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It was a small village in the big woods called the Vasty Forest. He was a young man having reached the maturity of 18 years. It was his time to take over his father’s business of working the forges in the smithy. He had apprenticed since his 8th year. Now he was to be the breadwinner for the whole family as his father rested and awaited death. It would not be long. No one lived past their 50th birthday in this village. It was stark and lacked the healthy air and fresh food a people needed to prosper. The woods gave up little food, either hunting or gathering, and the soil was so poor that the vegetables and fruits that reluctantly grew in the gardens were weak ghosts of the delicious and nutritious foods they should be. Out here in the deep woods they saw only the occasional traveling vendor or perhaps a group of gypsies moving through the village. They very seldom saw outsiders. It was an insulated, isolated, unfulfilling life for all of them. But it was the only life they had ever known. They prayed to the Goddess for all their needs and she provided what was necessary to exist. That was all. Still they lived and continued for even the short span they were given. There were always stories of strange creatures and animals creeping about in the woods. Always there was the one who had seen something or heard something, but never specific, never clear, and no one knew for sure what they would find if they ventured very far into the forest or followed the only road around the bend and over the gap in the hills or in the opposite direction across the narrow stream bridged by old, rickety wood. What they did know was that once in awhile, perhaps once or twice in a decade, a man would disappear in the deep woods. Even those who took to the open road could be said to have disappeared, because they never returned. But why would they if they had a choice? It all led to terrible stories told at the hearths in the evenings, to the children as warnings, or to the adults for the only entertainment they shared. The young man, called Karl, was taking good care of his father’s smithy. It could be said it was now his. And he was fortunate to have been well taught. From all his hard labor he had grown stronger and larger than most Ankara bayan escort in his village. He stood 6 feet and had black hair and a physique that made the village girls swoon. His bulge often created giggles when he strode through the village. He was not unaware of the impression he made on the girls. In fact he partook of their fair charms whenever he wished. At times he needed coal for his forges and he would have to trek into the woods to the only source he knew of. However, that source was becoming depleted and he had to start looking farther into the forest for the fuel he needed for his work. It so happened that he finally made a trip that kept him out until dark and he was forced to make a bed in the leaves on the floor of the woods. It was deep in the night, at the witching hour of midnight, that he was awakened by the sound of tittering. Small voices were laughing in the darkness. His fire had died down. Suddenly there appeared before him what he took to be the Goddess herself. She had long red hair and her beauty was wondrous to behold. He sprang to his feet. So incredibly luscious and voluptuous was her naked body that his manhood became hard upon the instant. Her breasts were proud and were perfect as they pointed towards the heavens. Her ginger triangle was tightly curled and edible looking. Her body had curves and creases any man would want to fondle and lick. Her legs were long and her feet were clad in straps that did not hide her lovely tiny feet with suckable toes. He bowed as low as he could and he was rewarded by a touch upon his head. A soft hand was caressing his black hair and turning his head upward with a tilt of his chin. He gazed upon the vision and was bewitched. She began to walk away and as she slowly trod upon the leaves there was no sound made. Then dozens of tiny women, perfectly shaped, with red hair and tiny bared bodies with little titties and pussies streamed out of the darkness and grabbed his hands and his clothes and began to drag him after the vision. The little women were obviously pixies. They were formed as perfectly as their mistress, only tiny versions of her. They stood about 3 feet high and their assets almost matched Escort bayan Ankara hers. Not quite. She was perfection. They were tiny replicas that attempted but failed to radiate her exquisite beauty. But they would have made any normal man wish to possess them. They did not have far to go. Almost within moments it seemed they were entering the gates of a villa unlike any he had seen. In fact, he had never seen any villa. They were foreign to his knowledge. He was led past the gates and into the villa itself passing through double doors of oak. They could withstand a strong assault. At last he entered his new home. For, indeed, he had been chosen. He was not aware of it yet, but he would never leave this place again. And he would learn to bless the day he had chanced to enter this domain. The little minions led him into a large room with many strange devices upon the walls and around the stone floor. There they began taking off his clothes. He resisted and suddenly the Vision appeared and cast him upon the floor with an outstretched hand. He was flung almost 20 feet and he was now terrified. “Never resist my minions. They have lived many lifetimes and always do my bidding. Do you understand? You are now a slave. My slave. I am the Mistress. I am the one who orders and commands and dispenses justice here in these environs. Is this clear new slave?” “Please Goddess, forgive me. I did not know. I will learn, I promise.” “I am not the Goddess fool. I am the Witch of the Vasty Forest. I am a Mistress and practitioner of the magic arts. You will soon find what your purpose is here. But until then, do as you are told by anyone here. Is this understood slave?” With this she disappeared and the tiny pixies began stripping him again, and as they did so they fondled his muscular body and his large prick which was becoming larger with their little hands touching it. Some kissed it and it was particularly pleasing when several tongues were licking the head of his cock. Tiny hands stroked his rod and he was almost ready to cum when they stopped abruptly. He was to learn that only the Mistress was allowed to make him cum. They were just teasing him. They led him to a device that Bayan escort Ankara was like a barrel and he was pushed onto the rounded surface on his back with his now hard prick standing straight into the air. Then his arms were stretched above his head and tied fast. As were his ankles at the bottom of the barrel. He began to fear for what was to come, but he was anticipating what was to come also. His cock was twitching in anticipation. His Mistress glided into the room, her feet not touching the cold, stony floor. She was carrying a short whip in her hand. She approached Karl and gazed down at him with satisfaction. “I have selected well. Your cock is long and thick. You will do adequately. Do you understand that now you are my slave and will do my bidding for the rest of your life? Do you have anything to say? Do you object, slave boy?” “No Mistress, I will do your bidding forever. I cannot escape the vision of you finding me this night and taking me in as your own. I have never felt such lust and passion before. I want to feel it forever.” With these remarks she struck him with the whip and delighted as he cried out, but his prick stayed hard. His new Mistress now floated up and settled down upon his still hard prick. Her cunt was lovely with ginger hair and it was moist from the need she had not filled for some time. She straddled him and his cock slid easily into her cooze. She was already dripping cum onto his manhood. “I will use you. Do you understand, slave? I will use you for my pleasure, not yours. You will not cum. You will never cum until you are told to do so. Is this clear? Is this very clear, slave?” “Oh Goddess, yes Mistress, it is clear. But I already need to cum from the perfection of your cunt. When may I cum Mistress?” “As I told you, stupid slave. When you are told to do so.” And she began humping up and down on his hard long cock, easily taking it all and wanting more. She fucked him and her pussy juices seeped out onto his balls and down his thighs, and the pixies were there to lick it up and fondle his nuts. Oh, he wanted so badly to cum, but he feared this new Mistress. He feared her and adored her. One pixie climbed up and sat on his face and ground her tiny cunt into his lips. He stuck his tongue in and the pixie began cumming into his mouth. All over his face she rubbed her little cunt. Then another took her place and his mouth was soon filling with pixie cum. He swallowed it all and wanted more as his Mistress fucked him harder and faster and he approached a cum. “Do not dare cum, bitch slave.
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