by Syra Bond
As they settled, each one curtsied and introduced themselves in turn.
The all had strange names - Field Goblinwind, Feather Saturnwitch, Fidget Goblinfly, Field Elffrost, Bramble Elffrost, Fidget Goblinfilter. When they had introduced themselves, they made me sit on a cushion in their midst. They flocked around me, holding my hands, touching me and repeating their names. One pushed her face up close to mine and began kissing me. Her lips were soft and sweet. She probed her long tongue into my mouth. She licked around my own tongue and the insides of my cheeks. I felt its tip touching the back of my throat. Suddenly she broke away and fell back in front of me, giggling and writhing on the ground. Her green wings crumpled behind her delightfully square bare shoulders and her legs came up to reveal her light green panties pulled tightly against her cunt. I could just make out the shadow of darker green that ran along the crack of her tight slit. She was a delicious sight.
‘That’s Field Goblinwind,’ said Bracken. ‘She can be very silly sometimes. She always wants to do things too soon. She can be so naughty. Here, follow me. You must have some refreshment. Here. Come into my bower.’
She pulled me into the back of an old VW camper. It was filled with flowers and lacy shreds of material that hung from the brightly decorated roof.
She sat beside me on a red cushioned seat.
‘Do you like my little nest? We each have one. Sir Orfeo visits us in turn but, of course, we do his bidding continually. Can I kiss you? You are so beautiful. Can I?’
She drew closer to me and draped her hands around my neck. She looked up into my eyes and poked out her tongue.
‘See? Would you like me to put my tongue inside your mouth? Would you?’
She leant across me and licked at my face. Her tongue was wet and soft. She lapped at my cheeks and my eyes. She ran the tip of her tongue into my ears, wetting them, probing them. I felt myself pushing against her, wanting her to do more. She licked at my lips and opened them so that her tongue could go in. Its probing tip searched around the insides of my lips, licking in the spit that was there then, suddenly she pulled back.
‘Or I could lick there!’
She pushed the flat of her hand between my thighs and pressed it against my cunt.
‘But you must be dressed like us. You must be a fairy too! Yes, you can be the fairy Syra. Perhaps Sir Orfeo will christen you properly. Here, lift up your arms. You must be naked to start.’
I had not even realised that I had left my jeans in the pick-up. I felt a flush of embarrassment come over my face.
‘Oh, you’re embarrassed. Perhaps the mention of Sir Orfeo’s name. Yes, that’s what it is. It happens to me sometimes.’
She held my hands and kissed me firmly on the lips. I felt the flesh of my naked cunt swelling with desire.
‘It’s so exciting to have someone new!’
She poked about inside the old van pulling out different pieces of material, feathers and wings. At last she decided on something and held up a tight, light green bodice. She laughed at my erect nipples and sucked at them for a while, and bit them softly, before she resigned herself to cover them.
‘Your nipples are very sweet!’ she said excitedly as she pulled back.
She gave me a thin green skirt which clipped at the back of my waist. It was short, hardly coming halfway down my thighs.
She held up a pair of light green satin panties.
‘And these! But I must lick you before you put them on. Here, let me kneel between your legs. Open your knees. Oh, your cunt is so beautiful - so pink and neat.’
She lowered her face between my thighs and laid the flat of her tongue across the flesh of my cunt. It was wet already, but I felt it open against the light pressure of her soft tongue. Then I felt the tip of her tongue probing around my clitoris. She pressed it against the base, licked it as it hardened, sucked at it as it extended. Then I felt her tongue inside, licking at the soft flesh within, pressing against the outer edges, spreading her delicate spit across them, sucking at my own moisture, nourishing herself like a butterfly at a flower.
I leant back against the inside of the old van. I stared at the bunches of multicoloured flowers which hung from the ribbons stretched across the inside of the roof. I opened my legs as wide as I could. I looked down at her, this fragile fairy, her face buried in the flesh of my cunt, her eyes, just occasionally looking up at me, checking I was still there, as if in her delectable reverie she might lose track of everything in the world, even the object of her angelic passion.
Her pert nose glistened - covered with the moisture from my cunt - as she ran it up the valley of flesh. She lapped so keenly at its centre, letting the tip of her tongue first run in then curl around the base of my throbbing clitoris. She pressed her hands against the insides of my thighs, widening them with the slightest pressure - gently opening me with her own sweet delicacy. The antennae on her wings bobbed up and down, springing open and closed and her wings rose and fell. It was as if they were flapping in preparation for her to take to the air. I was hypnotised by her loveliness.
A tingling heat began to grow inside me. I rose higher and pressed harder - I wanted her tongue as deep as she could get it, I wanted her to drink from my cunt, suck the nectar from it, and nourish herself with its honey.
She looked up at me, her eyes bright and clear - she was magnetic. I groaned as I took each of my nipples between a thumb and forefinger and squeezed as hard as I could. The pain burned into me, raced through my veins and joined the scorching joy that was flowing from my cunt. Then I cried out as, suddenly, without any further warning, I went rigid with a sharp and brutal orgasm.
Bracken looked up and smiled. She wriggled up between my legs and lay on my chest. I was panting and trembling.
‘Would you like to hear my story? About how I came to be here? Oh yes, I must tell you. Oh Syra, dear Syra. Your cunt is so sweet. I love the taste of it. Have I licked it enough? Did I get the tip of my tongue in deep enough? Here, let me kiss you so that you can taste it as well.’
She pulled herself up and kissed me. Her soft full lips opened against mine and her tongue entered my mouth. I could taste my cunt and, as her taut body squirmed on top of me, and she kissed me keenly, I felt another shuddering orgasm gripping me like a vice.
‘There,’ she said. ‘Now, how did I get here? Well it started at a party. It was fancy dress. I was there as a fairy. It was my first time. Sir Orfeo was there as a demon - he was only called ‘Orfeo’ then. He took to me a bedroom and said he wanted to spank me - he said he thought my bottom was delightful. I had never been spanked before, well, you know, not “properly”. He told me not to take anything off but just to bend over the edge of the bed. I didn’t know what to expect, but I did exactly as he said. He looked at me for quite a while, walking around, inspecting me I suppose. Then he rubbed his hand across the surface of my panties - I remember them so well, they were light mauve, satin, tight, and they covered my buttocks completely. Yes, he smoothed his hand across them - it felt delightful. There was something about the satiny surface that added to the sensation of his touch - it was so smooth, so sheer, so exquisite. And the material moved ever so slightly over the surface of my bottom as he stroked it. Then he peeled them down, slowly, very slowly. He held the waistband and pulled it away from my skin then drew the material down bit by bit. I felt the coolness of the air as my skin was exposed to it. I was so excited. Slowly, they came down until the waistband was just beneath the notch at the base of my bottom - where my bottom joins the tops of my thighs. He let it go and I felt the sudden snapping pressure of it - I moaned, I remember that, I moaned. Then he stood back and looked at me again. I didn’t know if I should do something - open my buttocks, or tighten them. I did nothing. Then he stood sideways and held his hand back at full stretch. I could just see a reflection of him in a mirror. I waited, I don’t know how long - seconds, minutes, I
couldn’t tell. Then I saw in the mirror his hand coming down, then I heard the smack, then I felt the jolt, then I felt the sting, then I cried out, then I had an orgasm. Just like that. One smack.
‘I squeezed my eyes shut every time his hand came down, but I opened them again as soon as I could to see him in the mirror. I don’t know how many he gave me. All I know is that I cried and that he gave me a handkerchief to wipe my eyes and blow my nose. He told me to pull my panties up and sit on the edge of the bed and wait. He left and came back a few minutes later with an older man. They talked for a while then Sir Orfeo told me to bend over the bed as I had done before. I did what I was told. I never thought to do otherwise. I watched this man in the mirror as well. But I was still sore, and this man was more vicious, his hand was rough and each time he smacked me I was knocked forward hard against the edge of the bed. Once I tried to get up but Sir Orfeo pushed me back down and the man continued. I cried a lot after he had done with me. Sir Orfeo said he would take me back to his flat and I could have a bath. I went with him and that night I cried myself to sleep in a strange bed with a strange man.
‘The next day he bought me some new fairy clothes - much finer, more satiny, and the panties fitted my bottom better, like the one’s I have on now. That night he took me out again to another party. This time he paraded me in front of everyone else as soon as we arrived. He made me prance and skip and had me jump off the edge of a sofa as if I was flying. He called me his own “little fairy” and asked if anyone wanted to spank me, particularly, he said, if they thought I done something naughty. One man said that he thought my wings were not straight enough and that was a good reason for a spanking. They all laughed and I was made to bend over there and then so that the man could spank me. After that others found more reasons and so, in a short while, my bottom was red and sore and tears filled my eyes. Then I was spanked for crying and then for not crying enough.
‘From then on, I was made to do more things. Sir Orfeo showed me how to suck cocks, how to take them deeply into my throat and how to swallow the semen without taking them out. Sometimes I was allowed to lick cunts, but not as much as I wanted. Once he found me licking a woman’s cunt and he was so angry he thrashed me with a cane. The next day he showed me his wand, a cane he had made and decorated with stars. He said it would work magic on me. He thrashed me with it there and then, to show me, he said, what would happen if I ever thought of disobeying him.
‘One night, one of the men Sir Orfeo was showing me off to, said he had never seen me fly, and I couldn’t be a fairy if I couldn’t fly. Sir Orfeo wrapped a rope around my chest and dangled me from the balcony. They all laughed and shouted at me, struggling fearfully as I hung suspended over the street below.
‘At one party he picked up another girl. It was nice to have a friend. Soon there were several of us. He christened us with fairy names. In the mornings he instructed us on sexual practice - how to do things and also how to bear the pain that the tormentors he allowed to use us provided. In the evenings we were taken out to clubs and parties, sometimes as a group, sometimes alone or in pairs or threes.
‘Then, one day, he announced that we were all leaving and going to the desert. He had bought several old vehicles and we drove here to find that, behind a heavy wired security fence, he had already built his ‘flying machine’. The machine, he said which would prove we were all true fairies.
‘We were all trained on the machine and clients started to come from miles around to watch us and then use us as they wished. Oh Syra, it is so good to lick your cunt. Will you lick mine? Sir Orfeo won’t allow that any more. Will you, Syra? Will you? Please, Syra, will you lick my cunt?’
Bracken draped her legs over my shoulders as I knelt before her. She had taken her panties off quickly, throwing them on the floor of the old van before lying back on the seat and asking me to start.
Her cunt was so sweet - wet, scented, and fragrant. The flesh was soft and pliable and the slit at its centre was pink and glistening with moisture. As I laid my tongue against it, she lifted her hips and cried out. It was a soft moaning cry, like a song. Yes, it was as if she was singing. I sensed her joy and, I don’t know how, I also sensed that this pleasure was more than she was allowed by her master, Sir Orfeo.
FAIRIES IN THE DESERT II
THE FLYING MACHINE
Suddenly, the side doors of the van burst open.
‘Bracken!’ shouted a man’s voice. ‘Out!’
Bracken pulled back. I felt a cool draft of air against my wet face.
‘Sir Orfeo!’ she cried out, dropping to her knees before him. ‘I know I have done wrong. I only went outside the fence to pick some desert flowers. Last night there was a shower of rain, and they are so beautiful. Punish me, please punish me. Oh, it was so wrong of me. But, Sir, her cunt is so sweet, it is like nectar, and you know I must feed. And it was only right to let her feed from me.’
He placed both his hands on her head.
‘Yes, I will punish you. Do not fret, my child. Your bottom will not escape my hand.’ Bracken furrowed her brow and scowled - she was clearly disappointed. ‘Or ... my wand.’
Her face suddenly lit up and she beamed widely in excited approval.
‘Yes! Yes! Your wand!’
She looked up at him intently.
Sir Orfeo was tall. His dark hair was held together in a long pony tail by a trailing purple ribbon. His face was angular and tanned. His eyes were bright blue and glittered in the dazzling sunlight. He wore a purple smock which reached the ground. His voice was soft and low. In his hand he held a black wand with tiny sparkling stars painted along its full tapering length.
‘And who is this beauty? Who dresses as one of my little fairy band but is unknown to me?’ He looked down disapprovingly at the still kneeling Bracken. ‘Who is it that has led my little Bracken astray?’
‘She is Syra,’ urged Bracken. ‘And her cunt is as sweet as apple blossom honey.’
‘Be silent!’ he shouted to her. ‘Your chattering is too much. Line up with the others. Your bottom needs to feel my wand sooner than I thought.’
Bracken jumped up and ran in amongst the others. They squabbled over places but, with some elbowing and pushing, they slowly brought themselves into a line.
‘Come, Syra. You can see my little band of fairies. See how obedient they are. See how they rush to obey every command I give them. Come.’
He opened his hand and let me walk ahead of him towards Bracken and the others. The green panties I had on were tight and pulled up between the crease of my buttocks. He lifted the hem of my short dress to look. I felt a wave of excitement surge between my buttocks. I hoped he would bend me over and look closer, or tell me to run into the line next to Bracken so that I could bend for his admonishing wand.
‘See how excited they are at the thought of taking my wand across their tight little bottoms. Follow me, Syra. Watch carefully and maybe you will be given a chance to earn your own wings.’
I followed him as he approached the line of excited fairies. Their wings sparkled in the bright sunlight, their antennae bobbed, and those that had headdresses nodded like butterflies sipping from a refreshing mountain spring. Bracken was at the far end of the line. She leant forward and smiled to me. I smiled back and she gave me a hurried wave with a hand she lifted only quickly and then only to shoulder height. She bobbed back quickly as Sir Orfeo stood at the other end.
‘You see we have a visitor, my little angels. Her name is Syra - if you have not already found out.’
They all giggled and leant forward to look.
‘Perhaps Syra might want to join you. We must show her our little ways, show her the pleasures that we take part in.’
They all nodded excitedly.
‘Please! Please! Please!’
Sir Orfeo Laughed.
‘Turn around , my little fairies. Show Syra
your best behaviour, and your best obedience.’
Still in line, they turned around.
One of them bent forward and lifted her short skirt. Her shiny silver panties caught the light, and the tight cleft at the centre of the gusset darkened in the sudden shadow.
‘Field Goblinwind!’ shouted Sir Orfeo. ‘You are too eager. Stand up until I tell you! Stand upright. Until you are instructed to do otherwise, stand upright!’
She pulled her dress down and, shaking her wings in a shiver of frustration, she stood up with her arms rigidly by her sides.
Bracken leant around and smiled at me as if to say ‘I told you so.’
‘Now, my fairies, lift the hems of your skirts. But slowly! I want to see your panties uncovered bit by bit, not all at once. I want to see how tight your bottoms are, how closely the material covers them. I want to see the cleft between your buttocks and how much the material of your panties is pulled into it. Slowly, my little angels. You will all have your fair share.’
Together they took hold of the hems of their short diaphanous skirts and lifted them enough to expose their panties. Each wore a different colour - silver, green, mauve, pink, gold, turquoise and opal white. Bracken ran her finger along the tight leg of her panties as she lifted her skirt, pulling it upwards and showing more of the taut cheeks of her buttocks on either side of the tight crack between them than would have been visible without her assistance. Again, she leant out of the line and smiled to me. She opened her eyes wide, dipped her head and squeezed up her shoulders. She was delectable.
Sir Orfeo saw her this time and walked over to her angrily.
‘Bracken! I tire of your disobedience! Come here!’
Bracken ran over excitedly. She bent before him and lifted her skirt. She had not pulled up her panties completely.
‘Pull your panties down and wait here. I will attend to you later.’
She smiled at me under her eyelashes. She looked as if she was barely able to contain her excitement, or perhaps she held a secret that was too much to keep. I could see her excitement was boiling over.
