A cloud of dust followed the meliorist, as did a cloud of flies. The group of 20 - 25 was fatigue, and any shouting or singing they had started the march with had foresighted since faded. This group of traveler was bound for the holy acres, to fight for the church, to do a penance worthy to fix entrance into Shangri-la. Now, they were marching, or dragging their animal foot through, southern Bavaria, with a long journey ahead.

David was dissimilar than most other social reformer, as he lacked the spiritual fanatism typical of his fellow traveler. Instead, he had been coerced into the cause with several of his friends to avoid persecution at house. He was improbable, muscular, and only 22, so if he had waited out the war at home he would have surely been humiliated and harassed. After all, an able lad like him forsaking his friends in the sanctum war would surely be equate to fighting for the early incline, at least in the eyes of the church.

Whatever. He never liked his village, with the inescapable smell of manure, and potent principle of the clergy. This would be his opportunity to take to the woods, to see the outdoor world. Even now, Bavaria was more beautiful than anything David imagined of the outside, the lush fleeceable forests with white-peaked mountains spanning the horizon.

Jacques Louis David could hear the hoi polloi ahead of him talking suddenly, and there were some relieved cheer, evidently the group had reached the future village. Then, David saw it too. An abandon looking collection of narrow streets sided by brick household with red tile cap, a Christian church column, and a townspeople square, nestled in a pocket-size vale. The appearance of red tiled ceiling, as opposed to wooden shingles, indicated to David and some others that they were getting farther Confederacy, closer to their address. Some of the crusaders picked up a song, and soon enough they were all singing as they marched into the streets.

The town was, as its appearance suggested, mostly abandon. Obviously nearly inhabitant had already left for the sanctum land. Because of this, finding accommodation for David and his friends turned out to be as simple as kicking in a few wooden door until a satisfactory ( luxurious ) habitation was found. With a room settled, they turned their priorities to the next pressing essential.

nighttime fell, which made finding the nighest tavern an easy undertaking as well. It turned out to be one of the few lit buildings. However, the previous undulation of Crusader had obviously depleted the provision of booze to nil. David's acquaintance were especially displeased.

"Not even a good drink after such a recollective day ! What a letdown of a tavern"Rowan exclaimed loudly, within earshot of the tavern's keeper. This seemed to annoy him greatly.

"I told you, we're dry. If you don't like it here, sod off"muttered the man.

David, being the smartest of his friends, thought about how to work out the hard drink job. Maybe if there were another tavern or another storage, something that had closed before most Crusader had come through town. constantan !
He remembered a building they had passed by when finding accommodation, David had looked in through whirl in the boarded-up doorway to see a way with barrels, and miscellany of low glass feeding bottle. That might have what wanted. David stood up and made an proclamation to his friends, trying to mock importance.

"Boys, men, I think I may have a solvent"

With that, he coughed and stumbled out the door into the night.

Finding the building again was easy, the Town was small and relatively compress. But getting inside was a challenge. By pulling out a few sluttish boards, Jacques Louis David managed to squeeze through the doorframe. There was enough moonlight through a windowpane at the rear of the room to see around, and David squinted his eyes to see what loot might acquaint itself.

The first matter he noticed was that most bottleful were obviously not liquor, and the cask were vacuous. Instead, the bottles, although total, were labelled with hastily scrawn notes, mostly illegible. Some feeding bottle also had liquids, solid and powders David didn't recognize. It seemed that he had stumbled into the laboratory of an alchemist or someone of interchangeable profession. But even alchemists are human, and there could still be some alcohol to be found, perhaps hidden.

The first plaza St. David tried to look was in the roof amongst the baulk. Picking a stool to stand on, he positioned it and tried to climb up up onto it to get a good sight of the dark overhead.

CRACK ! thumping ! The stool's shortest leg snapped in half, and David fell onto the floor. However, as he got up he noticed that the floorboard he landed on had broken, to unwrap a enshroud compartment beneath his substructure. He moved the shattered board, and EUREKA once more ! respective stopper glass bottles, concealed before, were now exposed.
David pulled one out at random, concealed the stash with the floorboard once again, and removed the cork of the feeding bottle with a quick tug. An intensely acerbic smell pervaded his nostrils, comparable to the taste of fuzz. Odd, he had never tried any drink like this. But this town has tiled roof instead of shake, things are evidently different around here. He tasted a sip. Sweet heavens, this was the smoothest, sweet-smelling liquid he had ever tasted ! He tried another draft, but the bottle seemed to be getting further away as the way got darker and his body got gruelling. His vision faded and his fanny was assaulted by the floor once again.

Soft sail. So soft.

Was he still on the flooring ? No. The level wasn't this voiced. Did his champion find him and convey him back to their borrowed elbow room ? No, he never told them where he went. Where in the fuck was he ?

A hand touched his articulatio radiocarpea and he jerked awake. A woman was standing there, her boldness shrouded by her foresighted brown hair.

David looked around. David ? Yes that was his figure. What happened ? He drank something, and woke up here. He looked up to see the woman had turned her attention to him. He could see now that she had a beautiful face, and although very pale, was still pretty with petit features and bright leafy vegetable oculus. She looked like a northerner.

"Are you alright ? I found you in the alchemist's shop, passed out. You looked like a corpse."

"I'm alright, thanks. Let me just-"St. David tried to propel his leg but null happened."I can't move ”.

The woman smiled knowingly.

"I'm not surprised, judging by how a good deal of that you drank."

Saint David looked at her questioningly. How did she know what it was ?

She replied to his unsaid question.

"Tricks of the trade dear, where did you find it ? I've looked around that store for useful potions before, but never found anything."

At the word ‘ potions'she paused.

"Are you a beldame ?"David asked jokingly.

Her eyes flashed a yellow coloration for a second, but Jacques Louis David dismissed it as his imagination.

"Are you ?"

"Does it matter ?"

St. David thought about it.

"How do I cognize you aren't going to bolt down me ?"

She laughed, her face lifting momentarily.

"love, I haven't had goodness company for a foresightful time, alright ? Killing you is the close thing I'd want."

The fire made a photograph noise, and the woman turned away to tend to it. The fire ? David's optic focused now, he was fully awake. He was in a room, hollow save for a bed, fireplace and door, without windows. The room was probably 15 feet long by 20 wide. The bed was fantastic, adorned with weather sheet and pelt, and he was lying sprawled out, naked. NAKED ? St. David panicked, pulling the sheets to contract around his nether regions. The woman looked back at him and chuckled when she saw. David realized she was burning his clothes in the brick fireplace.

"What the hell are you doing ?"

"If it would make up you feel better, I could go naked too"

"Its fine ”. Jacques Louis David instantly regretted his response. Looking at her, she looked about his age, with a decent torso, fizzle and tush. She was wearing a dress that could have just been a previous blanket, tightly cloaking her body.

"How polite of you. You seem to know that you're my affected role in my house."

Saint David nodded in recognition.

"What do I promise you ?"

"Trisha. And you ?"

"David."


The next day the feeling was brought back in his leg, and David could make tiddler movements. However Trisha still insisted on feeding him a mixture of herbs in his food that would"make him feel better ”.

Once Trisha left the room and locked the threshold after David finished feeding, he carefully walked over to the table. His reading material skill were minimal but real, he had learned some words from studying in church.

The playscript had a collection of formula, several circled. The circled ones were for fortitude… that was strength… magnit- and something unreadable, maybe size ? The last was obedient. That was obvious for anyone. recital over them again, David realized something, shocked. He wasn't being kept here to recover, she was trying to turn him into some sorting of slave, or golem. He had to put to work fast before she came back.

Using the verbal description in the book, David managed to make the strength potion easily. But he didn't know how to apply it. Taking a drop, he put it on his clapper. It had a cool numbing effect, but the single drop was good enough for him to feel an prompt change. His muscles grew and tightened around his body. Looking at his reflection in a cop cup, he saw he was absolutely ripped now. Good.

Next was size, he would need it if he wanted to overpower the witch. This was harder, but soon David had a rock oil paste for this as well. Now he turned his attention to the door.

The door was minor, so Jacques Louis David reasoned he would have to take the size potion once he got outside. Using his new strength, he pulled, and pushed at the door, but it was locked well. Hmm. With a mighty clenched fist, he punched it as hard as he could. BANG. Instead of punching down the door, he had just made a broadsheet hole in the center. ass. Then he heard stride. Double fuck.

David knew this was it, so he took a slur of the size of it potion and put it on his tongue. Keeping his eyes stratum with a spot on the door, he waited for his torso to develop and for the room access to spread. set to go giant on some fuckers he thought. Then he felt something. Instead of his head, legs, eubstance or arms, his dick was slowly expanding. Becoming erect, to normal size, it began growing once more, to nine, ten column inch. Saint David laughed at his betise and admired his oeuvre. Not what he expected but that should come in handy once he left this prison. A fist hit him in the chest and he fell onto the edge of the bed beside the open fireplace, grimacing from the pain. Trisha was standing there over him. She was still wearing her unknown dress, and in her unclenched hand she held a short knife.

"The shag did you do to my stuff ?"she yelled.

"I know what you were trying to do, and I didn't want that"he responded cheekily, despite still feeling the pain in the neck from her blow.

"And what was that ?"

"You wanted to change me into a automaton or soldier or slave."

The cleaning lady laughed.

"I wanted a mate, you were a bit too smart to chase villagers and dig kettle of fish all day."

"What was the remainder ?"

"Here ”.

Trisha slipped the cover dress off her shoulders, and the wholly matter fell on the base. Saint David got a abbreviated glance of her picket gabardine skin, her titty, disappointingly low with red pointy nipples, and a Triangulum of hair between her legs above a little cunt. The look was brief however as she stepped forward and grabbed his head, kissing him. The locked duo fell backwards onto the bed. David was shocked by the philia, so he responded by kissing back.

Without clothing already, arousal was minimal. As they kissed, Trisha put one hand, then both hands on David's well up extremity and started jerking him off rhythmically. St. David responded by gripping her ass and rubbing her pussy, now starting to radiate heat and moisture.

She grabbed his cock firmly, and was about to sit on him when St. David suddenly flipped her over, and all at once, pushed it into her twat from behind. The surprise pleased her but there was still some annoyance and she moaned as she took the length. Using her pelvic girdle as handgrip, he repeatedly pulled himself into her as she took it on her helping hand and knees.

They switched face eventually and then she was riding him, while he caressed her nipples. After several minutes though it was obvious she was not going to last. David felt her pussy grasp as muscles around her body flexed. The Trisha's centre rolled into her head as she orgasmed, and she made a soft groaning noise. David kissed her, but he too had reached the edge. His mind had a light appearance while he blew an enormous consignment into Trisha, still moaning in his blazonry.

Great placidity followed the climax, and they fell backwards onto the bed, covered in sweat. Jacques Louis David looked over at her, her lips slightly open up as she faced the cap. What the shag did he do and what the fuck was he supposed to do now ?