If you do not like bondage, fem-dom, light-to-moderate S&M, meaningless lesbian sex, TG story cliches, or unrealistic science-fiction scenes in TG stories, then I sincerely urge you to skip this story and not leave a review. Also, if grammatical mistakes get your panties all in a bunch, you might want to skip this story. While I do believe I can be creative, I do not use an editor and am not a skilled writer.

This is the second of the Inner Realm of Tioga stories. If you have not read the first, I suggest that you give it a try; however, I have tried to make this story stand on its own so it will make sense for those of you who want to read it but haven't read the first Tioga story (I also provided a little background so you have an idea of what happened in the first story). I tried to make this story shorter (one of the problems with the first Tioga story is the pacing) but it just didn't work. The more I thought and wrote, the deeper I delved into the Tioga forest, the Inner Realm, and the lives of my characters. This story includes a larger cast of characters; hopefully they will be distinct enough for the reader to keep them separate.

I want to thank all of the people who have left kind or helpful reviews of my previous stories. Finally, a special thanks goes out to Denver, the author of the Tabor and Emerson Industries stories. The first Tabor story was the story that got me to start writing again, and it was the sole inspiration for the Inner Realm of Tioga stories.

Finally, I must confess that many of the ideas for this story (and even several quotes) came from the play, "A midsummer night's dream." If you are familiar with the play and its symbolism, you may just gain an insight into this story that others will not.

I hope you enjoy!

Jodie
xoxo

 

 

Summary of The Inner Real Of Tioga

The Inner Realm of Tioga tells the story of three law school drop outs who set off on a trip across the country. Several days after leaving Massachusetts, the three young men stop at a tavern in a little town in northern Pennsylvania, just east of Tioga county. There, they meet a group of local men. The locals tell the three travelers stories about Alexandra Tioga, a ghost-witch who supposedly haunts the woods along parts of the Tioga River. The three young men ignore the locals' warnings and end up camping deep in the woods near the Tioga River.

After a couple of days, strange things begin to happen. One of the young men, Leslie, gets the feeling that he is being watched. A few moments later he feels a mysterious, powerful, invisible female presence next to him. Later, he finds an erotic drawing in his notebook with a cryptic message inviting him to "the mansion."

Just as the travelers are about to leave the area, a huge storm hits and the three become separated. One of the guys, Justin, gets lost in the woods. He begins to sense that he is being stalked by some unnatural force. While running through the woods in the pouring rain, he stumbles upon a path which ends up leading him to an old, dark mansion where he takes shelter. While inside the mansion, he sees a strange woman standing out in the rain and staring at him. He ends up hiding in a room upstairs and in the middle of the mansion. Soon he finds that he is locked in the room. Out of boredom, he ends up playing a meaningless game of chess with what he thinks is a poorly programmed computer. But as it turns out, his opponent is much more savvy than he thinks, and ends up "locking" Justin into a high-stakes, winner-take-all chess match.

Dave, one of the other travelers, ends up meeting a beautiful, charming woman, Arana, who is camping out in the woods by herself. Soon Dave finds himself entangled in a diabolical web of seduction, betrayal, and transformation. His sexual obsession for women is used against him in an incredibly insidious scheme and ends up sealing his fate.

The third traveler, Leslie, is awoken in the middle of an erotic dream (in which he is playing the part of a seductive woman preparing her male lover for sex) by a tremendous wind and an ear-piercing hissing noise. He is chased through the forest to the mansion. He enters the mansion and hides in an upstairs closet. He decides to wait until morning to try to seek help. But in the dark, he is drawn to something magical. Before he realizes what he is doing, he sprays himself with a magical perfume--a perfume of special significance. After feeling tremendously painful and strange sensations in his body, Leslie's mind begins to slip into a euphoric state caused by the perfume. He heads out into the mansion to try to see what has happened to his body. Eventually, he discovers that he has been turned into a woman by the perfume.

Soon after his discovery, he is physically overpowered by a succubus. The succubus rips off Leslie's clothes and forces him into bondage. She casts a spell on him and pulls him through some kind of portal which leads to the Inner Realm of Tioga.

Later, Leslie is alone in a dark corridor filled with chambers resembling old prison cells. As he walks along, he hears noises coming from one of the chambers. He peeks in through a hole and sees a strong, beautiful woman using a strap-on to push her female partner to the point of physical exhaustion. The tired woman seems to be fighting a mental battle with herself as her aggressive partner pounds away with incredible stamina. Something about the scene seems terribly wrong. Leslie pulls himself away and moves on.

Soon Leslie finds himself standing before Alexandra Tioga. Leslie is horrified as Ms. Tioga explains the significance of the perfume he sprayed on himself earlier (the perfume did far more to Leslie than just turn him into a woman). She then tells him that if he has an orgasm as a woman, he will never be able to change back. Does he escape? Does he find Justin and Dave? Do any of them escape? If so, as men, or as women? Read the story to find out.

A few years later, another group of travelers stops at the pub in Canton. They too hear the tales about Alexandra Tioga. But this time, Dave, Leslie, and Justin are part of the tale. As it turns out, Dave's Jeep was found after the young men disappeared. The locals assumed that they were spirited away by Ms. Tioga.

The new group of travelers consists of three young women (Felicia, Kate, and Heather) and two men (Malcomb and Anthony). Instead of explaining their relationships in the forward, I have included the last few pages of the Inner Realm of Tioga to start this story. Our new group of travelers is at a tavern in Canton, Pennsylvania, just east of the Tioga forest.

 

Forward

(From the Inner Realm of Tioga)

"And there was another time--bout three years ago it was--when these three young outtatowners were sitting at this very table. Three boys, they were a just a little older than y'all, probably in their mid to late twenties--headed out West. I told them not to go anywhere near the Tioga area, and I don't think they intended to," old man Ted said, with a pensive look. He shook his head and continued, "Anywho, they walked outta here and were never seen again. Their Jeep showed up a few weeks later on the southern edge of town. They didn't find anything in the car: no gear, no food, no nothin'...cept for women's things and other weird stuff."

"Like what?" A young, pretty woman with shoulder-length light-brown hair asked. She was on the edge of her seat with curiosity.

"Well, miss Felicia...please pardon my language, I'm a conservative ole man, but...it was sex stuff...and handcuffs...pictures of wimen tie-yin up other wimen...that sorta thing," he responded. Felicia's jaw dropped open and she blushed. Ted changed the subject quickly. "They never did find those boys again. Anywho...like I was sayin...some people around here, including us Round Table folk, believe that it was the ghost of Alexandra Tioga."

"Sounds kinky to me old-timer," another young woman interjected with a sly smile on her slightly mysterious face. She was pretty, in a dark and serious way--like a good-looking but cold and calculating businesswoman. She had beautiful, shoulder-length dark hair that curled slightly at the ends. She appeared to be in her early twenties. Her name was Heather, she was one of Felicia's close friends and traveling companions.

"Heather!" Felicia admonished, flashing her friend a look of feigned reproach. She turned back to old man Ted. "Please pardon my friend's attitude...she can be a bit crass. Anyway, I just can't help asking: what do you suppose that woman, Ms. Tioga, what do you think she did with those boys?"

"Lord knows....lord knows," he said in a hushed voice shaking his head.

 

Felicia and Heather joined up with the others at the bar: Anthony, Malcomb, and Kate. The five of them were part of a group of recent college graduates that were traveling across the country together (the other three, Quince, Danny, and Kevin, hadn't left New York yet). They had made a slight detour to visit Heather's aunt who lived just east of Canton, Pennsylvania. They had stopped at a tavern in Canton for lunch, and ended up talking with Ted and one of the other round tablers.

"Is everyone ready to go?" Kate asked, trying her hardest not to sound huffy, as she knotted her long blonde hair into a pretty ponytail. She was a gorgeous sorority-girl type, was slightly snobby, but was not quite high-maintenance. She was slightly above average height, had a beautiful body--thin but still curvy. She too was one of Felicia's close friends.

"Whatever you say princess!" Heather said dramatically, flashing Kate a malicious look with her dark, fiery eyes. It was clear that she was annoyed with Kate. "Come on boys...we better get out of here before Kate unleashes the sorority witch within," she said to Anthony and Malcomb.

"Come on Heather, you don't gotta be like that," Malcom said with a smile as he hopped down off his stool. He took Heather buy the arm and walked her toward the door. Anthony, on the other hand, was trying very hard to stifle his laughter; he got a kick out of watching Heather pick on Kate. The three walked outside together and left Felicia and Kate at the bar.

"Leash, I am really being a bitch? I'm trying to be good," Kate said truthfully.

"No, no, you're fine," Felicia responded in a caring voice. "I think you've been on your best behavior the last few days. Even Anthony said he thinks you've been terrific, and he wouldn't say it if it weren't true, trust me."

"Then why is Heather being so nasty to me?" Kate asked.

Felicia hunched her head down and cast a furtive look over her shoulder at the door. She turned back to Kate and said in a hushed voice. "Look...I really didn't want to tell you this...I know how homophobic you can be...but...I think she likes you."

"Hmmm?" Kate asked, with a quizzical expression.

"I think she's got a crush on you," Felicia explained with an embarrassed smile. Kate's jaw dropped and her eyes opened wide--she had sweet brown eyes that could make her look innocent at times...and quite naughty in the right situation.

"Noooooh, no, she hates me," Kate said, incredulous.

"I don't think so, darling," Felicia teased, raising her eyebrows and giving Kate a side-long smirk. "She only asked me about 30 times whether or not you were coming on the trip."

"Don't be a goof, she only asked you because she didn't want me to come. She was hoping I wouldn't come."

"Well, that's the way she wanted to make it look anyway. No, she definitely wanted you to come, even if she didn't say it. Trust me. I could see it on her face. I know it," Felicia whispered. Kate still looked doubtful. "Look, you can think whatever you want to think, but I know I'm right. I've known Heather since she was 12; she's like a sister. I know her emotions and her games. She definitely likes you. That's why she's being so catty."

"But you told me that she only likes the butch types," Kate said, sounding worried.

"Obviously it's been a long time since this topic has come up. She used to like only butch girls, but her tastes have kinda changed lately. She became much more feminine last year, much more girly. She's into make-up now, doing her hair, perfume, and all that stuff. She's whatcha call a lipstick lesbian. She likes the feminine types now, the girly girls, the ones like you." Felicia took a sip of her water and pushed it away.

"Why didn't you tell me that she had a...crush...on me before I agreed to go on the trip?" Kate said, raising her voice slightly. She had a pouty, indignant look on her face that made her sweet face look even prettier.

"I wasn't really one-hundred-percent sure until the other day, when I caught her ogling you in your bikini," Felicia laughed. She was enjoying seeing her friend a little squeamish.

"Oh, YUCK!" Kate responded, her face turning crimson. "I can't believe you didn't tell me! I've been undressing in front of her."

"You're so gullible. I'm just teasing about the bikini: I didn't see her ogling you. But I'm serious about her being attracted to you. It's obvious to me. Be careful, she's usually just a harmless little pussy cat. but every so often, she can become--how shall I put it? Ah, yes: persistent."

 

They were back on the road, a mile out of town and heading south. Felicia was driving, Heather was riding shotgun, and Anthony was asleep in the back. Kate and Malcomb were sharing the long seat in the middle of the SUV. The afternoon sun was floating down to the road between the tall, old trees. Kate closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

 

Something was wrong.

Everything was dark, but Kate could feel. She couldn't move her legs: something was binding them tightly together. It was rope. She could feel the rope pressing tightly on her thighs and ankles, chafing her skin. She felt someone's hands holding her arms...and then something tightened around each of her wrists. The hands withdrew from her arms. She tried to move her hands but couldn't: they seemed to be locked to her hips somehow.

"Wrist cuffs..." she heard a woman coo in her ear. The woman's voice had a slight Spanish accent.

"Wrist cuffs?" She heard herself ask in a whisper; her voice sounded muddy, distant. Suddenly, she was pushed onto her back. She tried to stick her arms out to soften the fall, but she still couldn't move them. "Uuffff!" She exclaimed as she landed on something soft. She still couldn't see, but it felt like she was on a bed. She tried to move her arms and legs but was still unsuccessful. A big lump of fear was building in her stomach. "Wait...I should be in the SUV...this must be a dream," she muttered in a trembling voice. She heard a woman laugh in response, somewhere above her in the darkness. The laugh was sinister and almost vengeful. Being of a slightly timorous nature, Kate was terrified by the dark laugh and wanted to wake up immediately. But before she could snap herself out of it, she felt a pair of soft hands on her thighs--caressing, teasing, and kneading her flesh. 'Oh my God...is it that laughing woman? Is she...touching me?' She wondered as she fought hard to wake herself up. Long silky hair fell all over her pelvis and inner thighs, tickling her flesh. Then she felt something soft, warm, and wet on her inner thigh.

'It's her mouth!' A voice inside Kate's head moaned in disgust. She tried to shift her weight but found that she was still restrained. Long, sharp fingernails scratched along her inner thighs. Her fear increased rapidly. She shook her head back and forth a few times and started moaning no, but the hands and mouth persisted; Kate realized that something about them felt awkward...like they were upside down...or coming from the wrong direction. Then she felt two, large, satin-covered protrusions pressing against her bare stomach. Before she had time to think, she felt smooth, creamy skin pressing against her cheeks and satin brushing lightly against her lips. 'What is that?' She thought as the persistent satin rubbed incessantly against her lips. Before she could consider the thought fully, she was distracted by the mouth on her thigh as it gradually started working its way up..toward her pelvis. She tried to block the mouth with her hands, but the wrist cuffs stopped her. Everything was happening so fast! And then she felt the satin press tightly against her lips with firm pressure. She tried to turn to the side, but two thick, firm thighs began squeezing against her cheeks and head, holding her in place. The satin pushed down harder on her mouth and began to wriggle and gyrate; it was moist and had a somewhat musky feminine smell. Then she felt the unmistakable feeling of female lips underneath the taut fabric. "Oh my gosh...I think it's her..VA-JIE-NAH..." She whispered frantically. At the same time, she felt a wet mouth licking her through her panties, searching for her clit.

 

Kate jolted out of her daytime nightmare with a loud gasp. Her heart was pounding and she felt hot. One of her hands shot down to her crotch and the other hand went to her mouth; thankfully nothing was near either spot. She looked around the inside of the SUV: Anthony was still in the way back sleeping, and Felicia was still driving, but Heather and Malcomb had changed places; thus, Heather was now sharing the middle seat with Kate.

Heather was staring at Kate with an odd look that seemed both baleful and mocking. Her dark, piercing eyes made Kate squirm in her seat. Kate realized that she was still touching her crotch and mouth; she removed her hands quickly and turned back toward the window and tried to calm down.

Kate felt the seat beneath her moving a little and was startled to realize that Heather had scooched closer. "What were you dreaming about? Heather asked in a soft, playful voice. The corners of her lips curled up slowly into a subtle yet knowing smile. Her hair looked really cute: most of it was swept up into a giant clip, while the rest hung down around her face.

Kate was taken aback; her mouth opened ever-so-slightly out of mild surprise. Did Heather know? She paused for a few moments and then rolled her eyes to show Heather that she was annoyed with the question. "Nothing," she said cooly, regaining her composure quickly.

"Real-eeee?" Heather answered in a mocking tone with obvious disbelief. Her probing eyes remained fixed on Kate's. A wrestling magazine and Cosmopolitan were lying in her lap but neither of them were open: she was more interested in watching Kate squirm with guilt. Kate ignored her and turned back toward the window. Her heart was still beating rapidly from her nightmare and she could still feel Heather's gaze on her. After a few minutes, Heather shattered the comfortable silence. "What were the wrist-cuffs for, Kate?" She asked in a provocative whisper. Kate's head spun around and she stared at Heather with shock and obvious embarrassment.

"I don't know what you're..." Kate finally started to stammer but stopped midway into the sentence when she realized that Heather was not going to believe her.

"You're blushing," Heather teased in a quiet, sing-song voice. Kate was completely taken off guard: she felt like she had just been caught masturbating. She had no idea how to respond. Her eyes darted from the back of the SUV to the front; the two guys were sleeping and Felicia was listening to something on the radio. Thankfully, no one else in the SUV seemed to be listening to the bizarre conversation. She turned and challenged Heather's gaze head-on.

Heather's eyebrows were still raised and her smile had widened dramatically, as if to say 'I know exactly what you were dreaming about missy!' She didn't flinch a bit and seemed to even enjoy the confrontation. Her knowing smile froze Kate to the core, and after a few seconds, Kate's serious gaze broke down inadvertently into a shy, pleading smile. "Hhm," Heather huffed triumphantly, as if all of her unspoken suppositions had been confirmed. She folded her arms and continued to stare at Kate as if she were waiting for an explanation. Having lost the encounter, Kate turned back toward the window.

'Damn! She obviously knows about the nightmare. I must have been talking in my sleep!' Kate thought, keeping her blushing face glued on the window. 'Oh...how embarrassing...how weird.' All she could do was remain silent and hope that Heather would stop taunting her. There was a long pause and then Kate heard Heather flipping through one of her magazines. 'Thank goodness,' she thought, breathing a small sigh of relief.

"You shouldn't be ashamed: bondage can be fun and sensual, I know from experience," Heather said quietly.

Kate's heart rate started to go up again, and her face turned crimson. She could feel the blood heating up in her apple red cheeks. "What did you say?" She asked, turning to Heather, trying to sound righteous and indignant. What she saw startled her: Heather wasn't looking at the magazine at all, she was just flipping the pages and was still starring right at Kate.

"Giving up control is fun and exciting...leaving yourself at someone else's mercy...letting them have their way with you. Especially with a woman...who knows what she's doing," Heather said in a slightly sexual tone. Once again, Kate was caught speechless; her mouth was dry and her muscles were tense. Heather kept the pressure on and moved closer so that her face was right in front of Kate's. "You wanna know something," she cooed, her voice turning blatantly sexual, "it sounded like you were dreaming about bondage....and some girl on girl action....some girl on girl sixty-nine action to be precise." She was eyeing Kate lasciviously now and making her feel very uncomfortable. "And it sounded like you were the one in the wrist-cuffs and the rope....and the one on the bottom."

"That's so gross!" Kate hissed in a nervous whisper, recoiling back into the door.

"I don't think so, I think it's sexy. But don't get your panties all in a bunch, after all, it was just a dream," Heather finished, winking at Kate and moving back to her side of the seat. A few seconds later she leaned over to the front seat and tapped Felicia's shoulder. "Hey, do you want me to take over for a couple hours?" She asked.

 

About 30 minutes later, everyone was asleep except for Heather. She was driving. She adjusted the rear-view mirror so she could get a nice view of Kate's thighs. Oh...how she wanted her. She had had the hots for the cute blonde for almost a year. 'Oh what do I see in her?' She thought, frustrated, but knowing the answer all too well. She thought Kate was brilliant, gorgeous, stylish in her dress, ultra feminine (in a womanly--not little girl--way) and, downright sexy. And surprisingly, they had lots of things in common: they liked the same music, the same writers, the same movies, and even the same poetry. Of course, Kate didn't know this.

But, at the same time, they were both so different: Kate was so mainstream (she had even been in a sorority, which really bothered Heather); Heather was feminine, but much more athletic than Kate (Kate was a purely aerobics girl); and of course, Heather preferred girls and women. Also, Heather was much more open-minded and was a Democrat (Kate dressed like a slutty Republican who was conservative about everything except for her hem-lines, tight, revealing outfits, and taste in music).

Heather tried to fantasize about making love to the conservative girl--what it would be like to introduce her to the world of oral pleasure like only an experienced lesbian woman could--but something else was on her mind, something that had been bothering her, making her anxious and edgy, all day.

(It was the woman with the scepter and the strange purple necklace who she had seen in her dreams earlier in the day.)

Heather slowed down the SUV and pulled over to the side of the road. She couldn't explain why, but she had an overwhelming need to go west. She gave in to the desire and did a quick 180. Once she had turned the SUV around, she felt much better. About a mile down the road, she took a quick left onto a smaller road that headed west...toward the Tioga woods.

Once she felt better, she began fantasizing again. She took another peak at the sleeping beauty in the back and wondered what she would look like naked, cuffed, shackled, and gagged. 'Not totally naked...I'd make her wear a chastity belt,' she thought with devilish lust. 'Maybe even give her a hit of ex and some Viagra to go with it.' The thought made her shiver with delight.

She let her mind linger on the fantasy for a few miles and then focused on the road. Her grip tightened on the steering wheel. She was behind the wheel now. In control.

Just the way she liked it.

 

 

The Inner Realm Of Tioga II:

A Midsummer Night's Nightmare

Part 1

 

It was a hot, humid mid-summer night in the Tioga forest--a huge dense forest in northern Pennsylvania just west of the border between Tioga and Bradford counties. The forest and the surrounding area once belonged entirely to the Tioga family.

According to local legend, the forest was haunted by a ghost-witch named Alexandra Tioga-the last of a coven of witches that dated back to medieval times.

Somewhere, deep in the forest, hidden in a secluded dell, sat the Tioga Mansion. Some of the Tioga and Bradford locals claimed the mansion was filled with secret candle-lit passageways, impossibly long staircases, and twisting and turning hallways. It was said that the mansion's insides were entirely incongruous with its simple yet huge and imposing facade-that some rooms, and even entire wings, would exist one day and disappear the next, taking with them anyone unlucky enough to be present at the time: visitors who could not escape due to confusion, disorientation, powerful spells, or intense physical bondage. It was said that the proprietor used the mansion to waylay travelers and do wicked things to them.

Regardless of the mansion's tumultuous past, all was quiet inside the mansion on this night. The rooms, hallways, and windows were smothered in darkness despite the fact that a bright, full moon lit up the entire sky outside. But the mansion felt alive just the same, filled with some sort of unnatural energy which seemed to radiate from the back of the dark structure. It was as if the mansion were anxiously awaiting someone-some unlucky wayfarer who had lost his or her way in the dark unforgiving forest.

At the stroke of midnight, a bright purple light flashed in the back of the mansion. A door-sized rectangular shape appeared at the foot of the back staircase which led up to the mansion's main turret. Millions of tiny purple, lavender, lilac, blue, pink, and black spots pulsated and danced wildly inside the rectangular shape. All of a sudden, there was a horrible ripping sound which broke the mansion's silence ruthlessly. A strong gust of wind burst forth from the rectangular shape. The wind howled through the dark mansion, pushing down the long narrow hallways and swirling up the numerous staircases.

A human shape appeared in the portal. The shape was outlined in a glowing pink color and was unmistakably female. Wreathed in the portal's pulsating spots, the shape stepped forward through the portal and into the mansion. The edges of the portal began to fade as the shape became a sparkling hologram and then a statuesque yet evil-looking blonde-haired woman. The portal disappeared; the wind in the mansion ceased abruptly.

	The mysterious woman glowed and sparkled for several moments after the portal was gone.

The woman turned and looked out the window at the glowing moon; soft moonlight illuminated her long-sleeved spandex catsuit that covered her entire body, from her ankles to her neck. Her hair was swept back and piled on top of her head in wild yet elegant tufts. She smoothed her hair and ran her hands down the front of her body. Then she turned from the window and began climbing the low-ceilinged tunnel-like staircase that led to the turret. Her black leather ankle-boots clicked loudly on the stone stairs as she climbed. Her powerful, thick thighs; wide hips; and perfectly rounded butt stretched her black spandex catsuit to the limit with each determined step.

Several large candles sparked to life inside the turret and along the upper walls of the staircase as the woman clicked up the stairs. The candles cast shadows on the walls, giving the staircase a curious, eerie feeling. The woman's shadows climbed along with her as the flickering lights from the candles reflected off her large, spandex-covered breasts.

She reached the top of the stairs and entered the turret.

The turret was enormous. It was two stories tall and made of stone and dark wood. It was lit by several giant candles and small torch-lamps. A gigantic set of dark shelves were built into the wall to the right of the doorway. The shelves took up the entire wall and reached from the floor up to the beginning of the coned-shaped ceiling. Hundreds of old dusty books, jars, and odd-shaped containers filled with liquids and herbs adorned the shelves. A large, dark fireplace sat to the left of the doorway. No fire was burning, but small flickering torch-lamps flanked the fireplace and dimly lit the surrounding area.

A spiral staircase led up to a spacious loft in the upper half of the turret--one of the many places where the mansion's owner liked to trap, dominate, and torment her victims of sorcery, mind intrusion, and seduction.

There were four long, tall windows in the turret: two on the first floor and two up in the loft. The woman walked to the window directly across from the doorway. A strong gust of humid, mid-summer air blew the floor-length silk curtains inward. The curtains began to separate on their own. Narrow beams of moonlight crept between the opening curtains, lighting up the woman's face as she gazed out the window with her all-seeing eyes.

There was something incredibly scary about this woman. She had a dangerously attractive body with jutting hips, large breasts, and a perfectly curvaceous butt; however, men would, most likely, turn her down just the same: it was as if they could sense the cunning heart that lied beneath the alluring face and figure. Something about her face gave away her desire to beguile, control, and dominate. Maybe it was the severely arched eyebrows which had a way of making her look angry even when her face was expressionless. Or the high angular cheekbones, the rapacious mouth, and the intense eyes that constantly sparkled with unnatural hunger. Maybe it was her straight nose, her decided chin, and her incredibly confident and rigid demeanor. Whatever the reason, her dark mysterious beauty and penetrating gaze seemed to freeze and intimidate all those who stood before her. Especially men.

A few of the locals back in Canton would have recognized the woman as Alexandra Tioga, but only a few: it had been decades since most of the townspeople had seen her.

Ms. Tioga's eyes scanned the moonstruck forest for several minutes. All of a sudden, her brow crinkled and her gaze focused on something far away, miles in the distance. Her lips parted in a look of evil contempt. She continued to stare for another few moments. Finally, her the sound of her voice broke the silence of the night.

"Very good," she hissed in a deep-throated, bone-chilling voice as she continued to track whatever it was she was watching. She watched the objects move slowly into the Outer Realm-- into her powerful web. Her lips curled back into an evil smile: she knew that her dream-weaving powers were growing.

She turned away from the window, walked over to the giant shelves on the right side of the turret, and removed a book. Her blood-red nails shined in the candlelight as she flipped the book open directly to the page she wanted. Her dark eyes scanned the page quickly and read the strange runes. Her mouth broke into another smile, every bit as evil as the first. "LITHA!" she hissed.

She pointed her fingertips at the fireplace and raised her hands slowly. A fire burst to life instantly. The woman glanced into the fire for a few moments. She raised her arms out in front of her, spread them wide apart, and turned her palms up toward the ceiling. With her arms held high in the air and her chin tilted upward, she began chanting in a dark, impassioned voice.

"SOOO-NAH, ME-NO-HA-LIE-AH!" The soft words flowed from her lips in a mesmerizing, cello-like legato. She repeated her chant several times. A strong gust of wind swirled into the room through the open window causing the candles and torch-lamps to flicker. Ms. Tioga turned toward the window and laughed a feminine yet startling, hollow laugh, entirely devoid of mirth. She watched as a strong wind took hold of the entire forest, shaking the trees wildly.

Far in the distance, somewhere in the middle of the tangled forest, a small purple light flickered. It was joined by a second, and then a third, and then a fourth. Drawn by their powerful queen, the four tiny, mysterious balls of light floated across the forest toward the Tioga Mansion. Ms. Tioga watched with keen interest as the shimmering balls of light grew larger in the distance.

After several minutes, the shimmering lights reached the secluded valley that surrounded the mansion; the lights drifted up to the turret. Ms. Tioga watched them float through the open window and into the middle of the turret. The glowing balls of light faded slowly, and four beautiful fairy-women appeared, their shapely bodies silhouetted by the dancing fire. All four of them were about the same height as Ms. Tioga.

Their outfits were sleek and sexy. They wore thin, loose-fitting, opaque silk robes that covered their entire bodies from the wrists up to the neck and down to the floor. The robes were frosty pink and silver colored; they shimmered and sparkled magically in the fire's glow. The robes had thick frosty-pink satin cuffs at the wrists, neck, and feet, and had matching frosty-pink sash-belts. Narrow pinkish-silver colored, French-cut satin panties and matching push-up bras were visible though the fairies' silky robes. Each of the fairy-women also wore a pair of sparkling pink satin slippers.

They had different faces and features, but somehow they all shared the same beautiful yet peculiar look. They all had long light-colored hair of various shades, adorned with sparkling pink and silver ribbons. They all had incredible figures--long thick legs, curvy hips, narrow waists and ample breasts. Three of them had small wands attached to their sash-belts and all of them had small sparkling silver satchels attached to their waists. All of them had beautiful, transparent fairy wings on their backs which disappeared slowly after a few moments.

But what was most stunning about these mysterious creatures, even more stunning than their wings, was their crisp, cunning, wide-set eyes--beautiful eyes yes, but oozing with mischief and a dangerous charm that promised trouble for whoever dared to engage these mystical creatures.

"Good evening, my queen," one of the fairy-women said, smiling and bowing her head to Ms. Tioga. The others mimicked her actions.

"Good evening, Valianna," Ms. Tioga nodded.

"You remember Seevah and Dena, of course," Valianna said, pointing to two of the fairies. "But you've never met Ahvena (ah-vee-nah), she's one of the younger fairies," she pointed to the dirty-blonde haired fairy who looked slightly younger than the others. "As you can see, she is still trying to earn her wand. She has such passion and potential, but she's so inexperienced."

"How exciting. She'll have plenty of chances to earn her wand very soon." Ms. Tioga studied the beautiful young fairy for a few moments, her mind filled with devilish thoughts.

Being inexperienced, Ahvena didn't even bother to make eye contact with her queen. Instead, she glanced around, searching for some mischief to occupy herself.

"How may we be of service to you?" Valianna asked Ms. Tioga with a playful smile.

Before Ms. Tioga could respond, Dena and Ahvena fluttered their now invisible wings and flew away from her. The two fairies buzzed around the room, looking at jars and fingering books. Ms. Tioga eyed them sardonically, like they were a couple of errant children, and focused her attention back on Valianna, the main fairy.

"It seems a group of travelers has just entered the Tioga forest. I'm afraid they are going to need your assistance. Please see that they find their way to the mansion within the next few days. I would take care of them myself, but I have pressing issues to attend to in the Inner Realm," Ms. Tioga said.

Valianna and Seevah nodded their heads in understanding. The other two fairies were still misbehaving and hadn't listened to a word Ms. Tioga said. They floated up to the turret's loft and out of sight.

Ms. Tioga stepped over to the shelves and removed an eight-inch tall crystal vile. The vile contained a transparent, purple-tinted liquid; strange runes were inscribed on the outside of the vile in the same purple color. She poured some of the liquid into a small, perfume-sized vile and handed it to Valianna.

"This liquid comes from the Pansy, a charming western flower. According to the Dyna Passages, written by the circle-sisters of my coven, the Pansy's petals were once virgin-white but turned purple after an errant arrow from Cupid's bow struck one in a field. Young women once called the flower 'love-in-idleness.'" She stared at the juice with a dreamy wistful expression on her face. "When harnessed properly and prepared with a special spell, the juice from the Pansy makes a love potion with rather intense affects."

Quiet, playful giggling noises floated down from the loft, where the other two fairies, Dena and Ahvena, were exploring. A few seconds later several loud clicking noises mingled in with the giggling.

Ms. Tioga paused for a moment and leaned in closely to Valianna's face. "These travelers that I spoke of: there are five of them, and three more will be following them before the moon waxes. There is a woman among them whom I intend to reward. She will be easy for you to spot: she has the strongest mind in the group-the strongest aura. This is what I want you to do with the potion." She whispered some instructions in Valianna's ear.

A devious smile played at the corners of the fairy's mouth as she received her instructions.

As Ms. Tioga finished instructing her fairies, more giggling emanated from the loft; the giggling was followed by buckling and zipping sounds. Ms. Tioga stared at Valianna and Seevah with her arched eyebrows raised, as if she expected an explanation. A few moments later, struggling and whimpering sounds came from the loft, followed by more giggling and then loud smacking noises-like someone was getting spanked.

"I should have suspected as much. It sounds like the pixy has gotten herself into trouble," Ms. Tioga laughed, "and you've only been here for half-a-moment. You truly are amazing creatures," she lectured. "Let's go see if we can be of assistance to Ms. Ahvena."

The two older fairies followed Ms. Tioga up the spiral staircase to the loft.

The loft was half the size of the turret, but despite its large size, it had an oppressive, enveloping feel. It consisted of a large bed of carved wood that sat only a foot off the ground, several small closets, a plush love seat, an oversized chair, and numerous bondage devices. Bondage and domination equipment hung on the walls and dangled from the ceiling: shackles, chains, coils of rope, cuffs, spreader bars, collars, gags, blindfolds, whips, arm-binders, strap-on dildos, and other toys.

Several large candles illuminated the turret and the erotic scene which was unfolding. Dena had the younger inexperienced fairy, Ahvena, in a difficult situation: Ahvena's ankles were locked to a fully extended spreader-bar, her wrists were cuffed together behind her back, and her hands and arms had been zipped into a loose-fitting arm-binder. The arm-binder also had laces on one side so it could be tightened. Ahvena was struggling to free herself but it wasn't working. Little whimpering noises of frustration slipped out of her mouth as she struggled.

Dena's eyes sparkled with devilish glee as she laced up the arm-binder-passed Ahvena's elbows and up to the top of her arms, making it tighter and tighter. Ahvena's forehead crinkled, her lips parted, and her face took on a look of frustrated indignation; she shook her arms and shoulders but could not manage to free herself from the evil device or Dena's strong grip. Ahvena fluttered her invisible fairy-wings desperately, causing the candles all around them to flicker, but she couldn't get more than an inch off the ground: the middle of the spreader bar was chained to a black metal fixture on the floor directly beneath her.

Ms. Tioga smiled darkly at the spectacle. "I always find it so ironic how my fairies love to restrain but hate to be restrained. Oh you creatures do so cherish your freedom." The other fairies giggled, knowing Ms. Tioga was right: they adored seeing humans and other fairies in physical and sexual predicaments--it was a major turn-on. Yet at the same time, they absolutely loathed being restrained in any way.

Dena slipped the arm-binder's straps up over Ahvena's shoulders. Then she pulled the laces on the arm-binder tighter and tighter, until Ahvena's elbows were about an inch apart behind her back.

"Owwww!" Ahvena huffed, looking back over her shoulders to get a glimpse of what was happening to her. Her long silky hair whipped about wildly as she alternated her view from one shoulder to the other. After a few moments, she craned her neck toward her side, sucked up some sparkling fairy dust into her mouth from the satchel on her belt, and blew the dust onto the arm binder. Nothing happened. A look of utter shock seized her face; it was followed by an exasperated sigh. Seconds later, she renewed her physical struggles.

Ms. Tioga laughed maliciously at Ahvena's efforts. "It looks like you've gotten yourself into quite a bind. I'm afraid your fairy magic won't do you any good," she lectured, "fairy dust doesn't work on my devices. You need to be more careful around the mansion. Now you are at Dena's mercy, and will, likely, learn a very uncomfortable lesson."

"Dena, what are you doing?" Ahvena cried, refusing to acknowledge Ms. Tioga's presence.

Dena ignored her and tightened all the cinch straps on the arm-binder, making the bondage even tighter--more unbearable. She stepped back and surveyed her struggling catch for a few moments. She then noticed a D-ring on the end of the arm-binder, right at the tips of Ahvena's imprisoned fingers. She looked around the room, trying to decide what to do next, when she noticed several rope hooks attached to the ceiling. Her trashy mind quickly conjured up a deliciously wicked idea. She removed a small thick coil of rope from the wall, and looped it through a hook in the ceiling directly over Ahvena. She took one end of the rope and looped it through the D-ring on the tip of the arm-binder. She pulled the other end of the rope downward, toward Ahvena's body, which caused Ahvena's restrained arms to lift up high in the air behind her. Dena then tied the second end of the rope to the arm-binder's D-ring. The result was that Ahvena's arms were forced high up in the air behind her, secured to the ceiling by the thick rope.

Ahvena huffed and struggled but only managed to get herself more frustrated and pink in the face. Ahvena's struggling also had other unintended consequences: it was arousing Dena and the others. Dena crept up behind Ahvena and grabbed the bound pixy's waist. She pressed her own pelvis against Ahvena's upper thighs and butt and then started to spank her.

SMACK!!!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! Dena spanked Ahvena firmly through her thin gown; at the same time, she ground her pelvis into Ahvena's butt.

"Ouuuch! Why are you doing that to me?" Ahvena asked in a frustrated voice. The other fairies had played jokes on her before, but she had never been spanked or physically bound.

Dena's face glowed with excitement as she spanked Ahvena several more times. SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!! The smacking sounds bounced off the turret's stone walls nicely, making the spanks that much more humiliating for Ahvena; each time she got whacked, she let out a surprised girlish moan and writhed against her bondage. Being quite a naive pixy, she had no idea that her behavior was turning Dena on and encouraging more spanks.

Soon Dena was ready for things to move on-to escalate. She reached over to a table and picked up a thick, black collar. She stepped in front of Ahvena, slipped the collar around her neck, and buckled it tightly.

"What is that thing? What are you doing to me?" Ahevena asked nervously.

"You'll see, really soon!" Dena purred, winking her eyebrows. She removed a short strand of rope from a hook on the wall and tied it to the D-ring on Ahvena's collar. She wound the other end of the rope up in her hand and gave it a firm tug; Ahvena's neck and upper body lurched forward. Dena kneeled on the ground and began to pull the rope toward the ground, causing Ahevena to bend her upper body forward dramatically. Dena pulled on the rope as hard as she could, pulling Ahvena's neck and upper body as close to the floor as possible. She tied the rope to a circular metal ring which was attached to the middle of the spreader bar.

"Uhhhh! That hurts!" Ahevena moaned. Her position was entirely uncomfortable: her legs spread wide apart by the spreader bar; her arms bound together behind her back, high up in the air and pointing toward the ceiling; and her upper body bent over, with the rope from her collar tied to the spreader-bar in front of her. She shuffled her feet and tried to move her arms, but she couldn't move more than a few inches in any direction. Ahvena's position was also inescapably sexy: the curves of her thighs and butt were accentuated so perfectly by the bondage!

All of sudden, Dena remembered something she had seen before, when she and Ahvena had been exploring. Dena fluttered her wings and floated over to a small closet. She removed a pair of black patent-leather stilettoes and brought them over to Ahvena. She bent over and showed them to Ahvena.

"What are those?"

"Just a little something to make you more comfortable," Dena responded with an innocent smile. She plucked off Ahvena's slippers and buckled her feet into the heels.

Ahvena had never worn heels before and was surprised to find that they made her feet and legs feel more uncomfortable. She stared at the shoes for a few moments as if she expected them to do something. She tried adjusting her feet and her weight but she didn't feel any better. She wiggled and writhed a little and moaned.

"I don't like these new slippers: they don't feel comfortable," she squawked. "Please, let me go," she begged, shaking her arms and upper body slightly. The awkward position she was in was growing more and more uncomfortable by the minute.

Dena smiled at Ahvena's obvious discomfort and circled around behind her. She surveyed Ahvena's sexy, helplessly bound body, marveling at Ahvena's state of total vulnerability-especially how Ahvena's butt was sticking out so dramatically; like a big and juicy peach, ripe for the plucking (or ripe for a fucking). Dena bent over and began caressing Ahvena's thighs through the silky opaque robe. After a few minutes of caressing, Dena hiked up the robe slowly, drinking in the fact that Ahvena was powerless to stop her. Seconds later, Ahvena's legs and butt were fully exposed; her satin thong sparkled in the glow of the candles. Dena wadded up the bottom half of the robe and tucked it into Ahvena's sash-belt, so it was out of the way.

"Mmmmmmmm," Dena purred. She planted her hands on Ahvena's full, round ass and rubbed it repetitively, kneading the smooth flesh with her fingertips and scratching lightly with her long nails. Her hands slipped up over Ahvena's hips and then back down to her ass for more caressing-over and over. Eventually Dena's gaze was drawn to, and focused on, the thong between Ahvena's cheeks; her body shuddered with anticipation: she had longed to get Ahvena into bondage for months, and now she finally had the little tease completely restrained.

"How does it feel to be my sexy captive? To be so exposed to my caresses? Hmmmm?" Dena asked, her voice turning blatantly sexual.

"What!"

"Do you like it? Does it turn you on to feel so helpless and at my mercy?" One of Dena's hands slipped down between her captive's legs. She pressed her slightly curved palm and fingers tightly to Ahvena's satin-covered crotch and began to rub softly. She ran her other hand down Ahvena's inner thigh, scratching with her long sparkling nails. "So exposed, so susceptible to my lust-filled advances," she bent over and French-kissed Ahvena on the small of the back, leaving lipstick marks. "Yes, you're in such a deliciously terrible plight," Dena's left hand continued to massage Ahvena's crotch, slowly increasing the pressure.

"Stop it! That feels...strange," Ahvena stammered. Her body shuddered as it started to realize the full extent of its vulnerability. Although she was naive and had never had sex before, she was getting a sinking feeling that Dena had something very specific planned for her. She felt the hand rubbing steadily at her vagina, occasionally working two fingers between her satin covered lips and finding her clit. She felt a growing tingling in her lower body-like the feeling she sometimes got when she inadvertently rubbed against her silk-covered feather pillows in her bed chamber. She suspected what the feelings were in her body. Her cheeks started blushing with shame and embarrassment: she now could sense the others watching her with their greedy eyes--watching Dena prepare her like some gourmet sexual dish. She bucked her hips and waist wildly but she couldn't get away from Dena's incessant hand. She felt herself moistening which made her even more embarrassed.

Dena could sense exactly what was happening. She slipped her hand back up to Ahvena's butt, caressed it again, and then curled her hand back around Ahvena's crotch. The idea was to remove the pressure from Ahvena's sex for a few seconds and then reapply it, so as to get the virgin really excited.

"I'm gonna work you up into a lather, my little pixy-bitch," Dena cooed, as her hand started moving faster on the front of Ahvena's thong.

Ahvena's embarrassment doubled in response to Dena's verbal taunting. She tried to think of something witty or nasty to say, but she was so full of humiliation that she could barely think. "I'm not a pixy!" was the best she could do under the circumstances.

"Don't be ridiculous, of course you're a pixy, you don't have your wand yet," Dena laughed. "Speaking of wands, I'm gonna find a nice thick one to use on you." Dena stood up. With a shake of her shoulder and a shimmy of her hips, she slipped out of her own silk robe, letting it drop to her feet. Her body looked incredible in the glow of the candles-slightly pale smooth skin, a healthy curvaceous butt, long fleshy thighs, wide hips, and a narrow waist. "I'll be right back," she gave Ahvena's butt a playful spank and giggled girlishly.

Dena fluttered her wings, intentionally flaunting her freedom in front of her bound soon-to-be play-thing, and floated over to a nearby wall. A large supply of bondage equipment, rope, and sex toys dangled from the wall and lay on small shelves. She removed a harness from the wall, stepped into it, and pulled it up to her waist. She adjusted the long straps so the device was extremely tight against her pelvis. She quickly selected a dildo and approached Ahevena.

"Consider this your first lesson in amorous relations, my little pixy," Dena quipped as she kneeled down in front of Ahvena's face. Dena brushed her impressively large breasts against Ahvena's face suggestively, mortifying the restrained pixy even more. Dena slid the long, thick dildo up between her satin covered breasts and nudged the tip of the dildo against Ahvena's soft, full lips. "You need to get this wet before it goes in you."

"What?" Ahvena huffed, not understanding. Dena took advantage of her open mouth and slipped the dildo in. "Ummmmmphhh!" Ahvena protested. She tried to yank her head back but the rope attached to her collar prevented it. She continued to struggle, and somehow, she managed to hitch her weight backward and pull a few inches away from Dena. But it didn't matter: Dena simply moved forward and closed the distance between them.

"Now now, be a good little pixy and suck," Dena said in a mocking motherly voice. One of her hands held the back of Ahevena's head while the other pushed the dildo in a few inches. Ahvena still wouldn't suck the dildo. "If you don't suck, I'll keep you like this until dawn, and then I'll leave you here by yourself."

'This is so bothersome!' Ahvena thought. 'Why does she want me to suck this nasty-tasting piece of rubber? Why won't she just let me go?' Reluctantly, she began to suck the dildo.

"Yes, that's it. Get it nice and wet," Dena instructed as she fucked Ahvena's mouth with the dildo, pumping it in and out of the unwitting fairy's mouth slowly. "Sucking also makes the real ones get nice and hard, which makes them feel better when they plunge into you," she added. The other fairies giggled in response.

Ms. Tioga watched silently, her face expressionless.

'Oh, Dena, you and your silly riddles. Hurry up and get this over with!' Ahvena thought, not entirely understanding what was happening. She continued to suck the dildo until Dena pulled it out of her mouth.

Without hesitation, Dena attached the wet dildo to the middle of the harness on her pelvis. She put her hands on her hips and give Ahvena a triumphant, side-long glare-her eyes sparkling with playful mischief. Then she moved into position. She pulled Ahvena's thong to one side and pressed the tip of the dildo against Ahvena's moist lips. She rubbed the tip of the hard rubber dildo across Ahvena's labia to tease the poor thing.

"What are you doing to me?" Ahvena demanded, in a shaky, worried voice, as a small tingling jolt of pleasure flared up in her crotch. She tried to look over her shoulders again, but the collar prevented it. It terrified her that she couldn't see what was happening behind her.

Dena wedged the tip of the dildo inside Ahvena and pushed gently. "You're dangerously close to getting fucked."

There was a short pause.

"Fucked? Do you mean...sex? We can't have sex, we're both female," Ahvena said feeling confused. Dena and the other fairies giggled at Ahvena's naivete.

"Two females can't have sex? Are you sure about that?" Dena taunted, pushing her hips forward slowly. She slid a hand forward and began massaging Ahvena's clit.

Ahvena felt the dildo sliding between her moist, tight lips; she drew in a huge breath through clenched teeth as the dildo slowly forced its way into her body. At the same time, she felt a string of tingling jolts near her clit. She could feel her already florid face heating even more from embarrassment and shame.

"Are you absolutely sure that I can't have sex with you? That I can't fuck you, right here in front of your mentors and our queen?" Dena asked in a mocking tone while her hips pushed onward as if to answer her own question. Slowly, the dildo delved deeper into Ahvena's body.

"Ohhhh...ohhh...what are you doing to me?" Ahvena stammered as she felt deep penetration for the first time.

"Well, I haven't quite decided yet. The question is, should I let you go and let this be a lesson to you-to not be so careless? Or," she paused and licked her lips, "should I teach you a sexual lesson you'll never forget?" She contemplated the thought for a few moments; then, her decision made, she turned toward Ms. Tioga. "With your permission, my queen." She pulled her hips back but kept them cocked expectantly.

Ahvena felt Dena's hands grip her waist-and then tighten.

Ms. Tioga stared at Ahevena for a few moments with a stoic expression on her face. Then she turned and smiled at Dena, palms raised. "Permission granted, my love."

Dena's gaze shifted to the bound pixy in front of her-the sole object of her pent-up sexual desire. The mischievous perma-smile left Dena's face for the first time, as a deep-seeded passion took over. She pushed her hips forward slowly, deliberately, causing the dildo to push into Ahvena once again.

"Ohhh! Ohh!!" Ahvena puled, as the fat dildo pushed deeper and deeper into her. She squirmed and struggled but could neither escape her bondage nor avoid the scandalizing penetration. Finally, the dildo was all the way in and Dena's pelvis was pressing firmly against Ahvena's ass.

"I'm just gonna wait for a few seconds, let you acclimate to the new sensation," Dena whispered, full of passion.

Ahvena wiggled and writhed instinctively, but she couldn't do anything about the fat dildo wedged inside her body. After a few moments, Dena pulled back an inch or so and pushed forward again--to the hilt.

"Uhhhh....stop, please stop."

"Mmmmmm, but it feels so nice, doesn't it?"

"No!" Ahevena snapped, her face beet red.

Dena pulled her hips back all the way, so the entire dildo had almost come out, then she pushed forward again, faster this time.

"Ohhhhh," Ahvena let out a desperate moan. When their bodies met, Dena began to grind her pelvis firmly against Ahvena's butt in a tight, circular motion.

Dena felt her own body moistening. The feeling of her upper thighs pressing against Ahvena's was tantalizing: it made her want to sit on the pixie's face and gyrate. She withdrew slowly and then pumped again, this time pushing her hips forward in a firm, fluid motion until her pelvis bumped into Ahvena's butt..

"Uhhhh....Dena! What are you doing?" Ahvena panted. Dena withdrew and pumped her again, causing Ahvena's body to lurch forward as far as the bondage would permit.

"She's fucking you, my dear," Ms. Tioga chastised. She watched Ahvena's face closely-reveling in the pixy's discomfort, arousal, and humiliation. Hiding something in her hands, Ms. Tioga stepped in front of Ahvena and kneeled down so they were face to face. "I want a closer look at your face, so I can see every ounce of emotion as you lose your precious virginity," she said.

Ms. Tioga watched Ahvena's body lurch forward again and again as Dena withdrew and pumped slowly, firmly, methodically. Every time Dena bumped into Ahvena, the pixy's eyes shut inadvertently, a barely audible moan slipped out between her constantly parted lips, and the leather arm-binder restraining her arms creaked loudly. After several pumps, Ms. Tioga spoke up. "Look at me," she instructed Ahvena.

Filled with haughty indignation, Ahvena refused to look up. But then she felt a cold presence in her mind-something terribly powerful and frightening. At the same instant she heard Ms. Tioga's voice in her head, speaking in the ancient language of her coven, 'I can stop your breath with a whisper,' the voice hissed. Petrified, Ahvena raised her eyes to her queen just as Dena pumped her again. The thrust caused Ahvena to shut her eyes and moan inadvertently yet again. When she opened her eyes, Ms. Tioga was smiling darkly at her-a curious mocking smile that pierced right through the pixy. Ms. Tioga's gaze made Ahvena more uncomfortable than the physical bondage and the penetration; nevertheless, she knew she could not look away.

"You pixies are such trouble-so naive, so curious, and so haughty. And above all else, so disrespectful. I summon you here, a few nights before Litha, and you do not even acknowledge my presence? Incredible. I sincerely hope, for your sake, that your behavior is appropriate at our next meeting."

Dena gave Ahvena three hard pumps in quick succession.

"Uhhh, uh, ohhh!" Ahvena moaned.

"As much as I love hearing your pretty little moans of pleasure, you slut, I'm afraid you must be gagged for your impunity," Ms. Tioga stated blithely. She displayed a purple ball-gag, stuffed it into Ahvena's mouth, and buckled it tightly behind the pixy's head.

"Mmmmpphhh!" Ahvena shook her entire body wildly, grinding her heels into the floor; the arm-binder creaked and groaned as she pulled with her arms and wrists in another futile attempt to escape.

Dena responded by tightening her grip on Ahvena's waist and stepping even closer. Then she resumed the fucking, speeding up her pace slightly.

"Hhmm, hmmmphhh!" Ahvena panted through her ball-gag. Her breathing quickened in response to Dena's faster pumps.

"Don't be so feisty: you look absolutely adorable with that ball gag in your mouth. I think it sets off your collar nicely," Ms. Tioga laughed. "In fact, I would take care of you myself if I didn't have other things to attend to. Perhaps the next time you get stuck in bondage," she whispered prophetically. She kissed Ahvena's mouth over the ball gag and gazed into her eyes. She stood up and looked at the other fairies.

Valianna and Seevah attempted to look serious, but could barely conceal their smiles: it was their nature to enjoy such situations, to see others in distress.

"I must be leaving now. Please be sure to follow my instructions after you are done with the pixy. And please, make yourselves at home. But be very careful around the mansion, your wands and magic will not be able to help you in many situations."

Valianna, Seevah, and Dena lowered their eyes and heads to Ms. Tioga in unison.

"Enjoy your prize," Ms. Tioga said. Then she disappeared down the staircase and into the turret, her shadow lingering and flickering on the wall for a moment and then following behind her. There was a loud thud as the turret's door slammed shut.

Ms. Tioga's heels were still clicking down the stone staircase just outside the turret when Ahvena felt a warm mouth on her neck. Simultaneously, she felt hands caressing her breasts and her thighs. And then she felt the top of her thong sliding away from her crack. Another mouth kissed her between the cheeks. Her body shuttered in response. Valianna and Seevah had gone from mere observers to active participants.

And then the pumping resumed.

"Mmmmmphhh," Ahvena moaned again; frustrated, uncomfortable, and yet aroused.

Dena picked up the pace until it was a nice steady fucking. With the increased pace Ahvena's moans disappeared and were replaced by desperate panting. She heard a constant string of loud slapping noises as Dena's body banged into her own repetitively. Her bra slipped down and then she felt a mouth clamp down on one of her nipples. Her nipple hardened: she was shocked and ashamed as she realized that she liked it. She felt the tingling in her crotch again and the wetness, the incredible wetness. And then she felt pleasurable sensations all over her body as the three experienced fairies triple-teamed her.

Ahvena's heart and mind were racing; her breathing was incredible rapid and came mostly through her nose. There was nothing she could do to slow the tumultuous tide of erotic stimulation building in her body. And Seevah and Valianna were simply exacerbating the situation with their constant caresses and gentle barrages of sucking, fondling, and kissing. Finally, the intense effervescent feeling in Ahvena's vagina reached a zenith.

"Mmmmmmm...mmmmmm....mmmmmmm!" Ahvena moaned into her gag loudly as she was overcome by the fast thumping sensation of her first orgasm.

"There goes your virginity," Dena laughed, gradually slowing down the pace of the fucking. Finally, she gave Ahvena one last pump but kept the dildo pressed all the way in. "Mmmmmm, you liked that, didn't you? Didn't you, my little pixy-bitch?" she taunted in a deep whisper as she ground her pelvis and upper thighs into Ahvena's body in a wide, circular motion.

"Mmmmmmm....mmmmmmm," Ahvena continued to moan as the lingering orgasm began to fade. She was still breathing quickly through her nose and around her gag.

"I'll take that as a yes." Dena gave Ahvena one final spank on the ass and then pulled out. She stepped around in front of Ahvena. "You look so tired. That's a shame, because we're not through with you. In fact, we're just getting started.

"Mmmmphhhff! Hmmmm!" Ahvena objected. She began struggling to free herself again as she panted. She shook the arm binder and tried beating her invisible wings. Now that she had had her orgasm, the discomfort of her bondage seemed to triple. She was still trying to catch her breath, but before should could manage to, she felt a pair of hands tighten around her waist: it was Valianna.

Once again, Ahvena felt her thong get pushed to the side. She tried to pull away, but it was useless. With a lust-filled grin on her face, Valianna pushed her hips forward and plunged a strap-on dildo deep into Ahvena's body.

"Unnnnnnn," Ahvena moaned. She felt the dildo slide out and then pump her again, and again, and again--over and over. Soon the pumping quickened. Ahvena felt her body rocking slightly forward with every pump.

All she could do was stand there in her uncomfortable heels and take it.

 

"Urrrrr!! Mmmphhff!!!" Twenty minutes later, Ahvena's moans of pleasure had turned into frustrated huffs and tigress-like growls. She was still getting fucked, but now, it was Seevah who was giving it to her, plunging into her defenseless body steadily with harnessed supernatural power.

Ahvena was now far past the point of pleasure, mere humiliation, and discomfort: she was seething with anger and frustration. Her eyes were blazing and her fists were slightly clenched inside the arm-binder. She knew she would not be able to take out her aggression on her captors since they were her superiors. No. She would have to find someone else to punish for this. Thanks to her captresses, she had some clever ideas of what she would do if she ever got the chance.

 

An hour later, Ahvena was lying on the loft's bed, spread-eagled and face up. Her arms and legs were outstretched and bound tightly to the four corners of the bed. Her gag had been replaced with a double-sided penis gag; a thick black dildo protruded from her mouth. Her entire face was sopping with female charge and sweat. Her cheeks, nose, and forehead ached from the constant pounding she had received from the other fairies (each had taken a turn fucking themselves on Ahvena's face).

Valianna was still bouncing up and down on Ahvena's face, fucking herself on the thick dildo-her silk robe draped all over Ahvena's upper body. At the same time, Seevah and Dena were busy licking and fondling other parts of Ahvena's body.

Like so many other visitors to the Tioga Mansion, Ahvena was left wondering how she had gotten herself into such a mess.

  

  

  

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