Warning, includes strong sexual themes. Intended for Adults only.
All Characters are 18 years old or order.
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Faye didn't really miss her husband, Elmer. After all, he had treated her so horribly... but then again, so did most of the men in NorthGlen... and the women too, for that matter. Faye found herself mumbling beneath her breath a bit and wiping her bulbous nose with the back of her hand - her normal habit - as she hung out the wash on the line in her yard... "sss sss serves them right," she said softly with her funny lisping stutter as she pushed her stringy bangs out of her face, curling it back over her too-big ears. She looked a bit crazy, mumbling and moving about clumsily with the wash.
Her apron was old, stained and worn, as she pulled the wooden clothespins out of the little pocket sewn into the front. She smoothed her rough fat hands over the cloth which looked as though it was patched together, remembering her conversation with her husband when she had asked for new material to make new clothes out of - he had laughed and handed her these rags and told her, "I aint going to spend good coin on you, flat lil' piggy... (that was his nickname for her). Nothin' would help you anyways," he chuckled, "see what you can do with this," and he tossed the old rags on the ground... "And don't forget to leave room so you can stuff them big."
She sighed a little bit and looked down at her short figure... She was misshapen and awkward, and so short that people accused her of having dwarf blood, the top of her head was barely taller than Elmers belly button, he always said she was the perfect height for sucking his tiny cock, which he had her to do several times a day if he was sober enough. Her pudgy belly stuck out and her legs were knobby all the way down to her fat ankles sticking out of her dutch wooden clogs. She was unseemly everywhere... especially in her chest, which was practically nonexistent. She knew she wasn't attractive... Not even close... She hadn't been born ugly - she remembered her brothers telling her she was a cute kid. But her current looks belied her past. Based on her current visage, she looked like she got hit too many times with the "ugly" stick and her pocked-mark face and bulbous nose kind of looked like a pig snout - at least that's what her husband said. But that still didn't give him the right to treat her so badly. Regardless of the rest of her body, she knew that it was her lack of breasts that really pissed off Elmer. If only they had been huge like he fantasized about he might have been a bit nicer to her, but probably not, he was rotten to the core.
In theory, the men did serve a purpose, living out in NorthGlen, they were less protected from the natural defensive magic that surrounded Noblash. Everyone knew that long ago the Horde had come to ravage the people, and that a magic spell had been cast which drove the demons away. Every now and then, one of the evil creatures would threaten the lower outskirts of their village, down where the older mines were. The men would gather their weapons and try to run the thing off. Faye had never seen one... But she had heard the stories and seen the drawings since she was a little girl. Unfortunately, much of the history of their past had been lost to antiquity. They were left in a world that seemed to be relatively safe, filled with ancient artifacts and rare encounters with magical beings that pointed at an older civilization that was much greater at magic than they were today... It was as if most of the sorcerers had simply disappeared somehow. The only thing that folks took to be true was the Decree of the Nobility, which included the Magic Rings and the Preservation of Virginity. The ranking order of class was defined by your sexual attributes. It didn't seem fair. For folks in the Northglen, where the women were plain, flat and unshapely, and the men wore no rings, they were nothing. And for brown eyed women like Faye, she was even less than nothing.
Reaching down, she paused as she pulled a pair of Elmer's overalls out of the basket, frowning at them in contemplation. "Sss ss screw him," she said, and walked over to the pig pen, carrying the garment.
There, standing in the mud, rooting in the trough was a very large hog. It saw her approaching and paused to look at her, with almost what seemed like recognition in its eyes.
She balled up the overalls and threw them at the pig, who basically ignored them and went back to eating.
"There you go, El... El... Elmer! Who's the P, P,... Piggy now? SS SS See what you can do with those!" she spat, triumphantly.
Gwen and Ilsa didn't live too far away from Faye but they had a similar story. It had only been a few weeks since the sorceress had passed through their tiny village located far downcounty, below the southern border of Noblash, where women went who had no status and men who had no rings.
All of the women who lived out in the small mining village were flat chested and unattractive of various degree. In a world where breast size and beauty was a measure of worth, and intense sexuality was a way of life, all of the pretty girls were routinely snatched up or purchased after their 18th naming day and ended up living closer to the Southgate castle and married to some man with either money, royal blood or influence based on his ring color..., and the most gorgeous, bustiest, women lived within its walls or even moved up to the Capital. Faye was butt-ugly, and Gwen and her twin sister, Ilsa, were only a few small steps above her. At least they were ok to look at, but they certainly didn't have any of the physical attributes that any men lusted after. On their naming days, their eyes didn't turn very blue... More like a light hazel. And they had been chastised for it. Some said it was because they had 'messed around' too much, and others simply blamed their dirty heritage. Typically brown eyed women were unable to get pregnant. So hazel-eyed girls were usually accused of low-born heritage. As it was, their lack of pure blue eyes did not make them as ugly as Faye, but they certainly were not pretty or curvy in any way. They had both been married to the same good-for-nothing worthless husband who spent most of his time drunk or having sex with his two homely wives.
At least, until "She" had shown up... Now there were no men at all... well... There was one.
The whole village had been gathered for the hanging of Cham Ryan. There weren't but twenty families in the whole village, but nobody would miss something as eventful as a hanging. Even Gwen's husband, the town drunk, Potiphar, was there.
Intense Misogyny and constant horniness was just a way of life... But even so, even though the women were considered property, a man still didn't allow others to mess with his stuff. And, make no mistake, property is still property. Another man can not violate another man's property and get away with it.
And that's just what Cham had done - sort of.
Cham was a young guy, he had just experienced his naming day - which meant that he was now able to take a wife. In a simple ceremony, he had been tested for a cock ring, which was simply a golden ring that was mounted on a permanent stone pedestal in the center of the village. No one knew where the pedestal had come from, but it was obviously ancient, and the ring was immovable. It somehow knew when a man was an adult, any other time, it didn't work for younger boys. But all of the boys and men knew the size of the ring. Over the past few years he had already "pre-tested" himself the ring just to see how he fared... But he wasn't even close to being large enough. From what he heard, apparently the ring was supposed the same size as a 'red' ring, the smallest of the enchanted cock rings. It was easily two to three times thicker than his puny manhood. On his birthday, he had considered sneaking up in the morning when nobody was watching... Only to find a crowd of people already waiting for him. As he approached the ring, it began to shine, and he felt himself getting hard. Rather than draw it out, he simply dropped his pants and proceeded.
Unfortunately, just like ALL of the other men in the mining town, his small 4" erect penis was far too short and obviously not thick enough. The moment he put his cock through the large ring, it stopped glowing and that was it. Nothing. And on that very same day, he decided to stake a claim for his first wife. Evidently Cham had been saving up all of his coin for a while... Because early that morning, he had marched over to the mayor's house and offered a fine sum for Becca, the mayor's daughter who was of marrying age.
It was well known that Becca was the Mayor's "golden goose" and he had been getting ready to travel up to the fair with her. There she would fetch the Mayor a good price when he auctioned her off to some rich lord up in Noblash. She was quite pretty and lithe... But more than that, her large prominent bust and small waist was highly desired. And the Mayor would show her off like a prized calf at certain times, parading her around at the market from time to time. The townsmen drooled over her lush curves and large chest, which protruded out like two fresh melons, but the men knew to keep away. And now that she was of age, she could officially be "de-flowered."
This was one of the strictest rules in Noblash, 'The preservation of Virginity', which stated that a girl had to stay a virgin until her 18th birthday, or else the ring spell would not work. Every girl born in Noblash was born with brown eyes. There was no doubt to their maturity, for on their naming day, their eyes would simply turn bright blue and they would become viable. It happened to every woman regardless of wealth, beauty or station. Even worse, if a man with a ring attempted to deflower a girl with brown eyes, his own rings would simply vanish. Furthermore, for any man or boy, the penalty was either banishment or death. But for the girl, in many ways it was even worse. Her eyes would never change. And somehow, she would slowly lose her beauty. Even the most promising girls with the most lush curves would degenerate into unseemly spinsters with no hope of succeeding in this strange world.
This was the blessing of the ancient magic that was sacrosanct. The magic somehow helped to protect them, without it, they would be decimated by the evil ones... Or so it was told. Much of the lore had been lost. It appeared that the nature of the spell was born into the people of Noblash. It was in their very blood, cast into them by some ancient sorcery and then passed down through generations of tightly controlled breeding.
Most of the time, the Mayor had kept Becca locked up in her room, and he kept the key around his neck at all times. She represented his wealth and was his ticket to a better life.
So it goes, that when Cham presented himself to the Mayor that morning and offered all of his meager earnings in return for the woman he wanted, the Mayor simply laughed in his face and had him forcibly removed from the property. Evidently, Cham didn't know his place and decided to take Becca despite the Mayor's rebuttal.
Later that day, the Mayor heard passionate screams coming from Becca's room and in a panic, unlocked it to find young Cham and Becca in the throes of passion. Evidently, Cham had scaled the outer wall and entered her bedroom window with a pry bar.
It was not mere coincidence that the Red Sorceress was passing over the NorthGlen exactly at the same time that the whole town was witnessing the hanging of Cham Ryan. Of course, she wasn't in her human form and usually she would not be out during the day, but she had heard a disturbance earlier that morning as she flew through the forest, which had snapped her away from her journey to investigate the scene.
The red-faced portly Mayor was standing on the stage of the gallows, yelling at the top of his lungs.
