Chapter 10: Epilogue
I parted the branches carefully and looked out at the cleared yard behind the house. A house made of bricks. There was a wooden veranda, assorted strange furniture and fittings scattered about the yard and a large kennel. I had found the place. Now, I happily admit I hated him at times, but Big Bad Wolf has been good to and with me, and when I heard what Galinda the Good Witch of the East had done to him I wanted my revenge. It was just plain unfair, and I have a terrible sense of fairness.
The screen door banged open and a broad-hipped figure swayed out into the sunshine. She had glorious curves tightly wrapped in a black leather dress that covered her to her ankles. I felt my eyes slowly stroking her lovely figure as they curled upwards from her spindly heeled shoes, round her hips, tucking in tightly at a waist nipped in close by a matching black leather corset with bright red laces that were straining to hold her figure in check, and finally up over the swells of her breasts.
Then I shuddered and averted my blue eyes as I reached her terrible porcine face with it’s vestigial snout and bushy eyebrows. She was the dominant member of the Three Little Pigs that history did its best to forget. And thanks to Galinda she had my Wolfie.
She swayed over to the kennel and whistled sharply. I heard something moving inside, and I heard myself gasp as the magically enslaved Big Bad Wolf emerged. There was a murderously tight muzzle of leather straps wrapped about his snout, and he was forced to remain on all fours before her by a magic collar fastened about his throat. A magic collar from Galinda that had given the evil Piggie control of him. His ears were down flat on his head and I could read defeat in every movement of his body. Kidnap or no kidnap, no one and nothing deserved to be treated like that. Well, not unless they wanted to be of course. But that, as they say, was another story.
Taking a firm grip of Galinda’s wand, I stepped out from amongst the trees that surrounded the property and smiled as Piggie’s head snapped round. She took me in in a long glance, from my spiky white heels, up my legs with their long white stockings, frilly petticoats and my little red dress. Taken with my red hair and I so lived up to being Red Riding Hood.
“Well well,” she snorted, “I did wonder if you would come swinging by. Word on the trails has it you and the girls had got lose from the Evil Queen.”
“We have,” I smiled, “And I have come for what is mine.”
Hands on hips she stood square between me and Wolfie with a sneer on her face. I smiled back and brought my stolen wand into view from behind me back. I saw her features flicker as she saw it, figured out what it was and felt a tremor of panic as I raised it with a wide smile on my face.
I waved the wand in a circle, sparks flew from it’s tip, and I saw her gulp. With a flick of my wrist I sent the shower of sparks dancing towards her. She threw up her hands to ward them off, but where they struck they turned to ropes which fastened themselves tightly about her wrists. She let out a cry of piggie fury, swiftly silenced as the sparks that had not bound her wrists flowed around them and transformed themselves into a huge ball-gag that swelled in her mouth until her cheeks bulged and all she could do was gurgle impotently.
I gave the wand another swirl, and sparks of magic rose up from the ground and started to whirl about her. She whimpered through the gag as she watched them solidify in the air about her and dive inwards as a wall of magic. Where the spinning cloud touched it tore at her clothes, ripping away the leather in great shards to reveal the flesh beneath.
She whimpering as the hurricane of magic set about her flesh, tormenting the softness of her body, alternating between rough handling and a swirling silky caress that made her both whimper and cry with passion. Then, as quickly as the storm had begun it abated, the magic turning to more rope which wrapped itself tightly about her ample curves until she stood there immobile before me like an upright mummy. Only her fingers protruded from the tight mesh, and as I approached they flexed impotently in the fresh air.
I stepped towards her and smiled as Big Bad Wolf ran towards me down on all fours until he could sit before me whimpering attentively past the muzzle. I played with his ears for a moment, then as I saw the torment in his eyes I touched the magic collar with the very tip of the wand and it fell away. The muzzle swiftly followed and Big Bad Wolf rose up on his hind legs until he stood over us both. He was panting with thinly controlled fury. He slowly turned on the helplessly trussed Piggie and gave her a shove. Whimpering wordlessly she toppled over and crashed onto the ground.
He was breathing hard, temper rolling off him in waves. A fury I was intending to put to very good use back at his place. I placed a hand on his arm and led him gently away leaving Piggie writhing and wailing of the floor. The wand crackled, the air burst into a magic portal about us and we were gone.
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I pushed the branches aside and smiled as I saw what had befallen Galinda the Good Witch of the East. Oh how the mighty had fallen. Her long ash blonde hair, once a mane of glorious curls and waves was smothered against her head and face by her own sweat, the once wavy fringe falling over her eyes. I watched her shake her head to move the wayward fringe out of her eyes and fail miserably.
Once one of the most beautiful people in all of Fairyland, her careless words had led her to her current predicament, and I still wanted my revenge on her.
Her milky white skin was on show to all as she was dragged through the pasture by her Munchkin captors. As naked as the day she was born she was being hauled along by the tiny slavers who had her under their complete control. Not one came higher than her knee but together they had her under their power.
A thick collar of ropes was fast about her throat, and two ropes led from it to a pair of Munchkins who walked before her, moving quickly to keep the ropes tight and Galinda moving just faster than was comfortable for her. There were ropes encircling her ankles held by other Munchkins, and her arms were fastened together behind her back. Forearms were pressed together as the ropes had been lovingly wound from wrist to shoulder to take away much of her natural balance. And a rope ran from the very tip of the murderously tight bondage to another Munchkin walking behind her. And every so often this grinning little figure would give the rope a sharp tug to make her stumble and curse.
If she ever hesitated slender whips snapped out from wither side and bit her tight buttocks without mercy. I watched as they struck and she twisted and writhed in her bondage, howling and crying in protest. As she twisted and hauled as the ropes I felt a terrible satisfaction at seeing the red glow spread across the pale flesh of her arse by the bites of the whips.
A tiny figure swarmed swiftly up the ropes that had her arms their prisoner and before she could react a thick rope gag was tied tightly about her face and her cries were reduced to helpless mewlings and the tears started to flow.
Still smiling I stepped out from my cover and stepped into the path of the Muchkins. I was not exactly a friend of the Munchkins and their evil little slaving ways, but I knew I could at least speak with them.
“Come on guys,” I said, “You knew you wouldn’t be allowed to keep her forever. If I didn’t come, it would have been her sister from the West. You remember her? The Wicked Witch?”
There was an unhappy muttering from the little band along the themes of ‘yes’ and ‘it’s not fair’. But they knew I was right. And if the Wicked Witch of the West got involved they knew things would not end well for them. And I could see from the pointing fingers and quiet whispers that they had spotted the wand in my hand. Galinda’s wand. I raised my hand and a grumbling Munchkin stepped forwards and tossed the leash to me. I bowed slightly to them in a decent show of gratitude, and received the same in return. Then with the rope leash in my hand I turned, gave it a sharp tug and stepped away into a portal created by the wand and was gone.
I could see the relief in her eyes as we stepped out of the magic portal, and then as I smiled I watched it slowly turn to panic as I tugged hard and the leash and she realised untying her did not feature in my immediate plans. Then she started to make inarticulate wailing sounds and to fight the leash as she realised I was leading her towards Big Bad Wolf's house.
“You asked for this you bitch!” I said as I easily kept up the tension on the leash and hauled her unwilling and still unbalanced toward the low house. She was really trying to fight me now as she realised what I had must have in mind for her. But with your arms tied tight up behind your back, a rough leash a your throat and a big gag jammed between your teeth you really have no hope of escape. Trust me, I’ve been there and I know it.
We stopped and I turned to face her. There was a real fear in her eyes as we faced each other. Something close even to panic so I kept the leash tight in my hand. Her tightly tied arms forced her shoulders back and her pert breasts thrust out towards me. The panicky breathing made them rise and fall in a most distracting fashion.
Unbidden my hand reached out and cupped one of those heaving breasts. At my cool touch she tried to pull back but I was ready for her and jerked the leash back towards me. My eyes held hers as I let my thumb run itself softly over her nipple and I felt it spring to attention under my caress.
“So much for the chaste Good Witch of the East” I murmured, “All that abstinence must have made you horny as hell, eh ?” She blushed but said nothing, then let out a soft moan as my thumb made a rougher pass across her tender nipple, and I watched the other rise to attention in unison, desperately craving a caress of it’s own. “Now bitch” I murmured, “You took my boyfriend and threw him to the Little Pigs for weeks. In know Wolfie isn’t perfect, but that wasn’t nice. And now it’s time you got yours.”
Before she could say anything I had turned on my spiky heels and given the leash a tug so hard she almost lost her footing before being forced to follow my swaying arse towards her fate.
We climbed the wooden steps up on to the veranda around Wolfie’s house, and I kicked the door open with a cheery cry of “Honey, I’m home!”
It took all my strength to stop Galinda pulling from of my grip on her leash and running away into the brush. Right now anything looked better to her than what she saw in her immediate future in that house.
Big Bad Wolf rolled over on his bed and his eyes lit up as he saw the naked Galinda at the end of her leash. His long tongue lapped about his muzzle as he rolled off the bed and strolled over. As naked as the day he had been pupped his soft grey fur outlined his wide chest and rolling muscles in a disarming way no girl could hope to resist.
I watched Galdina’s eyes growing wide as she watching the twitching of that mighty manhood between his legs, coming slowly to attention as his eyes drank in Galinda’s pale naked beauty.
I dragged her still fighting past him, and I heard his low growl as he smelt the scent of her fear. Without a word I threw Galinda on her back on the that wide bed I had occupied so many times, and before she could move I tapped the bed with her own wand and muttered an obscure magic word. At the touch of the magic the ropes still trailing from her ankles dived for the bedposts and tied themselves fast, and Galinda gave out a wail as they roughly hauled her legs wide apart as they pulled themselves tight.
I could hear Wolfie laughing as I touched the bed again and before our eyes the mass of ropes encircling her arms unwound themselves and launched themselves at the remaining bedposts. They wrapped themselves tightly about them and swiftly adjusted themselves, pulling Galinda out tight and flat on the bed, tears rolling down her cheeks and a plaintive wail emerging from behind the gag.
I took a couple of steps back and smiled at him. He smiled back, his lips snarling back from rows of teeth. I nodded towards the bed and walked back to the door. As I turned back to watch Wolfie was settling down on the bed beside her, and I heard her wail again as his long tongue flickered out and caressed one of her nipples in a way only a long, rough Wolf’s tongue can.
I felt a soft arm about my waist and I turned to find myself looking into a pair of big brown eyes surrounded by soft red fur.
“You must be Vixen” I said, a quick glance taking in her tight leather outfit of hotpants and a plunging top revealing acres of tawny flesh that made my knees weak.
“Shall we leave them to it ?” She murmured, “We don’t need them to have fun, do we ?”
I allowed her to guide me gently into an adjoining room. A vast bed in the centre dominated the room, and as her arm held me tighter I knew what Vixen had in mind, and I didn’t mind one bit. She nodded towards a pile of leather straps abandoned on a chair and raised a questioning eyebrow. Clearly Wofie had told her a few things about me. Ok, I admit it. I’m a kinky bitch and I didn’t care as long as the right people knew it.
I smiled as her and slipped out of her grasp, moving in front of her and touching the tip of the wand to the hem of my tiny red skirt and heard her gasp as my clothes melted away under a cloud of sparkling magic. I felt her eyes drinking in my trim body from the souls of my tiny feet, up over my tiny little waist, circled my generous breasts and flitted over the freckles that dusted my nose before reaching my big blue eyes. And she smiled.
I flicked my wand back until it’s tip touched the bed and I uttered what I hoped was the right magic word. The bed trembled gently as magic sparkled around the bedposts and they sprouted leather manacles on chains that came to rest on the mattress with a sexy tinkle of steel links.
Vixen was licking her lips wildly as I laid myself back on the bed and stretched myself out. At a final magic word the leather manacles leapt forwards and snapped themselves closed about my wrists and ankles before rattling back about the bedposts stretching me out in a helpless spreadeagle.
With a gentle purr Vixen climbed onto the bed, straddling my waist before leaning forwards towards me. My nostrils were filled with the scent of warm leather on her flesh before that lovely long tongue started to lap at me and I was truly back in heaven.
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