The Plucked Weed (The Starter Boss Wins)

 [Every adventure story begins with a first boss. An easy fight that launches the hero’s journey. But here the hero loses... Here the hero will be broken before his adventures begins...

...And it all might just not be an accident...

Heavy focus on a naked man’s torment than on the sexy lady herself]

There is a great problem in the many kingdoms... 

*** *** ***

News of disturbances in the peace all over the kingdoms hadmanaged to reach even the most secular of villages. Tales of bandits, mercenaries, and even rumors of the supernatural taking over towns and cities all over the world haunted the common man and social elites alike, and they were not unsubstantiated claims either. An aura of danger was enveloping the world...

Gabe Newell, or Big Gabe as he could not escape being called, had been one of the many educated boys growing up in Grinning Lane township. He was the youngest son of a family of farmers to the south who was sent to Grinning Lane to receive an education, a past he shared with many in the city. 

It was only two weeks ago that he was given his certification which proved that he had graduated from Grinning Lane Academic Center. He remembered the private conversation he had shared that day with his teacher, Miss Riria. She had a profound look of worry in her eyes as he told her his plan to use his education to travel the world... and maybe help people along the way.

He had always been unusually strong, a fact everyone in town acknowledged. And he was skilled with the axe and the sword. Paired with the knowledge he gained from schooling, there was no reason he could not spend a year or two seeing the world...

Miss Riria had expressed her disapproval. To her it was clear that he had been seduced by legends and stories of the famous heroes of old... Men who traveled and gained influence, and bringing an end to great evils... But she could not dissuade him.

Gabe knew that he could succeed as a traveler. He would not allow these dangerous times to steal away his youth. He could fight back against bandits and avoid dangers, and truly become something of value with his skills. He just needed proof for himself, a chance to wipe away the lingering doubts. The look of worry in Miss Riria’s eyes haunted him... He needed a way to bolster his confidence.

His chance came as a warning to stay out of the woods east of Grinning Lane. Dangers of a thief of some sort stalking the forests, stealing money and even livestock...

*** *** ***

“Aaand there. Please stop squirming, you’ll hurt yourself against the ropes.”

Gabe tried to scream in shock, but the tape keeping his mouth shut was as effective as it was humiliating. His captor had just then removed his last articles of clothing. She had done so slowly, allowing him to feel his cotton undergarment being slid down his thigh. The violation stung, but the fear was even more intense...

The petite lady with green skin and strange pointed ears smirked, dangling his pants on her finger before letting it drop. She was dressed in a thick cotton vest and short pants of strange, leather-like material. The thief he was supposed to bring to justice, but now held him captive.

“You weren’t much to worry about, little scout,” she chuckled. She felt his large pectoral muscles. “Despite your big build you aren’t much. Is this the biggest, strongest man that your paltry town has to offer? Do you presume to be a hero, hmm?”

Gabe couldn’t believe this! He was the strongest man in town, even among adults! He wasn’t unskilled either... And yet, without trouble, this thief lady had outmaneuvered, overpowered, and now violated his helpless body. How could this be? He shook with not only anger, but desperation and fear.

And this lady... what was she? Were there such people in foreign countries? Her short and yet plump stature was not so unusual, but her green skin was. And her ears were pointed...

The more he looked at her, the more he noticed. Her canines were more pronounced than any man’s. Her eyes were not brown, but a dark silver colour. Her lips were a dark, almost black purple, and he didn’t believe it was artificial..

“When all of the other men from the surrounding villages failed to fight me I had hoped that this town which they had all boasted about would prove interesting. Although you are a more skilled warrior than any of those before you...”

Her finger slid down from his chest to his abs... then his waist...

“...you aren’t anything I need to waste time on. I’ll break you in less than an hour...”

Her hand slid down his waist... around his balls...

Gabe shook and struggled as her she let his balls rest on her small palm. He then squirmed and struggled and tried to beg through his gag as her fingers coiled around them.

When she squeezed, very gently, he almost passed out. His body stiffened and his large penis grew erect at the fright...

“So scared of how I’m about to torture you? But you’re supposed to be the big, strong hero of Grinning Lane! Surely you can’t be so easily broken?”

She squeezed just a little harder, and with her other hand pressed one finger against his balls. With just a little jab she could deal so much pain and Gabe knew so.

“Won’t you at least try to be a little defiant with me? Resist me a bit? Dare me to hurt you before I break you, you big strong man?”

Gabe shook his head, tears falling from his wide eyes.

He was humiliated, but moreso he was terrified. He was helpless in her hands and didn’t deny this. He didn’t want to experience pain. He didn’t want to fight. If the gag wasn’t so strong he would beg this petite lady for mercy. For forgiveness.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t show mercy to heroes. Heroes always meet their doom in such painful ways, you know. They travel and gain fame and fortune for a few years, sure, but someone like me always eventually catches them. And they always struggle defiantly... But nothing but total destruction and emasculation awaits them. I must slowly, and agonizingly destroy your sensitive, fragile balls, dear hero.”

She gave just the tiniest prodding with her finger. It wasn’t a lot of pain, just the tiniest bit of pressure, but Gabe’s heart pumped wildly. He would give anything to escape now...

“...that is... if you are a hero?” she looked up at him, the smallest coy grin on he face.

Gabe, tearfully, shook his head.

“No? And will you ever be a hero? Or an adventurer?”

He shook his head. The small creature grinned, and Gabe realized just how shark like it looked.

“Well, that does make sense...”

She fondled his balls with her fingers while thinking...

“After all, a hero would definitely be able to do better against a little goblin like me. Not that it matters. They all fall eventually. I suppose I can skip all of the torture if you aren’t a hero... But you still came to try and arrest me, I can’t just forgive that...”

Poor Gabe began to cry and beg, but his captor had no comfort to offer him. She tapped his balls and stroked his stiff cock in admiration. Perhaps the poor man was going to cum from fright alone? That would be something.

“Oh shush. I told you I won’t torture you. Torture is only for heroes! You aren’t a hero or a warrior, and I am going to help you see that,” she said, looking down at the balls and throbbing cock in her hands. It was time.

*** *** ***

She reached into a sack and brought out what looked like a strangely shaped plant. A smile of sadism was on her face, her eyes bright with enthusiasm as she brought the tool to her squirming captive.

“This is a fungus we grow in our goblin cities to use on male goblins we don’t like. Don’t worry, it’s clean. Look carefully, human, at its three heads...”

There were three ends connected by vine-like wires. Two were rubber-like and knob shaped. The other was ring-like.

“You see, it’s not enough to scare you, little boy. After I let you go you might come looking for revenge, more determined to become a silly hero than ever! I have to make this memory haunt you forever, so you can never even think about heroics or adventuring without shuddering... Can you guess what I’m about to do to you, big fellow?”

Gabe couldn’t, only guessing it would be unpleasant... She chuckled.

She crawled atop him and ungagged him. Before he could shout she was shoving one of the knobs into his mouth and pinching his nose.

He struggled, but as he breathed through his mouth the knob began to expand and expand, a ballooning sphere pressing against his tongue and the front roof of his mouth. The goblin lady let go. Gabe shook his head, but couldn’t get rid of the fungus. It was stuck.

“And now the other end,” the gleeful goblin said, bringing the other end of the tube down. Gabe felt her small clawed hand crawl up his ass..

NO! Gabe struggled and squirmed, but could do nothing as the laughing petite woman slowly inserted the other end into his anus. And he felt it slowly expand.

The goblin gave it a test tug. It wasn’t going anywhere. It was stuck. Satisfied she stepped back to look at her handiwork. The poor would-be hero

Gabe felt tears crawl down his face. He tried to cry out, but the fungus was the perfect gag.

“Ha ha! Feeling comfy, big brave hero? I thought heroes were supposed to defeat goblins like me easily, not lose so badly we turn you into squirming naked tools!”

Gabe had no time to dwell on his humiliating defeat, as the fungi was beginning to activate... He felt the knob in his ass vibrating... It was... Pleasurable!

The obscenity made Gabe gasp, and the knob vibrated even more!

“Oh, you better calm down there unless you want to orgasm right in front of me. I bet your dignity will never heal if you do. The end I put in your anus will vibrate every time you exhale too hard. Stay nice and calm unless you want to make the floor sticky...”

The shame of having been so thoroughly humbled and violated after chasing dreams of heroics was already too much for the poor boy. He couldn’t let her have her way any more than that! It took some work, and was difficult as the knob in his ass shivered against his prostate... But he managed to keep his breathing low...

“Good... that’s right... But it’s time to put the last knob on!”

Gabe’s eyes widened as the goblin walked over and brought the last end of the fungus up to his cock. There was nothing he could do as she placed his cock into the ring. It squeezed snugly around his organ, like a soft rubber wheel.

Then it too began to squeeze rhythmically.

Gabe would have screamed if he could, but needless to say it was impossible to keep his breathing calm as he was being pleasured on both sides. The vibrating in his ass was continuous, and so immensely perfect. His teary eyes fell on the smug little goblin’s grin as he felt  himself succumbing to the loathsome, vile rape.

His first orgasm was mountainous, as thick gooey cum splattered onto the woodland ground. The cock ring did no stop its assault on his poor erection even as it softened and grew sensitive, and nor did the vibrating in his ass. He struggled and squirmed...

The goblin lady laughed. “What a big one! Have you never had sex before, hero? Is this your first sexual experience? Be careful not to get lost in pleasure, hero, because it’s only beginning!”

His cock grew erect once again. The squeezing... the vibrating... Gabe struggled against his bindings. He couldn’t cum again... No... please...

The goblin climbed atop his body and sat on his pectorals. She had taken off her short pants and he felt her small, bare ass and fuzzy pussy lips against his chest. Her enraptured, sadism filled face was pink with arousal now as she gripped his shoulders.

The sight of his struggling, panting, desperate face trying not to cum was gorgeous. That was the face of a breaking man. A hero destroyed, plucked before he even had time to grow. That was what she lived to do...

With both of his openings and his rock-hard cock being raped by her tool there was only one way for her to relieve herself of her lust. She climbed to here his wrists were tied together and grabbed his bound hands. Then, hanging upside down so that ther feet clung to the rope, her green back against his head, she grabbed his hands and grinded her pussy against his fingers. It was messy, but she managed to shove his fingers into herself in a satisfying way, making use of every inch of her victim.

Gabe moaned against his gag as he felt yet another orgasm coming. The goblin laughed as she forcefully fucked his hands. It was pure destruction of his spirit, dignity, and dreams...

*** *** ***

Hours later, Gabe was still bound and the tools still clung to him. He was still cumming, though they were only small squirts now. His rape as at its end.

The goblin lady grabbed his hair and forced  his view down on the floor. It was white and grey with goo.

“Look at this. This, down here, is your potential. Your dreams. Splattered uselessly on the ground.”

Gabe moaned in soft despair as another small, pathetic orgasm dribbled onto the floor. The goblin lady shook her head. She placed a finger under his chin and made him look up at her.

“You will stay safe in your little town. You will make something useful out of yourself. You will avoid even thinking about adventures as long as you love. Got it?”

Gabe nodded.

“Oh, don’t look so sad, poor thing. I’ve just saved your life. I’m not the scariest thing out there in the kingdoms that an adventurer can stumble upon, so you should be happy that I found and raped you when I did. Are you happy?”

He nodded his head.

She smiled and ungagged him.

“Wh...what are you?” Gabe said.

She smirked as she unplugged the fungi from his body.

“We are called the matrilineage guild. And my name is Gabriella.”

She untied the poor man, who dropped to the cum-soaked floor in exhaustion. She then packed up her things, along with much of the poor man’s money and sword (which he wouldn’t be needing any longer) and left him to find his way back to town.

*** *** ***

Miss Riria sat in her study when a letter was slipped through her window. She opened the envelope.

A message from her sister in arms from the guild, updating her on her latest conquests and plans to move on to other villages and towns. Included was, to Miss Riria’s dismay, a detailed account of Gabriella’s encounter with her student, Gabe.

She had warned him not to follow such silly dreams.

But she held no ill will to Gabriella. It had to be done.

The many kingdoms, for years, had been plagued by a problem of male heroes. For every heroine in history there were three male heroes doing just as much. This inequality had been used for years by kings, dukes, and men of all statures and castes to further push society in their favor. As tragic as it was, male heroics had to be stopped. Male heroes must be removed in order to turn society around. An age of heroines was at hand.

She placed the message in her locked cabinet for further reading at a later date. For now there was a more pressing matter. It seemed Gabe, after such a visceral humbling, needed motivation and Miss Riria was to provide it. She would set that boy on the right track to being a contributing member of the town.

She grabbed her coat from her closet, which hung next to her leather and iron traveler’s armor and jeweled sword, and went on her way.

***

[The ending, if you could believe it, was originally going to be way darker. I don’t think this is the last I’ll do in this setting]

The Enchantress #30 #31 #32 #33

The Enchantress #30

• Hero: What do you MEAN the Enchantress is the same age as me?
• Librarian: Um, exactly what I said?
• Hero: But...but she's a foot taller than me!
• Librarian: Girls grow faster than boys do, hero...Besides, with all of her vast powers, what do you care if she's the same age as you?
• *Two days ago*
• Enchantress: Come back to your cage, hero! You'll catch a cold out there, all naked like that!
• Hero: Fuck off!
• Enchantress: Why must you disobey your master, cute little hero?
• Hero: Sayonara, you desperate old hag!
• Enchantress: ...
• *That night*
• Hero: So, she's probably pissed, right?
• Princess: Wow, she decorated the cage with her underwear? And fed you like a little baby?
• Hero: *Blushing* Princess, please!
• Princess: what, did she use a little baby bottle or something? I kind of want to see that...
• Hero: I don't think you're focusing on the important part of the story.
• Princess: ...the most important part of that story was you calling her old? Really?
• Hero: She's gonna skin me alive if I ever get caught again...
• Princess: Do you think she's really all that pissed? I mean, she's an immortal, super powerful, demigoddess with powers beyond our mortal plane. She's probably been through uncountable hardships and battles. I don't think being called "old" by some tiny kid is gonna hurt her.
• Hero: ...You know you and I are the same age, right?
• Princess: ... Oh yeah.
• *One Week Later*
• Hero: Zzzzzz
• Enchantress: Wake up, hero.
• Hero: Gah! Shit! Um...hi enchantress...
• Enchantress: ...
• Hero: Um, before you start casting your spells, might I just try to explain what happened a few nights ago!
• Enchantress: ...?
• Hero: Um, you see...I actually have really bad facial recognition! I, um, I judge people by...height! Like, you can put a thirty year old next to a twenty year old next to one another and I'd never tell the difference! NOT that I think you're thirty! You're obviously...um...look, to tell you the truth, you could actually be a goblin wearing a wizard's outfit and I couldn't tell...I mean, I could! Because a goblin would be ugly, and you're obviously very attractive...I mean you're not! I mean....um...
• Enchantress: I am going to lock your head in my thighs and make you eat me out until we are both old and ugly. And then we'll travel back in time and do it all over again. Forever.

(I guess the hero is still growing, or something? Or maybe in this universe adults keep growing taller past their twenties? I don't understand the logic of what I was writing)

The Enchantress #31

• E Student 1: Enchantress! Someone's destroying the zombie army we spent two months putting together and we're powerless to stop him!
• Enchantress: What? Unacceptable!
• *Poof*
• Enchantress: look at the carnage! Who is responsible for this?
• E Student 2: *crying* Ms. Enchantress! You're here!
• E Student 3: The one who did this good himself among the bodies!
• Enchantress: Oh my dear students, I will definitely punish the upstart for you. No one can hide from me.
• *Seek*
• Enchantress: Ah Hah! There you are! Your flesh will be stripped from your bones! Your eyes boiled in your still living head! Your skin... of course it was you. Why did I think it wouldn't be?
• Hero: boiling eyes, huh? That doesn't sound too bad.
• Enchantress: Oh no, there is no traditional torture in store for you, little hero!
• Hero: shit.
• Enchantress: For destroying the army me and my class spent months putting together, you will be disciplined, little boy.
• *Thirty minutes later*
• Enchantress: Will you apologize yet, dear? Or will mama Enchantress need to start taking this seriously? *Spank!*
• Hero: Ow! I don't get it. *Spank* I'm be open punched by brass knuckles before and felt nothing! *Spank* why does this hurt???
• Enchantress: Silly little boy! There is no escaping the pain of a mother's spanking! *Spank* Your body knows you need to be taught a lesson! *Spank*
• Hero: Ow! And stop saying you're my mom!
• E student 1: look! His butt's getting all red!
• E students: *Laugh*
• Hero: and do they HAVE TO WATCH THIS???
• Enchantress: of course! Watching their powerful school project be dismantled single-handedly by some little hero was very bad for their morale. We need to build their confidence back up! Now, either apologize or call me mama! *spank!*
• Hero: I will do neither, you loon!
• E Students: *All laugh but one*

The Enchantress #31 (cont.)

• Enchantress: You there! In the back! Number 49!
• E Student 49: Oh! Y-yes, Ms. Enchantress?
• Enchantress: You seem upset. Is there something bothering you? Is my punishing the hero not satisfying you?
• E Student 49: Um...I just think that, well...it's not fair that the hero gets to call you mama...
• Hero: What? I don't call her that!
• E Student 15: Hey, yeah...
• E Student 12: I mean...I was kind of thinking that, too...
• Enchantress: Hold on, there. Does anyone else feel the same way?
• *Slowly and uncertain, all fifty five of her students raise their hands*
• Enchantress: Oh, darlings! I had no idea you had all felt that way! Of course you may all call me mother, if you want to!
• Hero: *thinking* how old even is she?
• Enchantress: From now on, I consider you all, as well as the hero, a part of my family! Now all of you help mama get an apology out of your brother!
• Hero: ...You guys are one messed up family.

(I remember really not liking this one either. But it was borne from a conversation with a friend, so it does elicit fond memories!)

The Enchantress #32

Amazons: Our village has been hit by a strange condition! Those of us who can make do with other women can relieve this tension…but those of us who prefer men cannot! Since we do not allow men onto our islands we can’t relieve ourselves in a satisfying way!

Enchantress: As your only link to the world outside of this island, it is up to me to solve this problem! Since you all desire a man to satisfy your ails, I will randomly select one man out of the billions in the world to charge with the duty of helping all of you!

Enchantress:  *casts teleportation spell*

*POOF*

Hero: *admiring a sword sheathe with a price tag* Does this come in camo pattern? Wait, where the hell am I? Who are all you women?

The hero sees the enchantress.

Hero: You! *Raises sword*

The Enchantress snatches the hero’s sword hand and magics the sword from his grip.

Enchantress: Hero! Stop playing around! You are greatly needed by these Amazonian villagers! They have been poisoned by some horrible fiend who put aphrodisiacs in their water supply! Give them the sexual relief they need right now!

Hero: What? That isn’t a worthy cause! Let go of me!

The Enchantress gags the hero and binds his wrists behind his back. She takes away his sword and weapons and disintegrates his clothes.

Enchantress: You may pretend not to care about their plight, jaded hero, but I know that your heroic heart aches to help them! Don’t fight your urges, hero! Now go save this village!

The hero’s muted cries cannot be heard as he is taken by the amazons to the tent in which he will spend several days serving the needs of the village’s straight and bisexual population. The enchantress thinks to herself: I am such a generous girlfriend!

(I actually reference this exact story many times in the future. I just love the idea of Amazons of whom trust the enchantress wholly to have their best interests in mind... And apparently are too naive to recognize when a sexual partner is... not exactly a willing one?)

The Enchantress #33 Part 1

In this Story the Hero is a gigantic nerd. (Also, if you’re confused while reading this, it will be explained later on in the Bell The Apprentice stories that “Earth” is a place the hero can visit)

Also, the Hero is NOT Asexual. The following story is NOT a jab at asexual people. This blog believes Asexuality is a legitimate sexuality.

Hero: Ah, a night in the magic-proof inn! No threat of the Enchantress attacking me in here. Might as well get some reading done.

Hero: Better brush up on my magical theorem studying. Where did I leave that text book. Oh! Here it is!

Hero: Now then. *begins reading* …uh huh … interesting…hmm…

Hero: …this text book has a lot more Wonder Woman bondage sex in it than I remember.

Hero: …this isn’t my text book. Is it? Someone must have switched it when I wasn’t looking.

Hero: …why can’t I stop reading this?

*Two days later*

Hero: shh! I’m here to save you girls from this dungeon… What the hell?

Girls: We’re free!

Hero: Yeah, um. Yeah you are. Why are you wearing…swimsuits and leotards?

Girls: It was all the enchantress would let us wear!

Hero: …huh…This dungeon has an awful lot of toiletries and comfy looking beds…

Girls: For some reason she said it was important that we got our “beauty sleep” and looked “presentable” when you showed up…and mentioned something about you liking “Comic Book Girls”? Whatever the heck that means

Hero: *thinking* Shit, they’re dressed as Power Girl. How does the Enchantress know about Power Girl? Why does she know I love Power Girl? Why is she teasing me like this?

Hero: L-lets just get you out of here- No! Stay at least two meters back from me! … I mean, for your own safety…welp! Let’s go!

*Later*

Hero:  ♪ Doo Dee Doo, Makin’ a fire cuz it’s hella cold, Makin’ a fire so I can die old…

Hero:  ♪ Doo Dee Doo, Gonna read some mangas ‘bout Magical Girls! Dee Doo Dee, They’re gonna beat up monsters and rescue the world ♪ 

Hero: *Opens book*

Enchantress: *poof* What pretty girls! Let me help you enjoy them better! *Wraps hands around his waist, grabbing his crotch*

Hero: GAHWHATTHE?! 

He grabbed his sword and swiped behind him….but there was nobody behind him.

Hero: What the hell? WHERE DID- JUST WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT??? Hey, what’s this? *picks up a note*

Note: This Time, you are going to break yourself…

Hero: …what the heck is she talking about?

Hero: *looks at Magical Girl Manga. Sweat drop*

Hero: … maybe I’ll skip reading tonight.

*Next Week*

Hero: …and that’s not the last time that happened either! She pops up when I’m trying to read novels, comics, or anything with women in it and then tease me for a second and disappears! She even put on a Harley Quinn costume once! Is she trying to ruin my entire childhood? 

Princess *reading*: You like this drivel? Who kills monsters using the “power of love”?

Hero: Puella Magi’s better. I’ll buy you a DVD player once I visit earth again… But listen! The Enchantress is obviously planning something. I don’t get it. I haven’t been able to read an encyclopedia because I’m too scared she’s waiting for me to look at a picture of a naked Athena so she can kick me in the balls or whatever.

Princess: It is a bit concerning. This is different from what she usually does.

Hero: Plus, I think I’m getting sick, now? It’s getting difficult to sleep, I’m always uncomfortable…

Princess: Did you check a doctor?

Hero: I did. He just laughed when I described my problem to him. Recommended I visit a brothel and refused to give me my money back.

Princess: Why would he rec-Oh! Oh…..

Hero: What?

Princess: Nothing…you’ll get it eventually…I think…

Hero: Huh. Okay then. Plus, I think she’s telling me to train my body or whatever? Like, why would she care how strong my bones are?

Princess: What? Why would she tell you that.

Hero: She gave me this *hands her the note* “Break yourself.” You know, like that martial arts training where you punch gravel to give your fists micro-fractures so they heal up stronger? Why would she care about that?

Princess: …um

Hero: She’s too late for that, anyway. I already did all that when I was training on the mountains. Painful couple of months. 

Princess: Hero, I think she means she’s trying to get you to masturbate.

Hero: …Alright then. Where does he live? 

Princess: What?

Hero: And what’s he a master of? Alchemy, or something?

Princess: No! She wants you to, you know? *makes jerking motions* Get yourself off? Make you Jay Oh to all of your childhood heroines?

Hero: You’re speaking a whole other language right now, Princess.

Princess: She wants you to *whispers in Hero’s ears*

Hero: … yeah, I prefer to this other thing. It’s called “Not doing that.”

Princess: I figured. I remember you spent your puberty days in denial. Lots of cold water, meditation, and chewing bitter fruits…you thought your first boner was the result of “Dark Magic.”

Hero: Oh yeah. The good ol’ Anti-Boner remedies! I should start trying those out again! 

Princess: Hero, no! 

Hero: Or maybe I should get one of those metal cage things I’ve heard about…

Princess: Oh My God, NO!

**The Next Day**

Hero: *Looking Down* Oh my God, NO! NO! I will not be jacking you off! You hear me, dick?

Hero: …wow, I don’t care what anyone says, this MUST be dark magic if it’s got me shouting at my dick. 

Hero: Welp, time to give up on superheroine comics forever.

Enchantress: Don’t be so hasty.

Hero: GAH!

Enchantress: And I agree. It is magical.

Hero: So, you’re here again. Nice to see you’re not wearing anymore costumes.

Enchantress: Oh come now, Hero. I think I looked rather lovely. And I think you do too. *looks down*

Hero: *subtly lowers sword to block her view* ANYWAY! What’s your deal, lately? What’s the meaning behind all of these sudden…attacks?

Enchantress: You already know…

The Enchantress slid her finger across her neck and down her gown, baring a little of her breast. The hero fidgeted uncomfortably.

Hero: …I’m gonna pretend I DON’T know what you’re here for and attack you already!

Enchantress: Ha! I’ve already finished what I came here to do. I’ve planted yet another seductive seed in your psyche…

Hero: HYAH! 

The Hero’s sword swing hit thin air. He looked around, searching for a sign of the Enchantress…

Enchantress’s echoing voice: You will eventually come to understand…the Beauty of that the rest of us know…you will fall, you holier-than-thou little angel…

Hero: …never thought I’d say it, but I liked her previous strategy better…

*The Next Day *

Hero: *chew* *chew* So…fucking bitter…why am I even chewing these roots again?

Hero: *Gets into a lake to bathe*

*naked*Enchantress: Come on in, Hero!

Hero: *leaves*

Hero: *shoves more bitter root in mouth*

*The Next Day*

Hero: *fetal position* So tired…can’t sleep…

The hero’s hands absentmindedly drift downward toward his crotch. He catches himself.

Hero: Damn it…not again…there isn’t even anything to be turned on by! Nothing but my imaginaton

The hero couldn’t shut out the images in his head. The images of the Enchantress, slowly revealing her breast to him…but also others. The images of Goddesses in the temples he studied and trained in, which he always respected, appeared naked in his mind. The Queens and princesses he had met all around the world…all stood before him in his mind with little clothing…Fictional girls from other dimensions too: New 52 Powergirl and Huntress, Samus Aran, Princess Zelda, and Android 18, all characters he loved reading about as a child and even today for one reason or another, now symbolizing something much more sordid…

And the Princess…his princess…so innocent…but in his mind she was being warped…wearing tighter, darker clothing, her smile changing into something sinister…she looked a little like the Enchantress…

Hero: NO!

The hero woke up from his hot and horrible imagination. He grabbed his sword and pointed the blade downwards at his groin. He was positively growling.

Hero: ANYONE BUT HER! SHE IS OFF LIMITS!..wait…what am I-?

He dropped his sword. 

Hero: *gasping* Why was I…was I about to…

Hero: I need to get away…I need to find a cold pond, or a well, or anything to splash myself in…before I do something I regret!

Enchantress: Feeling stressed, hero?

Hero: Oh, not you!

He turned around. What he saw took his breath away. Against the light of the blue moon, the Enchantress wore a black Magician’s gown that was missing much of its front. Her navel was visible and so was just enough of her breasts so that her nipples were covered. There was a translucent white cape behind her, too. The effect was amazing: it reminded him of his Princess, but dark and evil.

He fell to his knees. He was groaning…He couldn’t help but marvel at the Enchantress…

Enchantress: Well, hero? Have I finally found what you like?

The Enchantress twirled around…her cape flying up against the air. The outfit wrapped around her round bottom…the Hero twitched hard. He almost cried out from the frustration and confusion but caught himself.

Hero: Why are you doing this?

Enchantress: *approaching the hero* Because I have watched you for so long now…I’m so tired of seeing you avoid your covetous side. Avoiding porn like the plague…Never even learning how your hormones work…shrugging off succubi and sirens…visiting brothels to make friendly, platonic relationships with the whores??? Disgusting…

The Hero didn’t even resist when the Enchantress gripped his pants with her toes and gently slid them down. His erect member popped up, harder than ever.

Enchantress: How superior you must feel, not giving in to lust. 

Hero: *whispering* I don’t feel superior…it’s just never been a part of who I am.

Enchantress: Oh? You’ve never looked at the rest of us mortal, sinful perverts and thought yourself better than them.

Hero: …only when I look at you.

Enchantress: What?

The Enchantress pressed against the hero’s genitals. He gasped in pain, but amazingly this only caused his erection to grow harder. A wave of pleasure was building in him, almost overwhelming his senses.

Enchantress: Well, I am going to make this a part of you now. You can’t stop it now, hero…you’re going to be sinful like the rest of us…just give in…it’ll be soooo good for you…

Hero: N-no…

The Enchantress removed her foot and the hero was ashamed to admit that a part of him yearned for her to put it back. His cock was full of pain, ecstasy, his balls loaded with cum…he was almost at the point of no return…

The Hero looked at the Enchantress, who stared down at him. Her hands on her hips, breasts almost bare…the image flooding his brain…taking a hold of his body and controlling it…

…his hands and fingers slid up his knee and toward his crotch…the enchantress eyes widened, her smiling now baring her teeth. She slipped her finger into her dress, pulling away at her gown. Her breasts bare now…the hero had seen her body before, but never presented to him like this…

But there was still just enough of his mind and heroic will left in him to get up and turn away…

Option A [ He Fails To Escape and cums ]

Option B [ He Escapes the Enchantress ] (Links no longer work, the stories are below)

The Enchantress #33 (cont.) Option A

The hero took a step away…and then another…

Enchantress: Hero, don’t go…trust me…you need this…

The hero stopped. He couldn’t take another step. 

Enchantress: It’ll be okay…are you afraid that something awful will happen to you if you do this? Why do you resist this part of you so badly?

Her voice coiled around him, taking all of the fight out of him. He sank back onto his knees. It felt right this way and he hated himself for that.

Enchantress: That’s right…

The Enchantress walked up to him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her breasts pressed against his back. She was as light as a feather to him, but somehow it was as if she were holding him down. Unmovable like a steel anchor, but soft and warm. She hummed and whispered in his ears.

Enchantress: I’m here to make it all better…no need to fear…neither of us are going anywhere until you do this. Now, I believe you were about to do something with her hands?

The hero’s hands moved on their own. He closed his eyes, his teeth grit. He wrapped his fingers around the base of his penis…

 The image of the princess was in his mind again…He tried to fight it, but the Enchantress’s whispers blocked out his thoughts. In his mind the image of the princess…his beautiful friend…superimposed with the enchantress…the black gown, the undeniable sexy image…

He imagined the princess, now looking like the Enchantress complete with evil smile and condescending eyes, approach him. His body quivered, trying to back away, but she came to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Enchantress: My, you’re getting larger…are you thinking about me? Or her? Maybe somebody else? Go on…whatever it is, stroke to it…don’t fight it anymore.

Hero: …I don’t want to do this to her…

Enchantress: Shh. 

The hero gripped his cock and gave it a pump. It was the first time in his life he had done this to himself…He gasped. A surge went through this body. He almost let go, but the Enchantress grasped his wrist and held it there. He was too weak to fight back.

Enchantress: Don’t stop. This is part of you now. Own this…it’s your duty to finish this…

The hero grasped his penis and gave it another pump. And another. He moaned softly, then loudly. 

The Enchantress…the Princess…they both appeared in his mind, melded into one. And they pressed their lips against his and he could almost feel it for real. 

Guided by the real Enchantress and the princess of his imagination, he closed his eyes and let instinct guide him. He couldn’t stop himself, masturbating for the first time in his life to his best friend, the love of his life, forever defiling his thoughts of her…

Enchantress: Are you defiling them? Or are you making them better? 

Hero: I…I can’t stop…

Enchantress: Oh hero…a love like yours won’t be defiled by this..trust me…

Hero: Oh…what is happening…ah…

Enchantress: You won’t be able to stop from here on out. This is the end of an era for you…welcome to my world…

The hero pumped and pumped. He moaned and gasped and shook. He couldn’t stop. His imagination ran wild. He could feel the princess’s touch, taste her lips, and hear her whisper things he could never before imagine coming out of her mouth…

Enchantress: It’s happening now. Don’t try and fight this! It’s happening.

Hero: W-what’s going on? Oh…OH! ARH!

Enchantress: You’re crossing over now! Scream and moan as loud as you can!

The hero began to cum…

Enchantress: You’re cumming now! Cum! Keep stroking! Don’t you dare ruin this!

Hero: AH! OH MY GOD! AAHH!

Enchantress: See what you’ve been missing out on? Do you see, you little fool? See how good it is, to listen to me?

Hero: I’m…I’m…AH!

The Hero continued to cum. The Enchantress’s grip on his shoulders tightened. She had him now. He was no longer “above” her in any way. No matter what he did from that moment on, she was part of him now. She felt him vibrate and heard his moaning and claimed it all as her own. His orgasm was hers.

Finally, he slowed down. He spilled everything he was going to spill…for now…his gasps and moans quieted down and he sank back, lying against the Enchantress’s lap. The enchantress wiped his cock with her gloved fingers.

Enchantress: A minute long cum…not bad at all for your first time on your own.

Hero: That…that didn’t feel like when you…

Enchantress: No, dear. I just take what I want from you those times but you always resist letting me give you a bad time. All your resistance, ruining your orgasms…but you won’t be doing that anymore, will you?

Hero: …I…I feel all wrong…

Enchantress: You’re less tense now…you’re more relaxed around the waist…you want to sleep…

Hero: I can’t face the Princess…not feeling like this…

Enchantress: Oh hero! If that were true she would have stopped sending for you a long time ago…believe me…

The Hero looked up at the Enchantress.

Hero: No way…she thought of me…while…

Enchantress: She felt everything you felt…I watched from afar. She moaned your name oh so loud…

Hero: …I don’t believe it…

Enchantress: Whatever you believe, you’re going to have to sit up soon. Because after your little break…we’re doing it again. And this time, it’s my turn…

The Hero and the Enchantress spent the night in the woods, teaching the hero new things about his own body. The Enchantress didn’t let him go until he had learned all he needed to know. He had spent his whole teenage life and adulthood without learning a thing himself and had a LOT of catching up to do…

The Enchantress #33 (cont.) Option B

The hero took a step away…and then another…

Enchantress: Hero, don’t go…trust me…you need this…

He stopped, but only momentarily. Then, driven by fear and denial he bolted away from Enchantress. He pulled his pants up and ignored the powerful sensation of lust building up inside him. When he was far away enough he slammed the side of his face against a stone. It hurt. Not as much as if he had been a regular person, but it hurt enough to take away the pleasure and soreness building up between his thighs…

…by the time his erection had receded the stone was covered in cracks and his right cheek was sore and bleeding. He sighed and sat back down in relief. The Enchantress did not come for him.

Hero: Heh. Either I actually got away or she’s too angry that I left.

Hero: “You Need this!” The only think I need right now is some sleep and maybe some bandages.

He closed his eyes and felt shame. He felt ashamed for almost betraying himself by falling for the Enchantress. He felt ashamed for almost betraying the Princess…for a moment, he was thinking lewd things about her. 

His best friend in the whole world and most trusted companion. 

The moment he thought of that he had begun to regret it. Images of the princess, asleep in her royal bedroom, unaware of how he had been thinking of her…damn it. 

It didn’t matter that he had escaped, the Enchantress had awaken a feeling in him for the Princess he had long ago learned to ignore. He yearned for her now, the same way he yearned for the Enchantress.

Hero: It’s funny. Enchantress didn’t really have to do much, did she?

He tossed and turned, but sleep wasn’t coming. Soon it was morning.

He finally succumbed to sleepiness…for thirty minutes. 

Town Folk: BANDITS! RUN! THEY’VE TAKEN DOWN THE TOWN GUARD!

Hero: God…fucking…dicks!

The Hero got up and made his way to the Town. A tide of villagers were running away from the town’s market square. He fought against the flow and walked pushed through toward the market square. 

The market square was empty of civilians and being robbed by four women. They were all at least eight feet tall, obviously quarter giants. The smallest of them, a girl with black shoulder length hair and a black and white striped T-shirt, seemed to be the leader. The other three were much taller and had long, red hair and darker skin. They looked like siblings.

The town guards were unconscious with big dents on their helmets. Their weapons and spears broken.

Bandit #1: Round up the guards! They’ll be our hostages in case more come!

Bandit #2: Good thing we brought all of this rope!

The hero reached for his sword…but then remembered he had dropped his weapon in the woods! Sleep Deprived, unarmed, and emotionally confused about his libido, he ran toward one of the giant ladies at the fastest speed he could manage. She flew back at least ten meters.

Bandit #4: Whoa! What was that?

Hero: *slaps guards awake* Go! I might not win this!

Guards: R-right! *runs away*

Bandit #1: “Might not win”? Are you planning on taking us on?

Bandit #2: Hah! You’re not even armed! You don’t stand a chance!

Bandit #3: Yeah! Though, to be fair…that was a nice tackle…

Bandit #1: Get him!

The two remaining red head bandits charged at the Hero. He widened his stance, ready to receive them…but was mesmerized by their large breasts that bounced as they approached.

He felt a familiar tightness below his belt. While distracted, the two giantesses grabbed his hands. One of them jumped onto his back, pressing his left hand against his back. The other held onto his right hand in a vice-like grip.

Bandit #2: Huh?

Bandit #3: He’s pretty strong!

They had obviously expected him to fall and be crushed, but he managed to lift her. He tried to wrench his hand away from the other giantess’s grip, but was too weak to do so. Instead he bucked at the giantess riding his back.

Bandit #2: WHOA! Down boy!

Before she could fall she reached down and grabbed him…by the crotch. 

Hero: GAH! No!

Her touch brought him down on his knees. The Giantess holding his hand held on tight while the other let go of his crotch and wrapped her thighs around his head. 

Bandit #3: Pop his head like a grape!

The Giantess’s thighs tightened. So close to a woman’s crotch and all the while being manhandled, the Hero’s erection grew uncomfortably large in his pants. It became highly visible. The bandit leader noticed.

Bandit #2: Incredible! His head…it’s…like an anvil! I can’t break his skull!

Bandit #3: Just break his neck, then! It’s taking me both hands just to hold onto his right arm!

Bandit #2: I’m trying! Why can’t this guy just break???

Hero: *thinking* I have to get rid of this erection! Only…one…chance!

The Hero gathered as much spit as he could…and launched it at the giantess holding his right arm. It landed straight onto her chest. The Giantess growled and, letting go of the hero’s arm, delivered a punch right into his face.

The hero’s nose bled. His right cheek bruised. And his erection disappeared, the overwhelming pleasure and frustration replaced with pain. He smiled.

Hero: HYAH! 

The hero pushed up from his knees with his right hand, freed his left hand, and then leapt backwards. He heard an “oof!” and the sound of the Giantess’s head hitting the floor.

The red headed giantess, now even angrier, aimed a sharp kick at the hero’s legs. The hero pushed her kick upward with his foot, causing her to lose balance. He grabbed her shirt as she fell…

…and saw her breast slip through her collar as he did so…

…and then slammed her down hard onto the ground.

Hero: Argh, God Damn it! Why didn’t we invent the bra??? …Oh, I mean, um…I took down your friends. Wanna cut your losses now?

Bandit #1: *smiling* No. I admit you’re strong and a better fighter than we are. But I know your weakness now.

She tugged at her T-shirt, pulling it down. The image of her breasts pressed up against the tightened T-shirt, filling the hero’s imagination with titillation. 

Hero: What are you doing?

Panicking, the hero stepped back. In his distracted state he didn’t notice that one of the giantesses had woken up. She grabbed his arms and held them behind his back.

Bandit #1: Stop! Hold him, but don’t hurt him…I know how to handle him.

Continuing to play with her shirt, the smaller giantess approached the hero and his confused captor. She walked with her hips swaying, the hero unable to look away. 

Bandit #3: Boss? Why are you walking like that? It’s kind of…erm…

Bandit 1: Shut up, you love it! And so does our little friend here, eh?

Hero: No…stop…

The Bandit leader grabbed onto his left leg. The hero tried to clumsily kick at her with his right leg, but she grabbed that too and held it under her arms.

Bandit #1: Look at that…all four of your limbs in our grasp. We told you you didn’t stand a chance. Let’s press him against the wall! 

Bandit #3: Yeah!

The Bandits picked his struggling body up and slammed him chest first into the wall. The leader pulled his pants down. The hero struggled, but couldn’t resist as her hand reached between his thighs and fondled his testicles. He was too tired, too aroused, and too inexperienced (at least in this type of combat) to fight them off.

He could hear that the other two had woken up now. 

Bandit #1: When was the last time you got some, little boy?

Hero: Got some w-what?

Bandit #1: Oh, that’s adorable! I don’t think you’re joking, either! 

Bandit #2: Boss?

Bandit #4: What are you two doing?

Bandit #1: I am going to bring this little boy into a whole new world!

And with that she gripped his penis between her two large fingers and, not inexpertly, began stroking him. 

Hero: Ugh! Stop! Stop, you’ve already won! Don’t!

Bandit #1: You shouldn’t get into fights with Giantesses if you’re carrying this much baggage in your balls! You poor little fuck-boy!

The other bandits laughed. She began stroking him faster. The hero struggled, but was utterly helpless as she began to bring him closer and closer to climax. He had known there was a possibility he would lose…but he didn’t think he it would happen like this!

Despite his best, most desperate efforts the bandit leader was unstoppable. She pumped his cock, making him feel pleasure he had never imagined. Finally, unable to do anything but accept what was happening, the hero came all over the brick wall. He yelled and moaned and cried as his captors laughed.

Bandit #1: Girls, I think this guy must be the best thing we’ve stolen all day!

Hero: N-no…please…

Bandit #2: Hmm…no matter how you look at it he is a rarity…

Bandit #3: He’s pretty cute when you put him in his place…

Bandit #4: A human who can tackle a giantess? Could be dangerous…

Bandit #1: Oh, I think he should be alright…as long as we keep a tight GRIP (the hero yelped) on his weakness…

Bandit #2: So it’s agreed? We’re taking him with us?

Bandit #1: YES! Boy, I hope you don’t have any plans…because your new life as our fuck-toy, training dummy slave begins now…

Hero: No…you can’t…

Bandit #1: Don’t cry, little boy!I won’t hurt you too much. After all, I’ve become kind of fond of you already. I’m sure you’ll do a great job as our slave! TIE HIM UP!

Unable to fight back in his helpless state, the struggling hero was tied up. He tried to fight back but the four giantesses took shifts keeping a hand on “weakspot” and bringing him close to, or even over the edge of orgasm every time he got rowdy. They eventually made it back to their base, where they kept tied to a makeshift bed and cage, where he would be used and “drained of his strength” on a daily basis.

Would he ever make his unlikely escape? Was his fate sealed? Would the Enchantress find him and rescue him? Only time would tell. For now, the little hero struggled to come to terms with his new life as an unwilling companion of four larger than life Bad Girls.

(I quite love this story. It was also inspired by a conversation with a friend. Personally, I find option B to be more arousing... To have your hate of Masturbating end up backfiring on you so spectacularly, and to be so utterly dominated and used... It's great)