The Witch Sera turned her head away when the guard opened the folds of fabric at his crotch and allowed his large penis to fall out. She had never liked how this guards tool looked. It was heavily veined and hairy up to the middle of the shaft. It shined with a sheen of perspiration and bobbed in half aroused anticipation. The guard advanced on Sera. She took an involuntary step back and bumped into the low table behind her, a table she had come to know well in the past few months. The strength of the man was unstoppable. Even among the guards he was outstanding, while young women like herself could offer about as much resistance as a rag doll. He casually kicked apart her legs and put his left hand up her simple skirt. Sera's face redden slightly with the shame in her treatment, and also in the fact that the guard had found her to be already damp with lubrication. His three middle fingers worked her crotch while his right hand pulled her blouse down to reveal her ample left breast. He lowered his mouth to the nipple and sucked it to attention. Once the nub stood firmly out from her breast the guard bit it. Sera threw her head back and gasped. She involuntarily placed her hand against the mans face and pushed. Her palm pressed against the man's left eye, forcing him to pull back from the hand. He kept the grip on her nipple and stretched her breast into a painful cone, and then let it snap back into shape. The man looked at her, she had not done any actual damage but he was not pleased. "So the pretty girl wants to be a bad girl? Strip bad girl, and then get on the table on your hands an knees." Sera now regretted she had been unable to suppress her reaction. "Pleas sir." she begged. "I had not meant to resist you!" The guard had retrieved a long switch from the corner and was now advancing on her. "Do it or it will go worse for you." said the guard more harshly. Sera fearfully complied and now waited on the table on hands and knees. The guard admired her spectacular body. Sera was the most beautiful peasant girl he knew of. Reasonably fed so she wasn't scrawny, very shapely with long dark hair and large firm breasts. He admired the perfect skin on the smooth round tight ass and wondered where to start decorating. The swish of air and the sudden painful crack across her ass seemed one in the same in Sera's mind. Another nine followed the first, with the last few pulling yelps from Sera's throat. The guard enjoyed the sight of the peasant's sweat covered body. Her heavy breathing caused her breasts to swell with each breath and her ass was beautifully criss-crossed by red lines. "Say the words." the guard said. Sera swallowed and replied in a breathy voice. "My body is yours to do with as you please, I give it freely as payment for your kind services." The guard nodded and then kneeled on the table behind her. "Look on the table below your open legs." the guard commanded. She looked briefly and quickly looked away. There was a large pool of liquid on the table, connected to her pussy by a strand of lubricant. "You call it payment but you actually enjoy it, don't you slut?" Sera turned red with humiliation. "And now your final punishment." said the guard as he kneeled on the table behind her. Sera parted her lips in a round gasp imitating the shape her anus was stretched into when the guard thrust into her ass. He pumped steadily causing her large breasts to sway in rhythm. The pain pulled grunts from Sera each time the guards balls slapped her cunt. Soon the thrusting became sporadic as he neared his release. His hands reached forward and gripped her breasts painfully tight as Sera felt her bowls filled by a massive quantity of hot fluid. The final few thrusts by the man each nearly lifted her off her knees. Sera herself came close to an orgasm from the mans balls slapping her cunt and the rough treatment of her breasts. But she was ultimately cheated when the guard stopped to soon to make her come. Sera was still on the table panting when the guard had placed his dick back in his pants and was opening the door. "Clean up the room before you leave." was his final comment as he closed the door behind him. Sera slowly sat upright and pushed the hair out of her face. Fluids drooled out of her anus onto the back of her legs. Her ass throbbed inside and out. She carefully traced the welts across her ass to see if there was any blood. The was none from the whipping, but there was trace amounts of red in the fluids that leaked from her ass. She made a concerted effort and expelled most of the liquid in her bowls. She decided that there wasn't enough blood to be concerned and set about dressing herself and cleaning up the mess. Sera exited the small guard shack and looked to see the guard that had just fucked her in the ass nod and then turn back his attention to another young girl entering the city with a large sack of candles to sell. She was plain and a little dumpy, and the guard accepted the small tin coin as payment for entry into the city. A payment that the guard had not accept from Sera when she had tried to enter the city. Most guards at the many city wall entrances were not interested in accepting money from her as payment to enter the city. They were mostly interested in fucking her. For Sera was exceptionally beautiful. As Sera walked home she became more and more upset. Her mother lived in the country, and had been sick now for several months and was unable to go to the market to buy food. So once a week she had to take food to here mother. And most every time she tried to enter back into the city, the guards would insist that she pay more than any peasant would own, and would insist on "other" payments since she didn't have the money. She remembered the plain girl paying the tin coin to enter the city and at that moment wished she was just as plain. She began to run with tears in her eyes. She was angry and frustrated and also confused. Her own emotions were torn between her hurt and humiliation and the excitement it had aroused in her. For a few moments she would have done anything to reach her own release, but instead she had been cheated. And now she felt humiliated by her own desire and by what she had wanted done to achieve her own orgasm. Soon she found herself in a park and collapsed on a rock next to a small stream and cried. **** Selera threw one white glove, then the other white glove onto the the ground as she walked briskly from the palace ball. Hints of tears showed in her eyes as the cold air brought goose bumps and caused her nipples on her small breasts to harden. Almost in animosity toward her own body she did not take something to keep her warm as she walked. She cursed mother nature for the trick she had played on her. She had two older sisters and one younger sister, all three very attractive. But Selera was down right plain, and bordering on homely. Her father who was the nephew of the king and an ambassador of the kingdom was very proud of her, for she was an accomplished diplomat and politician. But at every social gathering he always spent the most time with her sisters, trying to hook them up with this prince or that noble. No man was ever interested in her, and tonight drilled that point home. A very handsome prince from a great northern kingdom was the guest of honor for this nights ball. And she had found herself talking to him. He was interested in her work with the eastern tribes and how she had managed a trade agreement that was going to bring a lot of revenue to the city and her father. She was very proud of her accomplishment and was happily talking about it when her oldest sister cut into the conversation. It was like Selera had disappeared. He was much more interested in her sisters lustrous hair, full red lips, and most of all her cleavage than he was in talking to Selera about politics. In no time the two were dancing and her father was beaming with delight. That's when she had to get out of the palace, before she did something, like try to kill her sister. Selera became aware that she was now in a park and that she had reached a small stream. She slumped on a rock and threw a stone into a pool of water that the stream fed. The splash and resulting klunk of the stone hitting the shallow bottom disturbed a still body not six feet from Selera. It was a young woman, around 18, perhaps 19 years of age. Vary close to her own age. The woman blinked and looked around, she had been crying recently. "How long have you been here?" asked Selera. "Hu?" paused the woman as she oriented on Selera. "I... I don't know. I fell asleep. I came during the day and now its evening." Selera now got a good look at the girl, she was dressed in peasant clothes and had long beautiful dark hair. In fact the woman was exceptionally beautiful, even more beautiful than any of her own sisters. Selera had to suppress a sudden projection of anger toward the woman, anger based in the reminder of her own lack of beauty. "So what problems bring you here?" asked Selera, "Problems choosing between boy friends?" Selera was surprised at the bitterness in her own voice and regretted the statement immediately. She looked away from the expression on the woman's face and threw another stone into the water. The woman's face looked like she had just been kicked. "Sorry." murmured Selera "What's your name?" "Sera." she said. "And yours?" "Selera. I'm really sorry, I'm having a bad night." "Sorry to hear it, I'm having a bad life." Selera heard emotions behind that statement that some how reminded her of herself. It had been a kind of statement that was rooted in anger toward the world in general. "Bad life eh?" Selera wondered. Sera adjusted herself to look across the stream. "You probably wouldn't understand, you look like you have plenty of money, if not connected with the royal family itself. You probably get pampered all day and go to parties all night. And are never harassed by brutish men." Selera humfed. "I hate pampering, I hate parties, I go on trips to foreign kingdoms where I eat abominable food and sleep on the ground in bug infested huts, and I wouldn't mind if any man would take an interest in me." Sera humfed. "You say that, but you don't know what it is to be beautiful and poor. You don't know how much I want to be plain like you." "And what I wouldn't give to posses your beauty." replied Selera. "Isn't this where some spirit shows up and offers to exchange our virtues for a piece of our soul, or however those tales go." Commented Sera. Selera chuckled, "Yea." "AT YOUR SERVICE." screeched an old woman's voice. The two women were completely startled, neither had seen the old woman approach. "I have been listening to your conversation and believe I can help." continued the old lady in a more normal voice. "Are you.. you a spirit?" mumbled Sera. The old woman cackled. "No, no my dear. I am just an old woman that likes to think of herself as a... a... Social Worker! Yes.. yes... a social worker is what- er... who I am." "Your a witch is who you are, I will not give any of my soul no matter what you offer." Selera said sternly and backed away from the woman and closer to Sera. "Witch, smitch, it doesn't matter what my trade be. What matters is that I may be of service to you. And your souls have no value to me. No, no... none at all...." "What service are you referring to old woman.", asked Sera. "The exchange of feminine virtues but of course, silly girl.... is that not the thing you both desire? Eh? Eh? Eh?" "And what is the payment you seek." asked Selera. "My payment is but a trivial thing, a little noting.... not much... I see you don't believe me.... well it is something. Five years of your youth. You can spare it at your tender age." Selera and Sera looked very doubtful. "It's your lucky day... yes it is... there's a sale on for mutual attribute transmogrific interchange spells... I'll do it for four years of your youth... Yes...? No... Three...?" "Two years and I'll do it, if its ok with Sera." decided Selera. "Only if I get some money out of the deal." decided Sera. "I don't want to be so poor anymore." The old woman looked uncertain. "Two years each... hum... and more money eh.... Young lady." the old woman addressed Sera, "would you be satisfied with your pay doubling in amount at where you work?" Sera thought about it and then nodded. "Then we are all in agreement? Ah... very good... very good...... now you two relax, and when I point to you say your names twice." The old woman closed her eyes and murmured a moment then pointed. The two women said their names twice together. Each of them felt a little tingling for a moment and then all was quiet. "I shall return to this place in one moon..." trailed the voice of the old woman as if she was a long way away, and before she could no longer be heard she broke into a screeching cackle. The two women were alone with only the sound of the stream and the wind. Selera blinked and stared at Sera. "This is to weird, you gota look at your self." "I gota see me? You otta see you!" The two women looked into the pool of water. They were obviously themselves but at first they didn't recognize their own reflection. Selera saw fine bones and beautiful hair. She was also uncomfortable in a dress designed to hold breasts several times smaller than her new size. And Sera was amazed at her own plainness. "Who would have thought." mumbled Selera. **** Selera was disappointed at best. For almost a year she had been working with the eastern tribes for a trade agreement, and now that the time has come to finalize the deal, she would not be there. Selera pushed her food around, but didn't feel like eating. "You should have seen it coming", she said to her self. In the past month she had found it increasingly difficult to carry on in a professional manner. Even her father has been treating her like glass work. Several important trips he had not allowed her to make because he had not been satisfied with the security. "Security!" humfed Selera. Places with security problems now had been just fine last year. And she was tired of gossip. Wild rumors had been spreading about affairs she has supposedly had. Many men have begun to outright ignore her. They wont admit it but Selera knew that their wives had insisted they have nothing to do with her. "Hi Selera!" squeaked Tran. 'Oh God' Selera thought to herself. Selera was sure this had to be the hundredth time today Tran had found her. Which would make sevenhundred this week. "Go away Tran." growled Selera. "Now what kind of treatment is that at this time of the night?" continued Tran undaunted. He sat down at the table entirely to close for Selera's comfort. "I'm tired and I'm going to go to bed now, good night Tran.", she said as she got up from the table, maybe she could be alone in the library. "Late? It's just right for a twilight walk, or hot tea, or lots of things, not bed." Suggested Tran. "Perhaps I could show you to your room." spoke a deeper voice. Selera recognized the voice of the prince from the north kingdom. He had returned for another diplomatic meeting this week. "Wh.. Why thank you my lord." stumbled Selera. "Please, use my name." Said the prince. "Of course my Lord Dalork." Selera breathed. Dalork laughed deeply and chided Selera. "Just Dalork, no titles. I am finished with official business this visit and am tired of formalities." Selera momentarily realized she was no longer in the kitchen but walking along an open path with Dalork toward the guest wing of the castle. "I should have planed to spend more time in your city, it truly is a beautiful place with so many parks and gardens." continued Dalork as he took Selera's hand and placed it at his elbow in the manner of an escorting male. To Selera the outside world fuzzed again as she tried to make herself believe she was not dreaming but actually holding Dalork's arm. "I must apologize, for I have been so distracted by you that I have habitually walked to my quarters. Would you care to join me in an evening drink before you part my company for your room?" asked Dalork. Selera was curious about how they had arrived at the guest complex so soon from the kitchen. Surly they had not traveled the ten minute walk in so short a time. Then it hit her as to what Dalork was asking. She floundered in her thinking and uttered something which Dalork decided was a yes. The suite that Dalork was using on his visit was one of the more spacious in the guest complex. With a total of twelve rooms for the guest, his personal servants and cooks. Dalork led Selera into a small entertaining room where there were comfortable seats and a small selection of bottles containing different colored drinks. Dalork poured two glasses from a bottle he selected and handed one to Selera. "It's a mild spice drink from my home country, I hope you like it." He said. Selera tried a sip and found it delightful. Dalork continued, "I am very glad to have a chance to continue our conversation that we were never able to finish at the ball of my last visit. You must finish telling me about the eastern tribes." Selera brightened and began the conversation eagerly. They had been talking for an hour or so when there came an extended pause in the discussion. Selera for the first time let her eyes wander from the prince and scanned the titles of a book shelf, where a particular title caught her eye. "That book there," Selera pointed, "where did you get it?" In the back of her mind Selera realized that there was something funny. She felt fine but the particular book she was bringing attention to was of a subject matter that normally made her very uncomfortable. The book had been in the castles main library until the librarian had seen her reading it. The librarian had immediately taken away the book and had severely chastised her for reading such a volume. She had never seen that book again, until now. Dalork arched an eyebrow. "I found that book when I was a young boy. I stole it from a priest who was about to burn it." Dalork paused and then asked with a searching look. "Are you interested in such things?" Some corner of Selera's mind was able recognize that something was very wrong. "I.. I should be leaving now." she said as she stood up. "I wouldn't like that." said Dalork in a voice that was deeper than she remembered it to be. Selera wavered a moment and then took several steps toward the door. Selera fought with all her will and was able to take the last step to the door, but there she stood and could not go further. "What have you done?" Selera asked with a voice that sounded like she was out of breath. "Me? nothing!" smiled Dalork. "The drink... lets just say you don't need a lot of verbal persuasion to get you to do something." "You.. you bastard. What do you want?" Selera was gripping the door frame, looking like she was about to flee from the room, but stayed quite still. "This past week I have been quite taken by your charms, Selera, and couldn't bring myself to leave this lovely city with out first tasting some of its fruit." Dalork then stood up and walked to the bookshelf. "You would have been a very easy straight fuck, Selera, but I didn't think you would have ever consented to how a woman of your beauty should really be treated." Dalork fingered the spine of the book Selera had noticed. He felt the relief of the title. "I'm a little less sure of that now. But it doesn't matter." He smiled. "This night I am going to enjoy, and perhaps so shall you. Please follow." Dalork exited the room and after a short moment of intense struggle, Selera also left the room and followed Dalork. Just before it was out of sight she glanced at the title of the book one last time, 'Of Giving and Receiving Sensual Pain'. **** Sera grudgingly handed over her last tin coin to the guard as she passed the gate to enter the city. Tonight she would again not eat. As she walked home she passed several stands that sold fruits or bread and remembered when she could buy five loafs for one tin coin. Now she couldn't haggle the store keeper to buy one loaf for a tin. She was earning twice as much money now than she was a month ago but her living expenses had more than doubled. Food cost more, the landlord was becoming particularly non-understanding when it came time to pay rent where before he had allowed her to pay what she could afford. She also was paying a toll fee each week when she brought food to her mother. Hints of tears glistened in her eyes from memories triggered by that thought. Last week she had not eaten for two days and needed the money for food. When it had come time to pay the toll she had pleaded the guard to let her enter with out paying. But he had refused. That was when she offered herself in lieu of paying. The guard had laughed, and kept laughing as he returned to the guard shack, leaving the gate closed and locked. Sera had cried, for at that moment she realized that she had wanted the guard to accept. Sera felt ashamed that she had asked, and that she desired to be used as she had been used before. The humiliation of refusal suddenly crushed down on her and she began to run. Sera cried freely now as she ran, no longer paying attention to where she was going. *** Dalork led Selera up stairs to the bedroom. Upon entering Selera noticed two things right away. First were the two women in the room, second was that neither of them had a shred of clothing on, both having the dark skin of the northern kingdoms. The taller of the two was hanging at the far wall. Her feet were spread wide apart by a spreader bar, her toes just touching the floor. Her hands were tied behind her back and attached to a leather belt around her waist. A single chain feeding from a winch attached to the wall led up to the ceiling, through a large metal loop, and down. Half way to the woman it split into two chains, each leading to a ratchet manacle tightly closed about the base of a large breast. Sweat covered her body as she slowly swayed by her breasts, and a ball gag muffled moans and grunts from her throat. Her hair dangled behind her in a long braid that reached the base of her ass. Kneeling in front of the taller woman was a smaller woman who also wore her hair in a long braid. Her build was more petite and she had smaller breasts. The nipples were each pierced by three rings in a horizontal pattern that interlocked the loops. She wore on the lower portion of her body a thin leather strap that fitted tightly between her ass cheeks, split and arched over each hip, then came down and was threaded through four piercings in each cunt lip, then rejoined at the anus. The effect was having her pussy stretched obscenely wide and exposing a large clitoris to the air. The small woman was wielding a pair of tiny pliers and was in the middle of plucking the taller woman's curly pubic hair from her cunt. About half of the job had been done, leaving behind smooth, slightly red skin and a pile of hair on the floor. She did not remove the hair with quick plucks, but grabbed three or four hairs and then slowly pulled. The taller woman would be gradually pulled forward and her cunt skin would be stretched from her body in a long skinny cone. She would dangle by her breasts and cunt hairs in agony like this for several moments, then the pull would become too great and the hairs would be plucked from her body. She would then gently swing back and forth until she could balance herself on the tips of her toes and ever so slightly relieve some of the pull on her breasts for a moment before the process started again. "These are two of my pets I brought from home." Dalork said motioning at the two women. Selera flushed with a mixture of disgust and embarrassment, and though she averted her head she looked out of the corner of her eyes. She was compelled to watch by a sense of fascination she had not felt the likes since childhood with the library book. It was not quite the same though, the fascination had matured some with age into other feelings like desire, and arousal. Selera was surprised, and confused by this reaction to the scene before her. These feelings transmuted into anger, the only feeling she found comfortable for the moment. "You, you bastard!" Selera whispered. Dalork smiled and chuckled a bit. "You must have me confused with my half brother." Dalork said lightly. He walked toward the two 'pets' and motioned for Selera to follow. Selera fought an internal battle for a moment, which ended in her following Dalork. "Lithel here has been neglectful in her chores of late." Dalork said as he indicated to the woman hanging by her breasts. "And now pays for her laziness." Dalork smiled and ran his finger from Lithel's elbow down to her armpit. The woman shuddered lightly and moaned. Selera wondered how long Lithel had been hanging by her breasts, they were a deep red, with hints of purple indicating that circulation was beginning to suffer. A condition that could lead to serious injury if prolonged. "Both my pets, Lithel, and Loinia here," Dalork said as he patted the shorter woman on the head while she continued to pluck hairs from Lithel's pussy. "despite their delicate beauty, are very resilient to damage and have remarkable healing abilities." It was like Dalork had understood the expression on Selera's face and answered the unsaid question. "They both come from the most northern tribes in my kingdom. There the people breed hearty in the harsh frozen hills. There women, with the exception of royalty, are possessions owned by men. They are bred not only for beauty, but for toughness. A trait needed to survive how the typical warrior male enjoys sex. We acquire some of these women by trade." Dalork smiled. "Barbaric." Selera stated. "Perhaps, but they do not hold the culture of many southern tribes in very high regard themselves. Your kingdom and the eastern tribes that border it make up but a small part of the land, its values are not shared by all. Do not judge other cultures, or impose your values upon them. These women would not think twice of taking arms against any invader and defending their way of life. My father has built one of the most powerful kingdoms by respecting the differences of other cultures." Dalork made a thoughtful face, then added quickly "Except for when they are downright incompatible with your own, in which case you wipe them out." Dalork paused, then smiled again and continued. "Anyway I digress, my intentions are not to give political sermons, but to deal with the matter at hand." Dalork's smile widened. "And I need you to help me!" Dalork led Selera around and behind Lithel as he talked. "Lithel has an itch she can't scratch, and you are going to scratch it for her." Dalork produced a Cat with nine braided tails and placed it into Selera's hand. "This is great for scratching itches, and Lithel's ass really itches." Selera stood motionless and contemplated the whip in her hand. She tried but could not make her self drop the whip, or run from the room. She was inexorably pulled into action by forces more compelling than she had ever felt before. The first stroke was trivial by any standard. Dalork looked as though he was going to comment, but said nothing. Selera felt the wrongness of the act. The moment required, demanded, something more, and Selera let the moment carry her away. HissssThwak! Selera resonated with the action, her body felt like it was buzzing. Lithel's moan sent shivers through Selera's body, causing a sensation that registered barely to her mind as sexual pleasure. Selera studied the pattern the whip had left on Lithel's ass. It looked like it belonged there, it felt right, but in her mind it was far from complete. Selera did not know how many strokes of the whip she had placed across Lithel's ass, but the end result was quite impressive. The color had wholly changed to a nice glowing red, with darker streaks criss-crossing the perfect globes of her ass. Lithel's high pitched cries faded into a low moan that sounded almost content to Selera's ear. "Nice." commented Dalork. "Now come over here, you have worked hard and deserve a reward." Selera followed Dalork's lead to where Loinia was laying on her back on the floor. Selera was unable to focus her mind and could only respond to Dalork's guidance. "Now raise your dress up over your hips and let Loinia clean you up." Dalork coaxed. Indeed as Selera raised her dress, there was a rather abundant amount of fluid coating her cunt and the sides of her inner thighs. Dalork guided Selera down onto Loinia. The first contact between Selera's pussy and Loinia's lips caused her to start. But Dalork insistently eased Selera back down. Loinia proceeded to clean the fluids from Selera's thighs and cunt, and then began to rhythmically massage and penetrate Selera's pussy with her tongue. Selera's breath quickened and she instinctively rubbed her left breast through the fabric of her dress. This continued for several minutes with out progression. "Here, take these and coach Loinia into a more satisfactory state." Said Dalork as he placed several long thin needles about 3.5 inches long in Selera's hand. Selera did not pause, she knew what the needles were for, and did not pretend ignorance in there use. She took one into her right hand and contemplated Loinia's left breast. Selera lowered the needle's point to a position at the edge of Loinia's areola and applied pressure to the needle as she slightly twirled it. Loinia made a brief high pitched squeak and quickened her pace on Selera's cunt while the needle slid through her nipple. When the needle exited out the other side of her areola Loinia made another squeak. Selera repeated the action with Loinia's right breast. The increase in the stimulation of Selera's cunt caused several small orgasms to form, but they only wet her appetite for more. She took another needle and instead of piercing through Loinia's breast, she stabbed the center of the nub and buried it deep in Loinia's breast. Loinia went frantic and ate Selera's pussy with such force that Selera now bounced up and down with the rhythm. A second needle was buried in Loinia's other breast in the same manner as before, causing the frenzy to be sustained, and allowing Selera to reach her final orgasm. After Selera stopped groaning she stood up, dropping the rest of the needles on the floor. Loinia was still panting heavily, causing the needles in her breasts to quiver. "A woman of your beauty and birth should have slaves of her own to use as she pleases. You could own male slaves, not just females. Of course such things are forbidden in your kingdom, but not mine..." hinted Dalork, though Selera seemed to miss it. "How... How could you..." Selera began but could not finish. "You forced..." Selera tried again but could not complete the sentence with out stopping for the breath her lungs demanded. "Forced?" Dalork asked. "No one was forced to do anything today, unless you count walking up stairs. My drink influenced you in that way only a few minutes before it wore off, it does lower ones inhibitions some for a while afterwards, but thats all. The rest of the time you were free to leave this room at any time." Selera knew it was true. In her own mind she had known that the drink had worn off, but some part of her had wanted to use it as a pretext to stay, to do what she had done. The realization was upsetting, confusing, and at the moment, unacceptable. Selera found herself running, out the guest complex, out of the courtyard, and beyond. She didn't pay attention, she just ran. **** Sera and Selera immediately recognized each other by the stream. They had both arrived at the same time, exactly where they had stood one moon cycle ago. Realizing the absurdness of such a coincidence they both looked to where the witch had been standing... was standing. The witch looked much the same as before, but if one looked closely her complexion was a little paler before, and there had been more gray hair. "Ahhhh so we meet again... yes... again... quite fortunate don't you think? Well... maybe you wouldn't think so, but fortunate none the less." came the familiar voice of the witch. "You bitch!" exploded Selera. "You knew... you probably set the whole thing up." Selera finished, losing her momentum. Selera sat down suddenly feeling exhausted. "You tricked me." started Sera. "You made it so I would be poorer, not richer." Sera also sat down. The witch smiled a slow knowing smile and her speech changed from its usual drawn out pitch to a more articulate one. "You tricked yourself, little girl." she said to Sera. "Your perception of the world did not match the reality of the world. It's upsetting, and it makes you angry. You blame me instead of yourself, because that lets you keep some shred of your illusion. And its easier to. Don't feel bad though, it's in the nature of you humans to create your own illusions, and then fight tooth and nail to sustain them. It's your weakness, and sometimes your strength." The witch cackled. "I don't know how Selera feels about it, but I want my beauty back." said Sera into the ground. The witch turned her attention to Selera and studied her with piercing eyes. Selera watched the water and said nothing. "You also discovered that to different states there are different advantages, and disadvantages. This is nothing a boy can't tell you, but the reality of experience teaches the lesson like no fable can." "My work means the most to me." Said Selera in a slow deliberate voice. She sat thoughtfully for a moment, then continued. "I agree to trade again." she concluded. "Ahhhh... very good.... very good... and now for the fee... half your soul?" The witch said reverting back to her normal speaking voice. Sera gasped and Selera backed away from the witch. "I... I thought it would be two years, like the first time." complained Sera. "Well... you know, demand changes, yes... right now there's a run on soul... The supernatural market is a fickle thing, yes it is..." the witch said. "You will get none of my soul." Selera stated flatly. Sera nodded her head in agreement. The witch studied the two intently then proposed, "A fifth of your soul? Less than half my original offer, quite a nice deal, yes..." The two girls shook there heads sternly. "No soul eh? Oh well... tis a shame, yes... ok, ten years of your youth." Sera gasped again. "You can have two years or nothing at all." Selera said flatly. The witch stared at the two for a while then frowned. "Fine, nothing it is... such a shame... such a shame..." The witch began to turn away. "Three years, please?" asked Sera. The witch stopped and looked back. Selera paused then nodded. "Ok... ok... I'll do it for three. Charity work it is... bloody charity work. You girls know the drill, when I point say your names three times. I should tell you though, the effect of the first spell will not be entirely reversed. It's impossible to completely separate the mud from the wine once you mix them." The witch paused then screwed up her face. "Sorry, wrong example... wrong allusion... oh well never mind." The witch mumbled a few moments then pointed. The girls said their names three times each. The familiar tingling sensation returned, then all was quiet. Selera and Sera went to the pool to find their reflections. Selera was plain again, and Sera was very beautiful. But some of the original trade could be seen. Selera wasn't so painfully plain, but just ordinary. Perhaps with some makeup she could actually look pleasant. And Sera wasn't so painfully beautiful, but just very lovely. The two girls thought that maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. **** Selera watched from the wall as Dalork's caravan made its way north to the horizon. Even now she felt the pull. "I could get on a horse and catch up in an hour." she said to herself. But she did nothing, like so many times during the past day, when she wanted to tell him that his hint had not gone unnoticed. But she was too afraid, afraid that Dalork would loose interest in her now that her beauty had become average. Perhaps even more afraid of daring to believing that one could live a fantasy life from your dreams. Selera twirled a long hat pin in her hand and thought of needles. She sighed and looked again at the ever shrinking caravan, wondering again how long the ride would be by horse. "There you are! Where have you been the last couple of days?" piped Tran. Selera looked over at him as he walked toward her on the rampart. "Hi Tran." she said. Her total aging of five years had not much changed how she looked, but why people never outright noticed her changes in beauty was a mystery to her. Selera figured it must be part of the spell the witch used. "I finally found you alone, where there's no one else to cause you to forget I even exist." Tran said in light way, but you could tell there was some feeling behind it. Selera winced, she knew how that felt. "Sorry Tran." she said. Tran smiled. "That's ok, I know I don't hold a flame up to Dalork, him being a real prince and all. One can hope though, one can try." That caused Selera to look at Tran for a long moment, then slowly back to the horizon where the low sun reflected off a tiny dust cloud in the distance. "Tell you what Tran, we can be friends. Don't get the wrong idea, just friends." Tran made a disgusted look on his face. "Gawad, you had to say that, didn't you? Make me vomit." But Tran broke into a smile though continued to shake his head. "Come on, I'll treat you to a sandwich in the kitchen." Selera said pulling on Tran's arm. "Besides..." she said as they walked. She handed him the hat pin and continued, "I have serious doubts that we are even close to being compatible. I might have some friends you might like to meet though." Tran held the hat pin in confusion, then it registered what Selera was talking about. "Yea? You think so?" Selera just smiled. **** Sera grunted when the guard managed to push the head of his huge dick past her sphincter. With each pump the guard pushed into Sera a little deeper, pulling grunts and gasps from her throat as her anus was stretched ever wider. When the guard had half the length of his penis into Sera's ass, he had the sudden urge to urinate. He went with the feeling and filled Sera's bowls with piss. Sera, on her hands and knees, looked over her shoulder as her bowls were filled like a ball. The fit of the guard's dick in Sera's ass was so tight that not a drop of the urine was able to escape. Feeling better, the guard then continued his journey into her. Sera felt the hot piss work its way deeper into her bowls, and the guard's dick was a painful impaling with each deep stroke. The guard infront of her slapped her across the face, then grabbed her by the hair and pushed her face down on his own dick. "Stop watching your ass and start sucking." he said. Sera swallowed the last of the cum from the first guard who had fucked her in the mouth. That guard had filled her mouth to overflowing despite her drinking as fast as she could. The last mouthful she had just swallowed was from being told to lick up the spill off the table. Selera's grunts were now muffled groans as the guard filled her mouth and throat with his meat. Sera took her left hand and placed her fingers to either side of the giant dick being shoved into her cunt by the same guard that had came in her mouth just moments before. She felt the guard's dick become coated by her own abundant juices and become slick and slippery. The two guards fucking her ass and cunt started to hammer hard, causing her breasts to slap forward and back. On her nipples were clamps, given to her by her husband, screwed down very tightly. They were decorated by precious stones and made of precious metals. They had been given to her on her wedding night. With each bounce of her tits, spikes of pain lanced through her breasts, reminding her fondly of the honeymoon from which marks still remained on her back, ass, and breasts. She had married the head guard. She had grown accustomed, then fond of the half hairy dick that was so good at mercilessly pounding into her. He wasn't a bad man when you got to know him. Actually he was a very big hearted man, who shared what he had when he could. After all, he was sharing her with three of his buddies right now. Sera smiled, if that was possible with your mouth filled with a giant cock, while you tried to scream in masive pain/pleasure orgasims.