Maiden

by Aishling Morgan

  ‘Very well,’ Aurora answered. ‘So it shall be. But do you not have a more pressing matter than mere revenge?’

  ‘How…?’ Elethrine began, to be cut off by Aurora’s silvery laugh.

  ‘We have been watching you,’ the witch, holding up the mirror which Elethrine now saw to show not a reflection, but her own image and that of Talithea and Aisla as if viewed from across the room.

  Instinctively she looked up to where the viewpoint in the mirror appeared to come from. Nothing was apparent, save possibly an odd disjunction of light. Then the full implications of what Aurora had said came home to her and the blood rose to her cheeks in a furious blush. They might have watched her suck dwarven cocks - worse, groan out her ecstasy with a good two hands breadths of corsair’s cock up bottom - perhaps worse still, watched her masturbate while Talithea and Aisla smacked her bare bottom with their hands. Ea laughed, adding to the fury of Elethrine’s blushes.

  ‘Yet I have a natural sympathy with deflowered maidens,’ Aurora continued after a pause that was clearly designed to allow the girls the appreciate the full significance of having been watched. ‘Did you know that I myself fled the celibentuary at Kavas-Arion before being apprenticed to the witch Hespera? No? Well I did, after being confined there for allowing myself to succumb to the lust of a wild bull-nymph. Thus you may rely on both my co-operation and my silence, still, it is a simple process and may be concluded once you have had Ea punished. You may even choose her punishment, but choose carefully, for you must be satisfied with what she takes. Ea, do you have anything to say?’

  ‘I confess that my reaction was unjustified mistress,’ Ea answered quietly, ‘and submit myself freely to justice.’

  ‘What then would you have done to here?’ Aurora asked, turning back to the three girls.

  ‘Hurl her to the Glissades so that she too may cross leagues of burning desert and empty sea and endure the perils of Apraya!’ Talithea demanded hotly.

  ‘Hardly a punishment,’ Aurora replied, ‘she would simply order the demon to return her in safety.’

  ‘Then present her as a chattel to some roaring, drunken corsair, that she may learn the full function of each orifice of her body,’ Elethrine suggested.

  ‘Again hardly practical when with a word she may destroy any who cross her.’

  ‘Then throw her in a pit of goblins, with a vial of musk to ensure her arousal,’ Aisla tried.

  ‘A better idea,’ Aurora replied. ‘Ea, do you accept this as just punishment?’

  ‘I do,’ Ea replied quietly.

  ‘Are all satisfied?’ Aurora asked.

  ‘Yes,’ Elethrine answered simultaneously with Talithea.

  ‘Then so be it,’ Aurora said. ‘Come Ea, justice must be done.’

  There was something subtly mocking in the witch’s tone, yet Elethrine set her qualms aside, instead content to delight in the prospect of watching the petite apprentice ravished by goblins. She found herself trembling with eagerness and knew that her tuppenny had started to juice. The pleasure, she knew to her shame, would come from more than just exacting her revenge - she actively wanted to see the goblin’s huge, misshapen cocks and the watch them work inside Ea’s body.

  Elethrine had imagined that the preparations would be complex. After all, it was scarcely imaginable that the two witches kept goblins on the premises when either of them might be mounted and penetrated unexpectedly at any instant. Aurora, however, simply led them downstairs and said a few quiet words. The centre of the floor immediately rearranged itself, folding according to a symmetry beyond Elethrine’s understanding to form a deep pit the sides of which sloped inwards from the base. A low wall surrounded it, save in one place. Ea jumped down into the pit without hesitation and walked to the middle to stand naked and ready, apparently quite without fear. She made a gesture and was suddenly dressed in full, conventional Mundic style. With a mocking bow to the girls she lifted her dress to show that she wore petticoats and drawers beneath, all in black silk and heavily trimmed with lace.

  Aurora then flung the door wide, revealing not the slope of scree and thin grass that Elethrine knew to be outside, but a swirling white mist. The witch began to speak, a quiet, insistent chant that held no meaning for Elethrine but yet managed to convey an urgent, and obscene, sexuality. As the girls watched figures began to form in the mist, squat, lumpy less than half the height of a man.

  Aisla screamed and all three of them backed away as a goblin stepped out of the mist. It’s bulbous eyes darted from side to side, and as it’s gaze found the girls it licked it’s lips in an unmistakably lewd gesture. Pulling it’s grotesque cock free of the leather pouch between it’s bowed legs, it began to advance.

  ‘This was no part of the bargain!’ Elethrine squeaked, clutching at the front of her skirts and backing hurriedly away.

  Aurora laughed and made a simple motion of her hand, as if to guide someone through a door. The goblin immediately changed course, looked at Ea in the pit and, with a lustful croak, leapt down. Another came close behind it, and a third, neither sparing the girls more than a glance before leaping down to join their companion. Presently Ea was surrounded by eight goblins, each one with it’s penis held ready in it’s hand. Aurora made another gesture and they came forward, tongues lolling from their mouths and running spittle as their fingers groped for their prize.

  Eager green fingers grabbed Ea, pawing at her clothes in their haste to get at the juicy prize beneath. A squat, heavy bellied goblin grabbed her hair and thrust its grotesque penis at her mouth. Ea gaped without hesitation, her lips stretching wide around the thick shaft. The goblin pushed hard, making her gag as its penis was jammed into her throat. Others already had her skirt up and were fighting to get at her bare flesh. More by luck than judgement they found the openings to her drawers and pantalettes simultaneously, tearing them open to expose the sweet white peach of her bottom. Elethrine could see the girl’s tuppenny, pink and open in its nest of black hair, also her anus, a dark spot down between the firm little buttocks.

  Ea made no effort to resist, but came up on her knees and flourished her naked bottom, almost as if seeking ravishment by the four goblins who were frantically disputing the right to use her vagina first. The biggest managed to push the others aside, its cock going straight to Ea’s tuppenny. With an obscene grunt it forced it in, the fat green shaft looking impossibly big in Ea’s tiny hole. It took hold of her buttocks with its long, splay-ended fingers and began to hump her even as its companions turned their attention to stripping away her remaining clothes.

  The one in her mouth was coming, white jism spurting out around her lips as it pumped frantically into her. Then it pulled back, Ea gaping for it as if for a lost sweetmeat. Another thrust its cock into her sperm stained mouth and her eyes closed in bliss again. Her bodice was torn open as she once more began to suck, the goblin’s fingers groping eagerly for her tiny breasts.

  Elethrine found herself smiling. Repulsion and delight warred within her as she watched the tiny apprentice ravished, both she and the goblins becoming increasingly heated as their ardour rose. The scent of musk was also strong, filling her with an urge to jump down and take her share of fat green cock. A finger was in Ea’s bottom ring, the hole stretched pink and taut around the rough black-green digit. She had gone down low, supported on the hands of goblins groping her breasts. One of her hands was on a cock, the fingers not meeting around the thick shaft. The other was cupping the heavy, leathery scrotum of the one who’s cock was in her mouth, kneading the balls as she sucked without restraint.

  The one in her vagina came, pulling back at the last instant to spray come all over her bottom, cackling with bawdy glee as it emptied its load in-between her pert, girlish cheeks. The one with its finger in her anus immediately pulled its digit free and leapt up to mount her, placing its bloated knob against the sperm sodden cup of her slowly closing bottom ring.

  ‘It’s going to bugger her!’ Talithea declared in a voice rich with satisfaction and
disgust.

  Elethrine watched as the goblin forced its massive penis slowly up Ea’s back-passage, stretching the tiny pink ring until it seemed impossible that it had not split. With perhaps half of its two foot length in her rectum it began to bugger her, her anal skin moving in and out with the pushes. The one in her mouth pulled out, leaving her grunting with the effort of accommodating the monstrous organ in her bottom. Another goblin had slid itself beneath her and was licking eagerly at her tuppenny, bring a new note to her groans of pleasure before they were suddenly stilled by the insertion of yet another cock into her mouth. The one beneath her slid itself onto its back and pulled her down so that her tuppenny met its cock and filled, causing a grunt of annoyance from the one up her back-passage.

  With cocks in mouth, vagina and anus, Ea began to come, her body starting to jerk and then going into spasm. Her tight little bottom bucked, writhing on the two cocks inside her from the rear as if trying to get more purchase. Her legs kicked and her hands jerked frantically at the two cocks which she was now holding. One came, spraying her back and upturned buttocks with come. Her whole body tensed, then she rammed her bottom out onto the intruding penes, intentionally stuffing them as far inside herself as they would go. Sperm erupted from around her lips as the one in her mouth came. It pulled free, leaving her open mouth full of bubbling white come. The one up her bottom jerked and she cried out as perhaps a full cup of jism was ejected into her bowels. Another, which had been using her long black hair to masturbate itself, pushed in and stuffed its erection into her gaping, sperm soaked mouth.

  Elethrine saw that Aisla had her skirt lifted and her hand inside her drawers. Her face wore an expression of rapture and she was clearly playing with her tuppenny while she watched Ea ravished. Talithea was little better, with the same expression on her face and her hand pushed against her belly to rub herself through the folds of her skirts. Abandoning herself, Elethrine cocked a leg up onto the wall of the pit, pulled up her skirts and delved into the split of her drawers. Inside her pantalettes her tuppenny was warm and moist, she began to masturbate, ignoring Aurora’s cool, knowing smile.

  Ea had been rolled over onto her back. A goblin was beneath her, its prick wedged deep up her bottom. Another was mounted on her, its thighs entwined with hers, its muscular little buttocks stuck out and its wrinkled scrotum bouncing in time with its thrusts. Two were by her head, cocks thrust out over her mouth while she sucked on them in turn. Her whole body was sodden with sperm, particularly her face, belly and breasts. The expression on her face was one of absolute, unrestrained bliss, and Elethrine managed to feel cheated even as she pushed her own belly forward to get better friction on her clitty. Her eyes were fixed on the scene below her as her pleasure rose. A goblin came in Ea’s mouth, the apprentice eagerly gulping down the sperm as clot after clot splashed out. Elethrine focused on the huge, pulsing cock and her muscles began to tense. Her breath came in sharply another other goblin’s cock erupted over Ea’s breasts. Elethrine came as Ea dropped the cocks to get her fingers to her tuppenny. Both girls came, Elethrine with a long sigh of pleasure, Ea with a bubbling cry muffled by her mouthful of come.

  Even as Elethrine’s orgasm tore through her she was vaguely aware that Aurora had taken Talithea in her arms. The witch’s hand was between the Princess’s legs, kneading her tuppenny. Turning, Elethrine saw her friend’s face, the eyes wide with pleasure. Aurora was working her hand in Talithea’s drawers, the motions evidently expert and strangely similar to those she had used to draw the goblins. Talithea sighed and then gasped, giving the characteristic sound that Elethrine knew meant that she had come. Beside them Aisla had her skirts pulled high and her drawers open, masturbating blatantly as she watched Ea.

  Aisla came as the largest goblin stuffed its balls into Ea’s mouth at the same instant that the one in her vagina came. All eight had now come at least twice, some three times and their ardour was beginning to lapse. Ea, however, showed no signs of flagging and was doing her best to bring off the one whose balls were in her mouth while she stroked the scrotum of the one whose penis was up her bottom. Elethrine sat down, dizzy with reaction from the scent of musk and her own orgasm.

  ‘They can come three, perhaps four times,’ Aurora said, her voice quite steady and calm, ‘then they must eat. See, the old, fat one who took her first is already beginning to turn its thoughts from Ea’s body to the pleasures of fungi and succulent leaves.’

  Elethrine nodded faintly, still somewhat weak from her own orgasm. For a moment Aurora’s words seem ludicrously out of place, and then Elethrine realised that she was being teased. The scent of musk was still strong, and she found her pleasure building again as she watched the goblins finish off. The big one gave up first, simply loosing interest and wandering off as if nothing had happened. One by one they followed suit, until Ea was left lying on a bed of sperm sodden clothing, her thighs spread as she took herself to a final, helpless orgasm.

  ‘Remember this scene well,’ Aurora remarked cryptically as her apprentice tensed and writhed in her orgasm.

  Once Ea had come the goblins were released and the room returned to order. Once more they went upstairs, Ea now clean and once more completely naked. She favoured the girls with an insolent smile as she spread herself out at her mistress’s feet, kissing each and then relaxing into the soft white fur of the dais.

  ‘What of my maidenhead?’ Talithea asked somewhat uncertainly.

  ‘It is whole,’ Aurora answered, ‘see for yourself.’

  Talithea cast a single half-pleased, half-embarrassed glance at Elethrine and delved under her skirts. A moment later her face broke into a smile.

  ‘It was done as your climax came,’ Aurora said. ‘Now, would you converse further, or continue on your way?’

  ‘I think we should go,’ Elethrine said quietly, ‘but we thank you, and trust that equity of justice has now been regained.’

  ‘More or less,’ Aurora replied, not deigning to give the required response to the formal statement.

  They left hurriedly, Aurora conducting them to the door. As they reached it Ea’s laugh floated down to them, a sound both mocking and amused. The door opened, revealing not mist but the slope of the mountain, onto which they stepped. The door shut behind them, leaving Elethrine feeling, not revenged, but puzzled, cheated and distinctly foolish. Technically they had subjected Ea to a revenge, that, if not quite in proportion to what they had been through, should have made a lasting impression on her. Instead she had enjoyed the experience, indeed she had revelled in it, even to the extent of seeming game for more when the goblins had been spent. Still, Elethrine reminded herself, Talithea’s maidenhead was once more intact and that in itself was a fine and necessary achievement.

  Below Aurora’s spire the ground sloped quickly away to where Hathrul, Leitea, the maid Orina and the twelve men-at-arms were waiting patiently. Elethrine, Talithea and Aisla rejoined them, the Princess now once more cool and regal with her maidenhead renewed and no further fear of suffering the drudgery of the celibentuary.

  In the distance the peak on an outcrop of which Korismund Keep stood was clearly visible, no more than twenty leagues away across a carpet of thick forest. Other mountains of the spine reared to their left, grey-black and seeming to brood over the landscape. Moving smoothly into formation, the column set off, plunging into a forest that quickly cut off the sight of both the witch’s spire and the Spine itself.

  Trees rose up on all sides, massive oaks with their great boles encrusted black-green with algae, dusky leafed holly and the occasional jet black coffinwood. Gloom surrounded them on all sides, only occasional rays of sunlight managing to penetrate the canopy high above. Woodland scents reached Elethrine’s nose, leaf mould, flowers, fungi and a faint musk that might just have been goblin.

  ‘Let us canter,’ she addressed Hathrul, ‘I am eager to see Korismund Keep once more.’

  ‘Demoiselle, the path is treacherous,’ the Squire objected, ‘besides which, a canter is an un
suitable gait for an honour guard, lest it be taken for flight.’

  ‘A trot then,’ she insisted, ‘but perhaps we could ride higher on the slope where the woods are less thick?’

  ‘The higher slope is strewn with loose rocks,’ he answered. ‘Yet if you insist?’

  ‘No, let us simply hurry,’ she answered, now aware that the scent very definitely was goblin.

  For all the assurance provided by Hathrul and his men-at-arms, she felt far from secure. Not because there was the slightest risk of the column being overcome by goblins, but because the musky scent was making her want to run into the woods, strip naked and lay herself down for their attention. The image of Ea in a state of musk induced ecstasy kept coming back to her, along with the nagging certainty that the tiny apprentice had reached her climax at least five times while she was being ravished. It was impossible not to think of herself in the same situation, coming under a goblin’s tongue while others made good use of her tuppenny, bottom ring, mouth breasts and hands.

  The column increased it’s pace, only to be forced to slow as a mist rose out of the valley beneath them. Soon it was impossible to see more than a few yards, and Elethrine’s nervousness rose as they were forced to slow and finally to dismount.

  ‘Possible we should camp mistress?’ Aisla suggested from behind her.

  ‘No, let us press on,’ Elethrine insisted. ‘Hathrul, let us move up the slope, any amount of loose rocks are preferable to this mist.’

  There was no answer.

  ‘Hathrul?’ Elethrine demanded, but again nobody replied.

  ‘Who can here me?’ she called loudly, sure that many of the column must still be within earshot.

  ‘I am here mistress,’ Aisla assured her.

  ‘And I,’ Talithea’s voice came out of the mist.

  No others answered, not even Leitea who had been riding directly to Elethrine’s rear. She felt a pang of alarm that intensified as she once more smelt the earthy musk of goblin.