It was a small village in the big woods called the Vasty Forest. He was a young man having reached the maturity of 18 years. It was his time to take over his father's business of working the forges in the smithy. He had apprenticed since his 8th year. Now he was to be the breadwinner for the whole family as his father rested and awaited death. It would not be long. No one lived past their 50th birthday in this village. It was stark and lacked the healthy air and fresh food a people needed to prosper.

The woods gave up little food, either hunting or gathering, and the soil was so poor that the vegetables and fruits that reluctantly grew in the gardens were weak ghosts of the delicious and nutritious foods they should be. 

Out here in the deep woods they saw only the occasional traveling vendor or perhaps a group of gypsies moving through the village. They very seldom saw outsiders. It was an insulated, isolated, unfulfilling life for all of them. But it was the only life they had ever known. They prayed to the Goddess for all their needs and she provided what was necessary to exist. That was all. Still they lived and continued for even the short span they were given.

There were always stories of strange creatures and animals creeping about in the woods. Always there was the one who had seen something or heard something, but never specific, never clear, and no one knew for sure what they would find if they ventured very far into the forest or followed the only road around the bend and over the gap in the hills or in the opposite direction across the narrow stream bridged by old, rickety wood.

What they did know was that once in awhile, perhaps once or twice in a decade, a man would disappear in the deep woods. Even those who took to the open road could be said to have disappeared, because they never returned. But why would they if they had a choice? It all led to terrible stories told at the hearths in the evenings, to the children as warnings, or to the adults for the only entertainment they shared.

The young man, called Karl, was taking good care of his father's smithy. It could be said it was now his. And he was fortunate to have been well taught. From all his hard labor he had grown stronger and larger than most in his village. He stood 6 feet and had black hair and a physique that made the village girls swoon. His bulge often created giggles when he strode through the village. He was not unaware of the impression he made on the girls. In fact he partook of their fair charms whenever he wished.

At times he needed coal for his forges and he would have to trek into the woods to the only source he knew of. However, that source was becoming depleted and he had to start looking farther into the forest for the fuel he needed for his work. It so happened that he finally made a trip that kept him out until dark and he was forced to make a bed in the leaves on the floor of the woods.

It was deep in the night, at the witching hour of midnight, that he was awakened by the sound of tittering. Small voices were laughing in the darkness. His fire had died down. Suddenly there appeared before him what he took to be the Goddess herself. She had long red hair and her beauty was wondrous to behold. He sprang to his feet. So incredibly luscious and voluptuous was her naked body that his manhood became hard upon the instant.

Her breasts were proud and were perfect as they pointed towards the heavens. Her ginger triangle was tightly curled and edible looking. Her body had curves and creases any man would want to fondle and lick. Her legs were long and her feet were clad in straps that did not hide her lovely tiny feet with suckable toes.

He bowed as low as he could and he was rewarded by a touch upon his head. A soft hand was caressing his black hair and turning his head upward with a tilt of his chin. He gazed upon the vision and was bewitched. She began to walk away and as she slowly trod upon the leaves there was no sound made. Then dozens of tiny women, perfectly shaped, with red hair and tiny bared bodies with little titties and pussies streamed out of the darkness and grabbed his hands and his clothes and began to drag him after the vision.

The little women were obviously pixies. They were formed as perfectly as their mistress, only tiny versions of her. They stood about 3 feet high and their assets almost matched hers. Not quite. She was perfection. They were tiny replicas that attempted but failed to radiate her exquisite beauty. But they would have made any normal man wish to possess them.

They did not have far to go. Almost within moments it seemed they were entering the gates of a villa unlike any he had seen. In fact, he had never seen any villa. They were foreign to his knowledge. He was led past the gates and into the villa itself passing through double doors of oak. They could withstand a strong assault.

At last he entered his new home. For, indeed, he had been chosen. He was not aware of it yet, but he would never leave this place again. And he would learn to bless the day he had chanced to enter this domain.

The little minions led him into a large room with many strange devices upon the walls and around the stone floor. There they began taking off his clothes. He resisted and suddenly the Vision appeared and cast him upon the floor with an outstretched hand. He was flung almost 20 feet and he was now terrified.

"Never resist my minions. They have lived many lifetimes and always do my bidding. Do you understand? You are now a slave. My slave. I am the Mistress. I am the one who orders and commands and dispenses justice here in these environs. Is this clear new slave?"

"Please Goddess, forgive me. I did not know. I will learn, I promise."

"I am not the Goddess fool. I am the Witch of the Vasty Forest. I am a Mistress and practitioner of the magic arts. You will soon find what your purpose is here. But until then, do as you are told by anyone here. Is this understood slave?"

With this she disappeared and the tiny pixies began stripping him again, and as they did so they fondled his muscular body and his large prick which was becoming larger with their little hands touching it. Some kissed it and it was particularly pleasing when several tongues were licking the head of his cock. Tiny hands stroked his rod and he was almost ready to cum when they stopped abruptly. He was to learn that only the Mistress was allowed to make him cum. They were just teasing him.

They led him to a device that was like a barrel and he was pushed onto the rounded surface on his back with his now hard prick standing straight into the air. Then his arms were stretched above his head and tied fast. As were his ankles at the bottom of the barrel. He began to fear for what was to come, but he was anticipating what was to come also. His cock was twitching in anticipation.

His Mistress glided into the room, her feet not touching the cold, stony floor. She was carrying a short whip in her hand. She approached Karl and gazed down at him with satisfaction.

"I have selected well. Your cock is long and thick. You will do adequately. Do you understand that now you are my slave and will do my bidding for the rest of your life? Do you have anything to say? Do you object, slave boy?"

"No Mistress, I will do your bidding forever. I cannot escape the vision of you finding me this night and taking me in as your own. I have never felt such lust and passion before. I want to feel it forever."

With these remarks she struck him with the whip and delighted as he cried out, but his prick stayed hard. His new Mistress now floated up and settled down upon his still hard prick. Her cunt was lovely with ginger hair and it was moist from the need she had not filled for some time. She straddled him and his cock slid easily into her cooze. She was already dripping cum onto his manhood.

"I will use you. Do you understand, slave? I will use you for my pleasure, not yours. You will not cum. You will never cum until you are told to do so. Is this clear? Is this very clear, slave?"

"Oh Goddess, yes Mistress, it is clear. But I already need to cum from the perfection of your cunt. When may I cum Mistress?"

"As I told you, stupid slave. When you are told to do so." And she began humping up and down on his hard long cock, easily taking it all and wanting more. She fucked him and her pussy juices seeped out onto his balls and down his thighs, and the pixies were there to lick it up and fondle his nuts. Oh, he wanted so badly to cum, but he feared this new Mistress. He feared her and adored her.

One pixie climbed up and sat on his face and ground her tiny cunt into his lips. He stuck his tongue in and the pixie began cumming into his mouth. All over his face she rubbed her little cunt. Then another took her place and his mouth was soon filling with pixie cum. He swallowed it all and wanted more as his Mistress fucked him harder and faster and he approached a cum.

"Do not dare cum, bitch slave.

I will make you miserable and give you warts and boils on your whole body if you defy me. Do not cum."

Another group of pixies gathered around their Mistress, making love to her astonishing breasts. Sucking the hard ruby red nipples and licking all over her body.

He was learning. It was a hard lesson but he learned it. This night the Mistress had orgasm after orgasm and drenched him with her magic pussy juices which the pixies delighted in licking up and swallowing. They were also eating out each other at the same time. They were having their own little orgy as the Mistress had her great cums. Finally she sighed greatly and moaned as a large and long cum overtook her shivering body.

She floated up off of his cock with a pop. He had not had a cum. He would not this night. Her cunt was licked clean by the pixies and she was pleased with the attention. And he was licked clean my the minions, as the Mistress floated out of the room, finally satisfied after many long days and weeks of waiting.

He was taken to his rooms. He had a suite. He was living better than a king he thought. He had his own bathroom where he cleaned himself up. With the help of the minions. They seemed to be always present. They even slept with him and made him hard whenever it tickled their fancy, but he could never cum or he knew he would be severely punished.

After several days, when he had explored his new quarters and the other rooms open to him, he finally saw the approach of his Mistress. He was fully naked. Everyone in the villa was always nude. He thought it best to get on his knees and bow his head. He had made a wise decision. She was pleased, and patted his head and caressed his cheek with a certain fondness.

"Today we will have some fun my sweet slave. Perhaps I may even let you shoot that wad of cum building up in your body. Perhaps."

With that she flung her long red hair about her naked body and glided away, with the full expectation that he would follow. He did. The pixies made sure of it. They grabbed his clothes and his hands and expertly dragged him into the discipline chamber.

He was taken to the center of the room. His arms were raised and his wrists were attached to manacles hanging from the ceiling. His ankles were spread wide and tied with leather straps. His prick was already hard as steel. The minions of pixies were teasing him, licking and stroking his cock. It stayed hard of course. One or two was licking his ass hole too. This was a new and pleasant sensation. He did not know it was a preparation.

Mistress glided in, went to the wall, and took down a belt-like object. He could see it had what appeared to be cocks on each side of the flat belt. She placed one of the cocks in her pussy, ramming it in with some pleasure, and leaving the other poking out the other side. Then she buckled the belt to her slim waist. She approached and then rounded about behind him.

"Oh goddess, Mistress, what did you do?"

She had rammed the strap on into his ass hole with no preparation except for the spittle from the pixies. Now she began fucking him and moaning as the dildo reamed her at the same time. Fucked harder and harder he was in some agony, but he soon began feeling the pressure to cum. But he knew better.

"Please Mistress, please allow me to cum this time."

She ignored his pleas and continued screwing his ass with her strap on and feeling the pleasure of being fucked herself. She was humping and humping and making him want to cum and the minions were stroking his cock and licking it with their little tongues. She started bucking harder and cumming and cumming as she pumped his ass.

"Now slave, now you may cum, fuck, cum with me, cum and I will cum and we will all cum."

And the little pixies were rubbing their hairy red pussies and licking his cock and he started shooting streams of spunk across the room and they gobbled it as it shot out and kept stroking his prick and finally Mistress moaned and stopped fucking him. She slowly withdrew the dildo from his ass. The she glided over to the wall, unstrapped the belt and hung the device on a hook.

She left without a word to anyone. The minions cleaned his cock with their little pixie tongues and licked his ass too. They loved to go wherever Mistress had been. Finally they got the ladders necessary to release Karl from his manacles and he collapsed on the floor. They left him there to recover on his own. His prick was still dribbling spurts of cum on the stony floor.

He awoke on the floor of the submission room and he staggered to his suite where he cleaned up and put up with the ever present pixies. He was beginning to recognize some of them. They wore their hair in different styles and they had different sizes of titties, even it they were all relatively small. And some had more pussy hair than others. But all followed the model of the Mistress with her red hair and voluptuous body. And in always being fully naked. It kept him in a virtually constant state of hardness. It sometimes made his prick ache but it was heaven too.

In a few days he was summoned before the Mistress, the Witch of the Vasty Forest. The pixie minions escorted him. They had begun to talk to him in their little high-pitched voices and it was pleasant to have some conversation even if it was all about the Mistress, or their petty little arguments about who was prettier, or who made him harder. He was never really alone anymore. At least two or three pixies slept with him and awakened him by stroking his cock and making him almost cum.

Now the Mistress was addressing him.

"You have pleased me. I will now allow you to do something only my most precious slaves are allowed to do."

With this she beckoned to him to follow her into her own sleeping chamber. There in the opulence of an oriental Maharani he found a large circular bed and the silken bedclothes he had never known before. His Mistress lay upon the pillows of her bed and slowly spread her beautiful legs and exposed her inner thighs and the sweet ginger red pussy of the Witch of the Vasty Forest. Her lips were swollen with need and they glistened in the candlelight with the wetness of a juicy pussy awaiting the attention it deserved.

"Now, please me slave. Please me or you will never get this close to me again. Make love to my womanhood. Make love to that which you adore, slave."

With a great sigh of relief and love Karl moved on his hands and knees to the treasure before him. He noted that this time no pixies were present. He and he alone would please the Mistress. He lowered his mouth to the lips before him and kissed them with the reverence of true adoration. He had done this to some village girls, but they had been giggling innocents in comparison to this wonderfully choice and precious pussy. He looked up to the Mistress and then popped her clit out with his careful fingers. She moaned.

Karl started licking the clit with more enthusiasm and she responded by humping up into his face. He took a chance and nibbled it. She whimpered and grabbed his head and pressed it against her clit. He sucked on it until she started to orgasm with shivers and quivers of her whole body. She lowered his head to her cunt and he again nibbled on the labia she exposed with her legs spread to widely. Again she moaned and he continued with licking and began to suck the cum she was releasing for his pleasure. He attached his mouth to the now gaping pussy and sucked harder and harder and she whimpered and began squealing with lust.

"Now you may fuck me, slave. Do it now!"

He immediately rose and knelt between her legs. He raised her legs high in the air and then jammed his cock at her cunt and it slid in with ease and he started fucking her harder and harder. She was shaking her head back and forth as he reamed her cunt deeper and deeper. He fucked as he had never fucked before. This was his Mistress and she must be pleased.

"Ah, goddess, fuck me harder slave. It is cumming so hard!. Fuck me, screw me, ream my cunt, slave. Ahhh!"

He did. And he knew that this time and this time only he could cum without being told. He did. He started spurting his seed into his Mistress and she had a massive orgasm as she felt the cum filling her magical cunt. He shot and shot and filled her until it was all leaking out and creaming her thighs and his balls. At this point the pixies rushed in and began licking and sucking male cum and Mistress cum. They were sucking on the ruby red nipples of their Mistress causing more cum to stream form her cunt. Finally it ended. All were weary and reclined upon the bed.

Karl the blacksmith had become Karl the slave of his Mistress, the Witch of the Vasty Forest.

And it was good.

(From An Idea By SubKittyKat018)