The Fall of Klantstein

Story by AbaddonFanboy

943687The fall of Klanstein

Tobias bit back a sob of fear as his two captors giggled and mumbled over the bubbling cauldron. He had spent the day climbing the mountain overlooking the town of Klantstein, trying to find them. The 10 year old had reasoned that if he could beat them, then perhaps he would no longer be an outcast. He had been day dreaming as he climbed, if he could defeat the evil that had recently plagued their valley, whilst the knights and clergymen cowered behind their walls, then maybe the beatings would stop. He would be honoured by the rest of them, allowed to eat at the tables like the rest of the orphans at the church. Maybe the king would hear and he would get a knighthood! Such thoughts had filled his head as he swung his wooden sword through the brambles beyond the road pass. Then suddenly, a strong musky scent had wafted towards him, nearly gagging him with its pungency. His mind had reeled with unfamiliar emotions and, as he blacked out, the last thing he saw was a pair of bare feet walking towards him over the hard earth.

Now, he had awoken tied to a stake in a large, hot cave, lit by torches on the wall. The cavern he was in contained kitchen paraphernalia and he could see several exits, leading to other tunnels. But at the moment, his vision was dominated by two… things clustered around a steaming cauldron in the centre of the room. The two witches, for what else could they have been, were MASSIVE. And completely naked save for large pointy hats, elbow gloves and thigh high stockings. Their proportions were all wrong! The smaller of the two, a blond haired individual with glasses who was sipping whatever was in the cauldron from a spoon, had to be 7 feet tall and quite muscular. A brunette stood next to her, pouring a strange powder into the cauldron, and was of equal height but more voluptuously and softly curvy. Their hips were much wider than their shoulders, while their thighs were thicker than he was. Their buttocks were like fleshy boulders that seemed impossible their bodies could bear the weight. Their breasts were impossibly large, though again the brunette’s were substantially larger.

But what was most shocking was what lay between their legs. Each of the witches sported an enormous penis and balls below a patch of thick pubic hair. Despite his youth, he had seen enough of Klantstein’s famous livestock during mating season to know quite a bit about the birds and the bees. Still, their members put the largest bull or stallion to shame, each one looking to be slightly more than two foot in length, though the brunette was thicker by a little. They were packing scrotums that each held two testes larger than his head and were clearly sexually aroused, the thick veiny penises erect and throbbing fitfully with the pink heads drooling a clear liquid, their nipples proudly erect, and their faces flushed with lust.

The blonde noticed he was awake.

“Oh father dear, it looks like little Tobias is awake!” He started at that, how did they know his name?

The brunette turned from the cauldron and sashayed towards him, her erection swinging absentmindedly as she approached him and knelt before him.

“Excellent Clarissa, call your mother!” Up close and face to face, he could smell the same pungent musk. It wasn’t unpleasant by any means, but was powerful and to his shame he felt himself hardening.

The blonde left presumably to call this mother as the brunette, this ‘father’ knelt down and checked his bindings, which were tight but not painful.

“Welcome back to the land of the living little one!” her voice was husky and somewhat breathless, her breath smelt strangely sweet. “Oh what plans we have for you!”

“Let me go!” he tried to sound brave and determined, but it came out as a frightened squeak, which clearly amused the witch to know end.

“All in good time, pet. Annette will explain what we want from you, soon enough.” Her green eyes flickered meaningfully to the cauldron and she licked her lips with almost comical expression of greed.

He blanched in fear as he imagined being cooked and eaten by the depraved deviants, feeling his resolve not to beg crumble.

“I do hope you’re not starting on the boy without us Jonathon?” A new voice called out.

Grateful at the distraction, he turned towards the new comer. And gaped at her. She was by far the largest of the trio. The blonde witch barely reached her shoulder. Her breasts… if he curled up into a foetal position, he would easily fit in one of them with room to spare. Yet they only sagged a little under their weight and she carried them with no visible effort. She was blonde, combining the muscularity of Clarissa with Jonathon’s voluptuousness, and her erection was as thick around as his body and probably as long. It spurted heavily with each pulse,

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