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VARIATION ON L.W.W [ story 2 ] The Land behind the Wardrobe I opened the trunk again and lifted out the next envelope, what would I read now there was a letter with this and I read it first. Dear Mr. Lewis, We are unhappy with this chapter as you have written it May we suggest that you make some alterations, as you know you are intending this for children and so the sexual references you have should be removed, otherwise we will be forced to approach another writer to complete this. I trust you will accede to our request. And it was signed by the publishers, I tried to see if there was a written answer but there was nothing on top of the sheets of pages, I sat down and started to read. -------- Professor Digory was true to his word, he knocked on the bedroom door before entering it that night, he could see Susan lying with Peter and from the way she held the blankets tight to her chin that she was naked under the sheets, and from Peter’s smile he was happy with this. However Edmund was scowling at Lucy. “Now Lucy what’s wrong?” Digory said. “He hurt me when he put his thing in me! I don’t want him to do it again!” She said sitting up and showing her bare chest to him. “But my darling Lucy the first time is supposed to hurt; it’s all part of the process of becoming a young woman.” Professor Digory said. “I know! That’s what Susan said, but he didn’t even try to make it nice, he just held my legs open and sort of fell on top of me.” She began to sob with the memory and so Digory held her to him. He glanced over at Edmund who was shaking his head. “Well young Edmund, what do you say to that.” “It’s not true sir, I didn’t do it like that!” Edmund protested. “You did! You didn’t want to wait but just had to do it!” Lucy said. Edmund shook his head again, “Honesty professor I wouldn’t lie to you!” He played his trump card. Digory looked to where Peter was rubbing his hand on Susan’s breasts, “I’m sorry Professor but both Susan and I were occupied when Edmund and Lucy were …” Peter stopped speaking. Digory shook his head, “Well one of you is lying. I haven’t got the time to sort this out tonight … and I’ve got a meeting to attend tomorrow so I’ll ask you both about this after then. Now I suggest you go to sleep.” With a quick move of his hand he reached under Lucy’s sheets and touched her small pussy, feeling her tense up and then relaxing under his knowledgeable fingers. All too soon Lucy was feeling those lovely sensations and didn’t notice as the sheets were pulled back from her body, or that Edmund was now watching as Digory’s hand was busy on his sister’s pussy. Finally Digory lowered his face to the small slit and extended his tongue, pushing it along the pre-pubescent pussy and then sucking at the small button at the top of the slit. Lucy however reacted with a small scream and pushed her hips up to keep in touch with Digory’s lips, this time Digory kept on agitating her pussy bringing her to a climax again and again before finally he released her small body. Lucy had closed her eyes after the 2nd climax and after the third she was so relaxed that she was asleep as her head touched the pillow. Edmund looked at his sister’s naked body and felt his cock start to rise, he went to go to her bed but the Professor shook his head. “No Edmund, you must learn to pleasure your partner before I will allow you to have her again.” Digory said. “But how can you do that?” Edmund asked his eyes still on Lucy’s sleeping form. In reply Professor Digory went to an unnoticed cupboard and rummaged inside it, “Ah! I knew there was one here.” He said and turned to show a leather pouch type of garment. Edmund looked suspiciously at the item, “What … what is that?” He asked. Digory smiled, “This was something that my wife used on my sons when they became too … excited with my daughters, now there is a way of putting it on I think?” Digory examined the leather construction and then nodded his head. “I’m not putting that thing on!” Edmund protested but Peter got out of the bed, giving Digory a look at Susan’s fair charms. “Don’t be a prat Edmund; I don’t think the Professor is giving you a choice!” He said and held onto Edmund while Digory pulled down the boy’s pyjama trousers to reveal the hairless scrotum and erect penis. “Good, now you put your legs into these straps and this covers your cock, you’ll notice there is a hole in the end so that you can still use it for … err normal functions, it just that the flanges along the inside will stop your erections from ruling your head.” Digory said. Just then Edmund began to moan as the leather straps were fastened and then a padlock was clipped in behind him. Digory stepped back to view the effect, the leather pouch was holding Edmund’s cock down and constricting the blood flow to the penis, but the arrangement of the straps around the legs meant that his bottom was completely free of any hindrance, Digory secretly wondered how long it would take Peter to realise this and so prove his mastery over his brother. “Now Edmund, if you must attack your sister then you’ll have to use your hands or mouth as I showed you, listen to your sister’s instructions and then I might just release you from that confinement.” Digory said and, after blowing a kiss to Susan, then left the room hearing the giggles that the two elder children gave when looking at their brother. -------- The next day it rained, not only rained but really pelted down in such a way that it was obvious that it would be raining all day. “I’m bored!” Lucy said making Peter look up from where he’d been kissing Susan’s stomach. “Why don’t you get Edmund to suck on you again?” He asked his sister. “He doesn’t want to!” Lucy wailed, “I think he doesn’t like me!” “It’s not that Lu, it’s just that I want to fuck you and I can’t!” Edmund complained clutching his crotch. “Weeeell, we could play normal games if you want?” Peter said after raising his eyebrows to Susan who smiled at him. “Hide and Seek?” Lucy said excitedly. “Okay then, we’ll play Hide and Seek, you three go and hide and I’ll count to 100” Peter said and helped Susan to her feet. Peter then closed his eyes and started to count, the remaining three children ran out of the room to find suitable hiding places. Susan turned quickly away to hide in the bedroom, knowing that this would be the first place Peter would look and, if she was lucky, the other two would remain lost while they … played. Edmund followed Lucy along a corridor, slightly hampered by the leathers he was forced to wear – and he knew it was all Lucy’s fault, blabbing to the Professor like that! Lucy found a perfect place and was about to hide there when Edmund roughly pushed her away, “I found this first!” She said indignantly. “Well I’m here now so push off!” He said to her, Lucy just flounced her head and ran on. She found herself in a little used corridor, dust was on some of the pictures which showed that the housekeeper hadn’t been along here for some time, she tried a few doors which refused to open but then she found herself in a small room, and the only thing in there was a covered … something? She went to the thing and pulled at the dust-cloth revealing a carved wooden wardrobe, the design on it was of a large tree in bloom, she heard Peter counting out “89 … 90 … 91…” and so she opened the door and entered the wardrobe. She didn’t shut the door as she didn’t want it to accidentally lock behind her, she moved backwards to hide as much as possible … but she seemed to be going deeper into the wardrobe, further than she thought possible. A cold wind brushed her legs, coming from behind her, she looked back to see a light … no daylight … she turned around and slipped on the snowy ground. She felt the coldness on her ass as the snow worked its way into the groove making her get up quickly. Looking back she could see the coats hanging on the wardrobe rails but then there was a forest, she felt it was winter as the air was cold and the sun gave no real heat. She wondered should she run back into the spare room and leave this place, but then she thought she would look around first. -------- After a few seconds she found something strange, a gas lamp-post, almost like the ones back in London, ‘That’s odd?’ She thought, ‘Who would put a lamp-post up in the middle of a wood?’ Then there was a sound that made her look around, it was almost like someone running in the snow, but there was something strange about the sound, as if the person making them was on tip-toes. She glanced around and then she saw an umbrella bobbing in the branches of the trees, she was able to follow the shaft of the umbrella, she saw a normal head with dark curly hair, beneath his mouth was a beard which seemed to go down to a point. At first she thought he was wearing a fir coat but then realised that it was actually hair, this went down his body to where he was … was … Lucy gave a gasp as the person came fully into view, her gasp was echoed by the persons scream and it hid behind a tree, spilling the packages it had been carrying over the snow covered ground. Lucy had hidden behind the lamp-post and was now peeking from behind it. She saw the frightened eyes of the … well it had to be a person and all his things were on the ground getting wet … so she slowly walked to the first package and picked it up. “Hey … tha…that’s mine!” The person said. “I’m only picking it up!” Lucy said and reached for a second package. The strange person gulped and then slowly moved away from the tree, picking up the package near him, in this manner they approached each other and then Lucy held out the parcels she was holding. “Here you are.” She said The person looked at the packages and hesitatingly he reached out and accepted them. “Err… thank you?” He said. “I’m Lucy.” Said Lucy, “What are you … I’m sorry I mean who are you?” she said and blushed. The person smiled at her mistake, “My name is Timmus, and I’m a Faun.” Mr Timmus said. Lucy held out her right hand. “I’m pleased to meet you Mr. Timmus.” She said. Mr Timmus looked at her hand and then back up at Lucy. “I’m please to meet you too.” And he held out his right hand, not touching Lucy’s at all. Lucy laughed, “No! you shake it.” She said Mr Timmus just looked, “Oh! Okay.” He said and then waved his hand in the air. Lucy just took hold of his hand, “No, like this.” She said. This was the first time that Mr. Timmus had been touched like that, it was like a shock going through his system. “Pardon me, but are you a daughter of Eve?” he asked. “I’m sorry, what do you mean.” Lucy asked. “Are you, in fact, Hu…human?” Mr. Timmus said stuttering over the word. “Of course!” Lucy sounded surprised, “Why? Don’t you meet anyone like me?” Mr Timmus blinked, ‘how could she not know about this?’ He though to himself. He looked around suddenly suspicious, “Look we can’t talk here, come with me I’ll take you to my home.” He said and took Lucy’s hand. -------- The house wasn’t anything that Lucy had imagined, in fact apart from the large door in the side of a cliff she wouldn’t have thought of it as a house at all, but inside was several large rooms with a large fire burning in a hearth. “Please sit down Lucy, daughter of Eve.” Mr. Timmus said extending his hand to a large armchair. “It’s a very nice place Mr. Timmus.” Lucy said. “Thank you, it’s been in my family for several generations.” Mr. Timmus said proudly. Lucy allowed her eyes to look over some of the books that were in a book case, they had titles like ‘MAN MYTH AND LEGENDS’ or ‘DOES MAN EXIST’ and another one declaring ‘ANCIENT STORIES INVOLING MAN’ Then she looked at a painting, it was of a Faun looking almost the same as Mr. Timmus. “Who is that Mr. Timmus?” she asked. He looked up from the kettle from which he was pouring water into cups, “Umm? Oh that’s my father, it was done just before he went off to fight in the war.” He said. “My daddy fighting in a war too, I wish they didn’t happen.” Lucy said. Mr. Timmus brought over a tray which held two cups of hot chocolate and cakes, “Yes indeed, wars are troublesome things, sometimes it’s better to just give up and let the enemy take everything and live.” He said sadly. “Oh Mr. Timmus, don’t be sad.” Lucy said and smiled at him, “War’s don’t last forever you know.” Mr. Timmus nodded his head, “Of course they don’t … someday this one will end.” He added softly and then he shook himself. “Now then this isn’t a time to be sad, let me play my flute and you drink your drink … I think you’ll like this one, it will be quite an experience for you.” He said and raised a double ended flute to his lips and blew. Afterwards Lucy would never be able to say what it was he played, and as she watched the fire figures seemed to appear in the flames and dance to the music. Lucy sipped at her drink and looked occasionally at Mr. Timmus who nodded to her and then towards the fire. Mr. Timmus watched as Lucy’s eyes drooped and started to close, she was coming under the spell of the music – it wasn’t generally mentioned to other but there was a strain of Satyre in the Timmus’s blood strain, and this was reflected in their music and other outlets. Lucy’s eyes were firmly closed and Mr. Timmus played the tune that would put the girl under his control, she wouldn’t remember anything that happened. He put down the flute and reached out to the daughter of Eve. “Lucy … Lucy can you hear me?” he asked her. Lucy didn’t move but then she spoke, “I hear you.” She said in a monotone. Mr. Timmus was overjoyed, It had worked! And then other feeling began to manifest. He knew that in the deep past, before the White Witch had returned to Narnia, that there were humans and they were the sexual prey of the Satyres who would call them out into the woods, the younger the better and this child of Eve was nicely young indeed. “Lucy, you are so very hot are you not?” He asked the girl, she nodded. “Well then why don’t you remove those garments that are keeping you so hot, so very hot.” He watched as Lucy got up from the chair and undid the buttons on her dress, pulling it off and then her vest. He didn’t notice her lack of knickers as he didn’t know what such things were. “You are very nice Daughter of Eve, how do you taste, I hear that virgins taste wonderful.” Mr. Timmus said. From somewhere Lucy spoke up, “But I’m not a virgin.” She said. Mr. Timmus ears pricked up, and a Faun’s ears can prick up very well indeed. This was marvellous, he made the girl open her legs and he squatted down in front of her, rubbing his pointed beard along the small slit of her pussy. A Faun’s beard is very sensitive and can feed sensations along it’s spine and activate the genital regions of the Fauns, they can tell how deep a female’s vagina would be and their penis’s would enlarge to that size, but first the female needed to be aroused. He nuzzled the daughter of Eve’s slit and then pushed his long tongue into the groove of her slit, finding the entrance to her vagina, his saliva rolling down his tongue and coating her insides, his moustache – much like his beard – rubbing over her clit and the top of her slit. He was rewarded by her juices starting to flow from her, the taste of her juices cause him to slightly loose his mind, he brought her to the height of her ecstasy before rising up and mounting the girl, unmindful of her state. His cock sliding into her pussy filling her pussy as nothing else had done in her short sexual life. She responded by bringing her legs up and going either side of her fir-bodied lover, her mind being jolted out of it mesmerised state. “Oh Mr. Timmus, what are you … you … you. Oh yes it’s so nice, do it again please.” She said as he pulled his member out of her body and then to her delight he pushed it back in, filling her again. “Are you awake Lucy?” Mr. Timmus said as he hadn’t realised that Lucy was responding to him normally. “Oh yes Mr. Timmus, this is so nice, can you do it harder?” She asked him and was rewarded by a sharp push into her body also, without either knowing, His cock started to expand and extend again until it entered her cervix. The pain of this entry was overwhelmed by the pleasure of her climax, but Mr. Timmus was still pushing his body into hers, she was being buffeted by his strength but he couldn’t stop himself, he had to impregnate this child before him and so he started moving his body faster in and out of her small slit, feeding her pleasure so that she couldn’t stop him. Lucy was losing her consciousness, after all the climaxes she had endured from this … animal using her but she couldn’t stop him, he was too deep inside her she didn’t want him to stop he was … was … She came again this time she felt his cock pumping something into her body, so much it was going to overflow her, and she couldn’t stop it, didn’t want to stop it, it was now part of her something she’ll always want. Mr. Timmus pulled out from his paramour’s body he watched his sperm as it bubbled out of her slit and ran down her backside, Lucy was half asleep but this time he didn’t want to stop and so he turned her drowsy body over and then, using ropes from his curtain ties, wrapped her arms behind her and then tied her legs to the chair. He took some of his sperm from her sodden slit and rubbed it over her bottom and into her anus. “Noooommoorrree.” Lucy moaned but didn’t fight as her lover took position behind her and then she arched her back as he entered her bottom, pushing into the part of her that she only thought was for one thing only. “What are you doing!” She said now awake again as she felt him lengthen inside her. Mr. Timmus didn’t answer as he was concentrating on his prize, claming her as his, never mind what the White Witch said this young one was his, which means that she was going to have to accept his sperm in all her orifices. Lucy was moaning slightly with each push that she received, she didn’t understand why Mr. Timmus was doing this and she couldn’t struggle as she was tied down, just like Professor Digory had done with Susan, but he hadn’t pushed his thing into her bottom, but in a way this was exciting, she couldn’t move, she had to accept whatever it was that Mr. Timmus wanted to do to her, she began to enjoy it. “Oh yes daughter of Eve, take it, take it up your slutty body.” Mr. Timmus said, not knowing what he meant but it seemed to be something that was expected and then he poured his essence into the child of Eve beneath him. While he was inside her he concentrated and washed her insides with his piss, marking her as his ancestors marked their victims, to allow other Satyrs to know that this was his. He pulled out of her and smiled as she soiled his floor with his piss and sperm, he then moved to where her mouth was. Lucy looked up to see her new friend before her, his cock was upright and pointed at her, covered with his piss, sperm and her shit. “Oh Mr. Timm…uphm!” Was all she could say as he pushed his member into her mouth. Mr. Timmus smiled as he watched her mouth open to talk to him and without even thinking he pushed his penis into her mouth feeling for her throat, knowing that she would need to breathe now and again and so he made a slow inwards and outwards motion. Lucy was remembering what Susan had told her of that time when Professor Digory had used her mouth, how she eventually had to rub his member with her tongue to excite it before it started to swell up and then spurt into her. And so Lucy tried to do as best as she could but Mr. Timmus didn’t seem to do as the Professor had done, he moved his member without regard for her actions and indeed he was now holding her head so that she couldn’t move it and then she felt the flesh pole her mouth start to expand and then it exploded inside her mouth and down her throat, she started to cough and splutter as Mr. Timmus pulled it out covering her face and hair. After a few minutes where Mr. Timmus had sat down in his chair, sated for now but knowing that he wanted more from this morsel that was before him. No, he wasn’t going to give her up to the White Witch, she was his now, his forever. He got up and untied Lucy from her bonds taking her to his bathroom and washing her lower body and mouth with a warm cloth, he didn’t do anything about her hair as he wasn’t sure if anyone would notice. He helped her to her clothing and she put everything back on before sitting down, as far as anyone could see she was back to normal, but Mr. Timmus knew that this wasn’t so. He picked up his flute again and played the tune of forgetfulness, inducing sleep into the worn out receptacle of his lust, he played the tune and then sat back, thinking of what he should say to her … perhaps the truth would be right, well not the whole truth but at least the truth about Narnia. -------- The rest of the story is well known, Mr. Timmus told Lucy that he was a bad person for trying to kidnap her for the White Witch, under who’s rule it was always Winter in Narnia and never Christmas, how she should be careful while in the land of Narnia as even the trees were spies for the Witch. He took her to the Lamp-post and pointed out the direction he thought she had come from and indeed she found her way to the door of the Wardrobe just as Peter’s voice was saying “98 … 99 … 100, Coming ready or not!” She hadn’t heard what she said but called out, “Peter, Susan, Edmund, it’s alright I’m back now!” When she was told that she had ruined the game before it had even started she burst into tears, they didn’t believe her … why didn’t they? She ran from them and went to the bedroom, throwing herself onto the bed. What none of the children had seen was the residue of semen that coated her hair. -------- I don’t believe it, after all the work I put into this they say it’s too racy, how could a girl couplate with a mythical creature. I was so dispondant that I almost told them where to put the book, but I want them to publish it so I’ll rewrite this part again, but I’m not sure how to portray this Timmus character, maybe I might leave out the Satyr part of his ancestry I put down the pages and put them back into the envelope, looking at my watch it was getting late, I’d miss my round at the pub! But inside I knew I would return to read the rest of the real Lion Witch and Wardrobe. |