ROA: The Mythicall Adventures of the Eight Rings of the Raiment of Asmodeus, expecially the Orange Ring of Change

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CHAPTER 3 — SAM SWIFT THE QUICK PREPARES (& A WARNING)

The next morning, his loins freshly girded for the day ahead, the infamous highwayman Sam Swift the Quick was applying the final touches to his disguise for the raid on the house of the wealthy fellow highwayman the Knightmare.

I could’ve done all this for you, you know? sighed the impatient Ring on his finger.

“Aye, ye could, but I’d feel more comfortable if I could know these were real clothes; don’t want you thinking you can use that power on me, me man!”

Like this, you mean? Sam could only stand there slack-jawed as all the clothes and weaponry he’d spent one whole hour preparing just suddenly all fell from his body and landed in a pile on the floor, leaving one of the most-lauded parts of his body on show: his nine-inch-long penis, famed across the country for its size and corresponding pleasure-giving qualities, now stood erect (as always) in his pilfered hut.

“Hey!” he protested, most vociferously.

Sorry, couldn’t resist. But you were taking forever! Are we still doing this plan or not‽

“You know full well we are; now undo what you just did and let’s get on with it, but I’m warning you: One more trick like that and I will leave you at the bottom of the well where no-one will ever find you again!” he replied, getting more than a little frustrated.

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CHAPTER 4 — THE PLAN IS HATCHED

A good hour later, Sam Swift the Quick was finally creeping up to the Knightmare’s house, ready to hatch his dastardly plan to humiliate the cunning blackguard who had dared almost sentence him to execution simply for liberating one overly-wealthy couple of a few of their myriad trinkets.

Skilfully placed in a tall oak tree outside the large house, Sam could see through the windows into the Knightmare’s personal rooms. Now all he needed to do was wait for him to return home and then he could begin.

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It only took a few more hours until the Knightmare, freshly laden with a new day’s loot, returned home to unload, unwind, and unknowingly place themself in the perfect position for Sam’s plan.

“Perfect. Now we can begin. Ring, as we discussed earlier. You know what to do.”

Both Sam and the Ring watched enraptured as the Knightmare’s belt delicately unfastened itself, their top unfastened all its knots, their trousers became just wide enough that they would fall when the villain stood post-slumber, and their undergarments were quietly deleted from underneath them.

The Ring then also transferred the contents of all the cupboards and wardrobes into itself for later transportation to Sam’s house for future use.

A passing servant might have noticed these changes had the Knightmare not fired them all a few days ago for their planned (and failed) attempt to leave the country to escape arrest for their own crimes.

And so the Knightmare slept, unmoving, for another 30 minutes, until, intent on implementing the next part of the plan, Sam threw some stones against the window to wake the filthy rogue.

Shocked awake, the Knightmare stood to examine the sound, only to then notice that all their clothes had disappeared while they had been sleeping.

His plan having been a complete success (so far, at least), Sam was quietly celebrating in his head when he suddenly noticed something unexpected through the window. The Knightmare was…

The first cliffhanger of this entire anthology. What did Sam see through the windows? What will happen next? Will Sam avoid punishment for his actions? How embarrassed will the Knightmare get before they can get dressed again?

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CHAPTER 5 — WHAT DID SAM SEE?

His plan having been a complete success (so far, at least), Sam was quietly celebrating in his head when he suddenly noticed something unexpected through the window. The Knightmare was…

…a young, attractive woman, now standing there with her voluptuous breasts and cavernous vagina fully on show to another human being for the first time in several years.

The shock of this unexpected development cause Sam to lose his balance and fall out of the tree to the ground, the Ring also clattering off his hand in the process, itself so befuddled by the revelation that it only just managed to create a soft landing area for Sam in the milliseconds before he reached the ground. They both lay there unconscious.

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I love the cartoon goofiness of this series, and the fact that falling out of a tree just knocked a RING unconscious is funnier to me than it really should be.

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CHAPTER 6 — THE KNIGHTMARE IS A WOMAN‽

“Awake at last, are you?” were the first words Sam heard when he regained consciousness 10 minutes later. “Well, I presume you’ve seen what you wanted to see of me by now, so I’ll just go and get dressed again… Oh, wait, you’ve somehow hidden all my clothes somewhere, haven’t you? Naughty boy. You know what that means, don’t you, little Sam?”

“You’re stuck naked like this until you find some more?” he suggested, hopefully, knowing full well what was next in his plan would not be materially affected by his later-than-intended return home.

“No!” she replied, “No. It means I’m entitled to yours.”

“Mine? But they won’t fit you!”

“Won’t they? Oh, won’t they?” she asked, tauntingly.

“What…? What have I missed? How long was I asleep?” Sam asked, worriedly.

“Oh, only 10 minutes, don’t worry. But I found a curious object on the ground near where you fell. Do you recognise this?” she asked, holding up…Sam’s orange ring!

“Well, how would that help?” he asked, except that he of course knew the answer; he just hoped he—she (Stop saying he, you fool!) wouldn’t.

“Well now, this here little ring’s been talking to me while you were asleep, little Sam, and, while it did enjoy the brief embarrassment of me being exposed like this in front of you, it was also very annoyed with you for ruining its fun by falling from the tree.

“Now, we’ve been discussing ideas, and we’ve agreed that the best way to punish for disappointing us both is… to make you suffer the same fate you’d planned for me. (Bet you’d forgotten you’d already told Mr. Orange here all your plans, hadn’t you? Whoops! )

“Normally I’d at least do you the courtesy of having another man (though you barely qualify as one) be the one to disrobe you, but, well… You know as well as I do why I have no staff at the moment, don’t you? Bet you’re really regretting that now, eh?” she chuckled evilly, ready to enact her own revenge on the snivelling creep who had befouled her plans far too many times. “I’m going to enjoy this,” she finished, and Sam could literally hear the evil dripping from her voice.

“You, er, want m-my c-c-clothes?” Sam stuttered.

“Yes. Now hurry and get them off you. Or would you rather I did it for you? ’Cause I warn you, I will not be gentle about it!”

Noticing the slight flaw in her plan, Sam replied (desperately keeping his excitement in check), “You know what? You’ve earnt this; you can remove my clothes from me, Knightmare.”

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CHAPTER 7 — THE FLAW IN THE PLAN

Only now did the usually-all-calculating Knightmare realise what she had forgotten when she made that threat: Any attempt to remove Sam’s clothes she could make would only bring her naked body nearer him in such a way that she could no longer cover herself at all.

“Hmm, well played, Sam, well played. I’ll give you that one,” she started, clapping slowly. “Well, you’ve already seen it once, so what harm can a second viewing do?”

And here she dramatically lifted her hands high in the air to once again expose herself fully before poor little Sam, once again hoist by his own petard, but, unlike usual, still getting enough enjoyment from it that he didn’t really mind (not yet, at least!)

“Why not just keep that as a move to surprise our common enemies so you always win?” Sam pondered aloud.

“Because we all know what men like you would do to women like us, and I have no desire to be a harlot for a parade of inebriated men too bawdy to keep their little worms in their trousers!” the Knightmare replied.

Actually, sorry, but, er, you must have an actual name, no? You can’t have been born as “the Knightmare”, surely?

“Who’s that?” she asked, worried someone else was getting a free view of her like this.

“It’s, er, it’s that ring you stole from me. It does that sometimes. Gets annoying when you’re trying to concentrate”—here his voice shifted to a snarl—“or it tells your victim your plans to humiliate them.”

He continued, “But it does raise a good point. What’s your name, Knightmare?”

Realising she again had no escape, she reluctantly answered, grabbing a sword on the way and putting it against Sam’s throat, “My name… is Lucie Fanshawe, and you should be very, very careful what you do next, Sam Slow the Quivering, because this sword of mine yearns for the taste of blood!”

“So does mine, Lucie Fanshawe, and you, er, were threatening to release it?” Sam replied, desperately trying to not laugh at his own crude joke.

“I’m sorry, but what? What are you prattling on about now?”

“My sword. In my trousers. That you were intending to use for yourself. No? Short of memory, are you? Or are you just too hifalutin a woman to understand innuendoes of that nature?”

“Shut it, Sammy! You know perfectly well what I think about that!” And, with that, she stormed from the room in rage, and out into the garden to think and get calm again, forgetting…

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CHAPTER 8 — LUCIE IN THE WOODS WITH NOTHING

…that Sam was still fully dressed in her bedroom with the Ring just sitting on the mantlepiece.

Sam, however, had not forgotten — indeed, that was the whole plan — so quickly collected his Ring, zapped the window open, and jumped through it to the ground (taking care to land gently and not-unconscious).

On his way around the house, he quickly edited her memories to exclude his plan, before running back to his own house, knowing full well Lucie would have to join him there to get any clothes.

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All the way through the woods Sam ran, desperately trying to hide as much of herself as she could (but her breasts were simply too large to be hidden behind both her arms, let alone the one she was having to use to also have one for her vagina), every cracking leaf and breaking twig making her both painfully aware of her nakedness and terrified that someone would hear and come running.

She darted from one large tree to the next, torn between finding the nearest person to rob for clothes and making sure no-one else would ever see her like this.

Unfortunately for her, successfully staying just out of her sight at all times, another of her worst enemies was keeping perfectly in pace with her erratic movements, yet also managing to gradually get nearer and nearer their prize.

Now at last approaching the object of his fantasies ever since the tender age of 10 (when he similarly watched through her windows one fateful night), the now-22-year-old James Vasey was just preparing to grab the newly-naked Knightmare when his brief inattentiveness caused him to trip on a protruding branch and fall to the ground at her feet.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? If it isn’t poor little James Vasey. Still desperate to see more of me, I see. Well, today is clearly your lucky day. I’ll do you a simple deal: I’ll do anything you want of me, but you must do it first yourself. Whoever refuses to do any more last gets to leave here wearing your clothes.”

James looked unsure, so Lucie continued: “The first thing you’d have to do is fixed already, so why not do that first while you consider what you want of me? And don’t forget, I promise on my oath as a lady that I will stick to our agreement no matter what. All I ask is that you show me what you want by leading the way.”

Suitably mollified by her words, James quickly divested all his clothes and placed them gently on the ground between them both, making sure to keep his own genitals pre-covered.

“Well, what do you want of me first, young James?”

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CHAPTER 9 — WHO WILL CHICKEN FIRST?

“Well, the main thing I’m thinking now is that I need to see what’s under your hands there more than anything,” James answered.

“Then you know what you must do first, don’t you, boy?” she replied, deliberately choosing the word “boy” to belittle him in a desperate attempt to not make him go too far.

Somewhat reluctantly, but spurred onwards by what was to come, James slowly moved his hands one at a time to rest just outside his legs.

Lucie gasped as James’ nether regions were revealed to her, and…

“Where’s all the hair‽” she asked, both visibly and audibly shocked at their baldness.

“Shaved it all off,” he replied, “Makes it look even bigger. Your turn.”

“Erm, yes, well, OK.” (Why are everyone’s cocks so big in this town‽)

More confidently (again to convince James to stop earlier rather than actual confidence), Lucie swung her hands away from her body into the same posture as James, who, finally confronted with a view he had been aching to see for more than a decade, spontaneously started leaking fluid from his penis.

“You OK there, James? You seem a little leaky down there.”

Suddenly embarrassed again, he re-covered himself down below before she got to see too much. Unfortunately, the touch of his hand against the penis itself only made his troubles harder as he simply could not resist the urge to move up and down his shaft in his extreme state of arousal.

“Really going for it there, aren’t you?” Lucie asked, getting slightly worried she might have to do that as well in order to get his clothes, but James was no longer paying any attention to the world around him other than her naked body.

Seeing he only needed a tiny bit more help to actually cum for her, she parted her vagina just a little bit further; this was too much for the super-horny young man, and he could only moan her name as he gave in to his impending ejaculation (the largest he had ever had so far), so large that it completely coated the forest floor in a sea of semen, only avoiding his clothes because Lucie took the initiative to move them out of range.

In the afterglow of his enormous orgasm, all the shame and embarrassment suddenly came flooding back to him, and he fled from the woods, still completely naked, abandoning his clothes entirely.

Still somewhat aroused, but still feeling relieved at not having had to perform a similar show for him, Lucie gratefully took James’ clothing for herself. It took a little while getting used to the male underwear (and no bra, of course), but she now felt freshly invigorated to go and recover her clothes from the dastardly Sam Swift the Quick.

(The one thing she never noticed during all that time was an another Ring on James’ finger. It was clearly the same style as Sam’s, but, unlike his, it was instead pink. He would later use this Ring time and time again to relive this most precious of moments, until he eventually passed away at the tender age of 23, having gotten so stuck in a loop of jerking off to that event that he had completely neglected to feed himself anything at all, seeing any time not spent remembering and reacting to Lucie’s glorious nudity as a waste, to be avoided at all costs.)

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CHAPTER 10 — THE FINAL EMBARRASSMENT

Now wearing James’ clothes (simpler items than she normally wore, but much better than nothing), Lucie hurried through the rest of the woods to Sam’s barn.

“You were a long time, Lucie,” he started, and then turned his head to see… “And wearing someone else’s things, I see. Naughty naughty. Who’s the other lucky devil who got to see all of you, and how did you manage to get them out of their clothing, you sneaky beggar?”

After Lucie recounted her Knightmare in the woods, with Sam nodding and whistling appreciatively at her brave strategy, she concluded, “So if you could return the things you stole from me, that would be very helpful.”

“What things? Everything here is rightfully mine, as well you know.”

“Er, all my clothes. You took them all. So where are they?”

“In your bedroom cupboards. I only made them tiny pinpricks!”

“Oh. So you mean…?”

“Yeah. I do. Clever, eh? You come running all the way here where so many people could get to see the true Knightmare (just a terrified young woman) just for me to go poof”—he made all the clothes too big for her again—“and now you’re stuck either going home again like this, or finding another poor fool to rob for his clothes,” Sam chuckled.

“Well, there’s a fool here who could do with taking down a peg or two,” Lucie responded, with just a trace of evil in her voice.

“Nah, you won’t get me,” he replied, cockily.

“Oh, won’t I? Won’t I indeed? We’ll see.”

“No, you really won’t. You’d need someone who’d be embarrassed by being naked, not someone who enjoys it. I know you too well.”

Realising she had been conclusively outwitted again, Lucie resolved to simply repeat the events of the past hour yet again, and just buy new clothes from the shop tomorrow. So what if even more people got to see her nude? She was beyond the point of caring now.

All the way home, she could hear Sam’s final chuckles in her head as he revelled in his plan being even more successful than he had planned.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE (2)

I did receive two responses to my call for other tales of this Orange Ring. Please follow these two links to read them (apologies are unreservedly offered for any inaccuracies or deficiencies contained therein; TTR Corporation is not responsible for the content of external materials):

Always Prepared by Morgan13: viewtopic.php?f=4&t=2319

Changing the Status Quo by SillyStories: viewtopic.php?f=4&t=2329

If any more arrive, I will be sure to append them to this post once they are verified.