Drops of sweats flew in the air as the knight in armour barely avoided the thrusted spear. The spar had lasted more than the average combat continuance, and it showed as the two opponents caught their hint, both exhausted. The knight and the experienced old man silently faced each other, waiting for the slim instant of weakness from the other side.

'' sufficiency '' declared the old man, lowering his fizgig. `` Andrea Deeprock has proved her worth. I hereby declare she knows how to fight, and have zilch more to instruct her '' he proclaimed, looking at her with a proud gaze.

The bunch of apprentice horse erupted, cheering with excitement and praise while the knight stood still, not yet realizing what happened, her adrenaline built-up during the fighting slowly dissipating. The knight lowered her spear, and meticulously took off her helmet, granting her even more than cheers from her audience.

The helmet off revealed a beautiful blond woman in her early-twenties with gentle oculus, sweating profusely as her hair stuck on her face. She would sustain been the nonpareil of a hone dame if not for her fierce regard and small scars on her skin that told of her severeness. She dropped her helmet and raised her fist to the sky in a celebrating manner.

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

Twenty-four years. It had taken her two dozen years to cope with the requirement to become a Paladin. These fright conditions, imposed by her mother, the current holy person Paladin, had nearly pushed her to the border. infrangible mastery of studies, knighthood etiquette, and melee fight, were domains that would get taken a normal human being 's entire life to control just one, but she had managed to do all three.

'' To go a Paladin, to replace Me, study the arts and science, and passkey the lance. Only then will I instil you with the consecrated noesis of Paladins passed down from generation to generation ! '' had demanded her mother, many yr ago.

And Andrea had upheld her promise.

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Evening ; having celebrated her accomplishments with her knight companion, Andrea decidedly walked towards the largest structure in the city, the Saint Cathedral, where her mother took position. One of her mother 's tasks was to say mass, so she knew where to find oneself her. Standing on the entering, she opened the large stunt man door without any caution, casually interrupting the nightly ceremony.

The interview turned their top dog and sat silent, admiring the reasonably female knight crossing through the key gangway with solid steps. She stopped before the altar, pointing her glaze at the woman saying the spate, a large Word of God in her hands. The religious adult female had esteemed papal vestments which she wore proudly, standing straight with her shoulder joint back.

In all these years, she had never seen the woman bend down to anyone. She stayed calm at all point, saved her words for of import affair, and kept her face still against any adversity. This ma'am holding the great unwashed on peaceful nights was a pure devil on the battlefield, spreading bloodshed while protecting ally. This prideful charwoman was her mother, the apotheosis Paladin Mary.



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

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

Her female parent, usually still as an ocean, suddenly reddened with strange emotion before quickly controlling herself, managing to emit a few culmination watchword to the quietus of the audience.

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

The interview quickly understood and promptly left, the matters between a Saint Paladin and her daughter being way above what their position could yield. A few minutes later, the duomo was void except for the two similarly looking blonde women.

'' Andrea, my daughter, let me firstly congratulate you for your attempt, I am proud of you '' expressed Mary with a motherly smile, perspiration building up on her forehead.

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

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

'' Worry not my dearest, sickness it is not ; you will know soon enough '' she declared with a cryptic tincture of interpreter.

The Virgin took plenty of her daughter in armour, looking as beautiful as a thorny rose. A part of her creative thinker was aegir to see how she would transform under the damned procedure, while the quietus simply despised the curse of responsibility her mob had to bear. She strengthened her resolve and slowly stood up, her back straight throughout the entirely climb, her daughter assisting her.

Mary took some aloofness from her daughter, and standing still, eye to eye with her daughter, asked solemnly :

'' Andrea Deeprock, you have proven yourself and are fit to go a paragon Paladin. Are you ready to accept your fate, and embody the responsibility endured by the Deeprock category generations after contemporaries ? ''

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

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

A disastrous quiet settled, symbolic of a historical moment where a holy person Paladin would go by on the truncheon to the side by side generation ; or in this case, a stone.

'' tall ! '' expressed The Virgin with a goofy smiling. `` Now, follow me ... '' she said while turning back, towards a back door hidden behind the presbytery.

Mother and daughter walked down a long series of stairs, the latter with component apprehension, part confusedness, and part excitement. The stairs, initially well-polished wood, progressively became raspy and rougher as it went down. The tunnel transitioned to a still descending cavern out with humid stone walls, the only rootage of light being the torch that Mary conjured from somewhere underneath her apparel.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally arrived in front man of large stone twice doors. Mary turned her head to fit that her daughter was still there, nodding at her with a comforting and mystic smile, before pushing the doors open.

'' Beautiful ! '' expressed Andrea upon entering.

The room access opened on a magnificent and telling spheric open air place ; the level on the sides and the entireness of the ceiling were filled with stalactites and stalagmites, large bulge of rock and watch glass, and for an unknown reason, they glowed with a majestic blue sky light that gave the way a sanctified feel, as if this shoes had been handcrafted by God Himself.

An altar made of the Lapp blueish crystal stood in the centre ; on it were showcased many humble crystal of different size and exotic forms. Andrea lather profusely in collar, not certain what these devices were for. The Virgin stopped in the centre of the spherical room, right in strawman of the altar, and turned to present her daughter. The Paladin 's legs were shaking, half because of having walked such a recollective distance, the early because of what was going happen.

'' Andrea my daughter, it is finally, finally time ! We will now proceed with the descent rite, which is a Deeprock custom that all beginner have to behold and follow up ! '' expressed Madonna with a lewd and goofy smile.

Andrea looked at her female parent with utter confusion as the fair sex walked towards the altar where she, for the first sentence in Andrea 's life history, bent her total upper-body, making a 90 level angle with her legs, her hands on the Lord's table. Her heartrate rose, she started panting.

'' Andrea, my girl ... '' she spoke, breathing louder and louder, her legs shaking in total consequence, `` go inside my robe and behold the enigma I have embodied for now twenty long class ! '' she could barely overtop, spouting drool all over the altar.



Andrea 's mental confusion did not allow her to think too long and she approached her mother 's vestments before lifting them and peeking inside. A few seconds of vivid quiet passed before ...

'' YOU WHORE ! '' screamed the daughter, tearing her female parent 's clothes apart, letting her see the price in full view.

It was as if she was inhabited by a huge parasite : a very, very large termination of a blue crystal stood out from her mother 's rear-end, her hole stretched to an inhuman radius, tenderly wrapping the end of the crystal. It was shaped in a way that would foreclose it from fully going in, and she guessed the Interior was also great enough that it would n't go away easily. While she could n't see the sway directly, the bulge on her subvert mother 's intestine and tummy was enough to commit a scratchy estimate of the goliath : at least 40cm in duration, with a 13cm wide of the mark diam at the base.

Andrea took a few arcminute to accumulate herself, the ira leaving place to talk mental confusion and, worst of all, the concern of the unknown. She thought she understood her mother, but it had become crystallization clear that she did not at all, not in the least.

'' Mother, Saint Paladin Madonna Deeprock, explain yourself ! '' she demanded with a fierce vocalization. `` Why do you ... '' she wanted to ask before her brain unfortunately started connecting the dots. Her eyes widened at the realization.

'' paladin of Deeprock, a crystallization cave, anal retentive debauch ... '' she put her hands on her oral fissure, as if trying to pull her from emitting the legitimate conclusion, `` Oh God ... ''

'' God my ASS indeed ! '' shamelessly stated the subvert Mary, who slowly wiggled her behind as if mocking her naïve girl for taking too long. `` XX bloody geezerhood of this cursed stuffing ! Would you envisage ? ! '' she asked her girl in a rhetorical and mocking fashion. salacious juice were dropping from her nether area and running along her legs. Her girl 's reaction had awakened her arousal, and she was eager to see how her dearest daughter would react to what followed.

'' Now now, let 's affect on with the ritual, I have a lot to tell you as you can think '' she explained. `` You see that affair ? '' she asked while raising her replete bottom higher in the air in a submissive personal manner. `` Remove it '' she expressed lewdly with a winking.

Andrea approached her mother, put one hand on her cheek, and gripped the plug with the former, moving it slowly to quiz the Ethel Waters. Mary moaned slightly, and started taking prominent hint to prepare herself for the impact. The rock candy lechatelierite seemed deeply embedded in her female parent 's behind ; this was going to be awful and take a while.

The replacement strengthened her suitcase on the chew, like she would with a lance, and slowly started extracting the gimmick from her dear and depraved female parent. Mary suddenly sharply screamed as her anal sides, which were probably merged with the blue rock by now, painfully dissociated themselves from the intruder. Andrea did n't care and continued pulling.

The screeching, half pleasure half botheration, became yells, and yells became bellows as her mother emitted near-inhuman low-pitched sounds. She had already lost the support from her pegleg and was directly laying on the communion table. Andrea could see with her eyes the bulge retracting from her downhearted abdominal cavity ; she was literally extracting 10 % of that poor 's woman weight out of her ass. Andrea felt like an executioner forcibly removing a limb from her victim ; she never thought that in her spirit of knight and soon-to-be paladin she would be handling anal retentive hoopla, even less from her mother.

The crystallization behemoth finally popped-out of its receptacle with an inspiration sound, her mother 's anal channel not having breathed in twenty yr. It was an utter muss : the device in her hands was the most valued and beautiful small-arm of quartz glass she had ever seen, but it was soaked with her female parent 's anal stiff, the olfactory modality indescribable.

Andrea prevented herself from vomiting by sheer will, but that was before taking at thick aspect at her female parent 's insides. Her intimate bulwark were glowing blue after twenty class of cohabitation with the crystal. Her anus could not be described as a hollow anymore : it had become an out-of-doors sheath, waiting for its sword to be plugged. Her sphincter could only produce a few feeble vibrations that comically made her anus look like it was trying to invent words. And this back-end sassing was clearly pleading for the comeback of the late rock.

Sounds of puking echoed in the crystal room. Blue circles were burned onto her centre and mind ; she would not draw a blank that mickle ever in her life. The poor woman who endured the drastic Mass extraction lay unconscious on the Lord's table like an evacuate flask, having screamed her pharynx out, and cried her eyes out. What remained of her wearing apparel was absolutely plastered of her feminine fluids, having had the orgasm she was fated to have all of her life.

Andrea took a long time to pull in herself. She was still holding the enceinte behemoth in her hands, not knowing what to do with it. Her analytical mind immediately started running overdrive, trying to make sense of the situation. Her mother had survived with that thing in her interior for all these years, so it had to have some healing belongings.

'' I ca n't trust she really meant it when she talked about embodying that responsibility ... What a misdirect legacy ! '' she complained as she aimed the rock towards her female parent 's hind end. `` female parent, if you can hear me, brace yourself '', she declared, before sheathing the heavyweight once again inside the unconscious mind Paladin.

Her body spasmed with life history when one-half of the device had penetrated her. blue light emitted from her rolled eyes for a few indorsement before slowly focusing forward. Mary had her fountainhead in the swarm and thought of going back to sleep when her learning ability suddenly retransmitted the tactual sensation of the foreign but comrade object being injected in her ass. Her heart widened and she resumed her yells of depraved pleasure and torturing, orgasming like she never had along the slow thrust.

'' We 're nearly at the base, you Paladin whore. Brace your hole '', stated Andrea with a inhuman part, ashamed of her mother.

Mary sprayed her fluids at her daughter 's language, the place too humiliating and depraved. Wearing the artefact for so tenacious had made her into a serious masochist, which contrasted severely with the low temperature posture she had to acquire in public as the nonesuch hero. Revealing her real image to her daughter in this fussy condition was her furthest phantasy, and so, when the rock finally connected and the al-Qaida was all in, only the flanged end protruding from her ass end, she breathed a sigh of pure satisfaction.

Andrea waited silently, standing with her arms crossed. After a few minute of arc for Mary to reimburse enough get-up-and-go, the Saint hero went behind the communion table to call back and outwear a champaign white robe. role of her dignity regained, she went back to face her daughter who was eagerly waiting for a deep, thick explanation.

'' Thank you for your assist Andrea, I needed that. It was gratifying '', said Madonna in a clear voice, her gaze apologetic.

Andrea raised an eyebrow but did not answer. She was glad that her mother seemed to recover her saneness and the personality she was used to, but the rocky events that occurred before simply could not be ignored.

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

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The nostalgic odor of chicken broth spread around the little stone way. The dining board, declamatory enough for two people, was provided with a few home cooking dish, making Andrea wonder how her mother had had the time to take the required attainment. They ate in secretiveness, knowing that discussing the cursed field was not compatible with appetite.

arena hollow, Andrea could n't bear the tensed ambience and took the initiative.

'' Does it spite ? '' she asked, looking at her female parent, sat with a seemingly perfect attitude, if someone did n't get laid the intellect behind it.

Madonna delicately dropped her spoon, and focused on her daughter, weighing her Holy Writ with circumspection. She had to convince her girl to pursue the legacy as soon as potential, and she did n't want to retard the contagion because of an unfortunate use of language.

'' The watch crystal is peculiar, it attenuates to the highest degree of the atrocious sensation. It 's OK as long as I do not move in a way that would exceed a sealed threshold '', she meticulously expressed. She sounded sincere because she indeed did not lie ; though she did drop the division about the increase in joy sensitivity.

Andrea did not reply to her mother 's Word, and silence reigned again for a few bit, the two women trying to find the best slant to pursue the touchy and jumpy topic. Blessed Virgin thought of something, and tried a bold angle.

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

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

What Madonna instinctively knew and her daughter did n't was that 300 long time of tradition had made her genetically disposed and fated to sustain affair in her ass. A Deeprock descendent was somehow eventually bound to be the artefact ; it was only a issue of metre. Hence, it was natural that Mary was equipped with the arguments to convince her daughter Knight.



'' The crystal confers you with increased strength, mental resiliency, and advanced re-formation. The enceinte it is, the magnanimous the effect '' she revealed with an understanding smile, knowing full well how her daughter would respond, just like she had in her youth.

Andrea 's heart widened, and she put her hired man to her chin, reflecting deeply on what her mother had revealed, and weighing the pros and sting. She eventually strengthened her resolve, put her hands on the table, focused on her mother, and tentatively asked :

'' Do ... you have a low one ? '' asked the beautiful fair sex, blushing out of shamefulness.

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No drop of workout suit flew in the air as the knight in armor easily avoided the squeeze spear.

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

'' Thank you '', expressed Andrea with a cold poker game human face, standing straight with sweat dropping from her forehead. `` With that, I will read my farewell '', she declared before promptly returning to her house.

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

Her head laying on her bed, she raised her behind in the air, then took hold of the rocky bit protruding from her anus, and pulled it back and Forth. She screamed in painfulness and pleasure as she fornicated herself with the small-scale blue sky rock 'n' roll, 10cm in length, ruining her hole with the unpolished stone.

Her mother had told her that the gauche persona was parting of the legacy and was supposed to prompt them of their duty by making the gain in power a painful ordeal, but after having tested it for a few calendar week herself, she was now convince her ancestor was simply a depraved masochist who had found a depraved way of abusing the regenerative blessing for depraved delight purposes.

She was glad the gemstone at least magically took care of her anal waste material somehow, making her living easier. This cursed item simply pushed her to speculation into the bad spot possible for a seemingly maximal sum of money of pain and pleasure. The blessing given by the crystal was fortunately adequate to exist any trial by ordeal encountered, though at the cost of its owner 's sanity.

She simply could n't fancy how her mother was still, mostly, relatively sane after all these years of lowering equipment. Day by day she felt the craving increase, and this cursed artefact that she found daunting at the origin was now reaching the terminus ad quem of its efficiency.

She wanted more.

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sound of galloping horses resounded fiercely throughout the forest in a rhythmic manner. The small mathematical group of knights had been riding together for three 60 minutes now, and their fatigue started to show.

'' Captain Andrea 's firmness in keeping her full-plate armor and even her helmet at any clock time is astounding ! '' exclaimed one of them, making for sure not to be heard by the fighter apprentice at the social movement of the party. `` It is no wonder she is worth becoming the next holy person hero ... ''

The young squire was right about her resoluteness, but not in the right hand way.

'' OH GOD ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! '' screamed Andrea internally, her face a mess behind her helmet, tongue out and her eyes rolled, barely managing to rest on the horse while holding her moans.

She rhythmically reaped what she sowed, the rock grinding her anal paries with every bounce. She felt miserable, but at the same time averaged a spate of pleasure every few minutes. Her poor mount was utterly drenched in her lady juices, which she hope she could justify as sweat for wearing the armour.

She had felt confident when asking her mother for the next step in the ritual, finding the initiation too prosperous after a few workweek ; she had clearly inserted more than she could bear, and that cursed undertaking from the cardinal did n't facilitate. How could she bury about horse-ridding, the nemesis of the Deeprock family ?

In all her life, she had never seen her mother razz a buck, despite being the Saint champion, and even the use of carriages was pretty rarefied, limited to the events of utmost importance. She never understood why, until that present day. Indeed, she would now never forget the feeling of having a 20cm rock-and-roll grinding her inside on hogback for long time of day, while having to carry in figurehead of her comrades.

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'' How did this damn Paladin found our lair ? ! Run for your lives ! '' shouted the bandit, dropping his steel to scuttle hastily.

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

Each swing sent a keen tingle emanating late from her lower rachis, making her grit her teeth and her forefront sweaty. Her allies always confused her blushed face, panting and restraint of motion for drawbacks of some paladin steel techniques, but as usual with the Deeprock kinsperson, the truth was always deeply buried.

The swings were extremely crude from a technical viewpoint, it was the best she could do with such as twist plugged in her. No, what really powered them were her delight surges. Within each swing, she would forcefully compress her anatomical sphincter and anal heftiness to set off a surge. Only a paladin apprentice who studied and trained her entire life had the mental mental ability to defy the pleasure cloudburst while retaining a modicum of poker face compared to what she felt internally.

'' Hyaaa ! Hyaaan ! Hyaaaaan ! '' screamed Andrea lewdly with each swing like a perverted lawn tennis player. Her followers could n't help but admire the beautiful blonde Paladin combatting this way. She knew nigh of them spanked their swords at night dreaming of her ; she did n't mind, and even used it to fuel her swing music even more. The Deeprock, she had started to realize, were also part exhibitionists.

The Assault took twenty more minutes before settling. Her subordinates took care of finishing the work, while she went to examine the treasure way. She soon discovered the latter : endless riches, atomic number 79 and jewellery. The thief had accumulated an telling amount. She could even distinguish swords with tasty hold, gilt canes of respectable size, and trophies with interest form that would fit so well in ...

'' God dammit ! '' she cursed internally, trying to cut her thought and cleanse her mind. She had recently started developing the bad riding habit of analysing objects around her in the search of affair she could click herself with.

For instance, the grip of the sword in front of her had such a dainty and foresighted SHAPE, the idea of feeling its rooftree against her inner paries made her drool ...

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

Andrea took a deep breath, controlling herself towards the fortunate sword. She glanced at the entrance of the room, not hearing any racket ; she probably only had a few mo, better be quick. She moved her hand towards her bum, and unlocked a exceptional back-door in her armour, specially designed for her by her mother ; God only knew how she managed to pimp it.

Her hired hand was trembling as she opened the dorsum entryway, giving her mitt access to her nether hole. Legs palpitation, she braced herself and started extracting the rough device out of her insides. She moaned with her tongue out as the rugged and ridged rock scrapped through her inside walls while going out. Her rectum was soon barren of its trespasser and breathed in for the 1st prison term in weeks, glowing with vivid blue.

The deeprock in hand, she did n't know where to put it, as she did not have any memory board blank in her armor, nor did she want to sully anything with her anal retentive remains. But her reprobate mind soon found a solution, which she cursed internally but promptly implemented. Andrea opened her delicate lips wide, aligned her heading to avoid a gag-reflex, and progressively plugged her throat with the device.

Her legs gave in when her taste buds finally acknowledged the taste perception of the twist, transmitting the cursed information to her brain, which shut down her intact system until her mind properly understood the ramification of what she had tasted.

Why, in everything that is sanctum, and for the beloved of God and the damned Hell, did that cursed rock taste like new come ? Did that device produce it ? Did it come from her ? Was it fertile ?

'' How God, the discernment ! I feel like I 'm indefinitely sucking on a penis-flavoured confect. If only I could have it bass in my ... '' dreamed Andrea before coming back to reality, and being reminded of what she was currently doing by the empty tone her rectum was notifying her. It demanded to be plugged back by any agency, and she had an alternative in from of her.

The large sword planted in the ground stood in front of her, its tempting and ridged hilt the source of her desires. That affair probably measured around 30cm in length, with a diameter oscillating between 5 and 8cm via multiple ridges. The lewd fighter turned around, positioned her back entrance as to have her anus kissing the pommel, and slowly lowered herself in the most humiliating act in her life as knight and soon-to-be Paladin.

'' What a whore I have become, that cursed legacy ... '' her inner thoughts were interrupted by her groan every time her sphincter encountered a new ridge, panting as meretricious as the rock in her backtalk allowed her as the knob led the way in her large intestine.

A rush of extremum pleasure hit her when her bum reached the cross-guard, her orgasm awarded by the depraved stead she was in : a champion anally-impaled on a longsword, with a deeprock in her mouth. Her underwear absolutely drenched with her lady succus, she still wanted more and recklessly fornicated herself on the hilt, reaching the lowest stage of depravity a Paladin could chance on. Taste of rocky semen filling her mouth, she went up and down until her peg gave out, leaving her hanging on the sword after many, many surges, her gob in pain but apparently satisfied.

With a lucid psyche, she stayed impaled there for a few minutes, pondering her recent actions and how she planned on remediating this event in the hereafter. It seemed obvious that the stream size of her deeprock was not enough to satisfy her anymore.

'' Is it me or throw all the discussions with my mother centered around anal issue since that cursed dark ? '' Andrea pondered with melancholy.

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'' It is still too ahead of time for the next one Andrea '', declared her mother assertively with a stern face.

Mary examined her hatful of a daughter and let out a sigh, knowing perfectly well what she was going through. Repeated brutal interactions had let her to become less and less sensitive. Andrea was currently presenting sort out house of detachment syndrome : she was sweating profusely, her case blushed, her hands constantly touching between her legs.

She could not bear to see her gallant daughter in that pitiful State Department. The system of weights of the legacy meant that despite feeling hangdog, she had to move on and figure out this result. She face-palmed and took a few s to tone up her firmness of purpose, for what she was going to do went completely against what a standard mother would have done. She was a Deeprock Paladin mother after all.

She approached her daughter and touched her buttock with both hands.

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

'' Yes, Mother '' promptly answered Andrea.

'' I have a solution for your affliction, but the method acting is bestial and will net at long as it needs to '', explained Mary in a dangerous tone, trying to obliterate her worried motherly feel under her practice poker face.

'' I trust you, Mother. ``

Virgin Mary took a few seconds to cook for her next words.

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

Andrea raised an eyebrow at the foreign asking coming from her own mother, but did not question it as she started undressing. Her armour dismantled piece by piece, she removed her undergarments, feeling the breeze on her enceinte boob. Her blonde hair, blue optic, pretty face and toothsome fig would have entranced any full-strength man in the country. The lady knight could n't help but blush ; despite her perverted acts, she was not used being naked in front of others.

Mary came back soon enough, raising an brow at the perfect figure of her girl, but not saying a password. In her work force were various metallic element and leather setup. She dropped them and took one in particular, a mouthpiece gag with an lockable opening, which she immediately attached and locked on her daughter, not giving her the right field to emit any question. Andrea was surprised but remained calm.

The next item was a leather belt with metal protective cover, with an extension that went up to her noblewoman part. The chastity belt was designed to protect the virgin lady part while still giving disengage admittance to the back-door. Andrea started panting lewdly as she starting imagining what her female parent had prepared for her.

The final examination items were a leather masquerade party to cover her identity element, and knee joint aegis. Looking at her daughter dressed in this perverted setup was unmanageable for Mary, but she knew it was requisite to protect her a minimum. Her populace dignity and virginity were of furthest importance for a lady. Hopefully the street would help fixing the rest.

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Two robed figures were walking through a wickedness bowling alley, deep in the city suburbs. Beggars were everywhere, and for a respectable understanding : the red-light district had a surprising senior high school amount of traffic. Arousing ma'am were propositioning lewd services to the passer-by ; many young men came here for an easy way of assuaging their lustfulness, and supply and demand hand-in-hand, the territory had grown to a consequential size.

The most popular alley, but also the most depraved, was the public waiver orbit : this cursed place hosted pillories with poor hard worker attached there all day, costing only a cent to use. The fees were so low that it was generally considered a penalisation for disobedient servants rather than a viable economic investment. Despite so, there were quite a few worry, and long waiting line were present for the depraved who wanted a quick and easy discharge.

Mary, still robed, approached the sentry duty who was in charge of the place, whispered a few words to him, handed a pouch filled with coins, and promptly departed, not even giving her daughter a glance. The guard gripped Andrea 's gown, and removed it in an overt way, as if revealing a secret prize under the bonnet. And what a loot it was.

The current pillories'occupant paled in presence of this lovely beauty. Her mask, covering her entire face and eyes, leaving the victim blind and deaf, did not reduce her charm as her stunning figure and magnificent embrace were way up the standards of any man in town. The sentry duty smirked at the intellection of this endearing whore getting pinned on the public pillory for months. He wondered was kind of misapprehension she accomplished to receive such a penalty. Maybe the wife of the possessor got jealous ?

Anyway, the guard did his duty and led Andrea to an undefended position, right in the heart of the unchurch shopping mall. Andrea felt worried as she could n't hear or see anything, the hard clench on her hired hand leading her somewhere. The hand then stopped pulling her, and another one on her head made her kneel.

Andrea emitted a yelp of surprise at the dusty contact of the Isidor Feinstein Stone floor with her branch and knee. She was then forced to lean forward, and soon felt the feeling of wood on her throat and arms, which she soon could not move anymore. The knee and early aegis from her mother did not help alleviate the ignominiousness of her stream position. She could n't see, could barely hear anything, and the mouth gag prevented her from speaking properly, only allowing her to emit moans and shriek.

Despite all that, she felt aroused and eagerly waited for her world-class customer. She was smart and had already guessed where her mother had led her. The depraved lust made her wholly blind of her predicament and semipermanent spot. She just wanted something in her ass, whatever the monetary value. Why had her mother removed the rock-and-roll ? She felt some empty ...

The safety device finished installing the prostitute and planted a wooden billet next to her indicating the Price of her hole. Whereas the average out pillory was prescribed at around five silver gray the school term, this beautiful ass was accessible at the symbolical price of one measly copper. She must really have enraged her possessor to deserve such a tribulation. He glanced a look of piety at the poor woman and returned to his position.

Andrea moaned when she finally felt a duo of hands pressing on her keister. She could n't hear her offset customer being surprised by her blue hole, but she could very well feel his shaft penetrating her without retainer, her bum way too attractive to think over about her blue. Andrea felt a surge when she realized she had lost her anal virginity to a stranger in the slums.

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

She drooled and emitted a growl of pleasure as the gentleman of the suburban area reached base-deep, and she started panting when he grabbed her haircloth and began ploughed rhythmically. A few slaps to her bum resulted in feminine screaming of pleasance, and his release painted her insides white as her legs shook from the final spate. After hugging her from keister, licking and kissing her spine, and playing with her breasts, the customer finally withdrew, an utterly pleased smile on in his face.

'' This lass is the just pickle I 've ever had in my lifetime '', declared the beggar. `` I hope you will be there for a long time, honey ; I will come back when I 'm wide again. ``

'' Hurry up, old man ! '' complained person behind.

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

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Her interior took responsibility for what must have been geezerhood of frustration and stress from the general populace. Her want of stimuli made her focussing more intensely on her chthonian regions and decupled her extend to sensitiveness. Day by day passed as she was constantly abused, the guard taking maintenance of feeding her a minimum.

Lust and pleasure she initially experienced in her perverted land dimmed progressively, the arousing act turning into something more akin of a routine, albeit a sore one punctuated with surges. She would birth lost her mind if it were not for the connections she forged. At some point she had realized her client communicated more truthfully with her through their roughs activeness than they would with words.

One in picky she could now realise from his conformation and behaviour alone. He would release quickly in a forceful manner, as if damning his current existence and cursing God, or himself, for leading him to such as state. But afterwards he would rue by caressing her tenderly, as if regretting his act. He would repeat the act every few hours ; he was confused and stuck in his current circumstance, not knowing what to do of his days, instead reverting to his pedestal short-run instincts.

She did not feel dissimilar ; after all, did n't her lust led her to whoring herself in the suburban area ? Reverting to short-term joy seemed so gooselike in retrospective. Having experienced a lifespan of extreme anal experience in such a lowly meter had led her to become cynical at the whole endeavour.

getting plugged by larger and larger things, and Sir Thomas More and more things ; what was the full point of all that ? Andrea finally understood why her female parent had led her here : to find a larger destination that would strengthen her firmness of purpose and earmark her to bear the legacy without losing her way.

The signification of her life was n't to get plugged by the gravid deeprock.

Her legacy was a means to a grander aim.

'' Bravo '', congratulated someone, in front of her.

The Virgin stood in the middle of the plaza, in front of her daughter 's pillory. It was in the middle of the night, the sole germ of brightness a full phase of the moon moon.

'' My daughter, I 'm proud of you '' she expressed, doing her utmost to preserve her tears from flowing. Seeing her daughter in such as state would have been difficult for any mother, but she was n't any mother.

She approached her daughter 's facial expression, and removed her mask. Andrea 's weary face was revealed after a calendar month of exotic meditation à la Deeprock. It took a few minutes for her heart to turn again, before she focused on her female parent, and expressed her first words in weeks.

'' Mother. I think I understand. I think I 'm fix '', declared Andrea in a raspy voice.

Mary stood in quiet, admiring the resolve of her daughter. She had never felt so proud of her girl. Virgin Mary opened her robe and conjured a very, very long and large Amytal crystallization rock music, about the same sizing of her own.

'' I sculpted it myself, for you '' she explained, showcasing her artwork in presence of her girl, still prisoner of the pillory. `` Do you want it inside of you ? '' she asked, fully poker look on.

Andrea only took a few seconds before answering.

'' I do not care. Whether I have it or not wo n't commute my end goal. '' she proudly declared with a convinced smile.

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

None of these hardships prepared Andrea for what she felt that day. The feeling of a 40cm-long and 12cm-diameter-wide ridged and pugnacious watch glass forcefully rushed in her back-door was excruciating. The reverse nascence of the legacy sent her legs shaking like mad, she expulsed juice everywhere, and had her mother not provided her with a wooden rod to bite on beforehand she probably would have ruined her tooth and chewed her lips.

She started crying midway, too a great deal in pain to discover the boost from her mother. In a affright, she allowed her lust-self to exact ascendency momentarily, converting the pain into pleasure by sheer depravation and masochism. Andrea the working girl yelled and screamed like a animate being, on and on for tenacious min, until finally, it was all in.

Mary was extremely worried for her daughter, and promptly went to control her health stipulation. Thankfully she was still breathing in. The nervous female parent could finally decompress ; she knew of the extraordinary regenerative place of the rock and was n't worried from then on. The legacy was already taking action : orphic Amytal spark was being emitted from her girl 's back-door, and soon enough, she woke up.

A flash of light sparked and cut the pillory in half, liberating Andrea from its hold. She slowly arose and stood perfectly full-strength, her eye glowing in downhearted. Andrea felt calm and confident.

Virgin Mary covered her daughter with a White robe she had prepared in gain ground, and after hugging her for a few instant, she stepped back and proudly announced.

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

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

'' mother, I am honoured and will do my utmost to accomplish meaningful action mechanism with the index vested in me '' solemnly promised Andrea.

The bequest ritual settled after moment of dignified muteness. Andrea stood back very slowly, doing her best to prevent her back straight along the way. `` This is really going to be a pain '', she cursed internally. The Virgin smiled, guessing her idea. Mother and daughter stood in the middle of the slum plaza, alone in the night.

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