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Subject: {ASSM} NEW! The Slutty Sorceress 1, Ch1 [1/2] (M/f, MM/f, fantasy, mc, nc, oral)
Date: Sat,  7 Jul 2001 04:10:03 -0400
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This is part one of two (divided for posting!) of Chapter One of the Slutty 
Sorceress 1. Like all things magic, the preceeding sounds more complicated 
than it is....
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***WARNING!***
This story is intended to be read by mature audiences *only*! That means 
that if you're too young (under 18) stop reading now! This story contains 
graphic descriptions of sex including non-consensual acts, mind-control, 
humiliation, and worse.
***END WARNING!***

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This is the first story about Lessy of Elvenforest, a novice sorceress who 
finds herself continuously involved in magical adventures, curious exploits, 
and sexual depravities (the good stuff!). In this first tale she arrives in 
a major human city for the very first time and meets a human psionic who 
simply cannot resist her beauty...
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This story Copyright 2001, all rights reserved!
If you want to archive it just e-mail me! :)
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The Slutty Sorceress
Story One: The Curse of Sluttitude (ver.1.0)
by Galadriel (galadriel678@hotmail.com)

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Chapter One: An Evening at the Twisted Nail 1/2
(M/f, MM/f, fantasy, mind-control, oral, exhibitionism, no-sex... yet!)
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The Twisted Nail Tavern stood quite gingerly on the outskirts of Maulldrum, 
right on the banks of the River Maull. It was regarded, and quite rightly 
so, as a breeding ground for the worst of what Maulldrum had to offer. In 
its long history it had been nearly burnt down five times, and successfully 
so ten. Its beer was poor and its food worse, but if you wanted to find 
trouble there was no better place to go in all of Maulldrum.

Which is why so many heads turned when the young elfish girl walked in.

Across the room a large hulk of a man threw down a pair of Queen's Eyes and 
smiled toothlessly at the slender man he was playing. "I winnit again!" he 
slurred between a set of broken and missing teeth.

The slender man, for his part, wasn't paying much attention. He hadn't even 
shown his hand. Instead his rat like eyes were staring over his opponent's 
shoulder towards the entrance of the tavern. "By the Gods, " he said beneath 
his breath. "Would you look at that?"

"Yah, yah," the toothless man grinned as he raked in his winnings. "My lucky 
night, eh, Gorgin?"

Gorgin gave his partner a piercing glare that would have uneased nearly 
anybody else. "Not the game, fool! Look!" He gestured towards where the 
young lady was standing.

The large man grunted and heaved his mass over. Immediately he knew what 
Gorgin had been talking about. "Well damn all," he said as he leered at the 
girl standing between a drunken fisherman and one of the barmaids. She 
appeared to be making apologies for being in the way.

"I ain't seen her 'ere before," he smiled after finally turning back. "Where 
d'ya think she's from?"

"By the looks of it, somewhere south of Tallyhare," Gorgin said, standing 
up. He smoothed back his greasy black hair, all the while leering at the 
girl as a wolf studies its prey. "She's certainly not local."

"Eh!"

"Go get Rearsin and meet me out back in an hour." Gorgin set away from the 
table, then paused. "Oh, and Brech?"

"Yar?" asked the massive man as he pushed himself from his seat.

"My King's Tax beats your queens."

Brech looked down at the table and saw he boss' cards. "Well damn all," he 
grunted before making his way towards the back of the tavern, a few coins 
shorter than before.

***

"Pardon me, ma'am? Sir? Excuse me!"

Lessy was out of her element. She'd never been in such a complicated place 
before, so full of strange people and stranger smells. Only five minutes 
inside the Twisted Nail and she'd yet to succeed in drawing anyone's 
attention long enough to get help.

"Oh, dear," she said to herself above the cacophony of noises. She stepped 
back quickly as a full-chested barmaid nearly ran her over.

She looked about the room again. There seemed to be all manner of human 
males here, of all sizes and dispositions, drinking and laughing and 
talking. Occasionally one of the many tables would burst uproariously into 
laughter.

Besides the humans there was the occasional dwarf or gnome but, as far as 
Lessy could tell, no elves. She shrugged her shoulders and inhaled the air. 
What she smelled was quite different from what the other clientele were 
smelling. She smelt adventure and character, a quaintness that had been 
foreign in her woodland home. She smiled at it all.

"Oh!" she gasped as something tickled against her inner thigh. Instinctively 
she jumped back, nearly toppling over a barrel-chested dwarf carrying two 
tankards of ale.

"Excuse me, sir!" she apologized. The dwarf mumbled something but didn't 
reply.

She stared back at where she'd been standing and saw a gnome. He was nearly 
two feet tall and had wispy black hair, a long nose, and an outfit that 
looked as if it'd been sewn together from several different outfits.

"Oh, my!" she exclaimed. "Did I step over you?"

The gnome looked surprised. "Uhm, yes m'dear, you did, at that!"

She pushed her dress, which she noticed had ridden up her legs a good three 
inches, back into place and blushed. "I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed. "I 
hadn't even seen you, and I was looking for someone..."

"Nothing down there you need be sorry for, m'dear," the gnome said 
suggestively. "It was quite... pretty!" He made this last word sound as 
dirty as anyone might imagine... anyone, that is, but Lessy.

"Why thank you!" she smiled generously. "My grandmother made it for me. The 
fabric is a type of Elly'sheen silk!"

The gnome gaped. "Erm... yes, yes. Very pretty dress." He looked her up (a 
long ways) then down (not quite so) and said, "Would you join me for a 
drink? You look out of place."

"I'd be delighted, Sir Gnome!" she beamed. She was exceedingly pleased to 
finally meet someone who'd talk with her. "My name is Lessy of Elvenforest! 
What may I call you?"

"Gorgok," the gnome grinned. "Come, follow, eh?"

He led the way, weaving the two between several tables whose occupants 
stared after the young elf as she passed, and who wondered what a beauty 
like her would be doing with a gnome like Gorgok. This is what they saw:

 From toes to head she stretched on about five and a half feet, maybe an inch 
or two higher, which made her tall for an elf. She appeared to be in her 
late teens, by human reckoning, although everyone knew that elves aged 
differently and that she was probably older. Her body was certainty matured, 
though: wide hips, nice round ass, and two full perky breasts which defied 
gravity.

In fact, she was quite beautiful, even for an elf. With rolling curls of 
deep red hair tumbling down her slender back and pale skin, she had an 
overall happy quality to her that made people want to smile. Her long, 
slightly pointed ears protruded from the curls and were decorated with 
several piercings of various gems and colors. The dress she wore was a 
one-piece and, unlike human dresses, absent of layered skirts and padding. 
Instead, the shimmering white material merely clung to her body, from her 
wrists to the top of her breasts and then on down to her knees. In fact the 
dress seemed to be held to her as if by magic.

She was wearing calf-high white leather boots and a thick black-leather belt 
which hung around her wide hips. Around her long, slender neck was a golden 
necklace of obviously rich design.

And so, as she made her way after the gnome, every red-blooded male she 
walked by found themselves gaping at her luscious body and wishing that they 
lived closer to elven lands, if this is what they had to offer.

"Sit, sit," he offered when they reached a table full of gnomes.

There were six of similar height and girth as Gorgok, all of whom stared 
slack-jawed at the elven beauty who took a seat with them. Gorgok sat next 
to her as she smiled at the group and introduced herself.

"This is my first time in Maulldrum," she explained. "I'm looking for a 
friend of mine who said she'd be at a tavern. Are there other taverns in 
this city?"

The group of gnomes laughed as one. Lessy smiled awkwardly, wondering what 
was so funny.

"Heh! Sorry, lassy, where are my manners?" Gorgok finally said, ignoring her 
question. "These are my brothers. That's Aorgok over there, and the short 
one next to you" he grinned at this very little joke, "is Borgok. Across 
from his self is Corgok and Dorgok, and to their right is Eorgok, and 
finally this big fella is Aorgok the Second. We call him Forgok, and can't 
imagine why mums and dads didn't, too."

"'ello!" they said in unison.

"Hi!" Lessy chirped. "So, do you all work in the city?"

"Yes, we all do... erm, merchandizing," Gorgok grinned. His brothers 
sniggered.

"Wow, living in the city!" Her eyes glazed over dreamily. "What a life!"

"It gets us by," Gorgok admitted.

"So," Lessy said, "are there other taverns? I might be at the wrong--- hey!"

She pulled herself back and away from a tiny gnomish hand that had laid 
itself brazenly on the full of her left breast.

"I don't think that's appropriate!" she exclaimed, blushing.

"Nah, nah!" Gorgok said quickly. "You don't understand, m'deary! It's 
gnomish custom! Borgok here was just trying to, erm... _welcome_ you to our 
city." He winked at his brothers.

"He was?"

"Oh yes, yes," Borgok said. His voice was quite lower than his brother's, 
and someone more experienced with such things would have thought it sleazy. 
Lessy merely listened as he continued, "It's, uhm, our way of giving you 
good luck!"

"Oh," Lessy said. She shook her head and looked over at Borgok. She seemed 
embarrassed. "I'm sorry! Where I come from... never mind! I'm so sorry! I'm 
not too familiar with gnomish custom..."

"Never you mind!" Borgok nodded. His brothers, as one, eyed the young elf's 
breasts lewdly and waited to see if the little gag would pay off. "So may I 
continue with our... custom?"

She glanced over at Gorgok, who quickly met her gaze and gave her a look 
that suggested she'd be hurting his brother's feelings if she didn't let 
him. She turned back to Borgok.

"Yes, of course!" And then, to the amazement of even Gorgok, "I think 
customs are neat!"

Suddenly all of Borgok's brothers were incredibly jealous.

Borgok used his tiny hand to squeeze and rub the entire girth of Lessy's 
left breast, which was the size of a ripe melon and just as firm. Her white 
silk dress was so tight and thin as to allow the table to watch in amazement 
as her nipple, which Borgok found right quick, harden into a little firm 
nub.

"How are ya feelin', m'deary?" Gorgok whispered seductively in her ear from 
her other side.

"It kind of tickles," she whispered back, suppressing a laugh. "How much 
good luck is he gonna give me?"

"Oh, these things can take a while," Gorgok explained. "I could help him, to 
speed things up..."

"Oh, would you? Because I *am* in an awful rush, after all..."

Without further prompting Gorgok leaned forward with both of his tiny hands 
and began kneading her right breast. It squished and bulged beneath his 
fingers as he hefted it up and down. He had to stand on his chair to get the 
full effect, which resulted in a grin as he finally got to look down at her 
cleavage, which was plentiful.

His brother stared across the mounds of elven-chest at him and narrowed his 
eyes. He, too, stood, and then picked up the pace, pushing and rolling the 
succulent tit-meat beneath his gnomish fingers. The rest of the gnomes tried 
not to giggle as they watched the competition.

Lessy felt the tickling sensation fade away and leaned back to accept the 
gnome customary greeting. It actually felt quite good, she decided, as she 
closed her eyes with a smile. No wonder it was customary, as they'd said. 
The four hands ran over her chest repeatedly, kneading her tits and rubbing 
her nipples into hard little beads. When she felt Gorgok slide his hand 
underneath her dress she almost jumped, but contained herself.

After all, she thought, we have customs in the Great Forest, too. Not like 
this, certainly, but wouldn't *we* be offended if someone disrespected them?

Borgok grunted in annoyance. Not to be outdone, he placed *both* his hands 
beneath the dress and began massaging her nipple. Gorgok responded in kind.

It was a Gnomish Battle of the Feel-Up. And both were determined to win.

"A-hem," came the voice of a barmaid.

Lessy looked up, embarrassed but now certain this type of thing must be 
normal. "Yes?" she said, a little breathlessly.

The barmaid, a middle-aged fattening woman, stared at the scene before her 
with disgust. "Kin I get you a drink?" she asked.

"No, but thank you!" Lessy smiled happily at the waitress, who turned away 
shaking her head.

Lessy began to feel kind of strange. It was a pleasant sensation, but one 
she'd never had before. She marveled at the feeling of the tiny hands 
underneath her dress and realized that she should probably be outraged by 
how private touches were becoming, but it *was* customary and, besides, it 
felt soooo good...

"I was there FIRST!"

She startled as Gorgok pulled his hands out from under her dress and lunged 
across at his brother. Borgok pulled his hands out as well and made a 
similar lunge at Gorgok and suddenly Lessy had two gnomes throwing punches 
at each other over her chest.

She slid her chair back quickly and watched as the two fell to the floor. 
She suddenly became aware that a group had gathered, she figured to watch 
the fight (although it never occurred to her how odd it was that such a 
group could form so quick without her noticing). Then she hic-cupped in 
surprise and pulled her dress up over her breasts, all in one smooth motion.

The fight continued. Lessy pleaded, "Please! Someone is going to get hurt!"

A few of the audience members laughed. She stood, and decided to try 
something. Going deep into the back of her brain she pulled out a succession 
of ancient words she hoped would help, and began moving her hands around in 
a complicated motion...

"GORGOK! BORGOK!" a voice suddenly entombed.

Lessy stopped her incantation and turned to stare at the looming figure of a 
tall, slender man wearing a long green robe. He had long, slicked-back hair 
and a gaze which stopped the two combating gnomes in their tracks.

"Uh..." Gorgok breathed heavily. "Gorgin?"

The tall man nodded. Lessy looked up thankfully at him as he pointed towards 
her. "You've humiliated this poor girl in front of the entire Twisted Nail! 
Apologize... now!" This last word stood out as both a warning and a command.

The two gnomes nodded vigorously. A new layer of sweat seemed to have formed 
on their brows at the same exact time. "We were just playing!" Gorgok said.

"That's right!" Borgok agreed. "Having some fun, is all!"

Meanwhile their brothers, wisely, had already made their way out of the 
tavern.

"Well?" Gorgin asked, tapping his toe and glaring at the two would-be 
combatants.

A long (but technically short) silence followed.

Finally: "Sorry, ma'am," Gorgok mumbled, pulling himself to his feet and 
backing away.

"Yessir, sorry, m'lady," Borgok agreed.

A second later the two were gone, disappearing into a disappointed crowd of 
drunks who'd been expecting a display of power. They expected nothing less 
when Gorgin was angry, as he obviously was now.

When the gnomes were gone, his demeanor changed as well. "My dear," Gorgin 
said gently, as the crowd began to disperse. "I am very sorry for all of 
that. I'm afraid the Gok Brothers are known to... well, they have little 
respect for women, and it's a shame."

Lessy was smiling broadly, now. "Thank you, thank you so much!" she 
exclaimed. "I'm not sure I could have stopped them before things got out of 
hand!"

"Yes," Gorgin said grimly. "Who knows what they might have done. I'm just 
glad I got here in time."

"Me too!" she said. "Gorgok was certainly bigger than Borgok who, I'm 
afraid, might have got seriously hurt!"

Gorgin began to say something then stopped. After beginning again he stopped 
once more, before finally managing, "Huh?"

"Well," Lessy offered, "Gorgok was about to roll on top of his brother, I 
think, and that would have been really bad for the small guy. I'm so glad 
you came when you did!"

Gorgin looked puzzled. Regaining himself he said, "Yes, yes of course." He 
glanced around the tavern, which seemed to be watching them both. "Would you 
like to get out of here?"

Lessy nodded happily.


***END OF CHAPTER ONE, 1/2***

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This is my first story ever! Chapter two, its
conclusion, is cumming <g> soon. After that I
hope to "put out" other Lessy stories, so please
e-mail me and let me know what you thought! Thanx!!!
galadriel678@hotmail.com
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