Chapter 6

They rose the next day, ate a small breakfast that Elf (as he had nicknamed the tomboyish Lady of Hort) prepared, mounted Richard of Millhouse and headed north toward Elf's city. By midday, Ponkert saw the towers of the battlement-surrounded city rise from the flat meadowland that they had moved into. Another hour's ride brought them before a massive oak portal, protecting the city of Hort from invasion. A brief exchange of pleasantries between Elf and a guard and they rode within.

The teeming bustle of an Earth city was missing in Ponkert's first encounter with a Keller city. The populace was in evidence in great numbers, but the headlong rush of Earth city-dwellers was definitely missing.

Following the girl's directions, he reined to the centre of the city. Rising several stories above street level was a huge palace. Fronted with jet, it gleamed darkly in the afternoon sun. Polished white marble steps pointed the way to the brass-studded main entryway. Ponkert began to think that Tomar the Profligate was well named. Such opulence wasn't the product of a small imagination.

Dismounting as a guard took Richard's reins, the Earthman followed Elf through the palace portal, Inside was a hall that seemed to stretch for miles. At the end, almost lost in the distance, Ponkert saw a magnificent throne that glittered and caught the light from several strategically placed windows. Seated atop the throne was a man who could only be Elf's father, Tomar.

When they eventually reached the foot of the throne's dais, Ponkert carefully appraised the value of the diamonds and rubies plastered like sequins over its sides. First the beautiful, willing women and now evidence of wealth beyond his wildest dreams--he had made the right decision to exploit this planet called Keller.

As Elf recounted the attack of the direwolves and her rescue by Ponkert's magic, the Earthman carefully studied her father, the king. Tomar was no slug-fat sybarite. While sybarite he might be, well-toned muscles bulged on his arms and a barrel-like chest strained the purple velvet of his robes. Tomar was definitely not the type of man one wanted to meet alone in a dark alley.

When Elf finished her narrative, Tomar's voice boomed in friendliness, "Lord Ponkert, you have my thanks for what you have done. Although my oldest son, Cleve, has joined the gods of Ulfblom, you have saved my only daughter. Any reward I have would be small in comparison, but I shall try to repay you!"

With a clap on his massive hands, three servants entered the room, and Tomar spoke again, "Follow them and they will prepare you."

Unquestioning, Ponkert did as he was directed. Marching from the throne chamber down another long hall, he followed the three into an expansive bed chamber.

"These will be your quarters while in Hort," one of the servants explained. "A change of clothes and a bath is waiting."

With that, the three left and Ponkert was alone. A brief exploration of the room and he had located a small sunken pool next to one wall. Various containers of perfumed oils and soap were lined up at the bath.

Without hesitating, he peeled his clothes from his body and stepped in. The cleansing waters and a razor he found among the containers had him feeling like a new man within moments. Drying himself on a coarse towel, Ponkert walked to the bed where a new suit of clothes was laid out for his use.

Both the tight fitting trousers and loose tunic were white. The cape, however, was royal purple trimmed in gold braid. Ermine-lined knee-boots completed the livery. After donning the outfit, he felt like the prince he claimed to be.

Smiling, he admitted to himself that given a little more time, he could really get into the styles of Keller. This whole medieval scene appealed to something within him, which he couldn't put his finger on.

Then there was a knock at the door to his room and the three servants appeared. One of them spoke, "Tomar bids you join him."

Ponkert nodded and followed. This time their trek took them through a series of winding halls that eventually opened into a gigantic cathedral-like chamber filled with row upon row of tables. Apparently he had walked into the midst of a great feast and all the eyes of the feasters turned to him as he entered.

Tomar rose from the head table and waved him to his side. Moving through the maze of revelers, the Earthman took a seat next to the Hortian king. Tomar slapped him on the back, then dropped to his chair and the feasting began.

The banquet was opulent to match the surroundings. Wine, orange coloured, flowed in great floods. The food was as delectable as it was indescribable. Ponkert's taste buds thought they recognized pheasant and quail among the various meats he sampled. That was until Elf, who sat on the opposite side of her father, explained the meat was waterboa, a large river snake, and slimespider, whose name described its appearance and habitat. He shivered a bit thinking of eating a slimespider, but he had already downed so much wine that he would have shaken hands, or hairy legs as the case was, with the spider had it chanced into the great dining hall.

As much as he enjoyed the feast in his honour, his eyes were drawn to those of Elf, who studied him with sideways glances. His own gazes were somewhat more bold. The red-haired girl was dressed in a white lace gown that would have put Queen Guinevere to shame.

The gown dipped sharply in front, exposing a very tantalizing tight-pressed valley between two nicely proportioned breasts that had been well-hidden by the clothes he had first seen her in. The gown also hinted at the pleasing curves that lay beneath the delicate fabric, although it revealed nothing further to his disappointed eyes. As he studied the gem-like sparkle of her hazel eyes and the rosy pink blush of the evening that touched her cheeks, Ponkert wondered if he had not been a little hasty in refusing her offer back in the glade where he had rescued her.

After giving a serving girl an affectionate pinch on her ample ass, Tomar suddenly rose from his chair and raised his arms for silence within the hall.

"I, King Tomar of Hort," he proclaimed to the feastors, "declare a national holiday. Lord Ponkert has saved Princess Elfgwynne from the jaws of direwolves! For this noble act, I reward him with these!"

A chamois-like, pouch flipped from the king's fingers and landed with a heavy "plunk" before Ponkert. Gingerly, the Earthman pulled the drawstring and extracted a skilfully manufactured gold chain with a large oval medallion dangling from the centre. Grinning, he slipped the gaudy emerald and ruby adorned medal over his neck. A cheer broke from the lips of the revelers.

"To Baron Ponkert of Hort" Tomar's voice rose above the crowd's din as he raised a goblet of wine to his lips.

In turn, Ponkert lifted his glass and cried out a toast of his own, "To Hort's powerful ruler, King Tomar the Profligate!"

A cheer went up that lasted every bit of ten minutes. When the cacophony died to a muted roar, the crew of feastors fell to serious drinking. The effects of their over-indulgence was evident within the hour as the majority of the celebrators were taken by a drunken stupor. Ponkert, while somewhat dizzy, was still prepared for a long night, as was Tomar it seemed. Elf had retired for the evening.

"Come," the king whispered. "Now is the time for the House of White Satin."

Nodding in reply, the Earthman followed his royal companion as they reeled out of the great hall into the almost deserted streets of the city. After a hastily winding journey down a maze of backstreets, the king stopped abruptly before a building with a white stone facade.

With a brawny fist he pounded on a dark wooden door until the portal opened slightly. Then it was pulled inward fully and a willowy brunette of incredible beauty rocketed out. Her arms wrapped around Tomar's bull-like neck and her lips attempted to smother him with wet, passionate kisses. It was quite obvious that the royal visitor was not a stranger.

Lifting the girl in his arms as if she were a feather, Tomar stepped into the building and called out, "Hide the women! Tomar and his newest baron, Ponkert the Horny, are here to rape them all!"

The woman suspended from his neck like a sexy, living necklace laughed gleefully and cried in return, "Yes! Hide the rest! I want these two to myself!"

Tomar's laughter echoed against the walls as he lowered the girl to her feet and planted, a firm hand on her ass with a resounding slap. "Bitch! Hold thy nymphomaniac hunger. One woman will not satisfy our lust tonight! Tell Cynda and Mara and Leda to get their asses out here! I want to see their asses!"

"What of poor Jocelyn?" the brunette pouted. "Would you toss me aside?"

"Nay, Tomar, don't send her off," Ponkert spoke from the door. "She pleases me."

"Hold your choice, young baron," Tomar commanded, stopping the brunette who tried to scamper to Ponkert's arms. "First see the other merchandise."

"Yes." A dark haired woman, robed in a flowing white caftan spoke as she entered the room through a curtained archway. "My establishment is small, but the girls I offer are specialists as well as beautiful."

A grin split Tomar's face. "Ahhh, Urusula, you still outshine your girls. If only... "

"My lord," the woman smiled, bowing, "when I decide to take a man, you know it will be you."

Tomar signalled Ponkert to his side as Urusula directed Jocelyn to the far side of the room. The girl poised herself very seductively.

"Ponkert, I'd like you to meet the most delightful madam in the pleasure house business--Urusula, proprietor of the House of White Satin."

The white-robed woman bowed slightly, then began, "You have already met Jocelyn." Her arm waved to the girl. "Her breasts and mouth hold many pleasures for a man.

Ponkert watched as the brown-haired pleasure girl turned slowly for his examination. Her skimpy harem costume did little to hide her wares. Her mammoth mammaries jiggled excitedly under his gaze as if trying to escape the confines of the small, coin- covered halter that held the mounds of flesh. Her pink tongue flicked across the fullness of her lips, leaving a slick inviting trail of wetness.

In an old lust-filled reaction, Ponkert's testicles tightened in his sac as he watched the temptress pivot before him. Somehow, he felt he would stick with his original selection.

"Her tits droop too much for my tastes," Tomar mumbled.

Urusula clapped her hands once in response. Answering the signal, a small, sprightly girl entered through the curtains and took her place next to Jocelyn.

Ponkert's balls tightened and retightened as he looked to the new piece of merchandise Urusula was offering. The girl's short blonde hair looked a little out of place in the odalisque costume she wore. But the rest of her body did not! Every inch of willing womanflesh strained against the thin fabric she wore.

"Cynda," Urusula announced. "Her ass is hot and tight, and trained to hold a man like a grasping hand."

"Yesss," Tomar commented in a low aroused whisper.

Urusula clapped again and a raven-haired beauty trotted into the room. "Mara," as the madam announced, was the master of the thousand and one positions contained in Antis Atla, Keller's equivalent of Earth's Kama Sutra. While the girl was rather short, the oriental slant to her dark eyes beckoned Ponkert like a magnet.

The last girl summoned was Leda, whose breasts, which were the size of watermelons, were also her specialty. While the auburn-haired girl was a little too plump, Ponkert's pulse doubled in pace at the mere thought of being allowed free rein with her tremendous tits.

"We'll take them all," Tomar exclaimed, tossing Urusula a jiggling bag of coins. "Lock the doors! Tonight the House of White Satin entertains a private party!"

As Urusula did as commanded, Tomar summoned Cynda to him, "Your choice, my baron."

"I chose earlier," the Earthman responded, and was immediately greeted by an over-joyous bundle of brunette in his arms.

"You'll not regret your decision, milord," the girl called Jocelyn whispered as her tongue swirled over his ear.

Tomar spoke again, "Mara and Leda, do not go far. We do have plans for you, too!"

With that Jocelyn led Ponkert into a huge room through another set of curtains. Tomar and Cynda, already disrobing, followed.

The room was tremendous in size, but bare of all furniture. However, plush, deep-piled velvet pillows lined the walls and were randomly scattered over the floor. Except for the ceiling, which was a smoky, glassed mirror, and the pillows, everything else in the room was white Satin. Obviously the source of the establishments name--House of White Satin.

As the now half-nude Tomar and Cynda moved toward one end of the white room, Jocelyn pulled Ponkert to the other. Eagerly, she maneuvered him to one of the soft, slickly inviting pillows, and before he could blink, began divesting him of his newly acquired clothing. Expertly, her fingers fell to their task, and within the passage of a few seconds, the Earthman lay naked on the white velvet, watching the titillating brunette begin stripping.

Her long fingers, tipped with red-painted nails, slipped beneath the edge of the purple briefs she wore. Tantalizingly slowly, she slithered free of the cloth and the diaphanous bloomers that were attached. Her dark eyes glinted with sensual fire as she watched her partner's eyes rove up the long sensuous curve of her firm calves to her supple, creamy thighs, finally alighting on the light-brown covered triangle of her sex.

"The sleeping snake awakes," the girl smiled, her eyes directed to the throbbing hose of his penis that slowly jerked its way upward. "He likes what he sees"

"Yesss!" the Earthman whispered in reply. "Very much so!"

"Good," she answered, slipping her long arms behind her back. "The best is yet to come."

The silver coins covering the bra-shaped halter to her outfit tinkled quietly as her hand fumbled with the clasps. Then as if the garment had a will of its own, it slipped free, falling noisily to the white floor.

Ponkert's breath almost whistled as he sucked in sharply. The sight meeting his eyes was fantastic. Two enormous, brown- crested breasts bounced outward, having escaped the cloth that had held them back. They danced a perky little jig that brought the rising pole at his crotch to full mast. The girl's eyes sparkled with lust-filled fire as she bathed in his admiring gaze.

Without a word, he motioned with his hands. The girl responded like a stalking leopardess, her fluid body rippling with excitement as she came. His hands reached up to grasp the slightly pendulous jugs of flesh bouncing from her chest as she knelt beside him. She didn't protest, but moaned softly into his ear.

As her tongue playfully darted over his ear lobe, his hands devoted full attention to the massive mounds of pliable flesh he now controlled. Subduing his eagerness, he circled the huge creamy mounds, barely letting his fingers touch the velvet skin. He watched as the brown nipples, cresting the over-sized tits, grew hard and erect without the slightest brush of his fingertips.

Spiralling his bands upward toward the tempting, taut buttons, he increased the pressure of his palms and kneaded the pillowy mounds. In reaction, the girl's moaning grew in intensity, directing him to further exploration.

His fingers finally found the sexually hardened nipples they sought. Brutally, he scissored them with his fingers, mashing and squeezing them with delicate force. The lovely brunette at his side jerked back. Her eyes stared through a mist of lust and confusion.

Holding her eyes with his, his hands caught up the twin mounds of pleasure and soothingly rolled the almost flaccid flesh against her chest. Playfully, he tried to flatten the enormous jugs. The task was impossible, but it was so much fun trying.

Bathing in the sexual heat that radiated from the delightful globes, his fervid hands could not get enough of the feel of her. Likewise, there was no longer confusion in the girl's dark eyes! Her head now rolled sensuously on her shoulders and a wet pink tongue licked eagerly over her full lips.

Up and down he rolled the solidness of her flesh, listening as her moans rose in time with his work. He squeezed his fingers into the creamy pillows, watching as the white skin squelched up. He thrust upward, then watched them jiggle back to their original desirable form. He tugged them downward, straining the deliciously white skin even whiter. Then he released them, enjoying the sight of the ponderous globes springing back, their lust-stiffened nipples jutting out to him.