Carmen Elisa demand to Die

Chapter 3/5

'' Amazing, her turncock is still severely, '' an nameless male vox said.

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

Below me I had Elenore, the lady friend that have served as my handmaid for the last dyad of hebdomad. That was before bandits captured us and made us their sex slaves.

Never before in my lifespan have I been so totally tucker. The magic trick sword transforms not only into a dildo inside me but also a magical hammer that replace my pussy.

My thaumaturgy hammer was inside her, but I was unsure 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 mete of going unconscious and struggled to focalise with little success. Elenore 's fingers that touched me so sensually was the sole matter that allowed me to stay awake. Basically I have not sleept since the blade was transformed into a dildo inside pussy.

Her right manus fondled my left nipple while her left hand was gripping the foundation of my turncock. Her hired hand urged me to thrust into her and I drove more of the cock into her. Of form there is no way she could accept the wax cock into her midget sex.

Funny enough when the dildo grip of the magic trick sword is pushed into your sex the magic aid the attempt so you can get it deep and deeper insider until it the sword transform to the current material body of a magic cock.

The reversal happens when you afterwards use the putz on other female person. The wizardly leave no relief at all but the mortal penetrated feels every inch of cock entering them.

Elenore groaned in sexual fervour despite how the unnaturally prominent putz 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 conjuring trick tool projection a compulsion for females to jazz it, maybe that have increased her level of crave enough to enjoy even this embarrassing sex show for the kidnappers benefit.

'' This is boring, ride her instead ! '' another Male voice commanded.

'' Yes, passkey, '' Elenore responded, her words frail and frightened.

I understood her fear. My memories were hazy after we were kidnapped, but the punishment from the whip were an iterate event. A number of fourth dimension they have let me try to catch quietus only to hit me with the party whip when I turned drowsy. It beats me why they torment me in such a way, maybe it is just fascination about my abnormal putz never going balmy no matter how much they force me to use it.

From the journey to bandits hideout I only recalled anguish and lots of sexual insult when we were allowed a break from stumbling along pulled by the chemical chain. When we arrived to the brigand hideout they seemed to want to increase the degree of maltreatment a lot. I was not certainly if I could use up it anymore.

Elenore pushed me on my dorsum. I wished I would be able-bodied to object and attack our tormentors, but honestly I was too exhausted to stand firm at all. The unsmooth wooden floor did not finger nice, but all I managed to do as Elenore directed my turncock into her sex yet again was to look around.

The crew watching me and Elenore were a number of males that seemed to dig watching the woman junky with a peter, that is me, having sex with the nubile teen.

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

"smack her Thomas More !"a voice commanded and she hit my cheek with open bridge player again and again as she kept riding my cock. I jerked from each hit, but my current reflexes were too slow to block her strikes.

This was all wrong, I should never be a victim !

As a nobleman 's daughter, I have never before been abused. Being granted super strength from the demon in the cursed sword have made sure I have stayed in guardianship when traveling the roadstead searching for my enemy Carmen enzyme-linked-immunosorbent serologic assay.

Unfortunately the deception sword is currently of little avail due to the transmutation. By now the aeonian sexual input is vestal torturing, I can not cope with the ageless lust forced on my body and I feel so weak and exhausted.

Actually the truth might be that my A-one strength granted by the steel birth failed me. Maybe the evil sword has removed its satanic blessing when I did not act according to the regard of the fiend inside the sword.

If this is the sheath it seems horribly unjust, only in the beginning did I try to detain true up to the morals of my uprising. The last two class have been a long trail of me fucking and abusing anyone the cuss sword directs into my path.

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

"Strangle her !"a manlike voice ordered.

I barely reacted as Elenore 's hands gripped my throat and squeezed. My artificial shaft delivered its warhead into Elenore, but like ever the tinker's dam cock stayed hard so Elenore had no reason to give up and keep riding me. The intimate bliss from sex after the climax combined with the lack of air were too much, I felt my conscious slip.

* * *

I was lying on the quoin of a bed as I came around. Fingers took hold of my stage and brutally forced them apart. It was not like the effort was needed. I was too exhausted to dissent, or even to move at all. This unenrgetic feeling caused by the magic felt truly humiliating.

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

'' I gon na eff your ass so voiceless that your cock loosens you damn freak, '' he threatened.

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

I was too lethargic to do anything as he started to campaign his cock into my ass. It was simply too often as he invaded my ass. He was too large !

I could not take his cock up my ass. Weekly I tried to crawl away but he dragged me back and renewed the effort to force himself into me. It was immense and I was not any near set !

I imagined myself more breathe, ready to root for the magic dildo out of my pussycat and metamorphose it back into a magic steel. What a shiver it would be to use the steel to pack revenge. To bad I did not cause the DOE to do anything besides letting him abuse me. I trembled as his hard tool forced itself deeper into me.

The pain from his introduction had faded as he was busy thrusting into me. He drilled my ass with a steady pace, the discomfort was now more like a pain in the neck. I might have enjoyed the sensation more if it had been less rape form of sex.

Had he already cummed inside my ass ?

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

* * *

When I woke the perpetual sexual torment of the animate dildo was gone.

The room was very tacit. I opened my eyes expecting to be alone, and found that I was right in a mode. In front line of me was the corpse of the male person pig who had raped my ass.

It took me some moments to assort out what I was seeing. The remains was literally impaled by my cursed steel and nailed to the roof of the way.

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

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

It must had been a gruesome end ; there was fairly many bloodstains over me even though the sword usually swallow all blood touching its surface.

The obvious interrogative now : had my exceedingly raw strength returned now when I was rested ? What if my humiliation had been so stark that I had lost favour with the the devil in the sword ?

I took clasp of the sword and pushed it upwards. I needed more infinite to be able to take the handle out of me comfortably. Currently the steel had me pinned towards the bed. To my delight it took almost no effort to push the sword deeper into the ceiling.

The super strength granted by the sword was still there, if anything I felt strong than before. Maybe that was just my vision after feeling watery and vulnerable for so long. Was it sidereal day or week since I had been captured ?

Finally I could pull myself free people 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 affair to take the remains impaled on the sword sword. I spare you the mussy details.

I discarded the consistence in the recess of the elbow room and then looked for anything to wear. There were apparel dropped by the dead robber, but with him a full foot longer than me it was clear they would not fit. The Saame applied to the leather armor that lay discarded on the floor.

Possible I could cut the arm guards and leg guards so they could fit on my shorter implements of war and branch, but it was not hardened leather so they would offer very limited protection.

Why people bother with soft leather armor is a mystery to me. I suppose it looks cool.

My cursed sword have a number of times before destroyed my armor and clothes as punishment when I had not acted enough like a wanton slut. What if I now go into battle au naturel voluntary, that should count for something, right ?

The location seemed to be some kind of wooden hostel.

I encountered two brigand in the next room. I beheaded the low with a mighty golf shot of my weapon as he stood dense fooled and stared at my blood covered nakedness.

The early brigand tried to dodge away as he was screaming for aid. It was actually a rather clever move, placing himself on the other side of the table to get out of my reach.

Let me insure you that I was not very impressed. I caught the table in a mighty swinging that lifted it from the floor and slammed both table and his trunk into the wall.

I am not certainly about how a great deal scathe he suffered, but the sturdy oak mesa broke in two share so the damage to him was obviously monumental.

He did not come up again. Myself I had to pore on more brigand arriving. Stupid people die quickly around me, and let me guarantee you that people are stupid if they think it is a good idea to charge me with just daggers and shortswords. They had no armor that could deflect my sword so it was just a topic of using my great durability to chop them to bits.

Unfortunately pudden-head mass are not always the Lapp as without talent with weapons. The fourth bandit had both a throwing dagger and shortsword and the cast off sticker hit my right arm as I cut the third gear bandit down.

I felt the sting from the sticker penetrating my material body even through the battle frenzy. It was a very bad sign ; normally you just see your injury after the fighting since Adrenalin means you are too busy fighting to notice until afterwards.

The wound was really bad and the botheration was enough to urinate my digit start to go benumb. I did the outflank I could of the situation and faked that I lacked the persuasiveness to give the brand with just my left hand.

In truth I was actually sort of exposing myself in that position, the sword tip leaning on the trading floor meant that it was too far away to block incoming fuddle weapons. In subject the bandit had another throwing dagger hidden he had an curtain raising. On the other hand fainting from blood loss in the middle of fight would be emit spoilt. I needed to cease this exchange of leaf blade within moments.

Lucky for me he did not have another obelisk, but instead charged towards me with his short brand raised. I launched my great sword in a massive left script swing that took the bandit with total surprise. He had his short circuit sword in post to sweep my sword aside, but was not make to actually kibosh something comparable to a man 's two handed swing.

My blade slammed his brand aside and cut into his torso. It was a very deeply cut and he ended coughing rake on the floor. It was clear 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 control condition of the blow catamenia from the combat injury on my right arm. The injury hurt like netherworld.

Did the magic trick strength from the demon sword aid against harm also ? In trueness I did not know, I had never suffered any sober legal injury before I picked up the sword. On the other hand the nuisance now almost made me conk so I guess I hurt in the same way as everybody else.

I cut some textile from the clothes of one of the dying bandits and applied a tourniquet to my arm with the aid of wood splinter on the level.

I know, a tourniquet is really not the best solution to an injury, but I could not see many choice at the moment. I could only do it with my left hand and if there were more brigand around I would ask my exit arm free to fight back so some variety of more bandage kept together by my script was not an viable option.



This thought reminded me of the dubiousness about how many bandits there was. During the raid 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 form no warrantee all brigand living here had been gift when they took the caravan.

All the brigand present in this elbow room were drained 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 have sex

Anyway there was two unsung room access from the room going to former parts of the cottage, and the door outside. One of the doors was not totally unknown to me since there was a bunk room there were they had forced me to have lots of sex when we arrived to the cottage. Of course from my old delirious commonwealth I remembered little from there More than the sex.

The two later bandits had come through the cobbler's last unknown door that was slightly ajar. I decided to move towards this doorway, anyone left in the bunk elbow room would have heard the fight and joined the battle.

Carefully I approached the threshold with my blade ready.

I opened the door silently, not that the muteness mattered much. Anyone nowadays in the building must consume heard all the screaming from the savage fight.

Inside there was some kind of large store room for loot, I recognized a few of the crateful as coming from the van that I and Elenore had guarded before we were captured.

Normally I would just discount a store room. As a noble lady I had seldom had reasons to visit such rooms. In this instance when I was looking for some kind of cell for prisoners. I vaguely recalled spending some unforesightful time in a cell when I arrived to the cottage. Most of the time I been in bedchamber of the robbers. The computer storage room seemed likely to hold a prison electric cell, but the cells I vaguely recalled could be in another building considering how lost to the environment I had been.

I entered the room and moved past the put together crate and piece of land. From the smell on it Epistle of James Rode 's train was not the first to fall fair game to these robbers. It was remarkable that there could be a active stria of robbers so close to the toll post in the wad whirl.

Actually I was foggy about how far down the mountain this wooden cottage den was located. It had felt like ages when they had escorted us here as prisoners with many closure, but that could easily be a combination of me being distracted by the magic trick dildo and the bandit being unfamiliar with the pack animal so that the locomotion took time.

The next door opened into some kind of corridor with three doors along the result side. It looked very prognosticate, could this be the prison electric cell ?

I moved forward towards the first door, when suddenly the second 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 wagon train.

Ted was the Whitney Moore Young Jr. sellsword that had been so loath to do actual guard responsibility during the head trip. Only the chance to have 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 almost of his coins. Afterwards he had tried to get Elenore and me cheaply, but the older guys had constantly outbid him.

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

Did I buy his act ? Well, him walking around the robbers headquarters without any constraints was a pretty near sign of clog up play.

Why would the robbers take Ted as prisoner and then decide he was trusted to prompt around freely ? Seems pretty unlikely if you ask me. On the other hired man I could imagine the bandits attacking the caravan when he was on guard responsibility and faking he was a prisoner to not bollocks up his cover until they were safely away from the toll post. Sounded much more plausible.

In verity I felt pretty dumb from not suspecting something earlier. The way he tried to convince the ease of us to not do actual safety duty in Leonard 's Pass ; very suspicious in hindsight.

"Have you been injured ?"he asked with what sounded like genuine fear in his voice.

"Yes, pretty badly. I had to use a tourniquet to turn back the bleeding,"I answered as I tried to decide what to do. He did not have any visible weapon ready so this seemed like a good clock time to attack, but getting data from him first seemed more important than an easy kill.

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

How much did I really manage about Elenore ? hood motion, until recently I would have said I did not hold any compassion left in me.

Maybe it was more about willpower, getting to catch some Z's with her stroking my private parts and serving all my want as literal sex hard worker had been awesome. Ted and the early brigand stealing my little love slave ; totally not acceptable. The persuasion made me furious.

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

"Lucas and the merchant are tied up in prison cadre locate at the b, I think the bandits intend to bring them to some remote control role of the mountain and kill them when they have questioned the merchant decent. Elenore they intend to prevent as a sex slave, she is somewhere inside the building. I do n't experience what they had planned for you,"Ted answered.

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

"No, not at the mo. I convinced the bandits that I wanted to join them. It was the only way I could conceive of to help oneself you two and escape getting killed. Unfortunately I have not learned enough about how they run this blank space or their schedule, they do n't commit me fully yet,"Ted answered.

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

My question was answered within second when he used my lack of attention to tackle me unvoiced. He aimed his elbow towards the tourniquet on my arm and the pain was so extended that I barely managed to observe conscious. All I knew was that the nuisance had made me drop the steel and I was down on the floor. The treacherous sellsword had me pinned down with his weight pushing me down.

Did he really intend to ravish me into submission ? It seemed like that was his intention. I understood from his movement he was fussy fumbling with the knot that kept his gasp up while he kept me pinned down.

I suppose this was a situation that the demonic spirit in the blade would love, me getting abused by some lowly sellsword. I did not like the retrieve very very much, I do n't ever require to be a victim.

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

"I gave my mortal to a demon,"I answered as I caught handle of his hands. He looked back at me confused by my words. Suddenly he realized I held his hands, in response I applied more pressure level to my grip.

There was goose egg he could do as I used my supernatural military posture to literally crush his manus. I grinned at him as he trashed around above me trying to get by the pain. I did not expel him, at least not until I was done, the os in his hands were a mess. I pushed him off me and he rolled away in torture.

"Where is Elenore ?"I asked. It took some shakiness to get him to get word me though his agony.

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

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

My patience with the sellsword was over. Filled with inspiration I took hold of the steel and aimed the handgrip 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 blade transform to a cock if I forced him to swallow up the full handgrip ?

I did not really know and had problem imagine how it would await like with a lip turned into a groin. On the other hired hand I had fuss imagine my puss turned into a cock before it actually happened.

In any case I was for sure the fiend in the blade would love me doing something like this. reckon his mouth turned to a tool and me taking the hammer inside me ?

A pretty bend estimate if you ask me, but it felt fitting. I stopped to reckon the jeopardy of the brand turning back from dildo to sword during the fuck, but then decided the translation was probably tied to my will since I am the schoolmistress of the blade. The opinion made me chuckle, me really in instruction of the sword.

I ca n't say I have deep throated a good deal tool, but trust me on this, Ted the sellsword had no gravid talent. He struggled futilely as I pushed the sword handle deeper and cryptic into his throat. With him unable to use his break off paw and me having super intensity it was given how it would end.

I had most of the sword wield down his throat when I realized he was actually choking. The hold was simply too large for him to get air at the same time.

"Oh poor matter, you ca n't breath,"I said. He looked back at me with relief in his middle.

I smirked at him as I pushed the final examination inches of the steel into his lip. Had he forgotten how they forced Elenore to strangle me during sex the other day ?

Disappointingly enough the sword did not transform when he swallowed it totally. I suppose some ideas are just too repelling to be dependable.

Everybody needs to breath, except Ted of course. I was in 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 feels peachy. I left the blade hold jammed down in his throat and smiled wickedly.

I ripped his trouser open and let my hand fondle his groin. He did not notice, he was too engaged trying to use his smash hand to push the brand out of his throat.

"You know what little double-crosser, I am going fucking you as you choke on my steel hold and there is nothing 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 sword out a few inches, I pushed it back in as I did my best to excite him.

It is funny how the human eubstance works. He was staring back at me in utter affright, but somehow the credit of the realness of his post made his restraints go away. He was no longer just semi erect and his hammer was sliding into my sex as he stared back at me in a lethargic fashion comparable with my own the early day.

I gave him my comfortably possible screwing as I watched him suffer from the lack or air. He did some faint attempts to get free, but between my super instinctive strength and the monumental weight of the sword that kept his principal pinned down there was little he could do.

This exotic way of execution ; I got a real number thrill from the wickedness of it. I felt myself approaching culmination and thrashed wildly as cacoethes washed over me.

As my I came down from my orgasm I realized that he was not moving anymore. Some prison term during the act he had fainted. Was he still alive at this power point ? I could not care less.

I made sure to erupt his neck opening as I pulled the blade out just to be sure. It felt very satisfying watching his dishonour corpse on the floor, but I realized I could not dwell on the scene. If I wanted to hold my arm I would need to discontinue and loosen the tourniquet on my arm. I will spare you detail of the pain from attending my injury, but I can insure you it hurt lots.

A while later I was ready to start searching for Elenore. Actually it did not ask long. I found her edge and gagged in the bunk room. Her physical structure was literally covered in layer of dry semen.

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

"I killed six so far, one them being the treacherous sellsword from the caravan, but I don't hump how many they are,"I answered as I rubbed her limbs to regenerate circulation.

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

I waited for her until she continued."I am so sorry for the other day. I did n't dare to hold back when they told me to injure you since they had brought forward the whip. The older bruises still hurt lots."

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

I gave her a smile, it was not like I would hold her responsible for what the bandits forced her to do. fountainhead actually it was just like me to take revenge, but I had just mutilated the male Sus scrofa that had tormented me so I was kind of meet for the moment.

She relaxed as she heard my words, but her veneration was rather reasonable. It was not until I said the words that I was sure I was not mad about her pain me.

"I do n't know what they intended for you, but me they wanted to get pregnant. They found my protection herbs and sting them before they took play on me,"she said.

"Your mature fan night is about now, right ?"I asked. The deduction was given, few bozo know about it but all smart charwoman know maternity just do n't go on. What day you have sex during the month matters a lot.

"No, it was a week ago, about when we moved though Elmore Leonard 's toss,"Elenore replied. That would be the night where I had used the demonic dildo created from the sword to jazz her again and again. I have been intent of the robbers for much longer than I cared to allow to myself if her mature lovers night was so long past.

"You are thinking about your trick cock getting me significant ?"Elenore asked."Besides the sex in the tent they forced us to cause plenty of sex afterwards. They were very curious about your dick staying hard even when you was all but unconscious. It was not until they get back here and divided the kale they separated us and started to rape me so I am sure-footed I carry your child."

I gave her a long stare, magical cum from the demonic cock at her to the highest degree fertile part of the month. It looked very probable she had a child growing inwardly her.

"If I am pregnant I very much prefer the idea that it is your tiddler,"she said and gave me a unknown glad smile.

I did not know about how to answer, did she not pull in the nipper might not be entirely human being ?

Still with us in the wilderness there was not lots we could do about it. The minor if existing would quicken before we could buy any new herb. Actually the possible satanic child had probably already quickened if you considered Elenore's weird lecture about how happy she was to take my child. She ran away from home to ward off being made to a housewife of some bandit and now she was glowing about the thought that she might be pregnant with a possible unholy child.

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

"You mean you will allow me to stay with you ? I did foretell to serve you, but you never spoke about how retentive our organization would stay,"Elenore asked.

"You are mine little sex slave, keep me satisfied and you have little to worry 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 trauma on your arm,"Elenore said as she looked at the tourniquet with worry.

I nodded to her and she got busy ripping bed linen to defecate a better bandage.

"What about the merchant, from what I heard from the brigand they kept him alive to pull him to reveal business enigma they could sell to early traders,"Elenore asked.

"Ted said he should be in the barn, and we will realize sure as shooting he is free before we leave, but I intend to start when we have found my money and some clothes and gearing. I see little value in assisting him with getting the wares down to the coast. To travel with him raises the risk that he starts asking questions about how the brigand were defeated. We better end up the visit to Netters Harbour before his caravan gets there,"I responded.

"What about your coins ? Do you think they celebrate your gold reprint 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 have plenty of loot that he can make money from,"I answered. It is not like I assembled my current fortune by splitting fairly with former people.

She finished a improve bandage without any tourniquet. My arm was wrapped to my organic structure so I could not locomote it, but much adept that than loosing the arm due to blood red.

"With all the foe beat I think it is clock time for my victory celebration. Can you gather the hooey we need for our travelling in the interim ?"I asked.

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

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

She nodded and moved out of the elbow room. I bent down and picked up the vast sword. It must have looked Weird with me carrying the sword in my left hand like the weight was nothing.

You expect me now to lay down on the beds in the bunk elbow room and start masturbating ? Sounds kind of lame, of course I entered the next room and went down on my knee joint in the largest syndicate of blood I could retrieve.

The demon inside the sword does obviously delight in me degrading myself and doing stuff like using sex to kick downstairs wedlock. On the other hand the sword also does take over blood. Maybe I am the 1st person cursed by sword to recognize the potential difference of serving both cravings at the same time.

I started to feed in the dildo into my cunt. It takes drill to do this since both the sword brand and the handle is immense, and sitting down on the ground means there is lilliputian space for the sword. I have discovered that by leaning backwards I can get the just the right angle to fulfil my sexual urges in the best potential ways while the tip of the sword residual in a pool of blood.

Moaning deeply I took Sir Thomas More and more of the dildo shaped handle inside me. If I pressed the full length inside the brand would transform into the wizard prick, but I actually decided against it. For the present moment I wanted the sword to feed on the parentage and that would be kind of severely if the cock transformed. No way that I would degrade myself by start humping the floor.

When the sword enters a female person cunt the dildo actually turns animated. Working your at heart smell like if you have a account of fingers working together there. The only thing reminding me that it was satanic dildo giving me pleasure was the frigidity 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 pure magic dildo inside me without getting distracted by a conjuration putz.

I don't bang how farseeing it took the steel to swallow all blood line there. I had come twice by the time Elenore returned and by then the lineage around me had been drained. There was of course plenty of Thomas More stemma nisus all over the place in other places, the sword could only absorb the blood it actually touches.

Elenore reported all had went rather well. After some searching she had found the coins, the rag for the sword and literal female wearing apparel that fit us. They had taken quite many caravans before ours and lucky for us one had carried female person wearing apparel the robbers had not been able-bodied to sell. It was linen paper clothes not really suited for long traveling in the autumn, but at least it was tunic and trousers. Narrow dame might expect smashing on the dance floor but they sucks while traveling.

There was no fitting armor, but that was expected. Armor that fit my busty distaff form is rather rare.

The idea of me turning up in front of the merchandiser with the blade that I was supposed to get dumped before the toll station did not appear very smart.

Elenore had told the merchant and the sellsword that the brigand had killed each other over who to get to spoil next. The gambit that the bandits had killed each other would of course of study not mold for long. When they saw the carnage inside the cottage they would depart to suspect things and it was of course also the inquiry how the concluding bandit had died.

I doubted the merchant really believed I was a real sellsword and if unlucky they would mistrust I have summoned a daimon or something alike. Far too close to the truth and my intimately theme was to slide away and hope the merchant did not make bold to talk about what had happened.

I had considered getting rid of the bodies, but my thank you ceremony with the sword had taken longer time than expected so we were out of time. Besides I did not have the time to let the blade absorb all the former blood blot so removing the bodies could as best buy us time. The develop furniture would also be a giveaway about the kind of violent combat that had happened in the cottage.

Me and Elenore slipping away without asking for payment for killing the bandits would no doubt be sure proof of some kind of deception, so why have the trouble to hide the corpses in the initiatory place ?

I could just trust they would not dare to say anything. Talking about me and my sword might give them some money short terminus but it could also prepare them end in pokey. After all it was due to merchant Rode 's caravan that I made me able to move secretly into the Netter 's slide district in the first off shoes. King James Rode might not be so keen to talk about us if he was impudent.

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 Frederick North towards Netter's Harbour we kept a low profile with my ripe arm still in bandage. In the true there was nothing faulty with the arm itself, but the husbandman married woman that helped me with sewing the wounding had agreed that moving the arm would rip the shoulder joint wounding open again.

Elenore kept asking for me to use the magic dildo again as a turncock so I could fuck her, but I declined since I needed to heal my shoulder before I ended in a new affaire d'honneur.

From my item of horizon her fingers and tongue on my sex was enough and why should she plain ? After all I do return the party favor to her well-nigh of the nights.

As for the sword we had it wrapped in a carpet found at the robbers hideout. Explaining why two females on the route do take a carpet would be foxy, but I decided it was better than be seen with the sword with a dildo handle.

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

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

"Avoiding the master roadstead to keep a low profile step-up the space a lot. Takes longer time but it is plus that it gives my shoulder joint clip to cure. If my retentivity is correct we will be at our terminus in about a month,"I responded.

"I want you to make full me up with a sure cock, can we dally around some tonight ?"Elenore asked with a Eskimo dog spirit in her voice.

I gave her a tenacious stare. If you looked faithful her teenage stomach was not really as flat anymore. I knew there was a demon child growing inside her womb and it was clearly messing around with her foreland.

"It is too early,"I said and nodded towards my shoulder."On the other hand it is time to wee the demon in Nachal happy again. Do you think we can wreck a marriage before we leave the hamlet ?"

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

"The important matter is that it makes the demon in the sword happy,"I responded. No use to trying to pretend I am the real mistress, I long ago gave up trying to resist the evil hint from the sword.

I suppose you might be wondering how I could be sure we would get the chance to mess up some marriage in a terra incognita short township.

The resolution is pretty simple, the demon in the blade directs what I do and the long I stall causing trouble for some victim along the way the more often the demon guides me into situations where there is opportunity.

In this particular small Town there was an actual chemist. Considering the size of the town it was clear that it mostly deliver herbs to larger cities, but there was a topical anaesthetic shop class where prospective buyer could come and see how the herbs was prepared.

I guess the shop was expert for the business since they seemed to be doing quite fine, but I sincerely doubtdc it was anything but a show for noble that came to visit. The bulk of the herbs delivered was probably prepared in some different place.

When we passed the apothecary the sword inside the carpet roll vibrated and it was obvious the daimon had sensed some variety of opportunity.

We entered the shop while pretending we needed some assuagement for my shoulder. The shop class was run by a middle aged man named Frank and his daughter Lauri that was around Elenore's age. As we asked about different herbs we learned that the married woman was the topical anaesthetic midwife that normally worked in the store, but currently she was away to attend the wife of one of the merchants that was about to give a babe.

Older Guy is really not my thing, something about the baldness of centre aged men always put me off. On the early handwriting I could direct Elenore to do the actual fucking.

Actually I was starting to have a wicked idea, but obviously we needed to get inside their home to make the opportunity to do anything at all. It is always harder to score somebody if they are at work than at home, at least if they have the honest kind of work.

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

I struggled to hide out my smile, inside the carpet bowl there was a number of coin purse that held both the coins I had gathered from duel and the coins I took from the robbers. I could easily purchase their altogether clientele if I so desired.

As for the carpet we had some feeble news report about it being a family heirloom that we needed to deliver to relatives to settle an old feud. I joked about the men in the family not being men enough to dare to deliver the rug and it seemed Frank and Lauri believed in the chronicle. Maybe the monster actually aid our ability to persuade mass of matter that aid the demon's desired agenda. I would surely not believed our story.

Lauri guided us to their home on the behind of the apothecary, but then had recurrence to the shop until the day was over. It actually suited me quite well since this would set aside us to plan what to do next.

They had an actual guest way that we could use. We settled our gear there and sat down to plan the night activities.

"What is the programme ?"Elenore asked.

"I have this melodic theme about you convince Frank that we are into thraldom and is dying for him to hogtie us and be intimate our head out,"I said.

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

"The catch is that we will construct a switch so that the daughter Lauri is on the receiving end,"I explained.

"Getting him to fuck his daughter, that is nasty !"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 Saame hair color and if we have a pseudo bandage and poor light I think he will fall for it. You get him inside and instruct him how to tie you up and bang you and what he believes is me.

"If you act ruttish enough he will not cause reason to await penny-pinching on who he fucks. Only shame is that I don't have any estimable idea how to make the married woman discover us in the midsection of the act, maybe I will manage to figure something out,"I said.

"Getting a midwife to get out a unmanageable speech sounds very laborious, but maybe it is not needed. If we leave enough evidence that something happened will not the wife start to suspect something ?"Elenore suggested.

"That is an well estimate,"I responded. If we leave clew that frank is lusting after his girl the married woman will start to watch the interaction between them more closely. Unless the daughter turns out to be a literal slut there is bound to be signs of trauma for her female parent to discover. Actually this would be true no thing if she liked the Nox or not, getting fucked by your father is bound to have in mind something one way or another."

We spent the time until they returned from the shop to conglomerate used lingerie from Lauri's way that we could later shroud in the captain bedroom. One interest breakthrough in the master bedroom was a drawer with gobs of linen straps cut in perfect distance for bondage and some very nice R-2 that would be perfect for a hogtie. It seemed weenie and his wife was already into thralldom.

Amazing that these trusting masses would ask in stark strangers to be alone in their house. The suspicion that the monster aid me in these kind of deceptions seem well founded.

I spare you the boring inside information of the interaction when Frank and Lauri came 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 mixer public lecture. number one I thought it was a job but actually it turned out to be beneficial.

Lauri had actually promised her mother that she would come over and aid her with the delivery of the baby. Having frank assume his family unit would be away for the night made the seduction more than easy and a no show from the daughter would make the mother suspicious.

My problem for the nighttime was to sneak out, kidnap the female child when she left the house and keep open her hidden silently until we sprung the trap. All this to be done with just one working arm since I still had my right arm in wrapper.

Seriously, I am just messing with you. With my enhanced strength the labor to subdue an average girl is no genuine problem.

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

Her legs was of course covered in linen cloth, but for the trained eye that mine that likes both men and woman niggling was required for me to imagine her curves.

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

I had the cloth gag set when I jumped her from behind and before she knew it she had the gag in her mouth. Desperately she struggled to get free and I used a fraction of my strength to bash her into the rampart.

She literally froze of fear as she felt my monolithic intensity level. I used the opportunity to tie her arms behind her. She started to call on her head to see who assaulted her but I intervened and pulled a blind fold 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 human foot in a atomic number 26 clench. It was a shame that I with just one arm free could not molest her at the same time since her pussy was so expose.

Actually the situation was still pretty swell. 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 foot. Surprised she struggled for balance and I caught hold of the rope holding her bound arms.

What shall a poor miss do when she want to discipline her dupe with just one arm free. simple really ; I pulled the circle tight and then bit down on the rope.

If she really had tried to derive loose I doubt I would have had enough leveraging with the roofy even with my occult lastingness, but I had her afraid decent by now that she did not defy to resist.

With a broad grin I slapped her inviting ass. I aimed for a light-headed slap, but from the audio of it I failed since she groaned in pain. The wallop had her stumbling away as far as the rope munition would allow her. Using the roach I pulled her back.



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

I really liked the lily-white skin exposed to chill evening air, but there is naught that can not be improved. Grinning wildly I started to spank her, hard enough to turn her cute Edward Douglas White Jr. ass slightly red but making sure that I constrained my great strength so I did not break hide or os.

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

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

A ignominy that I could not severalise if ever had acted on his desires. I did not acquire any genius to understand that he had tied his wife on at least some occasions, but there are plenty of alternative between some mild constraints and tough center bondage scenarios that I desired.

I dumped Lauri on the bed and started to loot her clothes. At one sentence she tried to bolt from bed despite being blind folded. I caught her hair and brutally pulled her back to the bed. The bother did not cause her drop-off her impedance and irritated I took a stifle grip around her pharynx. She got the message and stopped resisting as I tied her to a nice hogtie. I am very good with knots.

She have got her cape off her, but she still had her nigh of her line of descent dress. almost probably the short little girl found it to be comfort that she was not totally naked. Too bad I needed linen paper to create the fudge shoulder bandage.

I started to rip the clothes apart and I really enjoyed the shake in her body when she realized she soon would be naked.

Actually getting the patch feeling naturalistic with her arms hogtied behind her back was a challenge. The saving seemliness was that they did not recognise the entire extents of my injury. They knew I had my arm in a sling and wrapped to the body, but could not narrate that the pulled back posture she was in was exactly the kind of situation I should head off while my shoulder healed.

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

There was a risk wienerwurst would recognize the girl even while naked, but I was hoping they as small clientele targeted at the rich city people did not get a casual nakedness vulgar on the country position. If he had not in fact seen her naked for a phone number of years it might be toilsome to recognize her. At to the lowest degree she did not feature any obvious scars or anything like that.

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

I went out to Elenore and Frank that seemed friendly to each former, but was not anywhere near getting into anything intimate. Their matter had moved from the sex into talk about business.

Frank was busy talking about the severeness of dealing with city noble and somehow Elenore's experiences from serving on a Inn seemed to allow her fake interest in this tedious topic. Considering my experiences from traveling the roadstead of the land I was not really surprised ; prick are the same no topic if they are nobles or not.

Me talking about arse, yea, I am total hypocrite considering what I was planning for the miserable fellowship that had given us shelter.

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

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

One of the benefit of super specialty is that I can fake a rosiness easily. Just a promptly super powered nip at my impertinence and they turn red when I remove my hands. Of row it hurts a bit, but nothing compared to how I hurt myself the first workweek with first-rate strength when I accidentally broke just about every object I picked up.

"Tell wiener what your deary constituent is about being tied up ?"Elenore asked with a gamy grin on her lips.

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

"You mean like when an honest-to-goodness man is pounding your sex and you at utterly at his clemency,"Elenore taunted.

It was time to blush for real now as I looked at frank. She was talking perfectly meaninglessness. I freely admit that I have military issue with Old men, something about them touching me freaks me out. The plan to give birth Frank fucking Elenore and the girl suited me just right.

"I don't ... I mean I ..."I stuttered. I did not be intimate what to say to fit what ever design Elenore had in mind. The appointment was for her to seduce him, should be dim-witted correctly ?

"She will hazard like she does not like it during the act, but then she will brag about how horny it made her to be taken like that, for week afterwards,"Elenore told frank.

The lustful stare that Frank gave me compound my blush.

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

"good that we are alone this evening,"wienerwurst said."This talk would birth been awkward with my daughter here."

"Your married woman would not mind the bailiwick ?"I asked.

"Actually she would,"Frank admitted reluctantly."She used to be so open minded back in the daylight 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 year ago she ran into a nun named Carmen that talked her into this nonsense,"dog responded.

"Carmen ?"I asked surprised by the name.

"Yes, a damned prude from the Nemthom monastery that came through town and would not leave Hilda alone until she had converted. I think she got worry since Hilda is a midwife,"wiener said.

"Do you knows the folk name of the nun ?"I asked. The thought of the sexual minx of Carmen enzyme-linked-immunosorbent serologic assay as a nun was pathetic, but I had to ask.

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

He was of course of action right. Besides I already had a solid lead story on Carmen Elisa being in Netter's haven more recently than a year back.

That lead included my ex-fiance Philip and fitted what I knew about my target much better. The similar name was most likely just a random match that did not matter for my quest to kill Carmen Elisa and send her to hell.

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

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

"You are such a puritan, at least until you become tied up,"Elenore said.

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

"You are right,"Elenore commented."We need catch some Z's if we shall go on our journey tomorrow."

"nap well,"weenie said.

We entered the guest room and looked at piteous Lauri that lay hogtied on the bed. I wondered if she could imagine what would happen 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 Frank said before I had guessed the situation with Hilda. They have not had any form of sex for a class now since Hilda think they are too old to take child. He is starved for sex,"Elenore explained.

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

"Pretty much, except I add the point that you have a matter for the fantasy about the older man being your don. You want the older man fucking you to take you are his daughter,"Elenore said.

"Nasty !"I responded with a broad grin.

There was no hiding quad in the Guest way so we had wait until Frank had gone to bed and then I left the way and hid in the kitchen. Elenore went to frankfurter's bedroom and I waited in silence.

It took a while before I heard hot dog and Elenore walk to the guest room. There was actually no door to the Guest room so I did not dare to glint inside so I waited in expectancy if our trap would work.

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

I took the jeopardy that Frank looked towards the door since I needed to see them doing it. Like I had hoped Frank was leaning over Lauri's bounds physical structure and fucking her hard. My hog tie left Lauri on the abdomen with legs spread apart for easy accession.

Personally I am Sir Thomas More fond of the daughter being on her back while hogtied, but I had decided the risk he would pick out her face was too nifty if he saw her face.

He was alternating between fucking her and spanking her. All the time talking dirty about how he was taking advantage of his girl.

Elenore was actually not hogtied at all, he had just bound her arms so she could gift a helping mouth and urge him on to have sex his daughter harder.

It looked like Frank was going to cum inside his daughters fertile twat. The likelihood that he would bend towards the threshold seemed declamatory so I moved away from the door.

Finally it all went hush and I waited for wienerwurst to regress from the Edgar Guest room. Something was nagging at my tending, but I could not tell what disturbed me. It felt like the silence just before fight, but I could not suppose where any danger would come from. weenie was not the fighting type.

individual was coming from the Guest elbow room and I tried see through the gloom of the night to see what dog seemed to be thinking on. To my surprise it was actually Elenore that broke the silence.

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

"Imagine if the wife finds him there in the morning,"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 present when the wife comes home, at least be watching from distance."

"Okay, my hands are in battlefront of me but too cockeyed to loosen. Can you get the rope off my wrists, ?"Elenore asked.

"I suppose I could, but would it not be nice if we messed around in the master key sleeping room and give evidence that there happened sex there too,"I answered.

"Sounds like you want your slave bound for a bit more,"Elenore responded with prevision in her voice and we walked to the bedroom.

On the way there I considered if we should experience just even sex in the bed or raise the stakes a bit. What if I spanked her enough that I broke her skin so we left line nervous strain ?

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

The bedroom was completely dark, but after our earlier investigation 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 station.

Elenore had continued towards the bed when she suddenly grunted in uncomfortableness. Suddenly I knew the odour, it was musky look of a male person, but not old frank but soul unknown.

Suddenly there was light in the elbow room from the bedside mesa. A smugglers lantern had been opened so that the bed was covered in deliquium brightness level. Elenore was down on the bed with an obscure Male holding a dagger towards her throat.

"If you do anything stupid your cunt dies and I kill you afterwards !"the man threatened and I instantly recognized the voice. It was Lucas the soldier of fortune 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 town.

No, I did not try to jump him or anything. He was holding a dagger to Elenore's throat and my own weapons were back in the Edgar Albert Guest room. I might be very strong but taking out a solid warrior like the sellsword would not be quick enough if I was empty handed.

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

"Revenge on the cunts that cheated me on the pay for the van trip,"Lucas responded.

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

"He claims you stole his money so he can't pay me anything. Beside my own money was taken by the robbers too, but not a 1 coin could be found afterwards. I just got this stupid person note of he owing me money,"Lucas complained.

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

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

"Please calm down, I will give 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, you get to restrain the money Rode owes you and I take the rest,"he said.

"Is that so ?"I asked with coldness creeping into my articulation. It was not smart, much better to act docile until I had Elenore safe away from him but I could not help myself. He was pissing me off.

"You damn right about that. I will sample your nubile shape once more and work sure you learn your lesson,"Lucas threatened.

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

"Sounds like a program, but first I need you put on those shackles,"he said and nodded towards a pair of hand shackles on the floor.

I picked them up hoping they might serve well as a suiting weapon, but they were frail things with barely no weight at all even with the metal. The strand between the shackles as too inadequate to be useful. I considered throwing them at Lucas with all my might, but it seemed bad. What if he accidentally cut Elenore when hit ?

"case your custody into them !"Lucas prompted.

With the inadequate chain there was no way I could force the metal sprints keeping the shackles together so maybe my proficient option was to trifle along and off the bastard when he tried to interlock the shackle with the metal pins.

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

Dumbfolded I watched the sprint locked in topographic point and making the bridge player shackled. I tensed my sinew to see if I could break the slender alloy. All around the shackles there was magic runes burning in eerie downcast light and the metallic element refused to bend.

"No demon summoning for you this clip,"he boasted and let go of Elenore.

I tried to hold out when he bent forward to drag me to the bed, but the bond was pulsating by magic every time I tried to use my strength. There was no way slender me could stand a total grown Male with my just cancel strength.

I lost my breath as he slammed me down on the bed and within bit 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 little doubt that he was forcing his pecker into her unprotected sex. Crying in ignominy and anger I tried to break gratuitous but I did not have the needed leverage.

Suddenly I felt his rooster probing at my sex and I barely had any fourth dimension to prepare myself before he forced himself into me. Considering my dependance to fucking it would be a lie to say that he found the entry hard. My treacherous sex was wet and loose enough for him to enter me, but he still forced himself into me, I did not desire to have sex like this. I should never be the dupe !

He alternated between raping me and Elenore and when we made a lame attempt to break escaped he rained down bump on her unprotected back as revenge. Elenore froze after this and I realized that there was fiddling I could do on my own to break rid from the revilement. Biting my lip I suffered through the fucking that ended with him spraying us both with his cum.

"I think I shall lend you to a nearby temple and get a Bounty for turning in a devil summoner like you, but not before I have taken you again and again to compensate for when you went to others because they had more coins to spend !"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 magic shackles that prevented me from using the magic military strength granted by Nachal. Somehow he would pay for this humiliation !

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