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Jungfrau

Jungfrau

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Once upon a time, there was a maiden called Jungfrau who lived alone at the summit of a great mountain range. As she grew into womanhood, Jungfrau remained blissfully unaware of the dangers that might befall a beautiful girl. Monche, the monk who lived on the mountain peak next to hers, observed her insouciance and questioned her safety. He knew that, along this very mountain range, there lived an ogre who would not hesitate before interfering with such a fair maiden.

“Jungfrau,” Monche called to her. When she did not respond, the monk began a slow trek in her direction. “Jungfrau? Fair maiden, I must speak with you.”

Finally, Jungfrau heard his words and turned. She smiled at him, and her lips were like roses glistening with honey sweetness. In her hands, she held edelweiss and mountain flowers, which only an innocent might find beneath the mountain’s snow. Holding them out for Monche to see, she said, “Look what I found, kind neighbour.”

“Beautiful,” Monche said, feeling the ache of that beauty in his gut.

Jungfrau stood before him in a long white robe, which caught the breeze’s whims and fluttered around her ankles. Her snow-white hair glistened in the daytime sun as she brought her bouquet close to her face and took in their fragrance. She closed her eyes and looked as though ecstasy had found her in that handful of edelweiss.

“Maiden,” Monche said. His impulses raged below the surface, but he kept his need in check as a monk must do. “Maiden, are you not concerned for your safety, all alone on this mountain?”

Her eyes grew round and wide. “What is there to be frightened of?”

“The ogre,” Monche blurted. “I don’t mean to alarm you, but he is a beast of a man and lives on the peak next to mine. I would never forgive myself if I failed to keep you safe.”

Jungfrau nodded slowly, and then gazed up at her house on the hill. “Will the ogre find me there?”

“He could.” Monche’s heart raced. “And, worse yet, the ogre has the power to enchant you. You cannot trust your own senses, dear maiden. You might give yourself to him and not know why.”

The edelweiss fell from her hands. “Oh dear,” she said. “What can I do to prevent such an attack?”

“Come with me,” the monk suggested. “I will keep you safe.”

Jungfrau gazed longingly at her mountain, and sighed in resignation. When she took his hand and followed, Monche’s groin ached most devilishly.

He showed her to his chamber, which was little more than a very large cave hollow. She seemed reluctant as she entered, afraid of the darkness and the heaviness of the stone all around.

“It’s all right,” Monche said to her. “I will not hurt you, Jungfrau.”

“Oh, I didn’t think...” She trailed off, but her cheeks burned red and she fidgeted a great deal, touching her dress, scuffing the cavern floor. “Yes, I know. You’re a monk.”

“That doesn’t mean to say I have succeeded in abandoning my impulses,” he confessed as he threw off his robes.

Jungfrau gasped, stepping away until her back met the cavern wall. She covered her eyes and then slowly uncovered them. Her jaw dropped and she asked, “What is that?”

She pointed between his legs.

“You’ve heard of a chastity belt?” he asked, and she nodded. “Well, this is the same idea, but for a man. I’ve bound myself in leather, you see. It’s inescapable unless I take a knife to it, but the danger of cutting my sensitive flesh is far too great. You are safe with me, maiden, but are you safe with yourself?”

A rosy blush crossed her cheeks, and she pressed both hands to her face. “Should I be wearing a chastity belt too, do you think?”

Monche had already considered this question at great length. “I have a better idea for you, Jungfrau. I propose securing you to the wall of my cavern so that you may never succumb to the ogre’s evil intentions.”

Jungfrau turned her pretty head and gazed at the metal rings Monche had secured to the stone. “It’s for the best, you think?”

Monche nodded solemnly. “You can trust no one but me, fair maiden. Only I may guard you without succumbing to my own desires.”

Dutiful to her dignity, Jungfrau agreed to be bound within Monche’s dark cavern. Though he used the softest of ropes, she whimpered every time he wrapped them around her wrists.

“I apologize,” Monche offered. “Am I hurting you?”

“My freedom,” she whispered, hanging her head down low. Her long hair splayed against her white gown. “What have I gained in losing it?”

“Safety,” he told her, securing her wrists to the metal anchors. He only hoped this was true. In his heart, he cared very much for her well-being, even if his reason for bringing her to this place was less than noble.

“You promise to keep me safe?” she begged.

He tied her ankles together, and she flinched each time his fingers brushed her skin. “I will do my utmost to protect you, Jungfrau.”

When she was perfectly secured and unable to escape, her tears flowed softly. They transformed into sobs as minutes drew into hours, and it was then Monche stepped out of his cave to watch for Eiger. Her cries would surely to draw him. It was only a matter of time.

The leather-bound muscle between Monche’s legs twitched in anticipation.

There! Was that him, that hulking black mass making its way up the rocky mountain path? Yes, it must be. Finally, after years of trying, Monche had succeeded in summoning Eiger to his peak. All it took was a damsel in distress to gain the ogre’s interest.

Monche’s naked flesh pricked as he cowered falsely into the cave. Jungfrau gasped at his apparition, and she bit her lip when he said, “The ogre is coming!”

“What shall we do?”

“Don’t fret.” Monche’s heart thundered in his chest as Jungfrau’s breasts rose and fell. “I will ensure your safety.”

A dark cloud passed by the entryway, and the ogre’s form appeared outside the cave. Monche’s door wasn’t large enough for Eiger to pass through, but the ogre didn’t let a bit of rock stand between him and a whimpering Jungfrau. He smashed his fist against it, bringing a cascade of stone tumbling down the mountainside. Monche cowered in the corner with his rear in the air, closing his ears to Jungfrau’s tortured screams.

“Monster!” Eiger’s deep voice rumbled as he stepped into Monche’s cavern. “Using an innocent young woman as bait to beckon me to your mountain? And you call yourself a monk! There is nothing holy about you.”

Silence cradled the cave as Eiger seethed. It was Jungfrau who first spoke, asking, “Bait? What does the ogre mean, dear neighbour?”

“You are too young to understand,” the ogre replied.

“I am not so young!” she replied, petulantly.

Eiger began untying the maiden before saying, “Very well, then. Your neighbour has used you to summon me to his lair. For years, he’s harboured a lust for this humble ogre, and I have rejected his advances continuously. But he’s a clever man, and he knew if heard a woman in distress I would investigate.”

“Oh it’s true, it’s all true!” Monche cried, climbing the wall and sticking his bare ass in Eiger’s direction. “Punish me for my sins, Eiger. Use this jelly to ease a path inside my base. Drive the demons from me!”

Monche glanced over his shoulder in time to watch Jungfrau drop to her knees, dirtying her white dress against the cavern floor. Eiger took her wrists between his palms and rubbed them gently. Their tender connection became so evident Monche could feel their nervous adoration all the way across the room.

“Let me carry you home, dear maiden.” Eiger stoked her hair with his giant hand. “Your arms and legs must ache from being strung up. I will prepare a meal while you rest, and bring tea to your lips until you are yourself again.”

Jungfrau blinked rapidly, and Monche recognized the sentiment in her gaze. Her lips pursed when she glanced from Eiger to Monche. He had used her, it was true, but in the process he’d inadvertently brought love into her life and she seemed to recognize that fact. She looked to Eiger and said, “Do as the duplicitous monk desires.”

The ogre gasped as Jungfrau arched up and pressed her cheek against the crotch of his torn suede trousers. Her eyes rolled back as she no doubt sensed the mass of his girth, and Eiger groaned unapologetically.

“Tie the monk up with rope,” Jungfrau encouraged. “Fold him over and drive out the demons.”

“But why?” Eiger asked as the young woman rubbed her cheek across his obvious erection.

“Because,” she explained, “if you don’t satisfy him now he will only plot to steal you away once I make you my own.”

The ogre seemed shocked at such a revelation. “A beautiful girl like you would make me your own?”

Jungfrau smiled coyly and lowered her eyes. “If you will be mine.”

The giant stood proud and tall, his throbbing girth creating a visible bulge beneath his pants. When he turned slowly toward the corner of the cave, Monche’s c**k fought its leather cage and lost. The casing was far too tight to allow for erections, but that was its purpose, after all.

His knees shook as Eiger stormed across the cave. When the brutish ogre’s hands met his shoulders, he knew ecstasy was not far off.

The girl drew closer, slithering across the cavern floor and trailing thick black ropes. Monche let his arms fall forward until his fingers brushed his toes. Jungfrau snatched them up, seeming not so innocent as she tied his wrists to his ankles. A strange sort of fire blazed in her eyes as she secured them tightly, much tighter than he’d have thought her capable. Perhaps it was retribution, or perhaps she shared his lusty anticipation.

Monche’s nose met his shin as Jungfrau tied his binds. He could no longer see her, and he could only just make out his burly neighbour approaching from behind.

“Are you certain this is your wish?” Eiger asked.

“I am,” Jungfrau replied. Her voice was husky and rich. “The watching will do me good.”

Monche saw Eiger’s shorts drop to his ankles, but he could not catch sight of the thing he most wished for. Jungfrau spotted it, no doubt, because she gasped and then cooed, crawling across the floor to fondle the ogre.

“It’s huge,” she said, slathering jelly all over the neighbour’s c**k. “What a treat you’ll give our wretched monk. He will surely be satisfied when you’ve driven this goodly shaft through him.”

“He will be satisfied or he will be dead.” Eiger’s dark tone rang ominously through Monche’s gut as the fleshy tip met his hole.

Monche’s calves strained under the stretch. His wrists itched though the rope holding them to his ankles was smooth. Jungfrau had secured him so rightly he could not move in any direction. Doubled over, he sensed his tight hole clamping. He wished it open when Eiger’s huge hands landed on his cheeks, parting them widely.

“Are you ready, you devilish man who calls himself a monk?”

Eiger’s voice made him tremble, and he whimpered, “I am not devilish, but desperate. I have wanted this moment, needed it and kept it inside my fantasy mind.”

“You would do anything to feel the ogre inside you?” Jungfrau asked in a tone as lusty as any common w***e.

“Yes, I would do anything!” Monche answered. “Anything, anything in the world!”

In seconds, the maiden was perched beneath Monche’s face, her back and her feet on the cavern floor, her hips tilted toward his mouth. Her naked cunt dripped with the juices of female arousal. If Monche’s c**k had the freedom to grow, it would certainly have done so.

“If you want the ogre inside you, you must press your lips to mine,” Jungfrau bid. “Kiss me, so-called monk. Make me scream.”

The girl’s rear rested against Monche’s shins and forearms, and he’d most certainly have tumbled backward if not for Eiger propping him up. He extended his tongue, though he was wretchedly unsure of himself. His taste had never much been for women’s parts, but he would satisfy Jungfrau a hundred times over if his reward was a giant.

Monche teased the girl’s red bud and she squirmed beneath his face, begging for more. He pressed his tongue against her blazing flesh and she moaned so forceful he began to enjoy himself. It certainly was a compliment that she reacted with such lust. Lapping slowly, he swallowed her juices while Eiger slathered his hole with more jelly. He hardly knew where to place his focus.

When Eiger infiltrated Monche’s ass, there was no longer any question. Pain shot through him like lightning, from the tight ring of elastic muscle around his hole and down his legs, buzzing like bee stings in his fingers and toes. If the ogre hadn’t been holding him upright, he would have fallen over. There was no escaping the sensation. He reminded himself he’d asked for this as Jungfrau forced her cunt against his mouth, rubbing furiously on his tongue.

“Will you be satisfied when I’m finished with you?” Eiger asked as he rammed his monstrous c**k farther into Monche’s ass. “Or will you be dead?”

“I’m not yet certain.” Monche spoke against Jungfrau’s fragrant cunt.

She grabbed his head, forcing him flush to her heat. “Make me scream, wretched monk. You are nothing but meat.”

“Meat,” Eiger repeated as he pummelled Monche’s hole with that glorious c**k. “Yes, I like that, Jungfrau. He is not a monk, but a hot slab of meat.”

“A tongue for me,” the girl agreed, thrusting her cunt against his face with such force he could scarcely breathe. “And a hole for you.”

Eiger laugher thunderously as he held Monche’s cheeks and drove himself inside that place of want and ache. “Perhaps we should keep this wretched monk after we marry.”

“Keep him as meat,” she answered, giving in to screams of pleasure as she thrust her flesh against his tongue. “Yes, my ogre, oh yes we shall!”

“Yes we shall!” Eigre ground his c**k balls-deep into Monche’s aching hole and let out a tortured groan that shook the cavern.

A few more rocks came loose around the entryway, tumbling down the mountain as the young maiden and the ogre satisfied their lusts with Monche’s needful body. When they were though with him, his chin ran with the maiden’s juices and his asshole drowned in the ogre’s seed. The unlikely pair found each other’s arms like young lovers before finally untying the exhausted Monche. He spilled to the floor and smiled as they kissed.

On the day of their wedding, the mountains rejoiced at the joining of Jungfrau and the ogre. Their loving union perplexed only those who had never heard the story of their meeting, when Eiger rescued Jungfrau from the monk who stood between them. And, though Monche would often find himself as the meat in the middle of their happy marriage, he would never hope to come between them again.