Once upon a time in far away land where the spring was warm and the winters cold; a land where the most advanced apparatus was the windmill for the miller; there was nestled between forest, cliffs, and the prime real-estate of a sandy beach a small fishing village. There, there was a girl who had just recently blossomed into a woman, her long dark hair like the night sky, her body near hairless and smooth, her eyes the brightest blue and her lips red like the rose. This woman’s beauty was a mixed blessing, for the all the men of the village were out to court her from the new men to the very old men; even her brother was not immune to her charms. The women however resented her; claiming she must practice witchcraft to be so beautiful; walking around looking like a princess among peasants.
She often would wander from the village to escape the hateful eyes of the women and the lustful gazes of the men. Despite the blessing upon her and the views of her fellow villagers this woman was humble of spirit and given the simple name of Ilsa. As it happens on this day Ilsa has done what she has done so many times before, gone to the cliff of silent words; there she sings. Her voice of such melodious euphoria as to bring a chorus of birds. There happened to be upon a nearby hill a herd of sheep; the sheppard of which would spy upon Ilsa when she would come to the cliff. It is he who saw it; he thought nothing each time of her nonsensical words till now; as a mist appears from the sea like a great beast and swallows up Ilsa, when it departs she is gone, the sound of laughter filling the air. The mist flies with purpose back across the waves in a direction all fishermen know to dread. It is this he would tell Ilsa’ enraged brother.
Days go by and Ilsa’s brother’s fury grows. Their own father forbids him use of their boat, no man will go with him, no one dares to go where the mist was headed; towards the isle of the Witch; the Elfin Isle as it is sometimes called. The elder of the village warned him; as the legend states women of extraordinary beauty among the islands here and villages thereof would on occasion draw the attention of the witch of the Elfin Isle; who would spirit them away in her mists; granting them immortality in exchange for becoming her eternal slaves…but the legend says only those she has first invited and agreed to go would be taken.
“I refuse to believe such a thing,” would shout the brother.
One day he stood upon the well in the center of the town and announced, “Is there no man in this entire village brave enough to save my sister? My sister who each and every one of you had ogled and lusted after; whom you all sought after to be your wife like greedy wolves fighting over a slaughtered lamb while the other women of the village spit upon her name because of your lusts? So be it then; I don’t need any of you; if no man will help me then I will find something else that will!”
With that the warrior Agus, brother of the stolen away maiden Ilsa did depart his fishing village vowing not to return till he had secured a ship and a means to rescue his lost sister.
Hushed whispers and strange rumors from strange people have brought Agus to the Dark Moor, where it is said an enemy of the Witch of the Elfin Isle dwells; another witch that is who has command over all snakes and deadly things that lurk in the Dark Moor. Through the toxic bogs, past beasts without flesh yet with substance, and creatures of forms he does not know how to describe in the words of men Agus did venture to the lair of the Snake Witch; strangely unimpeded as though she knew his intent. A lavish hut disguised as the swamp around it filled with water, vines, and beasts; in the center of which is a raised throne upon which sits a woman who is undeniably beautiful; yet in no way human. Her skin is as grey as the stones and rough in texture almost as if covered in scales. Her eyes are inhuman; something between that of a cat and a snake. Her ears are long and pointed like spear tips and her hair thick black hair is braided like ropes hanging from the back of her head. Should she stand she’s easily dwarf Agus as much as he dwarfs the shorter women of his village.
Agus yells up to the witch, “Great witch of the swamp; I hear you are no friend to the witch of the Elfin Isle; I come seeking a means to rescue my sister from her clutches.”
Through barely parted lips and shark needle like teeth the Snake Witch does speak, “I know of what you speak; the maiden with the sorrowful song who sang upon the Cliff of Silent Words; that place where mortals go to be heard by the unseen of this world. Your plan is fruitless; as much time as has passed your sister is no doubt the witch’s slave; given herself over mind and body.”
Agus pulls his sword free of its sheath and vows violence to the Snake Witch.
Her laughter is a sickening sound that worms into his ears and mind like the bastard spawn of slugs and worms.
“If you are so adamant, and prepared to risk even your life against foes you know nothing about; then I will grant you a boat that can pierce the veil around the island.”
She raises one clawed finger from its eagle like perch of an arm rest; “However mortal you must first do a favor for me; for I am risking the loss of a boat; you must give me payment in return.”
“What price do you ask?” speaks up Agus.
“Not mere mortal money which holds no value to one such as I,” says the Snake Witch, “however there is an item of equal value that I covet, in the center of the Blue Lake you will find an island; hidden among the trees of that island is a hut; in that hut you will find a red gem. Remove that gem from whence it rests and bring it to me and you shall have the boat that pierces mystic veils.”
“Why do you not take it yourself, does not sound like such a great undertaking.” says Agus.
“Magic is not for the knowing of mortals,” says the Snake Witch, “and explaining how and why I cannot be there would serve no purpose to you or I, know only that this task is how you obtain that which you want, and may have quickly. Or how long are you willing to allow your sister to be slave to that witch upon the Elfin Isle?”
Agus has no more to discuss here, he cares not for magical concerns; his one and only concern is the retrieval of his sister.
The Blue Lake; so named for its tranquil blue appearance; a blue however unlike any found in nature save on birds, bugs, and flowers among other things that are not most certainly not water. The water is not safe to drink; or so the elders say, as it has a sweet flavor that is addictive, and those who do risk angering the spirits that live in the water. There are things swimming beneath these waters; these waters upon which Agus rides with a small wooden boat he bought from a nearby village which he was certain not to inform of his goings on; yet was certain that a clean boat rather than the one he used in the Dark Moor would be less likely to attract any supernatural attentions. The things that live in this water are not like any fish or snakes or anything really that Agus has ever known; perhaps a bit like eels or butterflies that fly under water.
The island in the center is a simple exposure of rocks, upon which trees and grass grew and over time the falling stems built up a layer of soil. Agus notices that upon landing here that all becomes silent save for the noises he makes; like a violation of the sanctity of this place. No birds sing, no rodents rustle, no insects chirp; even the wind seems to grow silent and still through the leaves as he approaches a tiny inconspicuous hut nestled among the trees. The style is a bit odd, and the roof covered in some black substance with metal rims along the edges of the roof; the windows have wood crossing them with panes of glass with shudders that are nailed to the walls themselves. The structure looks both expensive and yet somehow simple at the same time.
Inside the hut is not what he expected, there is no fireplace, although he saw a brick chimney on the outside; there are odd metal shelves with iron cooking ware of strange styles sitting about, and even an odd rectangular book case with heavy doors on it. He opens it, although it resists to find it as cold as winter inside with ice stuck to the side within. He shakes his head muttering, “sorcery,” and looks about. His eyes rest on what he seeks, a large red gem; it is not hidden, it simply sitting upon a wooden table in the middle of the hut among various little statues of kittens made of some clay like material. The gem rests upon a pile of papers.
He picks up the gem and without warning the window nearby shoots open; and without wind to lift them the papers on the table fly and circle into the air taking leave out the open window.
A woman’s voice echoes from the walls themselves, “Foolish creature that enters here, by your actions the seal has been broken and the dark spells freed upon your world. They shall find the minds of mortals and propagate themselves within; bringing forth magic the likes of which this world has never known.”
Agus shouts as he holds up the gem, “Voice; spirit of the Blue Lake, I only wish to save my sister from the Witch of the Elfin Isle! The Snake Witch of the Dark Moor promised me a boat to pierce the island’s veil if I brought her this gem!”
*Laughter* echoes through the cabin from a woman standing at the door way, she is but a blur in Agus eyes, as he feels a bit dizzy.
“Brother?” says the woman in a familiar voice.
His vision clears to see his sister standing there, her long dark hair a backdrop to a see through white gown that glitters oddly.
“Ilsa?” asks Agus running over to her, his eyes fighting him to look down upon her body.
“This is what you want,” whispers Ilsa in his ears, pressing her frame against him, her warm breasts against his chest, with only the thin cloth separating them…his chest is bare now.
He tries to shake the dizziness, why is he naked, he wanders only a moment, as Ilsa whispers, “this is what you want…big brother…”
His cock shoots to attention as the fuzziness comes over him, his face flush as he is backed up against the edge of a bed that wasn’t there before; the table gone, the shelves gone, the room is different yet the same as though everything vanished from within and was replaced by this bed and the odd orb hanging from the ceiling emitting faint light.
His thoughts of confusion are lost as Ilsa stands upon her toes and kisses him, her red sweet lips gently pressed against his in such a timid manner; he wraps his arms around her, the strange garment she is wearing falls from her in an impossible manner and vanishes through the floor boards like a thousand tiny strings of light. Her eyes sparkle with a lust he has never seen in them before as she softly bites his lower lip, while one hand strokes his back echoing his embrace her other seeks out his spear of manhood and grips the shaft surprising him.
He breaks his embrace as she nibbles on his chin, bending her back a manner he knows too well thanks to a certain girl from a traveling circus who took his virginity. She trails her lips softly down his neck and shoulders, stopping a moment to kiss and circle his erect nipple with her tongue making his eyebrows furrow in confusion as he has never felt this sensation before, down his abdomen till she is facing her spear tip. With talented tongue and lips she peels back what little foreskin is left on his growing member, sucking ever so precisely along the rim bringing him to a stiffness he has never known before. Its in fact a bit painful as she small mouth only takes in less than half his manhood. Her hands caress his legs while her lips and tongue twist around his shaft. He reaches for her head only for his hand to be smacked away rather painfully.
His legs and ass muscles tighten as he moans, “Nooo, no..nooo,”
He shouts as he grips her shoulders, “No! Not like this!”
A look of genuine surprise comes over Ilsa’s face as she releases his cock from between her glistening lips.
He breathes heavily a moment before saying, “Bed…not…not…not like…a prostitute…I…”
He is knocked back with more force than he would have accepted Ilsa capable of if his mind weren’t so fuzzy.
Ilsa straddles his waist positioning herself above him, while she reaches down to guide him in she *yelps* as Agus flips her onto her back. Looming over her he says, “J…just…like…I…always…wa…want…*oomph*”
With a startling strength Ilsa rolls Agus back onto his back and plunges his meat into her wanton nether lips. She *growls* as she thrusts her body down upon him with such force that he fears his waist will be crushed. She holds his wrists down with the grip of serpents.
Her thrusts are so violent he feels he is the one being penetrated instead of the other way round; this goes so far outside his frame of reference that the woman above appears fuzzy once more. He shakes his head and his vision clears; the creature crushing his lower body while his dick betrays him inside her warmth is not his sister. She is taller, her long hair is blue, her ears pointed, and her face oddly sharp; her eye while blue have the oval pupils of a cat.
His attempts to struggle only make the Elfin she-creature *laugh* and seem to pleasure her even more as her vicious thrusts increase. She *hisses* and *growls*; as best he can describe the inhuman sounds she makes riding his treacherous member. When he releases into her, he feels more than his dick release; its as though his entire body is draining into her; and he blacks out.
Agus awakens, the ceiling above him is the thatched hut of the Snake Witch, chains bind his wrists and ankles. He *moans* as he feels a swirling pressure on his cock. He looks down in horror as something has his cock in its mouth; some horrible thing coming from the murky water below his wooden bed, a long slimy red fleshy thing with a flower bud like head sucking on his cock; this monster that he could best described as the bastard spawn of an octopus tentacle, a snake, and a vine is milking his dick; squeezing from the base and pulling up with sickening slurps while the inside of the soft thing massaging his cock in swirling circles.
A pain in his palm, the red gem clinched in his fist, he releases the gem from his grasp. As it rolls on the wooden slap where he is imprisoned above the murky waters everything goes black. He awakens again this time fully clothed and lying on a normal bed, albeit sitting on a ziggurat island out of the murky water, not far off is his wooden boat from the Blue Lake, tied to a post at the base of the ziggurat.
As he stands up, a bit weak in the knee a voice comes from all around him, the voice of the Snake Witch, “You have performed well in your task.”
She manifests from the center of the bed; which melts into shadow, reforming around her as her throne. He backs up instinctively; reaching for a sword that is not on his person; but rather down in his boat. The giantess of a witch holds out her hand, the red gem in her grasp, “return to your village of birth mortal; there you will find a silver boat with no sail; it will be guarded by two metal golems that will only allow you to pass. Stand upon the boat and announced your destination and it will take you there. This boat can pierce the veil of the Elfin Island as you wish; although I find your quest a foolish one…”
She eyes the gem and smiles, “A bargain is a bargain.”
Thus it was that the hero Agus returned to his village, its people fearful of the metal behemoths that stood by the shore. What was there Agus would hardly call a boat, while larger than a raft the odd thing was made of no material he was familiar with. It had a pointed and covered tip and flat back; while painted silver it reminded him of a spear head of sorts. There was room for but one man to stand upon it behind the covered part; for which there was a door but it was firmly locked and sealed by some magic. The people watched through windows as Agus boarded the vessel, the golems vanishing like ghosts as the silver painted boat moved of its own accord upon Agus doing as the Snake Witch said and stating aloud his destination.
The boat moves through the thick fog surrounding the Elfin Island, within the fog changes to all manner of colors, more vibrant than even the brightest rainbow; it’s all a bit much for his mind to handle and he covers his eyes in fear of going insane. He does not reopen his eyes until he hears and feels the boat come to a stop upon the shore. He stricken by what he sees; he had expected some desolate rock, instead before him is a paradise of grass, fruit covered vines growing around many lattices, marble poles decorated with statues of beautiful women seemingly wearing bed sheet robes and fantastic beasts; some even of women with the fantastic beasts; including a massive fountain that might as well be depicting an orgy of mermaids and dragons.
“How do you come here?” asks a woman’s voice.
Agus turns to see a short and beautiful woman with dark black hair, shark like eyes, and sharply pointed ears wearing black robes of the same style as the statues.
“Witch of the Elfin Island?” asks Dorkaring.
“I am called that yes,” says the woman, “now answer my question…male…how is it that you come to defile my island with your presence?”
Dorkaring pulls out his sword, “Vile witch and temptress I come for my sister Ilsa! You abducted her from the Cliffs of Silent Songs!”
“Oh yes,” says the witch not seeming to pay any mind to his sword, “Ilsa, my latest employee, I did not abduct her young man, she called to me. I merely hired her.”
“You dare!” yells Agus, “you dare say my sister gave her freedom, fled her village and people, and me…her own brother forever! For that I will…”
“Telek,” whispers the witch.
Agus finds himself unable to move, frozen impossibly in motion.
“I will show you then,” says the witch as a frightful smile crosses her face.
With a few whispers she then utters aloud, “Telekinetic Hold.”
With a motion of her hand she levitates Agus and makes him follow her, his sword however is lifted from his hands and left to the ground which magically swallows it. Agus can move his eyes as he is taken, thankful now that he had not stepped upon the grass; as it seems it was a defense against outsiders; what luck indeed that he walked along the marble paths and steps.
He is taken into a marble building through what is clearly a back entrance. The Witch looks around and whispers an enchantment that renders Agus invisible. As they venture further in the sounds of women laughing can be heard, Agus can see large bathhouses; not something he would be familiar with filled with women, but not all of normal sizes. He sees a group of human women scrubbing down a giantess on one side of a steaming pool while on the other a giantess with serrated gills for ears and a blue scaled serpent’s lower body is being washed by a group of human girls, their towels scrubbing down her scales. He can see from the corner of his eye the dragon woman leaning back in relaxed pleasure as a human scrubs her breasts with the towel.
“Here,” whispers the witch opening a secret door in the wall, “Your sister Ilsa is scheduled to help a very important guest to my bathhouse today. You will see with your own eyes what kind of girl your sister truly is, and that she is indeed happy upon my island you foul creature.”
The go behind a window, “A one way viewing,” says the witch, “on the other side this looks like part of the wall. I have these to observe my employees in secret and my guests of course to make sure everything is going…well.”
Her words are caked with a strange lust in Agus’ ears as she sets him down allowing him to move once more; that is except for his legs which seem frozen in place by unseen and warm to the touch ice.
“Only I may be come back here to watch,” says the witch, “anyone else will activate my traps so that I may catch them disobeying me.”
The witch props open the secret door and looks around in the hall, “Now I must go and greet my guest, cannot let this one go un-greeted by the proprietor of the bathhouse.”
Agus watches as he is stuck in place, watches the large marble tile floor room with a sizable rectunagular ornate bath in the floor right in the middle of the room. The entire room is ornate yet simple. He watches as five women enter the room, gorgeous women of lithe yet bosom figures and long hair; one of which is his sister. Ilsa stands with two others off to the side while the other two stand by the bath, setting down a tub with sponges and other foreign cleaning instruments Agus is not truly familiar with.
He screams for his sister, “Ilsa! Ilsa! Can you not here me! It is your brother! Agus!” his screams are meaningless as he cannot hear them and they cannot hear him. He can only watch as a tall woman, not so tall as to be inhuman but certainly taller than most women he has known, enters the room. She is clad in the clothes of a sorceress, tight and revealing covering only part of her abdomen and chest, her legs and feet with hiking boots, and her back via a long cape with a red lining on the inside and black on the outside. The woman only gestures and her clothes seem to melt away into her cape, her cape remains to be removed by hand which she folds and places into a basket by the door; eyeing the Witch who had imprisoned Agus there in a manner that makes him wander if this woman trusts the witch.
The woman enters the bath and leans on the edge, brushing her disturbingly dark red hair over the side. Agus notices that his sister and the two beside her have bottles of strange lotions and brushes with them; they remain still while the woman in the bath’s hair extends like the tendrils of some sea beast; turning a deep black as they grow. The hair settles while one of the other two by his sister picks up a snake like thing (a shower head and a hose) and washes down the hair with its rain like sprinkling. Ilsa and the other one brush the hair as the lather in the soapy lotions and shampoos.
Agus inadvertinly reaches towards his own crotch as he watches the other two women scrubbing the woman’s arms, shoulders, and legs with the sponges. Her body floats impossibly on the water as though she were a log, or else resting upon the surface as one may rest on grass to give the women in the pool with her plenty of room to lather her abdomen and breasts, rinsing them down by squeezing the sponges and rubbing them clean. The woman’s smile says it all to Agus, this is all for her pleasure.
Agus catches himself as his fingers reach for his cock, pushing his hands away and clinching his fists in disgust at himself for being aroused at the sight of all these women together serving this one woman; although he would give just about anything to be in her place right now.
He catches a glowing gleam in the woman’s dark blue eyes, and a giggle from the girls as she floats back down into the pool properly and wraps her arms around the two in with her bringing them close against her. Her smile is one of animalistic lust. Agus’s attention however is drawn elsewhere as a loud *gasp* comes from one of the other three. The woman’s long midnight dark hair has risen up like serpents, extending to incredible lengths and wrapping around the three women. The one who gasped did so because the hair looped around her waist and between her legs and tightened up; the second is on her knees smiling as she brushing a length of hair bundled together like several tentacles as they wrap around her body, *purring* as one bundle goes between her soapy breasts. She slickens it with her mouth to a point as she spreads her legs, all the while brushing the hair. Like a quick serpent it stretches from her grasp and shoots down between her legs with its slicken tip. She *giggles* as it teases around her labia and rubs against her nether opening. The other woman is continuing to wash the hair while being held by it even as it rubs along her body, feeling every inch of her flesh. She is sure to spray herself and cover her own body with the lotions to insure the hair is cleaned while entangling her.
The other two women are kissing the woman, both at the same time, even as she exchanges them between each other. Guiding them with her hands on their heads. She stops one from bringing her lips to the woman’s tits; however only briefly as the woman blows a blue breath upon the water; which glows for a second and then is clear, no signs of soap within it. She leans back as she guides both women to her breasts. The sight before Agus is an inhuman lesbian orgy.
Agus is a bit pleased to find that during all this his sister has been simply standing there in disbelief watching everything; however in the commotion there is a bundle of hair wrapped around her waist beneath her robes. Agus pleads in prayer that nothing comes of this; but even while being pleasured and somehow manipulating her hair to vigorously entangle and fuck the two behind her, the woman’s eyes turn to Ilsa, with a smile and a slight gesture the robe vanishes as those of the other’s had. Ilsa bends over and *gasps*, as a tendril/bundle of hair laps over her labia with a gentle brushing, back and forth with tender flicks. Ilsa’s hips buckle as her juices wet the hair further, slicking it, allowing it to go deeper on each stroked across her womanly pleasures. Ilsa would fall to her knees, but the hair around her waist is guiding her closer to the pool, the woman within *licking* her lips Ilsa’ glistening pussy.
Something deep within Agus burns, starting in his loins and working to his extremities; a power within him he has never known; nor ever could have known. Unbeknownst to Agus a seed was planted into his urethra by the tendril of the Snake Witch while being held by her; a seed that dissolved within him; granting him the power to break the Witch of the Elfin Isle’s magic. The invisible ice shatters and Agus with the impossible strength granted him leaps through the barrier before him surprising all the women in the pool, save for the guest who only eyes him with annoyance.
The women would flee from the sigh of this man, except that the bathhouse guest holds them tight still; while no longer fucking them, they are still held by her arms and hair. An observable individual would notice a faint blue glow around the hair and women held in the arms; as they do. The two on the floor practically hiding behind the hair, and the two in the bath hugging tight to the guest; these four have bathed this one before.
“Ilsa!” yells out Agus as a blue glows comes over him.
The Witch runs into the room hearing the commotion and stops dead in her tracks seeing Agus glowing with a spiritual energy, a blade forms in his hand becoming a silver sword.
“Ilsa!” yells Agus again, “I’ve come to bring you back to the village, back…with me!”
“Brother,” whispers Ilsa stepping forward, feeling the hair around her waist loosen as she steps forward.
Agus has no eyes for anything else in the room, not even noticing the With feeling ill from his light or that the figure in the pool is watching him with bemused attention.
“No Agus,” whispers Ilsa, before shouting, “No! I…am not…I am not your’s! I am not any man’s! I don’t…I don’t want to go back!”
Tears roll down her cheeks, “The women hate me! The men all think I’m…I’m cattle to be bought and kept…I don’t want it…I don’t….I want my own life…I…”
“Nonsense!” shouts Agus glowing brighter, the light making the Witch nearly faint by the door, “You are under a spell! I will take you back!”
He brandishes the sword and starts to walk over to her.
“That will be enough of that.” says the woman in the pool nonchalantly.
Her hair and body become darkness darker than any night Agus has ever seen, flowing as smoke, fire, water, and wind as one she pulls away from the girls and stands in the center of his vision. If he were observant he would notice a black flash coming from the basket where the cape was kept. The darkness fills much of the room blocking Agus view of the women backing up behind it around Ilsa, a darkness so beyond black as to see both like an object before him as well as a hole; a maddening depth of oblivion. The light around his body is pulled from him and sucked into the abyss of a body; great blue eyes flash as miniature suns as the figure collects back into its human form.
Standing before Agus now is the sorceress, her clothing as it was when she entered the room complete with cape upon her back, and her hair about mid-length down her back and a deep red.
“I’ll kill anyone who stands in my way!” shouts Agus as he charges the women with the sword.
In a blink so fast Agus could not register it the sword is snapped in the woman’s hand and Agus is thrown back near the rubble of the wall he smashed through.
He watches as the sword melts into glowing blue flakes that float into the woman’s mouth. She licks her lips in an obscene manner, a devilish gleam in her eyes.
“I know this magic,” says the woman, “it was not this boy’s own.”
The woman *laughs* between closed lips and looks over at the witch as she rights herself,
“So…tell me…little witch of the bathhouse are you keeping these women as brainwashed slaves?”
“I…” stats the Witch, “You came here…our bargain…you….you have no right to question me, this…this is not your domain!”
The guest’s eyes glow fiercely as she turns her attention to the Witch, “Our bargain little creature is that I will use your bathhouse, pay you well as any shall, and if I so choose may take one of your employees as my own; a bargain they should know, and I can sense if they wish to leave you. Are you telling me little creature of the bathhouse that you planted a girl among my bathers who you…knew…I would not choose….”
She points at Agus, “in order to rile up this…man…whom you allowed to watch me bathe?”
The Witch stammers as she realizes that she did indeed breach the contract with this sorceress.
“You would break a contract with me,” says the woman, “you would dare allow some filthy man to watch me bathe…you would try to manipulate the situation assuming to know what my choice would be if any for my personal staff…the bargain that I agreed to, to turn my attention away from your practices for this…tithe.”
The guest looks around, “I shall take payment for your insult little creature…all…all these girls shall come with me.”
The four beside Ilsa are wide eyed and smiling, Ilsa has never bathed this woman before but her own experiences have not been so wholly unpleasant save for the condescending treatment of some of the creatures that come here she has had to wait on.
The witch stands and *growls*, “No! You…” and idea comes to the Witch as an evil smiles crosses her face. She stands straight with arms crossed, “This bathhouse, this island is not merely upon this tiny world, it is part of Misaline’s domain…oh yes…and as everyone knows she is rated as the most powerful Sorceress in all of existence and you…”
“What foolish madness do you speak!” shouts the guest, her eyes crackling lightning, her voice speaking azure flames, darkness and light swirl about her as a single form.
She turns towards the Witch, “I am the Storm of Chaos!”
With a grand gesture the room darkens and countless shadows spin and slither and fly from all directions taking the forms of great serpents, eels, things with the heads of griffens, and tendril vines covered in many colored eyes, a rainbow of nightmares, a great wind blasting from the darkness that cones around the woman like a still tornado of liquid madness.
Not far off in another bath, despite the spells that keep the sounds from crossing rooms the giantess turns in fright in the direction of the commotion; the dragon queen with her sips a giant cup of tea and laughs, “Seems our hostess has at last offended her most highest of patrons, took longer than I had bet.”
“Yes you won your bet,” says the giantess, “but is it safe to remain here.”
The dragon queen looks about the room at the women, “Hmmm, perhaps we should take what we can and be gone?”
They both smile at each other as they rise from the water.
Back in the room the Witch stammers, “b…but…I thought…they…they said…”
“I am the Storm of Chaos.” says the guest, “the Cataclysm of Creation, do not mistake the actress for her characters little creature. If not for your other patrons, servants elsewhere, and my own benevolence in such a matter I would simply take all the girls here and reduce your island to a crater on the sea floor for daring to rile me in such a manner when I was so relaxed!”
“N…no…” stammers Agus standing.
The guest pulls back all the darkness at an astonishing speed and raises an eyebrow looking at the man.
“After what you have seen mortal you dare to speak to me again?” asks the guest, “Your quest is over, the spiritual power borrowed to you and your mystic weapon both devoured…by that which stands before you now; the Witch you came to fight cowers before me; I am not of this world little mortal of the soil and cold waters, by what power do you pretend to rise up and deny me?”
“I…” says Agus, “I do not, I know your kind. You want something, a bargain, a…trade. I will do whatever it is you ask, go after whatever you ask, any task. I will brave it in exchange for my sister.”
“Is this an offer of heroics to prove your worth of her or a trade of goods that you seek?”
“I have nothing to prove to a woman,” says Agus, “magic or not, now name your price for Ilsa?”
The guest’s eyes narrow, a darkness fills the room and she is gone, as are the four women and Ilsa.
Agus looks about the room and turns to the witch, “Where? Where has that witch taken my sister?”
“Beyond your reach little boy,” scowls the Witch.
“Then…you…” starts Agus.
“Beyond my reach as well,” says the Witch, “I have no desire to lose my life over a small handful of bath maidens, my only gamble was to play to her role…but she…my spies are fools who will be punished.”
She turns to Agus, “but as for you…”
A maiden rushes from the hall *huffing*
“What is the matter?” asks the Witch, “can you not see I have a situation here to deal with…”
“Another situation?” asks the maiden looking into the room seeing the smashed wall and the man and no signs of the guest or other girls that should be there, “Mistress…the Giantess and the Dragon from Jenna…they…they ditched out on their payment and took about twenty to thirty of the bath maidens with them!”
“Damnation!” shouts the Witch, “They must have sensed the commotion and took advantage of it…I will have word with my higher up indeed on that one…”
“and about this guest?” asks the maiden.
“No,” says the Witch, “forget this situation, that other we can deal with, this guest…forget about it. I will clean up this mess myself.”
The maiden bows and heads off.
The witch points her claw like finger at Agus, “You…because of you coming here I have lost so much…if I hadn’t put Ilsa…No…you…because of you and teaching you a lesson I have lost servants, the chances I will get any of them back is near impossible! The mistress of the mansion will only laugh at me!”
She looks around, “Damn, damn, damn it all to the depths of the true Hell…”
She looks at Agus, “I will need to replace those servants…it could take decades or centuries to get that many to bargain with me on this and…the other worlds.”
A wicked thought comes to her, “Perhaps I have other options to increase my staff size,”
She points at Agus, “this is your fault so you will be the first; yes…to take your sister’s place!”
Agus takes but two steps before a swirl of green mist flying from the witch’s hand strikes his face, placing him under a sleep spell.
Agus awakens in a strange place, it reminds him of when he awoke in the Snake Witch’s pit, except this time the wooden slap is angled up and he is held down via shackles. But something else is wrong, his body feels wrong, he is not certain specifically what as its all over. His clothes fit loosely, his chest feels heavier, his legs, arms, and stomach tingle against his rough clothes, it’s not an increase of sensitivity, but everything feels different in a manner that is hard to describe like he can feel everything more, like more painful or less painful…just more. He moves his head and it pulls on his hair; it’s clearly longer than before.
“How long have I been down here,” he thinks.
A light appears and he sees a figure before him.
“Ilsa!” he shouts, stopping as his voice comes out shriller.
His eyes twitch looking down at his own bosoms and hairless body and back up realizing he is looking at himself in a mirror; which is not the only disorientating things; it is clear the witch has turned him into a woman; her words ringing in his ears “to take your sister’s place!”; however things look different; not clearer per say only the colors around him seem to have more contrasts and while he lacks the words to describe it things look brighter, sharper even like finer details than he would normally notice are sticking out to him. He does not know why.
“By now you realize I have turned you into a woman,” says the Witch stepping out from behind the mirror, “a gender change can be a very disorientating thing; count yourself lucky I did while you were asleep; I hear the shock can drive your mind mad when it happens while you are awake. Your mind has had time to adjust its self, subconsciously of course; your conscious mind…what am I bothering for you’re a barbarian, explaining the intricate differences will be pointless…you have eternity to figure them out for yourself anyway.”
“Foul witch!” shrieks Agus, her voice coming out much louder and tighter than he intended, his throat feels different like a lump is missing that he never noticed before.
“Now now,” says the witch, “you are my new maiden, you are lucky human, I’ve granted you immortality and all it cost you was your penis…and differences in bone structure, nerve structure, ocular structure, neural mapping structure, glandular structure, and…”
She stops seeing a confused look on his face, “…and balance and…body mass; basically how you see, feel, and can even move have changed in ways no man could have imagined. What you saw as weakness you shall experience yourself and…”
She walks over to Agus, “my my, you really did turn into almost the spitting image of your sister didn’t you.”
She runs her hand over Agus abdomen sending a shock through her system that makes her try to hunch up.
“Ooooh,” says the witch, “a virgin in every way, never even touched in this new body”
She claps her hands and chants a strange alien tune and Agus clothes vanish, replaced by frilly garbs, a metal and cloth chest piece that straps around her back in a somewhat uncomfortable way, even making her back itch a little as it presses down and off in place her shoulder blades, almost afraid the strap might fall down. The front her breasts are squished and pushed up; a sensation Agus has never known, it’s not wholly uncomfortable, just…odd, as he has never felt a weight on his chest being supported before, and the material against his nipples tickles in a pleasant way that is a bit distracting; even distracting from the skirt around her waist and soft panties pressed against sensitive smooth skin.
Agus *gasps* at the pleasure of the witch running her hand over her smooth thigh and leg. Not just from the smoothness, an inner sensation that shoots up and makes her crotch jolt; something he never knew a woman’s privates could do.
“I see you enjoy your new body,” says the witch, “you will make a fine bathhouse servant; a body that has never felt the rough world of man, a body smooth from its creation.”
Agus glares at the witch, “I am a man…I…mmm,”
The witch runs her hand up the inner thigh, spread apart by the shackles on the ankles.
“Your body is fresh,” says the Witch, “you have not learned like a woman your age would have learned to filter the world, even the slightest touch…”
Her fingers press down on the panties above the vaginal slit.
“huuuuuhhhh” *gasps* Agus wide eyed and wide of mouth, she can feel a wetness escaping her.
“Did I just piss myself?” she gasps.
“No,” says the Witch…she eyes her, “you were a man. Don’t tell me you took women dry? Barbarian.”
She stands before Agus and places her palms over the legs running them up the smooth surface making Agus *moan*. The witch stops on the upper thighs and presses her thumbs gently into the inner thighs on either side of the labia.
Agus releases a wide eyed *huhhuhhuhhuh* as the witch rotates her thumbs gently in the flesh here. The Witch watches Agus face in amusement, the blushing, the sweating, even some drooling and tears. She smiles and then leans down, running her long inhuman tongue up the length of the panties over the center of the pussy, only barely parting the lips with the soaked pink panties and pressing down with thumbs and tongue as she passes over the clit.
Agus *screams ooooooooOOOOOOHHHHH!* and soaks the panties completely with her vaginal juices.
Agus is drained, never experiencing anything like that before in what was “his” life. She *pants*, sweat beating down her face and chin and breasts. The witch makes Agus whole body convulse by running her fingers just slightly over the soaked panties. She runs her fingers over Agus’s lips, the mixture of saltyness and sweetness foreign to Agus, not simply because of the new sense of taste, but simply because as a he she was always a selfish lover.
The Witch leans and whispers into Agus ear, “I was thinking of calling you Agusa, but I am thinking Virginia is a better name.”
The name means nothing to Agus, she has no idea the Witch was using a translation spell so he would understand her, but it doesn’t matter the name means something to the witch and amuses her.
The Witch calls over to Elf maidens who were watching the whole thing to take Virginia down from the rack and escort her to her room; which she will be locked inside of and allowed nothing to allow her to harm herself should the male ego and reckless sense of honor of his culture interfere with the Witch’s plans. But just in case she whispers to Virginia, “what you experienced was only a basic orgasm for a woman, there is so much more to learn about the secrets your body holds, giving and receiving pleasures your rough male form could never have imagined.”
They escort Virginia away while the Witch smiles *smugly* to herself, “this plan may work out better than I thought. I know more than a few spirits and mystical beings who will pay well to have such a sensitive maiden to themselves…and some especially if I told them she used to be a man, oh why didn’t I think of this before.”