The Magic Ring, Pt 2: The Guardsmen

Suzanne, the witch, shows two guardsmen the power of the Goddess.

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The Magic Ring Pt. 2 - The Guardsmen

	"Suzanne, the point of the exercise is to stay alive!" Fergus explained 
as he rubbed warm oil into Suzanne's broad back. They were naked, in the 
wide, low bed in the attic of Fergus' tailor shop.
	"Fergus, I can do it! With the power the Goddess Maeve has granted me I 
can simply fight my way in, break Baron Robert over my knee, and fight 
my way out." Suzanne's white brow was wrinkled with anger and 
determination. "As long as the occupation is destroyed, I barely care 
about getting out!"
	"Don't talk that way, my love. I would hope that you would want to stay 
alive for my sake, if naught else. You can come through this mission 
alive, and go on to a life of happiness. Don't throw that away in your 
zeal to destroy the Baron." Fergus laid his slender chest down on her 
broad back and kissed her neck as he rubbed oil into her shoulders and 
biceps. "By the Goddess, Suzanne, I believe you've gotten bigger," 
Fergus said, caressing her relaxed, firm arms.
	It had been two weeks since the full moon night when the witch-woman 
had received the blessing of the Goddess. By a magical spell she had 
grown to over seven feet tall, with the strength of four common men. 
Since then she and her lover, Fergus the village tailor, had used the 
Magic Ring four times. Beginning each time with the orgasm that 
triggered her growth, they had made love, Fergus feeling tiny at his 
5'9". Fergus emerged bruised but always happy, and filled with a joy and 
energy that he associated with the magic.
	"I believe that you are right, Fergus," she said, sitting up and 
dumping Fergus on the bed. She flexed her right arm and the muscles 
rippled, her biceps clearly defined and thick. 'Each time that I've 
returned to my normal size I have felt a small bit thicker, a little 
harder."
	Fergus rose to his knees and faced her. Fergus' slender build was a 
contrast to Suzanne's muscular, voluptuous body. Now Fergus leaned into 
her and kissed her flexed arm while cupping her heavy breast. She pulled 
him to her and ran her hands over his body.
	"Truth to tell, my love," she said, "I think it's happening to you, 
too! Show me your arm, my lad."
	Fergus flexed his right arm and blushed. After several years as 
Suzanne's lover, he was still embarrassed to directly compare his little 
muscles with his lover's strong arms. Now he was surprised to see his 
own biceps swell beyond its normal skinny-but-hard state. He flexed his 
other arm and his chest.
	"You look good, my handsome lad, but don't get any ideas," Suzanne said 
as she flexed her own arms, her big breasts lifting as she hardened her 
thick chest. Fergus felt his cock stiffening as he realized that she had 
probably grown more than him. Since she had been stronger than him by a 
good measure before, that meant that he was now actually weaker, in 
comparison to her, than before.
	She held out her hands, palms out, and he locked his fingers into hers. 
"Now push," she purred, "let's see if you've really gotten stronger"
	Fergus tried to move Suzanne's arms. They had played this game many 
times, but now he went at it with new vigor. He *felt* stronger, and he 
was taller than Suzanne, though no heavier. He used his weight and put 
his back into it.
	It was no use.
	Suzanne felt exceptionally good. Even when she was in her common form 
she felt unconquerable. She looked at Fergus as he strained against her. 
His skinny frame was definitely more muscular than ever before. His 
previously featureless chest now had some definition, and his shoulders 
were thicker. But he had about as much muscle as Suzanne had at the age 
of 16 years. Even if she hadn't grown stronger still, he would have been 
no match for her. When they had played at this in the past, she had had 
to work at overpowering him. Now she just hardened herself and waited 
for his puny muscles to fail.
	She loved the feelings of power and sexual pleasure that she got by 
dominating Fergus. She no more wanted to lie on her back and be taken 
than she wished to be a slave to men like Baron Robert in any other way. 
No, it was she who would give commands and, with the strength she had 
always had, she who would use her man's body for the sexual delight that 
she liked so well.
	All of this went through her mind as she held her lover's hands 
motionless before her. Now his little arms were beginning to tremble. 
She smiled predatorially at him.
	"Ah, my sweet one, you will never be as strong as me," she said, as she 
began to bend back his wrists, "Your arms are still as soft and weak as 
a little boy's, compared to mine."
	Suzanne drove him down onto the bed, straddling him and pinning his 
hands on the soft cover. In the hot summer night he had begun to sweat, 
and she licked the salty taste from his chest and shoulders, then bit 
his neck hard. Fergus struggled under her, bucking his hips in a futile 
effort to throw her off. His effort did bring his hard member into 
contact with her womanhood. She released his neck and slammed her hips 
onto him, stopping his movement. She rubbed her pussy on him as she 
gathered his two skinny wrists into her right hand. She pinned his arms 
over his head, reached between her legs, and guided him into her. She 
began to ride him hard.
	She gazed at the Magic Ring on the stand next to the bed, and felt a 
thrill of delight. But for now she would use her natural strength to 
take them both into the Goddess' heaven.
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       When they had finished they returned to discussing their plans. 
Fergus lay with his head on the Witch's shoulder, her arms holding him, 
muscles hard, her breasts pillowy under his cheek. He kneaded her big 
breasts, rolling Suzanne's nipples in his fingers as she purred in the 
afterglow of their love.
	"My dearest, it seems to me that if we are to breach the walls of the 
Baron's keep we need an agent on the inside," Fergus said.
	Suzanne raised her head in interest.
	"Say on, my love..."
	"Perhaps we could bribe one of the garrison," he said, "or discover 
some secret that could bend one of them to our will."
	Suzanne thought of the ring as she squeezed her lover's slender 
shoulders. "I believe that the Goddess has put a far better tool into 
our hands!"
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       Derek and Ulf were two of Baron Robert's oath-bound men. They had 
come with him to the village and joined gladly in his campaign of terror 
and tyranny. So it was no surprise to Fergus to find them behind a 
tavern having a 'conversation' with one of the merchants.
	Derek, the smaller of the two, was waving a dagger under the man's nose 
as the gigantic Ulf held him helpless. He heard some remark about taxes 
as Derek reached for the merchant's leather coin-purse. A well-aimed 
pebble bounced off Ulf's forehead, causing him to startle and loosen his 
grip on the merchant. Another stone, larger, knocked the knife from 
Derek's hand. The merchant squirmed away and ran, but before the two 
guards could follow, a hail of stones rained on them, and they heard 
Fergus' taunting voice from the other end of the alley. With just a 
moment's hesitation the two set off in hot pursuit of the sprinting 
tailor.
	The foreigners could not match Fergus' knowledge of the village's 
alleys. They found themselves in a dark courtyard, uncertain which way 
to turn, when powerful hands reached out and grasped them each by the 
neck. Their heads slammed together and the lights went out of their 
eyes.
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	When Derek opened his eyes he was bound tightly to a post, upright in 
the dark. His hands were behind the post, and heavy ropes held his torso 
and legs. Next to him, Ulf was similarly bound, visible in the thin 
moonlight that filtered in through cracks in their prison.
	A spark was struck before them, and the dim light of a brazier sprang 
up. In the firelight stood a young peasant woman, clad only in a 
breechclout and a scarf tied around her full breasts.
	"Ah, my fine bully boys," she spoke, her voice a sensuous purr, "Bound 
and rendered helpless by a woman's strength!"
	Ulf roared, "Little bitch! You lie; no woman laid me low, nor ever 
shall." He strained at his bonds, but Derek remained still and silent. 
To his surprise, the peasant seemed to be sexually excited, for her hand 
was under her breechclout, and she sauntered toward Ulf with a catlike 
swivel.
	"You are wrong, little man," she said, her voice hardening. She stood 
now before Ulf, almost a foot shorter than he. With her left hand still 
busy, she flexed her right arm, displaying thick, hard muscle. "It was 
this arm that made you helpless." She slapped Ulf hard across the face 
once, then again, said, "And this arm that will break you!" The peasant 
began undoing Ulf's breeches, pulling them away from his groin. A sneer 
played across her full lips.
	"You Norman men have prods like minnows. Can this puny thing get hard, 
Ulf?" She was pulling and pinching the huge man's cock, while she played 
with herself.
	"You stinking Saxon cunt," Ulf roared, as his prick grew long and hard, 
"I'll spit you like a goose."
	"Not with that toy, Ulf. Half our girls have clitties bigger than 
that." She was obviously excited now, and Derek was deeply confused, 
almost forgetting his situation as he watched. The woman was now 
stroking and squeezing Ulf's hard cock, then suddenly she balled her 
fist and struck the guardsman hard in his gut. She must have taken him 
by surprise, Derek thought, for her fist drove deep into him, and he 
grunted loudly. His cock went to half-mast, and the peasant girl's full 
lips parted with laughter.
	Ulf was silent now, straining at his bonds with all his might, making 
the ropes creak. His eyes were wild, and the veins in his neck bulged as 
his face suffused with blood.
	"You are Ulf Watson of the Baron's guard. Your crimes are well known to 
every member of this village. Now I claim the right to punish you, in 
the name of justice and the Goddess Maeve." The Girl's voice rang strong 
and hard. As she finished her statement she threw back her head and 
Derek saw that she was coming, her hand moving under the cloth. 
	Then all of Derek's confusion and fascination were banished by an 
amazing sight. Before his eyes the beautiful peasant began to shine with 
a blue-white radiance, as though moonlight were reflected from her 
flesh. She raised her fists high, and flexed her arms. She grew taller 
as he watched, her shoulders widening and her breasts swelling. She was 
as tall as Ulf now, her hip and thighs expanding past the simple 
breechcloth's strength. It tore and fell away. Her chest and back grew 
huge and thick tearing the scarf from her breasts, leaving her naked. 
Now she grew past Ulf, and her muscles were swelling and hardening, her 
biceps and thighs grown smooth, round and hard as stone. Derek's mind 
ground to a halt as he stared at the wonder.
	The woman was now more than a head taller than Ulf. Her shoulders and 
hips dwarfed his, and her huge breasts swayed just below his eyes. The 
witch-light faded from her flesh, but her eyes shone silver. She lowered 
her massive arms and took Ulf's chin in one big hand.
	Ulf's face had gone from raging red to pasty white. His eyes were wide 
and his jaw hung slack. His eyes flicked from the monster's face to her 
palm-sized nipples and his tongue licked his lips. Ulf's cock had 
shriveled, and the demoness wrapped her other hand completely around his 
genitals, engulfing them.
	"You pig," the giant shouted, "I should twist your puny manhood off and 
leave you to bleed out on the floor!" She released his chin only to 
raise her hand and deliver a ringing slap. Her palm drove his face 
sideways and he cried out. Derek assumed she must be squeezing Ulf's 
parts, for he was writhing in her grasp and gasping.
	"How many woman have you raped with this, you little bully?" She 
slapped him again, turning his head back the other way. 'How does it 
feel to be so little and weak?" She gripped his chin again and turned 
his face up to hers.
	"You fucking crazy witch," Ulf said, some of his anger returning, 
"release me and I'll show you just how weak I am!"
	The witch appeared to consider this. Then she released Ulf's parts and 
grasped one of the thick ropes that bound his chest. With a pull that 
seemed nearly effortless she snapped the rope.
	"All right, Ulf," she said, snapping the next binding coil, "that 
sounds fine. I'll release you and we'll see how weak you are!"
	Derek watched as the huge demoness broke the last of Ulf's bonds. As 
Ulf was freeing his wrists from the final coils of the rope she raised 
her hand and delivered a slap that sent the big guardsman sprawling.
	"Get up, weakling, if you're not afraid to fight a girl..."
	Ulf roared and sprang to his feet, charging the giant. She braced 
herself, hands out before her, and caught him by the upper arms, 
stopping him in his tracks. The huge woman barely rocked with the 
impact, then she pushed Ulf back to the length of her long, muscular 
arms. Ulf was twisting in her grip, but seemed to get nowhere. Derek 
could see why. The big guardsman looked like a little boy next to the 
demoness.
	She pulled Ulf's arms up, straight out from his sides, gripping his 
muscles. "Now, as you said, let's see how weak you are. Your arms are a 
bit hard, it's true. What will happen if I give them a little squeeze?" 
The muscles in her huge forearms flexed and bunched and Ulf roared 
again, this time in pain. She was working her grip on his arms, and 
Derek saw her kneading and crushing Ulf's biceps. Ulf was digging his 
heels in, trying to find some leverage, but now he was fighting the pain 
as she made pulp of his flesh.
	"There", the demoness said, "soft as mush, just as I thought. I bet 
your gut is just as soft. She raised one leg. Her thigh was huge, her 
calf as big as Ulf's knotted thigh. She planted a kick in his belly, 
then two more, swift as lightning. Ulf was lifted from the ground, and 
sagged in her arms, held unable to double over. She shook him hard, 
saying, "Stand up and fight, little pig, unless you're too weak." She 
again kicked his belly and released him, allowing him to fall to his 
knees clutching his belly. The witch towered over him, flexing her body 
and laughing.
	"Get up, piglet, get up and meet your doom..."
	Ulf suddenly sprang up and drove his shoulder into the woman's stomach. 
She let air out with a whoof, but held her ground. Ulf was pulling at 
her thigh, trying to unbalance her, but she was unmoved. She put one 
hand on his neck, where he strained against her midsection. Her arm 
bulged and his legs knotted as he tried to resist. She shook her leg 
free of his other arm and stepped over his shoulder. With a swift move 
she trapped him between her huge thighs. She began to flex and squeeze, 
then she dropped quickly to her knees. Her iron muscles held Ulf a foot 
off the ground, and Derek heard a dull crack as Ulf's ribs started to 
go.
	Ulf began to moan and beg. Clearly in pain now, he pleaded with the 
demoness to release him, to let him live. Derek had never heard fear 
like that in the big man's voice.
	But the giant woman meant to show him no mercy. Her huge thighs flexed 
and more ribs popped, then she spread her legs and dropped him. In a 
panic Ulf began to crawl away. She spun around and watched for a moment, 
then caught his ankle in her left hand. She raised her right fist and 
brought it down like a hammer on Ulf's lower calf. Ulf screamed as the 
bone snapped. She held her grip on his ankle, twisting it 
excruciatingly. She stood and released him, walking around to his head, 
facing Derek.
	For the first time, she regarded the smaller guardsman. "Now watch, 
little man, and witness justice," she said. She took Ulf's thick arm in 
one hand and twisted it up behind his back. His muscles quivered as he 
tried to resist, but she simply moved him at will. Derek heard the 
muscles in Ulf's shoulders tear, and the bones snap as she twisted it, 
the big guard screaming. She did the same with the other arm, the 
screams reduced to pitiful whimpers now. 'This is what I want to do to 
Baron Robert, Derek," she growled as she punched in a few ribs. "I want 
to tear his body apart in my hands!"
	Finally she picked the big man up, quivering and moaning. Her huge arms 
rippled with muscle as she lifted him, then dropped him down onto her 
knee. His spine snapped like a twig across her leg, and she rolled him 
onto the floor, dead.
	Derek stared at the corpse, but then there was a wall of white, hard 
flesh before his eyes. The witch was standing before him, his eyes just 
higher than her nipples. Before he could react, her hand slapped his 
face hard. He began to cry and beg. "Please, demon, do not destroy me! 
I'm nothing! Nothing at all! I'm so little and weak compared to you, 
please don't harm me..."
	"You are Derek, also of the guards," the demoness said. "You are a 
thief and a rascal, but you have not harmed the people of the villages 
in the way Ulf once did." She was tearing away his clothes, ripping the 
strong hempen cloth like cobwebs until he was almost naked. "Well, 
well," the demon laughed, gripping Derek's meaty member, "the mouse is 
fitted for a man..." She plunged her big mouth onto his, and worked his 
cock until it was standing tall. Then she snapped his ropes and gathered 
his wrists into one big hand. With her left arm she lifted Derek from 
the ground, until his eyes were level with hers.
	Derek's mind ground to a halt. The giant woman's eyes held him as 
surely as her hand prisoned his. It seemed to him that they shone 
silver, as she worked his member in her huge fist. "If you wish to avoid 
your comrade's fate, you will listen and obey, Derek,"  she worked his 
cock harder. "You will be my slave in every way, little mouse, but I 
will ask only little from you..." She brought him to orgasm, his seed 
spurting over her hand to land in the straw. "There, sweetheart, didn't 
that feel good? But don't let your prod fail me now, mouse..." Her eyes 
burned silver, and Derek felt himself grow hard in her hand again, even 
as he spurted his last. His mind was calm and empty now, full of the 
light of her eyes like moonlight in water. "Now listen closely, and 
learn how to preserve your life..."
	The witch whispered instructions to him and kissed him, bringing him 
toward another spasm. Sometimes she whispered, sometimes she spoke 
imperiously, as the moonlight and her voice and his orgasms and her 
overpowering strength mingled in Derek's helpless mind. When he finally 
lost consciousness he was a quivering, drooling mass of lust and fear.
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	Derek was found lying in the streets the next day, reeking of wine, and 
telling a tale of a bar-fight a town or two over. He was disciplined 
lightly, and fell back into the routine of the guards. The villagers 
observed changes in the little guardsman, though. He no longer swaggered 
in quite the same way, and he was respectful and cautious around women 
in a way that he had never been before.
	Ulf never returned to the barracks. No corpse ever surfaced, and it as 
assumed that he had deserted. His pay was split among the other guards, 
and no great effort was ever made to find him.
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	"So, my love, we have our worm in the meat of Baron Robert's 
household," Suzanne said. She was in her giant form, the ring on her 
finger, and she was using her love for her pleasure. Fergus was pressed 
to her chest by one mighty arm, his head buried in her lovely breasts, 
as she cupped his butt in her other hand. She was slamming his cock into 
her surprisingly tiny pussy, while all he could do was hold on tight and 
enjoy the sensation of being used as a human dildo. His hands made no 
dent in her stony muscles as he held on tight to her, his mouth worked 
on her nipple as he headed for his third orgasm of the night.
	"Derek will be ours when we need him, and until then he will go about 
his business as though nothing unusual had happened," she said, grinding 
him into her, just short of pain as she tried to be gentle.
	'Mistress, I knew nothing of the power of enchantment that the ring has 
given you," Derek said, panting, "It is a mighty thing all of itself."
	"So it is, my sweet, and it may not be the only surprise the Goddess 
has for you," she replied. "But now is not the time for talk, my love."
	Fergus felt the warm, electric tingling of the ring's power flow 
through him as Suzanne came again, crushing him to her pillowy breasts 
and rock-hard belly.