Red Wytch and Bare Barbarian

The Adventures of Chelestria the Red Wytch and the Bare Barbarian

Chapter 1

Chelestria had never felt this unlucky in her entire life, nearly naked somewhere in the middle of the forest with her wrists tied over a branch. If Chelestria had her magick, the three big orcs that captured her would not have been a challenge. Chelestria's magick allowed her to do pretty much whatever she wanted whenever she wanted.

She had fled the city of Triangle after she was attacked with a mask that blocked all of her magick and her voice. She didn't see who attacked her, but she was sure it was Hook.

After getting away from her attacker, Chelestria had escaped the city into the woods. That's where she was captured by orcs.

Chelestria was the most feared cat burglar in all of Triangle. Her magick made it so. She could be in and out of any locked room, safe, or vault without anyone notice a disturbance. She was never spotted but for a flash of her bright red hair or a glimpse of her bare butt as she escaped. They called her the Naked Thief. Chelestria's powers were at their strongest when she was completely nude.

With this mask on her face, she was just a girl in her underwear tied to a tree. Hook told her outfit was magick. The only magick the bra had was to stay on without straps, and it didn't do that very well at all. It had become dislodged from one breast when the orcs were spanking her, and was barely clinging to her other nipple.

The panties kept her warm like she was wearing light clothes and shoes. Thankfully they seemed to still be working after the orcs pulled them down to her thighs, but it was still much too cold for that kind of clothing. When Chelestria stole the outfit from Hook she still had all of her magick. She didn't need to worry about how weak the enchantments were.

The orcs had not stayed awake long after making camp. These orcs carried leather bags and belts with pouches. Orcs in the south might make use of human goods they stole, but these had the thick green mattes of mountain orc fur. Mountain Orcs never used human-crafted items, and they never constructed anything for themselves.

At first she thought it was Hook that attacked her. When he left the room for her to change into the underwear, Chelestria had climbed out a window. She wasn't going to really steal the clothes. The old wizard had no idea that Chelestria was the Naked Thief, and he believed she had only the most rudimentary magick ability.

Hook wanted to see Chelestria in her underwear. He was always trying to get a peak up her skirt or down her shirt, and she knew the enchantments were not as strong as he said they were. Chelestria said she didn't want to change in front of him, and she might have used a little bit of her own magick to convince him.

She wasn't really going to steal them. She had no reason to. Her own magick was stronger than these items, and they wouldn't be worth the effort to sell. She was going to bring them back, but she had other business to attend to.

The price of Chelestria's tremendous power was that she needed to masturbate every four hours or she would become a ravening sex monster that would lay waste to anything in her path until she could achieve a satisfying orgasm.

She had maintained a careful schedule, breaking away to handle her business as soon as she felt an itch. This had kept her from falling victim to her curse for several years now. Hook left her alone to try on the outfit. She didn't want him to walk in while she was jerking off.

Chelestria didn't see who attacked her. She was leaned against a wall, panties around her knees, rubbing herself with her eyes closed behind a pile of empty crates. She didn't hear anyone until a hand was on her face attaching the mask over her lips. Chelestria struggled and tried to cry out, but her voice was already gone. She tried to cast, but her magick was gone too.

The void of her magick being cut off so suddenly was a shock to the system and Chelestria couldn't experience anything else. When she regained her faculties, the attacker was gone.

After that, she knew she needed to get out of Triangle.

Chelestria could not remember a time she had been entirely without magick. It took a few minutes of adjustment just to remember how to use her own body without it.

She was in near panic. Chelestria used a broken drain to get into the sewer in a spot she knew ran out of Triangle and into the river. From there she went straight into the forest to find a place to lay low.

How hard could it be to sleep in the wilderness? People did it all the time. The magick underwear were supposed to keep her warm.

Chelestria herself had slept outside many nights before she came to Triangle. Those nights she had magick. It was easy with magick. Without her powers, Chelestria was entirely vulnerable. Chelestria found a protected spot not far out of sight from the city walls. Tomorrow she could find a person to remove the mask.

At first Chelestria thought it was Hook. He was an old pervert, but he was no rapist. Besides, she didn't think he could hide his magickal signature from her. It was like a beacon in the Ether that allowed magick users to sense each other across time and space. Hook was powerful, but not powerful enough to hide himself from Chelestria. She would have sensed his approach.

Chelestria had seen these spells before. The enchantment made it impossible for the wearer to remove the mask, but just about any other person should be able to pull it off like it were wet paper.

She didn't know how to make a fire without magick, didn't know how to make a shelter. The panties protected her like she were wearing light clothes. It was too cold for that kind of clothing. Chelestria ended up curling up in a ball against a log. She masturbated and then shivered herself to sleep.

Chelestria awoke to big, furry green hands picking her up by the neck. Before she even had full comprehension of what was happening, Chelestria was put on her feet between the three orcs. They pressed in close, caging her with their fat bellies. Chelestria couldn't even scream for help through the mask.

Each orc carried a sack across their bodies that was heavy with supplies. The two small orcs were still much bigger than a man. The boss orc was enormous. If Chelestria had her magick, she could have gotten away from them with no effort.

These were mountain orcs, identifiable by the green tint of their fur. That came from the moss they scraped off the rocks in the crags where they lived. All orcs are aggressive when approached, but mountain orcs were known for sleeping in caves during daylight hours and prowling about for moss and roots in the night.

The orcs did not restrain her, they didn't need to. They ran and she ran with them. They ran all night through the forest. The panties protected her skin and feet like she was wearing light clothes and shoes, but not the kind of shoes you would want for this kind of terrain. Thin branches whipped her skin and the magick dulled the pain only a little.

As the run went on, Chelestria pitched all her hope on her masturbation curse. How long had it been since she had played with herself up against that log in the cold night? She had to feel that itch in her loins soon, the desperate need to lay out any mane before her and have her way. Were these orcs men? It wouldn't matter. If they couldn't make Chelestria cum, they would die like any other.

Chelestria did not remember these sexual rages. Her mind wiped black like she was drinking alcohol and she would awaken naked and dirty. There was often blood, but not hers. Few men could satisfy her and live when Chelestria was in her rages, and they could go on for minutes or for days. There were only two ways to stop the onset of the curse.

The orcs didn't stop until dawn was creeping in the trees. Orcs hate sunshine, and they looked about for a spot with a thick canopy and open ground to spread out.

Once a campsite had been selected, the two smaller orcs began dragging about rocks and logs to prepare the camp, drinking from their wineskins as they worked.

With magick, Chelestria didn't need to pee. Her magick broke down her urine into energy. Chelestria couldn't do that now. The need had been growing strong, and the pain so strong her eyes were tearing up during the last leg of the run. It hurt so bad she had forgotten about the need to jerk off.

Chelestria squeezed her knees together and wiggled her hips to adjust, but her bladder was too full to find any comfort. She didn't know what these orcs wanted, or why they had taken her. Orcs can't stand the smell of humans unless they are cooked well-done, and they did not take prisoners.

It was definitely much more than four hours since Chelestria masturbated. The ache should have consumed her vagina and eaten its way up into her body by now. Under normal circumstances, Chelestria would be half way to a frenzy right now. The pain in her bladder couldn't be distracting her from it.

The boss noticed Chelestria's pee dance and grabbed her by the wrist. He pulled Chelestria to the edge of the clearing and pantomimed urinating. Chelestria was uneasy at first, but at last pulled her underwear down and squatted.

Winter had not yet completely broken its grip, and a little snow still remained in the shady areas. The limbs of the trees were bare and looked like twisted skeletons. Chelestria had no idea how to tell a male orc from a female orc, and she hoped she was not about to discover the difference.

The boss never averted his or her eyes while Chelestria relieved herself. She did not make eye contact.

Chelestria finished peeing and wiped off with a leaf. She didn't have time to even pull her panties up all the way before the orc grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to the camp. The two smaller orcs were laughing at her.

The boss produced a rope from one of his pouches and tied it around Chelestria's wrist. She attempted to struggle, but the smaller orcs moved into control her.

The three chattered between each other and the rope was tossed over a tree branch a few inches above Chelestria's highest reach. Behind the mask she was screaming and crying in terror. Outside no sound came out. The orc pulled the rope until Chelestria was up on her toes, and then tied the other wrist so that she could not put her feet down all the way.

The orcs circled around her, laughing, admiring their work. One had his wineskin out. This was like no behavior she'd ever heard with orcs. These orcs carried sewn packs and supplies, including tanned leather skins of a pungent beer that made their breath smell awful.

Chelestria was totally unprepared the first time one of the orcs smacked her butt. She arched her back in pain and stood up on her toes, but her scream was silent. One of the others slapped her ass. Chelestria danced around, trying to avoid them, but she had nowhere to go. She squeezed her eyes shut in pain as her ass got slapped again. The boss stepped up and yanked her panties down to her thighs so one of the others could slap her bare butt.

Spankings were the other way to stop Chelestria's curse. Every man that ever got her pants off wanted to slap her ass as red as her hair.

On the upside, a spanking worked even better than an orgasm to stave off Chelestria's blackouts. Orgasms didn't add up, spankings did. Chelestria could cum five times and still need to crank one out four hours later to stay sane. A good paddling could hold her over for a day or even two before she felt the itch again.

The orcs laughed and drank and took turns stepping in to whack Chelestra across the ass. The bra dislodged from one breast and hung on the other.

They continued taking turns paddling her and watching her dance until all the beer was gone. Tears streamed from Chelestria's eyes, but she could not cry.

Eventually the orcs got bored with the punishment and wandered off to continue drinking. Then they passed out and started snoring loudly. Chelestria's shoulders burned with agony as she hung from the branch sobbing silently. She was sure now that the magick of the mask had blocked her curse along with her magick.

The sun had come up enough to see. Chelestria's hands were tied, but her feet were free. She stretched and reached and wiggled her toes, but accomplished nothing.

There were little noises in the forest, leaves rustling and the kind of small animals that don't pay attention to orcs. A movement caught Chelestria's eye, and she spotted a huge, naked man on the opposite side of the camp.

This had to be a hallucination from the stress and lack of sleep and thirst and hunger and the pain in her arms and shoulders.

Stepping from the shadows and proving himself a real man, he was built like nothing Chelestria had seen in a very long time. His shoulders must have been almost half as wide across as he was tall and that frame was packed with enormous muscles.

Even more attention-grabbing was the massive, deep red erection that would easily reach past his navel. It looked like the situation was about to go from bad to worse, and Chelestria was starting to wish these orcs would wake up.

The naked man crept into the camp, delicately stepping around the snoring orcs. The boss orc wrinkled his nose, and one of the little ones stirred. Even this huge man was still smaller than the smallest orc. Despite his size, the man moved silently across the forest floor, cracking no twigs and crunching no leaves.

The first thing the naked man did when he reached Chelestria was pull up her panties. That was encouraging. He said nothing, but went for the ropes. He towered over her, and had no problem reaching her wrists.

Chelestria couldn't take her eyes away from the giant, bouncing dick. It had to be twice the size of any dick she had ever seen. She wondered if it could even fit inside a woman without magick.

This was going to be bad, but attempting to scream was a pointless waste of energy. The orcs were beginning to make a little more noise. She never thought the day would come that she would hope a drunk orc would awaken faster.

The cords went loose around Chelestria's wrists and she collapsed into the naked man's thick arms. Every part of her body hurt worse than it had ever hurt before. She needed to recover though, she probably needed to fight this guy tooth and nail.

The naked man lifted Chelestria to her feet and helped her stand. Chelestria tucked her breasts back into the cups of her magick bra and adjusted her panties.

One of the little orcs was starting to rise. Even while sitting, the little orc was almost as tall as the naked man. Moving faster than Chelestria could even believe, the man lunged at the orc, punching it square in the face, putting it back down.

BORUGUND: Run!

Chelestria didn't need to be told twice. She dashed into the forest, with no hint of direction.

The other orcs were awake now, and were making a lot of noise as they attempted to stumble into the fight. Chelestria ran out of the campsite, but there were no leaves on the trees to cover her escape. Sharp branches bit her skin. Stones and roots stabbed her feet.

The naked man caught up and got ahead of her, blocking Chelestria's path with his hands spread wide. They had put some distance between them and the orcs, but not enough to stand around talking.

BORUGUND: River!

The naked man pointed to the left and took off running in that direction. Chelestria followed. The orcs were very drunk, and were already a good distance behind. That advantage wouldn't last long. Her magick panties protected Chelestria's feet, but the man didn't seem to care about the sharp forest floor.

She recognized his language, it was Al Sigal. In Triangle his tribe was called Bare Barbarians and considered to be savages from the south. Chelestria had lived with the Al Sigal a long time ago. She had never seen a member of the tribe this far north.

For obvious reasons, Bare Barbarians preferred warmer climates. Warriors never put on a shred of clothing before they take a wife, and they believed their chastity gave them power in battle. The men were not allowed to take a wife or have sex with a woman until after they retired from military service. Sex before marriage was punishable with execution before the whole tribe.

The howls of the orcs were growing distant. Orcs were dangerous hunters under moonlight, but largely useless in the day. These orcs were also very drunk. The trees were thinning, and Chelestria could make out a wide river. Morning sun reflected gold on the water.

A steep embankment of slick mud and dead leaves dropped out below Chelestria's feet as she crashed through the brush. She almost found her feet, but one of the orcs reached them and tackled the Bare Barbarian, knocking into Chelestria. She fell on her ass in the mud and slid down the bank.

The Bare Barbarian was still at the top of the slope, grappling with the orc. Chelestria got to her feet, but found herself buried past her ankle in thick, black mud. She got one foot free of the muck at the same time the barbarian and the orc tumbled down the back and knocked Chelestria into the river.

She fell into the mud beside the tangled mess of hard muscle and green fur, scrambling to get clear. The other small orc was at the top of the ridge now, screaming and chattering down at his brother. Or sister.

Cheletria got up again. She was knee deep in water and ankle deep in mud, and the suction kept her from pulling free. The barbarian and the orc were rolling around, punching and filthy.

BORUGUND: Go! Swim to the other side!

She turned and trudged out into the water. The other two orcs were sliding down the bank to join the fight with the barbarian. The water reached Chelestria's crotch, kissing her lips and sending a jolt of ice-cold pain through her body. The magick panties were not enough to protect her from that.

The water was up to her waist and then her belly button. Chelestria tried to remember if she had ever gone swimming before, or if she could even stay afloat without magick.

The Bare Barbarian was still fighting the orcs. Chelestria didn't look back, but she could hear them splashing and slamming about, grunting and roaring the whole time.

Chelestria was fighting against the current. She stepped out again and her foot found nothing. Then Chelestria was under water.