Wartog teaches Sue the ways of evil Ogres!

As the strange pair walked through the forest, Wartog took note of how Sue grabbed her humongous teets. She could hardly bare the pain as they seemed swollen.

The mighty Ogre sniffed the air. A scent caught his nose and he pulled Sue through some brush off to the left.

Susan was confused, "This isn't the way home." She was surprised how she quickly remembered the route.

Wartog stopped her just outside a clearing. "This is a small detour." He peered through the jungle brush. "Looks like we need not check the traps."

Just then, the smell caught Sue's nose. It was cooking food. Meat to be precise. The heroine could smell the stench of the meat burning on a fire. The aroma was exquisite. Sue's stomach rumbled. She pushed through the brush to stand next to Wartog. Through the clearing she saw nine small beings not more than four feet tall. They look like hobbits, she thought. But their skin was bright blue, like that of smurfs.

The Ogre bared his teeth. "Hillsmen," he looked over to the barrles attached to a wagon pulled by horses. "It appears they are questing!"

"Questing!" Sue asked.

Wartog nodded, "Many young warriors travel for various reasons through this Savage Land." He began to move forward, and felt Sue's hand hold his shoulder back. "Fear not my mate," he said, "tonight we feast for free!"

Reluctantly, Sue followed, "I'm not your mate." She tried to use her powers of invisibility, but they failed her. She found herself standing behind Wartog when they came into view, even though she was several feet taller than these beings, she was scared.

The little men scurried about. "OGRE!" One shouted. "It's Wartog!" Another cried out.

The apparent leader of the clan came at the Ogre with speed. A small sword in his hands. He slashed at Wartog's legs. The blade barely penetrated his muscular legs. "HA HA! FEE FI FO FUM, I SMELL THE BLOOD OF LITTLE ONES!" With a sweeping blow he knocked the little man down. The others scurried about him.

Sue noted how Wartog seemed to relish the battle, if you could call it that. He was flinging the little people left and right. Susan watched as one crept slowly behind Wartog. He lifted his blade to strike. Sue reacted quickly and grabbed his little arm. She easily lifted him in the air.

"Unhand me Ogre wench!" He cried attempting to slice Sue.

It was almost humorous to her, like a cartoon. "WENCH, HUH!" She flung the little man several feet and kept walking. From that point on, Sue was in the battle. She needed little effort, kicking and pushing the little men around like rag dolls. She felt an enormous sense of power. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Wartog was about to rip the arms off of a small warrior. "NO! STOP!" There was still a part of her that fought the changes. "WE HAVE ENOUGH MEAT HERE!"

Wartog sighed, realizing it would be some time to fully change her. "Fine, but you really must taste fresh flesh!" He walked over to the hearth. The little men ran away in fright. The Ogre grabbed the roasting lamb and bit into a leg.

The large female walked over to the drums. A small man tried to protect the barrels. "What have we here little man?" She laughed reaching over him to pull out the spout. A rich liquid of purple color poured out.

"NO, IT IS A MONTH'S WINE FOR OUR PEOPLE!" He ran at her. He was quickly thrown back by the swipe of her hand.

She looked down at the pathetic creature. "It's OURS now!" A sense of pride swelled inside her. She knelt down and began to lap at the flowing wine. Purple liquid flowed down her cheeks. It was excellent wine. She felt a hand grab her waist. The size was clearly not a mountainman. It was large and green. Sue wanted to swat the Ogre away, but she was pulled back to him.

"My bride is enjoying the spoils of war." He said turning her to him.

She shot him an angry glance, "I am not your bride!"

The Ogre laughed pulling her closer, "You will be!" His lips fell upon hers. Sue kept her mouth closed, but when a hand squeezed her ass, she opened her lips to grunt. His tongue invaded her mouth. His breathe was horrendous. She tried to fight the kiss, but as the bulbous tongue explored her mouth, she was helpless. She had never truly cheated on Reed, sure she had kissed Namor in the heat of passion once or twice, but it was fleeting. This was different. Even in her larger state, she was being taken by a more dominant being. The act was setting off something primal in Sue, something about being taken by a strong male. It made her close her eyes. Her knees began to buckle. As he continued his invasion, she found her womanhood begins to moisten. Then a tightening in her breasts. They seemed to moisten as well, however impossible as it seemed.

Wartog broke off the kiss. He lifted one barrel over his head, and carried the meat in the other hand. "Come," he commanded, "grab the rest of the wine."

The former heroine found herself following him home with two barrels on her shoulder. She carried them easily. He set two outside and brought the other in. The two dined on the meat, and drank goblet after goblet of wine. Sue said very little, but stared at Wartog the entire time. She didn't know, but her eyes glowed red. Her mind envisioned this Ogre in a new light. When he stood up and walked to the bedroom, her heart pounded.

"Come," he commanded. "Tonight, we sleep together." He laughed, "Though we may get little sleep."

Though she wanted to run, Sue's feet followed him into his room.