dip of sweats flew in the air as the knight in armour barely avoided the thrusted spear. The sparring had lasted more than the ordinary combat duration, and it showed as the two opposer caught their breath, both exhausted. The horse and the feel old man silently faced each other, waiting for the slightest jiffy of weakness from the other side.

'' Enough '' declared the old man, lowering his spear. `` Andrea Deeprock has proved her Worth. I hereby declare she knows how to fight, and have zilch Sir Thomas More to teach her '' he proclaimed, looking at her with a lofty gaze.

The crowd of apprentice knights erupted, cheering with fervor and congratulations while the knight stood still, not yet realizing what happened, her adrenaline built-up during the scrap slowly dissipating. The knight lowered her fizgig, and meticulously took off her helmet, granting her even more cheers from her audience.

The helmet off revealed a beautiful blonde charwoman in her early-twenties with depressed center, sweating profusely as her tomentum stuck on her face. She would have been the nonpareil of a complete lady if not for her fierce regard and small scars on her hide that told of her hardships. She dropped her helmet and raised her fists to the sky in a celebrating manner.

'' YAAAAH ! '' she shouted with passion and pride.

Twenty-four years. It had taken her twenty-four old age to meet the necessary to get a Paladin. These dreaded conditions, imposed by her female parent, the electric current angel Paladin, had nearly pushed her to the edge. Absolute mastery of studies, knighthood etiquette, and melee combat, were domains that would take in taken a rule human 's stallion life to master just one, but she had managed to do all three.

'' To become a Paladin, to supercede Me, study the arts and scientific discipline, and master the spear. Only then will I instill you with the sacred knowledge of Paladins passed down from contemporaries to generation ! '' had demanded her mother, many year ago.

And Andrea had upheld her promise.

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eventide ; having celebrated her attainment with her knight associate, Andrea decidedly walked towards the turgid social organisation in the city, the paragon cathedral, where her mother took power. One of her female parent 's chore was to say raft, so she knew where to line up her. Standing on the entrance, she opened the large two-fold doorway without any caution, casually interrupting the nightly ceremony.

The hearing turned their heads and sat silent, admiring the reasonably female person knight crossing through the central aisle with solid footstep. She stopped before the Lord's table, pointing her glaze at the charwoman saying the mass, a large Holy Writ in her hands. The spiritual woman had prestigious papal vestments which she wore proudly, standing straight with her shoulders back.

In all these years, she had never seen the woman bend down to anyone. She stayed equanimity at all gunpoint, saved her words for crucial matters, and kept her boldness still against any hard knocks. This lady holding pile on peaceful nights was a virtuous demon on the field of battle, spreading bloodshed while protecting allies. This overbearing woman was her mother, the saint champion Mary.



Frugal with Word of God, she directly inquired her daughter 's arrival with an asking glance, raising an inquiring eyebrow.

'' Mother, I upheld my promise ! '' Andrea simply declared, and it was plenty indeed.

Her female parent, usually still as an sea, suddenly reddened with strange emotion before quickly controlling herself, managing to utter a few closing language to the sleep of the audience.

'' Dear extremity, this evening 's mass has come to an end. May you have a good night, and God bless you all '' she struggled to declare.

The consultation quickly understood and promptly left, the topic between a nonesuch fighter and her daughter being way above what their status could yield. A few proceedings later, the cathedral was evacuate except for the two similarly looking blond women.

'' Andrea, my girl, let me first-class honours degree congratulate you for your movement, I am proud of you '' expressed Virgin Mary with a motherly smile, sudor building up on her forehead.

She did not have the effectiveness to stand still and slowly went down to sit down, her back still standing straight even in her condition.

'' female parent ! Are you feeling sick ? '' expressed Andrea with fear, approaching her mother and only her hands.

'' headache not my dear, sickness it is not ; you will know soon enough '' she declared with a mystifying tone of voice.

Blessed Virgin took view of her daughter in armour, looking as beautiful as a thorny rose. A role of her mind was aegir to see how she would transmute under the beshrew process, while the rest simply despised the execration of responsibility her family had to bear. She strengthened her declaration and slowly stood up, her back straight throughout the unit raise, her daughter assisting her.

The Virgin took some distance from her daughter, and standing still, eye to eye with her girl, asked solemnly :

'' Andrea Deeprock, you have proven yourself and are fit to become a Saint Paladin. Are you ready to accept your fate, and embody the responsibleness endured by the Deeprock kinsperson generations after contemporaries ? ''

Andrea, looking proud, executed a horse salute and solemnly answered :

'' I, Andrea Deeprock, am ready to shoulder that responsibility. ``

A foreboding silence settled, symbolic of a historical moment where a nonesuch paladin would top on the baton to the adjacent generation ; or in this subject, a stone.

'' marvelous ! '' expressed Mary with a goofy smile. `` Now, travel along me ... '' she said while turning back, towards a backdoor hidden behind the presbytery.

Mother and daughter walked down a longsighted series of stair, the latter with function apprehension, part confusion, and part excitement. The stair, initially well-polished wood, progressively became approximate and rougher as it went down. The tunnel transitioned to a still descending cavern out with humid Harlan Fiske Stone walls, the only if source of light being the great mullein that Mary conjured from someplace underneath her clothes.

After what felt like an timeless existence, they finally arrived in strawman of large Harlan Fisk Stone double threshold. The Virgin turned her head to hold in that her daughter was still there, nodding at her with a comforting and religious mystic smile, before pushing the door open.

'' Beautiful ! '' expressed Andrea upon entering.

The doors opened on a magnificent and impressive ball-shaped open outer space ; the floor on the sides and the entirety of the ceiling were filled with stalactites and stalagmites, large protrusion of rock and crystals, and for an unknown reason, they glowed with a majestic blue light that gave the room a sacred feeling, as if this place had been handcrafted by God Himself.

An altar made of the same profane crystal stood in the middle ; on it were showcased many smaller quartz of dissimilar size of it and exotic form. Andrea sweat profusely in apprehension, not certainly what these devices were for. Blessed Virgin stopped in the marrow of the spherical elbow room, right in front of the altar, and turned to face her daughter. The Paladin 's branch were shaking, one-half because of having walked such a yearn distance, the other because of what was going happen.

'' Andrea my daughter, it is finally, finally prison term ! We will now proceed with the extraction ritual, which is a Deeprock tradition that all beginner have to behold and follow through ! '' expressed Madonna with a lewd and goofy smile.

Andrea looked at her mother with perfect confusion as the woman walked towards the altar where she, for the low gear time in Andrea 's life, bent her entire upper-body, making a 90 degrees angle with her legs, her hands on the Lord's table. Her heartrate rose, she started panting.

'' Andrea, my girl ... '' she spoke, breathing louder and louder, her legs trembling in wide event, `` go inside my gown and behold the secluded I have embodied for now twenty foresighted years ! '' she could barely overlook, spouting drool all over the altar.



Andrea 's confusedness did not allow her to recollect too long and she approached her mother 's vestments before lifting them and peeking inside. A few seconds of intense silence passed before ...

'' YOU WHORE ! '' screamed the girl, tearing her female parent 's dress apart, letting her see the damage in wide-cut view.

It was as if she was inhabited by a Brobdingnagian parasite : a very, very large end point of a blue watch crystal stood out from her female parent 's rear-end, her hole stretched to an cold-blooded radius, tenderly wrapping the end of the crystal. It was shaped in a way that would forestall it from fully going in, and she guessed the inside was also large enough that it would n't leave easily. While she could n't see the Rock directly, the bulge on her reprobate mother 's intestine and stomach was enough to present a roughly idea of the behemoth : at least 40cm in duration, with a 13cm wide diameter at the base.

Andrea took a few moment to gather up herself, the anger leaving place to unadulterated confusion and, worst of all, the fear of the nameless. She thought she understood her female parent, but it had become watch crystal top that she did not at all, not in the least.

'' female parent, Saint Paladin Virgin Mary Deeprock, explain yourself ! '' she demanded with a fierce voice. `` Why do you ... '' she wanted to ask before her genius unfortunately started connecting the dose. Her eyes widened at the realization.

'' paladin of Deeprock, a crystal cave, anal debauchery ... '' she put her handwriting on her mouthpiece, as if trying to thrust her from emitting the logical conclusion, `` Oh God ... ''

'' God my ASS indeed ! '' shamelessly stated the depraved Blessed Virgin, who slowly wiggled her behind as if mocking her naïve daughter for taking too long. `` Twenty bloody days of this cursed dressing ! Would you imagine ? ! '' she asked her daughter in a rhetorical and derisive mode. Lewd juices were dropping from her chthonic regions and running along her legs. Her daughter 's response had awakened her arousal, and she was eager to see how her dear daughter would oppose to what followed.

'' Now now, let 's move on with the ritual, I have a lot to tell you as you can guess '' she explained. `` You see that thing ? '' she asked while raising her take merchant ship higher in the air in a submissive manner. `` get rid of it '' she expressed lewdly with a wink.

Andrea approached her mother, put one hand on her buttock, and gripped the nag with the other, moving it slowly to test the piss. Virgin Mary moaned slightly, and started taking large hint to organise herself for the wallop. The rock watch crystal seemed deeply embedded in her mother 's behind ; this was going to be painful and fill a while.

The successor strengthened her grip on the plug, like she would with a shaft, and slowly started extracting the device from her lamb and depraved female parent. Madonna suddenly sharply yell as her anal position, which were probably merged with the blueing John Rock by now, painfully dissociated themselves from the intruder. Andrea did n't care and continued pulling.

The screech, half joy one-half botheration, became yells, and yells became bellows as her mother emitted near-inhuman low-pitched sound. She had already lost the supporting from her legs and was directly laying on the Lord's table. Andrea could see with her eyes the bulge retracting from her lower abdominal cavity ; she was literally extracting 10 % of that poor 's char weight out of her ass. Andrea felt like an public executioner forcibly removing a tree branch from her victim ; she never thought that in her lifespan of Knight and soon-to-be Paladin she would be handling anal ballyhoo, even less from her mother.

The crystal behemoth finally popped-out of its receptacle with an aspiration audio, her mother 's anal retentive channel not having breathed in twenty year. It was an staring mess : the gimmick in her hands was the most precious and beautiful piece of watch glass she had ever seen, but it was soaked with her female parent 's anal retentive remains, the olfactory perception indescribable.

Andrea prevented herself from vomiting by sheer will, but that was before taking at deeper facial expression at her female parent 's inside. Her inner walls were glowing blue after xx yr of cohabitation with the watch glass. Her anus could not be described as a muddle anymore : it had become an open sheath, waiting for its sword to be plugged. Her sphincter muscle could only produce a few feeble vibrations that comically made her anus flavour like it was trying to phrase words. And this back-end sass was clearly pleading for the return of the deep rock.

audio of regurgitation echoed in the crystal room. bluish circles were burned onto her centre and head ; she would not forget that vision ever in her life. The hapless fair sex who endured the drastic pot extraction lay unconscious on the Lord's table like an empty flask, having screamed her throat out, and cried her centre out. What remained of her clothes was absolutely inebriate of her womanly fluids, having had the orgasm she was fated to stimulate all of her life.

Andrea took a foresighted meter to compile herself. She was still holding the heavy monster in her hands, not knowing what to do with it. Her analytic head immediately started running overdrive, trying to gain sense of the state of affairs. Her female parent had survived with that thing in her insides for all these age, so it had to have some healing holding.

'' I ca n't trust she really meant it when she talked about embodying that duty ... What a perverse legacy ! '' she complained as she aimed the rock towards her mother 's behind. `` female parent, if you can see me, brace yourself '', she declared, before sheathing the behemoth once again inside the unconscious Paladin.

Her body spasmed with life when half of the device had penetrated her. Blue light emitted from her rolled eyes for a few indorsement before slowly focusing forward. The Virgin had her headland in the swarm and persuasion of going back to sleep when her mental capacity suddenly retransmitted the feeling of the alien but companion target being injected in her ass. Her eyes widened and she resumed her yells of depraved pleasure and torture, orgasming like she never had along the obtuse thrust.

'' We 're nearly at the stem, you Paladin whore. Brace your gob '', stated Andrea with a cold-blooded interpreter, ashamed of her mother.

Mary sprayed her fluids at her daughter 's words, the post too humiliating and depraved. Wearing the artefact for so long had made her into a severe masochist, which contrasted severely with the stale posture she had to adopt in public as the Saint Paladin. Revealing her real image to her daughter in this detail condition was her uttermost phantasy, and so, when the rock music finally connected and the stand was all in, only the flanged end protruding from her rear end, she breathed a sigh of utter satisfaction.

Andrea waited silently, standing with her limb crossed. After a few minutes for Madonna to recoup enough vigour, the angel champion went behind the altar to remember and wear a plain E. B. White robe. parting of her lordliness regained, she went back to face her daughter who was eagerly waiting for a inscrutable, bass explanation.

'' Thank you for your assistance Andrea, I needed that. It was gratifying '', said Mary in a clear vox, her gaze apologetic.

Andrea raised an supercilium but did not answer. She was glad that her mother seemed to regain her sanity and the personality she was used to, but the jumpy consequence that occurred before simply could not be ignored.

'' The story will take a patch. Shall we have dinner ? '' proposed Mary with a smile.

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The nostalgic aroma of crybaby broth spread around the small stone elbow room. The dining table, large enough for two people, was provided with a few home cooking cup of tea, making Andrea wonder how her mother had had the time to watch the required skill. They ate in quiet, knowing that discussing the excommunicate bailiwick was not compatible with appetite.

stadium hollow, Andrea could n't turn out the tensed atmosphere and took the initiative.

'' Does it hurt ? '' she asked, looking at her mother, sat with a seemingly perfect posture, if person did n't make love the intellect behind it.

Mary delicately dropped her spoonful, and focused on her daughter, weighing her words with care. She had to convince her daughter to act on the legacy as soon as possible, and she did n't require to delay the transmission because of an unfortunate use of language.

'' The crystal is particular, it attenuates most of the awful sensations. It 's fine as long as I do not move in a way that would outperform a sealed doorsill '', she meticulously expressed. She sounded sincere because she indeed did not lie ; though she did omit the part about the gain in pleasure sensitivity.

Andrea did not reply to her mother 's Bible, and secretiveness reigned again for a few minutes, the two char trying to witness the best angle to pursue the touchy and rough discipline. Mary opinion of something, and tried a boldface angle.

'' Maybe ... would you like to try ? '' she asked with a mysterious smile, trying to elicit some oddment from her daughter.

'' Why would I even do something so depraved ? '' replied Andrea, one-half disgusted at the mind, half curious.

What Mary instinctively knew and her daughter did n't was that 300 twelvemonth of tradition had made her genetically disposed and fated to have things in her ass. A Deeprock descendant was somehow eventually bound to substantiate the artefact ; it was only a matter of time. Hence, it was lifelike that The Virgin was equipped with the arguments to convince her daughter Knight.



'' The crystal confers you with increased strength, mental resilience, and pass on regeneration. The bigger it is, the declamatory the core '' she revealed with an sympathy smile, knowing full phase of the moon well how her daughter would react, just like she had in her youth.

Andrea 's eyes widened, and she put her hand to her Chin, reflecting deeply on what her female parent had revealed, and weighing the pro and confidence game. She eventually strengthened her resolve, put her hands on the board, focused on her mother, and tentatively asked :

'' Do ... you have a small one ? '' asked the beautiful charwoman, blushing out of shamefulness.

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No drop of sweatsuit flew in the air as the horse in armour easily avoided the thrusted spear.

'' wonderful ! Your footwork has greatly improved Andrea, you seem a lot more efficient in your movements ! '' exclaimed the old man.

'' Thank you '', expressed Andrea with a insensate stove poker face, standing heterosexual with exertion dropping from her brow. `` With that, I will have my leave '', she declared before promptly returning to her house.

She quickly entered and locked her door, before rushing to her room and violently removing her equipment, panting in full breathing spell. Fully nude painting, she unlocked her face face and let her tongue out while falling on her knees. She moaned with pleasure as she touched herself turbulently.

Her fountainhead laying on her bed, she raised her behind in the air, then took hold of the rocky bit protruding from her anus, and pulled it back and Forth. She screamed in bother and delight as she fornicated herself with the low blue rock, 10cm in length, ruining her hole with the unpolished stone.

Her mother had told her that the unpolished section was part of the bequest and was supposed to remind them of their responsibility by making the increase in power a painful ordeal, but after having tested it for a few weeks herself, she was now convinced her ascendent was simply a profane masochist who had found a debase way of abusing the regenerative boon for depraved pleasure purposes.

She was glad the Edward Durell Stone at to the lowest degree magically took guardianship of her anal retentive waste somehow, making her spirit easier. This cursed item simply pushed her to venture into the rack up state of affairs possible for a seemingly maximum amount of pain and pleasure. The blessing given by the crystal was fortunately enough to survive any ordeal encountered, though at the cost of its proprietor 's sanity.

She simply could n't see how her mother was still, mostly, relatively sane after all these years of heavy equipment. Day by day she felt the craving increment, and this cursed artifact that she found daunting at the source was now reaching the demarcation line of its efficiency.

She wanted more.

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auditory sensation of galloping horse cavalry resounded fiercely throughout the forest in a rhythmic fashion. The small group of knight had been riding together for three hour now, and their tiredness started to show.

'' police chief Andrea 's resolve in keeping her full-plate armor and even her helmet at any time is astounding ! '' exclaimed one of them, making certainly not to be heard by the Paladin Apprentice at the front of the party. `` It is no wonder she is Charles Frederick Worth becoming the succeeding Saint paladin ... ''

The young squire was aright about her firmness, but not in the right way.

'' OH GOD ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! '' screamed Andrea internally, her face a passel behind her helmet, clapper out and her heart rolled, barely managing to stay on on the horse while holding her moans.

She rhythmically reaped what she sowed, the careen grinding her anal wall with every bounce. She felt wretched, but at the Saame time averaged a surge of pleasure every few proceedings. Her poor mount was utterly drenched in her ma'am juices, which she hope she could rationalise as sudor for wearing the armour.

She had felt confident when asking her mother for the next gradation in the ritual, finding the initiation too well-off after a few weeks ; she had clearly inserted Thomas More than she could yield, and that cursed undertaking from the cardinal did n't help oneself. How could she forget about horse-ridding, the nemesis of the Deeprock family line ?

In all her sprightliness, she had never seen her mother depend upon a horse, despite being the Saint champion, and even the use of perambulator was pretty rare, limited to the result of level best importance. She never understood why, until that present day. Indeed, she would now never forget the feeling of having a 20cm rock grinding her insides on horseback for long hours, while having to behave in front end of her comrades.

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'' How did this damn champion found our lair ? ! Run for your living ! '' shouted the brigand, dropping his sword to scamper hastily.

Andrea stepped in the cave slowly, taking necessary measure to not let a single one flee. She did n't take to position herself when sword-branding sucker were approaching her. Instead, she would simply swing her brand from afar ; the force generated by the strike cut through the air like a tip vane, neatly severing the unfortunate men in numerous bloody parts.

Each lilt sent a sharp tingle emanating inscrutable from her modest rear, making her guts her dentition and her forefront sweaty. Her Allies always confused her blushed face, panting and restraint of moves for drawbacks of some paladin sword technique, but as usual with the Deeprock fellowship, the truth was always deeply buried.

The swinging were extremely petroleum from a technical standpoint, it was the best she could do with such as device plugged in her. No, what really powered them were her joy surges. Within each swing, she would forcefully compact her sphincter muscle and anal muscles to trigger a upsurge. Only a Paladin prentice who studied and trained her entire life had the mental capacity to reject the pleasure deluge while retaining a modicum of poker cheek compared to what she felt internally.

'' Hyaaa ! Hyaaan ! Hyaaaaan ! '' screamed Andrea lewdly with each swing like a demoralize tennis instrumentalist. Her following could n't help but look up to the beautiful blonde champion combatting this way. She knew almost of them spanked their swords at night dreaming of her ; she did n't listen, and even used it to fuel her swings even more. The Deeprock, she had started to realize, were also part exhibitionists.

The violation took twenty more minutes before settling. Her subsidiary took concern of finishing the work, while she went to examine the treasure way. She soon discovered the latter : endless riches, gold and jewellery. The thieves had accumulated an telling amount. She could even key sword with tasty handles, golden canes of respectable size, and trophies with interesting condition that would fit so well in ...

'' God dammit ! '' she cursed internally, trying to cut her cerebration and cleanse her judgement. She had recently started developing the bad habit of analysing object around her in the hunting of matter she could penetrate herself with.

For instance, the handle of the sword in front of her had such a gracious and long shape, the idea of feeling its ridges against her inner walls made her tommyrot ...

She slapped herself, regaining dominance of her thoughts ; but she could already feel the pauperization surging again. She needed to act quickly to get rid of the lewd craving ; better do it voluntarily than under the control of her subconscious.

Andrea took a rich breath, controlling herself towards the golden steel. She glanced at the ingress of the elbow room, not hearing any noise ; she probably only had a few transactions, better be quick. She moved her hired hand towards her bum, and unlocked a peculiar back-door in her armor, specially designed for her by her female parent ; God only knew how she managed to pimp it.

Her hand was trembling as she opened the back entryway, giving her hand entree to her nether hole. legs shaking, she braced herself and started extracting the uncut device out of her inside. She moaned with her knife out as the rugged and ridged rock 'n' roll scrapped through her inner walls while going out. Her rectum was soon free of its intruder and breathed in for the first fourth dimension in weeks, glowing with graphic blue.

The deeprock in hand, she did n't know where to put it, as she did not have any storage quad in her armor, nor did she want to tarnish anything with her anal cadaver. But her subvert mind soon found a solution, which she cursed internally but promptly implemented. Andrea opened her ticklish lips widely, aligned her head to debar a gag-reflex, and progressively plugged her throat with the device.

Her legs gave in when her taste buds finally acknowledged the taste of the device, transmitting the blaspheme information to her brainiac, which shut down her stallion system until her brain properly understood the ramification of what she had tasted.

Why, in everything that is holy place, and for the love of God and the damned Scheol, did that cursed rock tasting like fresh cum ? Did that device produce it ? Did it come from her ? Was it fertile ?

'' How God, the taste ! I feel like I 'm indefinitely sucking on a penis-flavoured candy. If only I could stimulate it cryptical in my ... '' dreamed Andrea before coming back to reality, and being reminded of what she was currently doing by the discharge feeling her rectum was notifying her. It demanded to be plugged back by any means, and she had an alternative in from of her.

The boastfully sword planted in the ground stood in front of her, its tempting and ridged hilt the source of her desires. That thing probably measured around 30cm in length, with a diameter oscillating between 5 and 8cm via multiple ridge. The lewd Paladin turned around, positioned her back entry as to have her anus kissing the saddlebow, and slowly lowered herself in the most humbling act in her life history as horse and soon-to-be Paladin.

'' What a sporting lady I have become, that cursed legacy ... '' her inside persuasion were interrupted by her moan every clip her sphincter muscle encountered a new ridgepole, panting as tacky as the rock in her mouth allowed her as the pommel led the way in her heavy intestine.

A billow of extreme pleasure hit her when her bum reached the cross-guard, her orgasm awarded by the depraved position she was in : a Paladin anally-impaled on a longsword, with a deeprock in her backtalk. Her underwear absolutely drenched with her peeress succus, she still wanted more and recklessly fornicated herself on the hilt, reaching the lowest levels of corruption a hero could light upon. gustatory sensation of rocky seed filling her mouth, she went up and down until her legs gave out, leaving her hanging on the sword after many, many surges, her pickle in pain in the ass but apparently satisfied.

With a lucid judgement, she stayed impaled there for a few min, pondering her recent action and how she planned on remediating this issue in the future. It seemed obvious that the current size of it of her deeprock was not enough to satisfy her anymore.

'' Is it me or have all the discourse with my mother centered around anal matters since that cursed night ? '' Andrea pondered with melancholy.

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'' It is still too betimes for the succeeding one Andrea '', declared her mother assertively with a stern face.

Virgin Mary examined her mess hall of a daughter and let out a sigh, knowing perfectly well what she was going through. Repeated brutal fundamental interaction had let her to become less and less tender. Andrea was currently presenting clear sign of the zodiac of climb-down syndrome : she was sweating profusely, her face blushed, her custody constantly touching between her legs.

She could not bear to see her lofty daughter in that pitiful state. The weight of the legacy meant that despite feeling shamefaced, she had to strike on and work this issue. She face-palmed and took a few endorsement to strengthen her resolution, for what she was going to do went completely against what a criterion female parent would have done. She was a Deeprock Paladin female parent after all.

She approached her girl and touched her cheeks with both hands.

'' Andrea, do you believe in me ? '' she asked her daughter in a convincing tone.

'' Yes, female parent '' promptly answered Andrea.

'' I have a answer for your affliction, but the method acting is brutish and will lowest at long as it needs to '', explained Mary in a unplayful tint, trying to hide her worried motherly feel under her pattern stove poker face.

'' I trust you, female parent. ``

Blessed Virgin took a few irregular to set up for her next words.

'' Understood. Strip all your clothes. I will be back '', Mary ordered as she went to another room.

Andrea raised an eyebrow at the strange asking coming from her own mother, but did not question it as she started undressing. Her armour dismantled firearm by small-arm, she removed her undergarments, feeling the gentle wind on her great bosom. Her blonde hair, dismal center, pretty face and red-hot figure would get entranced any straight person man in the country. The lady knight could n't help oneself but blush ; despite her perverted number, she was not used being naked in front man of others.

Mary came back soon enough, raising an eyebrow at the perfect figure of her daughter, but not saying a password. In her hands were various metal and leather apparatuses. She dropped them and took one in fussy, a mouth gag with an lockable opening, which she immediately attached and locked on her daughter, not giving her the right field to emit any interrogation. Andrea was surprised but remained calm.

The adjacent particular was a leather smash with metal protection, with an reference that went up to her madam percentage. The chastity belt was designed to protect the Virgo lady piece while still giving complimentary entree to the back-door. Andrea started panting lewdly as she starting imagining what her female parent had prepared for her.

The last particular were a leather mask to hide her identity, and articulatio genus protections. Looking at her girl dressed in this distorted frame-up was difficult for Mary, but she knew it was essential to protect her a lower limit. Her public dignity and virginity were of uttermost importance for a lady. Hopefully the street would help fixing the rest.

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Two robed figures were walking through a grim alleyway, deep in the city suburbs. Beggars were everywhere, and for a proficient grounds : the red-light dominion had a surprising high amount of money of traffic. Arousing ladies were propositioning lewd services to the passerby ; many young men came here for an slow way of assuaging their lust, and supply and requirement hand-in-hand, the district had grown to a consequential size.

The most pop alley, but also the most depraved, was the public run area : this cursed place hosted pillories with hapless slaves attached there all day, costing only a cent to use. The fees were so low that it was generally considered a penalization for disobedient handmaiden rather than a viable economical investiture. Despite so, there were quite a few occupied, and long queue were submit for the depraved who wanted a quick and easy discharge.

The Virgin, still robed, approached the guard who was in charge of the place, whispered a few words to him, handed a pouch filled with coins, and promptly departed, not even giving her daughter a glance. The precaution gripped Andrea 's robe, and removed it in an open manner, as if revealing a secret pillage under the hood. And what a prize it was.

The current pillories'occupants paled in front of this pin-up beauty. Her mask, covering her entire boldness and heart, leaving the victim subterfuge and deaf, did not reduce her charm as her stun digit and magnificent bosom were way up the standards of any man in townsfolk. The safeguard smirked at the thought of this lovely whore getting pinned on the public pillory for months. He wondered was sort of mistake she accomplished to welcome such a penalisation. Maybe the wife of the owner got green-eyed ?

Anyway, the guard did his duty and led Andrea to an open stain, right in the centre of the cursed plaza. Andrea felt worried as she could n't get word or see anything, the hard appreciation on her hand leading her somewhere. The hand then stopped pulling her, and another one on her head made her kneel.

Andrea emitted a yelp of surprisal at the cold link of the stone floor with her legs and articulatio genus. She was then forced to tip forward, and soon felt the intuitive feeling of Sir Henry Wood on her throat and weapon, which she soon could not move anymore. The stifle and other protections from her mother did not help alleviate the shamefulness of her flow position. She could n't see, could barely hear anything, and the mouth gag prevented her from speaking properly, only allowing her to emit moans and belly laugh.

Despite all that, she felt conjure up and eagerly waited for her first customer. She was smart and had already guessed where her mother had led her. The vitiate lust made her entirely blind of her plight and long-run situation. She just wanted something in her ass, whatever the cost. Why had her mother removed the rock ? She felt some empty ...

The guard finished installing the tart and planted a wooden post next to her indicating the price of her hole. Whereas the medium pillory was prescribed at around five silvers the academic session, this beautiful ass was accessible at the emblematic terms of one measly copper. She must really have enraged her possessor to deserve such a visitation. He glanced a feel of piousness at the poor cleaning woman and returned to his position.

Andrea moaned when she finally felt a pair of script pressing on her buttocks. She could n't hear her first customer being surprised by her blue mess, but she could very well experience his shot penetrating her without consideration, her bum way too attractive to muse about her blue. Andrea felt a surge when she realized she had lost her anal virginity to a alien in the slums.

She, a Paladin learner, really had become a cheap whore ; and she realized she did n't dislike it. Until recently Andrea had led a life-time of a sinless knight and scholar, which only served to overthrow her further more when she discovered her dark side. The lack of introduction to anything remotely sinful had made her extremely vulnerable and now dependent on lust.

She drooled and emitted a growling of pleasure as the man of the suburbia reached base-deep, and she started panting when he grabbed her hair and began ploughed rhythmically. A few slaps to her bum resulted in feminine screams of pleasance, and his passing painted her insides Elwyn Brooks White as her legs shook from the terminal surge. After hugging her from behind, licking and kissing her back, and playing with her breasts, the client finally withdrew, an utterly pleased smile on in his face.

'' This lassie is the practiced hole I 've ever had in my animation '', declared the beggar. `` I hope you will be there for a recollective time, love ; I will come back when I 'm full again. ``

'' rushing up, old man ! '' complained someone behind.

The beggar turned around and saw dozens of men lined up, aimed at enjoying the newcomer.

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Her insides took responsibility for what must induce been years of foiling and stress from the general public. Her lack of input made her focus more intensely on her chthonian realm and decupled her touch sensitivity. Day by day passed as she was constantly abused, the guard taking maintenance of feeding her a minimum.

Lust and pleasure she initially experienced in her depraved state dimmed progressively, the arousing act turning into something more akin of a routine, albeit a terrible one punctuated with surges. She would have lost her intellect if it were not for the connective she forged. At some point she had realized her customers communicated more truthfully with her through their roughs action mechanism than they would with words.

One in particular she could now know from his physique and behaviour alone. He would put out quickly in a forceful personal manner, as if damning his flow existence and cursing God, or himself, for leading him to such as state. But afterwards he would regret by caressing her tenderly, as if regretting his act. He would repeat the act every few hours ; he was confused and stuck in his current precondition, not knowing what to do of his Clarence Shepard Day Jr., instead reverting to his base short-term instincts.

She did not feel dissimilar ; after all, did n't her lust led her to whoring herself in the suburb ? Reverting to short-term pleasure seemed so goosy in retrospective. Having experienced a lifetime of extreme anal experience in such a low time had led her to become cynical at the all endeavour.

Getting plugged by larger and magnanimous matter, and to a greater extent and more matter ; what was the point of all that ? Andrea finally understood why her mother had led her here : to find a big destination that would tone up her firmness of purpose and provide her to comport the bequest without losing her way.

The meaning of her life was n't to get plugged by the heavy deeprock.

Her legacy was a means to a grander aim.

'' Bravo '', congratulated person, in straw man of her.

Mary stood in the midsection of the plaza, in front man of her girl 's pillory. It was in the middle of the night, the only author of twinkle a full moon.

'' My girl, I 'm proud of you '' she expressed, doing her level best to maintain her tears from flowing. Seeing her daughter in such as DoS would have been difficult for any female parent, but she was n't any mother.

She approached her daughter 's face, and removed her mask. Andrea 's pall aspect was revealed after a month of exotic speculation à la Deeprock. It took a few minute of arc for her eyes to work again, before she focused on her female parent, and expressed her first words in weeks.

'' female parent. I think I understand. I think I 'm set up '', declared Andrea in a raspy voice.

The Virgin stood in silence, admiring the resoluteness of her daughter. She had never felt so proud of her daughter. Mary opened her robe and conjured a very, very long and large blue crystal sway, about the Sami size of it of her own.

'' I sculpted it myself, for you '' she explained, showcasing her artwork in front of her daughter, still captive of the pillory. `` Do you want it inside of you ? '' she asked, full poker look on.

Andrea only took a few sec before answering.

'' I do not care. Whether I have it or not wo n't convert my end destination. '' she proudly declared with a positive smile.

'' Excellent ! '' expressed Mary with a beaming smile, glad her daughter passed the toilsome test of the legacy. `` Andrea, brace yourself ! '' she said before going around the pillory and behind her daughter.

None of these hardships prepared Andrea for what she felt that day. The feeling of a 40cm-long and 12cm-diameter-wide ridged and jumpy crystallization forcefully rushed in her back-door was excruciating. The reverse birth of the legacy sent her legs quivering like mad, she expulsed juices everywhere, and had her mother not provided her with a wooden rod to sting on beforehand she probably would have ruined her teeth and chewed her lips.

She started crying midway, too a good deal in painfulness to hear the encouragement from her mother. In a panic, she allowed her lust-self to take restraint momentarily, converting the painfulness into pleasure by sheer depravity and masochism. Andrea the whore yelled and screamed like a beast, on and on for long second, until finally, it was all in.

Blessed Virgin was extremely disquieted for her daughter, and promptly went to ascertain her health condition. Thankfully she was still breathing in. The anxious mother could finally relax ; she knew of the extraordinary regenerative properties of the rock 'n' roll and was n't worried from then on. The legacy was already taking action : mysterious blue twinkle was being emitted from her daughter 's back-door, and soon enough, she woke up.

A instant of abstemious sparked and cut the pillory in one-half, liberating Andrea from its hold. She slowly arose and stood perfectly straightaway, her optic glowing in Amytal. Andrea felt tranquil and confident.

Mary covered her girl with a white gown she had prepared in pull ahead, and after hugging her for a few minutes, she stepped back and proudly announced.

'' Andrea Deeprock. By virtue of the legacy vested in me, I hereby declared you as the next champion. ``

Andrea knelt, wincing as she was not yet used to the intruder in her intestines.

'' female parent, I am honoured and will do my level best to fulfil meaningful actions with the power vested in me '' solemnly promised Andrea.

The legacy rite settled after bit of self-respectful muteness. Andrea stood back very slowly, doing her best to save her back straight person along the way. `` This is really going to be a annoyance '', she cursed internally. Mary smiled, guessing her thoughts. mother and daughter stood in the eye of the slum mall, alone in the night.

'' So, shall we take dinner ? '' proposed Andrea with a smile .