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The Lancer's Tale "The Ripening" By Ranbarth of Dusain Author's Note: Some readers may find parts of this story familiar. This is not ~d?j? vu~. ~The Lancer's Tale~ is actuality the rewrite of a public domain Victorian erotic novel from more than a hundred years ago, one that we have transposed to Overlord's Zhor. It has undergone a great deal of rewrite and we hope that the result gives it some merit as a new work of art in its own right. Let that acknowledgement suffice for now. We believe that those who do not (or have not) read the original will better enjoy this 21st Century incarnation of the archetypical story. Because our fictional creation, the First Horse Lancer Troop of Prydferth, consists of about five hundred transformed knights, no one fictioneer can hope to tell the full story. The author therefore wishes to offer the tale of the Lancers as an open universe (a subset, so to speak, of Overlord's already-open universe of Zhor). Besides Zhor, the story owes its inspiration to the DRAGONSWORD trilogy, authored by Gael Baudino. In this seldom-cited professional TG tale, an evil sorcerer transforms a troop of elite knights into beautiful young women. We hope we shall not be alone in enjoying this novelette. Who knows but that in the future we might have occasion to return to the continuing adventures of Hoel and Elin. This having been said, on to ~The Lancer's Tale.~ Chapter 1 I will not take up my readers' time detailing how I came to be desirous of vengeance against Elin ob Cryf. Suffice to say that Elin, a friend since the days of our schoolcraft, betrayed me by enticing into the silks a lady whom I desired for myself! This perfidious act channeled our erstwhile camaraderie into rancorous enmity. But with passing time I have realized that it only called my attention to many another simmering resentment that had long formed pitfalls in our relationship, some of which were more important than the offense itself. The ob Cryfs came from a loftier line than mine. Elin was also admired as a warrior while I cut a poor martial figure. In fact, I performed only what was the required minimum in regard to the defense of our city- state, and earned scant credit thereby. Meanwhile, admiring eyes were fixed on him, the career officer, while I was regarded as a mere voluptuary. The seduction of my would-be mistress was the last straw. I swore that I would make my false friend pay. We might have dueled, but I am by nature a lover and not a fighter. Elin would have worsted me in any challenge. Realizing this, I impotently withdrew from his society and brooded upon many an unlikely fantasy of retaliation. Then, surely, some dark god took heed of my yearning for justice and brought Elin to an unlikely mishap. It came to pass that the First Horse Lancer Troop, in the course of a war with an encroaching enemy, was deployed in a mountain defile warding Prydferth on the north side. The canny foe, Gwanc, the tyrant of Gendir, discovered a mountain track behind this pass and took the Horse Troop by flank attack. Our city grieved at their defeat, but grieved far more when the tyrant refused a ransom for Prydferth's best. To break our city's will to resist, the despot used Ruk's serum to transform all his knightly captives into what are called "serum girls." Worse than this, he ordered that each prisoner should be additionally injected with Chadwa's Serum, rendering them all potential feather- slaves, a true insult to our polis. His third outrage was to send all these transformed knights back to Prydferth dressed in the armor they had worn as men. Onlookers covered their eyes in shame at the sight of wispy girls riding through the city gates like half-grown children in the garb of their own warrior sires. The defeat of the First Horse Lancer Troop had a profound effect on our city fathers and they ceded to Gendir's rapacious tyrant almost all that he had originally demanded. Voices were raised against this faint- hearted capitulation, of course, but the city was too heartsick to continue the fight that had already dishonored so many of its most prestigious clans. The people only wished to forget the city's disgrace, and little cared about the warnings that aggression appeased shall only yield more aggression. I was at least slightly indignant over the insult myself, but was most particularly sorry that the tyrant had not put a brand on Elin's hip and placed him -- no, "her" -- on a slave block. How well I could have culminated my vengeance in that event! I would have purchased her as my personal slave and made her pay in kind for the way she had abused our camaraderie while still a man. But I soon realized that a vengeance was still within my reach and my desires need not be relegated to the realms of imagination. As part of my plan, I renewed my acquaintance with Elin and feigned compassion for her plight. Elin, like most of the other transformed Lancers, had lapsed into ennui-filled days of semi-seclusion, surrounded by family and servants only. None of the disgraced ones were any longer desired at social functions and few of Elin's old friends were coming to call. My welcome, then, was as cordial as it was unexpected. Perhaps my former friend supposed that her disaster had sated my stated desire for vengeance against her. No doubt she would have slain me outright had she been able to read my treacherous thoughts. But events moved more slowly than I expected and my hopes for revenge languished. Nevertheless, I bided my time. While trying to gain Elin's trust, I was watchful for any signs of behavioral change that might aid my scheme. It is said that every serum girl, at least after the first few weeks, lived plagued by a heightened sexual desire. Slavers say that Ruk's Serum does not diminish the intensity of a transformee's sexual need. For that reason serum girls tend to be more sexually active than born-women, once they adopt to their new role in life. Elin was repressing this trait, obviously, but I did not intend to allow her to avoid her just fate for much longer. Elin had been a sensualist himself. Soon, if the serum worked its usual course, her carnal carvings would become fixated on handsome males in her proximity. Too, she would start to feel the stirrings of natural slavery, a yearning that the serum was specifically designed to write deeply into its subject's genetics. When a serum girl is not longer able to conceal either her man-hunger or her slave-need, she is described as "ripe". Once Elin grew sufficiently ripe, I wanted to be the first to taste the juice of her succulence. As the weeks passed, I noted telltale signs that Elin was truly ripening. I had to suppress my smiles when I observed small gestures that struck a watchful observer like myself as un-manly. Also, I noticed subtle changes in her movement and carriage, such as the swivel in her hips, displayed so charmingly in the trim male hose that she insisted upon wearing. I dared to hope that Elin was fast approaching the day when she could appreciate a male lover and willingly join him in the silks. But alas, the march of days seemed to bring me no closer to my coveted goal. It then happened that I had occasion to change my residence. In my search for fresh quarters I came across a suite that interested me. The landlord desired to let along with it a connecting chamber, one that he referred to as a "storage room". He said that the chamber was reachable only from the interior of the apartment and it would therefore be a dead loss to him if the renter of the apartment did not take it also. I resignedly asked to see the room. It was furnished with well-fitting doors at each end of a short connecting corridor. The chamber was good- sized and lofty, but without windows. Light and air were derived from a skylight that was supported by four strong and stout wooden pillars. Furthermore, the walls had iron rings set into them at regular intervals. From the roof beams dangled rope pulleys in pairs, while the two recesses on the entrance side, caused by the inward projection of the passage, looked as if they had once been barred cells. Most interesting of all, the storeroom contained a pleasure rack! It was dusty and probably unused for many years, but upon inspection it seemed to be in good condition. So strange was the appearance of the chamber that I asked about its history. The landlord informed me that a wealthy slave trader had built the house and that this wing had been his "pleasure room". Here he would bring beautiful raw slaves and took considerable sport in "breaking them to the collar" and driving each into ignition. I smiled, knowing that many of these captives must have been serum girls, different in no meaningful way from Elin. The landlord went on to say that the bolts, rings, pulleys, and pleasure rack had been used to restrain the trainees while the slaver worked his will upon them. The construction of the walls and the double doors made the room absolutely proof against sound, and thereby prevented the girls' indignant shrieks from annoying the neighbors. The sound- deadening quality was no mere fiction, he said, since incredulous visitors had frequently tested his assertion by shouting and beating on pans, and so forth. Furthermore, the loudest crash of lightning outside would pass entirely unheard inside the room. Like lightning, a new thought flashed through my brain. Was not this room the very place I required for the consummation of my designs? If I succeeded in luring Elin into this intriguing chamber, she would be completely at my mercy. Her indignant cries would not be heard and would only increase my pleasure as I had my way with her. The bolts, rings, pulleys, and the various furnishings that were already here or that I might add would hold my lovely prisoner while I made delicious play with her exquisite body. I agreed to rent the room along with my suite. I proceeded to reconstruct and redecorate the pleasure chamber. I soon realized that I needed something that had not come with the room. I installed a large double shade, one part of it opaque, one part made of gauze. Either part could be moved by crank to block the view of the chamber's floor from above, either by day or night, should a spy be watching from the roof. The floor I arranged to be covered with thick Lletem carpets and rugs, while the formerly barred spaces were converted into a bath and dressing rooms, the latter being restored as cells as well, though carefully disguised. I ordered special furniture constructed and many of these new pieces held hidden mechanisms to facilitate the lecherous seduction of an unwilling maiden. I secured an uncommon piece of equipment just coming into vogue, a treacherous armchair with hidden bars that could lock-in a seated person at the touch of a trigger. When completely cleaned and redecorated, the "Comfortium" (as I christened it) appeared to be a comfortable and lordly retreat, while in reality it was a slave-training chamber! I resolved to maintain the utmost secrecy. Used the pretext of my change of residence to discharge my live-in servants, a hard-working father and son. Thereafter, in my new quarters, I exclusively employed cleaners who came as needed on prearrangement. They were never permitted to explore the Comfortium and I ignored all questions regarding it. These precautions protected my privacy and the secrets of the chamber quite adequately. I subsequently performed my own cooking and much of the mundane work about the suite. This made me seem eccentric to my social peers, who assumed that this change of accustomed habits meant that I was suffering from declining fortune. I did not care what they thought and, in preparation for my revenge scheme, I gradually withdrew from the society of the wastrels whom I had called friends. Before long I was not bothered by their unexpected visits. I did not withdraw from Elin's company, of course, thought she likewise considered me a bit odd for stooping to do my own housework and also the new craving for privacy that I evinced. But I was the one friend who had remained true to her, and so she did not seek to antagonize me with mockery. Just as I had prepared the Comfortium for Elin's entertainment, I also prepared myself. I went to a learned physician to receive the virility enhancement that was so popular with rakes and male slave trainers. This measure was desirable, for I did not wish to flag too soon while engaged in the arduous sport of love, especially not if I was to be sporting with Elin. When I finally had the black-haired girl in my power, I wished to astonish her with my endurance and unwavering vigor. The enhancement procedure amounted to no more than an injection and a couple follow-up visits to his healing room. The side effects were small, namely greater ease of erection and an increased sexual craving that took me more often to the pleasure houses. The reader may be sure that whenever making love to a collared girl, I pretended that it was Elin whom I held. He may also rightly suspect that I practiced upon her all of the robust acts of lewdness that wanted to engage in with Elin herself. But how should I entrap my fair victim? She was not residing within the city but a little way out, on her family's property. She was by now coming into town more often than at first, but always in her bodyguard's company. My difficulty was, therefore, getting Elin alone and unprotected. The master and servant visited the city at irregular intervals, as dictated by the social duties or business. True to my sham of camaraderie, I had always welcomed them into my rooms for rest and refreshment. I usually took them into the Comfortium, and thereby got Elin used to entering it without a second thought. They never espied any of the slave-taming implements hidden there, which reassured me as to the cleverness of my carpenters. In truth, the charade become very hard for me as time wore on. I was suffering the tortures of the damned whenever I cast my eyes upon the beauteous Elin, the hint of hidden breasts, the fine shape of her hose- sheathed legs and buttocks. I felt it worst of all when she was strolling about the very room that I had prepared for her mortification. I keenly felt the need to deal with her servant so I could lay my lustful hands on the mistress! Dismissing any thought of doing violence to the bodyguard, I began to contemplate his bribery. Foolish idea! The stalwart would certainly have been aghast at the mere suggestion of duplicity and would have denounced me to the magistrates on charges. That I could even entertain such a foolish thought betrayed my sorry state of mind and emotion. Somewhat to my surprise, my lust for Elin had become even stronger than my craving for revenge. Even the fantasies I enjoyed during my frequent visits to the pleasure houses were not enough. I needed to be with Elin herself! But before I resorted to the desperate folly of trying to corrupt Elin's protector, my patience was rewarded! This is how it happened. One evening, a message came saying that the master (Elin's servants always flattered her with masculine terminology) was coming to town the next day and "he" would be pleased to join me in luncheon. This courtesy was a commonplace with Elin and I held no special hopes. In truth, even when there was no chance of ravishing her, I much preferred to be with Elin than away from her. But a little before the appointed hour, Elin, to my surprise, appeared alone at my door! She said that Ymdod, her guard, had suddenly grown ill from a tainted piece of beef and could not accompany her to town. Rather than take another servant from his necessary work, she thought that I might instead escort her in Ymdod's stead. What Elin really feared, as she later admitted, was abduction and slavery. That she came to me beset by such anxiety testified as to how thoroughly I had fooled her. I quickly ushered my would-be victim toward the refreshments waiting in the Comfortium. To my disappointment, Elin displayed a reluctance to enter the silent chamber, utterly inexplicable, unless it was from some newly acquired feminine instinct. Rather than frighten her off, I brought the lunch out into the main room and there my easy manner and our bland conversation seemed to drive away her ghosts. I had fortuitously placed her with her back to the window and that is why she failed to notice a storm coming in. I saw that the weather was getting worse and worse and guessed it would delay our departure into the city! This gave me an idea, but because it might clear at any moment, the sooner I could get the now-relaxed Elin into the Comfortium the better for me -- and the worse for her! By now Elin was finishing her ~siolat~ wine while I looked on benevolently. Inwardly I was aroused, contemplating the idea of her serving trays of wine as a mere public pleasure slave, wearing slave- face, pleasure silks, and dagger-point heels while customers pinched and teased her. I had to restrain my thoughts lest they show in the tenting of my hose. When rain audibly rattled against the windowpanes, followed by an ominous growl of thunder, my guest stood up sharply and went to the casement. "Damn! Just look at the rain," she exclaimed, "how blastedly unfortunate!" "It came up so quickly that I didn't notice it myself!" I said, and then added, "I have some wet-weather gear closeted in the Comfortium. Shall we go dress ourselves properly so we won't get soaked?" I thereupon went to the slave-chamber door and opened it invitingly. Elin hesitated yet again at the prospect of entering alone with me. Should she had refused once more, how very different would have been the rest of her life -- and mine, for that matter -- or so it occurs to me now, as I think back. But Elin had a rational mind, all the more rational because it was still partially male. Why should she feel uneasy in the home of her best comrade? Finally, with what seemed like an effort of will, Elin at last passed through the two doors leading into the Comfortium. The trap I had so carefully prepared was sprung! Noiselessly I bolted the outer door and then locked the inner one also. Elin was finally mine! No matter how hard she fought and how loudly she protested, no one could hear her or come to her aid. Now all of her past abuses would be fully repaid. Excitement made my breathing unsteady. My "guest" stood there, all unsuspecting, her back turned toward me. How lovely was the shape of her derriere! I wondered for the thousandth time what she would look like nude. I felt like I would burst with both triumph and desire. At last! My rival was utterly at my mercy, though she did not yet know it. Promptly I proceeded to work my cruel will on her! Chapter 2 Being away from the rumble of the storm appeared to sooth Elin's nervous energy. She drew a deep breath and at that point and turned back my way. "We have to hurry along. Where do you keep the rain robes?" "Do you notice that we can't hear the thunder?" I replied, ignoring her question. "As I have said before, this room is absolutely soundproof. I do not suppose that there is a better chamber in all Prydferth for its intended purpose!" "Is that purpose something other than your relaxation?" she inquired, made curious by my strange tone. "Not quite. Its purpose is your violation, my pretty, the surrender to me of your ymylu!" Elin started as if physically struck. I stood still, my arms folded, calmly observing her. Then indignation and outrage seized her. "You must be mad to make such a jape!" she said in an anger-charged, trembling voice. "You forget yourself. Consider our friendship as terminated until you have recovered your senses and have suitably apologized. Meanwhile, I will trouble you only to call a palanquin, so that I may remove myself from your loathsome presence!" How her eyes flashed with wrathful indignation. She did not seem like an angry man just then, but an indignant girl and I laughed aloud. "Do you really think I should have dared to state my intentions without calculating the consequences? I have not lost my senses, but you appear to have lost your memory. Have you forgotten that little account that remains to be settled between us? Your day of reckoning has come, my sassy wench! You robbed my silks of pleasure and now I intend to take just compensation from your own nubile charms." My quiet-yet-determined manner seemed to have shaken her. Her face flushed as the implications of my threat sank in. I sensed her mind working behind her eyes. Was she calculating the odds that I was capable of carrying out my threat? After a slight pause I spoke again: "I have deliberately planned this revenge! I took these rooms solely because they would lend themselves to its end. I have prepared for every contingency and have everything I need to subjugate you by force if necessary! Look!" And I proceeded to reveal to her astonished eyes the mechanism concealed in the furniture and fixtures. I also put the opaque skylight shade in place, since it had grown dark under the storm clouds and the glow-globes in the Comfortium might have illuminated our activities below below even through the gauze screen. "You know you cannot get out of this room till I choose to let you go," I reminded Elin. "Your yells for help will not be heard. You now must decide what you will do. I give you two alternatives, and two only. Will you submit yourself quietly to me as if you were a mere female captive resigned to her fate, or do you prefer to be forced? I think you know what goes with force, as you have always been quite bold in telling me how you have yourself dealt with girls captured in war." Elin stamped her foot and clenched her little fists: "How dare you speak of that as if I should be held to blame? Foreign women are not worthy recipients of chivalry! What a soldier takes on the field is little enough in compensation for the ignominy of protecting slackers like you! Let me go at once!" And she then stalked to the door. I replied with a derisive smile. "I am not going to let you waste time. The whole afternoon will hardly be long enough for us to get through my program of pleasurable acts. Once more, will you submit or will you be forced?" I turned over my smallest sand clock so that its grains drained into the bowl below. "Understand that if by the time the sands run out you have not consented to submit to the pleasure of the silks, I shall without further delay regard you as a girl seized on the field of arms. Make the most of these last few moments of female chastity, for one way or the other your ~ymylu~ shall be besieged and breached this day." Then I turned my back on her, as if to demonstrate that I did not fear any attempt at violence that she might make, former warrior though she was. I used the next few minutes to ready the room, as if anticipating the use of force. Elin tried the locked door and immediately realized that she would not escape without the key. Then, uncertain of what next to do, she sank into an upholstered chair while the sand swiftly flowed into the lower bowl. It did not seem like she was capitulating, but only that she was leaving the next move of the game up to me. If ever she doubted that I had the determination to make that decisive move, events would very soon prove her wrong. When I had finished my preparations, I quietly seated myself opposite my guest and waited with her. Presently the sand clock ran out and I immediately rose. Elin, knowing that the moment of truth had arrived, quickly sprang to her feet and retreated to the far side of the divan. This item of furniture was, of course, the disguised pleasure rack on which I hoped before long to see her bound and entirely conquered! It was evident that she was going to fight me like a true soldier and I welcomed her decision. A hard physical conquest would give me ample justification for the fullest exercise of my lustful aggressions against her beauty! "Well, Elin, what is it to be? Will you be my tame mistress or my fiery conquest of the sword?" A sudden passion possessed her. "Never!" she declared. "I defy you! Do your worst. Do you think a cowardly fop can frighten me? Once and for all I give you my answer: "Go ~brol~ yourself!" She then laughed hollowly, folded her arms, and turned her back to me to affect contempt. "As you please," I replied calmly. "Let those who laugh be those that win! There will be a great deal of brolling this day, my young lady, and you will be an intimate a part of it all. I venture to say that within an hour you will not only be offering yourself to me absolutely and unconditionally, but you will be also begging me to accept your surrender! You will see!" At that instant Elin whirled and answered me with a false guffaw, her hands clenched into fists: "Yes, let us see! Let us see!" Forthwith I sprang to seize her, but she darted away. For a short time the elusive leader of many a horseback raid eluded my hot pursuit, between the furniture, but soon I maneuvered her into a corner and pounced. With a firm grip, I half-dragged and half-carried my prize to where a pair of rope-pulleys dangled. Though she struggled desperately and yelled insults, I noticed that she did not shout for help. Why? I wondered. Did she fear being discovered by rescuers in such a humiliating situation? Or did she have no hope of rescue? Or, better still, did some part of her want to this affair to go on to its logical conclusion? Did some part of her want to know what a girl feels like in the power of an amorous and aggressive male? This last guess intrigued me. It would mean that she ripened even more than I had anticipated. In spite of what seemed to be determined resistance, I soon made the silk loops on the ropes fast to Elin's wrists. Then I touched the controlling lever and the ropes tightened slowly but irresistibly. My guest's arms were drawn toward the ceiling till her hands were well above her head and she was forced to stand erect. My rival was now utterly helpless before me, unable to defend her person from any liberty that I wished to take with it, but because I wanted her to be more sensible of her stage-by-stage humbling, I deemed it wise to allow Elin time to calm down. This is the place, I think, to better explain the mechanical means I had at my disposal for the subjugation of any lovely captive that I had the good fortune to entrap there. Between each two of the pillars that supported the skylight hung a pair of strong rope-pulleys working on a roller mechanism. The latter was concealed in the beams and actuated by concealed counterweights. To have Elin held upright, I had simply attached the ropes to her wrists and her arms and worked the release; her arms had been pulled straight up. The pillars themselves I could utilize as whipping posts, being provided with rings to which Elin could be fastened to facilitate the chastisement she would no doubt earn this day through her stubborn defiance. Elsewhere, where leather cuffs were not employed, the ropes and straps associated with my equipment were fitted with swivel snap-hooks. To attach them to Elin's limbs, I used cuttings from the strongest and softest silk rope that I could find. It would be an easy matter to slip the band around a wrist or ankle, pass one end through the other and draw tight, then snap the free end into the swivel hook. No amount of plunging or struggling would loosen its attachment and the softness of the silk would prevent Elin's flesh from being chaffed or marked. Close by the pillars was the pleasure rack disguised as a huge divan upholstered in dark leather, a tone that would be admirably enhanced by the skin color of a naked girl. It stood on eight massive legs (four on each side), behind each of lay coiled a stout leather strap. These were worked by rollers hidden in the upholstery and actuated by additional counterweights. On it were piled cushions of various sorts, among which Elin and Ymdod were used to taking their ease. Even now I could still scarcely believe that Elin's virginity was soon to be sacrificed to the Goddess of Love. The mission of the straps was to hold her in position while being vigorously brolled, should she not have already surrendered herself to her fate! During the brief span that I had allowed Elin to recover from the violence of our struggle, I quietly studied her. Such picaresque helplessness! Half her weight was on her tiptoes, with the rest of it on her wrists. She was an exhilarating spectacle with her bosom fluttering, rising, and falling with agitated breathing, her cheeks still flushed, and her male-length hair being somewhat disarranged. I particularly enjoyed the way her close-fitting jacket and hose displayed her figure so advantageously. Again I wondered whether had she favored wearing tight garments in the conscious or unconscious wish to attract the eye of passersby? Well, if so one more naughty girl would soon learn the price of making herself look attractive and desirable to a male. Elin, the doughty little soldier, managed to regain command of herself rather quickly. I did not leave her long in suspense about the seriousness of her situation, but began a circling inspection. Approving of everything I saw, I at last placed a chair right in front of her, so close that its edge almost touched her knees. I then slipped myself into it, keeping my legs apart so that she had to stand between them. Her head was now above mine, allowing me to peer up into her downcast face. As I took up this position, Elin tried to draw herself away, but the lack of slack in her bonds compelled her to stand just as I had placed her. I pressed my legs closer together, in order to hold hers loosely between them, feeling the shudder that passed through her when she felt the contact. When I reached out and clasped her lightly around the waist she let out a gasp, and this began another spat of defiant struggle. I closed my legs to hold her firmly and pressed my face against her jacket-constrained bosom, savoring the softness that lay within. After a moment of useless scuffle, Elin settled down to await events. "Stop this nonsense, Hoel!" she finally said. "Don't you like it, Elin?" I asked. "I thought that serum girls thought of nothing else but of making love. I am trying to imagine what rubbing my face against your naked breasts will feel like. Happily I will not have to wait long to find out." I proceeded to kiss and nibble her pillowy chest. "No! Hoel!" she said, but her attempt to growl sounded more like a purr, so soft and sweet her voice. She twisted herself in frustration. "Let me go; don't...don't ..." and her voice choked off, perhaps unable to state the obviousness of my intentions. I continued doing what I'd been doing, and then varied the attack. Using my right hand, I began to stroke her hips and bottom. "Oh... ! Don't, Hoel! Don't!" Elin demanded while futilely dodging my marauding hand. I paid no attention to her unmanly cries, but continued my caressing. I felt down to her knees and then back to her sweet buttocks and haunches, the touch of which brought forth her delicious shiver. Then, at length, I started to squeeze her nether cheeks with strong, greedy fingers. After toying delightfully in this manner for some little time, I reluctantly ceased and withdrew my hands, but only to caress her incurving flanks. Sated with this, I returned my fond attention to her bosom. Her color grew quite rosy as she swayed in awkward balance. Because her jacket prevented any direct attack on her amble charms, I decided to open her clothes at last and obtain a peep at her still- virgin breasts. I therefore set to work unbuttoning her. "Hoel, no! no!!" yelled Elin, vainly struggling to get loose. But I only smiled and continued to undo her jacket. I got it open and raised it to her shoulders, only to be further obstructed a close-fitting undershirt. No doubt she wore it latter to minimize the contours of her breasts. I lifted it to her neck, my fingers reveling in the touching the bare flesh underneath. Better than that, right there before my eager eyes, lay the two snowy mountains that Elin had thus far kept hidden from male admiration. Any lingering doubts about what I intended to do were swept away by the indescribable pleasure of seeing her charms revealed! Chapter 3 She growled as I touched her, but I was too excited to take notice. My eyes were riveted upon the treasures I had just unearthed. Flushed with lust and unable to restrain myself, I threw my arms round Elin's waist and pressed my lips to her jaunty and jutting mammary flesh. "Don't, Hoel!" cried Elin as she twisted to escape, but my mouth continued to apply hot, searing kisses to the objects of my admiration. But soon, as before, I thought it better to afford her a little respite. In that way she would have ample opportunity to appreciate the experience of being a girl brought, by means of baby steps, into true womanhood through ardent physical seduction. "Gods deliver me!" she gasped as I stepped away. How precious was the sight of her distress in bawdy dishabille! How little like a soldier she now appeared... When my unwilling guest had grown calmer, I again passed my arms round her, but this time began to play with her posteriors. She replied with growls and muttered curses, but my hands nonetheless roamed over her firm cheeks, stroking, caressing, and pinching. Despite the pleasure of the spot, I was sated at length. Seeking variety, I grasped the legs of her male-style hose and these I pulled upward, eager to get my first look at Elin's bare legs. Her legs were smooth and shapely; by tugging and sliding the elastic fabric, I bared them to a point just above the knees, the maximum height to which the hose could be raised due to its tightness. By this point Elin had gotten so overwrought that I was again compelled to suspend my love-play out of consideration. While she rested, I brought over a large plate-glass mirror six feet high. I pushed this looking glass in front of her so that she could see herself at full-length. Elin started uneasily at the sight of herself in such inglorious dishabille. Having arranged the mirror to my satisfaction, I picked up the chair and placed it just behind Elin. Then, seating myself, I worked the chair forward until she once more stood between my legs, only this time with her back to me. The silvered glass faithfully reflected my hand movements as the front of her person became the object of my irreverent teasing. I encircled her nubile body again and drew her to me, till her bottom pressed against my chest (glorious sensation!). Then, while my left arm held her firmly, my right hand explored the junction of her stomach and legs, pressing inquisitively upon that part of her that she least want touched, all the while watching her scandalized reactions in the glass. Her color rose, her breath came unevenly. She pressed her thighs closely together, but though she must have been on guard, I do not think she quite anticipated that I would slip my hand under her waistband and advance it across her lower belly. "No! No! For the gods' vengeance, don't!" Elin yelled. Again she dragged at her fastenings, hands clenched and head thrown back. With the whole of her weight on her wrists, she strove to fend me off by kicking with her booted heels, but to no avail. The reflected view of her struggles only stimulated me in my play and I forced my fingers along until they felt the fur of her ~peren.~ Elin practically collapsed when I touched her most sensitive spot and would certainly have fallen had it not been for the supporting ropes. I smiled with anticipation. My false friend would have to endure a good deal more of such touching very soon, but for now I desisted and, rising, pushed the chair up to her knees. By loosening the pulleys, I lowered her comfortably into it. After a brief visit to the changing room to get a device I needed, I returned to Elin's presence and saw that she had collected her wits enough to try to free herself now that her bonds hung slack. Before she could get the silk loops off her wrists, however, I set the pulleys working and soon had her standing erect once more. Her glare demanded that I explain my intentions. I deemed it suitable to do so. "I see you want to know what is now going to happen to you, my dear," I said. "Well, you are to be stripped naked, utterly and absolutely naked. In other words, you are going to be placed in that state most pleasing to an ardent male suitor! Oh, let me amend that by saying that you shall have one small garment when it pleases me to give it to you, but only at the proper time." A flood of crimson swept over her face; her head fell forward as she muttered: "Hoel! ... How can you be such a low-grade degenerate?" "If I show less regard for you than I formerly did, your own treachery has brought it about!" I informed her. "There is only one detail that remains to be settled regarding your stripping. Will you undress yourself quietly if I set you loose, or must I drag your clothes off you? I don't wish to influence your decision. I will only say that I do not see what you have to gain by further resistance. If you do resist, some of your garments may be ruined -- which would be a pity! Now, which is it to be? Will you be meek and act as my tame mistress, or remain a fiery, unreconciled captive?" She looked at me perplexedly and then averted her eyes. "Come, Elin," I said presently, "I must have your declaration, or else I shall proceed to disrobe you as best as I can." My guest was evidently in deep dudgeon! Her eyes wandered all over the room without fixing. She was endeavoring to make some decision, obviously, but seemed quite unable to do so. I patiently awaited her answer. At length, as she did not speak, I quietly went to a drawer, took out a pair of shears, and returned to her. At the sight of the blades, she shivered and, with effort, said in a voice broken with emotion: "Don't. Whatever revenge you think you need, you must have had enough of it by now." "Not at all, lovely one," I replied, not unkindly but with ringing certainty. "You can only say that because you make lightly of the fact that you deprived me of a beauty whose virginity you deprived me of. It is only right that your female virginity should be rendered in payment for that which you stole. Your cries of pleasure shall delight me, as hers must have delighted you. Besides, how long do you think you can play of game of being a false male? As a serum you are by nature a lusty wench and now is as good a time as any to plunge into that life. But I want to see you in all your glory. Don't tell me that you haven't had fantasies. I'm told that lewd daydreams are quite common amongst serum girls. Some eventually run away to some alien city to submit to actual slavery in a pleasure house or tavern. I met one such girl in Lerpwl a few years ago. She served so eagerly in the silks that I don't think she ever could have regretted her choice." Elin, shuddering, cast another rebuking glance my way. Seeing only stern determination mirrored in my own eyes, she grew defiant and rasped: "You devil, I will not cooperate in any way!" How I admired her then! Had Elin revealed herself to be a weakling by pleading or shedding unmanly tears I would have been devastated. I wished to tame her, but for me to enjoy the taming she had to show spirit. Horse-breakers say that young mares that kick and buck when they're first mounted make the best rides thereafter. I concealed my satisfaction and pretended to be indignant at her recalcitrance. "There is only one thing for me to do," I said, "and that is to undress you without any further delay." I set to work. Elin yelled abuse when I stepped forward and tried to kick me in the groin. I had expected this move and so quickly seized her offending leg to draw off its boot. Then I did the same with the other. Now that my captive was barefoot, her kicking would be quite harmless, especially seeing as how I had donned a leather groin-shell in the changing room, the sort that wrestlers and gladiators use. Her jacket still hung open and her raised-up shirt yet displayed her incomparable breasts. In order to take off both her jacket and shirt together I gripped her wrists one at a time, released loop, and slipped the garments over her shoulder and off over her hand. It was quite easy to do and, in a nonce, Elin stood stripped to the waist and yet was held like before. My heart raced at the thought of taking off her hose as well and reducing her to absolute nudity like a kidnapped virgin brought to a slaver's lair. Elin quickly divined her helplessness and assailed me with blistering rebukes such as would make a drill master blush, but I proceeded to untie the waist drawstring to facilitate the removal of her hose. The knot gave way readily and her hose slipped down below her knees, where I left them gathered while I took in the effect. What a feast for the eyes! Her nudity was almost complete and only her feet and ankles were still hidden from my view. When I snatched the hose totally away in the next moment, she wore no more than a newborn. Elin evoked the naked water nymphs that men are rarely privileged to see, but which are the most beguiling sight that one could imagine. I could only wonder what she thought of seeing herself reflected so. Did she get sexually excited when seeing herself naked? I only knew what I felt -- a profound stirring in my loins. Oh that I had the art of a master writer to describe Elin at this stage of her distress! Had Elin, since the precipitous arrival of her girlhood, ever enjoyed what I am told are common serum-girl fantasies -- being sold naked in public, being compelled to kneel with crossed wrists before a man who lusted after her? Had Ruk's formula truly made the formerly manly and warlike Elin ob Cryf into one who was by instinct all female, man-hungry, and a natural slave? If so, I would surely find out before I took pity upon her! I stepped behind Elin and stood there studying her reflection in the mirror, my eager eyes roving over both her front and back views. Her skin was slightly tanned on those parts exposed to the sun, but much of the rest of her was lighter, save for the small patch of dark fur at the junction of her belly and thighs. Ruk's Serum had blessed -- or cursed -- Elin ob Cryf with sublime beauty and, as I have intimated, her lines were truly goddess-like. Surely the unknown girl that had passed her genetic material on to Elin had been a bred pleasure slave, her beauty enhanced through many generations of forced mating. Elin's head rested on a beautifully modeled neck. Her swelling bosoms were, if anything, a bit too full for her rather lightly built form -- indescribably firm, round, and inviting. She had lithe arms with small, well-shaped hands and not the least of her charms was a trim waist that set off saucy hips and adorable haunches. Her thighs were just right for a man of discriminating tastes, tapering to the neatest of calves and ankles. Beyond this, Elin had a delectable belly and deep navel. Framed by the lines of her groin awaited her Goddess Temple, fleshy and warmly befurred. Her expression, however, seemed to be bursting with suppressed anger. I sighed. Despite the beauty that the mirror revealed to her, she seemed not to understand what affect her physique was having on me. Why? Had beautiful women not elicited a similar response from Elin when she had been male? If she remembered her feelings back then, she should understand that a man couldn't for long gaze on such perfectly fashioned female sexuality and not long to make full use of such a body in the silks! But I had to be strong. The journey is often more interesting for a traveler than the goal. Before Elin experienced defloration I wanted her to savor all the intermediate steps that would take her from being a sour pretend-male to becoming a woman who knew the sweetness of being young, beautiful, and female. Chapter 4 I slipped away to fetch something from a cabinet and concealed it behind my back until I once more stood behind Elin. She studied my reflected expression with apprehension. Wishing to avoid a scuffle that might spoil the moment, I distracted her with a pinch to her alluring bottom. Then before she knew it, something snug had encircled her neck and instantly clicked shut. An alarmed glance into the mirror revealed that she was wearing a black leather collar, suitable for a commonplace pleasure slave. Except for her lamentable lack of a brand, the nude and collared Elin resembled nothing so much as an uncommonly pretty member of that sisterhood. "Take it off, you perverted wretch!" she howled indignantly. She didn't wait for me to reply before plunging this way and that in a vain attempt to free her hands. I smiled at all the fuss she was making. Had Gwanc, the tyrant of Gendir, chosen to enslave his captives (as he well might have), Elin might already have grown used to the circlet that graced her throat, and would have been well along in her studies of the lovemaker's art. At last, growing swiftly tired, she settled down. While she dangled there, drawing panting breaths, I took a position from which to view her collared profile, noting with delight the proud projection of her breasts, the curve of her belly, and swell of her buttocks at that angle! Then, changing my perspective yet again, I took in her back view and her reflected front view at the same time! After a minute or two, my voyeurism sated, I came around to have a good look at her palpitating breasts. I delighted in their delicious fullness, their ivory skin, and the jutting nipples which I longed to take between my lips and tickle with my tongue. With Elin swaying uneasily under this close perusal, I bent my knees and peered into her navel. She grew increasingly uneasy at the downward trend of my inspection -- as well she might! I next investigated the mysterious region of her peren, mostly concealed by a wealth of dark curling hair! While I was doing this, Elin desperately squeezed her thighs together, endeavoring thereby to prevent my inspection of that citadel wherein reposed her (as yet inviolate) female virginity! At last I rose and, without a word, slipped behind the mirror and to divest myself of my clothes. It was high time that I started accustoming Elin to the view male nakedness. True, she had seen many men naked in the intimacies of war, and earlier in the clean-up area of the school athletic yard, but I wanted her to start looking at male nudity through the eyes of her present and future sex. "Ugh!" she ejaculated, feigning to be repulsed while willfully averting her eyes. Yet I had seen her glance fix briefly on my glorious erection! Had it affected her? Sundry women have told me that I am an outstanding specimen of manhood. It is for this reason that I strongly doubted that her negative reaction could have been a legitimate one. "Why close your pretty blue eyes, Elin? Won't you prefer to have a good look at me?" I teased. "I believe that in the near future your blood will run very hot indeed when viewing virile specimens of manhood." Though she made no reply to this, she looked as if she wished to drink the blood from my veins. But if she was a lioness, she was a well-bound one and I was not afraid. After a moment she looked away from my nudity once more and I took this as my cue to continue my address: "Must I then assume by your apparent indifference that you have already seen so many naked men that the sight no longer appeals to you?" She screwed up her face loathsomely at this suggestion, but still mulishly kept her eyes averted. "Are you not even curious to estimate how well my worshipful idol will fit, once it is installed inside your glorious Goddess Temple?" Her sullenness irritated me even more than any verbal insult possibly could have, and so I stepped up to her side, passed my left arm round her waist and drew our naked bodies together. Oh, the delight of feeling our warm male and female flesh pressed together! In that position of physical intimacy, the head of my scepter touched her flank and she reacted as if it were the branding iron that would permanently mark her. But I held her fast until she stopped struggling. "Release me!" she shouted, at last giving up her stubborn silence. I continued defying her, to bring home to her the realization that it is the captive's place to comply, not command. Continuing to hold her close with my left arm, I gently placed my right forefinger on her navel. She reacted with a little lurch. This was to be expected, since, thanks to Chadwa's Serum, a feather-slave's bellybutton was one of the most ticklish points of her body. When I did not at once withdraw my finger, she squirmed deliciously and yelled: "You blackguard!" "If you do not like to be tickled, you must buy relief from it with abject obedience," I said somewhat sternly. "You may not like that idea since up until lately you have been a rather masterful man and an officer. But you are just a fetching slip of a girl now and all that has passed in you life before this moment no longer applies. Look at me in the mirror, my beauty, thoroughly from head to foot, fancy what it will feel like when I become you lover, and then answer the questions that I shall put to you." She perversely shut her eyes and turned her head askew. As it happened, she was looking toward a lash hung upon a hook. "Ah, you seem to yearn for sterner punishments than mere tickling," I chided. "Many natural slaves thrill at the very thought of being lashed. Be assured that I shall not hesitate to chasten you with either the whip or the feather if you do not do exactly as told! Now, have a good look at me!" Elin shuddered and reluctantly, regarded my reflected image with the saucy appendage that was fated to have such a significant and transforming role in her immediate future. "Quite a smart salute for a superior officer, eh?" I jibed maliciously, alluding to the fact that Elin had held a lieutenancy while I languished at the lowest rank that could be inflicted upon a minor gentleman. She colored furiously, but once more assumed a surly silence. "Answer my questions," I commanded her. "Are you a virgin? With men, I mean? I know that you were a perfect rake where women were concerned." Elin flushed hotly. Evidently the insinuation was so insulting that she had no choice but to give answer, hissing: "You know the answer!" "Absolutely virgin?" I asked. "A pure virgin? Has no hand ever wandered over those lovely charms, has no eye but mine has seen them?" Elin shook her head, as if my words had been clinging mud that she longed to shake off. "What about female eyes and hands, Elin?" I pressed. "I know that you have a most attractive pleasure stable which you still maintain, and that you have been constantly been with your girls since transformation. I would have thought you would have sold them so they would have no chance to laugh at you, and speculate how you will cry out and moan the first time a man takes you in the silks. Or is it that they know things that you would like to learn, now that you are no less beautiful than the best of them and share their sex? No? Well, perhaps the answer is simpler than that. All along I have suspected you of practicing tribadism on the sly. Am I right?" "That's none of your business!" she growled. "Wicked girl! If you were innocent, you would have said so. Tsk. In some cities such damnable perversion would have condemned you to slavery under the law. It is a pity that the traditions of Prydferth are not more severe. I think that a few bouts in the silks with a brand on your thigh and a collar about your neck would have cured you of the moral ill which apparently has you in its grip." When she remained defiantly silent, I went on: "If you so much like being touched by girls, let us pretend that my hand is a girl's while it excites you." I removed my arm from her waist and slipped it behind her. How she stiffened as she felt my touch on her waist! But she was not nearly so stiff as I. I passed my hands gently but inquisitively over her firm hips, stroking, pressing, and patting. Then, letting my hands probe her solid bottom, I worked myself into such an erotic state that was almost painful to contain. She probably never realized how close she came in that moment to experiencing the penetration of her rear aperture. But she must have felt the intensity of my excitement as I gripped her rounded cheeks and squeezed them to my heart's content. Then, having mastered myself somewhat, I descended to her silken thighs and, with slow deliberation, worked my way back to her waist, running my hands up and down her loins before finally returning to her underarms. The latter I tickled slightly. "Don't!" she exclaimed, wriggling and twisting frenetically, "Don't do that!" At once I ceased. How ticklish she was! Vivid in my imagination was the image of Elin tied down with her legs fastened widely apart with the pointed tip of a passion bird feather applied to her most sensitive spot. I anticipated that, as I plunged her into the lascivious hell of the feather slave that she would wish to the merciful gods that I had done no more than tickle her here and there with my fingers! Pretending to give in to her entreaties (in order to instruct her that nothing save for girlish entreaties had a hope of swaying me), my right hand roamed below her waist, while my left devoted itself to the tactile enjoyment of her upper belly. For now I carefully avoided her breasts. What pleasure I gained thus! Her sweet flesh was so smooth, so warm, and so female! My delighted hands roamed all over her body while Elin braced herself like one being tortured, unable to guess whether her breasts or peren was next to be attacked! I did not keep her long in suspense. After compelling her to accept sufficient stimulation of her rounded belly, my right hand paused on her navel again and, while my forefinger gently tickled it, my left hand gently seized her right breast and lovingly squeezed. She gave a great cry of dismay! My only response was to take my left hand from her belly and cup her left breast, letting her know that both of her maidenly mountains were now the indefensible prey of my lascivious hands! Oh, how Elin demanded that I release her lovelies, all the while tossing herself from side to side as my fingers played with their toys -- now squeezing, now stroking, now pressing her delicious breasts against each other, moving them upwards and downwards, gently irritating and exciting the nipples that seemed to grow harder by the moment! Meanwhile Elin's face, reflected in the mirror, amply evinced the anguish she was presently feeling: Her flushed cheeks, dilated nostrils, half-closed eyes, her panting, heaving bosom all revealing her agony of spirit! With pure enjoyment I continued my toying, while gloating to see Elin's image struggling like a trapped bird as unbridled emotion coursed through her! Though she pretended that my administrations were hateful, I dared to think that her sense of horror stemmed from the pleasurable -- and unmanlike -- impulses she was experiencing. Elin, once a dashing soldier, was learning what it felt like to be nothing more than a nude girl helpless in the power of a male ruled by lusts that he could scarcely contain. Soon, I thought, I would hear my captive, my former friend, pleading with me not to stop, but instead to do more and more of what gave her undreamed of pleasure. I could not wait for the moment when her hips would willingly and wantonly thrust against mine, craving more and deeper penetration, begging, with moans and gasps, for the bold and brazen lovemaking that no serum girl could ever get enough of. Chapter 5 I let go of Elin's breasts, freeing my left arm to draw her tightly against me. As my right hand neared her most sacred shrine, the girl threw her weight on one leg and warded her groin with the thigh of the other, crying: "You bastard!" Amused, I pushed aside the ineffective obstruction and made the intended pilgrimage! I gently teased her curly pelt, twining the silken strands around my fingers. Then I began to stroke and press her glorious Goddess Temple, a finger massaging each side of it. Elin was berating me and twisting vigorously to escape. As she was forced to stand on both legs to maintain her balance, her peren was left absolutely defenseless. My eager fingers roved all over it, touching, pressing, stroking, and hair-pulling. Then I tickled her "temple gate," passing my forefinger lightly up and down it, until I wrested a gasp from her by -- all the time watching my captive's reaction in the mirror! Elin 's head at length fell backwards and she shouted: "Hoel, don't! ... for the gods' sake, don't! ... stop! ... stop!" I could feel her peren reacting, thus encouraging me to do persevere! Her distress became almost uncontrollable. "Oh, by Iau!" she gasped as my finger found her clitoris and began stroking it. She squeezed her thighs together, attempting to foil me. Nonetheless, I continued to tickle her precious button for a few moments longer. I desisted only when it pleased me to gently pass my finger along the groove of her peren and probe between its lips, as if to convey my gratitude for her possession of it. These lips, by the way, were half-opened due to her intense sexual excitement. Nonetheless, my exploring digit could coax its way up her virginal orifice no further due to the barrier of her ymylu It was then that I felt a shiver run through her. Elin, the former seductive rake, was experiencing what a girl experiences in the way of penetration. But it was only a very small taste. The full feast would come in due course. Oh, if I could but adequately describe my raging emotions at that moment! Elin's naked, struggling body was clutched tightly against mine! My finger was gently exploring her maiden interior! If I wished to do more, I had the license to do it. I sighed when I felt the blockage which I knew to be her ymylu. I must have become uncouth in my eagerness and excited Elin more than I had intended to, for she all at once yelled: "Stop! ... stop!" and her head fell forward on her bosom! I consequently withdrew my finger and endeavored to sooth her -- by passing the felonious digit over the fur of her peren, as if it were a pet rabbit. When I sensed her re-attainment of some measure of calm, I released her and stood away. As soon as Elin's breathing grew steady, I solicitously pushed the chair behind her and cranked the pulley-ropes to slackness, permitting her to drop into its seat. I permitted her to coil up in the chair with her face buried in her hands while I silently stood admiring her voluptuous curves. She looked so sensuous, so much like a common pleasure slave, that I could not but feel an ache in my loins from anticipating how well she would adorn my silks and fulfill my physical needs. Schedule of erotic ordeals now called for the next stage. Because my hands were itching to touch her more, I decided to tie Elin upright to one of the pillars. This would restrict the movements that would have diminished the effectiveness of the stage of my erotic program. Seated close in front of her, I would amuse myself by playing with her breasts and peren with even more abandon than before! Elin was now resting quietly and breathing regularly. I generously let her restoration continue, until I noticed her sly attempt to slip her wrists out of their silken nooses. This settled the point. Before she could affect her escape, I set the ropes working, raising her up as before. I moved close then, touched her flank, and felt her shiver. "Well, Elin, shall we resume?" She glanced at me hatefully. "No, Hoel! Enough of this!" "Yes, my dear!" I replied, "You shall receive a great deal more of what you have enjoyed already, though not quite in the same way. However, I will take measures to make you more comfortable this time." She thereupon insulted me, which was a show of spirit that pleased me greatly. All such display of physical and verbal resistance made the game more enjoyable. I confess to feeling be to somewhat the scoundrel whenever Elin lapsed into plaintive, girlish pleading. When she showed sass, she was holding up her end of the game. At the moment I was most satisfied, for she remained angry and defiant. I have since wondered whether she wasn't aware of my temper even while we played the game and was subtly encouraging me to do my worst. As time goes on, the more I believe that this was so. In response to her obduracy, I smiled and I picked up a leather strap with a buckle at the end. Then I suddenly released the tension in her bonds, causing her to drop precipitously into the chair seat. When she lost her balance, and her capacity to mount any resistance, I restored the tension. This jerked her up, but only part way before I pounced on her and rushed her backwards against the column. Quickly slipping the prepared strap around both it and her waist, I buckled it in a flash. Almost before she knew it, Elin had found herself secured in another position. Subsequently I slipped the now-unneeded silken nooses from her wrists and forced her arms back behind the column, where I tethered them with prepared slipknots secured to iron rings. I took precaution against her buffeting me with her bare feet or even trying to protect her peren with her thigh by binding one of her ankles with another strap, circling the pillar with the loose end, and buckling this around her other ankle. I had cut the strap to the proper length for a girl Elin's size, so that her knees could not come within six inches of one another! With both her hands and ankles fixed the way I wanted them, I unbuckled the unneeded strap and threw it aside. Having placed the chair in front of her, I sat down upon it. I wriggled the legs up close, until she stood between my parted knees within easy reach, just as before! Because my prisoner-guest could not throw her head back due to the column, she let it droop. Amusingly, the first thing that her feverish eyes rested upon was my excited scepter in glorious erection, its blushing head pointing directly towards her as yet unchristened peren! Flushed rosily from head to foot, Elin stood in front of me with her jaw set and her eyes tightly closed! I leaned back in my chair, reveling in the voluptuous spectacle she afforded me, allowing her a more little time in which to recover ere I set to work torturing her by exciting her erotic cravings! Before long, Elin's breathing became quieter. She was evidently ready for new experiences. I did not keep her waiting, but gently placed my hands on her breasts. "No, Hoel, don't!" she warned while bracing herself. My only response was to stroke her ample globes as I pleased. Because her shoulders were drawn well back due to the manner in which she was bound, her bust was thrust forward, thus causing it to stand out provocatively. I took the fullest advantage her position, as any sensible man would have done. Her flesh was, as I had said before, a delight to touch, so smooth and soft and warm. As a woman's sexuality is all tied together, I wondered whether the pleasure I was forcing upon her by way of her breasts affected her peren in any way. It seemed to me that it did! The hair seemed to stand out as if ruffled, the Temple of the Goddess certainly looked fuller than it had at the time of her initial stripping. The coral lips were distinctly separated, indicating erotic heat, the instinctual invitation of a primeval girl in the grip of a mating frenzy and ready to receive the primitive male! Even so, I could not see her ~botymu,~ but I di