Sonja the Gatherer
by Seldom (seldomlasts@yahoo.com)
Sonja must retrieve an antidote. Brutally of course.


***** AUTHOR'S NOTE *****

This is the third Sonja story I have written. It's a re-working of an
original idea for the story by the artist Zebodoy. You can see his
excellent illustrations of Sonja in comic form at www.awefilms.com (he
drew the picture featured on the index page for my stories). I'll
continue posting Sonja stories here on Diana's wonderful site, but the
comics are only available at Awefilms.


As always, comments and criticisms are welcome. Please e-mail and let me
know what you think!

* * * * *

The elderly doctor nervously shuffled to the door. A beautiful teenage
girl clung at his arm, staying slightly behind him. Her skin was
bruised, but the bruises were faint, fading. Lightning flashed and
thunder crashed when he opened the door, briefly illuminating an
enormous muscular figure covered in blood. The girl gasped and squeezed
the blood out of the doctor's arm, quivering in fear. The doctor gently
eased the girl's white-knuckled grip, wincing at the pain. The girl
didn't know her own young, healthy strength.

"Mistress Sonja," the doctor whispered reverently to the figure in the
doorway. "Please, come in, come in. How can I help you?"

Sonja grunted and ducked her head, squeezing her massive shoulders
sideways through the frame. She gingerly shifted her burden to one
rippling muscular arm, using the other to clear off the dining table.
She carefully lay John down and gestured at the doctor. Water drained
off her giant figure, washing gore down onto the wood flooring. The
doctor wisely did not complain. He leaned over John's unconscious form
and did a careful inspection. He dipped his fingers down the boy's
throat and withdrew them, smelling them.

"The bones are cleanly broken, his wounds are mostly superficial and
will heal with time, but he's been given a powerful slow-acting poison,"
the doctor pronounced gravely.

Sonja understood and nodded. Slow-acting because Abrams couldn't have
known she'd show up so quickly. She felt a hand on her wrist and looked
down. The pretty girl looked up at her adoringly, holding up a rinse
basin. Sonja rinsed her gore-streaked hands clean. She cupped the girl's
cheek and turned her head, inspecting the healing cuts and bruises. She
grunted approvingly.

The girl suddenly flung her arms around Sonja's waist and hugged
tightly. Sonja shot an embarrassed glance at the doctor and awkwardly
patted the girl's head. The girl slipped an arm under Sonja's armor and
rubbed her hand over the bumpy layers of hard, rippling abs.

"I think she's thanking you for saving her life. She hasn't spoken since
you brought her. Shock, I think," the doctor said. Sonja felt the girl's
soft carresses and tender kisses against her skin and became aroused.
The doctor turned and started cleaning John's wounds as the girl took a
wet sponge and began cleaning Sonja's gory body. Sonja tried to
concentrate on the doctor's words as shudders of pleasure ran through
her gigantic body at the girl's gentle ministrations.

"I know this smell," the doctor said. "The poison and its antidote are
made by a very unfriendly witch. She deals in rare poisons and potions,
and lives as a hermit in the woods that form the border between Larin
and Tanikira." Tanikira was a large, rich country that dealt in trade
and manufacturing, its southern border mainly uninhabited forest.

The girl urged Sonja to sit down. The massive warrior settled her bulk
on a stool that creaked dangerously under her weight. The girl's quick
nimble fingers removed blood-stained battle armor, which she efficiently
cleaned. Sonja was reminded of John's earlier care and decided she liked
the peasants of this country.

"I can keep this boy alive for another week, perhaps longer, but I will
need the antidote to revive him," the doctor continued. "The woods are
over a day's ride from here. I suggest you start early tomorrow
morning." Thunder punctuated his words as wind from the rainstorm howled
outside.

Sonja grunted an acknowledgement. The girl moved her mouth to Sonja's
huge breast. She attached her pretty lips to Sonja's large erect nipple
and began suckling. Sonja ran her fingers through the girl's long, soft
hair and panted in arousal. The doctor tried to ignore them as he worked
on John's damaged body.

Sonja moved her hand down to cup the girl's firm round ass and lifted
the girl onto her gigantic thigh to plant a strong, dominant kiss on her
lips. The girl moaned softly and rubbed her legs and crotch against the
rippling muscles of Sonja's thigh. Sonja gently removed the girl's long
shirt and tenderly cupped her large, soft breasts, inspecting the cuts.
She grunted in approval at the healing's progress. The doctor had done
well. Sonja gently pushed her finger into the girl's wet pussy. The girl
gasped but didn't protest, aroused but also in pain. Sonja removed her
finger and cradled the girl in her huge arms. She lifted the girl, her
vast muscles barely registering the inconsequential weight, and tenderly
licked the dew from her tender pussy. The girl threw her legs over
Sonja's boulder-like shoulders and exposed her dripping pussy to Sonja's
mouth. She moaned in arousal and pleasure and began pumping her hips,
trying to draw Sonja's tongue inside herself. Sonja obliged and slid her
long tongue far into the girl's cave. She licked the girl's cervix while
gently tickling the girl's clitoris with her upper lip and the warm
breath from her nose. The girl's moans grew louder and her thrashing
wilder until she grunted and panted out a long, wet orgasm that coated
Sonja's tongue and lips with her cum.

Sonja cradled the healthy young girl's body in her huge arms, resting
the girl against her hip. The girl threw her arms around Sonja's neck
and hugged her tightly. "My name's Lily," she whispered into Sonja's
ear. "Thank you for saving me. Thank you so much." Sonja grunted an
acknowledgement. Lily squirmed her curvacious body against Sonja's bare
skin, rubbing one long well-muscled leg against Sonja's nipple.

"If you want me to come with you, I will. I'll stay with you always, if
you want. I owe my life to you," Lily continued into Sonja's ear. Sonja
heard the note of reluctance in her voice and turned her gaze to Lily,
eyebrows raised in question. Lily cast her eyes down, not meeting
Sonja's gaze. Tears welled up in her eyes. "It's just that, well, Doctor
Giles saved me too. I'd like to thank him, and stay with him and help
him help people, like you and he helped me. I owe you both so much."
Lily buried her face in Sonja's shoulder and clutched her tightly,
waiting for Sonja to decide what to do with her.

Lily opened her eyes at the feel of Sonja's finger gently stroking her
cheek. She blinked away her tears and looked into Sonja's emerald eyes.
Sonja kissed her softly, then gestured her head at the doctor, still
working on cleaning John's wounds, his concentration on healing so
intense he had no idea what had happened behind his back just moments
ago. Finished, he drew a blanket over John and carefully tucked it in
around him.

Sonja released Lily and she ran over to the doctor and hugged him
tightly. The doctor blinked in confusion and awkwardly patted the naked
girl on the back, trying to ignore his erection, reminding himself that
the girl was less than half his age. She thrust her lush hips against
him and rubbed her leg over his erection, making herself very difficult
to ignore.

"Mister Doctor Giles, sir, thank you so much for saving me. I'm Lily.
Please can I stay with you please?" she pleaded in a rushed jumble of
words. She wriggled her luscious body against his and nuzzled his cheek,
letting the smell of her beautiful long honey-brown hair fill his
nostrils.

The doctor looked terribly flustered. He looked up at Sonja and she
grinned. "Well, ah, I'm not sure that would be, um, appropriate, I mean,
um, proper," he stammered.

Lily gripped him tighter, large muscles built from a lifetime of hard
work clutching almost painfully around his rather thin frame. "Please my
whole family is dead I know what I want to do now I want to stay here
and heal people with you I'll marry you please don't be uncomfortable
with me please?"

"Marry?" he gulped. Sonja raised her eyebrow at him and nodded her head,
her expression stern. "Um, well, ok, sure, I guess you can stay here and
learn the arts of healing," the doctor said. He wasn't entirely
comfortable with the idea of living with such a young woman, but he
wasn't entirely adverse to the idea of such a beautiful companion,
either. Besides, he didn't dare disobey even a suggestion from the
mighty warrior Sonja.

"Oh thank you thank you!" the girl squealed. "You won't regret it!" And
she proceeded to make him not regret it with a full-contact squirming
hug and a long, deep kiss on the lips. The doctor made a half-hearted
protest, but Lily's strong arms easily held him in place.

Sonja decided she'd had enough of the girl's flirting and the doctor's
embarrassment, so she scooped them up and hurled them into the doctor's
modest bedroom and proceeded to screw them both senseless. Several hours
later they fell asleep to the gentle sounds of the waning storm.

* * * * *

Sonja paused and swiveled her head side to side, alert and tense. Her
sensitive ears picked up the distinctive sound of humans trying not to
be heard. Her long loping strides had nearly brought her to the border
forest already. She was in a wooded area not yet consumed by farmland,
on a path used by merchants from Tanikira. And the bandits who preyed on
those merchants.

The great redhead grinned wickedly, anticipating some fun. The demise of
Rex's Raiders had left a power vaccuum in Larin which other criminals
would be quick to take up. Sonja stretched and flexed, her intimidating
muscles growing even bigger, great ropes of hard powerful muscle
thickening along her arms and legs. Her battle armor creaked with the
effort of trying to contain that awesome body.

Sonja inhaled, thrusting her great chest and enormous bosom forward. She
cracked her knuckles and purred as the first wave of bandits ran from
their hiding places and attacked, frightened of her enormous physique
but lured by the bags of wealth attached to her armor.

Two men jumped on Sonja's broad back as she slowly flexed her great
deltoids, her shoulders expanding to a wingspan three times a man's
breadth. Their knives quickly cut through the leather straps of her
armor, spilling them onto the ground under the heavy steel. Her bodice
cut free, Sonja's great breasts thrust proudly naked before her, nipples
the size of a man's cock hard and ready for pleasure.

Eight men charged from the front. Sonja grabbed one in each hand and
simply cracked their heads together, crushing their skulls in her grip.
Hot blood and brains dripped from her huge hands. She scooped up three
more men in each arm and pressed their bodies to her warm bosom. She
roughly squeezed them until two of the men attached their mouths to her
nipples and began suckling. Ecstatic shudders ran through her enormous
body, flexing her already huge arms until they snapped her unfortunate
prisoners' backs.

A dozen more bandits descended on Sonja, attempting to bury her under a
wave of unwashed men, or gag her to death. The brutal warrior simply
spread her arms and flexed her muscles, sending most of the men flying
through the air to crash into trees or crumple to the ground. One
unlucky man was caught between her thighs. His last vision was of cords
of muscle the size of oak trees topped by jagged blue veins before his
head and most of his torso splattered across Sonja's thighs.

Their knives and arrows unable to penetrate her tough skin, the bandits
tried attacking with fire. Sonja acted afraid and backed up against a
thick tree. She twirled around and grasped it in her mighty arms, then
with one tremendous flex uprooted the tree. She swung around and hurled
it at the men, crushing eight of them beneath its bulk.

It dawned on the remaining dozen bandits that Sonja had just happily
slaughtered seventeen of them without breaking a sweat, and would
probably have no trouble killing the rest of them as well. Sonja's eyes
were shining with joy, her great pussy dripping with arousal. She licked
her lips and beckoned the dozen men forward.

Not bright, but not the stupidest of men, the bandits realized they had
no chance. One of them turned and started to run away. Sonja laughed and
flicked her wrist, sending a dagger straight through the fleeing man's
heart and pinning his twitching corpse to a tree.

"Please Mistress Sonja," one of the men pleaded, for they had heard of
the giant redheaded warrior princess and now realized their foolishness
in attacking her, "we are only thieves, not murderers or rapists. Please
let us live." He fell to his knees trembling before her. The rest of the
men followed suit.

Sonja bit her lip, frustrated again. She grew weary of these surrenders.
She sighed and used one of her daggers to strip the clothes off the
frightened men. If they weren't good for fighting, perhaps they could
please her in other ways. She examined their puny bodies in the rapidly
fading daylight. Several of them had hard-ons in spite of their fear,
her over-exaggerated sexual features a powerful stimulant. Sonja grabbed
one of the naked men and shoved his face into her bush. She squeezed her
fingers until he sucked her giant clit into his mouth and massaged it
with his tongue.

She removed the two men impaled on her nipples and carelessly tossed
their corpses into the trees. Two more trembling bandits replaced them.
She casually shoved her nipples in their mouths, ignoring the gagging
sounds, this was for her pleasure, not theirs.

Her giant frame hovering over the cowering men, three men already
slavishly worshipping her excited sex organs, she roughly grabbed one
erect man and without ceremony shoved her thumb up his ass. He screamed
in pain and humiliation as blood poured out around her thumb. She
grabbed another man and impaled him with her fourth finger, then
repeated the procedure on her other hand, until she held four men in the
air by their bleeding asses. She grunted excitedly at their pained
screams; copious amounts of her sexual nectar coated the frightened man
licking her engorged clit. The men working her nipples struggled to keep
the hard flesh in their mouths. The girth of her nipples started
cracking their already wide-open jaws.

Sonja held the impaled men up and began licking their erect cocks in
turn until each unloaded a shuddering orgasm onto her thick lips,
tongue, cheeks, and nose. She then held them up to her face so they
could lick each other's cum off herself. Then she brought each man to
another shuddering orgasm and repeated the procedure, again and again,
the men repulsed but unable to stop her from doing whatever she wanted.
Their bodies were limp and exhausted, only their hard cocks were
important to the muscular goddess.

Hot cum coated the man licking her cunt. He lapped at her swollen labia.
His eyes opened wide in surprise as her powerful pussy wrapped around
his tongue and drew him in farther and farther until his whole head
disappeared into her. He felt the velvety muscular walls contract around
him excitedly, vibrating like butterfly wings, quickly pulling him
farther in and pushing him partially out. He braced his arms against her
huge thighs and tried to pull his head out, but his struggles meant
nothing to her, and his efforts were rewarded only with a painful
wrenching of his neck.

Sonja screamed and threw her arms out as a powerful orgasm shuddered
through her body. Her huge bouncing breasts snapped the necks of the two
men suckling on her nipples. Her muscular cavern contracted, pulping the
skull of the man she had sucked inside. The men impaled on her fingers
were dashed to a bloody mist against nearby trees. Their broken bodies
fell to the ground in front of their horrified comrades, who had
expected mercy for their surrender. They had underestimated Sonja's
sadistic brutality and had paid the ultimate price for irritating her.

Sonja roughly grabbed one of the terrified men and forced him to lick
the distasteful blood from her fingers. When she was satisfied she
dropped him to the ground and casually stepped on his head. His brains
oozed out around her boot.

The giant warrior grinned down at the three quivering men that remained
and plucked two of them up. She shoved her hard cock-sized nippled into
their asses and let them ride her chest, their butts bouncing on her
huge firm breasts. The blood from the previous men provided ample
lubrication, so the men easily rode her nipples. Sonja's fingers
manipulated their tiny cocks to spray their cum on the third man. Once
they had both ejaculated serveral times apiece, she pulled their asses
off her nipples, turned them round, and forced them to lick the stinky
blood off her nipples. Once she was satisfied her nipples were clean she
clenched her fists, crunching the men's torsos until bloody halves fell
to the ground.

"Oh God no please God spare me please oh no," the last man blubbered.
Sonja chuckled and ran her hands over his cum-slicked body. She forced
him to lick the cum from her fingers before she dropped him. She
stretched her awe-inspiring body, relaxed from her play, and winked at
the shaking final man. He screamed and ran away. Sonja let him run for a
while before giving chase. When she inevitably caught him, she raped him
until his body was no more than a slick layer of gore. Sonja curled up
and drifted into a restful sleep, preparing for her search for the witch
of poisons.

* * * * *

Sonja approached the hovel cautiously, feet squishing in the marsh. She
believed she had found the witch, and witches are dangerous creatures.
She was confident she had enough money to pay for the witch's services,
but did not know whether the evil creature would help her.

The giant redhead knocked on the door. "Come in, dear Sonja," a deranged
voice cackled from inside. Sonja entered and stopped, one eyebrow
raised. The witch was not the dumpy matron she was expecting. The
witch's figure was exceedingly tall and shapely and rippling with large,
sleek muscles that flexed and flowed as she hunched over a table in the
center of the hovel. Beautiful black hair fell down her broad muscular
back to her waist.

The witch turned round and chuckled at Sonja's surprised reaction. She
patted the crystal ball she had been looking at before covering it with
a black cloth. Now that the witch was facing her, Sonja saw that her
bosom was huge and firm, topped with large erect nipples. Half the
witch's face was obscured by her long hair, the other half was sharp and
striking, not quite beautiful, not quite ugly, a mixture of both. Her
lips were thick and blood-red, her cheekbones high, her nose aquiline.
Her eyes were dark and glinted with malice.

"Not what you were expecting, dear?" the witch snickered. "Perhaps
this?" She instantly transformed into a haggle-toothed obese old woman,
then just as quickly back to the tall muscle-bound woman. "Why would I
want to be a helpless old hag when I could be a strong and powerful
young woman, eh? Well not quite young, but not that old!" The witch
cackled to herself. Years of working with demonic forces had driven her
mad, but also made her immensely powerful. Sonja watched the witch
alertly.

"Ah, yes, I know what you're looking for. The great merciless warrior
has developed a soft spot for her young pet, no?" The witch howled with
laughter and slapped the table. Sonja shrugged.

"Well," the witch continued, "I sold that prick Abrams the poison, so I
suppose you think it's only fair that I sell you the antidote." Sonja
nodded. The witch produced a small vial seemingly from thin air. As fast
as it had appeared, it vanished. "Perhaps you're right," the witch
mused. Sonja reached for a bag of coins from her waist.

"Ah, no, dearie, that's not what I want," the witch said, suddenly
serious. "To save your pathetic companion's life, you must go on a quest
for me." Sonja bit her lip but kept her peace, waiting to hear the
witch's quest.

The muscular witch gestured to a great iron cauldron, at least three
feet high and four feet in diameter. "You must fill this kettle with the
sperm of man." Sonja raised both eyebrows. "Human sperm has a great many
magical properties, dear Sonja. It looks impossible, doesn't it?" The
witch laughed. "If it's impossible, your boy dies! Best of luck, bitch!"
With that, the witch suddenly disappeared.

Sonja looked around and sighed. The quest was impossible, John would
die. Sonja went over to the cauldron and hefted it. The weight was
barely noticable to her unimaginable strength. She left the witch's
hermit shelter, lifted the cauldron onto her head, and set off through
the forest in search of a village.

* * * * *

The villagers cowered as Sonja approached, hiding in doorways and
alleys, cautiously peaking out at the giant redheaded warrior. A
merchant had come through that day talking about finding the crushed and
bloody remains of nearly thirty bandits, and Sonja's gore-streaked skin
and armor confirmed it. Her huge biceps, each striated muscle thicker
than a man's waist, flexed mightily as she carried the witch's cauldron.

Sonja carried her burden to the village center and set it down next to
the well. The villagers cautiously crept out, trying to see what she was
doing. She patiently waited as the village circle slowly filled with
people. She gestured several of the men forward to stand around the
cauldron. A few of the braver men approached and stood round the iron
kettle, wondering what the muscle-bound giantess was up to.

Sonja grabbed one of the men and roughly tore off his pants. He screamed
in terror. Sonja clamped one hand over his mouth and used the other to
try to wank him. He was too terrified to respond.

The voluptuous warrior decided a different tactic might be in order. She
switched from intimidation to encouragement. She smiled gently at the
man she held in her arms and gave him a tender kiss. She thrust her
tongue into his mouth as he started to respond. His rapidly hardening
dick was enveloped by her huge velvety breasts, which he thrust into
with excited pleasure. When Sonja felt he was close to release, she
quickly turned him over and aimed his cock at the cauldron. Healthy
spurts of cum shot into the large basin. Once his orgasm subsided, Sonja
took his slightly stiff cock into her mouth and worked him back to
ecstasy, again at the last second aiming for the cauldron.

The men were now a bit more relaxed, no longer terrified that she was
going to rend them limb from limb. Now they could watch the muscular
giantess undulate sexily and beat off to her huge breasts, thick pouty
lips, enormous muscles, or whatever part of her they found most erotic,
and cum started pouring from their dicks into the cauldron. Sonja
offered her help to any man who started to flag, and continued to
erotically flex and undulate her huge body. Several of the women
squirmed uncomfortably and tried to not pant at the sight of Sonja's
enormous muscles.

Within a few hours Sonja had drained the village men dry of all their
sperm. They lay around limp and exhausted, and would require at least a
few days to recover. Sonja looked into the cauldron and was disappointed
to see that they had barely covered the bottom of the huge kettle.

Sonja carefully sniffed at the air and pointed to several of the women.
They came forward. The warrior removed one of the women's garments and
stuck her finger into the woman's wet pussy. She held the woman over the
cauldron and scooped out some of the cum, the results of the morning's
love-making with her husband. She continued to finger the moaning woman
to a shuddering orgasm. Meanwhile the other women took the hint and
emptied whatever they could from their pussies into the cauldron.

Still the great iron pot remained stubbornly close to empty. Sonja
growled in frustration, sending the villagers scurrying in fright.

Several of the women approached hesitantly. Sonja raised one eyebrow and
waited. One of the women bravely walked up to Sonja and said, "Please,
Mistress Sonja, after today our husbands and lovers will be no good to
us for several days, and you are so beautiful and powerful, we were
wondering if, maybe, I mean if you want to--"

Sonja scooped the woman up and began roughly kneading her breasts, then
stuck one of her huge nipples into the woman's pussy. The woman gasped
with mindless pleasure and humped the nipple for all she was worth.
Sonja welcomed the other women into her embrace, and soon the giant
warrior was surrounded by a writhing mass of orgasming women. The
exhausted men could only look on in awe. Several of them became aroused
again and dutifully emptied the very last of their cum into the
cauldron. Sonja smiled and winked at them for their loyalty.

Eventually even the women grew exhausted and could no longer move, so
tired and worn were they. A couple of them managed to get up and prepare
a meal for the giant sexy warrior.

Sonja sat in the center of the village, unsure of what to do next. She
could rape a hundred villages and there would still not be enough man
seed to fill the cauldron. This quest could take months. John didn't
have months. Sonja pounded the ground futilely.

An elderly man approached Sonja. He knelt before her. "Mistress, if I
may be so bold?" Sonja nodded. The man continued, "We've heard rumors
from some woodsmen that there is an Earth spirit deep in the forest to
the west. It is not man nor woman, but both. Perhaps the spirit can help
you, for I don't think ten times our number could fill that cauldron
before dying of exhaustion."

Sonja smiled at the old man and gestured him forward. He shuffled over
and she kissed him. The day was drawing to a close, so Sonja settled
herself down and fell asleep. One of the village women brought a large
blanket and covered the sleeping warrior.

* * * * *

Sonja felt the foreboding quieting of the forest that indicated powerful
magic keeping away men and creatures. Most people would feel a shiver of
fear and instinctively move in a different direction, but Sonja was in
search of the very source of that magic.

The forest grew denser and darker until Sonja was forced to shove trees
out of her way, her massive shoulders no longer able to fit in the
spaces between them. Her alert ears picked up the sounds of movement
surrounding her and she rested her hand on the hilt of her mighty sword.

Suddenly the branches of a tree reached out and wrapped around her
powerful biceps. A gnarled troll-like creature howled and rushed towards
the struggling redhead. Sonja kicked her feet up and caught the troll's
head in her thighs. A simple flex and the troll's wooden head splintered
in the vice-like grip of her thighs. Sonja flexed her enormous arms and
wrenched herself free of the trees' grip, uprooting them. They fell and
crushed two more rushing trolls.

Sonja drew her sword and whirled around, slashing. Her blade clanged off
a long spear held by a creature whose jagged features were made of rock.
Sonja roared and slashed again. The creature parried and thrust. Sonja
grabbed for the spear but was unable to pull it from the rock monster's
grasp. Meanwhile she grew aware of more large tree trolls surrounding
them, forming a fighting circle.

Sonja's blade flashed, decapitating one of the trolls, then whirled
around and clanged off the rock's shoulder. Sonja grinned. For the first
time in many years she was being challenged. She grunted and swung
again. A troll rushed her. She simply grabbed him and used him as a
shield, noting with interest his giant wooden tool. The rock's spear
splintered the troll's abdomen. Sonja threw the dead troll to the ground
and continued fighting.

Neither adversary could gain an advantage. The rock monster was tireless
and invulnerable, parrying, thrusting, occasionally grunting as Sonja's
sword struck a clanging blow, chipping off a pebble or two. Sweat
streamed down Sonja's enormous body, every muscle flexed and straining,
pushing her strength, driving the rock backwards but unable to hurt him.

Sonja realized the fight was going nowhere. She whirled around,
decapitating two more trolls, and grabbed their bodies to use as shields
as she rushed the rock monster. Surprised, the rock splintered the
troll's bodies before Sonja grabbed his spear and snapped it in two.
Sonja continued her rush, wrapping her mighty arms around the rock and
dragging him to the forest floor. She wrapped her thick legs around the
rock's hips and thrust herself onto the rock's huge stony cock. She
screamed in pain and pleasure as the monster's monstrous cock entered
her slick cave. The rock monster grunted in pleasure and wrapped his own
stony muscular arms around her, thrusting in as hard as he could.

Two more trolls used this opportunity to attack, but were knocked over
and pulverised by the grunting, powerfully fucking pair, splintering
under their immense weight and muscles. Sonja was given the fucking of
her life by the rock monster, and gave it right back, crushing tight
with her arms, unleashing power that she was never able to use without
killing her lovers. After several hours of enthusiastic sex that left an
acre of forest decimated and more trolls dead, Sonja's multiple orgasms
reached a crescendo of ecstatic pleasure. No longer able to contain
herself, she let loose with her full power, unleashing an orgasmic roar
and pulverising the rock monster in her embrace. Her pussy contracted
around his cock, crushing it to powder as her thighs ground his hips so
furiously he turned to molten rock which sizzled and flowed off her
skin. Her powerful arms cracked through his torso, leaving nothing but
powdery rock dust.

Drenched and dripping with sweat, Sonja smiled and kissed the lifeless
boulder that used to be the rock monster's head. She stretched and
picked up her blade, ready to destroy more trolls, and hopefully fuck a
few to death.

"No!" a deep, rich voice thundered from the ground. "No more death!" The
ground quaked and shuddered, and a huge figure emerged from the forest
floor. The Earth spirit coalesced before Sonja. The giant warrior
sheathed her sword and watched with interest. The wood trolls knelt
before the spirit.

"My babies," the spirit mourned, looking down upon the splinters and
dust of the forest warriors. The Earth spirit had mostly female
features, including a beautiful face, broad shoulders, an hourglass
figure, long legs, and enormous breasts. It rippled with muscles even
larger than Sonja's. A massive cock, almost the size of a man, thrust
from its pelvis. Two huge testicles dangled below, swollen with seed.
Sonja licked her lips and grinned. Her objective would be fulfilled!

"What is it you want, you hateful mortal creature?" the spirit asked
malevolently. Sonja held up the great iron cauldron. "What, can't you
speak, even the tongue of man?" the spirit demanded. Sonja didn't
respond. The spirit peered closer. "A powerful magic surrounds you,
perhaps you aren't mortal after all. Too big for a human, yet not quite
a Goddess, hmm." The spirit mused for a moment before looking into the
cauldron. It dipped a finger in and tasted the sticky substance.

"The seed of man. I suppose you need the cauldron filled with it for
some inane quest you are on." Sonja nodded. The spirit shrugged. "No,"
it said with finality.

Sonja didn't move. "Didn't you hear me?" the spirit demanded. "I said
no! Now off with you, don't you think you've killed enough of my
children? Go gather your seed from the world of men, I won't make it for
you."

The giant redhead put down the cauldron and removed her armor. "What are
you doing?" the spirit demanded. "I said leave!" It flexed its huge
muscles intimidatingly, but its cock grew huge and hard in Sonja's
erotic presence. Sonja put two fingers into her pussy and spread her
lips, letting the spirit hear the lush wetness squishing around her
fingers.

"No," the spirit protested, but it was already consumed by lust. Sonja
wrapped herself around the Earth spirit and impaled herself on its
gigantic cock. It filled her to the very limit and stretched her more
than even the rock monster had. Sonja and the spirit moaned in lustful
pleasure as Sonja humped the great cock. It grew larger than even a man
in her giant pussy, expanding her painfully, but she determinedly held
on, crushing her great breasts to the spirit's, rubbing their huge hard
nipples together, erotically writhing and biting at the spirit's smooth
flesh, kissing its beautiful thick lips.

The spirit exploded into Sonja. Great rivers of cum spewed from its
cock, filled Sonja's pussy and ran out in spurting rivers. Sonja was too
far gone in pleasure to try to capture the seed as it spread out and
squished beneath the two giant lovers. Eventually the spirit's orgasm
subsided, but its cock remained hard. Sonja slid off the thick rod and
held it in her hands. She brought her thick pouty lips to the head and
suckled at it, licking and writhing around the great shaft. The spirit
quickly reached orgasm again and this time Sonja managed to catch the
tremendous explosive orgasm in the cauldron. It filled to the brim and
overflowed as sonja teased and fondled the gigantic cock and balls,
licking and slurping up excess cum as it streamed over the cauldron,
over her body, and spread over the forest. Everywhere the seed touched
the forest grew more dense and lush, the trees greener and healthier,
the moss shinier, the grass thicker.

Overcome with her own lust, Sonja wrapped her enormous breasts around
the cock and continued suckling at the head, drawing forth more spurting
orgasms. She eagerly feasted on the spirit's sticky cum as it splashed
all over her heavily muscular body.

The spirit was lost in mindless pleasure, humping Sonja to orgasm after
orgasm. A troll moved up to suckle at each giant teat. The spirit's
thick muscular arms turned Sonja over and it thrust in from behind,
forcing itself deep into Sonja's dripping pussy as it thrust a finger
into her slickly lubricated ass. It spurted into the mighty warrior over
and over, gradually weakening and shrinking. Once its cock shrank to a
more comfortable size, it pulled out of Sonja's pussy and thrust into
her ass. Sonja's shrieked in delighted pleasure and forced several wood
trolls to service her breasts and lush wet pussy. Cum washed over the
forest and the trolls as the spirit slowly dwindled, until it spent
itself in one final climax deep in Sonja's ass and disappeared from the
world. The trolls turned back into logs and Sonja dropped them, shaking
as she came down from a height of unparalleled pleasure.

Sonja turned to the brimming cauldron and dipped a finger in, smiling.

* * * * *

The witch shuddered in pleasure as she crushed the boy servicing her to
a pulp in her mighty thighs. She smiled at the boy's horrified parents.
"He wasn't of much use," the witch said pleasantly, wiping sweat from
her brow. She ran a finger through the boy's blood that soaked her
thighs and sucked on it. She licked her lips.

"But, but," the parents stuttered in shock.

"But nothing," the witch cackled. "I said I would help your farm grow in
return for your son, but he couldn't even survive licking my pussy, so
what good is he to me? The deal's off!"

"You, you evil monster!" the mother burst out.

"What?" the witch asked malevolently, her muscles flexing as she
bristled. She stood easily a head taller than the man. The couple
cowered before her.

"You killed my son," the woman wept.

"Don't worry, you won't miss him for long!" the witch howled delightedly
as she scooped the couple up and crushed them in her muscular arms. She
dropped the gory remains on the ground. She would find another hapless
peasant to clean it up later.

Sonja maneuvered the giant cauldron through the hovel door. She looked
at the three bloody corpses and raised an eyebrow. She set the cauldron
down carefully.

"What, given up already?" the witch laughed. "I suppose you want to go
watch the boy die!" She looked over the cauldron and gasped when she saw
it was full. "No, it's impossible!" Then she smiled. She stuck one
finger in and tasted it. "Spirit seed," she whispered in awe. "With this
I can...well, it's none of your business!" she screamed at Sonja. Sonja
shrugged.

"Very well, a deal's a deal. You've brought me what I need, the boy can
live. But you can't!" The witch hurled a potion at Sonja and laughed as
it broke on her chest armor. Liquid fizzled down between Sonja's breasts
and over her armor, eating it. The armor dissolved where the liquid
touched it. Sonja half-smiled and dipped her finger into the liquid,
tasting it.

"No, no, that's...This can't be!" The witch howled. Sonja rested her
hand on the hilt of her sword. The witch gulped, her eyes desperate.
"Here," she said, thrusting several vials at Sonja. Sonja took them.
"One of those is the antidote. The rest are healing potions, they'll fix
your boy right up, mend his bones. I know if he dies you'll kill me, I'm
telling you the truth!" She stood trembling.

Sonja smiled down at the witch, carefully pocketing the potions. She
looked at the full cauldron and the array of poisons and evil-looking
books that filled the witch's home. She looked at the crushed bodies of
the peasants who had come to the witch for help. Sonja came to a
decision. Her sword whipped out and decapitated the witch. Blood spurted
from the neck and the decapitated body collapsed to the dirt. Sonja held
the witch's head by the hair. She brushed the hair to one side and
kissed the dead witch's lips before dropping the head next to the body.

The body and head withered and decayed, the body becoming emaciated and
pale. The witch's true form showed through, a decrepit old hag lying
dead in a pool of her own blood.

* * * * *

Sonja waited patiently as the doctor administered the various potions.
Lily was busy scrubbing Sonja's armor and body clean. The warrior would
have to get a replacement chest plate since the acid had eaten away most
of the bust support. She would do that tomorrow.

The doctor had a healthy spring in his step and looked years younger.
Clearly he and Lily had gotten to know each other better and planned to
marry soon. Sonja smiled to herself, wondering how many times Lily had
gotten to know the doctor, and whether the doctor could survive such a
strong and energetic young companion.

The doctor threw the last vial down the boy's throat and forced his jaw
shut. Sonja helped him hold John down as he struggled to spit the liquid
out. Finally he swallowed the antidote. His eyes shot open, instantly
alert. The other potions, true to the witch's word, had healed his
wounds and mended his bones. His struggles ceased and he looked up at
Sonja with awed devotion. "You saved me," he whispered. Sonja nodded and
patted him gently. "Thank you," he said. He looked at the doctor. "Thank
you, too."

"You're quite welcome, my lad," the doctor said. "I owe Sonja nearly as
much as you do. In a way, she's given me life, too." He smiled fondly at
Lily, who blushed and scrubbed furiously.

John dressed. Lily came up to him. She was several years older and quite
a bit taller, and her frame was much bigger and naturally more muscular
than John's. She easily picked the boy up and enthusiastically kissed
him. John looked at Sonja sheepishly. She smiled and winked at him.

Sonja gestured one hand at the doctor and Lily, the other at the door.
John realized he was being given a choice. "Do you really want me to
come with you?" he asked hopefully. Sonja nodded. John happily ran to
her and hugged her waist. "I'll be with you always, as long as you want
me," he said loyally. She patted him on the head. He turned to the
doctor. "Goodbye, thanks for everything," he said.

"Come back anytime, my boy. Mistress Sonja, you're always welcome here,"
the doctor said. Lily smiled at them and snuggled herself against the
doctor, rubbing her muscular leg against his erection. The doctor looked
properly embarrassed.

Sonja picked John up and ducked out through the door.

* * * * *

End of Sonja the Gatherer