A cloud of dust followed the crusaders, as did a cloud of fly. The radical of 20 - 25 was weary, and any cheering or singing they had started the marching with had prospicient since faded. This group of travelers was bound for the holy realm, to fight for the church, to swear out a penance worthy to secure entry into heaven. Now, they were marching, or dragging their feet through, southern Bavaria, with a prospicient journey ahead.

David was dissimilar than to the highest degree other crusader, as he lacked the spiritual zealotry typical of his companions. Instead, he had been coerced into the campaign with various of his booster to avoid persecution at home. He was tall, muscular, and only 22, so if he had waited out the war at home he would have surely been humiliated and harassed. After all, an able lad like him forsaking his friends in the holy war would surely be be to fighting for the other side, at least in the eyes of the church.

Whatever. He never liked his Village, with the ineluctable olfactory perception of manure, and stiff rules of the clergy. This would be his opportunity to escape, to see the out-of-door man. Even now, Bavaria was more beautiful than anything Saint David imagined of the outside, the alcoholic green forests with white-peaked mountains spanning the horizon.

David could try the people ahead of him talking suddenly, and there were some relieved cheers, evidently the grouping had reached the next hamlet. Then, Saint David saw it too. An vacuous looking accumulation of narrow streets sided by brick houses with red tiled ceiling, a church column, and a town lame, nestled in a small valley. The appearance of red tiled ceiling, as opposed to wooden shingles, indicated to Saint David and some others that they were getting farther Confederacy, closer to their terminus. Some of the crusaders picked up a call, and soon enough they were all singing as they marched into the streets.

The town was, as its appearance suggested, mostly empty. Obviously to the highest degree inhabitants had already left for the holy solid ground. Because of this, finding accommodation for David and his friends turned out to be as simple as kicking in a few wooden room access until a satisfactory ( luxurious ) dwelling house was found. With a room settled, they turned their priorities to the next pressing essential.

nighttime fell, which made finding the nearest tap house an well-situated chore as well. It turned out to be one of the few lit building. However, the previous wave of crusader had obviously depleted the supply of liquor to nil. St. David's friends were especially displeased.

"Not even a good drunkenness after such a long day ! What a disappointment of a tap house"Rowan exclaimed loudly, within hearing of the tavern's keeper. This seemed to nark him greatly.

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

David, being the smartest of his friends, thought about how to clear the liquor problem. Maybe if there were another tavern or another storage, something that had closed before most crusaders had come through town. EUREKA !
He remembered a building they had passed by when finding adjustment, David had looked in through cracks in the boarded-up doorway to see a room with drum, and miscellany of small glass bottleful. That might accept what wanted. Jacques Louis David stood up and made an proclamation to his champion, trying to mock importance.

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

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

Finding the building again was easy, the Ithiel Town was small and relatively wad. But getting inside was a challenge. By pulling out a few liberal boards, St. David managed to squeeze through the doorframe. There was enough moonshine through a window at the rear of the elbow room to see around, and David squinted his heart to see what loot might deliver itself.

The start affair he noticed was that most bottles were obviously not liquor, and the barrels were empty. Instead, the bottles, although full, were labelled with hastily scrawn government note, mostly illegible. Some nursing bottle also had liquid state, solid and powder David didn't recognize. It seemed that he had stumbled into the science lab of an alchemist or individual of interchangeable profession. But even alchemists are man, and there could still be some alcohol to be found, perhaps hidden.

The first base place David tried to expect was in the roof amongst the rafters. Picking a stool to brook on, he positioned it and tried to climb up onto it to get a good view of the drab operating cost.

CRACK ! THUD ! The can's shortest leg snapped in half, and David fell onto the floor. However, as he got up he noticed that the floor board he landed on had broken, to unveil a enshroud compartment beneath his feet. He moved the tattered instrument panel, and EUREKA once more ! several stopple trash bottles, concealed before, were now exposed.
David pulled one out at random, concealed the stash with the floor board once again, and removed the cork of the bottle with a quickly tug. An intensely acerbic aroma pervaded his nostrils, like to the gustation of copper. Odd, he had never tried any drunkenness like this. But this Ithiel Town has tiled roofs instead of shake, affair are evidently different around here. He tasted a sip. Sweet heavens, this was the bland, sweetest liquid he had ever tasted ! He tried another gulping, but the feeding bottle seemed to be getting further away as the room got darker and his body got heavier. His sight faded and his rump was assaulted by the storey once again.

Soft rag. So soft.

Was he still on the trading floor ? No. The floor wasn't this lenient. Did his friends find him and bring him back to their borrowed way ? No, he never told them where he went. Where in the fuck was he ?

A hand touched his wrist and he jerked awake. A womanhood was standing there, her face shrouded by her long brown hair.

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

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

"I'm alright, thanks. Let me just-"David tried to move his leg but nothing happened."I can't move ”.

The woman smiled knowingly.

"I'm not surprised, judging by how much of that you drank."

David looked at her questioningly. How did she have it away what it was ?

She replied to his unspoken question.

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

At the watchword ‘ potions'she paused.

"Are you a Wiccan ?"Jacques Louis David asked jokingly.

Her eyes flashed a yellow colouration for a endorsement, but David dismissed it as his imagination.

"Are you ?"

"Does it matter ?"

St. David thought about it.

"How do I know you aren't going to kill me ?"

She laughed, her grimace lifting momentarily.

"Honey, I haven't had serious company for a long time, alright ? Killing you is the finale thing I'd want."

The flame made a tear dissonance, and the woman turned away to tend to it. The attack ? David's eyes focused now, he was fully awake. He was in a room, vacuous save for a bed, fireplace and doorway, without Windows. The room was probably 15 feet long by 20 wide-eyed. The bed was wonderful, adorned with sheet of paper and fur, and he was lying sprawled out, naked. NAKED ? David panicked, pulling the sheets to concentrate around his nether area. The woman looked back at him and chuckled when she saw. David realized she was burning his clothes in the brick fireplace.

"What the snake pit are you doing ?"

"If it would take a shit you sense better, I could go naked too"

"Its alright ”. David instantly regretted his response. Looking at her, she looked about his age, with a skillful soundbox, female chest and fag. She was wearing a frock that could have just been a late blanket, tightly cloaking her body.

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

David nodded in recognition.

"What do I call you ?"

"Trisha. And you ?"

"David."


The next day the touch was brought back in his legs, and David could make minor movements. However Trisha still insisted on feeding him a mixture of herbaceous plant in his food that would"pee him sense better ”.

Once Trisha left the room and locked the doorway after David finished feeding, he carefully walked over to the tabular array. His version skills were minimal but existent, he had learned some words from studying in church.

The book had a ingathering of recipes, several circled. The encircle ones were for fortitude… that was strength… magnit- and something indecipherable, maybe size ? The finale was obedient. That was obvious for anyone. Reading over them again, St. David realized something, shocked. He wasn't being kept here to recover, she was trying to turn him into some sort of striver, or automaton. He had to work fast before she came back.

Using the description in the Koran, David managed to take the strength potion easily. But he didn't know how to apply it. Taking a drop, he put it on his tongue. It had a cool numbing outcome, but the one drop was effective enough for him to finger an straightaway change. His muscle grew and tightened around his physical structure. Looking at his reflection in a copper cup, he saw he was absolutely ripped now. Good.

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

The doorway was belittled, so David reasoned he would have to take the size potion once he got outside. Using his new strength, he pulled, and pushed at the door, but it was locked well. Hmm. With a mighty fist, he punched it as hard as he could. BANG. Instead of punching down the door, he had just made a circular hole in the essence. nookie. Then he heard footsteps. stunt woman fuck.

Jacques Louis David knew this was it, so he took a spot of the size potion and put it on his tongue. Keeping his eyes level with a spot on the room access, he waited for his body to grow and for the room access to spread out. Ready to go goliath on some fuckers he thought. Then he felt something. Instead of his point, stage, body or arms, his turncock was slowly expanding. Becoming erect, to normal sizing, it began growing once more, to nine, ten inch. Saint David laughed at his foolishness and admired his oeuvre. Not what he expected but that should issue forth in handy once he left this prison. A clenched fist hit him in the bureau and he fell onto the sharpness of the bed beside the fireplace, grimacing from the pain. Trisha was standing there over him. She was still wearing her unusual wearing apparel, and in her unclenched hand she held a brusk knife.

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

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

"And what was that ?"

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

The cleaning lady laughed.

"I wanted a mate, you were a bit too smart to chase after villagers and dig holes all day."

"What was the departure ?"

"Here ”.

Trisha slipped the blanket dress off her shoulders, and the unanimous thing fell on the floor. David got a brief glance of her pale snowy skin, her breasts, disappointingly small with red pointy mammilla, and a triangle of hair between her legs above a small pussy. The tone was brief however as she stepped forward and grabbed his head, kissing him. The put away duo fell backwards onto the bed. David was shocked by the warmness, so he responded by kissing back.

Without wearable already, stimulation was minimal. As they kissed, Trisha put one manus, then both hands on David's tumefy fellow member and started jerking him off rhythmically. Saint David responded by gripping her ass and rubbing her pussy, now starting to radiate heat and moisture.

She grabbed his cock firmly, and was about to sit on him when David suddenly flipped her over, and all at once, pushed it into her pussy from prat. The surprise pleased her but there was still some pain and she moaned as she took the length. Using her rose hip as handles, he repeatedly pulled himself into her as she took it on her hands and human knee.

They switched sides eventually and then she was riding him, while he caressed her nipple. After several minutes though it was obvious she was not going to shoemaker's last. David felt her pussy clench as muscleman around her body bend. The Trisha's optic rolled into her pass as she orgasmed, and she made a soft groaning randomness. David kissed her, but he too had reached the edge. His mind had a light show while he blew an tremendous encumbrance into Trisha, still moaning in his arms.

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