt the stroke of his fur leggings as they slid to the ground. A touch of silky fur down the back of her legs as he released his manhood from constraint. Then, moments later, the touch of hot flesh between her thighs as he started to become erect.

"They say it happened when she had copulated with a thousand creatures, men and fey. She began to glow, a golden light that could be seen all across the camps. Then, with one final scream of joy, one final magnificent cumming, she became one with the rock. And, ever since, it has been as you see it now. A rock that makes women open to all. And makes men as virile as the gods."

"Thank you for the story," said T'o. "I must be going now. My mount is waiting."

"Take a closer look," said Jax, his voice harder now. His fingers inside her went faster and he put his other hand on the small of her back and pushed. T'o was pressed against the Slut Stone.

Her breasts touched the stone first. As the nipples came within a finger's breadth of touching it there was a spark of power that leaped to her, like the spark from one of those Wimshurst machines that makes electricity. Then her nipples touched the hard surface, followed by her aureola, and finally the curve of her bosom. The power of the stone flowed into her as it had when she was sacrificed, loosening the bonds between spirit and flesh, removing any restraint.

She had again become the conduit between the stone and the man touching her. Oh no, she thought. Fool me once, shame on you, but fool me twice, shame on me! I have again been tricked, and this time because I was arrogant and thought I could turn away from Jax whenever I wanted.

As her hips touched the stone she knew that escape was unlikely. Her body desired Jax, and when he pulled his fingers from her and inserted his manhood, she welcomed the hard long flesh that started to pound at her, pushing her onto the rock with every thrust.

"Ah ah ah," she panted. She had reached back in a vain attempt to stop him, but now she clung to the rock, sliding her hands over it, feeling its shape under her fingertips. Was there a sorceress inside it? Was it like her ring? Miriam was inside a stone, so it was possible Was the story true, and an unnamed woman now occupied this rock?

"Take it," grunted Jax. His thrusts pushed her against the stone and, at full penetration, lifted her legs from the ground. He paused, grinding her clitoris against the rock, and she had her first orgasm, kicking her legs out as she tried to touch the ground, her moans blending with the other women around her. His manhood seemed to swell inside her as she came, and then Jax was thrusting away again.

Her whole body seemed infused with the power of the stone and she could think of little other than being pleasured here until the Gathering was over. Then, slowly, ice grew in her mind. She could not afford to be a slut on the stone. Wasting her opportunity to go home. The ice grew, her power fighting back against the pleasure. Magdalena's prophecy had said nothing about becoming a professional whore. She must resist!

"Ah ah ah," she moaned. "Ah ah... Nice as this is... Ah ah... I must take my leave."

"What?" Said Jax. He sounded very confused. As if this was the first time any of his women had said anything other than moans of lust on the stone.

"Ah oooh... Lovely... But I need to go," T'o "I have things to do. Please release me, let me go."

"Stop being so fucking chatty," Jax replied, and hammered at her harder.

T'o could feel him letting go with one hand, and thought her words were having an effect, but he had done so only so he could reach down to his belt and pull free one of the thongs. A simple length of leather with a bead fastened at the half way point. He lifted his hand to her neck and, with a deft and practised flick, he looped the thong around her throat. Then he thrust in hard, pushing T'o off the ground and grinding her into the stone.

She came again and, during the moments when she was off-balance, kicking out her joy, he tied the thong around her neck pulling the bead tight against her skin.

"Now you're mine!" He growled.

T'o was in confusion. The power of the stone, to make her willing, was suddenly combined with the power of the bead, to make her obedient.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "I am your slave."

"Better," growled Jax. "Here's a new customer. It is my will you take him."

He pulled out, spun her round so she was standing with her back to the rock, and she saw the new customer.

The man was muscular, not very tall but with a barrel chest and massively muscled hairy arms. He was bare to the waist and T'o glanced down at his kilt-like skirt.

"We can trade after," Jax said to the man. "This one needs to be fucked immediately. Show no restraint. She likes it hard and fast."

The man did not drop his kilt but simply pulled a flap at the front aside and revealed a huge, dark and grossly fat manhood which he lifted with one hand and started to wank to erection. His pubic hair was a forest of black curls that only served to make his manhood seem even larger. T'o watched and found herself caressing one breast with her left hand, and pulling open her fanny lips with her right. She still wanted to leave but it was as if her body had other ideas. Jax had said she must take this man, this customer, and her body was going to comply.

* he's a big boy isn't he * commented Miriam.

Yes, thought T'o, but I don't want to do this.

* that cock is going to give you lots of pleasure but, if you don't want him, then you must say so *

I can't, T'o thought, my body won't let me.

* who is in charge of your body, you or Jax? *

Er Jax, I think.

* you are more powerful than that little bead... fifty times more powerful... destroy it *

Oh god his manhood is enormous, so long and so great of girth, and he's coming to fuck me, and the stone tells me to do it and the bead tells me it's my duty. Oh no, he's rubbing it up and down my fanny, which feels so nice. He's about to thrust in!

* destroy it... now! *

As the muscular client pushed aside T'o's fanny lips and prepared to penetrate her, she focused her mind on just one word... No. The ice in her mind, that had almost melted under the effect of two magical things in combination, grew in an instant to a raging avalanche.

"No!!!" she cried, "No! No! NO!!!"

The bead on her throat shattered, the pieces turning to smoke before they hit the ground. The muscular man stepped back in terror. The man fornicating to T'o's right decided he had had enough for his trade and ran. Leaving his whore whimpering with frustration. The muscular man took one look at the whimpering girl, then glanced at T'o, and chose the willing whore, He covered her and pushed her up against the rock and proceeded to pound away.

Jax was standing, an expression of fury on his face. No girl had ever resisted the bead. No girl had ever refused a customer, however physically repulsive or badly behaved. He reached behind his back to grasp his dagger. The rules of The Gathering were that no person could offer violence without being exiled but he was prepared to kill this one first, and argue before the elders about his actions after she was thoroughly dead.

T'o slipped her hand into the pouch that held the thunderstone. She too knew the rules of The Gathering, they had been explained to her by Tak, but she was determined she wasn't going to be killed by this vile man.

Jax pulled the dagger free from its sheath and then struggled to move it. Tak was standing behind him. The ogre twisted the dagger from Jax's grip and threw it away. It landed several hundred feet away, surprising a hare which skittered away at high speed.

Now it was Jax's turn to be turned around against his will. Tak grasped the man's fur jacket and lifted him off the ground.

"You cannot offer violence," gasped Jax. "It is forbidden."

"Tak not offer violence," said Tak, in his best 'I'm just a stupid ogre' voice. T'o had noticed that history had made her friend much more sophisticated. But perhaps this was not the time for sophistication. Perhaps this was the time to remind people that you are strong enough to pull their arms or legs off, like a child torturing a spider.

Jax's legs swung under him and his manhood, which had rapidly subsided under the glare of the ogre, dangled and swung between his legs. He looked vaguely ridiculous.

"Tak not offer violence," Tak repeated. "Tak just want to talk face to face." He pulled Jax up until they were staring into each other's eyes. "You not touch my friend. My sorceress. If you hurt her. In any way. Tak find you. Understand?"

Jax nodded, and was lowered to the ground.

"She's a sorceress?"

"Would you like a demonstration?" replied T'o.

She now understood why all of the women in Jax's Brothel wore a bead. It was not a uniform. Not something to give them a group identity. Like the ladies who attended their London Club might have a discreet lapel badge. It was a magical slave collar. And she did not approve.

She pulled out the thunderstone, lifted it high and the lightning came. This has to be delicately done, she thought, and focussed the ice in her mind into something resembling a scalpel. The lightning played around the rock. It surprised all the men, who were still fornicating, but touched none of them. Instead, a tiny branch of lightning touched each bead, turning them to dust, and the women were released.

Some shook their heads, grinned, and went back to fornicating. Several pushed their lovers aside and walked away. And one approached Jax and slapped him, hard, across the face. He recoiled in horror, clearly nothing like this had happened to him in a long time. Then, with a sly smile, he reached down to his belt and pulled free a thong. He raised it, and went to fasten it onto the girl that had slapped him, only for T'o to reach over and touch it with her finger. The bead crumbled into dust. He grabbed at his belt but the beads there had crumbled too. He was left with half a dozen leather thongs, each with two knots designed to hold the bead in place, but no beads.

He raised his hands. T'o growled, and lightning played, very gently around the thunderstone. He lowered his hands.

"Mount me, please," she said to Tak and, in front of Jax, the ogre took her onto his phallus.

"I'll be back," T'o promised. She had a plan, and it involved moving this stone a few hundred yards. But that could wait until the Elf Stone had been identified. Which might be more difficult than finding this one.

Tak and T'o left Jax with his much reduced group of ladies. Hopefully, T'o thought, now it was just the ladies who liked their job.

--o--

The secret of the smelly straw was revealed in the following manner and, eventually, formed a whole chapter in the Professor's treatise on goblins.

Despite their lascivious nature, and obsession with fornicating, the goblins - true to their promise to Magdalena the Hag - took the task of guarding very seriously. When there was an unexpected knock on the door they were there in an instant to support the Professor. They hid behind the door, ragged knives at the ready, in case the visitor was intent on harm. But none of them were.

There were friends who had come to offer support, tradesmen looking for work, and delivery persons bringing items the house required. But no assassins sent by Sir Rupert to deal with the one person who might spend time and money trying to find a lost daughter.

After a week or so of this the Professor grew lazy and sometimes, if he was busy writing up his notes, would let a goblin answer the door. He knew that any normal visitor would simply see a child. Then, after letting Brak, the goblin's leader, answer the door one day, and wanting a cup of coffee, he walked into the kitchen. And stopped.

Mary was there, on her hands and knees, feeding the baby goblins. And being pleasured hard by a couple of males. This was normal and didn't warrant a second look. But next to Mary was a new person. A girl, kneeling down, half naked, her ebony skin dark against the straw of the nest.

It was Winta, the black maidservant of one of the Professor's friends. She had clearly been sent to deliver a basket of food to the house. A wicker basket full of a dozen varieties of mushrooms was put to one side. The Professor did not recognise the basket, or some of the mushroom types, but it did seem that the message had got out that the street urchins loved mushrooms.

Winta was a freed slave who had been liberated from her masters, a family who were finally shedding their unpleasant past. But not without demands for compensation from the government who had passed such unreasonable laws, to their view, that stated that nobody could own another person. She had, as was the fate of many freed slaves, been thrown out onto the street. If the owners could not have her then they were damned if they were going to spend money giving her employment. The Professor's friends, in contrast, gave her both employment and a home.

She was an elegant young woman, very politely spoken, and - at the moment - becoming increasingly naked. Brak was presenting his phallus to her and waving a bunch of straw under her nose. Another goblin, the Professor thought it was Kark, was helping her out of her clothes.

The smell of the straw was having a strange effect on the girl. Her eyes were dilated and she seemed very passive, accepting Kark's efforts to render her completely naked without complaint. The Professor wondered what he should do. If he marched over to the goblins and demanded they release her he could, he was confident, have her redressed and out of the house in ten minutes. And hopefully this would include the girl agreeing to say nothing about the children's game of playing 'grown-up'.

On the other hand he did have an anthropological treatise to write, and it looked like some very important research material was about to happen. Let her go, or watch what happens, jostled for dominance in his brain as Winta's body was slowly revealed to him. She was, he had to admit, an utterly stunning young lady.

Her skin was jet black which made her eyes and teeth look even whiter and she had a cute button nose and generous smile. She had plaits of dark hair that was woven close to her skull, so close that it looked as if she was wearing a tightly fitting cap. Her clothes, now scattered to the four winds, were typical of any maidservant this year. Nothing unusual there, but Kark's work on removing them had revealed her breasts which were very large, quite pointed, with a puffy thickness around the nipple. They had the firmness of youth, she was barely nineteen years of age, and did not droop or flop but stood out proud in front of her. Above these magnificent mammaries, which the Professor found it difficult to drag his eyes away from, her shoulders were finely formed with prominent collar bones and, under her chest, her torso narrowed quickly to a very slender waist.

Below her waist things got much more rounded and broader. Her hips were very wide and her thighs were shapely and quite large, but her legs rapidly dropped in size through graceful calves to tiny feet. And her buttocks were a marvel. The Professor moved across the kitchen, pretending to examine the various food stuffs and potions bubbling away on the range, and took a good look at Winta's backside.

It was broad and very firm-looking but also very curved. The effect was to create a dramatic change between her lower back and the upper part of her buttocks as her flesh went from down to outward. And under her buttocks that was a similar sharp change of direction as they joined her thighs. The Professor had never seen such prominent buttocks in his life. He made a few notes. Then moved again and gazed at her sex. It was difficult to see clearly. She was knelt down with her knees together and she had thick curly pubic hair and a little rounded tummy that, in this position, overhung her vulva.

Brak continued to wave the straw under Winta's nose and bring his phallus closer and closer to her mouth. She had become a little slack-jawed and the Professor was sure she would accept the phallus in her mouth very soon. Should he intervene? Then he remembered that Magdalena had only lost hope with Mary because she had been copulating and eating mushrooms and the strange red potion for thirteen hours. There was plenty of time to make observations and stop this before it became too dangerous.

In the straw there was a shuffling sound and half a dozen goblins slowly moved. Bright yellow eyes stared at Winta, suddenly alert with the prospect of a new female to enjoy. Mary mooed beside Winta but the young girl paid no attention, even when one of the goblins copulating with Mary seeded her, sparking an orgasm. Winta opened her mouth a little wider and pushed her head forward. A low moan came from her. The smell of the straw was obviously making her desire the phallus.

Then Brak's phallus was touching her lips. He stood still, waiting, just gently wafting the smelly straw in front of her nose. She closed her mouth around the head of his phallus and made a long groan. Kark stood behind her, his little legs spread wide in a stance that suggested he was prepared to stop Winta from making a break for freedom. But, once her mouth had closed on Brak's phallus, he relaxed and reached around her body to grasp her breasts.

Winta curved her back languorously at his touch, pushing her breasts up and firmly into Kark's little hands. He pinched her nipples and she gave a phallus-muffled squeak. Brak pushed more phallus into her mouth and Winta sucked as if it was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten.

I note, wrote the Professor, she sucks but she does not bite. The instinct to chew her food must be suppressed, or the flavour is a reminder of a food that is to be licked or sucked. Unless, of course, my friends have trained her to suck a man's phallus. Many a serving maid was taught to do this for her master and his friends, with some families considering it part of the duties of a maidservant. I suppose this might have happened.

Now Winta had reached out to hold Brak's hips and was pulling him towards her. He backed off, forcing her to move to maintain contact. She lifted her buttocks and went from a kneeling position where her buttocks rested on her calves, to one where her sex had been raised to the height of a goblin's hips. Kark followed the movement and then released her breasts which bounced once. Then he put a hand between her thighs and started to gently delve. He was like a poacher tickling a trout to catch it, his fingers moved constantly and gently across her sex.

Something like this, thought the Professor, had happened to Mary. Though the smelly straw was a recent addition to the kitchen cave. Perhaps they had invited her to kiss and suck a phallus and that had been enough to start the process of making her into a breeding female.

Now Winta was greedily sucking on Brak's phallus. The Professor wondered if he should use that word in his treatise, or if he should write a foreword explaining the terms goblins used. In which case the girl was pleasuring Brak's cock. From time to time she removed it from her mouth but only so that she could lick its whole length and suck at his enormous testicles before putting it back in her mouth. The Professor was astonished how quickly she was taking the lead in demanding his cock to taste. There was no coercion but there was probably chemical mind control.

Kark's fingers were having a similar effect on Winta's fanny, he noted. Then he crossed out fanny and wrote cunt instead. And she was starting to wriggle her buttocks. Shaking them at him, inviting him to go further. Kark looked across at the Professor and waved at him. It took a moment before the Professor realised that the creature was inviting him to come closer.

Anthropology is the study of cultures and peoples and one of its principle rules is that you don't interfere with the people you are studying. The Professor thought for a moment before stepping forward to be beside Winta where he could see Kark's phallus. He judged that really close observation wouldn't break the rules. But the fact is that he wasn't a professor of anthropology, and the cultures he studied had been dead for thousands of years, he was driven more by enthusiasm than strict protocols.

Kark had made his phallus ready. The Professor had already noted that goblins could do this remarkably quickly. It was as if they were always poised, ready to copulate. And Kark was no exception. He proudly showed his goblinhood to the Professor, and then - to the Professor's alarm - grabbed the old man's hand and placed it on the nobbles just under the flared mushroom head.

"Er... I should not do this," remarked the Professor. He was referring to the principles of anthropology, but might also have been worried about clutching a phallus that wasn't his own.

"You watch us" giggled Kark. "I watch you watch us. Time to learn more about goblin."

To be continued...