Date: Fri, 24 Apr 2015 14:25:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: derek james <derekjames57@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Adventures of Rex II: The Craving (Part Seven)

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The Adventures of Rex II: The Craving (Part Seven)



Collin rolled over and blinked. The light from a new day was just peeping
in to his small bedroom around the edges of the tightly pulled curtains. He
felt woozy and still very unsteady. His mind instantly recalled the highly
upsetting fact, Uncle Rex was with Hilda. He knew it, he felt it...he
tasted it! His dear uncle possessed by her dangerous witchcraft had lied to
him on the phone but he knew better...she was evil! They were together
somewhere...but where?

He knew that his mature Nordic boss and confidant Rolf had put him to bed
last night. He felt relieved that Rolf was spending the weekend with him
and caring for him, he needed looking after he mused thoughtfully to
himself as he rose shakily from his warm bed.

Nude, he slipped on his terrycloth robe and tiptoed out his bedroom so not
to wake Rolf who he assumed was sleeping next-door in his uncle's large
bed. He could have switched on the computer and checked via his secret spy
cam but he wanted to just peek in through the crack in the door. It was
only 7:30 AM and he was most likely still asleep.

Collin's tender bare feet padded to his uncle's door and he just peeped in
slight opening. His breath caught in his throat, his heart began to beat
like a throbbing drum in his chest...The curtains were wide open and the
bed was empty and still fully made!

Collin pushed in and felt the bed clothes...very cool to his fingertips and
obviously un-slept in!

Collin ran down the steps and into the living room; he hoped that maybe
Rolf lay asleep on the couch...empty as well! Rolf's few possessions were
still there...but where was Rolf? Had he been away all night? Had he gone
to Hilda's and confronted her or Silas? Collin's mind raced feverishly and
he knew he must sit down or faint. The horror of Madame Hilda never ceased
to amaze him...she was a true devil!

Collin collapsed into the nearest chair and wept; his brown haired head
buried in his skinny arms as he rocked back and forth.

Uncle Rex's 23 year-old nephew was certain something awful had befallen his
dear friend Rolf and now...he had to face a very scary fact...he alone had
to save his uncle and his friend!



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   Barbara Carlisle sat in the small bay window of her bedroom sanctum and
stirred a cup of herbal tea as she mused thoughtfully about the night that
had just passed under her roof...and what a night it was! The morning light
seemed dazzling as she took a nice, long sip of the warming liquid.


The Mayfair House was normally a rather sedate inn with its small number of
guests never making much of a commotion of any sort, well the tradition of
decades was destroyed last night and how...Barbara chuckled playfully to
herself.

Barbara closed her eyes and pictured the scene again.

The sound of thunderously loud pounding at the door downstairs had been the
start; she almost ran to it in fear of it being broken down. She knew that
dear Rex was raging like a beast; the African Seduction Star always caused
maniac-like behaviour when used with the all powerful "Craving Spell".

Opening the large wooden front door and seeing Rex for the first time was
truly breathtaking.  He had stood gasping for breath, business suited but
extremely sweaty from his obvious sprint through London. His necktie was
gone and his rumpled dress shirt undone to mid-chest; glistening sweat
beaded all round his furrowed brow and gorgeously furry man chest.  His
thick reddish grey hair stood in a tangled mass atop his handsome mature
face and those green eyes so very piercing and so perfectly fiery!

Rex growled in a deep guttural tone, "Where is she? Is Hilda here?"

Barbara held up her long fingered hand, wrinkled and masterful in a stop
signal. "Wait, enter and rest. Breathe deeply and wait. You are raging. You
must focus!" Her voice had been calming but direct.

"Who the hell are you to tell me...?" Rex began to rage but was cut short.

"I am Barbara, the proprietor of this fine place and Hilda has told me much
since she arrived today. Consider me privy to the whole story about you two
and just trust me. You both need me and tonight...tonight is so very
special to you both. Breathe and enter. Sit on that small settee there by
the stairway and collect yourself. Hilda will be done in a moment." Barbara
had said firmly and Rex had slowly, unsteadily made his way to the antique
settee.

Rex's six-foot form collapsed into the seat and he laid back and shut his
eyes, breathing deeply and calming down just a bit...as much as the magical
spell would allow.

Barbara had been so pleased with herself; her motherly ways had soothed the
besotted, beast-like Rex in a matter of moments. Things really did look
promising!


Rex had looked so virile yet tender. He sat rubbing his large hands
together, eyes closed and just breathing deeply....waiting, waiting for his
Hilda.

Hilda arrived barefooted, padding down the carpeted staircase in a large
flowing kimono robe of silk. The display of vibrant colours covering her
large fleshy nude body beneath had made Barbara instantly moist as she
watched her sister in witchcraft move with grace and determination to stand
before her man.

Rex gazed up and nearly leapt forward to embrace Hilda in her
fullness. Barbara watched the kiss, deep and long...lips locked, and
tongues lashing. Rex's large firm hands caressed Hilda's ample backside and
moved gently upward, stroking her long silver dark tresses that hung simply
down her back. The moment was perfection as only a spell could create!

Hilda pulled away and grasped Rex's arm and began to move him to the stairs
towards her first floor bedroom. Rex's large body followed, eyes locked on
his love. His loafer clad feet nimbly moving forward and then up, step by
step...following Hilda.

Rex's tight cycler's ass pumping with each step beneath the fabric of his
sexy trousers caught Barbara's eye. He looked delicious; she could really
enjoy a piece of him she had mused playfully. Rex was so worthy of lustful
intent!

Barbara had moved to follow and Hilda had looked down at her, stopping
briefly and nodding her approval in a begrudging way. And Rex, Rex had
cared only for Hilda...he did not even flinch as wise sage-like Barbara
moved gingerly onward behind the pair toward the special bed chamber.

Rex was besotted and only wanted to be one with Hilda; that much was so
evident to her as she watched the scene unfold last evening. Now her tea
was getting cold and she sipped it while drifting in and out of the erotic
reverie.

She mused on Rex's brute sex-crazed form practically bursting through the
partially opened bedroom door as Hilda stepped aside to allow her man entry
to their sanctum of passions.  Barbara had nearly faded into the shadows of
the gently candlelit room and shut the door softly behind herself...but
neither Rex nor Hilda took any notice now of her. Their eyes were fixed
upon one another!

Rex had stood trembling before MILF Hilda, his breath coming in sharp rasps
and his hands clenched in balls of frustrated lust. Hilda had been
masterful and so in charge...Barbara had been very impressed.

Hilda stood before him and slid his suit jacket off his tense
shoulders. She then undressed him slowly, kissing and nibbling on his
sweaty body as she did it. Rex swooned and toppled backward onto the bed as
Hilda tugged his trousers down. The loafers vanished and the sweat soaked
gold-toe socks were stripped nimbly from his large, flexing feet. Soon the
gorgeous Rex was nude, laying on his back and gazing up at his beloved
Hilda.

Barbara tucked herself in a far murky corner and drank it all in, the whole
scene...but she couldn't stop looking at Rex's large uncut tool. It pulsed
like a flesh rod of iron and might against his flat tummy as it protruded
from its crown of rusty pubic hair. The candlelight made Rex look almost
like a Greek hero from a myth of long ago. The very memory made Barbara wet
down low in her secret place.

Hilda had then reached into her bag that she had brought and pulled out
homemade massaging oil. Hilda intoned in a loving yet no nonsense way,
"Rex, roll over onto your front!"

Rex obeyed and Barbara had moved her hand downward to massage her own
aching pussy as she watched the eager mature couple.

Hilda put some of the aromatic massaging oil on her hands to warm it
up. Then she started to rub his back. Her hands must have felt like silk to
him. He revelled in the relaxing massage. All of the tensions were
gone. His muscular shoulders and back were completely relaxed. She was not
using hard strokes but soft sensuous strokes. Rex could feel himself
getting very excited.

Barbara masturbated gently and leaned back into the corner to support her
body so not to fall; voyeurism was so deliciously naughty!

Every now and then Hilda would bend down and place a kiss where her hands
had just left. She took her time on his back then slowly her hands started
to move down his body. She massaged his cycler's butt; occasionally taking
the time to slip her hands between his strong, furry legs. No direct
contact just a hint of what was really on her mind.

Next came the legs. Hilda spent time on his toned thighs. She was well
aware of the rising of his uncut manhood. She moved down his legs to his
calves. Making sure they were relaxed. Then she massaged his ample
feet. Rex was so excited that he almost could not contain himself. It was
obvious to Barbara that he wanted to grab her and have his way with her.

Hilda now hungrily clutched one of Rex's manly bare feet in a fevered grip
and shoved his slender toes into her mouth, tasting his salty man-sweat on
each. Then she grabbed his other foot, and brought it to her face,
too. Hilda playfully licked and lapped both of Rex's feet all over; she had
grunted and groaned with sheer pleasure all the while!

The Seduction Star was truly a marvel; Rex was under its spell completely!

Hilda breathed in her sultry voice, "Roll over.  No massage is complete
until all areas of the body are done!"

So, Rex rolled over onto his back. After he turned over, both Hilda and
Barbara drooled at how hard he was! He continued to turn over and lie on
his back. Hilda took some more oil in her hands and started to rub his
reddish-gold haired chest. She paid close attention to his nipples as she
rubbed lightly in circles. All the while she was doing this Rex grew more
excited than before. Hilda lightly pinched them as she rubbed. This sent
wonderfully spasmodic shock waves through his whole body, even his
sculptured toes danced.

He moaned as she continued to massage his chest. She then started to move
down his stomach. Getting more oil in her hands, she rubbed him all
over. Rex couldn't take much more. He was starting to lose control again
just like back in the salon...her hands now massaging his thighs. She would
once in a while, lightly run her hands across his fuzzy, tight
ball-sack...just a gently brushing, a nudge. Each time she did that Rex
would moan louder.

She moved down to his moist pink feet and then up again.  Hilda had stopped
for a minute and looked down at him as he laid there. Seeing his throbbing
shaft practically standing straight up, she wanted him badly but she also
wanted to tease him a little. Hilda was playing the MILF queen and knew
Barbara was so envious.

Hilda reached for the oil again and put some more into her hands. She
started to rub the base of his shaft and Rex let out a loud sigh.

"Ooooooo, Hilda! Stroke me, please...touch me!" Rex had begged and this
made Barbara shiver as her first of many orgasms took place.

Hilda was in control.

She slowly started to work her way up his uncut shaft a little at a time
with the oil.

Not too fast for she wanted him to feel the anticipation and pleasure.  She
got to the purplish, wet head, after gently pulling back the ample foreskin
and this sent more shock waves through him. She now knew she had him. Now
she started to stroke his hard shaft up and down. This started to get him
even more excited. She started to find a faster rhythm. By now she was
stroking him so fast that he knew he was not going to last long. He asked
her to stop before he exploded. He told her that it was her turn to get a
massage. She didn't want to but then she wanted the evening to last.

Hilda stopped and spoke, "What shall I do?"

Rex had gently rose and pulled Hilda free of her loose clothing. Her chubby
naked form had bounced freely in the candlelight.

"Lay down on your front, my love!" Rex crooned as Barbara drooled and
rubbed from the corner, wishing she were in Hilda's place!

Now it was his turn to send her into ecstasy. With her on her stomach he
straddled her with his muscular legs on each side of her MILF form. He
reached for the oil and poured some in his hands and slowly started to rub
her large back. Rex worked on her neck knowing it was feeling good just as
she did to him a few minutes ago. He then worked his way down her
back. When he got to her to her fleshy butt, he had paid an extra amount of
time and attention there.

He poured a little more oil in his hands so they were well lubricated and
proceeded to massage her round chubby ass. Occasionally he would run his
hands between her legs and just lightly brush her most sensitive part. She
moaned each time he did that but he would only do it to send shock waves
through her as she had just been doing.

He moved over to the side of her and started to massage her thighs. She
spread her meaty legs open hoping that he would rub her hot aching
clit. All he did was just tease her. He rubbed the inside of her chunky
thighs. She arched her back wanting him to touch her but he just continued
down her legs to her calves. Then he got to her feet. He took each foot and
massaged it very sensuously. Hilda was so fully aroused that she that she
had an orgasm as he worked on her feet. Barbara watched as Hilda trembled
and shook while Rex massaged masterfully.

Rex finished with her feet after a few minutes of massaging. "Roll over
now," Rex guided gently.

He now moved so that he was between her splayed legs. He lowered himself
and took his hard manhood in his hand and started to rub it between her
legs. When he touched her throbbing engorged clit with his cock-knob, Hilda
again reached orgasm.  She then arched her back, hoping that Rex would
enter her but he didn't. All he did was rub his oozing cock head on her
clit for a minute of sheer bliss.

Hilda saw his steel-like shaft and how hard it was and she reached for
it. She wanted to feel it and stroke it but he would not let her. Rex then
had started to massage her ample breasts with the oil. Hilda had her eyes
closed and was ready to cum again from his touch. He circled her nipples
with his playful fingers and then lightly pinched each one.

Hilda cried out. "Ahhhhh, Rex!"  She came again!

He then took a whole breast in each hand and rubbed each until she started
to moan. He straddled her with his legs on each side and placed his hard
manhood between her flabby breasts. She helped push her breasts together so
they were totally around his hard cock and he started to move his cock back
and forth. The sensation was so great that he was getting harder and
harder. Hilda moaned loudly came again and he knew he was going to cum very
soon.

Barbara fingered herself ever deeper and soon joined her voice to Hilda's
in the orgasmic chorus.

Hilda now begged him to put his hard shaft into her.

Rex wanted to but he also wanted to tease her a little more. He took his
shaft in his hand and rubbed the head of it over her big, hard nipples.

She could see the glistening of his copious pre-cum oozing from his
cock-slit. She wanted to taste it. She wanted to feel his hardness in her
wet mouth. Again Hilda begged him. He kept rubbing it on her nipples. Hilda
was going crazy. He did this for what seemed like hours.

Rex looked her down into her pleading, yet demanding fiery eyes and knew he
must to make her happy.

He moved off her and positioned himself between her gaping legs. He took
his hard manhood into his hand and rubbed it all along her warm and ultra
pouty labia. Hilda was squirming to get now get Rex to enter her.

He took his mushroomed cock-knob and put it just at her wet, hot
pussy. Slowly Rex started to push it in. This sent a shiver thru Hilda. She
came immediately, The African Seduction Star busily frothing and slowly
dissolving deep within. She screamed as she came. She tightened her pussy
around his shaft trying to pull him in even more.  Rex fought her so he
would only allow a little of his hard cock in her. He then pulled it out to
where only the head was at her yawning cavity. This was driving Hilda
insane.

Hilda now shrieked like a crazed demon and Barbara jumped and smiled
eagerly.

Rex then pushed more of himself into her. Hilda could not resist, so she
reached for his cycler's ass and pulled him in all the way.

Barbara felt it. She watched and lived the moment of entry. It thrilled
her! The spell was fulfilled and Rex was devoured!

Rex felt so good inside and Hilda wanted him to go even deeper to fully
feel his hardness.


She moved against him, now both in rhythm.

She loved the way that his manhood felt; his perfect hardness moving inside
of her, slicing deep...ever touching the Seduction Star's secret nest. With
every stroke Hilda felt herself go deeper into the abandon, the feeling of
complete ecstasy. She loved him so much that her love for him was growing
with each thrust. Now with his body touching hers, his manhood growing
inside of her with each lunge, the excitement was growing. She came
stronger and longer than she had ever come before.

Rex felt her excitement; in response he spewed a river of man-seed deep
inside of her...filling her very being with his precious essence and
melding with the Star's evil power.

They had lain in each other's arms. They could smell each other; feel each
other ...taste each other. They were in perfect union. Rex stayed hard and
buried deep in his love.

She loved him and he loved her. Rex had no idea that his love was
completely driven by dark, lustful magic! Barbara watched the two nude
figures entwined and sealed in a magical union, evil and mystical...albeit
highly dangerous. Hilda should have known better, Barbara mused with a
pleased smile as she moved to the door. The Craving Spell was
so...unpredictable! The two lovers did not even flinch as she crept out.

She knew they would make more love, the night was young. She knew others
were listening.  Shortly before Rex had burst in, Boris and Nellie Rifkin
had wandered back much earlier than expected. Nellie had felt unwell and
the planned night out was postponed.

Both in their mid-sixties, wiry framed and Boris stood just at about five
and half feet to his wife's barely five. They exuded healthy living and
good breeding. Their perfectly trimmed hair was steel grey and Boris was a
fan of custom tailored suits from exclusive London outfitters.

The older well-heeled husband and wife now sat perched upon their bed in
the room just above Rex and Hilda's. Barbara knew the loud lovemaking would
unsettle them and she had moved swiftly up the stairs to remedy the
situation before they could complain of the outrageously noisy couple in
the room below. Luckily, she had a special herb concoction tucked inside
her bedroom cupboard for times like these when soothing troubled guests was
necessary. And these two were bound to make trouble and Barbara had to make
them see reason...and make them obey. She would need them to keep Rex
amused at some stage while Hilda saw to other urgent business. The game
must be played and poor, unsuspecting Boris and Nellie were just
pawns...and purely innocent.  Barbara changed her wardrobe quickly, grabbed
a special black box from a shelf and prepared to make the couple her own!

Barbara stealthily went down the stairs and entered their room, she did not
even knock.

Mistress Barbara strode in looking the part of dominatrix supreme. She had
on a full-length leather jacket, and high heel black boots that disappeared
under the coat. Boris was so surprised he nearly fell off the bed as he sat
in his dressing gown comforting a wild-eyed Nellie who lay back against a
multitude of pillows.

"Miss Carlisle, what on earth are you doing bursting in here and dressed
like that? How dare you. And all that....noise below...it disgraceful. My
dear Nellie is suffering a bad headache and that lovemaking downstairs is
dreadful. I shall go down at once and bring an end to whatever shenanigans
those two have planned next. We shall never come here again and I shall
write to..." Boris had shook with rage but Mistress Barbara cut him short
as she shut the door behind herself and placed the box on the large
dresser.

The very memory sent chills all along Barbara's spine as she sipped her
tea.

Hello Boris," she had said to him. "Are you all set for tonight? You must
call me Mistress Barbara now! Has your cock been getting hard all week
anticipating all kinds of nasty fun here at my little establishment? Did
you play with yourself thinking about what was going to happen? How many
times did you cum? Come on, tell us," she had demanded as poor Nellie sat
in silence.

He blushed and looked at his bare feet that were shaking. It was true; he'd
been masturbating every day as the London getaway grew closer and he knew
that he and Nellie always became closer physically whilst away. He couldn't
wait for tonight, and every time he thought about it he'd found himself in
the bathroom jerking off. How on earth did this woman know? He was so
embarrassed.

Barbara slipped off her coat and revealed a stunning outfit. Her boots were
thigh high, and she had on a black leather bustier that was tied up the
front with crossing laces. It barely held her tits in, they were pushed up
and you could almost see her nipples poking out of the top. She had
matching leather panties that were absolutely painted on. She was an aging
MILF but still a glory and the high heels made her tower over them. Boris
had felt his cock grow stiff. This was making him forget the noise from
downstairs in no time.

She turned to Nellie and looked her up and down. "You haven't masturbated
at all, have you? When's the last time you had your hand in your panties?
You don't even remember, do you?"  Nellie nearly pulled the bed covers over
her head. The way her thin dowdy face had peeped up at her had made her
pussy wet with power and lust. Taking charge of this couple was going to be
profitable and fun!

"Just as I thought, I see I have my work cut out for me. Now, I want you
both to strip down for me, let's see what we are working with here."
Mistress Barbara had spoken.

"No, no. How dare you!" Nellie had shrieked. Boris had looked a bit excited
at that stage and turned to his wife and wagged his finger in the air.

"We better do as we are told. She looks pretty...scary and...perfectly
sexy!" Boris stammered as he began to rise up and pull off his dressing
gown.

By now Mistress Barbara had moved to the night table, poured a glass of
water from the carafe and swirled in her special powdered herbs.

Nellie still huddled under the bed covers but Boris sat nude on the bed,
skinny and semi-erect.

"Each of you drink half of this mixture...NOW!" Mistress Barbara had
ordered.

Nellie flinched as the glass moved to her, a riding crop held in the
Mistress thwacked downward and slapped the night table. Nellie drank her
half and then handed the glass to Boris who by now eagerly drank and seemed
more than willing to cooperate.

The herbs began to work almost at once and both her companions began to
look at bit misty eyed and more like slaves.

I told you to strip down," she said evenly "and I meant right now.  Nellie
jumped and began to obey.

Boris watched Nellie, who was now slowly lowering her robe. Soon she had
stood naked in front of the Mistress. Boris's cut-cock stood pleasingly
partially erect between his legs, and he tried to cover it with his hands.

"Stand next to Nellie here in front of me!" She order and Boris bounced up
on his small, moist bare feet.

Barbara looked them each up and down with appraising eyes. Nellie was
shorter, with ample breasts but still had nice albeit slightly saggy
curves. Her ass was still well rounded, and firm. Boris was just slightly
taller, and still had the physique of a younger man, this pleased the
Mistress greatly.

"Very nice, I want to see how that cock looks totally hard. Boris, why
don't you show us how you were masturbating earlier this week? Get it
really hard for us. Stroke it!" Mistress Barbara had barked.

Nellie had smiled for the very first time; this was going to be interesting
she privately thought. She'd never seen Boris masturbate, but knew that he
did, like all men. She was very curious and turned to watch.

Boris gingerly reached down and took hold of his semi- erect dick. He
closed his eyes and started to gently massage it, touching with the tips of
his fingers. He felt relief as his cock responded and started to grow even
harder in his hand. He spread his legs a little and moved his hand down to
his furry balls, gently touching them, started to really enjoy the
sensation of touching himself in front of this little group.

That was when the lovemaking had broken forth below once more. Rex's
guttural sounds wafted upward through the aged floors and Hilda's lustful
moans bounced from wall to wall. It had added a wonderfully erotic touch to
the proceedings. Barbara giggled as she recalled the delightful events of
last evening.

Nellie stared, watching her husband rubbing his cock. She started to feel
more aroused than she had in years, it was so erotic to be naked in front
of others, and she felt her pussy start to tingle.

"Nellie, I want you to teach Boris how to suck a cock. Show him how to use
his mouth and tongue, how to really get it hard and ready for
fucking. Later, you do exactly what Nellie showed you, listen to her
instructions now and feel free to ask questions if you need to." Mistress
Barbara had instructed and she then had moved to the black box and took out
a very special surprise.

The box had contained a very old sex toy. Owned for years and years by the
same witchcraft smitten family; the antique carved wooden dildo with
leather harness was now in Barbara's possession and she treasured it for
its dark magical powers. The strap-on device was said to be highly
dangerous because it caused the "fuckies" to become enslaved to the
"fucker".  And for as long as Barbara had owned it, it was very true!

The jet black finished dildo had loomed toward Nellie. Barbara had fastened
the antique strap round her waist and thus...The Mistress had grown a HUGE
hard cock in a matter of seconds!

Nellie knelt down in front of Barbara, and Boris knelt nearby...watching
closely. She gave him a side-glance and then reached out with her tongue
and flicked it across the tip of the Mistress's ebony cock. She looked back
to Boris and met his eyes.

Nellie reached out again with her tongue, and gently licked carved ball
sack. She ran her tongue under it. She continued licking the smooth balls,
and then ran her tongue up and down the shaft, which had made Mistress
Barbara smile broadly.

Boris groaned and leaned in towards the devil-like dick. His tongue came
out as Nellie reached over and grabbed his cock with the tightened circle
of her hand, and then he started licking the carved scrotum. Nellie then
slid her hand downward and cupped his balls, weighing them and Boris's
tongue moved up to the Mistress's shaft. Nellie whispered in his ear "Take
the whole shaft into your mouth; I want to see you suck it."

She moved her hand back up to the head of his cock, which was starting to
drip quite a bit of pre-cum. She covered her palm with it and then started
to vigorously jerk him off. Boris grunted, and slid the carved phallus deep
into his mouth. As Nellie jerked him faster, he sucked harder. Just as he
felt his balls rise up in anticipation of coming, she released him.

A quick nod for their Mistress had seen to that! He was not to cum, not
yet!

"Very good, Boris. You can take my cock out of your mouth now...that was an
excellent job. Nellie, did you like watching your husband sucking on my
special cock?" she had asked.

"Yes, I didn't know it could be so exciting. My pussy is really starting to
get wet now." Nellie said as her eyes continued to glaze over from the
herbal concoction.

"Good, because it's time for it to get fucked. Why don't you get down on
all fours here on the carpet and be ready!" Mistress Barbara had suggested
coyly.

Nellie obeyed, and quickly positioned herself on the floor. Boris gave her
a pillow so that she could rest her elbows and lower her head. This had
also allowed her to spread her legs very wide, so that her pussy was lewdly
displayed in front of Mistress Barbara. Barbara had then knelt down behind
her and began by wiping her now spit moistened phallus up and down her
pouty labia. Nellie did not shave or trim and so the pink cunny lips poked
out from beneath a small forest of black pubic hairs.

"Ohhhhh, that feels really good," purred Nellie. "I feel so dirty like
this, but I really like it." She swayed her hips back and forth, and
Mistresses Barbara had then slipped the head of her cock past the pussy
lips. Nellie let out a groan and Barbara leaned forward and allowed the
strap-on device to slide all the way in to the hilt. Nellie rocked back,
trying to stuff it even deeper.

"Boris, come around here so you can see the proper way to fuck your
slut-like wife," Barbara had said. "See how deeply it's in her? Now, watch
as I start to fuck slowly, see how I pull back, almost all the way out?
Notice how I grab her hips when I go back in? That's allowing me to fuck
just a little bit deeper with each stroke because I can pull her right up
to my hips."

He continued to watch the fucking for about 5 minutes, and Nellie's pussy
was beginning to make a sloshing sound with each stroke.

"That's the sound we've been waiting for; her cunt is very wet now. Boris,
this will be educational for you, I want you to eat her out now so that you
learn how an excited pussy tastes."

Barbara drove in one more time, then pulled out, accompanied by a loud
"Sluurrrpp." Nellie moaned, and she wiped her slick cock on those juicy
labia lips again, and as she pulled away a stream of wet fuck juice hung
between the wooden dick and her pussy, seemingly reluctant to let it go.

"Nellie, stay in that position, I want him to eat you from behind just like
you got fucked. Boris, get down behind her and start by licking the outside
of her cunt. It looks like a lot of wetness is spread all over; you need to
clean that up before you get to taste inside."

Boris knelt behind his wife, and she spread her legs even wider, offering
up her wet twat for his tongue. Her pubic hair was pressed down from all
the moisture, and her lips were puffy from the fucking. He thought that
Nellie's pussy had never looked better. He stretched his head forward and
licked all around her, eliciting little squeals from her.  That's it Boris,
now you're getting it! How does it taste?" asked Mistress Barbara.

"It's a little salty, and the texture is slippery. It's also very warm,
almost hot," he replied and returned to licking her. He ran his tongue down
to her clit, and Nellie cried out and reached back to spread her pussy for
him. This opened her up quite wide, and Boris could smell the aroma of the
freshly fucked hole as he licked. He reached down and touched his cock, it
was rock hard and soaking wet. He longed to shove it in her and let loose
his cum.

"I see you're touching yourself, that's good. Nellie, he likes to play with
himself when he eats your pussy, what do you think of that?"

"Ohhhhh God, I think that makes me even hornier," she replied. "Can you
have him fuck me with his tongue?"

Mistress Barbara had told Boris to stick his tongue up Nellie's cunt. As he
did she held the back of his head, and Nellie started to grind and rock her
hips back, so that Boris's face was smeared with her juices. His tongue
would dart in and out, lapping up as much as he could get, one hand still
massaging his hardness.

"Nellie, get up on the edge bed, open your cunt to Boris. Boris get on all
fours and put your ass high towards me. Eat your wife...I am going to fuck
you!" Mistress Barbara had ordered.

Boris got down in front of his wife's open pussy. Her cunt was still
stretched from the dildo fucking she received, and her lips and pubic hair
were splattered with juice. She radiated an aroma of sex, and he found
himself almost uncontrollably excited at the thought of eating her as
Mistress Barbara fucked him.

Mistress Barbara knelt behind him and he felt her position the dildo
carefully on his asshole. "Now just relax," she said. "I want you to lick
her as I slide this in."

Boris took a deep breath, and ran his tongue over Nellie's sopping
mound. She tasted wonderful, salty, sweaty, wet, and a little sweet all at
the same time. As he licked her again he felt the dildo spread his anus and
enter him. He groaned and attempted to relax as Mistress Barbara pushed in
deeper, the sensations making him want to cum badly.

"Fuck yourself on my cock, Boris," she said. "I like to see men do it to
themselves; once it's in they always seem to enjoy it."

She held herself still, and Boris started to rock back and forth, going
forward until just the end was in him, and then pushing back against
Mistress Barbara's hips so that the cock was pushed all the way in. With
each stroke Mistress Barbara would slap his ass, calling him her slut,
which further raised his excitement level.

Nellie lay on the bed, holding her knees up with her pussy spread. She
craned her neck up to watch as Boris got fucked, and she had felt her own
orgasm building as he alternated between eating her and sliding back on the
dildo. "God, that is getting me so hot again, it's so horny watching you
get fucked honey, eat me harder!"

"You heard her, Boris, bury your face in her juicy cunt," said Mistress
Barbara.

Boris needed no further urging, he locked his lips to her pussy lips, and
Nellie let go of her knees and pressed his head vigorously into her wet
hole. Mistress Barbara had the dildo all the way in him, and she reached
around him and grasped his cock, and had started to rhythmically stroke it.

Boris gave a muffled moan, and Nellie held his face in her pussy, feeling
his tongue delve deeply into her nether region.

"Oh Boris! It feels so fucking good! God, I think I'm going to cum
soon. God, I'm going to cum right in your face baby, UH UH UH I'M CUMMING
NOW!!!"

Mistress Barbara's fingers quickly grasped Boris hard at the base of his
cock, she squeezed, effectively preventing him from his own orgasm as
Nellie held his face firm against her pussy, grinding hard against him as
her cunt jolted and squirted her own pussy juices on him. She came for what
seemed like minutes, and Mistress Barbara had maintained the stifling grip
on Boris.

Finally, Nellie sobbed and released Boris from her grip. She lay back,
trembling from the force of her amazing orgasm, her arms and legs weak and
limp.

Mistress Barbara, still with the cursed cock in Boris's ass and the grip on
his dick, got Boris up off the floor. "I think you're finally ready to fuck
her, Boris, are you ready?"

"I want to fuck her so bad I can taste it," he had simpered as he licked
his lips.

Mistress Barbara laughed and said "I'm going to stay in you while you do
it, now let's get on top of her." Nellie managed to move back onto the bed
a bit more, and Boris and Mistress Barbara climbed on. She still had a hold
of his cock, and being careful not to let the dildo slip out of his ass she
guided him into Nellie's gaping cunt. It slid in easily with a satisfying
wet sound.

Boris started fucking and grinding away...Mistress Barbara used the same
movements behind him, replicating what he did. He looked into Nellie's
eyes, and saw they were once again filled with lust. She pulled his head
down and kissed him deeply, her tongue entering his mouth and exploring,
tasting the remnants of her own orgasm from moments before. Boris
responded, and ground deeply into her, and felt Mistress Barbara do the
same to him. He felt his orgasm approach, and began bucking deep in
Nellie's pussy, and Mistress Barbara's strap-on cock.

"Oh fuck, ohhhhhhh, I'm cumming now, I'M CUMMING HARD RIGHT NOW!" he
shouted as his balls clenched and his cock sprayed inside her hot wet
pussy. Mistress Barbara had hold of his hips, and was pushing into him as
hard as she could as he collapsed into his wife's arms, Nellie hugging him
tightly and covered his face with kisses.

The room below had erupted into orgasmic bliss as well. The air was alive
with sex and lust!

As the spent couple had lay nude and soulfully looked up at their Mistress,
solemnly Barbara explained that she would be calling on them for help the
next day. And to be ready...to part of something wild and wonderful; just
obey her and all would be well. The magical herbs and dildo had worked and
Nellie and Boris nodded in full obedience.


The sound of tapping came gently upon her bedroom door and this snapped
Barbara out of her daydreams for good.

Barbara rose, gathered her floral dressing gown round herself and padded
over and unlocked the handsome carved door to her room.

Hilda, her face flushed and dark hair a mass of tangles, stood before her
smiling like the cat that had the cream. Her large round body garbed only
in a terrycloth robe came forward and moved to fill the space by the
windows.

"I just checked my phone, the ringer was off of course for obvious reasons
but Silas has been texting me like mad. He has Rolf in my special room in
the basement. I knew it would come to this, I knew it!" Hilda said in a
triumphantly evil way.  Barbara nodded solemnly. "You'll need to work a
charm on him now. After last night, Rex will want Collin gone. He's in your
way and Rolf is the only way to get him out of the picture. Rolf
must...rescue him and take him away. You must see to it!"

Hilda giggled youthfully. "Silas will have begun the process. I'll need to
buzz home briefly without Rex knowing. I just need to finalize our spell
work upon poor old Rolf. And Collin, well...he'll be none the wiser and be
out of my hair so very soon!"

Barbara moved over to Hilda, her long fingers undoing the belt round
Hilda's girth. The terrycloth robe parted and Hilda moaned deeply. Hilda's
fleshy figure was rosy red, the full flush of arousal.

"The Seduction Star is still working. You look even more aroused than
yesterday. Imagine!"  Barbara crooned as she reached over and gently
massaged one of Hilda's bulbously fashioned breasts; the plump nipple stood
hard, round and felt like a warm marble in her fingertips. Her hand moved
lower, crossing over her pot-like belly and then down into her moist nest.

"Mmmm, I am still so juicy. Rex has cum three, no, four times since he
arrived yesterday...all deep inside me!" Hilda gasped with her dark eyes
rolling with delight as Barbara used her long finger and probed ever
upward.

The sound of her fingers withdrawing from Hilda's depths was like a soft,
wet kiss. Barbara moved the fingers to her open mouth and tasted the
moistness. Her tongue sensed Rex, Hilda and the strong tang of the
Seduction Star as it slowly dissolved.  "Very tasty, and very much what we
knew would happen!"

Hilda rocked backward slightly on her chubby bare feet as she
responded. "True, but a marvellous event none the less! Rex is sound asleep
after hours of passion. I hope he sleeps now for a few hours, I must get
home...just for a bit before he wakes."

"Have no fear, my sister in magic. I shall keep him occupied and he'll
never know you have gone to take care of some very sensitive business. You
both are so special to me...more now sideways toward the large, still
unmade bed.

Barbara gently shoved Hilda backward onto the mattress; her legs
splayed...pussy wide, ready!

Kneeling gingerly on the carpet and positioned between the large flabby
legs before her, Barbara pulled the pouty, fully engorged pink vaginal lips
apart. The moist cavern before her covered in sweet smelling
man-cum...Rex's precious juices!

Hilda gazed up at the ceiling as she felt Barbara spreading her lower lips;
she could feel her warm breath as it wafted over her ejaculate moistened
depths.

Barbara looked passionately toward the gaping cunt before her. She could
taste it even before her tongue moved forward like a serpent attacking its
prey. The scent of sex and lust overwhelmed the aged MILF witch and her
mind swam, version blurred and craven lust took control...and of course,
the dark magic!

It took moments before Hilda was reeling and moaning from multiple,
shattering orgasms. The taste of Hilda's orgasmic bliss filled her dear
sister in magic's mouth and warmed her very core with a fiery blaze that
burned her own clit as if alight.

Barbara rose up.

"Dress, go and see to helpless Rolf. I shall take good care of Rex until
you return. Have no fear dear sister. We shall win this battle for control
of Rex's very soul!"

Hilda moved up, her body still tingling and damp with sweat. She knew she
must make Rolf her slave now and use him as a tool in getting her way
before anything could possibly go wrong...mainly Collin. He needed dealing
with and fast!

The heavy-set witch MILF was on her way before Barbara even finished off
her now cold cup of tea.




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The room was dark as Barbara pushed in. She moved to the curtained windows
and drew back the heavy draperies to reveal a very tousled yet vibrantly
sexy Rex lying nude and only just barely covered in the tangled sheets of
the large bed. The ginger-grey haired hunk stirred as the sunlight streamed
in.

"What...mmmm...Hilda? Hilda!" Rex's green eyes fluttered open and he moved
to sit up.

"Sweet Rex. Hilda had to rush off to do a few things today before your
evening together.  You were sound asleep and she did not want to wake
you. You are being looked after by me for today. Hilda insisted on it! I'll
make sure you want for nothing!" Barbara breathed sweetly.

The old MILF witch was dressed in a long, sensuously tight black dress that
made her look thin and tall. Her still perky breasts were framed in the
silken fabric and Rex could see her nipples almost perfectly. The older
woman appealed to him even though the "Craving Spell" was attracting him
completely to Hilda. Rex was and always would be a sexual dynamo. Magic or
no magic...he was a sex mad stud when it came right down to it.

"Well, if Hilda insisted on it....I'll not argue. I feel very groggy. You
probably heard the fun we had last night, over and over and over! I
feel....milked!" Rex said stretching his big arms and then lazily rubbing
at his eyes. The sheet moved aside, his uncut tool loomed large and pre-cum
oozed out onto his ginger furry tummy; Barbara took note and winked
playfully.

"You are going to have a wonderful day, Rex Davenport!" You won't even miss
Hilda.  Toss on some clothing. I have a bit of a brunch laid out down in
the small dining area. Another couple, Boris and Nellie, they are so eager
to meet you. You'll see this is no ordinary inn, I run a very unique
place...you'll be so surprised by the level of service here!" Barbara said
as she sashayed off to the doorway and vanished.

Rex was horny and his head felt all befuddled. He thought fleetingly of
Collin and wondered if he was ok. That thought nearly snapped him out of
his sexual reverie but the air of the bedroom seemed almost scented with
sex...the smell of Hilda's pussy perfumed the room and made him stroke
playfully at his man-tool. His fingers encountered sticky juices and he
laughed heartily. Collin quickly vanished from his thoughts completely.

The room had a small bathroom attached and Rex did a quick sink wash using
a wet flannel all over his warm, sticky body. He towelled off and moved
around the room gathering his strewn clothing, clothing that was sweaty but
all he had. He pulled up a sock from the floor, sniffed it and found his
cock bobbing up like a trained dog. The smell of his feet always turned him
on. The ranker, the better! He put on the dark socks, his moist underwear,
his trousers and dress shirt. No need for a suit coat he thought as he
pushed his feet into his loafers and made his way downstairs.

Nellie and Boris sat at the small dining table. They were dressed casually
yet handsomely.  Nellie had on a form fitting floral dress and black heels
with smoky coloured tights and Boris had on a white knit sweater and dark
trousers with brown leather lace-up shoes...Rex took it all in...even the
argyle socks on Boris's feet. The couple looked older than he, but not by
much.  The grey haired couple looked fit and the inviting smiles on their
faces made Rex feel more than welcome to sit by them and tuck into
Barbara's brunch goodies.

The round table with its ivory satin table cloth was the scene for the next
hour as the older couple ate, sipped coffee and enjoyed Rex Davenport's
charming style and handsome looks.  Rex ate the lovely food and just
enjoyed being admired by these two fascinating strangers.

Barbara kept dipping in and out of the room and giving both Boris and
Nellie encouraging if not suggestive looks between coffee cup refills. Rex
could not help but see and tried to just play along...he recalled that
Hilda had left Barbara in charge of his daylight entertainment and he was
not going to quibble.  The couple was flirting with him; he knew it and
loved it. He felt twinges of guilt about Hilda since they seemed to be
closer now than ever but...but they were here and she was not. She had left
Barbara in charge and this couple was part of Barbara's plan...and what a
great plan!

"We have all day free...what are we to do?" Nellie playfully said as she
surveyed the finished meal and gazed at Rex with her big, soft blue
eyes. Her gentle facial wrinkles only made her more appealing to Rex as he
looked from husband to wife.

"Mistress Barbara, I mean Barbara said you were all alone today, too. After
such a night of passion, you must feel too drained to enjoy anything?"
Boris said as his hand gently rubbed along Rex's kneecap under the table.

Rex rested his "in need of a shave" chin on both his folded hands as his
arms rested upon the table and smiled broadly at the pair. "I have a vast
capacity for passion my dear Boris and Nellie, VAST!" Rex said in his most
debonair tone.

Nellie slid free of her high heels and let her nylon clad feet rub along
Rex's leather loafers as she simpered, "Really? I heard you clearly last
night. Ramming away like a jack hammer...not tired? Amazing and
wonderfully...arousing. Boris...what a true stud we have here!"

Boris nodded his small head up and down, his eyes locked into Rex's. The
kneecap rubbing moved to a tender thigh massage. Rex felt his cock
straining inside his underwear. This was a great way to wait for Hilda he
mused to himself with a huge grin.

Barbara appeared in the doorway of the dining area and said encouragingly,
"The sun room in the rear of the downstairs is so inviting this time of day
and all yours. Totally private, comfy couch, plush carpet...so inviting!"

Nellie rose up, slipped her shoes back on and raised her hand out towards
Rex. "Let's go, I want to be more comfortable and I bet you do, too!"

Rex grasped her hand in his larger one and stood up, she was so short
compared to him; Boris stood and he was not much taller. The two were so
cute, fit and sexy in Rex's eyes and he moved along with them into the sun
room...the glass door shut behind them. Barbara would be nearby and able to
watch the proceedings easily from back hallway near the kitchen.

The three guests in the sun room were not bothered who saw them...they just
moved into the warm space and looked at each other, slowly and with lustful
intent. The day was all theirs!

The older couple moved to the large wicker couch against the wall of the
plant festooned nook and sat upon the ample cushions.


Why don't you sit over here?" Boris asked, motioning to the spot between
him and his wife.  Rex walked over to the couple and plopped down between
them. He was pretty thin and they did not leave much room for him to
squeeze in.

 As Rex sat down, Boris's hand rested on his right thigh. It was delicate,
yet forceful. Nellie leaned over and started kissing Rex's neck. Things
were escalating very quickly in the warm sunny space.

Boris's hand moved up Rex's muscular thigh and his uncut cock started to
react. It was growing more erect with each passing moment. Rex closed his
eyes as Boris's hand got very close to his cock. He felt Nellie's tongue
massaging his neck as Boris reached his intended target. His hand traced
the outline of his now fully erect member. Rex's hips started to shift in
pleasure as his nimble hand stroked.

Suddenly, Rex felt his mouth press against his, the little whiskers he had
missed in his morning shave brushed his face. Rex opened his mouth and let
his tongue in. His mouth tasted like the lovely coffee they recently
enjoyed. He moaned a bit as Rex's tongue struck back, massaging the other
into submission.

His hand moved up and quickly undid Rex's belt. His fingers moved swiftly
to pull down his trousers to his knees, and then the tight maroon underwear
came next. His cock sprung free, and for a moment, he realized he was naked
in front of these HOT strangers. He opened his eyes and saw both of them
staring at his lovely uncut cock, the foreskin just ebbing away from the
round juicy knob. They both dove in like hungry sharks attacking a prey. He
felt both mouths slop over his cock. He felt two tongues dance all over the
shaft and furry balls. Boris's stray whiskers tickled his nut-sack as he
worked them with his mouth. Nellie savoured the flavour of the pinkish red
bulbous head that popped free from of the ample foreskin casing.

Nellie not only enjoyed the head of Rex's tool but used her hands to pull
off his loafers and yank his underwear and trousers free of his body. She
tossed them all aside and never missed a beat enjoying his juicy cock!

Rex couldn't believe it; he had never had two people so enthusiastic to
pleasure him orally. They moaned and grunted as they washed his groin with
their wet, hungry mouths. Boris lifted his ball-sack up and started licking
the area all the way down to the ass hole. Rex jumped as his strong tongue
washed the tight rosebud over and over.

Nellie was balls deep swallowing the whole cock as her husband pleasured
Rex's moist hole. His two hands then lifted one leg up, giving him more
access to lick and enjoy Rex. Rex was losing himself in the pleasure; he
barely noticed an orgasm come on. It was like dynamite exploding
uncontrollably. Thick semen pumped into Nellie's gulping mouth. Boris
licked more vigorously as the orgasm exploded. She took in pump after pump
of hot, sticky Rex man-seed.

Rex blacked out for a second and when he came to; he saw the two of them
kissing. He could see his jizz dancing between their tongues as they kissed
in front of his trembling body. They moaned as their semen covered tongues
fought back and forth, little drips of cum falling from their mouths. They
finished, wiping up any cum on their mouths and swallowing the delicious
seed. They smiled at Rex and pounced on his body. Their hands started
rubbing up and down his sweaty body, removing his shirt and each eagerly
taking a foot and stripping it free of its moist sock. Pretty soon he sat
completely naked.

Nellie and Boris lay at his feet, still dressed and each lightly nibbling
at his succulent pink bare toes.

"You're so cute!" Nellie giggled. Her fingers tracing up his strong
calf. Boris was smiling as he stood and slowly removed his clothes. His
body was thin and wiry. He had a bit of greyish body hair that gently
covered his body.  Nellie leaned over and took her husband's cock in her
mouth. Boris became fully erect; his cock was skinnier than Rex's and
shorter. She took the whole thing in her mouth. She was sucking him while
he started to play with Rex's balls again. Rex was still worn down from the
orgasm, but the excitement of the situation put him right back into the
game. Boris's busy fingers massaged all round Rex's growing manhood and
worked back to his moist ass hole. Rex was really getting into it again. He
lifted both his legs up to allow him better access to delve deep into his
hole.

Boris's fingers still worked dutifully and his mouth fed at Rex's wide open
ass while Nellie let Boris's manhood go and she started to kiss at Rex's
furry balls.

Nellie soon started to pull her clothes off as she moved lower to service
Rex's anus alongside her dear hubby who seemed more than happy to carry on
indefinitely. Her breasts looked so sexy on her skinny frame. She took one
of her perky nipples and started teasing Rex's wet rosebud with it. Her
erect nipple sent waves of pleasure through Rex as he waved his feet high
above the heads of his two playmates that knelt on the carpet just below
him.

Barbara watched through the glass door and smiled. Rex was so perfect and
Hilda, well...she'd just have to share him with her and that was that. The
"Craving Spell" obviously had some merit but Rex's ultra potent sexuality
could not be contained completely by any one person, with magic or without!
Rex was a player! And Barbara had many ideas on how to play.


Barbara moved to the door and pushed it open.

Rex looked up sheepishly. His ass wide and two grey heads bobbed between
his muscular ass cheeks. The sight was mouth-watering to the old MILF
witch.

"Shall we move to my room? I have things to play with and a huge bed to
frolic on. I think it's time I joined the festivities." Barbara moved her
hand up and beckoned, her long black dress shimmered as she moved to the
front hall to ascend the stairs to her domain of pleasure.

The subservient mature couple licked Rex's tasty ass bud once more each and
moved to follow, hand in hand...following Mistress Barbara to enjoy
whatever awaited them.

Rex lowered his now tired legs and gingerly padded on his moist feet;
trailing after his new found friends....eager to not miss a beat! He
wondered if anyone might enter the foyer to the inn but soon realised that
the front door was bolted and a CLOSED sign hung in the upper window of the
large front door...much to Rex's relief. His uncut cock surged upward as he
followed the skinny elder asses of Nellie and Boris up, step by step until
they reached the top floor and moved into Barbara's ornate boudoir.

The room's curtains were drawn and candles were lit in various holders on
the numerous surfaces of the somewhat cluttered bedroom. Barbara pushed the
door closed; clicking the small lock just in case, as Rex gingerly moved in
and stood side by side with his elder mates.

The three nudes stood in the centre of the room just by the large bed
strewn with a variety of colourful bed coverings.  The cocks of both Rex
and Boris bobbed delightfully in front of Barbara's eyes and her mouth
salivated like a hungry wolf.

Nellie stood in the centre of the male bookends and smiled an invitation at
her Mistress. The slight parting of her pussy, her moist labia...all
saying... "Come, taste, enjoy!"

Barbara decisively moved forward, her mind racing and her lust inwardly
throbbing like a native drum. Rex's eyes met hers. The day was SO far from
over!




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Meanwhile, at Hilda's quiet abode just a few houses from Rex's, a training
session was about to take place.

Silas stood above a seated Rolf. The house was fully curtained and lit only
by dim lamplight.  The handsome Nordic bear sat, his clothing dishevelled
and body battered, at the kitchen table. His head throbbed and a large
goose-egg stood out prominently from where Silas had clobbered him.

"What happened to me? Why did I wake up in the basement in that cell?
What's happening? You better tell me!" Rolf said as he rubbed his aching
skull.

Dark, cat-like Silas spoke rationally. "You came here last night roaring
like a loony lion, you threatened me...I hit you and kept you shut in the
basement room for your own safety. I knew when Hilda came home, all would
be clearer. I could have phoned the police but I knew you would not want
that. Hilda is upstairs now. She came in before I brought you up here. Now
drink that tea and eat that scrambled egg!"

Rolf sat and ate hungrily. He knew that something was very wrong and what
about Collin?  But yet, he felt attracted to this place...to the place
where Hilda was. She was strange, powerful and dangerous and yet Rolf knew
he needed to be there. The injury and his muddled mind where all
inconsequential now...talking to Hilda, that was important!

The pounding came upon them suddenly; Hilda was summoning them by stomping
with her foot on the floor above.

Rolf rose up on his shoe clad feet and wobbled; Silas grabbed him by the
arm and moved up the stairs to Hilda. Silas, truly thin, ultra wiry and
incredibly strong...Rolf would not stand a chance at escape, not in his
state. Rolf gave no resistance, he knew he must see Hilda and understand
fully what hold she had on him.

Hilda had entered the house an hour earlier and flew into preparations in
her back room upstairs...making it ready to convert Rolf fully to her
team...Team Hilda!

Rolf entered the darkened space and only saw a large wooden table in the
room; the table lay bare with all the clutter from it pushed onto the floor
in the corner. Hilda stood, MILF like and dressed in her usual way. Her
flowing tent of a dress swathed round her large body, the dark muted
colours barely discernible in the dim lighting. Her dark silver grey hair
was piled high and pinned back away from her round face. A face that shown
with glee, her dark eyes alight with fire and rage.

Rolf wobbled further in and Silas held him tight in his grasp.

"You are partly mine, Rolf, you realise it. I have almost made you all
mine, my special little weapon in the war for Rex...a war I will
win. Collin must be dealt with in order for me to have Rex all to myself
and you will help me. Is that clear?" Hilda said in a thread-like voice.

"You do have power. I have no idea why but you do! And you have done
something to me and Rex...you control us. I have tried to fight, but last
night as I dreamed in that basement room, that cell...I felt comforted
knowing you were coming...coming to see me. Why? Why don't I fight you?"
Rolf sobbed as he fell to his knees before Hilda's vast chubby form.

"I have begun a "Craving Spell" of sorts on you but after today, you'll not
crave me....just obey me! All my wishes, you'll do as I say...no arguments
or else!" Hilda cackled as she ruffled the large lump upon Rolf's tender
head.

"Silas, will do more than clunk you if you fail. Trust me, he wanted to
deal with you last night...but we need you!" Hilda finished.

Hilda suddenly pushed Rolf onto his face and he lay on a rectangular
oriental carpet just in front of the table...he strained to get up, his
aching head throbbed.

Before he could rise, his two tormentors quickly rolled him up in the old
rug on which he was laying. He found himself face down, rolled up in a
scratchy rug with only his head and feet exposed. His arms were pressed
tightly to his sides he could barely move his fingers. He was trapped!

Rolf felt himself being lifted by Hilda and Silas. He swiftly moved up to
the large work table directly under a dim light bulb. Hilda seemed much
stronger than he would have guessed. Strong rope was next wrapped around
the rug to ensure that he would not wiggle free. Rolf's mind furiously
tried to figure a way out of this mess...what was Hilda up to he wondered
privately.  Rolf strained his head and gasped as he looked right into
Hilda's malicious eyes.

"I see you lost one of your shoes just now in the little scuffle, Rolf. I
think the other one should be removed for the sake of symmetry." Hilda
chuckled.

 Silas nimbly unlaced the other shoe, leaving both feet clad only in tan
silk socks.  Rolf flexed his toes nervously. He mentally prepared himself
for fire, knives, or something equally gruesome. What was he to do?

Silas looked to Hilda who nodded vigorously and then began stroking Rolf's
moist socked foot using his fingertips to slide over the golden tan
silk. Rolf's foot jerked at the first touch, but then he acclimated himself
to the strange feelings.

"See, Rolf, how pleasurable this can be? But perhaps such gentle stroking
is too bland for a man of your experience. You might prefer more of a
scratching motion!" Hilda queried as she stood beside Silas.

 With that, Silas began using his long fingernails to scratch the bottom of
the Nordic bear's foot. Again, Rolf involuntarily moved his feet to try to
get away from the relentless fingers. This time he could not make himself
stop, no matter how hard he tried. He felt horrible laughter welling up
inside and bit hard on his lip to quell it.

"Rolf, you are not ticklish...are you? Imagine, a big fellow like you as
ticklish as a schoolboy?" Hilda said with her large chubby face looming
over her victim.

"No! Stop it! I'm not...leave my bloody feet alone, you evil witch!" Rolf
roared.

"Such ingratitude! I am treating you to an ancient dark magical experience
and I am rewarded with your temper." Hilda chided.  Silas next dug his
fingers into the crevice at the base of Rolf's toes and wiggled them.
"Ahhhaa! Oh! No! I mean, OOOOH! S-stop it!" Rolf pleaded.

But Silas only increased the pressure, running his fingers up and down the
desperately wriggling feet. Rolf tried to keep quiet and still, but the
insidious stroking was maddening. He broke out in regular bursts of
laughter followed by increasingly shorter periods of self control. His
heart went into his mouth when Silas began removing his now very moist
socks. He curled his toes frantically to try to keep them on.

Hilda stood tall. "Rolf, you see this method I am using with dear Silas's
help will drive you slowly, but surely insane...mad as a hatter! And with
the remnants of my "Craving Spell" still at work in you...well, let's just
say in an hour or so...you'll be begging me for orders. And I have plenty
of orders for you, my dear Rolf....PLENTY!"

Rolf's bare feet now stuck out of the old rug, pink and vulnerable. The
feet were masculine, rather large and well formed with strong, even toes
and a high arch. The soles were clean looking with smooth, creamy flesh
tinged with pink at the toes, balls, and heels. The instep was meaty and
the tops had strong tendons leading up the lightly haired toes to the
trimmed and shiny nails.

Rolf inexplicably blushed as these two devils stared at his feet. He felt
naked without his shoes and socks. The idea of being completely dressed
except for his feet made him feel weak as a kitten. Hilda had the upper
hand and his strange attraction to her made it all so sickening. He closed
his mind, he wanted to scream. BUT no one could save him...no one!

Hilda raised her hand high, she held a long slender black feather. The
sight made Rolf very afraid.

"This feather will feel so soothing, Rolf. Imagine how it will fee on the
bottoms of your feet and between your little toes. You will not be able to
scrunch up your toes to prevent this from taking full advantage of
you. These smooth soles will SO enjoy the feather. Feel how soft it is."
Hilda said as she moved down and stroked Rolf's sweating face with the
feather, causing him to squirm.

His whole body shuddered when the tip of the feather invaded his ear. Hilda
now moved down to the feet, pushing Silas aside and started stroking the
stretched-out soles. Rolf lurched and tried to move his toes away. The
rolled carpet prevented any movement and only increased the torment as she
now rubbed between his toes. The feather on his bare feet was driving him
crazy. He felt more helpless than he had ever imagined possible. Still, he
could not betray give in...what about Collin and Rex? So many people could
be hurt...yet Hilda was...in charge and he could not fight anymore. He was
losing his willpower second by second. She was winning.

His head throbbed and his heart raced. He was seeing bright lights before
his eyes now...his breath was gasping. He was laughing like a loon, and
then he was sobbing for mercy. He wanted to end it...he shouted. He
yelled. Hilda laughed brutally.

Rolf was near passing out. He was giddy, elated...and strangely aroused.
Hands undid the carpet prison and he was freed. He lay on the table panting
and smiling, giggles kept issuing forth from him uncontrollably. He was
going crazy...he knew it!

The rest of events played out before his eyes like a surreal movie. He was
led by Hilda into her dark bedroom, Silas followed.

The pair stripped him roughly of all clothing, he did not resist. His cock
ragged...why? He laughed about that. Why the fuck was he aroused? He didn't
care...he just wanted to sleep or dance. He felt his energy rise and fall
like the tide.

Soon he was lying back on the big bed, Silas still fully dressed lay
between his legs...sucking.

His cock was raging hard and deep in Silas's mouth. It felt good....no,
GREAT! He felt like he was on fire...he bare feet tingled from over
stimulation and now his cock was fully electrified with sensations. Silas
gave amazing head he mused delightfully to himself.

Silas bobbed up and down....devouring Rolf's manhood. Hilda appeared
now...her body naked. Was he repulsed? Not really...he knew that chubby
nude body...vaguely.  They had....been together before...and yes...he was
gay, yet...he wanted her, too!

Silas moved aside and Hilda sat on his rigid cock...her body consumed
it. He felt like a steel rod deep in her flesh pot. She straddled him with
her fat legs and moved up and down...milking him for his essence. He did
not care; in fact...he enjoyed it! Her cunt squeezed his cock like a vice
grip and it massaged his full length...over and over.

Silas's slick shiny black haired head now moved in between his cock-rod and
his Mistress's puffy moist labia, his serpent-like tongue lapped at his
charging man-tool and he closed his eyes....bliss! Silas managed to strike
his tongue just so as Rolf slid up and in, time and time again. He also
struck tongue blows against Hilda's clit....she moaned and said words as
she moved up and down...Rolf could not make them out. An incantation
perhaps...who knew? Who cared!

The more Hilda fucked him, the more he wanted to be hers...all hers!
"Rolf, you like this? You were gay and now you're mine...you'll do all I
ask...All!" Hilda incanted as she milked him with her skilled pussy. Her
rhythm was unshakable as she worked.

"Yes, yes...OOOOOOOHHHH! Yes!" Rolf gasped as lustful pleasures and
delights blinded his common sense and willpower.

His forced orgasm shot into Hilda deeply, unrelenting and supremely
primal...he lay spent.

Hilda moved off, Rolf felt his semi-hard cock slurp out of her wet cunt.
His eyes wanted to close...he saw Hilda with a bowl, brass in colour. It
looked vaguely sacrificial. His eyes wanted to close, they were so heavy.

Silas stood by the foot of the bed with nude Hilda by him, she held the
bowl up...Silas dropped one of Rolf's tan sweaty socks into it. He saw
that! His eyes saw that! And now...was this real? Rolf shook his head. He
lay watching and could not believe his eyes.

Hilda had the bowl in front of her cunt...labia splayed open...was she
pissing on his sock? Was she filling the bowl with piss? NO...she was
forcing her inner juices out. His cum, her moistness...mixed and oozing
out, out and into the bowl...drip by drip.

More words, foreign and strange...his eyes wanted to close again. He forced
himself not sleep but he hurt...all over. Fire....she lit fire to the
bowl. The smoke filled the room and Silas and his Mistress moved like
shadows dancing with the flaming bowl held high. The words sounded
mischievous and evil to Rolf. And then...he heard his name...Hilda said
ROLF, ROLF...Over and over!

The fire sputtered and the acrid smell of burnt sock material filled his
nostrils. His mind cleared...like an eraser wiping the chalk board
clean. His mind centred on...HILDA!

"Hilda, Hildaaaaa!" Rolf called as if by remote control. His will vanished.
"My sweet Rolf, you are mine now. The "Craving Spell" has been enacted on
you, too! The last act you just witnessed sealed your fate, you are mine to
control!"  Hilda said in a flat tone as Silas moved away, taking the bowl
with him.

Hilda moved her nude body to Rolf's side as he lay, gaping at her, waiting
for orders.

"You must go now and take Collin to your home. Pack up his belongings and
move him to your home. Tell him...tell him Rex and Hilda are now a couple
and he will be in the way of their happiness. He must go or Uncle Rex will
be very angry, you know all this because you met with Rex today. You tell
Collin he has no choice, it's your house or back to his old home. He has no
choices...you are his new lover. You are then to make love to him,
passionately and completely. You are to consume him and make him feel you
love him and want him. If he resists you, do what you must!  You want me,
dear Rolf but I have Rex and you...YOU WANT COLLIN!" Hilda said all this in
a very slow, careful tone. Rolf heard and knew he must please her...his
sweet Hilda!

"Yes, my Mistress....YES! For you, I shall do as you say." And with that
Rolf stood shakily and began to redress himself minus one tan sock.

"Before you go, tell me anything and EVERYTHING I need to know about Rex or
Collin!" Hilda breathed as Rolf turned to face the nude MILF on the bed.
"Well, Collin has been spying on his uncle using his computer and a spycam
in his uncle's bookcase in the master bedroom. He's got lots of....stuff on
his computer...his uncle and others...You, too! Very dangerous, Mistress!"
Rolf said looking intently into Hilda's dark fiery eyes.

"Silas will sort out that, as a matter of fact, he'll go with you today as
a pair of extra hands or fists!  DO NOT let Collin take his computer. You
have him take all his other junk BUT leave the computer and spycam...I'll
deal with those. Now, get Collin out of his uncle's house by tonight. I
need that place all to myself...just me, Silas and Rex. A perfect
gathering!" Hilda said as she stroked absentmindedly at her large right
breast.

A bottle of Hilda's special "magical" wine soon found its way out of a
cupboard and into Rolf's shaky hands.




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The "new" Rolf unlocked the door to Rex's house, cat-like Silas stepped
lightly behind him. Luckily Rolf had pocked the spare key last night before
his visit to Hilda's home. He carried a small bottle of Hilda's special
wine, brewed with dark magical herbs. A parting gift from Hilda as he left
just moments before as he and Silas moved down the quiet street.

His slightly demonic red eyes almost glowed with evil intent as his
bear-like form mounted the stairs and located Collin's quiet little
bedroom. Silas stayed behind in the living room, waiting for his cue.

The room was dark and the curtains still unopened even though the day was
bright. Collin lay in a stupor of exhaustion and complete break-down. The
voice of Rolf made him jump.

"Collin....my sweet man....here, sit up and take a sip of this lovely
wine....I know you feel down....this will help...LOTS!"  Rolf said in a
tone that almost seemed like a command as he removed the small cork top.

Collin had always trusted Rolf and burst out, "Where have you been? I
thought you were hurt or worse. Help me!"

Collin was so sleepy and not really aware of much as Rolf brought the small
bottle to his lips.  "Drink this....Hilda gave it to us...I am here to
"nurse" you!"

Collin, totally naked under the sheet, sat up and took a small sip.

"Hilda? The BITCH! I should have guessed...she's got to you...you're under
her spell, too!" Collin simpered.

In his depressed state, he would take any help offered. He had no other
ideas left. He sipped more wine as Rolf knelt on the bed above him, holding
the bottle and watching eagerly.

The wine went down like magic....smooth...sweet....odd tasting....but nice.

Collin drank the entire contents as Rolf tipped it up for him....Rolf knew
getting every drop was crucial to Hilda's plan.

Rolf watched as the "tainted" wine made Collin feel woozy.

Rolf clicked on the bedside light. Collin, through blurry eyes, saw bizarre
Rolf's red pupils and nearly screamed. Rolf reached over and took the empty
bottle away.

Collin's breathing increased and he wanted to run....Rolf looked like.....a
devil!

Rolf's strong fingers grabbed the sheet and ripped it from Collin's
shaking, naked body. Rolf laughed deeply. The light clicked out.

Collin was completely numb as he felt Rolf move upon him, grabbing,
kissing....squeezing.

His now rather evil voice crooned.  "Collin...listen to me.....obey....ME!
You are mine now....ALL MINE!  Forget your Uncle Rex.....listen only to me!
You are moving in with me....you are my lover....and you obey me!"

Collin felt his will drain away....he felt weak and under a strange
influence.  "Yes, Rolf.....you are my lover.....my LOVE!"

Collin felt the words leave his lips and he actually began to believe
it....fully!

Collin felt a sudden rush of sexual energy fill him and he gazed into the
glowing eyes of his boss, his new lover! Collin's cock grew rigid between
them and it felt so good!

Rolf shed his clothing and joined Collin in the small bed...and let his
tongue fully explore his new lover's open mouth. Collin enjoyed the
warmth....the sensations....he gave in....and Rolf conquered this new
territory with ease.

Collin moved down and swallowed Rolf's thick, uncut cock, tasting his warm
pre-cum and wanting his new lover in all ways possible.

The "new" Rolf took full advantage and put Collin through his paces. The
demonic force inside had much sexual stamina and Collin found Rolf very
passionate indeed....more like a ravenous, randy stranger, fully
potent...not all like the Rolf of the day before!

Silas, having moved upstairs, now hovered silently outside the small
bedroom and took in the delicious sounds of passionate lovemaking.

Collin and Rolf....fully under Hilda's magic....each had a rapturous orgasm
before Collin was instructed to pack all his clothes into three huge
suitcases. Silas stepped in, looking gleeful. Collin was at first afraid
and then....he didn't care.

Naked Collin stood and moved to begin to take his computer from its resting
place and Silas grabbed his thin arm, Silas's strong grip hurt him.  "Don't
touch that. Mistress Hilda has need of it!"

"Sweet Love, I'll buy you a new one...tomorrow. I want you completely happy
in your new home with me!" Rolf added as his nude form strained up off the
bed as he moved to locate his strewn clothing.

Silas ogled the pair. His sexual lust was always on fire. He moved over and
kissed bear-like Rolf seductively on the mouth, full on...tongues clashing.

Collin watched them, his mind pivoted from fear of Silas to a strange
attraction.

"I'll be visiting you two very soon, to check up on how you are getting
on...I'll make myself at home in every way!" Silas breathed, his dark thin
form moving around and caressing the now erect Rolf all over with his
claw-like hands.

"Come Rolf, dress and write a letter to Rex. Remember, make it very
convincing!" Silas hissed as he moved away towards the bedroom door.



************************

With Rolf lugging two suitcases and Collin ambling along with one, the pair
vanished down the street...Silas watched, smiled and shut Rex's living room
curtain again.

The hour had been well spent. Silas held Rolf's handwritten letter to Rex
in one hand and the spare key to the house in the other. He read the letter
again just to make sure Mistress Hilda would be pleased.


"Dear Rex,

Collin is gone. He is with me. You need to be with Hilda, we both know
it. Collin agrees and does not want to stand in your way. We shall be happy
working together in my shop and living in my home. I love Collin, he's so
precious.  Enjoy your freedom. Enjoy Hilda!

Love, Rolf"


Silas grinned widely. This was perfect.

He began to clean the house, room by room as Hilda had ordered. Collin's
old room would now be his; at least Hilda felt it should be. Rex needed a
keeper until she and Rex married...Hilda had it all worked it! Silas
laughed to himself, she was a real powerhouse and got what she wanted. He
liked that...a lot!

Rex's master bedroom, even the disused small attached bathroom next to the
wardrobe...more like a little box room, soon shined and he had made the
footed bath tub ready for use again. Silas was thorough, Hilda insisted on
that!

Collin's room was next and soon tidy; the computer was all that
remained. The room looked almost as if nephew Collin never existed.

Silas sat down and booted up the computer, no passwords...straight
on. Collin was such a twit! Silas giggled to himself.

The hard-drive was not huge and soon Silas found a file, a file of movie
clips...The Uncle Rex surveillance files practically since Collin had moved
in. Silas moved the mouse and clicked the first movie open. Dim, not overly
clear...but obviously Rex's bedroom and Rex...Silas watched hungrily. This
was fun!

Silas's mobile phone buzzed in his trouser pocket, he fumbled and answered
quickly.

"Mistress, hello!"

Silas listened intently as Hilda praised his work; she had seen the pair
leave an hour or so ago and told him to completely move into Collin's old
room while she finished her weekend with Rex at the inn. They would be home
soon, Sunday night and all would be well. Silas agreed and assured Mistress
Hilda he would gather his belongings from his other accommodation and make
the switch ASAP.

Silas also reassured Hilda that the computer and all the files was now
theirs.

"Wonderful! Look through it, keep it all. I want to see what Rex has been
up to. Collin was a little creep but this was a handy little upside to his
foul brief stay here at his uncle's house!" Hilda barked forcefully as she
moved to lock the front door of her house and return as quickly as she
could to the inn and her darling REX!

Silas once more gazed at the image of Rex on the screen. He reached down
for his thin, long cock...his foreskin tight from phimosis. He played with
himself through his trouser material.  Rex made his cock hard and very wet.
He knew he must fetch his belongings and make the move BUT Rex was so
inviting.  Even as a flickering image...he had strong appeal to
Silas. Living here now was a gift, a dream come true!




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Hilda arrived as the afternoon was drawing to a close and the Mayfair House
Bed and Breakfast stood silent before here. She moved up the front steps
and tried the handle of the ornate front door only to find it locked and a
sign in the small door glass announcing simply, "Closed".

The out of breath MILF shuttered. Why was it locked? Her mind raced. What
had Barbara done to Rex?

The round bodied witch moved like lightening down the side alley and out to
the rear of the building. The whole place looked too quiet to Hilda. She
stood in her silken black kimono style dress and placed her hands to her
ample hips in frustration. What to do? Her mind was a blank.

She noted the curved rear section of the lower floor that contained the sun
room; her eyes fixed upon a slightly raised window sash...only an
inch...but unlocked! She knew she could manage to enter there. It was only
about two feet off the ground.

She wiggled through a hedge, scratching her arms dreadfully.  A quick
upward thrust brought the sash skyward and a mighty boost from her squat
legs moved her heavy form inward...thump! Hilda hit the carpet sun room
floor. She was in, bruised and scratched but in!

The inn was so quiet. The sun room startled Hilda almost immediately. She
saw clothing strewn here, there...everywhere! Men's and women's articles of
apparel all over the place...sadly, she almost cried out as she saw Rex's
clothing from yesterday among the discarded items. Hilda moved over and
plucked up one long dark gold-toed sock from the edge of the carpet. She
held it tightly to her nose and breathed in the scent, the scent of
Rex. His manly warm leathery scent pervaded the soft silky fabric and
tugged at Hilda's heartstrings.

Where was Rex? Why was he nude? And who was with him? Hilda's mind now
flamed with fury and question after question emerged like neon lights
before her mind's eye.

Without a further thought, Hilda charged up the main stairway...she saw
room after room...empty. She knew Rex would be in Barbara's chamber...her
once dearest friend and now...hated rival!

The room at the top of the house was locked...Hilda tried the
handle. Locked tight!

Hilda stood, panting...and placed her ear against the old wooden door and
listened carefully and with mounting dread.

She heard voices...sounds...men...women....REX! She heard Rex!

Hilda slapped the door once, twice. "REX....come to me!  REX!"

The sounds inside grew quiet and then...  "Go away, Hilda. We're busy!"
Barbara's cackling voice crooned from within.

And then giggles, whispers and the sound of jolting bed springs.

Hilda collapsed down, her knees giving way as she fell. Her head lolled
against the door as she listened and tears rolled down her cheeks as she
sat on the carpet.

Hilda knew the spell was being modified by Barbara...she would have to
share Rex with the world! She was dear to him, yes...but not his one and
only! Not anymore!



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Rex, torn by hearing the pleading whimpers of his darling Hilda just
outside the door, moved backward step by step as Barbara walked slowly,
menacingly towards him. Her thin body draped in that alluring black dress
moving closer and closer. His naked body responding as if on cue, "The
Craving Spell" working still but becoming slightly muddled with Barbara's
strong magical forces; forces that were making Rex feel alive sexually to
any and all! A sexual paragon!


Nellie and Boris grabbed hold of Rex's strong arms and together all fell
back onto the large inviting bed. The jolting bed springs shrieking loudly
with the combined weight of the three nude figures. Barbara moved over them
and smiled. Her face lit only by candlelight. Pale and ghostlike she
hovered over her three willing players.

Rex's long uncut manhood lay rigid against his rusty red pubic bush and
pointed upward toward his glowing mature face. His thoughts of Hilda now
mixed with driving lusts for Barbara, Nellie and sexy old Boris. He wanted
them all!

Two nimble pairs of hands began to stroke his smooth face, then on to his
furry chest and down along his flat stomach. The impromptu massage only
fired Rex's passions and his cock oozed its traditional stream of pre-cum
forming a small pool just by his bellybutton. Nellie and Boris happily lay
alongside the stud and enjoyed pleasing him in every way.

Barbara watched and approved. The black dress dropped away and fully naked
she moved down between Rex's muscular legs which hung off the edge of the
large bed. Kneeling before his parted thighs she spoke softly, "You both
have enjoyed Rex downstairs and now, my loves, it's my turn!"

Nellie and Boris each lifted one of Rex's meaty legs upward, pulling his
knees toward his head. Rex's delightfully furry ass crack opened to the old
witch and she smiled broadly.

Diving face forward, she vanished between his shapely ass cheeks. The look
of sheer bliss quickly crossed over Rex's handsome face as the two elderly
leg bearers gazed on!


Rex's bare feet waggled above the bed and his toes flexed in spasms of
pleasure as Barbara showed Rex why she ruled the coven; her silver tongue
was not only good at oration...indeed!

Her tongue was a master of ALL oral arts!



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