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Lost in Eros, The Forest: Part 6

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Amazons Defeated by Kung Fu Master, disguised as a sexy witch.

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Shelonda & Don defeated the Amazon tribal sisters,

and gained the release of Toshia.

"I don't like this plan, Don," Nicole had said.

"I don't want to see any more killing."

"Neither do I," Don replied. "We're going to

do everything we can to avoid seriously hurting anyone. How much first aid do
they teach pre-med students?"

The answer had been not much, but Nicole had been a girl

scout and knew some rudiments. So, she was assigned the role of medic for the
rescue mission.

"There it is!" Don said, pointing ahead to where

he could just see the old ruined castle poking up out of the forest.
"Let's find someplace to land not too far from it."

In another minute, responding to Amy's mental commands, the

carpet settled down in a small clearing just a short, wooded distance from the
castle's gate. Don, Shelonda and Nicole disembarked – Nicole quite eagerly –
and Amy had the carpet carry her back up into the sky. Amy had her
instructions. She hadn't liked the thought of being left out of the main
action, but had eventually accepted Don's reasoning. At the very least, if
Don's plan didn't work, they wouldn't all be captured.

With Don taking the lead, the three on the ground set off

through the forest toward the castle of the Sisterhood. It was only a short
walk before they came to another, much larger, clearing in front of the gate of
the castle. The gate itself was very old, mostly of wood and actually in
surprisingly good condition. It had two valves, and the one on the right was
standing open. Two women were there, apparently on guard, though they had
placed their spears against the wall and were practicing what looked like crude
judo take-downs. Don and the others got half way across the clearing to them
before either of them noticed.

"Hey! Who the hell are you?" said one, a tall

woman with short, jet-black hair. To her credit, her partner, a shorter blonde
with longer hair, immediately went to grab both spears and took the opportunity
to give a high-pitched whistle through the open gate.

"I'm Don, and this is my student Shelonda and our

medical assistant Nicole," Don said amiably as he continued to approach
the castle.

"Medical assistant?" the guard asked as her

companion brought her spear.

"To help if anyone gets injured."

"OK, that's far enough," the guard said as she

leveled her spear at Don's chest, "or you're going to get injured
permanently."

Don frowned a little at that. He actually suspected that the

XYZ would help his, or anyone's, body repair any injury short of death, but he
didn't bother to explain this to the dark-haired woman. Instead he said,
"We're here to collect our friend, who we believe has been a guest of the
Sisterhood for the last few days."

"Oh you are, are you?" said a voice from above the

gate.

Don looked up to see a beautiful woman with long black hair

spilling over her shoulders and her armor standing on the battlements over the
gate. She certainly seemed to have the regal bearing that would go along with
leading the Sisterhood. He decided at that moment that this woman would respond
better to a particular approach – one of individual dominance.

"I am," Don nodded. "She became separated

from us, and has been here. I would be grateful if you returned her."

"And if I don't?" asked the woman, confirming

Don's guess as to her role in the Sisterhood.

"Then I'll have to make you," Don smiled.

The woman laughed derisively, and then said, "Kill him,

and take the women."

Without hesitation, the two guards drew back to thrust at

Don with their spears. Before they could attack though, his staff came up and
spun around in a clean arc through the place where the black-haired one's head
had been, carrying her down into a crumpled heap on the ground where she lay
unconscious. Immediately, Don reversed the momentum of his staff, batting the
blonde's spear aside, and then brought the other end of the staff around to
strike the woman's knee hard enough to buckle her leg painfully in the wrong direction.
She cried out in pain before Don stretched her on the ground with a blow to the
head. The entire exchange had taken less than three seconds.

Don held up his left hand to the half dozen warrior women

who had by now come through the gate and who were ready to charge him.

"We do not want to fight the Sisterhood," he said

in a loud, calm voice. "We only want our friend, Toshia, who is here in
your castle. Give her to us and Nicole here will tend to these good women and
we will be on our way. If you do not give her to us, though, I must challenge
your leader to personal combat."

"We do not stoop to fight with men," one of the

women in front of Don sneered. She was a big redhead with a spray of freckles
across her face.

"That sounds like cowardice to me," Don smiled

back at her.

"Take them down," the woman on the wall ordered.

At once, the six women, led by the freckled redhead, charged

Don and the girls. Don's hypothesis was that the XYZ was supercharging more
than just their sex drives, and that if he and Shelonda deliberately sought to
direct their energies into good kung fu they would be nearly unstoppable
fighting machines. Moreover, he had repeatedly noticed the flexible nature of
Eros, in that what a focused mind wanted often made itself available. Don and
Shelonda were now throwing themselves into the fray, letting the XYZ course
through their veins and expecting the world to bend itself to their will. They
leapt higher, dodged faster, and hit harder than seemed humanly possible. In
addition, they had a particular advantage thanks to the Wizard; their staffs
had been enchanted. Though they were still the light, flexible staffs Don and
Shelonda had brought from the Manor, they were now, for all intents and
purposes, unbreakable, and struck with a force much greater than normal. There
were additional abilities as well, but they were trying to hold back on those,
both to keep at least one of them in reserve as a surprise and because they
really didn't want to severely injure anyone.

It only took a minute or so before all six of the sisters

were lying on the ground around Don and Shelonda, either unconscious or
groaning in pain. Nicole quickly began moving about them, checking for broken
bones and beginning to bandage ankles and knees.

"So," Don called to the rest of the Sisterhood,

who by now were gathered outside the gate or along the walls, "you will
not stoop to fight a man, but you will stoop to attacking us three to one.
That's very brave. I'm quite impressed."

"I'll take you one-on-one, little man," said a

muscular woman with short brown hair. "When I'm done with you, I'll fuck
your ass with that staff of yours."

"Always the ass, eh, Wanda?" said a woman from the

crowd.

Wanda laughed and stepped forward hefting a good sized

battle axe in her strong hands.

Don smiled at her, "If you're nice, maybe I'll fuck

your ass with my 'staff' before I'm done with you."

The women seemed to like this and laughed at and with Wanda.

Though she didn't really seem to mind the teasing, Wanda chose this moment to
charge Don. It was a clumsy attack, and Don had no trouble slipping out of the
way. His staff flew around and smacked Wanda hard on the butt. He thought the
force of her charge would require a few more steps before she could turn, but
Wanda surprised him by spinning tightly and swinging her axe across at his
mid-section. Don sprang back in time, but only just. With impressive speed, she
changed the direction of the axe, swept it up and then arcing down at Don's
head. Rather than dodging though, Don stepped in and threw his staff up in both
hands, to catch the axe haft as it came down. Neither staff nor axe gave way,
as Don expected, though Wanda was surprised that the axe hadn't continued right
through the apparently more flimsy staff. Don took advantage of her surprise by
kicking her very hard in the crotch. Though this didn't have exactly the same
effect it might have on a male, it still hurt, and Wanda winced and pulled
back. Don pressed the attack, spinning his staff in a withering barrage of
strikes aimed at Wanda's head. While she was able to successfully block each
strike, Don was able to throw her off balance enough that he was able to slip
in close and punch her sharply in the gut. With a loud "Oof!" Wanda
doubled over, leaving herself open to a decisive rap on the skull that laid her
out on the ground.

There was a small burst of applause, abruptly cut off, as

Don turned to look over the gathered sisters with a cheerful yet derisive
smile. He was less astounded by his speed and strength than he was by his endurance;
he was barely breathing hard. "Anyone else want to do your leader's
fighting for her?"

"You're pretty good with that stick," said a

beautiful, tall blonde wearing her hair in braids, as she stepped forward. She
was wearing a blue sleeveless tunic hanging down almost to her knees and
cinched at the waist, leather wrist bands and sandals laced up the length of
her calves. She had all the beauty of Nordic women and a muscular build that
indicated both strength and speed. She also seemed to be smiling at Don with
genuine good nature. She asked, "Can you measure up without a
weapon?"

Don nodded and said, "Let's find out." He tossed

his staff to Shelonda and bowed to the blonde, adding, "I'm Don."

"Brigit," she nodded.

Don was acutely aware of the fact that he had just given any

attentive spectators a good demonstration of his basic fighting style. This
gave Brigit a possible advantage. She certainly had the fire of intelligence
burning in her eyes, so Don assumed she had an actual advantage. As a result of
these thoughts he did not rush in to attack her, though a fast step in and
side-kick was usually a good move in this kind of situation. He relaxed his
shoulders, slowed his breathing, and waited for Brigit to make the first move.

Brigit eyed Don calmly as she began to circle him. He noted

that she had her hands raised and open, suggesting that she might be a
grappler. Though she was ordinarily someone he might enjoy grappling, Don had
little taste for wrestling as a form of combat. He was out-massed by the big
woman; speed, agility and determination were his assets, two-thirds of which
would be sacrificed in a clinch.

He turned as she moved, eventually turning his back on the

bulk of the Sisterhood. Don actually thought they were too caught up in the fun
of watching the fight to actually interfere, and he was sure Shelonda would
alert him if someone made an unsporting move. Rather than attack him, the
sisters were taunting both Brigit and him, telling them to get on with it.

Finally, Brigit did just that, taking a few quick steps in

Don's direction, but he only danced back laughing. She came in again, this time
faster and swinging her right fist in a roundhouse. Don had bounced back,
though, and to his left. Before she could readjust, he landed two quick blows
on her right side. It felt like he'd punched a wall.

Brigit rounded on him, but he had already skipped back out

of the way. Her smile suggested that his punches hadn't made much of an
impression. Don didn't mind that; he was still sizing her up.

She came in fast again, but Don could tell she was a bit

hesitant; expecting him to evade her she was holding back. Don responded by
closing the distance between them. He blocked the blow she aimed at the left
side of his head with his forearm and simultaneously punched straight ahead at
her nose. There was a satisfying crunching sound as his fist connected. Don
didn't leave his fist out there long, but snapped it back in time to block the
punch she threw at the right side of his head. If he'd been slower, Brigit's
right-left combination would certainly have knocked him senseless; the woman
was certainly powerful. He brought his knee up and quickly snapped his heel
into Brigit's gut, pushing the two of them apart again.

Brigit's nose was bleeding profusely, and she wasn't smiling

any more. Don had to admit that this bout wasn't turning out as playfully as
he'd hoped. He thought he'd give the sister a moment to wipe some of the blood
off her face, but she came at him again. This time, she tried to close faster
and punch straight at him. Don dropped low, under her reach and hit her in the
side again, this time much harder. They passed each other and turned, but
Brigit took the opportunity to swing her fist back-handed at Don's head. He
only pulled back far enough to take the blow on his cheek. The force of the
impact knocked him to the side a bit and he tasted his own blood.

Brigit came at him quickly, and Don had to backpedal and

block furiously to avoid getting seriously hurt. Finally he was able to strike
upward with the heel of his hand at Brigit's chin. Her head snapped back and
she stumbled backward. Don sprang forward, taking two steps and then was high
in the air, his foot snapped around with blinding speed and Brigit's head
twisted to the side. Don and Brigit landed on the ground at the same time, he
lightly on his feet and she heavily on her back. As the crowd of women cheered
in spite of themselves, Don knelt quickly to make sure that Brigit was still
breathing. Nicole hurried up to check as well.

Before they could say a word to each other, Brigit opened

her eyes and said, "Damn! That was fast."

Don smiled down at her, touched his cheek which was already

red and starting to swell, and said, "It was an honor, ma'am."

"Next time, I'm going to kick your ass, you know."

"I'll look forward to it," he grinned.

"Enough!" a familiar voice barked over the hubbub

at the gate.

Don looked up to see that the beautiful sister who had been

talking to him from the wall had come down to the gate. Since she was smart
enough to lead this group of strong-willed women, Don figured she must realize
her predicament. If she had the other women attack Don she would appear weak,
even if they succeeded in defeating Shelonda and him, which some of them must
now be thinking was no sure thing. If she handed over Toshia she would appear
weak. If she just shut the gates on them and let them go away she would appear
weak. In fact, if she did anything other than fight him she would appear weak
and her authority would be undermined. Bullies were so easy to manipulate, Don
thought. Of course, she must now see that there was a very good chance that she
would be beaten by Don, which would be no less a disaster, at least from her
perspective.

She came out in front of the small crowd of women, wearing a

metallic breast plate that still managed to show off some cleavage, a skirt of
chainmail, metal greaves and bracers. Her midriff was impractically bare,
though Don certainly didn't mind that. Her jet black hair had now been pulled
back into a long ponytail. Don thought she was staggeringly beautiful, and the
haughty attitude only made her more appealing for some reason. In her hand was
a gleaming long sword in particularly good condition.

"You fight well for a man," she sneered.

Don, who had stood up, bowed a little in acknowledgement.

"I give you the opportunity to go in peace."

"We will gladly do so if you return our friend to

us," Don answered.

"We will not give you what is rightfully ours."

"Rightfully yours?" Nicole interjected

indignantly.

"Hush," Don said quietly. Then, back to the leader

of the Sisterhood, "We will not leave without her."

"Very well," she nodded. "I will make you

submit to me, or you will die."

"Or you will submit to me," Don smiled easily.

"I do not submit to men," she spat.

"Not to men, perhaps, but you will to me."

She scowled at him angrily, obviously unused to such

impertinence. Finally she said, "I will not fight you here; the ground is
littered with your sparring partners. Come inside and fight me in our
courtyard. No one but me will harm you."

Don nodded his acceptance, and turned to take his staff back

from Shelonda, who took the opportunity to say, "I don't know, Don, she
looks mean."

"Yeah, she does, doesn't she?" he grinned.

As the three of them approached the gate the sisters made

way for them, and Nicole said, "Just remember, I don't have any bandages
big enough for sword wounds."

They were led to an open area inside the castle where the

sisters obviously worked out and practiced with their weapons. Some of the
sisters and some smaller, obviously less assertive women quickly dragged
various bags and targets out of the way, clearing the space for the impending
duel. The other sisters climbed up on ledges and walls around the courtyard to
make sure they had a good view. Don noticed that Brigit and Wanda were able to
come in and take their places on a crumbled section of wall. There were a
number of doorways leading into the courtyard, and, opposite the point where
they'd entered, a set of broad stone stairs led to another open area, where a
bunch of chairs were arranged.

As soon as everything had been cleared from the area

sufficiently, the leader of the sisters took her place near the center of the
courtyard, and said, "If you need a sword, Brigit can lend you hers."

"No, that's alright; I wouldn't want to take a chance

on cutting that beautiful body of yours," Don smiled easily, as if he was
flirting with someone at the local coffee shop.

"I assure you I have no such reservations about cutting

yours."

"I think that's a lie... What's your name, by the

way?" Don began to slowly walk toward her across the open ground, his
staff in his right hand.

"Daphne," she snapped. "What do you mean 'you

think that's a lie'?"

"Well, you might just be mistaken, but I'm pretty sure

you don't really want to hurt me."

"Oh," she laughed, "you're quite wrong."

Don shook his head a little, and said, "No, I don't

think I am. I think you're starting to think it would be nice if I beat you and
carried you off somewhere and ravished you."

"How dare you!"

"I'll bet it's been a very long time since you were

well and properly ravished."

"What in the world makes you think I'd have the

slightest interest in being ravished by anyone like you?"

"The fact that you've let me get this close to

you," Don smiled. He was only a foot away from her. Close enough to see
her blue eyes quite clearly enough to read the surprise and then anger in them.

"You bastard!" she hissed and leapt back,

simultaneously bringing her sword up and around in a blinding arc.

Don laughed as he skipped back, temporarily out of range.

Daphne followed though, spinning her sword in a furiously fast series of arcs
in front of her.

"That's fancy," Don nodded, "but I can do it

too." He began to spin his staff in a figure-eight motion covering his
front and sides.

Snarling, Daphne leapt in and swung, counting on her steel

blade to cut or bash its way through Don's screen. Instead the sword glanced
off, and Don effortlessly reversed the staff's direction to hit Daphne's
exposed side. As before, the staff's enchantments imparted greater force than
the momentum Don provided would indicate. Cursing under her breath, Daphne
snapped her blade around in an arc aimed directly at Don's head. Twisting
quickly, Don brought his much lighter weapon up in time to block the strike,
catching the blade in the middle of the staff between Don's hands.

There was the briefest pause when it was clear to Daphne

that her sword should have broken the staff. Don smiled and said, "Yeah,
that's not going to happen, my dear."

"Is your head unbreakable?" she asked, and then

quickly snapped her blade around, over her head, to slash at Don from the
opposite side. Don blocked this easily, though the edge of her sword was only
inches from his scalp. Apparently unconcerned, Don let Daphne wear herself out
with a series of strong, fast cuts that he blocked almost casually.

When it seemed that she might be slowing down, but before

she could change her tactics on her own, Don changed his. He dropped low, into
a proper low stance, letting her sword whistle by high over his head, and drove
the end of his staff hard into Daphne's belly. He followed this by sweeping the
staff at her shapely legs. He managed to catch one and threw it out from under
her. Off balance from this double assault, Daphne stumbled backward. Don
pursued her, pressing his advantage. It was Daphne's turn to retreat and parry.
Three times Don managed to hit her, once more in the gut, once hard across the
arm, leaving a bright red mark, and once a glancing blow to the head, which
left a slight gash and a smear of blood.

This last hit seemed to irritate Daphne more than the others

and she launched into another enthusiastic offensive, which was actually rather
successful. She managed to leave a shallow cut along Don's left shoulder and
actually achieved a solid hit on Don's right shin, which would have crippled
him if he hadn't been wearing his shin guards, fresh from the Wizard's
wardrobe. Pausing slightly in surprise or anger, Daphne let Don get close
enough that he struck out with the heel of his hand, hitting her hard in the
center of her chest just above her chest plate where it showed off her
cleavage. Daphne gasped and stumbled back again, this time backing up until she
tripped a bit on the steps at her back.

To her credit, Daphne recovered quickly, stepped up on the

stairs, and had her sword at the ready in the second it took Don to launch his
next offensive. He drove her up the stairs until she was on the level with the
chairs. He heard the sisters clamoring behind him to keep the fight in view.
There was a brief exchange during which the tip of Daphne's sword scratched
over the surface of Don's chest armor, Don's staff cracked Daphne's right thigh
hard enough to make her cry out and then to favor that leg, and a sword blow
which was deflected by Don's bracer scored a bloody wound on the back of his
left forearm. Don seemed not to notice the two wounds he had sustained, and
continued to drive Daphne back toward the chairs behind her. When she came up
against one she had to devote a minute bit of attention to keeping her balance
and maneuvering around these obstacles, and this minor distraction provided Don
with the chance to strike her right wrist hard enough to make her drop her
sword. As the blade clattered to the stone floor, Don dropped his staff, and
closed in.

Kicking the chair behind her away, Daphne was just barely

able to twist aside to avoid the kick Don aimed at her midsection. She got her
hands and guard up fast enough to deflect the series of blows he aimed at her
head, and then gave him a fast jab which connected with his brow just above his
left eye. Moving in, pushing her back further, Don ignored the blood that ran
down past his eye, and threw a furious combination of punches and knee strikes
at Daphne.

Then, suddenly, Daphne was falling backward into a big hole

in the floor that Don had only barely noticed. A bit surprised, he still
managed to catch her right wrist, but, rather than allowing him to catch her
fall, this only meant that he was pulled down with her.

Together they landed on what seemed to be a very large,

thick mattress. Don landed on top of Daphne, though he was able to brace
himself on impact so that he didn't crush her too much. There was a moment when
he was able to take in the surroundings – there were bars around the mattress,
surprised, naked men looking in at them from the other side, a battered old
mirror, and apparently freshly laundered red sheets – before Daphne began to
struggle to push him off her. Don was done playing with her, though.

He caught her beautiful throat in his left hand and squeezed

just a little. Looking down into her livid face, he smiled and said, "Now,
that's enough. I won and you know it."

Daphne spat at him, and he tightened his grip a bit. Don

shoved his leg between hers and used his position and leverage to push her
strong thighs apart. Reaching down with his right hand, he pushed his palm up
along the inside of her leg, under her chainmail skirt. Sure enough, when he
got there, he found her already very wet.

Don chuckled a little and a drop of blood from his forehead

dripped onto her cheek. As he stroked her moist lips, she continued to struggle
but not very convincingly – at least not to Don or to her. He smiled and asked,
"Still going to say you're not interested?"

"I goddamn hate you!" she insisted. Then Don

pushed his fingers up inside her and she groaned a little in the bottom of her
throat.

"I don't think that's the same thing," Don smirked

as he began to work his fingers in and out of her, cupping his hand over her
sex, palm rubbing against her clit. He was aware that the men were watching
them and that the sisters had gathered around the opening through which Don and
Daphne had fallen. What they saw was a combination of Don pinning Daphne to the
mattress while he roughly handled her and Daphne sort of struggling while
clearly responding to his touch on her.

"You've fucking ruined everything, you bastard,"

she breathed through clenched teeth.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Would you stop if I said yes?" she scowled.

"No."

Daphne closed her eyes again and let a tremor of pleasure

pass over her. So quietly that only Don could hear her, she said,
"Good."

Don pushed his thigh up between her legs, taking the place

of his hand against her crotch. As he fumbled at his pants to push them and his
cup down to free his already half hard cock, Don leaned down and kissed Daphne.
Shocked, she first let him kiss her, then she began to respond, and then she
remembered herself and bit at his lip, drawing a bit more blood. Don just laughed
and shoved her back into the mattress with the hand around her throat. He knew
full well that he wasn't exerting anywhere near enough force to actually hold
her down if she really wanted to get out from under him.

Then, using his legs and his right hand, Don shoved Daphne's

legs apart and settled between them. He shoved her metal skirt up, took his now
very hard cock in hand and pushed it down between her legs. Don felt her warm,
wet lips embracing his head and then he pushed himself slowly into her. As he
filled her tight pussy, he leaned down and said, "You're mine now,
Daphne."

"I still hate you," she growled even as she was

reaching down to grab his ass and pull him into her.

"Say it," he said.

"I'm yours now," she breathed, "you

bastard."

Laughing, Don shoved in the rest of the way, feeling his

head hitting her cervix. He rocked there for a moment inside her and pressed
against her, before pulling almost all the way out and then driving in again.
After several such long, deep thrusts, he felt her hand slipping around his
neck and then holding the back of his head. Daphne pulled him down to her and
kissed him, not grudgingly but passionately, hungrily. They were kissing and
biting at each other as his cock slipped in and out of her fiery pussy. Don maintained
this steady, slow, deep fucking until he felt Daphne clenching and squeezing on
him, gasping around his tongue and lips as she came long and hard.

Don pulled back a bit, looking down at her and asked,

"Who else has ever beaten you?"

"No one," she answered proudly.

Don began to fuck in and out of her again, and said,

"So there's no reason you should ever bow down to anyone but me, is
there?"

She smiled up at him, and for the first time the smile

seemed completely without malice, "No, there certainly isn't."

"I'm glad we had this little chat," he chuckled

and began to pump in and out of her with increased vigor. Daphne wrapped her
long, strong legs around him and pulled him in closer. Don commenced fucking
her hard and fast. He had promised her ravishment and that's what he was
delivering. Claiming her body as the rightful prize in their fight, Don took
her as his own, pushing himself into her with all the energy he had used to
best her in combat. Daphne now gave no appearance of anything but enthusiastic
participation. No one watching could have any doubt that she was enjoying every
moment of the fucking Don was giving her. When she cried out with her second
orgasm, Don felt his own spilling over. He thrust deep into her and filled her
with his cum, shuddering and trembling as he spewed his seed deep inside her,
claiming her in as intimate a way as he could think of.

When Don finally stopped coming, and had caught his breath,

he began to look around a bit for the first time since he had begun taking Daphne.
Before he could get a good look, though, she pulled his head down and gave him
a brief, passionate kiss. When he pulled back to smile down at her, she
whispered, "Thank you."

"My pleasure," Don smiled warmly at her. For a

fleeting moment, he thought it would be fun to stay here with this Amazon queen
and rule this little corner of the forest. Then he remembered what he could
never fully forget – the need to find Toshia. Withdrawing from Daphne's warm,
wet embrace, Don sat back on his haunches. A burst of applause from the men on
the other side of the bars around them surprised him. His first instinct was to
grin and bow, but he recalled the dynamic he had no interest in undermining and
scowled at the men imperiously, and said in a commanding voice, "Don't
think any of you have earned the right to disrespect this woman, your
mistress."

The applause died off immediately.

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Don stood up, tucked himself back into his pants, and

rearranged his clothing. Only now, seeing Daphne's own disheveled and battered
state, did he remember that he was covered in sweat and blood. He was about to
ask how they were supposed to get out of this room, when a rope ladder was
dropped down from the open ceiling.

When they climbed up to rejoin Shelonda, Nicole and the

sisters, Don was unsurprised to see that the women were succumbing to the
tendency to friskiness that ruled this world. Women were making out and
fondling each other all over the place. None of it was particularly intense,
though, and the reemergence of Don and Daphne was noticed at once. Very quickly
all the playing ceased, and the sisters disentangled themselves. Brigit, her
face still bloody from her nose, came forward, nodded to them and promptly
dropped to one knee, bowing her head. Not quite at once, and sometimes a bit
grudgingly, the rest of the Sisterhood took a knee around Don. Only Daphne,
Nicole and Shelonda didn't explicitly kneel to his authority.

"You honor me by your submission, sisters," Don

said in a loud voice. "You have fought well and there is no shame in this
defeat."

Shelonda stepped up and handed him his staff. Don smiled at

her and then turned to Daphne and said simply, "Our friend."

Daphne nodded and said to Brigit, "Go fetch the

pup."

Brigit got up at once and went, while Don had to suppress a

smirk and a chuckle. He tried to be serious as he asked Daphne, "The
pup?"

Daphne nodded, "That must be your friend. We didn't

bother asking her name. You have to earn your place here, and she needed to be
... house broken."

Don couldn't help laughing at this. Then he asked, "So,

how's that going for you?"

Daphne smiled and began to answer when Brigit came back much

sooner than expected. The blonde was followed by a naked waif of a brunette who
seemed rather distraught.

Brigit didn't say anything until she came close enough to

Don and Daphne that what she said wouldn't be overheard by more than a few
people. Then she whispered, "She seems to have run away."

"Run away?" Daphne seemed confused at the very

possibility.

"This girl was coming to find me," Brigit

explained. "Apparently .Toshia climbed out a window some time before Don
arrived."

Don smiled broadly. I should have realized Toshia

wouldn't need to be rescued.

Daphne saw his smile and said, "There is reason for

concern. Your friend is no fighter and there is some danger in the woods."

"What kind of danger?" Nicole asked.

Daphne didn't answer immediately, but said to Brigit,

"Get everyone who isn't injured organized into search parties." Then,
once Brigit had nodded and turned away, Daphne said to Don and the others,
"There is a dangerous creature that lives in the forest. We call it the
Bull."

Chapter 13

The Bull: Toshia has charms to soothe the savage beast.

Toshia had almost no experience with large animals. She

hadn't grown up on a farm or anything. All she could think was that she
shouldn't make any aggressive or fast moves. She was glad she didn't have a red
cape or anything, but then realized that she didn't even know if that made any
sense. Maybe bulls just had poor vision so bullfighters used the bright color
to draw their attention. Of course, it was likely that none of this really
mattered, since, clearly, this was no ordinary bull.

Sure, it had the head of a dark brown bull, with large, dangerous

looking horns. Its big dark eyes were watching Toshia carefully. It had a thick
bovine neck, covered with proper bull fur... or was it hair on cows? At the
shoulders though, everything changed. From there on down, well, until the
thighs, the Bull had the body of a big, muscular man, also dark brown, though
hairier than she had ever seen a black man's body. His thighs started out
human, but transitioned strangely into the legs of a sturdy bull, complete with
hooves. How he managed to balance effectively on those feet was a puzzle she
set aside for the moment.

Toshia held still as the Bull, or, more properly, the

Minotaur, took a few steps toward her, moving further into the sunlit clearing.
Toshia was not surprised to see that it had a large cock between its legs. She
guessed that the Minotaur was two meters tall at the shoulder, but couldn't
work out exactly how tall it was altogether, counting the head and horns,
particularly since the broad neck bent forward. It had very broad shoulders and
superb musculature to support that heavy cranium and those big horns.

It looked at her carefully, perhaps wondering why she didn't

run off. Toshia was wondering that herself. As it looked at her, its hand moved
to its cock. Toshia's eyes followed the motion, and noticed that he was getting
hard looking at her naked body. She caught herself smiling at the thought, and
wondered if there were any she-Minotaurs in the neighborhood. Maybe that's
why he's got a bad reputation, she thought. She decided to try communicating
with him.

In her sweetest voice she said, "Have you been chasing

the girls with that big cock of yours?"

The Minotaur blew a little air out of its nose, as if it was

laughing, and then Toshia was sure he nodded his big head a little.

She decided, or decided to assume, he wasn't going to charge

her and kill her, so she stood up. She considered the creature's now hard sex.
It was as thick as the Player's, but not quite as long. The sight of it was
already making Toshia's pussy wet.

"I'm not going to run away," she said.

The Minotaur cocked his head to the side, as if he was

trying to work out what Toshia was up to.

Moving slowly and carefully, Toshia stepped across the

little stream and approached the big male, who towered over her. She found
herself unmistakably aroused at the Minotaur's undeniably masculine physique
and generous equipment. After her time with the satyrs she was well past
thinking of these human-animal hybrids from classical mythology as being too
alien for sexual congress. In spite of Nina's concerns he didn't seem in the
slightest bit like a predator in any meaningful sense. He looked down at her
with those deep brown eyes, and Toshia tried to imagine what he was thinking. If
he's like everything else around here, she thought, the XYZ has him
completely horny.

"What about it, big fella," she said in her soft

voice, "have all the girls been too afraid of you to help you out with
that?"

The Minotaur snorted what she took to be affirmation.

Toshia reached out and ran her hand lightly over his chest.

The hair was surprisingly soft, and his muscles were hard under his flesh. She
moved her hand up to caress the sinews of his big neck, then down along his
firm bicep. When she reached his big hand, she lifted it, a little surprised at
how heavy it was. Toshia brought it up to her face and brushed her cheek
against the furry back of the hand, and then placed it on naked breast. The
Minotaur breathed in and began to caress her with a surprisingly gentle touch.
Toshia had been a bit worried that he would be too rough and strong for her,
but he seemed quite capable of controlling himself, at least for now.

As her body quickened under the bull-man's touch, Toshia

reached out and up to trace her fingertips over the end of his large prick. Due
to his greater height, the base was as high as her upper belly, and the length
put the head about level with her collarbone. She bent her head down and kissed
the tip of it. She reached up with her other hand and began to move both hands
up and down his length. She couldn't get her fingers around it entirely, but
she did her best. In any case, she loved having the hard shaft of flesh in her
grasp. Toshia began to kiss the head repeatedly, and then opened her mouth wide
to get it past her lips. She bobbed her head a bit on him, enjoying having the
meaty organ filling her mouth. Given her new-found mission to see how much she
could do with her body, Toshia was quite determined to get this beautiful thing
inside her. Her hands moved down to caress his big, full balls as she ran her
tongue over his cockhead's slit. She found some salty-sweet precum there and
smiled happily up at those big brown eyes.

"It sure is big," she said, "and so hard. Do

you want to fuck me with it?"

The nod was unmistakable this time.

Toshia laughed and said, "Good, but you have to promise

to be gentle with me. You can do that, can't you?"

He nodded again.

"OK, but how are we going to do this?" Toshia

looked around the clearing. There was a low rise that looked like it might be
of use, but Toshia thought the best option was probably the simplest. She
looked around for something she could stand on. She saw a good sized rock near
the stream and said, "Can you pick that up and put it over there near that
tree?"

The Minotaur snorted, almost derisively, and quickly moved

over and picked up the big rock as if it was a big bag of groceries. He took it
over to where Toshia stood pointing.

"Put it right here," she said. When it was in

place, she stood on it, facing the tree. She was about a foot higher now.
Toshia leaned forward, bracing her hands on the sturdy tree trunk. The rock was
big enough that she could spread her feet out on it some, which she then did.

Toshia looked over her shoulder and said, "How's

that?"

As if he couldn't believe his luck, the Minotaur carefully

reached out to touch Toshia's naked butt. When she didn't scream or run away,
he moved in closer, and she felt his thick cock against the crack between her
cheeks.

Toshia pushed back against him, looked over her shoulder and

said, "Well, don't keep a girl waiting, big fella."

There was another low bovine snort, and then she felt him

pushing himself down between her legs. He must be bending his knees to get
the angle right, she thought, and then the big, fat head was pressed against
her eager and very wet lips. Then he was pushing into her, and she felt like it
was too much for her to take, but only for a moment. Then all Toshia could
think was how good it felt to have her pussy filled with that thick cock! She
pushed back against him, making the Minotaur completely fill her.

"God, that's good!" she exclaimed.

His big, broad hands grasped her around the waist, almost

closing around her, and he began to work in and out of her.

"Yes, that feels so good!" Toshia almost yelled.

"Fuck me!"

The Minotaur was soon grunting as his massive phallus

plundered Toshia's tight, wet pussy. She felt his hot breath on the top of her
head. For a moment Toshia imagined the scene as if someone else were seeing it
-- her tiny body being fucked by this huge thing with a bull's head. She would
have reached down to play with her clit, but she needed to keep both hands on
the tree to keep her balance. She wished there were someone there to see this
preposterous and incredibly hot scene.

"Now that looks like fun!" said a familiar voice

from off to Toshia's left.

Toshia looked and was completely surprised to see Amy

standing in the clearing watching her and the Bull. She was wearing a cute
khaki explorer's outfit, with a buttoned short sleeve shirt and cargo shorts.
She was even wearing hiking boots. There were a lot of things crowding around
in Toshia's mind, none of which were adequate to the occasion of Amy's sudden
appearance. At the forefront, though, was Oh good! He didn't get scared off.
He's still fucking me. So, Toshia decided to go with that thought and
respond directly to what Amy had said.

"Oh yeah, it is!" she grinned. "Are you just

going to stand there and watch?"

"That doesn't sound like me, does it?" Amy laughed

and quickly began to shed her clothes.

Toshia turned her attention back to the vigorous fucking she

was getting, and pushed herself back on the Minotaur's stiff prick. She found
herself eager to feel him filling her with his cum. Then she felt Amy's hands
on her body. The sexy blonde had stripped and was now between Toshia and the
tree trunk, kissing Toshia's breasts. Amy's fingers moved down along Toshia's
belly, dancing lightly over the pink and red scrapes from Toshia's descent from
the trees, and quickly began to play with her clit. In mere moments, Toshia was
coming, crying out and shaking as waves of ecstasy washed over her. As she
came, she continued to push back against the Minotaur's hard body. Then, when
she was coming down, she felt that beautiful cock inside her swelling even more
and then it was pumping hot, sweet cum up inside her.

"Oh god, yes, yes," Toshia moaned and then began

to come again. She sagged between Amy and her Minotaur lover, tears running
down her cheeks and a happy grin plastered on her face.

"Wow," Amy breathed as she hugged Toshia's naked

and sweaty body to her full breast. "Can I have a turn?"

Toshia laughed and said, "I'm sure he'd like

that." She looked over her shoulder, saying, "How about it, big
fella, do you want to fuck my pretty friend here?"

The large, horned head nodded emphatically. The Minotaur

immediately pulled out of Toshia with an audible sucking sound.

"Hey, hey!" Toshia cried. "Take it easy

there! We're not going to run away on you, and it's just rude to abandon a girl
so abruptly."

The Minotaur made some almost articulate sounds that Toshia

chose to interpret as an apology.

Amy was helping Toshia keep her balance as she stepped off

the fucking-stone, when Toshia saw that there was what looked like a fancy,
large area rug in the clearing, with what looked like a back pack or satchel on
it. She went ahead and asked, "What's that?"

"Oh, that's the flying carpet," Amy said.

"The Wizard lent it to us so we could come rescue you."

"Um, okay. Where's everyone else, then?"

"They're at the castle. Don's fighting the sisters --

that's the right word, right? Don's fighting them to make them release
you," Amy explained.

Toshia laughed, "Of course he is." She was

suddenly both worried about Don's safety and charmed by his foolhardy attempt
to be the dashing hero. A number of ideas suggested themselves to her in fairly
quick succession, but the one that seemed most pertinent was that there was
pleasure to be attended to here in the forest. "Can you make that thing
hover in place?"

When Amy answered that she was pretty sure she could, Toshia

gave her directions and soon the carpet was floating at just the right height
and Amy was lying on her back upon it, with her butt on the edge and her legs
spread.

Toshia, still standing on the ground, leaned in and ran her

tongue over Amy's exposed pussy.

"Mmm, delicious," Toshia pronounced, "and

already very wet. Want me to go down on you, or have our friend fuck you?"

"Oh, can't I have both?" Amy asked. She was

already running her hands over her tits, squeezing and pulling at her hard
nipples.

"Can you wait, boy?" Toshia asked over her

shoulder with a smile. She took the Minotaur's snort as a "yes" and
promptly bent back down to run her tongue up between Amy's moist lips, scooping
up the sweet nectar with the end of her tongue.

"Oh, that feels so good," Amy murmured.

Toshia lapped her tongue over Amy's clit, making the woman

shudder and whimper. Toshia began to lick at Amy's clit while moving her hand
up so that she could push two, then three fingers up inside her pussy. Knowing
that the Minotaur's cock was easily as big around as her hand when it was
squeezed together, Toshia decided Amy could do with the full treatment. Toshia
kept licking Amy's clit as she worked her fourth finger into her wet and
grasping pussy. Amy gasped and shuddered, but relaxed her vagina to accept the
extra intrusion, and even pushed back, encouraging Toshia.

The floating carpet held its position well, Toshia thought,

as she fucked her four fingers in and out of Amy's cunt. Licking steadily at
the clit in front of her, Toshia withdrew her fingers, clustered them together
with her thumb and proceeded to push into Amy's pussy until her entire hand was
inside the beautiful woman, who was now writhing on the carpet, clutching her
breasts and moaning aloud. Toshia kept pumping her hand in and out of Amy,
whose juices were flowing freely, running slowly down Toshia's arm. All the
while, Toshia continued licking and now sucking at Amy's clit. Toshia now
realized that she wanted to be fisted by Amy, Shelonda or Nicole in the very
near future -- maybe they could take turns! Then, Amy was coming, loud, long
and hard. Toshia held her hand still, deep inside Amy's clenching vagina, and
sucked on her clit as Amy enthusiastically and vocally rode out her intense
orgasm.

When Amy collapsed back down on the carpet -- her full

breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath -- Toshia slowly withdrew
her sopping, slippery hand, turned to the Minotaur, and said, "She's all
yours, big fella."

The Minotaur, whose erection had never done more than

slightly subside, moved forward quickly to take Toshia's place between Amy's
thighs. Amy smiled up at him as he pushed the big, fat head of his phallus
slowly into her waiting pussy.

"Oh, yes!" Amy said with a grin. "That feels

great! Fuck me with that big cock!"

The Minotaur didn't hesitate, and proceeded to push the rest

of his massive organ into Amy's willing pussy. The carpet didn't budge as he
began to fuck steadily in and out of her. Amy encouraged the Minotaur with a
steady stream of happy grunts and moans.

Toshia clambered up on the carpet, got on her hands and

knees and gave Amy a long, deep kiss, sharing the sweet taste of pussy. Toshia
loved the sight of Amy's nice round tits jiggling back and forth as she was
fucked steadily. She moved to get her mouth on one of those luscious boobs, but
Amy stopped her, saying, "Sit on my face, Toshia. I want to lick
you."

More than happy to oblige, Toshia quickly straddled Amy's

head, facing the Minotaur so she could watch him fucking Amy. She lowered
herself down until she felt Amy's mouth and tongue on her pussy and clit. Amy
proceeded to lick the Minotaur's cum out of Toshia, while her chin pressed
against Toshia's clit. Wriggling a little in delight, Toshia noticed that the
Minotaur's horns were just over her head, and just the right distance apart...
She reached up and took hold of them, using them to hold herself in place over
Amy's mouth. In this way the three of them formed a triangle, connected at Amy's
mouth and Toshia's pussy, Toshia's hands and the Minotaur's horns, and the
Minotaur's huge cock and Amy's pussy. Like this they swayed and worked
together, each of them getting closer and closer to orgasmic release.

Toshia found the sight of that enormous cock sliding in and

out of Amy to be incredibly erotic, in part because she was having a hard time
with the fact that her own tiny little body had taken that thing in so
wonderfully well. She swayed there, between Amy's talented tongue and the
Minotaur's horns, watching Amy's beautiful pale and perfectly curved body
getting plundered by this mythical beast with its dark, monstrous cock, and
remembered that that same thing had just a short while ago had fucked her as
vigorous and filled her with its thick, sweet cum, which Amy now had so eagerly
licked and sucked out of her.

"Oh, fuck!" Toshia sighed. Then she cried out as

she came again, pushing down on Amy's mouth as the explosion of delight swept
over her in intense, fiery waves. She held on to the bull's horns as she shook
and shuddered.

Then Amy and the Minotaur were coming, moaning and grunting

loudly in the clearing. Toshia managed to get off Amy's face without taking her
eyes off the image of the two bodies coupling in passionate carnal union. As Amy
shuddered through the tail end of her orgasm, she moaned, "Oh, that was
wonderful!"

Toshia smiled down at her friend, and leaned down to give

her a long kiss, enjoying the taste of herself on Amy's mouth. After a moment,
Amy sighed and Toshia looked down to see that the Minotaur had pulled out of
Amy's pussy. There was a long rope of white cum hanging between the head of his
cock and Amy.

"Yum!" Toshia exclaimed and quickly crawled to the

edge of the carpet. She caught hold of the Minotaur's hip and urged him closer.
When he obliged, she sucked the head of his cock half-way into her mouth,
simultaneously getting a mouthful of delicious cum and getting her face covered
with the stuff. After sucking down several good swallows of jizz from the
Minotaur's cock, Toshia lowered her mouth to Amy's messy cunt and began to suck
and lick up every bit of Minotaur cum she could find. Amy happily encouraged
Toshia, even to the point of gently rolling the both of them over into a 69,
with Amy on top, so every drop of the mingled Minotaur's juice and her own
would run down into Toshia's mouth and onto her face. Of course, Amy also took
the opportunity to go back to licking Toshia, this time directly concentrating
on her clit.

While they were engaged with each other like this, they were

very close to hanging off the edge of the floating carpet. The Minotaur, who
apparently felt left out, took advantage of this situation and came back over
to press the head of his big, brown cock between Amy's legs, between Amy's
pussy and Toshia's mouth. With a little help from Toshia and the Minotaur, Amy
adjusted her hips so he could enter her again, while Toshia could continue
licking Amy's clit.

Toshia lay there on her back, having her pussy and clit

licked by Amy, who was being fucked from behind by a big man-bull, while Toshia
was herself tonguing Amy's clit and the underside of the beast's hard shaft. It
didn't take much of this before Amy was coming again for the third time. Toshia
followed soon after, gasping and moaning underneath Amy. Then, to Toshia's
surprise, the Minotaur was coming again as well. His cock swelled in front of
her eyes and she watched as he pumped cum up into Amy. Of course, there wasn't
enough room for all that cum, so it spilled out around that big cock down onto
Toshia's face and into her eager mouth.

She tried to catch it all, but when he pulled out of Amy,

very slowly, a flood of the sticky, delicious stuff ran out into her mouth and
all over her face. Laughing, Toshia did her best to lick Amy clean, but it was
no use; there was just too much, and it was all over the place.

Amy moved around so that she could help Toshia out, licking

and sucking up as much of the cum as she could, or helping scoop it up for
Toshia to slurp down.

When they were as done as they were likely to get, the two

women sat up and noticed the Minotaur was standing by, watching them. His cock
was now, finally, deflated.

"I like your friend," Amy grinned. "Can we

keep him?"

"He certainly does have some good qualities, doesn't

he?" Toshia smiled. Then, as she hopped off the carpet, she asked the
Minotaur, "Do you have something like a club? You know, a big stick you
could use to knock things around."

He looked back at her in apparent confusion, so she looked

around for a moment, found a good sized stick and showed him what she had in
mind. He seemed to understand and headed off into the forest.

"We better get cleaned up before he comes back with

another hard-on," Toshia laughed.

As she dropped off the carpet, Amy said, "Oh, that reminds

me, I have your clothes with me."

"Clothes," Toshia said as she stepped into the

cold water of the stream, "I remember those."

While they washed the sweat and cum off, Amy said, "I

was supposed to just fly around the area out of sight for a while, and then go
back to see if the others needed help, but then I saw you and your
friend."

"Well, we better go see if we can help them out,"

Toshia smiled. "Those women are bad asses and probably have Don tied up
and whipped or something already."

By the time they had pulled their clothes on over their damp

bodies, the Minotaur had returned, carrying what looked like the trunk of a
small tree.

"Can we leave that carpet here?" Toshia asked.

"I think so," Amy nodded. "It's only supposed

to move where I tell it to."

"That's convenient."

Toshia tried to explain to the Minotaur that she wanted it

to follow her and help her out if needed. He seemed to understand all of this
to some extent, and fell in behind her as Toshia led him and Amy back toward
the castle. Walking on the ground, and without worrying much at all about being
quiet, they made good time through the forest. When they came to the crumbling
stone wall, Toshia led them around until they came to the clearing in front of
the castle's gate.

It looked like someone had made a mess out of the ground

there in front of the castle, and Toshia naturally feared the worst for Don and
the others. In front of the gate were two sentinels -- women who took one look
at the Minotaur behind Toshia, gaped for a second, and then bolted inside.

"OK, let's hope the rest of them are as scared as they

were," Toshia said grimly. "Stay close."

Toshia knew that the sisters could probably gang up on the

Bull and bring him down, but it would be a costly victory, and she was hoping
they would be too freaked about his sudden appearance at her side to actually
fight. She was counting on the elements of surprise and fear to carry the day
so that they could get Don, Shelonda and Nicole and get the hell out of there
before the sisters had time to collect their wits. With all this in mind,
Toshia led her little trio with the big stick into the courtyard of the castle.

She wasn't surprised to see the sisters all gathered there

armed to the teeth and looking at her and the Minotaur with alarm. They were
all scrambling to get as far away from the Bull as they possibly could. Their
bogeyman was probably bigger and scarier in real life, and not only had those
dangerous horns but was wielding a huge club. She also expected to be
confronted by the indomitable Daphne and Brigit.

What Toshia had not been expecting, though, was seeing Don

at the head of these women. He stood there confidently, his staff held lightly
in his hand. He was a bit bloody, and seemed to have the beginnings of a black
eye, but he was smiling at her with obvious ease. Also obvious, was the fact
that both Daphne and Brigit were standing behind him, looking to him for
leadership.

"Hi Toshia, we were just coming out to look for

you," he said.

"And I was just coming to rescue you," she said,

"but obviously you don't need it."

"And neither do you," he laughed.

Then Don dropped his staff, and caught her in his arms as

she rushed across the courtyard. She hugged him tightly, and reveled in having
his warm embrace around her. She hadn't really appreciated how much she had
missed him until that moment. Finally, they were together again.

To be continued.

By BradentonLarry for Literotica

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