Her Worship
By Montrose
With apologies to H. Rider Haggard and “She”

It is a marvelous age in which we live. Today we have robotic slaves that do our bidding 
on distant planets. People from all over the globe can organize themselves in a flash via 
email and the internet. And it has been a generation since man has set foot on Luna (she 
which some call the moon) using little more than slide rules and a slingshot. Yet even in 
this age there are vast expanses right here on the surface of Earth that have not been 
visited by man or his minions. There are secret places among the peaked mountains and 
deep crevices of this great orb, Mother Earth.

And now we are engaged in destroying her. The ozone is broken. The ice caps melt. Like 
a defiled virgin we have violated this dear Earth and she bleeds. I say this with regret, but 
I must admit that the journey I am about to relate to you could not have happened were it 
not for this very situation. In the summer of 2003 while most of the world concentrated 
on destroying the cradle of known civilization in modern-day Iraq, I and a small privately 
funded team of explorers took advantage of the depleted polar caps in order to explore a 
recently revealed mountain in the remote north. (A more in-depth description of the 
location I will not give in respect to Her Worship; more about her later.)

A great glacier left over from the ice age had recently split and fallen like a the gown of a 
bride to reveal a peak who’s steep slopes drop to a level meadow before dropping once 
more into frigged waters.

The soil here had been unmolested by man since the age of the mammoth, perhaps 
before, perhaps never. My benefactor was eager to have the first crack at it. His interests 
ran toward gold and oil. Mine run toward bones and artifacts. He needed my experience 
as an explorer and leader of men through dangerous terrain. I needed his money.

Our ship, the Kald Kvinne, was breaking ice at dusk when I first spotted the peak over 
the horizon. The distant sun gleamed from the point like a beacon fairly blinding me. I 
must admit that I (at this point) was not one to wax poetic. My scientific training had 
taught me to keep a level head. But even then I did gasp at the site. Events to come later 
would prove to break down my cold exterior entirely, much as the ice had left the 
mountain.

It was a good thing that land was in sight. Instruments had picked up a swiftly 
approaching storm. In moments the sky revealed a mass of black cloud rolling toward us. 
The rest of the crew was busy preparing the ship as I took a moment to admire our 
destination. If only the damn ice would get out of the way before the storm hit. 

My assistant, Jason, ran up and attempted to pull me below just as the first wave of the 
storm lashed across the ship. We two were washed over the side instantly. How Jason 
managed to pull me onto that block of ice I cannot say for I was struck on the back of the 
head so hard that I was lost to the world. As for the rest of our expedition and crew. I 
regret that they now rest out-of-reach at the bottom of the sea in our twisted husk of a 
ship.

When I came to the next dawn Jason was tugging at my thick parka, sliding me from the 
ice onto the firm rock at the base of the very peak I had been looking at the night before. 
We had drifted to solid ground.

Jason is a sturdy lad of 25 years. When I advertised for an assistant I anticipated hiring 
someone more my intellectual equal, but I found Jason’s light hearted charm to be a good 
antidote for my customary dull mood, even if he was a bit pedestrian in his intellect. His 
strength, determination, stamina and loyalty have proved very helpful during more than 
just this present predicament. I have known him to battle his way through overwhelming 
piles of thieves to secure me safe passage through a port town, leaving a trail of broken 
heads in his wake. He seemed to grow more exhilarated in a fight rather than weary. His 
only weakness was his eye for the ladies. Given two days leave he will break as many 
hearts as heads.

I myself had forsaken the fair sex for my studies long ago. True, there have always been 
sweet ladies that came to call on me and one or two have caught my eye. I can’t say that I 
encourage them, however. One comely lass ten years back said I had a quiet passion. I 
assured her my passion was for ancient languages and cultures, not damsels in the spring 
of life. Another more forward woman (in a Singapore port tavern) spent the better part of 
the evening running her hands on my leg (concentrating on the upper region) and 
describing her delight in my features and measure. I acknowledged her compliments as a 
gentleman should – and I admit I felt the heat from her (as she could tell from where she 
rubbed). But I discouraged her at every turn. I at least had to admire her ability to take 
rebuke and keep coming at me. Eventually I handed her over to Jason. He was fresh from 
the bed of another at the time but no doubt he satisfied her nature. 

But I digress.

There we lay at the feet of that violent rise of rock; a mountain as yet unnamed. Whether 
it was the knock on the head or the site, I grew dizzy looking up that slop from the 
ground. Jason, bless him, wasted no time with the peak but dragged me further onto the 
hard meadow at its base as waves splashed up and threatened to pull us both back into the 
cold sea. The waves tugged at me not unlike the paws of that pleasant Singapore wench 
of which I spoke.

On seeing my eyes roll about Jason exclaimed, “Christ! You’re alive! I thought I had lost 
you Dr. Haugen!” Jason refused to be so familiar as use my first name, Erik. “Though I 
can’t say I’ve done us any favors. At least the poor bastards on the Kald Kvinne had a 
quick end. How we’ll get along on this rock with few tools or provisions is another 
matter.” The Kald Kvinne and all her handsome crew… lost under the foaming waves 
and floating ice. It turned me colder than my damp clothing and the biting wind.

Already Jason, a survivor if ever I saw one, was grabbing up every twig and stick he 
could find. I saw no trees, but a shrub grew on those slops and the small plain at its base 
that had reasonably thick branches. Some of the shrubs on the plain had cedar-like 
needles. I crawled to the calm side of a clump of these shrubs to escape the wind. Jason 
was removing a shoelace and making a bow. With this and some dry bits of wood he 
fashioned a fire starting kit. As he did so I used my knife to shave some bark into a fluff. 
Within 15 minutes we had fire. We nearly roasted ourselves in it in our effort to get 
warm.

Jason had saved a particularly long strait stick and was busy carving a point on the end. 
“Fancy some breakfast Doctor?” he asked as he worked. I only smiled. Of course I was 
ravenous. 

“I’ll go find more wood.” I said as I tried to stand. But then it seemed as if the land 
rocked and down I went in a heap, almost falling into our fire. Jason reached over and 
steadied me. 

“Best sit still, Doctor. You took a nasty whack on the head.” My head pounded as if to 
explode. I nodded compliance and drifted off for a nap almost immediately.

When I awoke it was to the smell of burning fish. Jason was gingerly pulling a sizzling 
fillet of shark from the embers with a stick and scorched fingers. It was almost three feet 
long. No doubt this one had siblings who were feasting on our former comrades below 
the waves. Count on Jason to hunt, kill, and eat a killer in the wild. He was a survivor as I 
said.

Before we could touch it safely we were ripping at it like wolves. I had fish grease from 
ear to ear. Jason chuckled at me as he did the same with his half. So happy to have food 
was I that I chuckled back even in these grim surroundings. 

Once fed Jason gathered more brush and used our coats to make a lean-to. It helped keep 
the heat of the fire near and the wind at bay. With his energy and skill we could be 
counted on to live a few days, but then what? We had no radio and my benefactor had 
been understandably secretive regarding where we were going. Who in the world knew 
we were here?

A day passed. We ate more fish and quickly burned through all the wood within 
gathering distance. Jason had done some scouting and suggested we move to the south 
side of the mountain. There was wood, plus protection from some of the wind. And I was 
now recovered enough to walk. When we arrived Jason found a cave! Just the thing for 
escaping the cold! But how far back did it go? And was it inhabited?

Jason took a look as far as he dared. I could just make out his form in the shadows. “It 
keeps going back, Doctor, but I don’t see any…” His voice was cut short and in its place 
I heard a scuffle. I saw massive shapes descend upon him!

I took two steps but stopped in fear. “Jason!” I saw him come forward in the firm grip of 
two of the tallest young ladies I had until then seen in my life. All his manly struggles 
where as nothing to them. Normally it takes at least five stout men to get the best of 
Jason, but these two ladies, each a head taller than he and just as broad in the shoulders, 
held him firm. One managed his left arm and head, with a hand over his mouth. The other 
held his right arm bent behind his back in one hand. She was also busy with a long 
leather strap. In a flash they had my protector and friend hog-tied. They dropped him face 
down at their feet. One put a fur booted foot on his back and crushed him to the stone 
floor. The other stepped toward me.

I dropped to my knees putting my hands over my head. I heard them giggle like school 
girls at play. One of them spoke, “This one is pretty. It would be a shame to break him 
before Her Worship sees him.” Her tongue was known to me as an ancient form of 
Norwegian. That threw me for a loop. But I was sure of it from my studies, and being of 
Norwegian decent myself.

I replied in like tongue without looking up. “I pray thee, do not hurt us.” They giggled 
again.

Slowly I lowered my hands and raised my eyes. Jason twisted his gagged face in my 
direction as he struggled. Panic was in his eyes. The other one was standing over me with 
her hands on her ample hips. They were both fair skinned blondes with round blue eyes. I 
could see Nordic features, long legs and curvaceous forms. The clothing seemed a 
through-back to the earliest Viking garb. It was skins bound with leather straps. The hides 
looked to be polar bear instead of traditional reindeer – pure white and quite plush. Fur 
boots rose to the knee. Their fur dress or toga draped the left shoulder leaving the right 
bare. It was short cut with an uneven hem more than half way up the thigh. Small fur hats 
covered both beautiful blonde heads and long blonde braids swung free half way down 
their backs. A wider strap (six inches or more) synched the waist. I saw no weapons at 
hand - not that they needed them.

The one by me grabbed my neck and lifted me to my feet. Her grip was like iron and I 
was afraid she would hang me by holding me in the air. But she stopped once I was 
standing. I only came up to her breast. As easily as handling a child she spun me around 
and lashed my hands behind my back. “Where didst thou come from pretty man?” She 
asked in as sweet a voice as ever I’ve heard as she turned me back and looked down into 
my frightened face.

“America.” I gasped. She looked puzzled. “The United States…” still her lovely blue 
eyes showed no recognition – they squinted at me. I followed an instinct based on their 
clothing and language. “I come from the far west… across the great sea from the 
motherland.”

That seemed to ring a bell, or at least satisfy her for now. “Her Worship will have more 
questions for thee.” Then she turned to her friend. “I mark this one mine if Her Worship 
lets us keep him!” Her friend stooped and lifted Jason up and onto her shoulder like a 
sack of wheat. She slapped his bottom and exposed lovely teeth in a big smile. 
Apparently she was happy with her share of the booty.

They walked with us deeper into the cave without more conversation.

Our captors lead us down dark halls with many branching corridors. I tried to keep my 
bearings but was lost in the first hour. It became apparent that the only way out would be 
to get assistance from a native. At first the passage we walked was rough like the cave we 
had found. But eventually we made a turn that lead us into tunnels of quite a different 
sort. They were smooth floored and the ceilings domed. Ages ago they had been painted 
with gorgeous murals – scenes of weddings and other ceremonies – some resembling 
orgies in which a large blonde woman featured prominently. I frothed at the mouth to 
study those drawings even in my predicament. 

Within another hour we met two more people. These were smaller. Smaller even than me 
by half a head but big for women, for women they were. I recognized their features as 
having descended from those people who had eons ago crossed the Bering Straits to 
become Eskimos and Native Americans. Being pushed ahead I was the first to come into 
torch light. They looked quite shocked but lowered wicked spears at me. But when our 
escorts appeared, why they dropped belly down and barked out a hail in a language I 
didn’t recognize.

Our guides ignored them and shoved me through the doorway they were guarding.

I had been impressed with the polished and painted halls we had been wondering. But 
now my amazement was doubled. We had entered a cavern so vast that mist gathered in 
the atmosphere above. And it was hot, like the tropics. 

I must be forgiven for stopping to describe some of the scenery. We were on a high road 
that overlooked a sprawling metropolis carved from living rock. The outskirts where 
single family dwellings. The center had several three-story buildings leading up to a 
massive castle of solid white rock the architecture of which I have not seen equaled in all 
the efforts of old Europe, China, or Egypt. It was a lace-work of spires and catwalks. 
Windows of all shapes and sizes abounded. The central feature was a dome perhaps twice 
the size of the one at St. Peter’s, covered with what I was to learn later was pure 14 karat 
gold. I was breathless to say the least. Natives, mostly of the Bering Strait sort, milled 
about the bustling streets. Closer to the hub, or downtown, I saw a few tall blondes, but 
none as magnificent as our captures. They stood apart and all bowed to them.

At this point our guides took their hats off, then their boots, then unlashed and removed 
their fur dresses. Under these they each had on a tunic-like slip as light as silk. I saw now 
that they each had a dagger strapped to their firm calves. Was it getting hot in here or was 
it just the sight of those two lovelies? Okay, it was both. Besides the heat that came from 
being close to these beauties it appeared that this underground civilization enjoyed the 
heat from the earth’s core. Perhaps some molten lava activity, I mused. 

They placed the gear in cabinets that appeared designed for this purpose. Then, picking 
up Jason and tugging my lead, they marched us down the high road to the center of this 
metropolis. 

One thing struck me as odd on this first entrance to the city, but failed to fascinate me as 
much as all I had already seen. In all positions of authority (guards, constables, even in 
the family scenes I saw) the women were in charge. Native men seemed rather small 
comparatively though the men didn’t seem any smaller than usual. Women were just on 
the whole, bigger here. And once we got downtown as it were, everyone was a woman. 
This accounted for the glances cast our way. One constable lowered a club at me until she 
saw my guides. Then she let me pass, bowing her head. Apparently of all the women in 
town the two that had captured us were quite important.

At the gate of the castle two statuesque blonde women, almost the equal to those who had 
captured us but not quite, asked for a password and received it. We entered and passed 
through a court yard and several vestibules. We soon came to rest in a wide chamber 
filled with paintings, sculptures and bowels of fruit such as apples, oranges and 
pineapples.

Pineapples? I looked at the paintings. All were of a noble and gorgeously built blonde 
woman in her mid thirties, wearing little more than a veil over her face. Some depicted 
pastoral backgrounds. Where the hell did these people, living in caves under a glacier 
learn about wide meadows and where did they get fruit?

As I pondered this they dumped Jason unceremoniously to the tiled floor and let him 
struggle out of his bonds. Once he was free he darted toward me and untied my hands. 
The two girls simply smiled down at us as if we were simple children at play. Despite 
their size they looked to be no more than 16 or 20 years of age themselves.

The one that had been carrying Jason stepped toward me and stoked my face tenderly. 
The other woman, who had called dibs on me, slapped her hand away. They pressed belly 
to belly and glared at each other. I interrupted this tense moment.

“If it please thee…” I stammered in old Norwegian. “May I partake of some fruit?”

They both reached for an orange. A struggle ensued and they toppled over kicking and 
mauling each other on the floor. I watched mesmerized. Their violent play jostled their 
light clothing considerably. It became apparent that these people were completely 
innocent of undergarments – and natural blondes. But ever alert Jason saw the moment 
and grabbed us a bowl of fruit. 

“A fiver says mine wins.” Whispered Jason handing me a banana.

“How can you tell which is which?” I whispered back. “Even with as intimate a view as 
we have of them I can’t say.” In their fury all modesty had been abandon. Silky tunics 
became little more than torn belts. They must have been twins. And the fight was as 
equally matched as were they. Eventually, they had each other’s heads in crushing scissor 
holds.

“I would put either one of them up against any full bar I’ve fought in.” Said Jason 
admiringly. “They’re not just big. They’ve got the moves. I dare say they could wreck a 
man in bed as well.”

“Most probably.” I muttered. Leave it to Jason to think of copulation at a time like this.

We were eating oranges and watching the show (one sister looked to be on the verge of 
submitting) when a trumpet blared, scaring the crap out of all four of us. The two girls 
leaped up with torn tunics and stood on either side of Jason and me, perhaps a bit wobbly. 
I noticed that their heads were purple from the recent punishment. Jason ogled the chest 
on the one next to him and was reaching for it when she shot an elbow into his ribs that 
nearly dropped him. He gasped and managed to stand somewhat erect with her help. 

On the far end of the chamber where a 30 feet wide stairway of 10 steps and two great 
brass doors ornately carves with flames and fruit commingled. These opened and in 
stepped, and I cannot emphasize the fear that clutched me at the sight of them, two 
massive polar bears. Their shoulders rolled as they walked on all fours. I thought of 
running but my guide grabbed my arm, preventing me from moving. The bears stopped at 
the top step and then following them stepped the tallest woman I have ever seen even in 
this strange subterranean land. Her blonde locks just cleared the top of the portal. Her 
thick, powerful shoulders made the double door arrangement necessary. In proportion she 
was similar to the two girls who had captured us, but she dwarfed them even as they 
dwarfed me. 

The two girls fell on their bellies and began to chant a sing-song of love and devotion to 
this creature – this woman – to this queen as I learned from their words. Without the girl 
to support him Jason soon dropped to his knees, still gasping for air. That left me alone 
standing on my feet. One of the girls turned to me and beseeched me to drop and show 
respect or surely I would die.

I looked up at this mighty woman at the top of the stairs flanked by tame polar bears and 
I admit I was tempted to drop from fear… or in worship of her. Her white silky garment 
ran to her feet but only served to draw attention to her curvaceous bounty. Her rippling 
arms were left bare and moved like snakes at her side when they did move at all. Her 
head was held at a proud angle. Blond braids fell down her back to her rump. Her face 
was covered with a white silk lace somewhat thicker than a brides. The entire effect was 
stunning. 

Her head was pointed at me and I swear I felt her eyes cut right into me, searching my 
very soul.  Standing before her I felt stripped naked and exposed to the bone. I had 
determined not to drop down, for once you begin such things they are done and you 
cannot take them back. But now, with her attention on me – holding me – I dare say I 
could not have moved if I wanted to. She held me with a glace like a pin holds a butterfly 
in a case.

“Where didst thou find this blond male?” Asked the queen.

“Your Worship!” Answered one of our captures in as brave a voice as she could muster 
with her belly warming the floor. “We found him and his slave at the south entrance, 
Your Worship.”

“Male.” Said the queen again now addressing me. “What do they call thee.”

It took me a moment to gather my voice and even then it cracked. “Erik, your majesty… 
Erik Haugen.”

“Thou art a true person, Erik. I see it in thy heart. I allow thee to stay. The rest will leave 
now.” Said the queen.

The two girls began slithering backwards out of the room dragging Jason by one heal. He 
clutched and clawed the floor. “Doctor!” He moaned.

I turned to the queen. “Your Highness?”

“You value thy slave, Erik? Very well. Daughters!”

The girls stopped moving.

“Play gently with this slave. He will remain the property of Erik whom I have under my 
protection.”

“Yes Your Worship!” They shouted in chorus into the floor then continued dragging 
Jason away. I assured Jason he should come to no harm as he disappeared and the door 
closed behind him.

“Come to me, my Erik.” Said the queen. She had a way of hitting the word “my” that 
made me understand it was possessive. 

I can’t say that I was in charge of my legs. They did her bidding and I walked up the 
steps. “Thou art a proud little man, my Erik. But thy will is weak, like all males.” She 
touched my cheek and her fingers were hot. “Thou art blonde. It has been eons since I 
last saw a blonde male.” Even through my fear I sensed longing in her voice. “I sense that 
my form… pleases thee.” 

“Overwhelmingly.” I spat out. Standing one step below her I came only to the level of her 
groin.

“Overwhelmingly? Thou dust not even know what it means to be overwhelmed. Thou art 
proud, but I could easily take thy will from thee and make thee swear to by my slave. I 
could force they to renounce thy gods and worship only me!... Too easily I fear.”

There was silence between us.

“One kiss, my Erik. One kiss from me and thy will would be mine. Thou would be but a 
crushed husk and no longer a man of free will at all.”

Silence again. I believed her. I half feared, half prayed she would kiss me.

“But I like thy spirit. And to break thee so would mean to break thy spirit.”

“I feel I could withstand…” I began.

The queen stopped me with a golden laugh. “Like a moth thou would try the flame, eh 
my Erik?” She slipped her big hands under my arms and lifted my from the stair I was on 
as if I had no weight at all. She walked me to a shelf that ran along the wall there and 
stood me on it. I was now just shy of being as tall as she. “Like a moth to flame.” She 
whispered. Then she threw back her veil. 

I staggered back into the wall behind me. Her beauty cannot be described in earthly 
terms. As the shepherds of old fell to the ground in the presence of angels heralding the 
coming of Christ, so I wished to fall in worship. But her firm hand on my chest help me 
pinned to the wall. Her plush lips drew near to my face. “One kiss and thou would die to 
fulfill my smallest desire.” She whispered. I swear I was nearly there already. Her breath 
on my face was like a sweet summer breeze full of heat and promise. “Thy heart would 
explode for want of me. Thou would cut thy throat to quench my thirst with thy blood.”

“Your Worship!” I gasped, reaching out for her.

Her mouth drew up in a knowing, cock-eyed way. “Your Worship? Why my Erik. Thy 
will is already leaving thee. Just moments ago I was only royalty. Now I am as a goddess 
to thee?”

“Yes.” I gasped.

She stepped back. “Thy will is strong for a male, but terribly weak all the same.” She 
seemed disappointed in me. I tried to be stronger. “How old dust thou take me for, my 
Erik?”

Of course I hesitated. Even should a common woman ask me this question I would 
hesitate. Fortunately she let me off the hook, but with the most outlandish answer.

“My age has stopped being counted in years. To these people, all of whom are slaves to 
me, I am an ever-living goddess. I was here just as I am now when the eldest alive today 
were born. No doubt I will live as long still. I came to these shores in little more than a 
canoe from the land I dare say thou hail from, my Erik. I was only a girl then, no more 
than 15 or 16. Most that were with me perished on these shores but I explored the caves 
with a handful of men who survived.” Here she grew silent as if transported by her 
thoughts. Eventually she turned her face back to me. I trembled once more as her eyes 
locked onto mine. “Let this image burn in thy mind, my Erik. And thank me for not 
kissing thee. The passion of such an embrace would be thine end.” And with that she 
returned her veil to its place, shielding me from the light of her eyes. Even today, when I 
remember her face at night I get no rest. The memory of her will shorted my life for want 
of her.

I felt weak, almost sick. And the room felt dark. She took her hand from my chest and I 
fell off the shelf down to her feet. She sat down on the back of one of her pet polar bears 
(who was pressed to support her on his back by the looks of things) and contemplated my 
prostrate form between her feet.

“Rise, my Erik.”

I tried too soon and swooned back to the floor. She waited for me patiently. I rose to my 
knees before her.

“I crave a boon.” I panted, my heart bursting with lust.

She sat silently looking down at me. She sighed. “Perhaps I should not have exposed 
myself to thee.” She murmured. “Thou art half slave already.” She looked down on my 
quivering form. Finally she said, reading my thoughts. “Yes. Thou may kiss my foot. But 
during thy worship I will tell thee my story. To speak with thee pleases me.”

I dropped to her naked toes and began licking between them. If diamonds were made of 
honey, that is how they would taste.

“In the heart of this land there is a fire – a fire that is the passion of Mother Nature 
herself. When certain women expose themselves to it they are magnified in spirit, mind, 
body and soul. I discovered that fire when I was but a girl. Daily for a thousand years I 
bath in its flames. My daughters have bathed in it but once each. They are twins born 500 
years gone. When men are exposed they grow somewhat stronger but for a short time, 
and then alas… it fades.”

I stopped licking for just a moment.

“Thou doubtest me?”

“I am a man who needs full reason to believe…” I began still with my lips on her foot.

“Reason? Dust thou worship me as a goddess or no?”

“Verily!”

“Why?”

That stopped me. Slowly I continued washing her feet with my tongue working my way 
to her powerful and well turned ankles. I got my hands into the work, feeling her feet and 
calf.

“Around this flame is a field of plenty where grow such a variety of fruits as can sustain 
life even without meat or bread.” She continued. “This is where my slaves go to gather 
food.” She paused. “Thou must beware, Erik. Thy travels up my leg will lead to thine 
own madness. Thy passion will consume thee. Here. I will protect thee from thyself.”  
And she pressed me to the floor with one foot on my back. I groaned under the weight of 
it.

“Didst thou admire the strength of my daughters?” she asked.

“I have never seen such might.” I gasped under her foot. “Until I met thee.”

“And thou never will. Tis the fire that has given them that might. Am I the strongest thing 
you have ever seen? Speak true.”

“Well…” I gasped. She took her foot off my back and helped me to my feet. I was almost 
steady on them by now, so long as she kept her veil in place I could stand like a man… 
somewhat. “Of women thou art perhaps the most powerful that ever lived and most 
assuredly the most beautiful.”

“Even more beautiful than mine own daughters?” she asked.

Yea, even this massive goddess of a woman was a woman after all.

“They are like dirt to thy starlight, Your Worship.” I spoke from the heart. “Earlier today 
I would have counted them as unparalleled beauties, but now I see naught but thee.”

She seemed please. Then she thought. “But thou doubtest my power?”

“I pray I have not offended thee.” I said quickly.

“No.” she said softly. “It has been ages since any have dared to even stand in my 
presence let alone question me. I find this… refreshing.” She thought some more. “Dust 
thou fear my pets?” she asked stroking the fur of the bear under her ass.

“Yes… but they seem tame.” I said.

“It is I who tamed them.” She said. “They were born wild. I beat them into submission.”

She caught the smirk on my face with her gaze that missed nothing.

“Come again to me on the morrow. I will show thee. For now I will have my servants 
attend to thy every wish. They may take some of the burn from thy heart.” She snapped 
her fingers and instantly there appeared two sweet girls with flowing blonde hair. They 
slammed themselves to the floor at the base of the steps. These girls looked to be around 
20 but were more slender and less tall than the daughters of Her Worship. Both were just 
a touch shorter than me. “These minor beauties are for thee, my Erik. Use them for thy 
pleasure. In some small way it may keep thee from going mad for me.” Then she turned 
to the girls. “Treat him like well, slaves. Thy lives will end should I hear otherwise.”

That night was… well… as I have said I had not spent much time with the fair sex 
before. And now, with the passion for Her Worship in my blood and these two sweet girls 
eager to please me… I got no rest. Their faces crowding my lap all night. How they 
begged that I let them serve me over and over so that Her worship could not doubt that 
they had served me well.

And how I let them.

In the morning they led me to a room filled with pillows and fruit bowls. There I met 
Jason. He looked terrible! “Jason my boy! What have you been through!?!”

“Doctor…” He gasped. “I have never been through the like. But if they come pawing for 
me tonight, I’m afraid that I’m weak enough to willingly follow them back into the 
torture!”

“Torture?”

“Yes Doctor. I have spent the night being tortured by the lust of those two magnificent, 
giant girls.”

I gulped as he filled his mouth with peeled mango. “Do tell, young man.” I whispered.

“They dragged me back to their lair speaking that language that you know and I don’t. 
Once in their room they blocked the door with a huge slab of marble – perhaps they 
didn’t want to be disturbed – and they got the weirdest cock-eyed smile on their lovely 
faces. They kept talking and giggling as they circled me. I faced first one, then another, 
but they look so much alike that at times I couldn’t tell if I was looking at the same one or 
not.

“When one reached for my face I made my move and attempted to flip her into the other. 
As you know I’m a 5th degree black belt.”

“Yes!” I acknowledged. Jason was well respected in the Tae Kwon Do and Kung Fu 
communities. 

“Well it didn’t do me a lick of good. She was way heavier than she looks and I misjudged 
the balance needed to throw her. The end result is I yanked on her arm for a moment, 
then she picked me up and tossed me like a beach ball to her sister. In the air I lashed out 
with a foot and caught the sister in the face. She grabbed my ankle and hung me upside 
down. I could tell she was mad by the sound of her voice. And the fact that she bounced 
my skull on the floor a couple times before dropping me.

“The other sister was laughing. Then she came over, lifted me in her arms like a baby and 
planted the most intimate kiss on me that it has ever been my honor to receive. I’m no 
milk-toast, Doctor, but I nearly swooned in her arms from the joy of her lips on mine and 
her tongue in my mouth.

“The one that was mad seemed to have gotten over it because as her sister held me she 
bent over and started nibbling my ear. I put my arms around their necks and we spent the 
better part of… I don’t know how long making out like high-school kids on Viagra! I 
mean I was getting diamond cutting wood and serious blue ball!”

I coughed at this point.

“Beg your pardon, Doctor.” He said. “But I mean to tell you it was getting hot and heavy. 
They tore off what was left of those slips they had on and started pushing my face first 
one place and then another. And I was delighted with every spot they chose – clit, anus, it 
was all good and sweet as spring flowers.”

I neglected to cough this time. I just gulped and adjusted my… um… expanding 
manhood.

“They started getting all worked up and my head started to look like a glazed donut. 
When one of them whispers something, then pulls out the meanest looking strap-on cock 
I every hope to see. You can imagine my reaction! When I looked at the other, she had 
one just about like it with a different strap! The first one put the tool on where you’d 
expect it, turning her into the biggest stud-bitch alive. But the other one came at me. She 
placed that cock on my forehead and strapped it on like a unicorn horn.

“Now you can imagine how I struggled at this point, but it didn’t seem to matter to them 
one bit. And yelling didn’t help because the unicorn horn came with a gag. They got me 
in position between them like a dog. The one mounted my face and the other mounted my 
ass. This in effect made me nothing more than an extension of the fake boners at either 
end. It was one sister screwing the living fuck out of the other with me as a conduit.

“And they kept trading places and holes until daylight, Doctor! They only now have 
stopped and fallen asleep. I grabbed the chance to make my escape. But I couldn’t move 
the marble block! One of them actually had to take pity on my and let me out, like some 
kind of lap dog! Doctor, I never been so used and humiliated, and yet turned on, in my 
life. I’m afraid to say that if they appeared right now and smiled at me that I would go in 
to take it all over again! They are that charming!” 

And poor Jason collapsed at the table, asleep in his well earned breakfast. “Poor bastard.” 
I muttered. “Poor… lucky bastard.”

Around mid-morning those infernal trumpets blared again and I nearly left my skin! I tell 
you it is dead quiet in that castle most of the time. Jason who had managed to eat between 
naps mumbled something about almost shitting himself and where he wanted the blower 
to cram that horn. But then in came those bears.

I rose. Jason dropped to the floor. Apparently he had got religion during his night-time 
romp. And in strode the towering queen of the land.

Today she didn’t wear her flowing gown. Today she wore a light, well tailored mail shirt 
that protected her down to mid thigh, arm guards on her right arm, flexible leather boots 
up to her knees and the same lacy veil as yesterday. “My Erik. Come with me. Thou may 
bring thy slave as well.” 

We followed until we came to a small, arena of sorts. There was room for ten or fifteen 
people to sit along the near wall behind a rail. The rest of the cavern was an oval with a 
door in the far side. The floor was covered with sand.

Her Worship chained her bears to one end of the oval which was width-wise to the seats. 
Then she turned to Jason and me. At that moment, Jason’s twins joined us and fell to the 
floor at our feet. I attributed this to the presence of Her Worship, of course.

“Rise, daughters.” Said the queen and they got up and sat next to us.

“The one called Erik, whom I have marked as mine…” Began Her Worship (which 
caused the girl sitting to my side to take her hand off my crotch). “Erik has expressed 
doubts about my strength.” The girls looked at me with wide eyes as if they marveled to 
see me alive. I shrugged.

“He is a man such as I have not seen in 500 years. I have arranged this exhibition for his 
amusement and enlightenment. Within a few minutes he will see a feat of strength none 
but I could perform.” She turned and waved a hand to the far end of the arena where 
someone apparently could see her for the doors broke open.

And in stepped a polar bear. But this one had none of the tamed look of the other two. It 
looked hungry and agitated. Upon seeing Her Worship it began lumbering straight for 
her. She ran to meet it.

I realized what was happening and gasped! She carried no weapon! The bear raised up 
and equaled the height of Her worship. He roared, filling my heart with fear for the lovely 
lady! He slapped at her with a fiercely clawed paw. 

Rather than be sent tumbling or ducking the blow, Her Worship took the full force of the 
blow and returned one of her own. The bear tumbled onto his back.

But he was undaunted and rushed Her Worship with his teeth. She punched his charging 
face and knocked it sideways on his neck. Then she stepped in and grabbed his neck in 
her arms and squeezed.

The bear tried to roar but nothing came out. Nothing. He reared up lifting the queen from 
the ground but only for a split second before her feet settled firm on the sand again. He 
batted at her with his paws. He tried to roll over on his back to claw her with his back feet 
but she wouldn’t let him. She pulled him where she wanted him to go. She lifted him 
from the ground. She carried him in her crushing arms.

Soon his struggles became weak. Her Worship let go of her hold and the bear crumpled 
to the sand, gasping for air. She reached down and grabbed a paw. She yanked hard and 
the animal yelped for pity! She yanked the massive bear clear off the ground, flipped him 
over her head and slammed him to the ground on the other side with a thunderous crash 
and a shower of sand.

At this point the bear tried to limp away, back to the open door. But she leaped onto his 
back and clutched his middle in her long hard legs. The bear took three more steps and 
then fell moaning to the floor. She reached forward and pulled back on his ears. He 
struggled but could not get up or break free. 

Then she wrapped one arms around his head in an odd way and twisted. A sickening 
crunch filled the arena. The bears at the far end whimpered. The bear between the 
queen’s legs fell limp. Blood ran from its nostrils and mouth.

She got up and approached the stand wiping sand from her legs. “Could any other human 
in history have done what I hath wrought this morning, my Erik?”

I couldn’t answer. I was struck dumb by the magnitude of the feat of strength displayed 
and the cold-blooded nature of it as well.

“Art thou…” I finally stammered. “Art thou even human?”

“At one time, yes.” She responded. “And perhaps I still am in some way. Dost thou doubt 
my strength any longer?”

“I cannot, Oh Worship.”

I could see the satisfaction run through her body. “Ruling these slaves hath made me 
forget what it is to dominate a true man, my Erik.” She said. “I enjoy the feeling.” Then 
she turned to her daughters. “I see the slave is alive. I commend you two for showing 
restraint.”

“Thank you, Oh Worship.” They said in unison and dropped to their bellies.

I whispered what was said to Jason. “Restraint?” he gasped.

“Worship.” I spoke up for an idea had occurred to me. “A boon if I may.”

“Yes, My Erik.” She replied. “I will let thee worship my body once more. Come to my 
throne room after dinner.”

“Bless thee, Worship!” I said with feeling. “But that was not the boon I was going to ask 
for… first.”

“What then?”

“I pray that my… slave as you say… be waited on as I was waited on last night for this 
night. I fear thy daughters may kill him with their powerful brand of loving.”

“Thy fear is well founded. Many is the man they have killed with rough play. As I said, I 
am glad to see him alive today. I will not keep him away from them for long, for I love 
mine own and would give them toys. But I will grant your slave a night’s reprieve. He 
may enter my servants’ quarters and take any number for his bed this night. Would that 
satisfy thee, my Erik?”

“That and to press my unworthy lips to thy foot once more, yes Worship.”

That afternoon I happily spent on my belly kissing the feet of a goddess. She even let me 
work my way up to mid calf. I could smell the honey of her quim! How my boner 
throbbed and my balls ached to know her!

“Thou art playing with fire, my charming fool.” She whispered down at me.

“I cannot stop myself.” I panted. “Ever since seeing thy face I have no other desire than 
to serve thy.”

“Have I so completely broken thee?” She sighed. “I had hoped to keep thee whole by not 
kissing thee. Perchance I teased thee too much. Perchance I should put thee out of thy 
misery and kill thee with my love.”

“If it please thee.” I gasped, hoping in my heart that she would!

There was a long pause as she let me kiss a trail up her leg to the knee. Her mound was in 
site! It was a powerfully muscled and tight. The smell was intoxicating. I slowly reached 
toward it with one hand.

Then her foot, as long as my back, crushed me to the floor bending my ribs and pushing 
the air from my body. She let her foot up just before I passed out. I felt as if I was mashed 
into the tile.

“Thou would die too quickly. I wish to enjoy thee. To that end I must take thee to the 
holy fire. In its presence thou will gain enough life force to last at least a bit longer. We 
shall do so in the morn.”

“An it please thee.” I groaned from the floor.

The next morning I awoke after Jason. He was wolfing down bowl after bowl of fruit 
while a sultry lass was under the table gulping cum from his tool. “Doctor!” He shouted 
as he wiped his freshly satisfied meat on her face. “I don’t know what you told the queen, 
but thank you! At least I assume the change in my fortune was your doing.”

“Yes, Jason. And I see you’ve taken advantage of it.”

“I’ll say! That’s the fifth wench since supper last night I’ve had three ways.” He chased 
her off with a wave of his hand and pulled up his pants. She bowed as she left, licking her 
lips. “So how is your luck in this land of plenty?”

“I’m scheduled to fuck the queen this morning.” I said more for show than anything else.

He dropped an orange. “No shit. She’s gonna kill you doc. I mean – her daughter almost 
did me in and she’s way more than they are put together.”

“That is her assertion as well.” I admitted. “But to be honest. I don’t care. I haven’t 
known as many as you, Jason, but this is one woman I must know even at the cost of my 
life.”

“Then I can’t talk you out of it?”

“I’m afraid not.”

Just then the twins walked in. They sat down on either side of Jason and started in on 
fondling him. One of them found some goo on his leg and she licked it off her finger. He 
was instantly transported and had eyes only for them.

“Ask thy slave if he hath had enough of dirty, mortal woman.” Said the other to me as her 
sister crammed her tongue down Jason’s throat. “We desire his sex tonight.”

I relayed the information. Jason swore that he would be there for them. The girls made 
his upper body vanish by hugging him between them as they kissed each other. I felt the 
heat in the room rise 5 degrees.

When they stood he was pressed so tightly between them that he dangled. Then they 
stepped back and let him drop. They giggled and walked. “We will take him after the 
mid-day meal.” One of them said as they left.

Jason slowly pulled himself back up to the table. He was all grins.

“Then I can’t talk you out of it?” I asked.

“I’m afraid not.” He replied.

Later I found myself in the company of Her Worship. I walked behind her and could not 
help notice that my chin came only to the height of the small of her back – if you could 
call that firm, rounding small. The orbs of her ass rose and fell, swayed and rocked with 
her every stride. I had to trot 3 steps to her one to keep up, though she seemed to be 
walking slowly and majestically, she was covering ground quickly. She wore a light tunic 
that draped over her curves to mid thigh and of course her veil. She was barefoot.

As I gasped and panted to keep up with her I watched as we walked. Everyone dropped to 
the ground in her wake. They slammed to the rock and left their faces planted to it as she 
passed. Her hold over these people was complete and unquestioned. None questioned her 
power. She didn’t seem to see them at all.

We walked through town and down some tunnels I had never seen. We kept walking after 
we stopped seeing people any more. We kept walking until my sides felt like knives were 
cutting through them. Finally I gasped and fell to my knees.

She turned and observed my frail form at her feet.

“We are but half way, my Erik. I do not wish to kill thee on the march. Thou shall ride 
upon my back.” She reached down and gripped me hard around one arm. She flipped me 
up and onto her back. My legs clutched her firm sides. My crotch bounced on her ass 
crack. I grabbed her thick shoulders in my small hands. And off she went. 

As her hips rocked under my groin I felt my manhood grow. It could not be helped. But 
far from being insulted, Her Worship seemed to chuckle – almost giggle. Her size and 
power made it almost impossible to think of this giantess as human at all. But one could 
not forget that she was a woman. She seemed to be all women – ever. 

She claimed to be at least a thousand years of age – and yet were I to reduce her to a 
normal woman’s stature I would take her to be no more than 25 or 30. And she claimed 
that those two massive cherubs who even now must be tormenting Jason were over 500 
years of age. They seemed like schoolgirls.

And yet there was something in her consciousness and mental agility and awareness that 
hinted at a timeless knowledge. Her glance, even through the veil could strip you to the 
bone and render all deceit futile.

I thought on all this… and I admit… of cramming my tool…

No. Even as my stiff johnson bobbed up and down in her swaying butt-crack I feared 
taking liberty, even in thought. Until now and then I heard her giggle drift back to me.

I was a tangled mess of sexual energy and conflicting desires when she pushed me off her 
ass and I fell to a soft lawn of green.

I sat up and looked from between her knees out over what must have been the Garden of 
Eden. Here grew bushes, trees and vines heavy with berries, fruit and melons. Rolling 
hills gave the field the feel of a sea, stirred by a north-east wind. The air, quite literally 
sparked as if translucent fairies danced only half within my visual range.

I gasped and crawled through Her Worships legs as if I was crawling through the arch 
into Mother Nature’s Cathedral.

As my eyes adjusted to this brilliant light I began to see farther. We were still 
underground in what appeared to me the core of a long extinct volcano. A strange fire 
unlike any on earth, as I’ve ever seen, played on the walls like a waterfall going up 
instead of down. Flames so large should have been searing, loud and hard to look at. But 
these were exquisitely colored and silent as the breath of a sleeping baby. Indeed it 
seemed as packed with life and promise as a cherub in repose.

Her Worship’s hand pulled me to my feet and pushed me forward into this garden. 
“Remove they garments, my Erik.” She commanded. As with any command she gave me 
I obeyed instantly.

“May I speak, Worship?” I begged in a whisper.

“I grant this.” She said with amusement.

“This meadow and flame… it almost calls to mind your own loveliness.”

Her Worship was silent at that. Then, she removed her garment. Now she wore only her 
veil. I was overcome and fell to my knees before her. I covered my eyes for my mind 
could not take in the beauty!

“Almost?” she asked.

“I was a fool to suggest it.” I moaned. I looked up at her. From the ground I could see her 
full lips under her veil. She was smiling and her perfect teeth sparked down at me. Her 
tongue licked her lips and I thought my cock would explode. I moaned again.

Her laugh was as light as the sparkling air around us. And then she leaped over me and 
ran into the meadow. “Chase me my Erik!” She shouted.

I sprang to my feet and gave chase as if I were a young stud – a stallion in the prime of 
life. Something in this air filled me with life and energy unknown to me. I ran faster than 
ever I have in my life, leaping over great berry bushes untouched! My lungs pulled the air 
in and yet I ran on. Wind whistled in my ears. I felt no strain or effort – only the joy of 
the hunt.

Her Worship sprang about like a deer. She seemed only half trying but her lead never 
shrank. She took one stride to my three. Her braids swung and bounced. Her breasts 
wobbled and rebounded. Her muscles rolled under her skin. At one point she turned and 
leaped over me, doubling back on her tracks. I crumpled in my effort to turn fast, but 
leaped up once more, back in the hunt!

I only came upon her when she stopped and let me. I was only slightly winded, she not at 
all. I should have been on the verge of a stroke! Then I noticed two things. One, that I 
was now tall enough to look directly at her bosom, not her belly. And two, she was 
standing half under that fire at the edges of the cave!

The flame licked her skin like water, but did not consume.

“Come to me, my Erik.” She commanded, and she took off her veil.

Naked and ram-rod hard, I smiled up at her glowing beauty. “Though the flame kill me I 
gladly obey, Goddess.” I said. And truly I meant it, and expected great pain to meet me as 
I stepped fully into the fame. And yet I marveled at how I could stand to look upon her 
beauty so directly! Only yesterday such a smile from her coming down to me would have 
taken my breath and left me on my knees!

I stepped into the flame and yet I lived. “It is hot…” I murmured as I felt a strange rush 
travel through my body.

“But, tis a dry heat.” Replied Her Worship.

Was I floating up? Her lovely face was coming almost to a level with mine. I looked and 
say my feet still on the ground. But was this my body? Muscles ripped and pulsed like 
nothing I had seen, save for on Her Worship. And was that my manhood? It was a yard 
long and thicker than a Louisville Slugger!

I looked back to Her Worship for explanation. Her eyes shone with joy as she looked me 
up and down. She smacked her divine lips and her tongue hung out. She… was panting 
for want of me!

“Now, my Erik, ‘tis possible for us to mate and yet thou may live.” She panted. “And 
may I say…. 500 years to wait for this since my last coupling is far too long!” And with 
that she threw herself upon me and mounted me there within the flames, up against the 
wall.

I drove my full pipe mercilessly up into her steaming quim, lifting her to her toes with my 
strokes. Even as big as I had become she was bigger. She gyrated her hips and mashed 
me against the wall. “Stand hard!” She snarled. I resisted the force of her humping for all 
I was worth, but she still crushed me into the wall with every thrust. I mean bits of stone 
were chipped away by my back as she pounded into me.

“Uh-hu! Uh-hu! Uh-hu! Uh-hu!” She chanted like a college coed into my ear in rhythm 
of her own pulsing hips. I snarled and dug my teeth into her meaty shoulder. “Oh YES!” 
she shouted. I massaged her firm, ample rack – her nipples were like diamonds. She 
pounded the wall by my head chipping small rocks from the surface.

I came again and again deep inside her and yet I never flagged. My desire, energy and 
throbbing tool continued to serve us for hours. During this time we had worn much gravel 
from the wall. Soon, we slipped on it and fell, She on top, hammered down on me. As the 
flame rushed over and into us she finally came.

Her Worship’s contractions nearly ripped my enormous log from my body! She squeezed 
every last bit of juice from my sack. And then she flopped onto me – covering me in 
sweaty, fragrant flesh.

After a few minutes of panting and giggling she whispered. “I needed that.”

Once I could speak I replied. “What else dust thou desire, Worship?”

Her radiant smile blessed me again. She panted and looked me over. “A challenge, dear 
Erik.”

“Worship?”

She giggled and sat up, slipping my still firm pole from her groin. She left a trail as she 
slid her muff up my frame and dropped it on my face. I lapped at it like the slave I was.

She moaned for a while then pulled back to my chest.

“Dust thou like thy new form?” She asked.

“I am… grateful.” I stammered.

“Tis the flame of life.” She replied. “It gave me my strength and beauty 1000 years ago. 
The man I coupled with 500 years ago did as you do now. My daughters were born out of 
this flame. But the flame seems to favor women. While I and my daughters live on and 
retain great strength and beauty, the man diminished in time and perished as all men do.” 
She looked at the flame. The light of it showed in her eyes. “I tried the native men here. 
But the natives fear this flame – and rightly so. It burned them like any other. It seems to 
reserve this quality for those foreign to itself.”

“So I will diminish.” I said sadly.

“Yes.” She replied. Then she smiled again. “But not for many days. And before then we 
shall see who is stronger!” She leaped up and helped me up after, though she grunted in 
doing it.

I was equal to her in height. Her hips and legs showed greater musculature than mine, 
though mine were immense. And maybe her arms were better defined. Our shoulders 
were a fair match. “Care for a little tussle?” She asked playfully, like a school girl.

Fear gripped my heart for a second, then I looked down at my naked form. If she could 
fight a bear, what could all this do? I smiled back. “Brace thyself!” I snarled.

We circled each other, hands up, knees bent, looking for an opening. I faked and she fell 
for it. I grabbed her in a head lock and fell over onto her! She screamed in delight. I 
tightened my grip and cut off her scream.

She shocked me by lifting me as she sat up then slammed me to the ground. Then she 
pulled her head from my arm as I lay stunned.

I was laying prone on my belly as she kneeled over me. I tried to get up on my knees. She 
snatched my arm and stuffed me back to the ground with a knee in my back. She twisted 
my arm back behind my shoulder.

Remembering some school wresting moves I slipped around (out from under her leg) and 
leaped up. I grabbed her neck from behind in a choke hold. She stood, grabbed my arms 
and pushed.

It was strength against strength with my position being the easiest to keep. But she 
pushed my arms loose and ducked free. Once more we circled each other, this time with 
even more intensity between us.

“I shall break thee, my stud.” She snarled. “I shall break thee and cram my fist up thy 
ass.” She shook her wide knuckles under my nose. I flinched.

“Thou likest ass play?” I returned. “I will be sure to fill thine once I have thee begging 
for mercy.” I spat back, with less bravado than she. 

She giggled and grabbed for me. I ducked and lunged at her legs. I grabbed one mighty 
leg in both arms. I put everything I had into it and lifted her onto my shoulder. Then I 
flipped her over my back. She crashed to the ground behind me on her back. I dropped 
my ass onto her stomach. That knocked some wind out of her.

Confident of victory, I stood over her. I was going to press my knee down onto her neck, 
but she was not as slowed as I had thought. She sprang up and grabbed my neck and leg. 
She lifted me onto her shoulders, then pressed me high over her head. She stepped out 
and let me drop. I bounce up but she grabbed me, flipped me up high and slammed me 
down. I got up more slowly. She waited. Then she flipped me up and threw me at a tree. I 
crashed into it so hard that roots shot up from the ground. I staggered to my feet not sure 
which way was up anymore. A slap to the face knocked me down.

When I hit she smothered me with her ass.

I pushed and clawed but could do nothing! When she was ready she got up but by then 
the starch was out of me. I staggered to my feet. She lifted me, flipped me up and 
slammed me down. I stood again and she did the same again, giggling like a girl.

Slowly I climbed to my knees. I crawled to her and I clasped my hands in prayer. “Please 
Oh Worship,” I panted. “Please be gentle when thou fists my ass.”

She threw her head back and laughed. “A thousand years and still I am undefeated!” She 
shouted. “Thou may kiss my ass in supplication, slave Erik. I will show mercy and not 
fist thee at all.”

I crawled between her legs then lifted my tongue to her anis and licked. She began to 
breath hard. After a while she fell on my and took me once more, hammering me into the 
soft grass.

Many hours later I trudged behind her back to her palace. I was still a massive man, but 
broken and tired compared to the every vibrant goddess who lead me back. She was 
clothed and veiled once more (yet a bit drippy and quite erotically pungent). And once 
more all fell to the ground at her approach.

When we got to the gates she pointed out one of her palace guard lying at her feet. 
“Comely enough wench, is she not?” She asked.

Indeed she was a very pleasingly shaped woman perhaps 6 feet tall in stature when 
standing with honey blonde hair. She was powerful as mortals go. Had I not been in the 
presence of a Goddess I might have been dumbstruck by her.

“She is fair, Oh Worship.”

“I wish for thee to couple with her.” Said she. “And that one as well.” She pointed to an 
similar wench on the other side.

“Me?”

“Yes. I hope that thou may sire blonde boys who may over the years couple with me after 
thy death. It would please me if thou would couple with all the blonde women of my 
domain.”

“And thy daughter?”

“Them as well.”

“I shall do thy bidding, of course, Oh Worship.”

She patted my cheek and left me with the wenches.

I stood over them, naked, dripping the come of Her Worship from my massive bone. The 
two vixens raised to their knees and looked at that ram rod. Then at each other. Their 
wide eyes sparked a feeling in me and sent my pole rising to the sky.

One of them nearly fainted away, so I fell upon the other and took her right their on the 
steps of the palace. I was as gentle as could be but still I must have ruined her for other 
men. Indeed she was unable to walk immediately after. I pressed her to the ground and 
flipped up her tunic. As with all these people, she was without panties. It seemed the only 
way to get all of my manhood in was to push her knees up by her ears and lean into it. 
She gasped, but did not scream – a good little soldier. Once we had a rhythm going she 
began to take a real interest in things. She clawed my hard ass as I hammered. She 
seemed to go clean out of her mind for a while, but it became clear she was only 
climaxing. I climaxed soon after. She was covered in sweat and panting as if her ribs 
would burst. Her fellow guard was awake and seemed more intrigued than frightened 
now. I pulled out of the first wench and pushed the knees back on the second. 

Just then a messenger such as come and go from the palace at all hours walked up. She 
stopped some 30 feet away. “Tarry, and I shall have thee next.” I said as I sank my meat 
into the second guard. The poor thing dropped her burden and took to her heels.

Having laid the palace guards at the gate and wiped my cock on their uniforms I entered 
looking for more. And I didn’t have to search long. Word had spread and the damsels 
were lining up for it! Well, I thought, Her Worship has commanded that I spread my 
seed. I best get started.

A dozen or more lovelies into my work I recognized the messenger that had run away. 
She was standing in line along with 30 or 40 other tall blondes between the ages of 18 
and 35. I summoned her forward, for which she got sour looks from those she passed. 
“Thou hast changed thy mind?” I asked as I lifted her onto the table before me.

“If it please thee sire.” She whispered as she pulled her own knees up to her ears.

“Oh it will please me plenty.” I replied. “But dust thou dare be pleased with this?” I 
asked indicating my newly acquired enormous crank which I slide up her belly until the 
tip pushed into her face.

She panted and licked at it. She grabbed it with both hands – her fingertips barely met. I 
saw fear well up in her eyes for a moment. “Thou may step down and leave if thou wish 
it.” I said.

“NO!” She shouted. And then more quietly, “Please sire. Please find me worthy.”

I pressed just the tip of my tool into her clam lips. She arched her back. I worked it about 
and managed to pry her open enough for a few short thrusts. She pounded the table with 
her small fists. I was less than half inserted when she came. 

I called two girls I had already screwed to my side and got them to lick up and down the 
exposed sections of my cock. One of the industrious ladies expertly cupped my sack with 
her warm hands.

I soon came so hard than my goo splashed out of this tiny one. “She is full.” I joked. 
“Bring me another.”

From then on I kept at least two “assistants” with me as I did my duty to Her Worship on 
the women. They also came in handy for lifting their sisters off the table when they found 
it hard to walk.

I found I no longer needed sleep, so I kept at it continually. Whoever I used for assistance 
added feeding me to their chores. 

A few days later Jason made his way past my waiting line (most coming back for seconds 
by now) and stared open mouthed. I winked at him as I finished plowing my most recent 
volunteer. She rolled off the table and crawled off. My big wet stick slapped down onto 
the table with a pop that made Jason jump.

“Her Worship took me down to her fountain of strength, Jason.” I told him. “I have never 
felt so robust.  The bad news is she told me it would not last. The good news is she 
commanded me to impregnate her minions before it does.”

“I see you’re making the best of it Doctor.” He managed to stammer as the next lass 
spread herself before me. My assistants guided my cock into place like a fire hose. I 
simple move my hips a bit and the wench let out a loud grunt of ecstasy. I saw the 
jealousy in Jason’s eyes and it felt good, I am ashamed to say. He watched me drive that 
girl out of her mind for a while before backing off to the far end f the room. Eventually I 
blasted my load and was done with her.

“Are you big enough to take the big one, Doctor?” He asked as my assistants made the 
switch to fresh meat.

“Heavens no, lad.” I admitted without shame. “We play-wrestled and she completely 
kicked my ass.”

“Hmmm…” He sighed. “How do you think you would fair against her daughters?” He 
asked.

“The twins?” I mused as I slid my prod into the next girl. “Well, I’m no match for their 
mother, but I am almost as big as their mother and they are not.” I reasoned. “I might do 
very well.”

“Good.” Said Jason. “Because they sent me to fetch you to them. And to be honest, 
Doctor, as much as I love serving these beauties I’m sure they will kill me soon.”

I hurried my thrusts on this last poor girl and came quickly. She was unable to walk 
unaided after. I wiped my cock on the smock of the next girl in line and said “Wait for 
me.”

“Until the end of time, Sire!” chanted two score women waiting in line. They grabbed at 
me as I walked past.

On our walk to the twin’s suite I had time to reflect due to Jason’s pointed silence. He 
was normally of such cheer and so forth-coming. I looked down at him as we limped 
along next to me. He was a bit slumped – tired and bruised. His hair was a tangle. And 
was that the mark of a branding iron I saw on his rump through his tattered clothing? 

How was it I had been back from the garden with Her Worship for several days and had 
not thought to look in on him. It seemed to me that I was not handling my new power 
with much compassion. I then thought back on my approach to impregnating all those 
women. They were driven to lust in part by my supernatural stature and looks and in part 
by obeisance to their goddess, Her Worship. I had treated them like cattle coming to the 
slaughter, not like dignified flowers of womanhood.

I felt shame.

“Jason.”

“Sir?”

“It seems I’ve neglected my duties as a friend.”

He, being the great friend that he is, burst into a torrent of reasons on my behalf; reasons 
why I was justified to act as I did. I could only stop him by gently pinning him to the wall 
with three fingers to his chest.

“I’m sorry Jason.” I said. “It seems that the lust in me has been driven to even greater size 
than my frame. If only my compassion and reason had kept pace.”

“Apology accepted, Doctor. Please don’t say any more about it.”

“Now, what do you want me to do to these twins of yours?” I asked. “I’ll play it any way 
you want.”

He looked up at me. “Can you really take them? You’re bigger… but there are two of 
them. And they are the bitchenest lovers and fighters…”

“I dare say none but Her Worship could stand before me.” I tried to put some humility in 
my voice and failed.

Jason took on hope. “Then by all means, thrash them, Doctor! Spank them and make 
them beg for mercy and have them until they can’t walk!” 

“You would not mind?”

“Of course I wish I could be the one. But if you can, it is almost as good. They have 
nearly killed me several times and made me grovel like a dog for days, not to mention the 
physical pain. I admit I enter into it all willingly because of their beauty…” 

“As did those girls I have been molesting…” I interrupted. There was silence between us. 
Secretly I vowed to try and be more of a gentleman when I returned to the ladies waiting 
in line for me.

We walked on and finally came to the double door to the twin’s lair. Jason raised a hand 
to knock. I stopped him, then kicked the doors off the hinges with one foot. Jason clapped 
quietly from behind me. “Give them hell, sir.” He whispered.

The twins were locked in an embrace that drove my cock to full attention – which elicited 
a gasp from the girls. I admit, I was still a bit cowed by these tremendous creatures 
though they only came up to my chin when standing. But I took control of myself and 
barked an order.

“Get up strumpets!”

To my surprise, and relief, they hopped up like good solders and stood at attention, 
though they had impish gleams in their eyes. They were as alike as book ends, but no 
other women besides their own mother could come close to them for beauty and sheer 
animal magnetism.

“This one!” I barked at one of the, sticking my finger in her face. She looked cross-eyed 
at it – she had lovely green eyes. “Lick my shaft.”

“Yes sire.” She said, as pretty as you please, and knelt and planted my rod deep down her 
throat. And let me tell you, she knew what she was doing.

I looked over at Jason. His eyes were like saucers. We had expected a fight – or at least 
rough sex. But this girl was doing her level best to fill her belly with my hot jiz at my 
direction. The other sister continued to stand at attention. I grabbed the kneeling girls 
head and humped hard into her face for a few strokes, then feeling I would cum too soon 
I slowed down.

While her twin continued sucking me off I looked over the standing one. “Thou art the 
dumbest cunt I have seen yet. When I’m done with thy sister, I just might piss down thy 
throat.”

“An it please thee sire.” She said and half curtsied. 

I looked at Jason and told him what she said. He was as confused as I.

I had to take a moment suddenly, because the girl on her knees was forcing me to climax. 
Her deft fingers tickled my balls gently. She played my cock like a virtuoso! Her 
Worship herself could not have equaled the head I was receiving from the lips of her 
daughter. The room spun and I soon found myself being supported by the other sister. I 
leaned heavily on her has I crammed my stiff member into the face of her doppelganger. 
500 years of rampant sex had not been wasted on this vixen. I grabbed the back of her 
skull and humped, cramming my member deeper and deeper! I wailed and thrashed and 
would have tumbled but for the sturdy woman at my side holding me up. Eventually I 
could hold back no more and I came down her throat. She gulped and gagged down load 
after load. I pulled out still blasting. I creamed her face with the last of it.

Panting and sweating, I wiping my rod on her hair. She stood and helped stabilize me 
with her twin. I got my knees back and told them to line up again.

“Art thou, you two bitches, so fearful of me that you have become cowards?” I asked still 
panting.

For a moment they looked at each other, a twinkle crossed between them as if I said 
something funny. Then they looked forward again. “Permission to speak freely, sire?” 
asked the one who had just sucked me off. Cum still dripped from her chin onto her pert 
nipple.

“Granted.” I replied.

“Her Worship has commanded that we treat you as we are… and particularly that we 
encourage you to mate with us.” She curtsied and smiled very sweetly.

“That I will do.” I swore. Already my supernatural meat was regaining power.

I had been under the impression that having hammered Her Worship and lived to tell that 
I could withstand anything. I mean, these two girls lived in abject fear of their mother’s 
wrath. They did not match her in raw power. Nor did they, even as a pair, match her in 
beauty. But between the two of them, they took me to the brink of death only to pull me 
back at the last moment, and then to bring me their again, over and over. And all this they 
did in the name of carnal gratification. I cannot say they were violent. They just kept me 
aroused and sexually active for so long, and at such a peak, that I may never fully 
recover. At some point poor Jason slunk away, seeing that things were not going well for 
me. Indeed the two girls never flagged or lost a stroke.

And in time I was little more than a wet spot on the floor, helpless under their demanding 
orgasms. When there was nothing left of me they took to each other, using me as a 
mattress. I was reduced to begging for mercy as they humped each other on top of me.

And eventually mercy was granted, to my surprise. The girls stood over me, dripping 
juices. “Thou cravest a boon, sire?” panted one of them. The other stood fingering herself 
– ready for more.

“Rest.” I moaned. “Thou art killing me.”

They giggled. “Did thou expect to stand against us in sexual combat?” asked the one who 
was masturbating. “We have not stopped humping for almost 500 years – each. Our 
mother is the ruler here, but she has had no man since our father but thee.”

I tried to push myself up to a sitting position. The one not fingering herself helped me or I 
would not have made it. I gulped air and felt strength returning, slowly. This new body of 
mine was truly a marvel. I looked down at my rod. It was limp, finally, but red from 
friction. It extended over my leg and lay across the floor like a ship’s rope.

The one helping me to sit up, holding me, stroked my shoulder. I recognized the good 
cop/bad cop routine they had been using on me over the past days. One always acted 
tender and caressed me back to passionate frenzy. “We have never enjoyed a man like 
thee.” She whispered into my ear. My spine shivered and my cock twitched.

“Yes.” I snarled. “I am a man like none you have ever seen.” I staggered to my feet. They 
both came to my side and helped support me. “And if thou would let me but rest I will 
have a contest of a different sort with thee.”

“Sire?” They said in unison. 

“A contest of strength.”

The sound of their combined laughter took the wind out of me. I blushed. I grabbed one 
of their discarded frocks and held it over my body that had been naked for so long.

Then one took pity on my – I don’t know if they traded roles. She walked me to the bed 
and with tender kisses laid me down. Her sister soon had a servant carry a tub of hot 
water into the room and those two girls bathed me on their bed. They covered me with 
fresh linens. They scented my pillow and then they sang me to sleep.

As I was drifting off I heard one say, “Thou shall have thy fight, silly man. But be 
warned, next to fucking what we love to do most is fight.”

And she stroked my brow. And I slept.

I awoke to see these two giant women having their fun with my man, Jason. He was 
dutifully lapping at the groin of one of them while the other crammed his ass with a 
menacing strap on cock. She hammered slow and steady and he seemed used to the 
treatment. A pair of mortal girls fed the big twins bits of melon as Jason panted and 
grunted between them.

I was feeling fabulously rested. It was the first rest I had gained since the flame and I felt 
unstoppable.  Flipped off the cover and hopped to my feet. I came down with a crash that 
upset a chair and startled the wits out of the mortal girls and Jason.

“Enough of thy games with my friend, strumpets!” I snarled over at them. “I shall make 
thee pay!”

The twins looked at each other calmly over Jason’s taxed frame. The one up his ass 
asked, “Would you like the first go at him sister?” The one she addressed looked down at 
Jason’s head in her muff, looking very small against her puffy growler.

“Yes, I think  shall.”

“Save some for me.” Said the first.

“We’ll see dear sister.” Said the second as she stood and stepped over Jason. Her twin 
continued cramming Jason who was powerless to help himself. And to be honest it 
seemed as if he was half-enjoying it!

She circled me. I kept my eye on her. “Thou art a big man.” She moaned. At the feel of 
her breath on me my rod bounced to life and sprang out like a mighty club. “Oh my… a 
big man indeed.” She gasped.

“But that is not the muscle thou shall fear this time, wench!” I snarled and I leaped at her.

I don’t know how she did it. It was if she was made of air. One moment I all but had her 
in my grip and the next I tumbled to the floor and she slipped onto my back, pulling my 
arm painfully behind me!

She wrenched my arm high over my back – I yelped – she giggled. Then she stood up 
and let go, kicking me lightly in the side as she did. “Try again thou big lummox.” She 
taunted. She stepped back and gave me time to gain my feet. I rubbed my arm and circled 
her.

I faked a lunge. She didn’t take the bate like her mother had. She was not nearly as strong 
as her mother but she was quicker and more experienced – a far better wrestler. I lunged 
again, but this time she planted a punch in the side of my head when I was off balance. It 
spun me over and I half stumbled. 

Instinctively I gained my feet but she was on my face with a flurry of fists, driving me 
back into the wall. I blocked maybe one of every five shots. When she had me against the 
wall she planted a foot hard in my belly. I doubled over. She grabbed my neck and 
flipped me over her back onto a table. I crashed through it to the floor.

Again she backed off and let me stand. I cleared my head. “Come, big man.” She 
ordered. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

I stumbled toward her and swung, feeling that if I could connect just a few times that she 
would be out cold. I swung at her head and connected with air. She tapped me on the 
shoulder from behind. I whirled around swinging and missed again. She giggled and gave 
me a light slap across the face. For every full-out swing I tried to land on her she 
successfully landed an insulting slap on my face. I grew mad like a raging bull as she 
danced before me egging me on!

“Come, sister!” called her twin. “I want my turn!”

“I grow tired of the sport. I shall set him up for you.” Called back the girl I was fighting, 
even as she ducked two punches.

Then her foot shot up and flattened my nose. I fell over backwards, stunned. When I 
opened my eyes I saw her rump plummeting down onto me! She bounced it on my chest 
and hopped to her feet. I doubled up but she pulled me to my feet using my hair. She 
tucked my head between her thighs then leaped over my back doing a monkey roll. This 
maneuver flipped me hard over her as she landed. She let go, throwing me across the 
room. I landed in a crumpled heap at her sister’s feet.

The girl pulled her frightening strap-on from the rump of my hapless companion. She 
tossed him to a corner where he lay limp. “Fresh meat!” she snarled. I staggered to my 
feet, but fell to one knee in the attempt. “Sister!” She shouted. “Thou hast over-done thy 
part of the fighting as usual! He is helpless!”

“It could not be helped.” Returned the other. “For all his strength, size and glory, he is 
slow and lacking in fighting skill. He was helpless from the start.”

While she was listening to her sister I snuck in a sucker-punch on this new adversary. I 
hit her with everything I had. She flew back and landed flat. Her sister laughed. I dived 
on her and clutched her neck in my hands. She smiled up at me as her face turned white, 
then blue, in contrast to the red mark my fist left on her cheek.

“I will suffocate thee with my ass.” She gasped. “Thou will suck my cock and beg for 
mercy.”

“Not likely!” I barked down at her. 

But the words were barely from my lips when she slipped a foot up between my arms and 
crammed it into my face, rocking my head back. She giggled at my stunned expression, 
then she kicked me in the face again.

My hands fell off her throat. A third time she mashed my face and I fell backwards. She 
leaped on me and stuffed her strap-on in my face. She pounded my lips with it. “Thou 
shall beg for this!” she snarled.

She got up. I staggered to my feet. She grabbed my head and rammed our two foreheads 
together. I dropped.

I got to my knees. She stepped over me with her big hard rump in my face. Her iron legs 
clammed down on my neck. Me head was forced up her ass-crack as she fell backwards 
onto it. Her legs tightened as if to cut my head from my body!

Air was not to be had! She sat on my face and decided if I should live or die! All of my 
struggles could not help me gain the upper hand, or even to upset her balance on my face. 
She seemed to anticipate my every move.

“Thou may be big and thou may have tasted from the fire of eternity.” She snarled. “But 
thou are nothing but a man. I have killed many men. I have let many live. It is all the 
same to me. But for thou to live will mean to beg for my shaft up thy ass. Say it now, or 
die as thou art.”

What could I do? It did not matter that I was the strongest man who ever lived.  I was no 
match for this child-like women of 500 years.

“Please mistress…” I choked out.

“I’m listening.”

“I wish to live! Please grant me life!”

“And?”

I was near blacking out. I knew what she was waiting for. I had to make it sound good. 
“And please find me worthy as thy servant to fuck and destroy as thou see fit.”

For a moment her legs stayed firm on my neck “Please…” I gasped once more. And then 
she let up. I was too weak to roll out from under her rump! I still could not breath. But 
mercifully she lifted her tremendous ass and I gulped sweet air.

But before I could gulp enough she filled my throat with bulging strap-on. Inch by inch 
she sank the shaft to the hilt down my throat, smiling down at me.

“Thou were the closest thing we have had to a challenge in our lives, slave.” She 
whispered. She performed a few slow drives on my face then she pulled back. “Present 
me with thy ass.” She commanded.

Still gasping for air, I consented. As she mounted me her sister settled on a bed before 
me. The hammering on my ass drove my face into her waiting pie.

The next few days are variations on this theme. But eventually they listened to my pleas 
for mercy. I was allowed to go free and heal for a week so long as I promised to tell all 
who asked about how they had dominated me both sexually and physically. They wanted 
word to spread that there was still no one who could compete with them except Her 
Worship. And to raise questions, they made me promise to dress in a frock reminiscent of 
those worn by little girls in this realm, complete with hair ribbons. This last part had them 
laughing royally at my expense. The frock is a white and blue pleated jumper with a bow 
in the back.

And so a maiden was tasked with making an outfit big enough for me which she did 
quickly, given that the order came from the twins.

I returned to my rooms dressed as they commanded to find the line of maidens still 
waiting for me. How they laughed to see me. The first in line was one of the guards I had 
planked at the city gate. I shoved her up against the wall and mounted her without 
ceremony or lubrication. My enormous tool filled that women as her howls filled the 
halls.

After I came I shoved her quivering frame to the floor and snarled, “Next.”

Half the line backed away. Half the line jockeyed to be next. But the laughing had 
stopped.

I grabbed the three biggest and most luscious and most eager, and shoved them into my 
room. These I used to rub my aching muscles, to anoint me, to see to my wounds. They 
asked what had happened, and as the twins had commanded I told them. 

“They will kill thee, my lord.” Whispered the lass oiling my shoulders. Her full lips 
pressed my ear and her hot breath panted down my neck. I pulled her over onto my lap. 
My boner shot up between her legs and nestled between her breasts. She stared as it – 
stunned into silence. 

I pressed her mouth onto the tip of it and she did her best. “What makes thee so sure, 
wench?” I asked. Her mouth was too full to answer but one of the girls rubbing my feet 
piped up.

“They have let thee go as a cat lets go a mouse before delivering a death bow, sire. It is 
their way.”

The other agreed, “And besides, thou hast completed the mission set for thee by Her 
Worship.”

“What mission?” I asked.

“Thou hast had relations with every maiden of child-bearing years in the realm. And well 
more than half already show signs of being with child. I dare say thou hast impregnated 
us all.”

“Art thou saying I no longer enjoy Her Worships protection?” I asked getting a bit 
nervous.

“That is only for Her Worship to say.”

I stood quickly, dropping the girl from my dick as I sprang for the door. 

“Sire!”

“Stay!” I shouted back and was off.

When I reached Her Worship’s outer chambers two of her guards tried to stop me. I had 
their necks in my hands as I entered.

Her Worship was being fed melon by a lovely girl I remembered satisfying just before 
going to see the twins.

“Your Worship.” I announced as I dropped to my knees.

“Let my guards go, Erik.” She said coolly.

I released them and they fell limp to the floor at my sides. Though I’m sure I did not kill 
them.

Without looking my way Her Worship went on. “You look ridiculous dressed like a little 
girl.” Her masked face turned to me and pinned me. “You do not deserve the honor of 
such dress.”

I gasped, “Have I displeased thee, Worship?” I almost cried.

“You are weak. And, given the way my daughters handled thee, I may no longer call thee 
mine.” She turned back to her servant. “thou art no longer worthy of me. Go. Thou art 
their toy now.”

I staggered from the room certain that my life was in the hands of those who would enjoy 
taking it from me when next we met.

That is when I determined that I must leave.

Back in my rooms I secured the help of those three maidens I had left there by assuring 
them tender sexual favors. It was they who packed provisions for me and helped me 
navigate my way back to the entrance to the cave – where the twins had first found us. It 
was they who tracked down Jason and brought him to me.

At first he didn’t want to go, but my maidens overpowered him, bound and gagged him. 
The women here truly were amazing.

We slipped away in the night. At the entrance to the cave I spent hours tenderly giving 
deep, penetrating love to each of my savior maidens. And there I left them, resting in the 
recesses of the cave, covered in goo and bear skins.

Then, with Jason strapped to my back I dived into the freezing waters and began 
swimming. Of course such a scheme would be bound to fail were it not for my super 
human strength, provided by Her Worship’s garden fire.

After a few hours in the water I untied Jason and told him to hold on. 

The bad news came after three days of swimming. I was getting smaller. Her Worship 
had told me it would fade. But did it have to be when I needed it most. Within two more 
days I was nearly the same size as Jason. My frock was too big to wear and so I wiggled 
free of it. I had made great progress, however. The water was even getting warmer. But 
the bundle of fruit was running low.

Just as I began to find Jason too heavy to keep afloat a ship appeared on the horizon. I 
swam for it with all that was left of my strength. As luck would have it, I was in its path – 
a luxury cruise ship.

It took Jason and me aboard. Two nurses rushed Jason and I into sick bay. A doctor tired 
to assist, but finding us in reasonable health and feeling like a third wheel given the 
amorous touches given to us by our nurses, he left. 

The ladies had always found Jason erotic. But for my part I was a bit stunned at the 
attention I was getting until I noticed that at least one part of me had retained some glory. 
My cock hung to my knees until that nurse had administered her warm care to it. 

I rolled over on her and yanked her white gown up roughly.

To my surprise she grabbed my arm and twisted it. I dropped to the floor at her feet as 
she held me in a painful arm bar. “Don’t get rough, mister.” She whispered. “We’re 
gonna have fun, but we’re gonna do it my way.”

“As you wish!” I grunted. “Anything you say.”

And she left me up. And her a mere wisp of a girl – mortal – of normal stature. Yet 
singularly firm about the shoulders, hips and legs.

“You’re stronger than you look.” I moaned as I stood. Then I noticed she was actually as 
tall as me.

Her smile was light. “I’m strong enough to get what I want. And before you hurt me with 
that thing…” Here she took a firm hold of my bobbing, hard staff. “I’m going to require a 
little face time.” Then she leaned back on the bed and planted my lips on her quim.

Three days later when we reached shore, she let me out of sick bay.

And so that is how this manuscript has made it back to civilization. I wrote it believing 
none will believe. But I felt compelled to record the events of the most spectacular time 
in my life. 

My visit with Her Worship.