A Sixville Bedtime

There was a tent on the beach and Sadia and Fenea went inside, leading out horses.

"Good, just where we were told they'd be. Let's be off, comrades." Maud ordered.

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They had ridden for a couple of hours when Sadia called a halt.

"There is a man following us on horse back. I can see his shape on the skyline." She informed the group.

"It must be a local tribesman, out for a ride. We have the only other tame horses in the desert." Maud reasoned.

"But, Maud, the nomads never travel alone and why would they be following us?!" Fenea joined in.

"Never mind who he is! We'll be at the Gour border in a couple of days and he'd have to be impossibly fast to catch us now." Maud screamed, spurring her horse forward.

They rode hard for hours, baking in the hot sun. At least Sadia was kind enough to share her water rations with the dehydrating Applepip.

It a short time they reached a shady oasis and rested for a spell. They refilled their canteens and let the horses drink and cool down.

"The man is gaining on us, Maud." Fenea said, looking back the way they had come.

"Unfeasible. No man can ride that fast." Maud muttered.

"It's true. Look for yourself." Sadia suggested, handing their leader the spyglass.

Maud snatched it away and looked. Some distance back, but clearly getting closer, rode a masked man in black.

"Sadia, stay here. Kill him when he arrives and then catch up with us."

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"I won't insult your intelligence Will; the masked man is Barnaby but he's going by the name of Bloodquaffer Bill now." Hope explained.

"Well DUH!" Will ejected.

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The masked man dismounted and bent over the tracks left in the sand next to the pool of water.

He froze as a blade was held against his throat.

"I'm supposed to kill you, you know?" Sadia whispered behind him.

"Well, why else ambush people at secluded desert oases?" Barnaby said evenly.

"Quiet. I dislike killing, when there are other ways of getting what I want." Sadia spoke, walking round to face him, knife tip still at his skin.

"What are you suggesting?" Barnaby queried, taking in Sadia's expressive kohled eyes.

"All I need to do is distract you and steal your horse, then you would be unable to follow. The nomads would stop by in no time and take you where you wished to go."

"How do you plan to distract me? I am quite determined to reach my goal." Barnaby said calmly.

"My name is Sadia. My mother was the finest dancer in the whole of Turkey. One day a white man visited our home and began to woo my widowed mother. Virtually overnight she changed. She suffered terribly from lack of food and sleep. She drew gaunt and pale. I could only watch as she withered away to a husk of her former self."

"How old were you?" Barnaby asked softly.

"I was ten. One night I saw what the foreigner was doing to my mother... I'm sure you can imagine...anyway the next day she was wearing a padlocked collar round her neck. When she saw the horror in my eyes my mother told me that she belonged to the man now, though he had left, never to return.

She died a month later. She had told me the key to the lock was one of gold and adorned with onyx serpents. The man always wore it around his neck. I resolved then to retrieve the key so I could undo the bond and let my mother's spirit rest in peace.

It was then that I entered the harem and began my education. I knew I would need to be the most skilled in all the subtle arts of seduction if I was to be capable of besting the man with the key.

When I had learnt all that could be taught I made my escape, becoming a fugitive from the Sultan, my husband.

But that is of little consequence...I've been told that I have learnt my lessons well. No man can resist my touch.

I propose that I test my craft on you, and should you prevail, I will let you on your way." Sadia concluded her story.

"I accept your challenge, on one condition. You must let me try to bring you to satisfaction too."

Sadia nodded and sheathed her knife.

She stepped closer to him and pushed him onto a fallen palm tree.

Her dextrous hands unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his hairless chest. The tips of her fingers grazed over his skin whilst her perfumed breath landed softly on his nipples.

The palms of her hands slid over his belly and Barnaby was surprised to discover that they seemed to radiate pleasure. Truly her touch was that of a great courtesan, one who had honed her arts of sexual magic. His dick grew hard at the anticipation of them reaching it.

Sadia smiled beneath her veil.

Her fingers coaxed and teased Barnaby's goose pimpled skin. She rubbed his nipples with bejewelled knuckles and he shivered at their solidness.

Sadia removed her veil and Barnaby was enchanted at her beauty. She kissed him on the lips and moved her hands to his bold crotch.

She undid his fly with the ease it takes years of practice to develop.

She began to flex her long soft fingers around his shaft, kneading it with sublime grace.

Barnaby reached out and found an opening in Sadia's billowing skirts. His own hand pushing through layer upon layer of silky fabric until her found what he sought; the sweetest texture of all, her lubricated pussy.

Barnaby had remained faithful to Applepip over all the years that separated them but life as king of the bandits had taught him many things.

His talent for pickpocketing was unsurpassed, and what was a pussy but a juicy pocket? His fingers delved deeper, sure to find something of value.

His thumb strummed her clitoris as if it were a gypsy fiddle, played on All Hallows.

At the back of her mind Sadia grew worried. The stranger was frigging her with such prowess that she feared the challenge would be lost.

She resolved to concentrate harder on the cock in her hands. No man could outlast a woman when the pleasure stakes were as high as this, surely?

She entwined all ten digits around his thick and long member and began to flex, massaging it all over. She added some saliva to lubricate it a little.

Barnaby jerked at the change in sensation. He must not succumb to Sadia or all would be lost but as she drew back his foreskin and squeezed his purple head he had his doubts.

Sadia was breathing heavily so he knew that she feeling his efforts. He doubled the pace of his fingers slipping in and retreating from her gaping snatch.

She reached round Barnaby's hot sweaty body with her other hand and teased it down his crack, playing just at the entrance.

He shivered again at the illicit thrill and knew from the fire in his balls that he would come soon and lose everything as he spilled his seed for Sadia. Barnaby would have to take things up a notch if he was to win.

His free hand left Sadia's luscious hips and shot under her thin blouse. He leant over and nibbled at her neck as he found her nipple.

The addition of three times the sensation caused Sadia to wail out her ecstasy.

Barnaby kept at it until the Eastern beauty was convulsing in the palm of his hand.

Her hands mercifully fell from his crotch. He missed their touch but victory was assured.

He began to experiment with the woman in his power, noting how the slightest motion with his tongue on her shoulder would correspond with a twitch or her pussy growing moister.

When Sadia stopped cumming and fell to the dirt, it was all she could do to flop her head at him and open her eyes.

Barnaby tucked his cock away and stood up.

"You truly are a mistress of seduction, Sadia but I must be going now. The tribes you mentioned earlier are matriarchal and friendly so farewell and good luck." He called over his shoulder at the spent harema.

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"Hope, you shouldn't be reading this. It's...it's...not appropriate." Will protested. He'd been forced to turn on his side to hope the bedclothes hid the stiff erection that had grown at her words.

"Why is that, Will?" Hope asked, seeming naïve.

"You're my mother-in-law..." He croaked.

"Stories are harmless. What are you afraid of?" She added.

How could he tell her that he thought her soft deep voice was bewitching him? He could not answer and Hope turned the page.

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Fenea and Maud stood on the slopes of the Unnamed Mountains (the people of this territory were famous for their dislike of names) that had risen from the shifting sands and watched as the black figure rode from the oasis with two horses.

"He has bested Sadia." Fenea pronounced.

"Well, he shan't get passed you. Wait for him and then rip him apart with your bare hands.

So Fenea waited as Applepip went off with Maud.

The horseman was upon her in no time.

"Stop right there." She commanded.

"You're quite a woman." Barnaby gulped as he saw her giant form.

"I am meant to kill you but it hardly seems like a fair fight. These mountains are full of little villages. If I were to take your horses you would not die here but would be unable to hinder our task." Fenea said.

"I can't just give up my horses to you, no matter how strong you are. We'll have to fight, no?" Barnaby replied.

"People always judge me because the way I am. They think that I have no feelings. They tease me or ignore me. They fail to see the good side of being my size." Fenea moaned.

"Please enlighten me." Barnaby answered, sincerely intrigued.

"My mouth can take any man without discomfort and my tongue is as large as you'd expect. I'm suggesting that I suck you off and when you are spent I can go on my way."

"Sounds reasonable. Would you like me to return the favour, same rules?"

"Why not? Your little tongue will have to work very hard to get me off..." Fenea warned him as she dropped her clothes over a boulder.

Barnaby did likewise.

"Lie and down and we'll sixty-nine?" He asked, hesitantly, unsure of the etiquette.

"I'd prefer to stand." Fenea laughed and grabbed him by his bare midriff.

Within seconds he was suspended in the air, feet first, her arms wrapped around his waist.

He dangled with all the blood rushing to his head, Fenea's pussy swimming before his eyes.

He brought his hands to her gargantuan thighs and swung his head at her hairy bush.

Her enormous pussy lips almost swallowed his face effortlessly.

Fenea pushed her head down between his flapping legs and rolled her tongue round Barnaby's flaccid cock. It did not stay soft for long.

She could suck in his cock and balls with one easy mouthful. Barnaby found the experience threatening to overwhelm him. It was like a warm chasm had latched onto his genitals and was bathing him with the strongest, most prehensile tongue that ever existed.

Fenea's lungs were obviously huge and she could go without breath for quite some time. When she did draw in oxygen the suction on Barnaby's cock and balls was astounding. Were his cries of pleasure echoing in Fenea's cavernous cunt?

Barnaby had promised Applepip that no woman would get his cum apart from her but then Fenea was no ordinary woman! Wouldn't Applepip understand?

He knew in his heart that he could never be unfaithful to his beloved, even if she would be willing to forgive him.

Despite the lack of air and her juices perilously close to drowning him he resolved to beat the giantess.

He rubbed his goateed chin against Fenea's huge clit and felt her whole body rumble like an earthquake. If he couldn't eat the whole of Fenea's gaping pussy he'd have to settle for working on it piecemeal.

He set to work licking and sucking as much as he could, all over. He munched and bit lightly, anything to increase the sensation for the colossus who held him.

Barnaby knew it was working when he felt Fenea's moans reverberating on his hard-on.

Fenea pulled back her head and looked down at Barnaby. No man had been able to elicit such feelings in her cunt. If she lost the contest, she had still won something more valuable; her first climax she hadn't induced herself.

She could feel the orgasm work the long way up, her body in ripples upon ripples of grateful nerves and sinew.

Her body lost control of itself. Her hands could no longer hold on to Barnaby, who fell to the ground in a heavy heap.

Fenea had sagged to one knee and keeled over, saturated in bliss.

Barnaby checked her pulse. It was fast but healthy. He kissed her on her forehead tenderly.

Barnaby grabbed the spare horses and set off. He mediated whilst he rode, hoping the trance like state would allow his aching cock to deflate. His swollen prick and the motion of the horse were virtually unbearable.

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"So you beat my giant and harem girl from Asia Minor but everyone knows the most erogenous zone is the human mind. If you fear my intellect and imagination you can always to choose death." Maud informed the masked man as he approached.

Barnaby eyed the hag. She held a knife to Applepip's ravishing neckline.

"Why not both? Sex and death?"

"Go on?" Maud said, puzzled.

Barnaby reached into his pocket and pulled out a small tube.

"This is Vetan serum. It's effects are only temporary but whilst potent it will kill anyone whose body reaches a certain level of 'excitement', shall we say." Barnaby explained.

"You're proposing we loose our brains on one another and the first to climax dies very suddenly indeed?"

"Hey, you are smart." Barnaby smiled sarcastically.

"At least you shall die happy, man in black." Maud smiled also.

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Maud sat cross-legged in front of Barnaby and he mirrored her position.

Applepip was bound and blindfolded to the right of him. How he longed for her but he needed to focus on the last of her captors for now.

"So we tell each other a story, one we think will arouse the other?" Maud double-checked as she knocked back the poison.

"Exactly." Barnaby said calmly, and downing his share. "Ladies first."

"There once was a maid at the King's palace. A more buxom wench there never was. Her hair was like gold, her lips the red of sunsets, and her skin as pale and dainty as porcelain." Maud started.

Curses, she'd just described Applepip! This game would be torture for Barnaby who had dreamed of her every night for many years.

He knew that this woman was a wicked kidnapper and most likely a murderess. He'd have to delve deep into sick fantasy if he had any chance of turning her on and cause her death.

"One day she was cleaning the throne room when she heard a puzzling noise. With trepidation making her tremble slightly she peeked behind a giant tapestry into the room beyond. The fine and handsome king was 'polishing the royal sceptre'. The wench knew that it was wrong to watch but she had never seen a cock the like of this one. It must have been ten inches long!" Barnaby added his share of the tale. He whipped his hard cock out into the air to demonstrate what such a whopper might look like.

Maud shut her eyes but her probing fingers had found their way to her flappy pussy.

"The serving wench stepped forward to her master. She tore her tattered dress from her body and stood before him. The wench was the embodiment of femininity. She prostrated herself and offered to serve him in anyway that she was needed. How could the distinguished king turn down such a demur and submissive a girl as that?" Maud carried on.

"Her royal highness inspected the girl. Her tits were ripe, her waist slender and fine and her asscheeks looked like huge edible fruit. He got to his knees to look at her pussy. Just by the smell of her musk he knew that no man had been near her precious maidenhead. Her pussy was shaved...no...hairy," Barnaby corrected at Maud's unconscious grimace. "His queen's own snatch had never looked so succulent."

Maud was openly fingering herself now but then she remembered herself. She opened her eyes and looked at Barnaby. His cock was out but he wasn't jerking himself off yet.

"The king asked the girl if she was afraid. The girl replied that she was. Her virginity was something she was proud of but the lure of his massive meat had broken her willpower. The king knew that the sight of his manhood had bedazzled the girl and she was vulnerable but he couldn't resist taking her. He hadn't had sexual satisfaction for some 6 years." She whispered croakily.

Barnaby looked up for a second. Was his own sexual hunger so poorly hidden or was Maud as perceptive as she claimed? Either way he needed to find some dark aspect that appeal to her and which would set off her orgasm and end this soon.

Maud had shed her inhibitions rapidly as she got caught up in the story. The sight of even this austere woman frigging herself franticly was enough to make Barnaby's cock leap to full hardness.

"Your majesty," She said " I am due to enter religious orders the week after next. Yours is the only cock that I shall ever know. If I am to sin please let it be in service of my country." At her words the king thrust his noble pole into her virgin cunt and pounded at it like he was jousting in a tournament."

"Yes that's good. Very Good." Maud moaned.

"The King had been a good and pleasant monarch, now he was a man like the basest in his kingdom, rutting like an animal." Barnaby whispered.

He mistakenly glanced at Applepip; it seemed that the story was causing her some excitement too. In the dark Applepip could only surmise from what she was hearing; the slapping of Barnaby's balls on his skin, the squelching of Maud's raw pussy and the heavy breathing they both were emitting.

The sight of Applepip's arousal nearly caused Barnaby to blow his wad then and there.

"He knew that he would deny this bitch a sanctified life. She was his and not God's. For so long he had held back his darkest appetites but now his perversions flooded him." Barnaby continued.

"Yes, yes, yes....a fucking royal bastard." Maud added.

"What they did that night was so vile and immoral that there was no turning back. Using the power and privilege that was his birthright his infernal thirsts spread across the land. No man or woman was safe from his appetites."

"He'd fuck nursing mothers in front of their husbands, daughters in front of their fathers." Maud tossed in.

Maud's lidded eyes could not move from Barnaby's cock. The way his dick exceeded the grip of both his hands...it was too much.

"Eventually an assassin rose up from the people. She infiltrated the palace and seduced the King into bed. With his cum drying on her gash she plunged a knife into his black heart and sent the king to Hell where his rotting soul belonged." He conjured up.

He was desperate that Maud be turned on by sick and twisted fantasies of sin and corruption and a touch of Republican ethos thrown in. She looked the sort.

It seems that his gamble was correct. When he raised his gaze Maud was cumming silently, a mix of horror and sexual relief on her dreary face.

A minute passed and Maud fell to the ground. She was dead. The masturbatory duel was finished.

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Will blinked. It had taken him several seconds to realise that Hope had stopped reading. He had had been so enthralled by her deep and gravelly voice and the sight of her twiddling her hair as she read. The little thing she had been doing with her tongue was too much.

"Why...?" Will sputtered.

"You seemed too be enjoying it too much..." She replied, indicating to his groin with her head.

Will looked down. The sheets had ridden down and his gown was halfway up his chest. He was horrified to realise that he'd been playing with himself in full view of Hope.

"Oh God...I didn't know...wasn't even...." He croaked, ashamed at himself.

"It's okay Will," Hope said sympathetically. "You should see how damp my panties are..."

Will couldn't help glancing in that direction, with his jaw low.

Hope stood up and sat on the edge of Will's bed. A whiff of Hope's scent reached his nostrils and he inhaled as he groaned,