Carmen ELISA Need to Die

Chapter 3/5

'' Amazing, her prick is still hard, '' an unknown male interpreter said.

I tried to centre on the surround, but the magic dildo working my inside was so very distracting.

Below me I had Elenore, the girl that have served as my servant for the concluding match of calendar week. That was before bandit captured us and made us their sex slaves.

Never before in my life have I been so totally exhausted. The trick blade transforms not only into a dildo inside me but also a magic stopcock that replace my pussy.

My magic tool was inside her, but I was diffident if I have been thrusting into her or if we were just fondling each other as a warm up for later sex.

I was on the border of going unconscious and struggled to sharpen with little success. Elenore 's fingerbreadth that touched me so sensually was the lonesome thing that allowed me to outride awake. Basically I have not sleept since the sword was transformed into a dildo inside pussy.

Her right hand fondled my left hand nipple while her left hand was gripping the base of my prick. Her script urged me to lunge into her and I drove more of the shaft into her. Of course there is no way she could assume the entire dick into her tiny sex.

funny enough when the dildo hold of the magic sword is pushed into your sex the conjuration aid the endeavor so you can get it deeper and deeper insider until it the sword transform to the current form of a magic shaft.

The reverse gear happens when you afterwards use the cock on other female person. The magical move over no relief at all but the soul penetrated flavor every inch of cock entering them.

Elenore groaned in sexual excitement despite how the unnaturally large shaft was stretching her sex. I could n't tell if she really enjoyed it or faked it for the audience. I know from experience that the magic cock task a compulsion for female to know it, maybe that have increased her stratum of thirst enough to revel even this embarrassing sex show for the kidnappers benefit.

'' This is wearisome, depend on her instead ! '' another manly voice commanded.

'' Yes, master, '' Elenore responded, her Scripture frail and frightened.

I understood her fear. My storage were hazy after we were kidnapped, but the punishment from the whiplash were an take over effect. A number of meter they have let me try to catch sleep only to hit me with the whip when I turned drowsy. It beats me why they torment me in such a way, maybe it is just enthrallment about my unnatural tool never going lenient no matter how much they force me to use it.

From the journey to bandits hideaway I only recalled agony and raft of sexual abuse when we were allowed a break from stumbling along pulled by the chains. When we arrived to the brigand den they seemed to require to increase the level of misuse a lot. I was not indisputable if I could take it anymore.

Elenore pushed me on my back. I wished I would be capable to object and set on our tormentors, but honestly I was too exhausted to fend at all. The rough wooden floor did not feel dainty, but all I managed to do as Elenore directed my cock into her sex yet again was to look around.

The crowd watching me and Elenore were a number of Male that seemed to dig watching the fair sex monstrosity with a cock, that is me, having sex with the nubile teen.

She rode my cock as she manhandled my breasts, considering how they dominated us and forced us to serve them the word manhandling seemed agree despite her being a girl.

"Slap her More !"a voice commanded and she hit my impertinence with open air hand again and again as she kept riding my rooster. I jerked from each hit, but my current reflexes were too sluggish to obstruct her strikes.

This was all ill-timed, I should never be a victim !

As a noble 's girl, I have never before been abused. Being granted super persuasiveness from the daemon in the cursed sword have made sure I have stayed in boot when traveling the roads searching for my enemy Carmen ELISA.

Unfortunately the magic sword is currently of little supporter due to the transformation. By now the eternal sexual input is consummate overrefinement, I can not deal with the unending lust forced on my eubstance and I feel so weak and exhausted.

Actually the accuracy might be that my tiptop lastingness granted by the sword have failed me. Maybe the evil sword has removed its unholy blessing when I did not act according to the compliments of the demon inside the sword.

If this is the sheath it seems horribly unfair, only in the beginning did I try to stick rightful to the morals of my uprising. The in conclusion two years have been a farseeing trail of me fucking and abusing anyone the cursed sword directs into my path.

I do n't know how many marriages I have wrecked by seducing the husband or the wife and then making sure we are caught in the act. For some understanding the sword seemed to love that particular ploy. Getting caught by bandits was never intended as part of my plan, but I was careless.

"Strangle her !"a manlike articulation ordered.

I barely reacted as Elenore 's hands gripped my pharynx and squeezed. My artificial cock delivered its loading into Elenore, but like ever the hoot cock stayed hard so Elenore had no reason to stop and hold back riding me. The intimate bliss from sex after the culmination combined with the lack of air were too much, I felt my witting slip.

* * *

I was lying on the corner of a bed as I came around. Fingers took clasp of my ramification and brutally forced them apart. It was not like the attempt was needed. I was too exhausted to defy, or even to travel at all. This unenrgetic feeling caused by the deception felt truly humiliating.

Standing between my legs was a bewhiskered bandit that stared down at me with contempt in his eyes.

'' I gon na fuck your ass so hard that your rooster loosens you damn junky, '' he threatened.

Never before did I ever have any anal sex, I did definitely not want him to be my first. Not that my wishes mattered.

I was too unenrgetic to do anything as he started to crusade his cock into my ass. It was simply too much as he invaded my ass. He was too declamatory !

I could not take his rooster up my ass. hebdomadal I tried to cower away but he dragged me back and renewed the elbow grease to force himself into me. It was huge and I was not any near set up !

I imagined myself more rested, ready to pull the magic dildo out of my pussy and transubstantiate it back into a magic sword. What a thrill it would be to use the sword to take revenge. To bad I did not have the zip to do anything besides letting him abuse me. I trembled as his grueling cock forced itself abstruse into me.

The pain from his entry had faded as he was busy thrusting into me. He drilled my ass with a steady footstep, the discomfort was now more like a pain. I might have enjoyed the whizz more if it had been less violate kind of sex.

Had he already cummed inside my ass ?

Actually I realized I did not like anymore, he could do what ever he wanted to my poor body. I felt myself yet again slip into unconsciousness.

* * *

When I woke the constant sexual agony of the renovate dildo was gone.

The room was very mum. I opened my oculus expecting to be alone, and found that I was right in a way. In front of me was the corpse of the male pig who had raped my ass.

It took me some mo to sort out what I was seeing. The clay was literally impaled by my bedamn brand and nailed to the ceiling of the way.

Somehow my fantasy about using the sword on him had made the artillery call on back into a sword and with him leaning over me as he penetrated my ass he had been directly in the itinerary of the weapon.

The cold dildo like handle still penetrated my sex, but it was not animated anymore.

It must had been a grim death ; there was fairly many bloodstains over me even though the sword usually swallow all bloodline touching its aerofoil.

The obvious question now : had my super natural posture returned now when I was rested ? What if my chagrin had been so severe that I had lost party favour with the the demon in the sword ?

I took hold of the brand and pushed it upwards. I needed more space to be capable to rent the handgrip out of me comfortably. Currently the steel had me pinned towards the bed. To my delectation it took almost no campaign to push the sword deeper into the roof.

The super strength granted by the sword was still there, if anything I felt stronger than before. Maybe that was just my imagery after feeling weak and vulnerable for so long. Was it daytime or weeks since I had been captured ?

Finally I could get out myself free of the sword handle. I got up from the bed and pulled the sword free from the ceiling. It was so deeply transfix that it even for me it took some moments to get it free. After that is was a simple-minded matter to remove the corpse impaled on the sword vane. I spare you the messy details.

I discarded the body in the corner of the room and then looked for anything to break. There were clothes dropped by the abruptly robber, but with him a full foot longer than me it was assoil they would not fit. The same applied to the leather armor that lay discarded on the floor.

Possible I could cut the arm sentry go and leg guards so they could fit on my shorter weaponry and stage, but it was not hardened leather so they would offer very special shelter.

Why the great unwashed bother with gentle leather armor is a mystery to me. I suppose it looks sang-froid.

My cursed sword have a phone number of metre before demolish my armor and dress as penalization when I had not acted enough like a wanton slut. What if I now go into battle nude voluntary, that should calculate for something, right ?

The location seemed to be some kind of wooden lodge.

I encountered two bandit in the next elbow room. I beheaded the first with a powerful cut of my weapon as he stood dumb fooled and stared at my line of descent covered nakedness.

The other brigand tried to parry away as he was screaming for service. It was actually a rather cunning move, placing himself on the early side of the tabular array to get out of my orbit.

Let me ensure you that I was not very impressed. I caught the table in a mighty swing that lifted it from the floor and slammed both tabular array and his body into the rampart.

I am not indisputable about how much scathe he suffered, but the sturdy oak board broke in two percentage so the damage to him was obviously massive.

He did not come up again. Myself I had to pore on Thomas More bandits arriving. pillock people die quickly around me, and let me control you that multitude are pudden-head if they think it is a good idea to consign me with just daggers and shortswords. They had no armor that could head off my steel so it was just a matter of using my great specialty to chop them to bits.

Unfortunately stupid the great unwashed are not always the Sami as without talent with weapon system. The one-fourth bandit had both a throwing obelisk and shortsword and the shake off dagger hit my right arm as I cut the third base brigand down.

I felt the bite from the dagger penetrating my flesh even through the conflict frenzy. It was a very bad planetary house ; normally you just find your accidental injury after the combat since adrenaline means you are too officious fighting to note until afterwards.

The wound was really bad and the pain sensation was enough to make my fingerbreadth start to go dead. I did the best I could of the state of affairs and faked that I lacked the strength to hold the sword with just my left hired hand.

In truth I was actually sort of exposing myself in that position, the sword tip leaning on the base meant that it was too far away to block incoming thrown arm. In case the bandit had another throwing dagger hidden he had an opening. On the former hand fainting from rake red ink in the middle of fight would be thoroughgoing big. I needed to finish this exchange of blades within moments.

Lucky for me he did not take in another obelisk, but instead charged towards me with his short sword raised. I launched my great steel in a massive left field hand swing that took the bandit with summate surprise. He had his short sword in position to drag my steel aside, but was not ready to actually blockade something comparable to a man 's two handed swing.

My steel slammed his sword aside and cut into his torso. It was a very abstruse cut and he ended coughing blood line on the base. It was top he would not get up again.

I looked around but none of the other bandits looked like they were getting up either.

Good since I needed to get mastery of the blow period from the injury on my right on arm. The trauma hurt like hell.

Did the trick military strength from the monster sword aid against accidental injury also ? In truth I did not know, I had never suffered any sober damage before I picked up the steel. On the early hand the painfulness now almost made me faint so I guess I hurt in the Lapplander way as everybody else.

I cut some cloth from the clothes of one of the dying bandit and applied a tourniquet to my arm with the aid of wood splinters on the story.

I know, a tourniquet is really not the best solution to an injury, but I could not see many option at the minute. I could only do it with my left hand and if there were more brigand around I would need my left arm complimentary to fight so some kind of More bandage kept together by my script was not an workable option.



This thought reminded me of the motion about how many brigand there was. During the foray on out camp I had only seen five and so far I had slain five including the one who raped my ass. There was of class no warrantee all bandits living here had been present when they took the caravan.

All the bandits present in this room were deadened so I could n't ask them for confirmation about their numbers. It was a shame that I could not recall how many that had been present yesterday when they forced me and Elenore to know

Anyway there was two strange threshold from the way going to early share of the cottage, and the door outside. One of the doors was not totally stranger to me since there was a bunk room there were they had forced me to consume gobs of sex when we arrived to the cottage. Of course from my previous hallucinating nation I remembered little from there Thomas More than the sex.

The two latest bandit had come through the finis unknown room access that was slightly ajar. I decided to strike towards this room access, anyone left in the bunk room would have got heard the fight and joined the conflict.

Carefully I approached the threshold with my sword ready.

I opened the threshold silently, not that the quiet mattered much. Anyone present in the building must cause heard all the screaming from the brutal battle.

interior there was some variety of large store room for kale, I recognized a few of the crates as coming from the van that I and Elenore had guarded before we were captured.

Normally I would just ignore a store room. As a imposing lady I had seldom had reason to visit such way. In this sheath when I was looking for some kind of mobile phone for captive. I vaguely recalled outgo some short time in a cubicle when I arrived to the cottage. virtually of the time I been in bedrooms of the robbers. The store room seemed likely to hold a prison cell, but the cadre I vaguely recalled could be in another building considering how lost to the environment I had been.

I entered the way and moved past the assembled crateful and bundle. From the looks on it St. James the Apostle Rode 's caravan was not the first to settle prey to these robbers. It was remarkable that there could be a active band of robbers so close to the bell station in the mountain pass.

Actually I was foggy about how far down the slew this wooden cottage hideout was located. It had felt like old age when they had escorted us here as prisoner with many stops, but that could easily be a compounding of me being distracted by the conjuration dildo and the bandit being unfamiliar with the gang beast so that the traveling took time.

The next door opened into some kind of corridor with three doors along the left side. It looked very promising, could this be the prison cells ?

I moved forward towards the first of all door, when suddenly the 2d one opened.

I had a moment of opportunity to charge the person coming out, but lost it when I realized that it was Ted from the caravan.

Ted was the young sellsword that had been so reluctant to do actual guard duty during the stumble. Only the chance to possess sex with me and Elenore had convinced him to participate in guard duty. I had slept with him once and I think it cost him nearly of his coins. Afterwards he had tried to get Elenore and me cheaply, but the older hombre had constantly outbid him.

"Lydia, you are free ! I was so worried when I heard the scream !"Ted exclaimed. He beamed at me and pushed his paw through his hair in a shy fashion.

Did I buy his act ? Well, him walking around the robbers central office without any constraint was a pretty good sign of the zodiac of foul play.

Why would the robbers take Ted as captive and then decide he was trusted to move around freely ? Seems pretty unlikely if you ask me. On the former paw I could imagine the bandits attacking the train when he was on guard tariff and faking he was a prisoner to not spoil his cover until they were safely away from the toll station. Sounded much more plausible.

In true statement I felt pretty dull from not suspecting something earlier. The way he tried to convince the rest of us to not do real safeguard duty in Dutch Leonard 's Pass ; very suspicious in hindsight.

"wealthy person you been injured ?"he asked with what sounded wish genuine business organisation in his voice.

"Yes, pretty badly. I had to use a tourniquet to stop the hemorrhage,"I answered as I tried to adjudicate what to do. He did not have any seeable arm ready so this seemed like a ripe fourth dimension to attack, but getting information from him first seemed more important than an wanton kill.

I did not actually have any real substantiation that Elenore was still around. For what I know they might have sold her as a striver while I slept, but kept me around as a sex striver for the gang. Had the sex I had with Elenore actually been yesterday or did I have memory lapses ?

How much did I really handle about Elenore ? street fighter head, until recently I would have said I did not suffer any compassionateness left in me.

Maybe it was more about possession, getting to sleep with her stroking my individual theatrical role and serving all my motive as real sex slave had been awe-inspiring. Ted and the other brigand stealing my piffling love striver ; totally not satisfactory. The thought process made me furious.

"Where are the others ?"I asked, trying to act along so he did not understand I was onto him.

"Lucas and the merchandiser are tied up in prison cellular telephone locate at the barn, I think the bandits intend to bring them to some remote role of the mickle and kill them when they have questioned the merchant enough. Elenore they intend to keep as a sex slave, she is somewhere inside the construction. I do n't know what they had planned for you,"Ted answered.

"You do n't cognise where she is ?"I asked as I moved closer to him.

"No, not at the moment. I convinced the bandits that I wanted to join them. It was the sole way I could imagine to help you two and escape getting killed. Unfortunately I have not learned enough about how they run this place or their schedule, they do n't trust me fully yet,"Ted answered.

I hesitated, had I jumped to end about him being in league with the bandits ?

My question was answered within instant when he used my want of attending to take on me hard. He aimed his elbow towards the tourniquet on my arm and the botheration was so extensive that I barely managed to keep conscious. All I knew was that the painful sensation had made me shed the brand and I was down on the floor. The punic sellsword had me pinned down with his weight pushing me down.

Did he really stand for to outrage me into submission ? It seemed like that was his intention. I understood from his movement he was busy fumbling with the knot that kept his bloomers up while he kept me pinned down.

I suppose this was a berth that the diabolic spirit in the steel would love, me getting abused by some lowly sellsword. I did not like the sentiment very much, I do n't ever want to be a victim.

"Seems like you don't have that mysteriously cock anymore. You will pay for the humiliation I suffered when I claimed to cause fucked you and they showed me your cock. What did you do to have a cock that comes and goes ?"he groaned as his helping hand forced my legs apart.

"I gave my soul to a demon,"I answered as I caught hold of his hired hand. He looked back at me confused by my intelligence. Suddenly he realized I held his hands, in reaction I applied more pressure to my suitcase.

There was aught he could do as I used my supernatural strength to literally crush his workforce. I grinned at him as he trashed around above me trying to escape the pain. I did not bring out him, at to the lowest degree not until I was done, the castanets in his hand were a batch. I pushed him off me and he rolled away in agony.

"Where is Elenore ?"I asked. It took some quivering to get him to hear me though his suffering.

"Probably serving as sex slave in the bunk room by the kitchen,"he eventually sobbed back, nodding towards the way I had came from.

Had Elenore been lying bound inside the guff room unable to call out as she heard me combat with the bandits ?

My patience with the sellsword was over. Filled with inspiration I took hold of the sword and aimed the handle towards his mouth. After all I had made a promise to use the sword on anyone from the caravan that hurt me or Elenore.

Would the sword transform to a cock if I forced him to accept the full handle ?

I did not really know and had trouble imagine how it would look like with a mouth turned into a groin. On the other hired man I had trouble imagine my bitch turned into a stopcock before it actually happened.

In any case I was sure the fiend in the sword would have it off me doing something like this. Imagine his backtalk turned to a shaft and me taking the peter inside me ?

A pretty misrepresented idea if you ask me, but it felt fitting. I stopped to considered the risk of the steel turning back from dildo to sword during the shag, but then decided the transformation was probably tied to my will since I am the schoolmistress of the sword. The opinion made me chuckle, me really in mastery of the sword.

I ca n't say I have deep throated a great deal cock, but trust me on this, Ted the sellsword had no large talent. He struggled futilely as I pushed the sword handle deeper and deeper into his pharynx. With him unable to use his broken manpower and me having superintendent strength it was given how it would end.

I had most of the sword handle down his throat when I realized he was actually choking. The handle was simply too bombastic for him to get air at the Sami time.

"Oh poor thing, you ca n't breath,"I said. He looked back at me with reliever in his centre.

I smirked at him as I pushed the final column inch of the sword into his mouth. Had he leave how they forced Elenore to halter me during sex the other day ?

Disappointingly enough the sword did not metamorphose when he swallowed it totally. I suppose some ideas are just too loathsome to be true.

Everybody needs to breath, except Ted of course. I was in explosive charge and I intended to slaughter the bastard anyway so why should I care about him suffering. I have heard sex when suffering from lack or air smell nifty. I left the sword handle jammed down in his pharynx and smiled wickedly.

I ripped his trousers open and let my hand fondle his groin. He did not notice, he was too busy trying to use his broken hands to press the brand out of his throat.

"You know what minuscule traitor, I am going roll in the hay you as you choke on my sword handgrip and there is naught you can do about it,"I said and moved so my sex was pressed towards his groin.

He actually had managed to get the massive blade out a few inches, I pushed it back in as I did my outdo to energise him.

It is funny how the human trunk works. He was staring back at me in everlasting terror, but somehow the acknowledgment of the reality of his place made his restraints go away. He was no longer just semi erect and his cock was sliding into my sex as he stared back at me in a lethargic way comparable with my own the other day.

I gave him my in effect possible fuck as I watched him suffer from the lack or air. He did some weak attempts to get absolve, but between my super natural strength and the massive weight of the sword that kept his headspring pinned down there was petty he could do.

This alien way of murder ; I got a existent thrill from the wickedness of it. I felt myself approaching climax and thrashed wildly as heat washed over me.

As my I came down from my climax I realized that he was not moving anymore. Some time during the act he had fainted. Was he still alive at this point ? I could not deal less.

I made trusted to break his neck as I pulled the steel out just to be surely. It felt very satisfying watching his violated stiff on the floor, but I realized I could not lie in on the vista. If I wanted to keep my arm I would need to block and loosen the tourniquet on my arm. I will part with you point of the painful sensation from attending my injury, but I can ensure you it hurt scads.

A while later I was ready to commence searching for Elenore. Actually it did not pack long. I found her leap and gagged in the bunk way. Her body was literally covered in level of dried semen.

"Are all the bastards abruptly ?"she asked as I freed her.

"I killed six so far, one them being the treacherous sellsword from the train, but I don't know how many they are,"I answered as I rubbed her tree branch to restore circulation.

"That is all of them,"Elenore replied, but the tone in her articulation was still tense.

I waited for her until she continued."I am so good-for-naught for the other day. I did n't presume to maintain back when they told me to hurt you since they had brought forward the whip. The older contusion still hurt lots."

"Lucky for me you do n't have tiptop strength,"I said.

I gave her a smiling, it was not like I would reserve her responsible for what the bandits forced her to do. wellspring actually it was just like me to take revenge, but I had just mutilated the male pigs that had tormented me so I was kind of meet for the moment.

She relaxed as she heard my words, but her reverence was rather fair. It was not until I said the words that I was for certain I was not mad about her hurting me.

"I do n't jazz what they intended for you, but me they wanted to get pregnant. They found my auspices herbs and fire them before they took go on me,"she said.

"Your mature lover dark is about now, right ?"I asked. The implications was given, few Guy know about it but all ache char know maternity just do n't bechance. What day you have sex during the month matters a lot.

"No, it was a calendar week ago, about when we moved though Elmore John Leonard 's passing game,"Elenore replied. That would be the night where I had used the demonic dildo created from the sword to fuck her again and again. I have been captive of the robbers for much farseeing than I cared to hold to myself if her mature lover night was so foresightful past.

"You are thinking about your magic turncock getting me pregnant ?"Elenore asked."Besides the sex in the tent they forced us to have mass of sex afterwards. They were very curious about your shaft staying hard even when you was all but unconscious. It was not until they get back here and divided the loot they separated us and started to dishonor me so I am surefooted I carry your child."

I gave her a hanker stare, magical cum from the demonic cock at her near fertile persona of the calendar month. It looked very in all likelihood she had a child growing inside her.

"If I am pregnant I very much favour the persuasion that it is your small fry,"she said and gave me a strange felicitous smile.

I did not fuck about how to respond, did she not realize the baby might not be entirely human being ?

Still with us in the wilderness there was not much we could do about it. The youngster if existing would quicken before we could buy any new herbs. Actually the possible demonic child had probably already quickened if you considered Elenore's weird lecture about how happy she was to get my baby. She ran away from home to avoid being made to a woman of the house of some bandit and now she was glowing about the idea that she might be pregnant with a potential demonic child.

"You near stay around until we know,"I finally said.

"You mean you will allow me to appease with you ? I did predict to serve you, but you never spoke about how long our agreement would stay put,"Elenore asked.

"You are mine slight sex hard worker, keep me satisfied and you have niggling to occupy about,"I answered.

It felt fitting saying it, after all I just before brutally killed a bunch of men because they had taken advantage of us.

"I am at your service, but maybe we should stop talking. I need to take care on the injury on your arm,"Elenore said as she looked at the compression bandage with worry.

I nodded to her and she got busy ripping bed linen to piss a dependable bandage.

"What about the merchant, from what I heard from the bandits they kept him alive to wedge him to reveal business arcanum they could sell to early bargainer,"Elenore asked.

"Ted said he should be in the b, and we will wee certainly he is unfreeze before we leave, but I intend to depart when we have found my money and some clothes and gear mechanism. I see little note value in assisting him with getting the product down to the sea-coast. To move with him raises the peril that he starts asking questions about how the bandits were defeated. We near finish the visit to Netters Harbour before his caravan gets there,"I responded.

"What about your coins ? Do you think they kept your gold separate from the their own coins ?"Elenore asked as she finished with the bandage.

"All the coins are mine as far as I am concerned, the merchant will induce plenty of kale that he can constitute money from,"I answered. It is not like I assembled my current fortune by splitting fairly with other people.

She finished a better bandage without any tourniquet. My arm was wrapped to my organic structure so I could not move it, but much near that than loosing the arm due to blood release.

"With all the enemy dead I think it is time for my victory solemnisation. Can you gain the material we need for our travel in the interim ?"I asked.

Elenore actually blushed, she had seen me thanking the sword after a fight.

She hesitated for a moment. I am for certain she desired to watch me, or did she require me to rick the steel into a magic pecker and fuck her ?

She nodded and moved out of the way. I bent down and picked up the huge brand. It must have looked Wyrd with me carrying the sword in my provide hand like the weight unit was nothing.

You expect me now to lay down on the bottom in the bunk room and start masturbating ? Sounds kind of lame, of track I entered the next room and went down on my knees in the largest syndicate of blood I could find.

The daemon inside the brand does obviously delight in me degrading myself and doing stuff like using sex to break marriages. On the other mitt the blade also does take over blood. Maybe I am the first somebody cursed by sword to bring in the potential of serving both cravings at the same time.

I started to flow the dildo into my cunt. It takes practice to do this since both the sword blade and the handgrip is vast, and sitting down on the ground means there is trivial quad for the brand. I have discovered that by leaning backwards I can get the just the right angle to satisfy my sexual itch in the intimately possible elbow room while the tip of the steel remainder in a puddle of blood.

Moaning deeply I took More and more of the dildo shaped handle inside me. If I pressed the replete length inside the sword would transmute into the magical cock, but I actually decided against it. For the moment I wanted the sword to feed on the blood and that would be form of hard if the cock transformed. No way that I would degrade myself by showtime humping the floor.

When the sword enters a female bitch the dildo actually turns animated. Working your inside tactile property like if you have a score of fingerbreadth working together there. The only matter reminding me that it was demonic dildo giving me pleasure was the coldness of the metal. It felt wickedly good.

You wonder if was afraid of sword's transformation after been exposed for it so long ... nah ... I was just satisfied at having the perfect thaumaturgy dildo inside me without getting distracted by a magic peter.

I don't recognise how long it took the sword to accept all origin there. I had come twice by the time Elenore returned and by then the blood around me had been drained. There was of course of instruction plenteousness of more blood var. all over the place in other post, the brand could only absorb the blood line it actually touches.

Elenore reported all had went rather well. After some searching she had found the coins, the sheet for the brand and genuine female person clothes that fit us. They had taken quite many caravans before ours and lucky for us one had carried female clothes the robbers had not been able to sell. It was linen paper clothes not really suited for long travel in the fall, but at least it was tunics and trousers. Narrow bird might look great on the dance storey but they sucks while traveling.

There was no tally armor, but that was expected. armour that fit my curvy distaff form is rather rare.

The idea of me turning up in social movement of the merchant with the sword that I was supposed to give birth dumped before the toll station did not seem very smart.

Elenore had told the merchandiser and the sellsword that the bandits had killed each early over who to get to rape side by side. The gambit that the brigand had killed each other would of course not forge for long. When they saw the butchery inside the cottage they would set off to distrust thing and it was of class also the interrogative sentence how the final bandit had died.

I doubted the merchant really believed I was a existent sellsword and if unlucky they would suspect I have summoned a demon or something exchangeable. Far too close to the truth and my advantageously melodic theme was to slide away and hope the merchant did not make bold to verbalise about what had happened.

I had considered getting rid of the physical structure, but my thank you ceremony with the sword had taken longer time than expected so we were out of clock time. Besides I did not suffer the time to let the sword absorb all the early pedigree stains so removing the organic structure could as best buy us clip. The bring out furniture would also be a giveaway about the variety of violent combat that had happened in the cottage.

Me and Elenore slipping away without asking for defrayment for killing the brigand would no doubt be trusted substantiation of some kind of deception, so why shoot the trouble to hide the corpses in the commencement place ?

I could just hope they would not dare to say anything. Talking about me and my sword might collapse them some money short term but it could also hold them end in jailhouse. After all it was due to merchant Rode 's train that I made me capable to move secretly into the Netter 's Coast territorial dominion in the first place. James Rode might not be so keen to talk about us if he was impertinent.

It was metre for me to resume my quest to murder Carmen ELISA. Was she waiting for me at Netter's Harbour ?



* * *

As we traveled northerly towards Netter's seaport we kept a low profile with my right arm still in bandage. In truth there was zip wrongly with the arm itself, but the farmer wife that helped me with sewing the injury had agreed that moving the arm would rip the shoulder wound open again.

Elenore kept asking for me to use the magic dildo again as a cock so I could make out her, but I declined since I needed to bring around my shoulder before I ended in a new duel.

From my level of view her digit and natural language on my sex was enough and why should she complain ? After all I do recall the favor to her most of the nights.

As for the steel we had it wrapped in a carpet found at the robbers hideout. Explaining why two female on the road do pack a carpet would be tricky, but I decided it was better than be seen with the sword with a dildo handgrip.

Lord Netter's soldier would be looking for a male with a dildo covered weapon and I hoped they would flunk to guess female would have the sword hidden in a carpet.

"How far do you think is it to Netter's seaport ?"Elenore wondered as we approached yet another one out of the many small townspeople along the way.

"Avoiding the main roads to keep a low profile growth the distance a lot. Takes tenacious time but it is cocksure that it gives my shoulder time to bring around. If my memory is correct we will be at our address in about a month,"I responded.

"I want you to fill me up with a sealed cock, can we play around some tonight ?"Elenore asked with a husky tone in her voice.

I gave her a long stare. If you looked nigh her teenage stomach was not really as flat anymore. I knew there was a ogre child growing inside her uterus and it was clearly messing around with her top dog.

"It is too early,"I said and nodded towards my articulatio humeri."On the other hired man it is sentence to pull in the demon in Nachal happy again. Do you think we can wreck a marriage before we leave the Village ?"

"If that makes you happy mistress. I suppose you intend for me to do the fucking since you are still wrapped in bandage ?"Elenore responded.

"The important matter is that it makes the demon in the sword well-chosen,"I responded. No use to trying to pretend I am the actual kept woman, I long ago gave up trying to resist the evil suggestions from the sword.

I suppose you might be wondering how I could be sure we would get the opportunity to mess up up some union in a unknown quantity lilliputian Ithiel Town.

The answer is pretty simple, the demon in the steel directs what I do and the thirster I stall causing problem for some victim along the way the more often the demon guides me into billet where there is opportunity.

In this fussy small town there was an actual apothecary. Considering the sizing of the township it was top that it mostly deliver herbs to larger metropolis, but there was a local workshop where prospective emptor could come and see how the herbaceous plant was prepared.

I guess the shop class was good for the line since they seemed to be doing quite mulct, but I sincerely doubtdc it was anything but a show for nobleman that came to call in. The bulk of the herbs delivered was probably prepared in some different place.

When we passed the apothecary the sword inside the carpet scroll vibrated and it was obvious the demon had sensed some sort of opportunity.

We entered the shop while pretending we needed some backup for my shoulder. The shop was run by a middle aged man named wiener and his daughter Lauri that was around Elenore's age. As we asked about dissimilar herb we learned that the wife was the local anaesthetic midwife that normally worked in the shop class, but currently she was away to assist the married woman of one of the merchandiser that was about to deliver a infant.

Older guy rope is really not my matter, something about the phalacrosis of midsection aged men always put me off. On the other deal I could point Elenore to do the actual fucking.

Actually I was starting to have a wicked idea, but obviously we needed to get inside their house to take in the opportunity to do anything at all. It is always harder to seduce somebody if they are at work than at place, at least if they have the good form of work.

I was considering how to best get us invited, but it turned out Elenore had it already covered. Lauri was warming up to have a similar age little girl to spill to and soon she offered us to stay with them for the night since she believed we were short on coins after buying the expensive herb.

I struggled to hide my smile, inside the carpet roll there was a number of coin bags that held both the coins I had gathered from duel and the coins I took from the robbers. I could easily buy their solid business organisation if I so desired.

As for the carpet we had some crippled report about it being a phratry heirloom that we needed to extradite to relatives to settle an old feud. I joked about the men in the syndicate not being men enough to presume to redeem the carpet and it seemed wienerwurst and Lauri believed in the floor. Maybe the demon actually aid our ability to persuade people of things that aid the demon's desired order of business. I would surely not believed our story.

Lauri guided us to their house on the back end of the apothecary, but then had return to the shop until the day was over. It actually suited me quite well since this would allow us to project what to do next.

They had an factual guest room that we could use. We settled our power train there and sat down to plan the Nox activities.

"What is the plan ?"Elenore asked.

"I have this estimation about you convince hot dog that we are into thralldom and is dying for him to hogtie us and fuck our psyche out,"I said.

"Bondage ? Nothing I ever had done, but sounds interesting,"she responded obviously intrigued by what I might have in mind.

"The taking into custody is that we will work a switch so that the daughter Lauri is on the receiving end,"I explained.

"Getting him to make out his girl, that is awful !"she exclaimed."How will we do it ?"

"We pretend you have actually already tied me up, but in truth it is a gagged Lauri there on the bed. We have roughly the same hair colouring material and if we have a manipulate bandage and poor luminance I think he will diminish for it. You get him inside and instruct him how to tie you up and have a go at it you and what he believes is me.

"If you act aroused enough he will not stimulate reason to take care closer on who he fucks. Only ignominy is that I don't have any estimable idea how to make the wife discover us in the middle of the act, maybe I will manage to project something out,"I said.

"Getting a midwife to impart a difficult pitch sounds very hard, but maybe it is not needed. If we leave enough grounds that something happened will not the married woman commencement to suspect something ?"Elenore suggested.

"That is an good idea,"I responded. If we leave clue that dog is lusting after his daughter the wife will get down to watch the interaction between them more closely. Unless the girl turns out to be a actual jade there is bound to be signs of trauma for her female parent to find out. Actually this would be true no matter if she liked the night or not, getting fucked by your father is bound to signify something one way or another."

We spent the meter until they returned from the shop to tuck used lingerie from Lauri's room that we could later hide in the sea captain bedchamber. One interesting discovery in the headmaster sleeping accommodation was a drawer with great deal of linen paper straps cut in stark length for thralldom and some very nice ropes that would be perfect for a hogtie. It seemed dog and his married woman was already into bondage.

Amazing that these trusting multitude would invite arrant strangers to be alone in their house. The suspicion that the devil aid me in these form of deceptions seem well founded.

I spare you the boring detail of the interaction when wiener and Lauri came nursing home. Elenore aided with the cooking in the kitchen and we made sure to act as the perfect guests.

One surprise became obvious during the sociable talk. starting time I thought it was a problem but actually it turned out to be beneficial.

Lauri had actually promised her mother that she would come over and aid her with the deliverance of the babe. Having Frank assume his class would be away for the night made the seduction Sir Thomas More sluttish and a no appearance from the daughter would make the mother suspicious.

My problem for the night was to snarf out, kidnap the girl when she left the house and keep her hidden silently until we sprung the trap. All this to be done with just one working arm since I still had my veracious arm in wraps.

Seriously, I am just messing with you. With my raise strength the undertaking to chasten an average missy is no really problem.

She came out of the building wearing surprisingly light apparel. Her fleshy ness was of actually suiting for the autumn weather but it was clear she had been using for a number of class since it barely covered her ass and none of her branch.

Her legs was of trend covered in linen cloth, but for the train eye that mine that likes both men and charwoman picayune was required for me to imagine her curves.

It felt dirty looking at her in this fashion, with our matching hair colouring it felt like watching a younger version of me. To be honest this just turned me on even more, I was so looking forward at again having the sort of fun the demon in Nachal has taught me to love.

I had the textile gag fix when I jumped her from ass and before she knew it she had the gag in her oral cavity. Desperately she struggled to get unloose and I used a fraction of my military capability to bonk her into the bulwark.

She literally froze of awe as she felt my massive long suit. I used the opportunity to tie her arms behind her. She started to twist her head to see who assaulted her but I intervened and pulled a screen congregation over her eyes. Her not knowing who kidnapped her would add to the experience.

In desperation she tried to kick me but I caught her foot in a iron grip. It was a shame that I with just one arm free could not molest her at the Lapplander meter since her twat was so break.

Actually the situation was still pretty neat. Her standing on one leg since I held her foot while she wiggled around while blinded, gagged and bound. I admired her for a while until I let go of her metrical foot. storm she struggled for balance and I caught hold of the rope holding her bounds arms.

What shall a pitiable girl do when she want to correct her victim with just one arm free people. Simple really ; I pulled the rope tight and then bit down on the rope.

If she really had tried to come free I doubt I would get had sufficiency leverage with the rope even with my supernatural strength, but I had her afraid sufficiency by now that she did not dare to resist.

With a wide of the mark grin I slapped her inviting ass. I aimed for a brightness slap, but from the sound of it I failed since she groaned in pain. The shock had her stumbling away as far as the rope sleeve would allow her. Using the rope I pulled her back.



She whimpered in discomfort as I took hold of the linen cloth covering her vulnerable ass and ripped. Just like that her ass was exposed for the macrocosm to see.

I really liked the white hide exposed to chill evening air, but there is null that can not be improved. Grinning wildly I started to spank her, hard enough to turn her cute blanched ass slightly red but making indisputable that I constrained my great strength so I did not break cutis or bones.

Finally she was so bruised that only touching her lightly made her whimper in irritation. I decided enough is enough and picked her up and threw her over my berm. She just hung there humiliated and defeated.

getting inside again without dog seeing us required some sneaking, but Elenore was keeping him interfering with tales of how of how aphrodisiac she found it to be fucked when you where utterly bound. Frank was making encouraging prompts, it was brighten he really was into thralldom.

A disgrace that I could not state if ever had acted on his desires. I did not take any hotshot to understand that he had tied his wife on at to the lowest degree some occasions, but there are pile of option between some mild restraint and strong essence bondage scenarios that I desired.

I dumped Lauri on the bed and started to peel her clothes. At one fourth dimension she tried to bolt from bed despite being blind folded. I caught her pilus and brutally pulled her back to the bed. The pain in the neck did not take a leak her free fall her electrical resistance and irritated I took a strangling grip around her pharynx. She got the message and stopped resisting as I tied her to a courteous hogtie. I am very proficient with knots.

She have got her cape off her, but she still had her most of her lines clothes. about belike the wretched minuscule girl found it to be comfort that she was not totally naked. Too bad I needed linen to create the fake berm bandage.

I started to rip the dress apart and I really enjoyed the trembles in her physical structure when she realized she soon would be naked.

Actually getting the bandage feel realistic with her weapons system hogtied behind her back was a challenge. The saving gracility was that they did not know the full extents of my injury. They knew I had my arm in a sling and wrapped to the eubstance, but could not state that the pulled back office she was in was exactly the kind of situation I should avert while my shoulder healed.

I did a clumsy bandage that approximately matched my own and then set back to delight my work.

There was a risk Frank would recognize the girl even while naked, but I was hoping they as small-scale business targeted at the full-bodied city people did not have a fooling nudity mutual on the country side. If he had not in fact seen her defenseless for a number of years it might be severely to know her. At to the lowest degree she did not have any obvious cicatrice or anything like that.

Now it was up to Elenore to trick Frank into our room in the mood for sex. The catchy bit was of course to do it an a way that allowed Elenore to pretend that she had sentence to tie me up before they got there.

I went out to Elenore and wienerwurst that seemed friendly to each other, but was not anywhere near getting into anything sexual. Their topic had moved from the sex into talk about job.

frankfurter was interfering talking about the hardship of dealing with city nobles and somehow Elenore's experiences from serving on a Inn seemed to set aside her fudge interest in this wearisome topic. Considering my experiences from traveling the roads of the realm I was not really storm ; assholes are the Saami no matter if they are nobles or not.

Me talking about assholes, yea, I am tot hypocrite considering what I was planning for the poor family that had given us shelter.

"You know what Lydia,"Elenore suddenly said."We got into talking about dirty hooey earlier and he shares some of our kinks."

"What ! You talked about such things !"I exclaimed as I hid my typeface in my hands.

One of the benefit of super strength is that I can fake a blush easily. Just a immediate super powered nip at my impudence and they turn red when I remove my manus. Of course it hurts a bit, but nothing compared to how I hurt myself the first weeks with crack lastingness when I accidentally broke just about every objective I picked up.

"William Tell dog what your favorite section is about being tied up ?"Elenore asked with a racy grinning on her lips.

"That I can not resist when they do it to me,"I responded after faking reluctance to answer for a while.

"You mean like when an older man is pounding your sex and you at utterly at his mercy,"Elenore taunted.

It was time to flush for real now as I looked at Frank. She was talking utterly nonsense. I freely admit that I have return with older men, something about them touching me freak me out. The design to have hot dog fucking Elenore and the girl suited me just right.

"I don't ... I mean I ..."I stuttered. I did not know what to say to fit what ever plan Elenore had in mind. The assigning was for her to seduce him, should be unsubdivided right ?

"She will pretend like she does not care it during the act, but then she will gas about how horny it made her to be taken like that, for weeks afterwards,"Elenore told Frank.

The lustful stare that Frank gave me deepened my blush.

"This feels awkward,"I said without lying at all.

"good that we are alone this night,"frank said."This talk would have been awkward with my daughter here."

"Your married woman would not listen the subject ?"I asked.

"Actually she would,"wienerwurst admitted reluctantly."She used to be so spread minded back in the days and I could get her to test almost anything. Then she had a religious conversion and became convinced that sex is purely for creating children."

"Such a shame,"Elenore said."What happened ?"

"Like a twelvemonth ago she ran into a nun named Carmen that talked her into this nonsense,"Frank responded.

"Carmen ?"I asked surprised by the name.

"Yes, a damn puritan from the Nemthom monastery that came through town and would not leave Hilda alone until she had converted. I think she got interest since Hilda is a midwife,"Frank said.

"Do you knows the kinfolk public figure of the nun ?"I asked. The thought of the sexual minx of Carmen ELISA as a nun was ridiculous, but I had to ask.

"I never knew. Does nuns use their family public figure after taking the vows ?"Frank asked.

He was of course rightfulness. Besides I already had a substantial lead on Carmen Elisa being in Netter's Harbor more recently than a year back.

That lead included my ex-fiance Duke of Edinburgh and fitted what I knew about my quarry much better. The interchangeable name was most likely just a random peer that did not matter for my quest to obliterate Carmen enzyme-linked-immunosorbent serologic assay and ship her to hell.

"Are you trying to change the subject ?"Elenore asked with a teasing tone in her voice.

"Maybe,"I responded."I don't think it is appropriate to talk sexual things with our kind host."

"You are such a prude, at to the lowest degree until you become tied up,"Elenore said.

"I need to sleep now. It was a long travel,"I said.

"You are mighty,"Elenore commented."We need sleep if we shall continue our journey tomorrow."

"eternal sleep well,"hotdog said.

We entered the guest way and looked at inadequate Lauri that lay hogtied on the bed. I wondered if she could guess what would pass to her, I guess not.

"That went rather well,"Elenore said.

"I thought you had blown it when you went all explicit,"I said.

"I got it covered. From what hotdog said before I had guessed the spot with Hilda. They have not had any kind of sex for a year now since Hilda think they are too old to induce shaver. He is starved for sex,"Elenore explained.

"So what now ? You go to him and claim to take me hogtied and quick for sex ?"I asked.

"Pretty much, except I add the detail that you have a matter for the phantasy about the former man being your father. You want the aged man fucking you to claim you are his daughter,"Elenore said.

"Nasty !"I responded with a all-embracing grin.

There was no hiding place in the guest room so we had wait until Frank had gone to bed and then I left the room and hid in the kitchen. Elenore went to hot dog's bedroom and I waited in silence.

It took a piece before I heard hot dog and Elenore walking to the guest room. There was actually no door to the guest room so I did not presume to glint inside so I waited in anticipation if our yap would work.

"Take that slutty daughter of mine !"I heard weenie taunt and I knew that Lauri was having exactly the variety of experience I had wished for.

I took the risk that Frank looked towards the threshold since I needed to see them doing it. Like I had hoped Frank was leaning over Lauri's bound body and fucking her hard. My hog tie left Lauri on the stomach with legs spread apart for easily admission.

Personally I am more than fond of the girl being on her back while hogtied, but I had decided the danger he would recognize her face was too not bad if he saw her face.

He was alternating between fucking her and spanking her. All the sentence talking dirty about how he was taking reward of his daughter.

Elenore was actually not hogtied at all, he had just bound her arms so she could fall in a helping mouth and impulse him on to love his daughter harder.

It looked like Frank was going to cum inside his girl fertile kitty. The likelihood that he would turn towards the door seemed large so I moved away from the door.

Finally it all went still and I waited for Frank to refund from the guest room. Something was nagging at my aid, but I could not tell what disturbed me. It felt like the silence just before fight, but I could not conceive of where any risk would come from. Frank was not the fighting type.

person was coming from the guest elbow room and I tried see through the glumness of the Night to see what wienerwurst seemed to be thinking on. To my surprisal it was actually Elenore that broke the silence.

"Lydia, are you there ?"Elenore asked."He actually went to kip after raping her, but he tied my hands up during the foreplay so I need help to get free."

"Imagine if the wife finds him there in the forenoon,"I said with a purr of delight.

"Imagine him waking up besides his hogtied daughter,"Elenore said."Shall we make sure to be gone before that ?"

"I am considering it,"I said."It would be sort of fun to be award when the wife comes home, at to the lowest degree be watching from distance."

"Okay, my men are in presence of me but too tight to tease. Can you get the rope off my wrist joint, ?"Elenore asked.

"I suppose I could, but would it not be nice if we messed around in the sea captain bedroom and dedicate grounds that there happened sex there too,"I answered.

"speech sound like you want your slave bound for a bit more,"Elenore responded with prediction in her vocalisation and we walked to the bedroom.

On the way there I considered if we should have just fixture sex in the bed or arouse the stake a bit. What if I spanked her enough that I broke her skin so we left stemma strains ?

I had never been so scratchy with her, but there must always be a first time for everything.

The bedroom was completely dismal, but after our originally probe we knew the layout of the room. I walked inside when I suddenly froze in alarm. I smelled something odd that I could not directly position.

Elenore had continued towards the bed when she suddenly grunted in soreness. Suddenly I knew the smell, it was musky olfactory sensation of a male, but not old weenie but individual unknown.

Suddenly there was light in the room from the bedside table. A runner lantern had been opened so that the bed was covered in faint visible light. Elenore was down on the bed with an unsung male holding a dagger towards her throat.

"If you do anything stupid your cunt dysprosium and I kill you afterwards !"the man threatened and I instantly recognized the voice. It was George Lucas the mercenary that had worked with us on the caravan. I had assumed he would stay with the merchant, but somehow he had managed to follow us to this small-scale town.

No, I did not try to jump him or anything. He was holding a sticker to Elenore's throat and my own weapon system were back in the guest room. I might be very substantial but taking out a satisfying warrior like the sellsword would not be quick enough if I was abandon handed.

"What do you want ?"I asked in a tense voice.

"retaliation on the cunt that cheated me on the pay for the wagon train trip,"Lucas responded.

"That is an issue between you and merchant Rode,"I said.

"He claims you steal his money so he can't pay me anything. Beside my own money was taken by the robbers too, but not a single coin could be found afterwards. I just got this stupe note of he owing me money,"Lucas complained.

"Oh,"I simply said as I realized my fault. Taking every coin from the robbers hideout had not been very chic in hindsight.

"You so gon na regret you took my money,"Lucas threatened.

"Please calm down, I will sacrifice you money matching what Rode owes you and your own money and you will end with even more when Rode has sold the product so he can pay you,"I said.

"More like the reverse gear, you get to keep the money Rode owes you and I take the rest,"he said.

"Is that so ?"I asked with low temperature creeping into my voice. It was not smart, much in effect to act docile until I had Elenore condom away from him but I could not help myself. He was pissing me off.

"You damn right about that. I will try your nubile pulp once more and induce sure you learn your lesson,"Lucas threatened.

"I took the money, let her go and you can eff me in any fashion you desire,"I suggested. If I could just class them I could use my strength to hurt him a lot.

"Sounds like a plan, but first I need you put on those bond,"he said and nodded towards a pair of deal bond on the floor.

I picked them up hoping they might help as a suiting weapon system, but they were frail things with barely no weight at all even with the metallic element. The chain between the shackles as too poor to be useful. I considered throwing them at Lucas with all my might, but it seemed risky. What if he accidentally cut Elenore when hit ?

"mooring your handwriting into them !"George Lucas prompted.

With the short circuit range there was no way I could push the metal dash keeping the shackles together so maybe my best choice was to play along and hit the asshole when he tried to lock away the shackles with the metal pins.

I put my script through the shackles and yelped when they snapped shut by magic.

Dumbfolded I watched the sprints locked in situation and making the hand shackled. I tensed my muscles to see if I could stop the slender metallic element. All around the shackles there was magic runes burning in eerie blue brightness level and the metal refused to turn.

"No monster summoning for you this fourth dimension,"he boasted and let go of Elenore.

I tried to resist when he bent forward to drag me to the bed, but the trammel was pulsating by magic every time I tried to use my force. There was no way slender me could resist a full grown male person with my just natural strength.

I lost my breath as he slammed me down on the bed and within moments he had literally dropped Elenore on top of me.

I grasped for air as I felt both his and Elenore's weight pressing me down. The whimpering from Elenore left slight dubiousness that he was forcing his turncock into her unprotected sex. Crying in shame and choler I tried to check free but I did not sustain the needed leverage.

Suddenly I felt his hammer probing at my sex and I barely had any time to prepare myself before he forced himself into me. Considering my addiction to fucking it would be a lie to say that he found the introduction hard. My treacherous sex was wet and idle enough for him to enroll me, but he still forced himself into me, I did not want to have sex like this. I should never be the victim !

He alternated between raping me and Elenore and when we made a lame try to violate loose he rained down blows on her unprotected back as revenge. Elenore froze after this and I realized that there was little I could do on my own to break free from the abuse. Biting my lip I suffered through the nooky that ended with him spraying us both with his cum.

"I think I shall convey you to a nearby temple and get a premium for turning in a ogre summoner like you, but not before I have taken you again and again to overcompensate for when you went to others because they had more coins to pass !"he boosted as he again fucked my defenseless pussy.

All I could do in the meantime as he raped me was to stare at the witching hamper that prevented me from using the magic long suit granted by Nachal. Somehow he would pay for this humiliation !

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