Isa entered the spacious room, making a lovely pirouette and smiling at the vast bed and the stone walls. This was her time for relaxation, for she was a recipient of a gift earned through vigorous and productive labor. Her industriousness knew no bounds indeed...

The child was dressed in yellow clothes that were more appropriate for a boy and consisted of a short-sleeved shirt, shorts and boots. A large brown belt contrasted with the seeming fragility of her body, but the witch's hat suited her just fine. She jumped on the bed, paying no heed to the boots and the fine covers, before falling on her back and relaxing. Her warm hazel eyes stared at the ceiling for a few moments, and she took off her hat and placed it beside her. Her hair was short, soft and light brown.

Her eyes fixated at the open door, as if beckoning. Indeed, a moment later a deliciously naked boy about her age walked in with a humble smile upon his face. He was her gift for the day. She observed his flaccid little penis and soft balls, all while licking her lips in a rather lewd way. Her eyes almost shined with hunger.

He walked towards the bed under her watchful eyes, and she nodded approvingly at his cute face and slender body which moved with grace. He'll grow up to be big and strong, she knew. The boy kneeled by the bed, waiting for directions. Isa, who was not fond of talking, simply moved to the edge of the bed and smiled at her gift. She ran her hand through his golden hair, enjoying the feel, and then pointed at her boots. There was custom in all this, of her making, or perhaps not.

The boy accepted his duty and slowly nodded in a humble gesture. Her smile grew wider. He reverently took one of her yellow boots in his hands, feeling the priceless soft leather under his touch, and took it off. She wiggled her toes once they were free, and the cool air felt rather nicely on her tired foot. The other boot immediately followed, and without further instructions the boy began to do his work.

Her dainty feet were tired indeed, and quite dirty from ceaseless activity; going back and forth to do her masters bidding. For just as the boy was now her servant, she had a master too. She loved him with every fiber of her being, and he knew it even though she never spoke. In essence, he was her god.

Her feet had a pleasing effect on the boy, as she knew they would. His little cock had begun to swell up and raise its pretty head. It was a wonderful sight.

The boy kissed both of her big toes, which were in reality quite small as the rest of her. He looked up, and she nodded in approval, even pointing at his cock and waving her hand. There was no need for him to suffer. He smiled at this, but didn't forsake his duty. He moved closer and took her right foot in his hand, guiding it towards his little pride. Quite pleased by this, Isa began to squeeze its head with her toes while he began to worship her left foot. He kissed all her toes, and in a gesture of humility pressed his face against her sweaty sole, inhaling her scent deeply and offering her this lovely sight. Isa blushed, knowing that he was her to command but being quite inexperienced in the art of being a master. The boy however knew his job well: he began to kiss the sensitive skin, then lick and suck. Isa's foot was a delicious treat, and the way she squeezed him made his efforts all the more earnest. He cleaned her foot with his tongue, savoring her salty taste and being thankful for this opportunity. His tongue slithered among her tiny toes, cleaning the spaces between them before he took most of them into his mouth where he sucked and licked them thoroughly. A girl such as Isa deserved special treatment, and the tip of his tongue gently slid between her toenails and cleaned them. She felt this, and her right foot temporarily stopped teasing his cock, instead choosing to caress his cheek in an affectionate gesture. The boy immediately switched feet so to speak, and applied his skill to the dirty one while Isa was generous enough to continue teasing him with the other. It was now wet and slick from his spit, and she pulled at his hairless balls and grasped the root of his small erection with her toes. She stopped doing this once he whimpered, indicating that he was close to cumming. She obviously didn't want that, at least not yet.

She pulled her foot out of his eager mouth and cupped his face with her hands, smiling in a way that was both benevolent and mischievous. Her face, he realized, was beautiful and round, lips thin and rosy, nose small and fitting (he couldn't think of how to describe it otherwise) and above all that her skin was pale and possessed a certain luminosity that was indicative of her origin. She opened his mouth with her fingers, lingering a bit to pull at his tongue and brush her fingertips against his white teeth. Then, while leaning in even closer she opened her mouth a bit and he watched as a trail of her spit slowly descended into his mouth. He swallowed it immediately, and she noticed his delight. Isa shrugged, for mercy was not foreign to her, and this time used both of her hands to pry his mouth open once again. She cleared her throat and gathered more spit, this time spitting directly into his welcoming gullet.

He gulped audibly, and she giggled. A casual glance told her that this aroused him, and she roughly pressed her foot against his cock and balls. He thrust forward, eager to be touched in that place even if it meant getting hurt. A quick change of position followed, and he could see that this was not exactly what Isa had in mind but that it was done for his sake. He found himself lying on his back. The stone floor was a tad uncomfortable but he understood what Isa wanted him to experience. She stood up and quite boldly stepped on his cock, crushing it against the stone with all her weight. The boy whimpered, both in pain and pleasure. She stepped on his stomach with her other foot and he grabbed her ankle, a pleading look in his blue eyes. "Taming the serpent" as it was called, was a bit too much for such a young boy, but Isa persisted, the feel of yielding flesh under her heel was a peculiar sensation she found pleasurable. Her hand rubbed that special place between her legs, sending jolts of pleasure through her body while the boy suffered under her. Finally her patience wore thin and the tension became unbearable. She stepped back and taking it as a clear sign the boy stood up, his little cock bruised wonderfully.

Isa gestured at her clothes, and the boy quickly unbuckled her belt with trembling hands. Her shirt was soon to follow, and his eyes fell on her naked body. Her chest was nice and flat, much like his, and her hairless cunny captivated his sight. Knowing that the boy was appreciating the sight, as well as having knowledge of what she was about to do to him Isa turned around and bent over a bit, showing him two lovely pale buttocks and a tight brown hole. She did this with a smile, for she wouldn't allow anyone but her master to fuck her unless he told her to do it. Since the boy was her plaything for the moment her ideas were a tad more different. Her passions were basically simple, and with that thought she realized it would be best to start from the basics too, and then properly end it. She wanted to taste his preteen seed after all...

Isa placed her hands on his shoulders, her eyes now a bit sterner. The boy knew what to do though, for he was warned about this. Despite that he faked ignorance for her sake. There was a semi-question in her eyes.

"Whatever you wish..." He said and shrugged. Isa noticeably winced for a moment, the sound being too loud for the occasion even though he thought it a whisper. The look in her eyes became distant for a moment and he heard her gasp, as if lifting something heavy. He instantly remembered his name (which was Jack) and calmly concluded that he has absolutely no idea where he is, and that it doesn't matter. Isa was too beautiful for him to care and something told him that no matter what she wasn't really going to hurt him.

He smiled, and after a moment things became common again, as far as this room could be common. She raised one finger, and placed it on his lips.

"Shh..." He heard her, or imagined to hear her. He nodded, she nodded back, and led him to the bed.

He lied on his back while she placed her feet at the sides of his head and squatted down. It was the first time in his life that he saw a cunt up close, and he immediately took a liking to it, as well as his cock that twitched and ached from her cruel foot and his own arousal. She gave him a few seconds to come to his senses, and then once again opened his mouth with her fingers. He wasn't going to lick her, he realized.

Isa spread her hairless jewel, displaying a tight little entrance and a lovely shade of pink. Her little clit was erect, and she started to tease it, all while the boy watched with his mouth open and getting ready for what was to come. It started without much dilly-dally. Isa began to piss, her hot liquid splashing into his mouth and face, washing him and marking him. He gulped down as much as he could and strained to press his lips against her's while tasting her salty gold. She teased him carelessly, pissing on his face and hair as well as his mouth until the last few drops were swallowed and he looked up to see her smiling serenely. She lowered herself a bit, allowing him to clean her. His tongue immediately plunged into her depths and he began to suck, perhaps thirsty for more. She said nothing and made no sound until she hovered out of his reach and offered him her ass.

This was the main event, he knew. He was allowed more freedom, and he kissed both of her pale buttocks before pressing his nose against her brown hole. He inhaled deeply. His hands started to knead her flesh, but she didn't allow him to do it for as much as he would. She scratched him with her nails, so he let his hands drop and focused on what was to come, for there was no doubt about what she was going to do. He made himself comfortable, and let go.

He watched as she strained and relaxed, her asshole pulsating with the effort. She made little grunting sounds, but said nothing. He saw her fingers fuck her little hole while she pushed, and he could smell both her cunny and the shit he was about to eat. Her brownie opened up and the tip of a nice big turd appeared, and she relaxed for a moment. He couldn't resist kissing it, and despite his best effort he couldn't help liking it. She saw this, peeking from in between her legs. He hoped the sight pleased her. Suddenly her asshole yawned open, stretched to its limit, and his mouth was filled with her brown essence. He began to chew and swallow, finding the bitter taste to be nothing short of a delicacy to his great surprise. She stopped pushing, giving him time to eat his meal. Her asshole remained stretched open with another nice log just waiting to fall into his mouth, and Jack grabbed her hips when he was ready again. He felt his stomach complain, but he couldn't stop now.

Isa started to push again, and this time her turd slowly descended, big and moist, pass the boys lips and settled in his throat. She clenched and broke it off, smiling at the way his eager worship ushered him to eat and munch at her waste. He chewed and swallowed it, and she rewarded him by sitting on his face with her now loosened asshole resting on his lips. He understood what to do and he began to suck and lick, his tongue rushing in her stinky depths to gather all the filth that was available to him. Isa sighed, feeling his tongue in her soft guts as it flickered around, teasing the softness. She continued to sit while her fingers fucked her cunny, but her orgasm went unnoticed by the boy.

Finally she stood up, but not before rubbing her ass across his soiled face and reveling in his kisses and licks. He looked at her, not knowing if they were done or if there were other services he might be needed for.

Isa followed her initial plan. She settled between his legs and took his aching cock into her hand, jerking it while the other fondled his little balls and asshole. Jack tensed up, knowing that he was being shown great mercy and given a great reward. Isa licked his asshole and balls before taking his cock into her mouth. He moaned when he felt her tongue on his sensitive head, and he couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to. It was pitiful, he knew, but the orgasm struck him like a lightning bolt and he came in her mouth, just two short bursts of bitter-sweet cum she swallowed and then pulled back, wiping her lips. He wanted to apologize, but the content look on her face seemed to indicate this was what she had in mind.

She pointed at her hat, and he handed it to her. He watched as her hand dissappeared into it, and in a kind of a magic trick she pulled out an object that had a familiar shape. It was however, much bigger than his equipment. He felt a pang of fear. The strap-on dildo was big and red, seemingly made of a kind of rubber. It was actually of no substance known to science and a product of her own design; augmented by simple magic. She put it on, not heeding the boys worried look. In essence, she would feel everything as if she had a real cock, and such a lovely piece definitely needed a hole to fill.

Isa picked the boy up, surprising him with her inhuman strength. He realized she could easily break him like a twig if she wanted to. She placed a pillow under him so that his cute little ass was displayed nicely to her, and she slapped the pale flesh with some playfulness. He didn't dare to look back as she spread his legs apart and then his ass, eyeing his virgin hole. It was a lovely shade of brown, untouched by boy or girl, and it was sure to be tight and pleasurable to fuck. Isa pressed her thumb against it, feeling it clench. She couldn't resist kissing it, and for a few short seconds her tongue encircled it and slithered inside, lubing it up for the adult-sized dildo. Jack whimpered, and she patted his butt encouragingly before climbing on top of him. She spat in her hand and moistened the cock-head, and as designed it felt as if it were an actual cock. A tingling feeling spread through her cunny, and she grinned before pressing the head of the tool against the boys back door.

He looked behind his shoulder at her, still frightened. Not wanting to have her fun spoiled Isa covered his mouth with her hand, and her hips pushed forward. The little ring fought back, and she tried again, harder. The boy gave out a muffled whimper, a rather girly one, as the head of her cock broke through, spreading him to his very limit. Another brutal thrust followed, and she used her strength to keep him in place. Tears filled his eyes as his asshole tried to accept the intruder, squeezing around it and giving Isa the much needed pleasure. Again, she thrust forward. He tried to scream but couldn't, and with one final thrust he took it all in. The girl sighed, and began to fuck him. The massive cock went in and out, each thrust more vigorous than the latter, and slowly she loosened him up properly and began to pump away. His own little piece started to go hard too, for she was hitting some special spot inside him he never knew existed, and he found himself bucking his hips to meet her thrusts. The girl was moaning now, her magic obviously working. The boy fitted around her cock like a tight glove, his insides feeling like the softest velvet that suckled her fake manhood. She managed to turn him around, and she smiled at his teary eyed face, making him into a girl for all intents and purposes. He yielded and wrapped his legs around her slender hips, allowing her to fuck him properly. Sweat poured down her beautiful face while he let out all kinds of girly moans, meows and whimpers, much to her delight. The pain was there, but so was the pleasure. It was as if his belly was going to burst and he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw with what ease the cock moved in and out of his boy cunt. Isa pulled it out completely, and for a moment he felt dreadfully empty, but then she grinned and plunged back inside, hurting him wonderfully and making him scream out. She changed the position, pulling his legs on her shoulders and raising herself up a bit. The bed creaked under them, and Jack couldn't resist kissing her.

Her hand grabbed his cock and balls, playing with them roughly while still screwing him. He felt another orgasm approaching, and despite himself he gave her a pleading look that asked for a harder pounding. Isa smiled, noting his enthusiasm. She closed her eyes and began to fuck him in long, deep thrusts while her hand jerked him off with tremendous speed. He yelped when just a few droplets of cum fell on his belly and he trembled away like an autumn leaf.

Isa stopped and pulled out of him. She could utterly break him if she wanted to, but that was not her intention. Instead she lifted his hips up, and observed her work. His asshole remained to gape open, and she watched his twitching warm insides for a few moments before pushing her fingers inside. He gave out a sound and opened his pleading eyes. A whole her brand of fear washed over him. Isa easily inserted her whole fist into his guts, and she stared at him, making him realize that she could continue if she wanted to and show him to which extent she could dominate him. But then her look softened, and she gently pulled her hand out, once again eyeing the thoroughly fucked boy-cunt. She let him rest for a few moments.

When Jack opened his eyes he was alone in the room, and above all pretty sore. His stomach didn't like what he ate either, and he struggled to keep his meal down. For some reason it seemed inappropriate to dispel it. Another flash of information followed. The first was that today he had his very first orgasm; the other that he was needed outside.

It took some effort to actually walk outside the room, and he touched his asshole to find it still quite spread. None the less he walked out, very dirty and unkempt, but aware that nobody will mind. He walked through a dark stone hallway, pass many closed doors, until he saw a figure.

It was a young man, perhaps in his early twenties. It was his employer, and Isa's master. He walked to the man with considerable amount of fear and respect. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he did notice the glow in his eyes. His clothes were very old fashioned, and at his hip was a saber Jack was positive wasn't a decoration or a symbol of vanity. That thing killed people. Ghosts and apparitions flew around him all serpentine and intangible, whispering secrets and obscure knowledge into his ear. Yet, he was human. Jack was sure of this.

The man extended his hand towards the naked boy, and Jack kissed it obediently. Only then did he notice Isa. The girl was now clothed and sleeping calmly in an arm chair, all while suckling her thumb.

"A good service rendered deserves a good payment." Isa's master spoke, and pulled out a small bag from the confines of his pocket. He gave it to the boy who bowed slightly. The young man nodded.

A jumble followed, and Jack slowly awoke from his sleep. It was morning, and it was time to get ready for school. He immediately forgot about his dream, but vaguely remembered meeting someone lovely and someone fearsome.

It was during a boring class that a girl he liked very much promised in a message to show him something neat. He somehow knew what she meant, and he smiled. Being 10 years old has its joys after all.