The Enchantress: Birthday Beating
It was a lonesome walk through the common grounds, abandoned for the colder season. The hero sighed, trying not to think about his princess and apprentice, and how today would be the first birthday he’s spent without company in over five years.
Ever since his apprentice entered his life half a decade back (really his partner and equal at this point, the title was basically a nickname) he had gotten used to being part of a duo instead of a lone traveler. Even his relationship with the princess had gone closer and more comfortable with Bell serving as the mutual friend to bridge them closer.
He had forgotten that most of his years were lonely ones.
But all was not lost. He had warned his princess months ago that he would be spending this month on an important trip to the southwest. The princess had promised him an unmatched “gift” to make up for lost time at a later date. He tried not to think of what it means, though the thought kept him warm in the cold.
His thoughts were interrupted as his keen senses pick up on an aberrant sound, so subtle most regular humans would miss it. He turned and saw a figure coming from behind.
A tall and large woman wearing clothes that are far too short for the weather. Blue eyes and painted red lips that were noticeable from the white backdrop of her almost white skin and light gold hair. Her round cheeks puffed from her grin, her eyes locked on him. Her shoulders were broad, muscles visible from beneath her thin white cotton top. She wore no sleeves, her muscular arms ending in hands bound in bandages. Upon her wrist was a loose metal bracelet with a round amber amulet.
Noticeable most of all were her shorts. They wrapped around her round hips almost like a skirt and covered her knees. They were made from the hides of some sort of light tan animal the hero couldn’t immediately identify. And she wore no shoes despite the harsh, rocky trail.
Hero: If you were sent by the Enchantress, I don’t suppose I could pay you to leave me be?
The large woman smirked, bumping her bound knuckles together in front of her chest. She was clearly a puncher.
Pugilist: I’m afraid not, swordsman.
The woman raised one hand, showing her amber amulet that glistened even in the cloudy sunlight. The hero made the mistake of watching it. He found his body lax, a familiar wave of loosened control taking over.
Giggling, the boxer gestured him to follow with one finger. The hero could not fight back the urge, and followed the large woman as she lead him to a circular clearing with a smooth stone floor. If this were an ambush the hero would have been in trouble.
When they were both standing on the circular arena she dropped the amulet on the floor and kicked it away. The hero regained control.
Hero: Damn it. What do you want from me today?
Pugilist: Why else would a fighter “invite” a fellow fighter to a clear ring?
Hero: Are you a gladiator?
Pugilist: Pankration and traditional bare fisted boxing are my main trades. But fear not, fellow warrior. My employer was very clear that I was not to rough you up too badly. Now be a good boy and come closer, so I can dominate you <3
Not so keen on accepting her offer the hero reached for his weapon but she was upon him before he could draw his blade.
A right hook struck the side of his face.
It was fast, it was heavy, and the hero knew it should have been strong enough to break something. But though he felt the momentum of the punch he felt no pain at all.
The next blow, faster than he could react, came to his chest. Once again it was powerful, strong enough that the hero fell to his knees, but he felt no pain.
It was numbness. Numbness would imply damage that he simply could not feel. It was as though his body was covered in layers and layers of thick protective wool. But at the same time, there was a feeling… a pleasurable feeling. On his unbruised face and chest, right where the powerful bruiser’s punches made impact, he felt a buzzy sensation of pleasure that travelled down his body like static, and around his crotch. A numb-y pleasure around his cock and balls beneath his thick pants and underwear.
The hero felt the pugilist grasp the front of his shirt and pull him up to face her. She smirked down at him, confident and knowing that she had him thoroughly beaten. With her other hand she grasped his belt full of weapons and tossed them away.
He stood up and tried to push her off but found himself being lifted into the air into a suplex.
She slammed him toward the ground as though intending to snap his body painfully in two. Whether he would actually be injured by the fall, and he was beginning to suspect that he wouldn’t somehow, the hero would not know as he expertly manipulated his body out of the toss and softened the blow by landing on his feet. He then tightened his fists and dashed to his larger opponent.
He aimed one solid punch against her stomach. As his punch landed he felt that hidden beneath the thin cotton shirt and bit of fat was a well hidden layer of steel-like abdominals. The lady’s smirk didn’t even fade from her face as his punch landed.
She made to grasp him again but he switched tactics and grabbed her left wrist. He swung his body onto her thick arm and wrapped his legs around her shoulder and torso, trapping her arm into an arm bar.
He hoped this hold would keep her down and give him time to think of his next move. This didn’t happen.
The large woman then, with the hero still holding her arm, stood up and lifted his entire body with her one arm. She gave him a wink.
She slammed his smaller body onto the ground. Once again he felt no pain but the shock produced waves of strange pleasure throughout his body, particularly his crotch. He instantly became fully erect, the only pain he felt from his uncomfortable rock hard cock trapped in his clothes. He let go of her arm. Not giving him a chance she sat atop his chest. He could do nothing as the larger and stronger woman stared down at him with a look of utter superiority.
Pugilist: The enchantress told me that you might be trouble for me. I’m a bit disappointed that she was wrong.
Hero: Wait… please, let me go!
Pugilist: You might be wondering why my punches don’t hurt you… you see, long ago, I was cursed by a warlock. No matter how I try I will never be able to harm my opponents. Even still, through training and experience and my own natural strength I have become strong enough that my punches don’t need to actually harm my opponents… You agree, yes? I’ve beaten you so thoroughly even with this curse of mine…
Hero: Yes. You’ve won. I admit it. Please!
Pugilist: You might have noticed a tingly sensation. Your body doesn’t understand why it’s not feeling any pain and damage despite being utterly throttled, so it is a little confused. Some of my opponents even… well… embarassed themselves accidentally when I beat them. It’s always a laugh when that happens.
She shifted over his body. The hero knew she could feel his hard cock below her ass. She smirked.
Pugilist: My my. It seems you are feeling embarassed too, huh?
She tightened her fists, ready to pummel him.
With that she launched her punches, each one against the hero’s face. Numb, pleasurable, dizzying blows that broke no bones sent the hero’s nervous system into a confused frenzy. Each blow felt like a soft squeeze of pressure moreso than a punch. The hero tried and tried but he could not lift the woman off of his body nor could he scramble away.
And in his cock he felt mounting waves of pressure as the sensation of being thoroughly beaten was overwhelming him. Pain would have been normal, manageable. Nothing he hadn’t dealt with before. But this numbness, the feeling of her weight on his body, it was too much.
Desperately, the hero’s instincts kicked in. Before the next punch, one that would have pushed him over the edge, landed he struck his opponent in the inner thigh with one finger. The woman’s punches stopped as the hero’s finger pressed against a pressure spot that activated a ticklish, and pleasurable sensation.
It was only a half second of hesitation, but it was enough for the hero to begin his escape. He bent his knees into a tent. He expelled as much air from his lungs as he could and manipulated his diaphragm to flatten his chest and slipped his arms beneath his opponent’s buttocks and grasped his knees as leverage, lifting the giant woman by a few centimeters. He then shot out from beneath her like a spring.
The pugilist raised an eyebrow, impressed but not afraid. She got up and made toward the hero with the speed that had surprised him earlier, but he was ready.
The hero utilized the only bit of his physical advantages he had over his otherwise highly superior opponent: his acrobatic skills and desperate thinking. He leapt over the quick opponent and wrapped her arms around her neck with one elbow. He then struck a bunch of her muscles in her back, laxing her musculature so that her magnificent strength was decreased to a manageable level.
He put her into a chokehold, straining his muscles to the point where they felt as tense as ropes about to snap!
The larger opponent fell to her knees, grasping his arms to try and fight the hold to no avail. It seemed the hero was about to pull a win from the jaws of defeat.
But then the pugilist chuckled, shocking the hero.
Pugilist: Very good. But I have my pay to think of so… I’m afraid we must resume your domination <3
The hero felt the large woman’s grasp on the forearm wrapped around her neck and, shocking him, pulled it off. A choke-hold is supposed to be impossible to escape from because the choker utilized their whole body while the oppoent could only resist with their forearms and no leverage… but his ridiculously strong opponent leapt across that uncrossable gap in leverage with her immense superior strength.
She easily reversed the hold, holding him to the ground. To his shock the hero found himself effortlessly put back beneath her, this time with his arms safely trapped to his sides between her tight and powerful thighs.
Pugilist: I’m sorry for what I said earlier, swordsman. No one has ever escaped me before. You ARE everything the enchantress promised… I wish I didn’t need to defeat you so soon.
This time she did not begin punching immediately. She stroked the hero’s face with one hand, sadistically smiling down at him like a lover. When she delivered her powerful but harmless punches she made sure to give him enough time between each blow to see her smug face. She loved watching him experience the loving, numbing, pleasure.
Before he was just a tiny opponent, just another bug to squash and humiliate for money. Now that he proved he was just a bit worthier of her she was enjoying his defeat more. Sadism without pain.
Hero: Please…No More… It feels so… No please!
His pleas filled her with pride and orgasmic bliss. She squeezed him between her thighs hard enough to crush a man’s ribs if it weren’t for her curse. She felt his cock grow hard beneath his clothes, shivering oh so close to that humiliating relief.
And then, when the hero closed his eyes, the last of his hope of escape leaving him and was completely broken, she wanted to reward him. She cupped his face and planted a kiss onto his cheek.
Pugilist: One day, swordsman… We’ll fight again one day. And then we’ll go all the way… but I’ve been told not to “finish you off.”
She stood up, letting the pleasure drunk hero go. The hero, still in a daze, looked at her beautiful face with barely disguise desire. She chuckled.
Pugilist: Happy birthday, “hero.”
With that condescending tone she left him on the ground. It was cold, his hard cock softening slowly, the hero left hungry for touch.
He would not be hungry for long as the familiar chuckle of his long time foe rang out, and the sound of stilettos approached him. The enchantress stood over him, looking down.
Enchantress: Did you enjoy your gift, my hero? Was she worth the money?
The enchantress slowly stripped down. She let the hero watch as her silky cloth slipped off her body, revealing her supple breasts and perfect skin…
She sat atop him as the pugilist had, though she was as light as a bird in comparison. She unbuckled his belt and slid down his pants, freeing his erect cock. She lifted his shirts off his body. She laid him totally bare.
Enchantress: I’ve been dominating you for years, hero. I know that nothing arouses you as deeply as being thoroughly trounced…
The hero could not crawl away as the enchantress got up and turned so that he faced her ass. With dread and non-consensual delight he saw her lower it to him, blocking out the sun.
The pugilist’s blows and even slams were cursed… they felt like his body was covered in layers of protective cloth… the pleasure he got from them were the making of his own confused nerves…
But as the enchantress lay her body atop him and her ass pressed against his face he felt as though that protective layer was stripped off and he felt everything… Her soft skin, the smell of her cunt, the tickle of her fingers playing with his cock, it was ELECTRIFYING.
Enchantress: Mmmm… your body is so utterly defeated… I’m no fighter myself, so I needed to hire out… But to achieve this level of defeat and humiliation out of you… maybe I should keep her as a permanent employee. Would you like that?
The enchantress chuckled. Her precious little toy was still being silly and denying his destiny. She swayed her ass left and right, playing with his head beneath, as she squeezed the tip of his cock with her two fingers. He was so dangerously close to cumming, but she could keep him there forever…
Enchantress: You’re going to admit you enjoyed it, hero. Or else you don’t get to cum~ And I know you want to cum~
Enchantress: You want to orgasm because you’ve been beaten… You like that you’ve been beaten… admit it…
Enchantress: Admit that being helpless against such a strong, unbeatable, beautiful woman felt so right… Admit that it feels so right to be held down beneath my ass and played with…
The enchantress breathed onto his cock, letting him know how close to her tongue it was. It shivered. The hero couldn’t think with the pleasure mounting high and the overwhelming aroma of the enchantress’s pussy against his mouth. There was truly no fighting back.
Enchantress: The gallant hero… so used to winning fights and saving the day… loves to lose and lose and lose… say it… You can’t fight the urge to say it… You can’t win… say it and admit you love it…
Enchantress: Oh hero… you can feel me shudder as you say it, can’t you? You know how much pleasure it gives me to hear you say it… Keep going…
Hero: I… I love being helpless… I fight so hard, but I can’t win…
Hero: I… I love when I’m beaten… it feels wrong and bad… but it feels too good… I’m sorry I feel tihs way… but I can’t resist… P-Please!
Enchantress: Oh… Your mighty foe, the evil enchantress, loves when you give in. Every admission coming from your mouth makes me sadistically happy… Even knowing that, you can’t stop, can you? Because you want to orgasm too much to hold it in… More, hero!
Hero: Mmmph… Please… You hired a fighter to beat me today… it was so casual… I couldn’t do a thing… It feels so wrong that a thug you hired could crush me so easily… I feel so ashamed… but that shame makes me so hard… please…
Enchantress: Keep going, or you don’t get that last little squeeze…
Hero: Mmmmmmmph! She… she made me feel so good… even without hurting me she could have crushed my spirit anytime she wanted… only your orders spared me… please… I… I wanted her to keep beating me… I craved her… as I crave you…
Enchantress: I’ll give you that one little squeeze that will destroy you…
Hero: Ugh… Oh… and you making me admit these things… how willing I am to debase myself and beg for your effortless power to make me cum… It feels so shameful… It feels… it… it makes me love you so much…
The enchantress smirked, controlling herself, not letting the hero know that his words and utter submission made her came right there and then. She bit her tongue as trembles went all throughout her body, right atop her defeated and begging man.
She felt beyond satisfied. This was her gift to her hero, but she felt as though she could leave him like this like the cruel evil woman she was.
She should have got up and left him there, totally aroused and ashamed, no orgasm and no reward at all. The thought could probably make her cum all the more, masturbating to her hero’s teased and unsatisfied humiliation all througout the night.
She leaned close to his cock and whispered.
Enchantress: Happy birthday, hero.
She gave it a full, loving suck as the hero screamed in ecstasy. His orgasm was enormous and long lasting, with the enchantress not missing a single beat, swallowing all of it without pause and leaving no evidence. The hero shook on that floor, utterly defeated and spoiled by his mighty foe’s dark and loving mercy.
Enchantress: You’re welcome, hero.
With that the enchantress lifted her exhausted trophy into the air with her magic and they both teleported away to the enchantress’s abode where the hero’s undoing would continue for the entire day.
