drop curtain of sweats flew in the air as the knight in armour barely avoided the stuff spear. The spar had lasted more than the average combat length, and it showed as the two adversary caught their breath, both exhausted. The knight and the get old man silently faced each former, waiting for the slightest second of weakness from the other side.

'' Enough '' declared the old man, lowering his spear. `` Andrea Deeprock has proved her worth. I hereby declare she knows how to campaign, and have nothing more to teach her '' he proclaimed, looking at her with a lofty gaze.

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

The helmet off revealed a beautiful blond woman in her early-twenties with aristocratical eyes, sweating profusely as her haircloth stuck on her face. She would have been the nonesuch of a perfect lady if not for her fierce gaze and small scars on her skin that told of her hardships. She dropped her helmet and raised her clenched fist to the sky in a celebrating manner.

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

Twenty-four years. It had taken her 24 year to meet the demand to become a hero. These frighten precondition, imposed by her mother, the stream Saint hero, had nearly pushed her to the bound. Absolute command of study, knighthood etiquette, and melee scrap, were world that would have taken a normal human 's entire life to control just one, but she had managed to do all three.

'' To become a Paladin, to replace Me, study the fine art and skill, and master the spear. Only then will I instil you with the sacred knowledge of champion passed down from generation to multiplication ! '' had demanded her mother, many age ago.

And Andrea had upheld her promise.

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evening ; having celebrated her accomplishments with her knight associate, Andrea decidedly walked towards the largest complex body part in the metropolis, the holy man Cathedral, where her female parent took berth. One of her mother 's undertaking was to say mickle, so she knew where to find her. Standing on the entranceway, she opened the large double doors without any cautiousness, casually interrupting the nightly ceremony.

The consultation turned their capitulum and sat silent, admiring the pretty distaff knight crossing through the central aisle with firm footprint. She stopped before the altar, pointing her glaze at the adult female saying the mass, a bombastic ledger in her paw. The religious woman had esteemed papal vestments which she wore proudly, standing straight person with her articulatio humeri back.

In all these years, she had never seen the woman bend down to anyone. She stayed calmness at all point, saved her words for important matters, and kept her face still against any hard knocks. This dame holding volume on passive Nox was a pure demon on the battlefield, spreading bloodshed while protecting allies. This prideful woman was her mother, the Saint champion Mary.



Frugal with Son, she directly inquired her daughter 's comer with an asking coup d'oeil, raising an inquiring eyebrow.

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

Her mother, usually still as an ocean, suddenly reddened with unusual emotion before quickly controlling herself, managing to emit a few mop up words to the residue of the audience.

'' pricy members, this eventide 's mass has come to an end. May you have a good nighttime, and God bless you all '' she struggled to declare.

The consultation quickly understood and promptly left, the matters between a angel paladin and her daughter being way above what their status could yield. A few minutes later, the cathedral was annul except for the two similarly looking blond women.

'' Andrea, my girl, let me first congratulate you for your crusade, I am proud of you '' expressed Mary with a motherly smiling, sweat building up on her forehead.

She did not have the military capability to fend still and slowly went down to sit down, her back still standing straight even in her condition.

'' Mother ! Are you feeling honk ? '' expressed Andrea with business concern, approaching her mother and only her hands.

'' headache not my lamb, sickness it is not ; you will bang soon enough '' she declared with a mysterious tone of vocalisation.

Blessed Virgin took sight of her girl in armor, looking as beautiful as a thorny rose. A parting of her mind was tidal bore to see how she would transform under the damned operation, while the rest simply despised the bane of responsibility her family had to hold. She strengthened her resoluteness and slowly stood up, her back straight throughout the whole raise, her daughter assisting her.

Blessed Virgin 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 Saint Paladin. Are you ready to accept your fate, and embody the responsibility endured by the Deeprock family generations after generations ? ''

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

'' I, Andrea Deeprock, am cook to shoulder that responsibility. ``

A fateful silence settled, symbolic of a historical present moment where a Saint Paladin would sink on the baton to the next generation ; or in this pillowcase, a stone.

'' marvellous ! '' expressed Blessed Virgin with a goofy smile. `` Now, keep abreast me ... '' she said while turning back, towards a backdoor hidden behind the presbytery.

mother and daughter walked down a long series of steps, the latter with office apprehension, constituent mental confusion, and part excitement. The stairs, initially well-polished wood, progressively became jumpy and rougher as it went down. The tunnel transitioned to a still descending cavern with humid Edward Durell Stone paries, the sole seed of weak being the blowlamp that Madonna conjured from somewhere underneath her clothes.

After what felt like an timelessness, they finally arrived in front of large stone doubled doors. Mary turned her head to check that her girl was still there, nodding at her with a comforting and mysterious smile, before pushing the doorway open.

'' Beautiful ! '' expressed Andrea upon entering.

The threshold opened on a magnificent and impressive spherical open infinite ; the flooring on the slope and the totality of the cap were filled with stalactites and stalagmites, large extrusion of rock 'n' roll and quartz glass, and for an unknown reason, they glowed with a majestic blue light that gave the elbow room a sanctified feel, as if this blank space had been handcrafted by God Himself.

An altar made of the same blue crystal stood in the center ; on it were showcased many smaller crystallization of unlike sizes and exotic human body. Andrea stew profusely in savvy, not certain what these devices were for. Virgin Mary stopped in the centre of the spherical room, right in figurehead of the communion table, and turned to face up her daughter. The champion 's peg were shaking, half because of having walked such a long distance, the other because of what was going happen.

'' Andrea my daughter, it is finally, finally time ! We will now proceed with the extraction ritual, which is a Deeprock tradition that all novice have to behold and follow through ! '' expressed Mary with a lewd and goofy smile.

Andrea looked at her female parent with double-dyed mental confusion as the woman walked towards the altar where she, for the for the first time time in Andrea 's life, bent her total upper-body, making a 90 arcdegree angle with her peg, her hands on the altar. Her heartrate rose, she started panting.

'' Andrea, my daughter ... '' she spoke, breathing louder and louder, her legs shaking in full phase of the moon effect, `` go inside my robe and behold the secret I have embodied for now twenty long days ! '' she could barely command, spouting drool all over the altar.



Andrea 's muddiness did not allow her to recall too long and she approached her mother 's vestments before lifting them and peeking inside. A few sec of intense quiet passed before ...

'' YOU WHORE ! '' screamed the daughter, tearing her mother 's clothes apart, letting her see the wrong in full-of-the-moon view.

It was as if she was inhabited by a huge parasite : a very, very large endpoint of a blue crystal stood out from her mother 's rear-end, her gob stretched to an inhuman spoke, 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 vauntingly enough that it would n't leave easily. While she could n't see the rock directly, the protrusion on her depraved mother 's bowel and venter was enough to give a rough estimation of the behemoth : at least 40cm in length, with a 13cm all-encompassing diameter at the base.

Andrea took a few minute of arc to compile herself, the wrath leaving space to utter confusion and, worst of all, the fear of the unknown region. She thought she understood her female parent, but it had become crystal exonerate that she did not at all, not in the least.

'' Mother, paragon paladin Mary Deeprock, explain yourself ! '' she demanded with a fierce voice. `` Why do you ... '' she wanted to ask before her head unfortunately started connecting the DoT. Her eyes widened at the realization.

'' paladin of Deeprock, a crystal cave, anal debauchery ... '' she put her hands on her rima oris, as if trying to force her from emitting the logical conclusion, `` Oh God ... ''

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

'' Now now, let 's move on with the rite, I have a lot to tell you as you can ideate '' she explained. `` You see that matter ? '' she asked while raising her filled bottom higher in the air in a submissive style. `` Remove it '' she expressed lewdly with a trice.

Andrea approached her mother, put one paw on her buttock, and gripped the plug with the early, moving it slowly to test the piddle. Mary moaned slightly, and started taking large hint to prepare herself for the wallop. The John Rock crystal seemed deeply embedded in her female parent 's behind ; this was going to be painful and take a while.

The replacement strengthened her traveling bag on the plug, like she would with a spear, and slowly started extracting the device from her dear and depraved mother. Mary suddenly sharply yell as her anal slope, which were probably merged with the amobarbital sodium rock by now, painfully dissociated themselves from the intruder. Andrea did n't deal and continued pulling.

The screams, one-half pleasure half pain, became vociferation, and call became bellows as her mother emitted near-inhuman low sounds. She had already lost the support from her legs and was directly laying on the altar. Andrea could see with her eyes the hump retracting from her depressed abdomen ; she was literally extracting 10 % of that poor 's char weight out of her ass. Andrea felt like an executioner forcibly removing a limb from her victim ; she never thought that in her biography of Knight and soon-to-be champion she would be handling anal retentive plugs, even less from her mother.

The crystal behemoth finally popped-out of its receptacle with an breathing in sound, her mother 's anal duct not having breathed in twenty long time. It was an everlasting mess hall : the twist in her hand was the most precious and beautiful piece of crystal she had ever seen, but it was soaked with her mother 's anal remains, the smell indescribable.

Andrea prevented herself from vomiting by sheer will, but that was before taking at deeply look at her mother 's insides. Her inner walls were glowing blueing after twenty days of cohabitation with the lechatelierite. Her anus could not be described as a hole anymore : it had become an open case, waiting for its sword to be plugged. Her sphincter could only produce a few feeble vibe that comically made her anus expression like it was trying to formulate words. And this back-end mouthpiece was clearly pleading for the return of the bass rock.

audio of regurgitation echoed in the quartz glass room. Blue roach were burned onto her eyes and idea ; she would not forget that sight ever in her sprightliness. The miserable cleaning woman who endured the drastic mass descent lay unconscious on the altar like an discharge flask, having screamed her throat out, and cried her heart out. What remained of her clothes was absolutely fuddled of her womanly fluids, having had the orgasm she was fated to have all of her life.

Andrea took a long time to garner herself. She was still holding the gravid behemoth in her hired hand, not knowing what to do with it. Her analytical nous immediately started running overdrive, trying to establish sense of the situation. Her female parent had survived with that thing in her insides for all these years, so it had to have some healing properties.

'' I ca n't consider she really meant it when she talked about embodying that responsibility ... What a depraved bequest ! '' she complained as she aimed the rock towards her female parent 's behind. `` Mother, if you can hear me, brace yourself '', she declared, before sheathing the giant once again inside the unconscious Paladin.

Her body spasmed with liveliness when half of the twist had penetrated her. Amytal light emitted from her rolled heart for a few seconds before slowly focusing forward. Virgin Mary had her headway in the swarm and thought of going back to log Z's when her brain suddenly retransmitted the feeling of the foreign but familiar object being injected in her ass. Her eyes widened and she resumed her shout of debase pleasure and torturing, orgasming like she never had along the boring thrust.

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

Mary sprayed her fluids at her girl 's words, the post too humble and depraved. Wearing the artefact for so prospicient had made her into a grievous masochist, which contrasted severely with the cold mental attitude she had to espouse in public as the Saint Paladin. Revealing her rattling persona to her daughter in this particular circumstance was her furthermost fantasy, and so, when the rock finally connected and the base was all in, only the flanged end protruding from her arse end, she breathed a sigh of utter satisfaction.

Andrea waited silently, standing with her arms crossed. After a few minutes for Mary to recoup enough energy, the nonsuch champion went behind the altar to retrieve and tire a plain blanched robe. section of her dignity regained, she went back to case her daughter who was eagerly waiting for a deep, rich explanation.

'' Thank you for your aid Andrea, I needed that. It was enjoyable '', said Blessed Virgin in a clear voice, her gaze apologetic.

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

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

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The nostalgic aroma of Gallus gallus broth spread around the small stone room. The dining table, great enough for two the great unwashed, was provided with a few house cookery dishes, making Andrea wonder how her mother had had the time to check the required skill. They ate in secretiveness, knowing that discussing the cursed subject was not compatible with appetite.

Bowl vacuous, Andrea could n't accept the tensed atmosphere and took the initiative.

'' Does it hurt ? '' she asked, looking at her mother, sat with a seemingly perfect posture, if someone did n't have it away the reason behind it.

Mary delicately dropped her spoon, and focused on her daughter, weighing her news with caution. She had to convince her daughter to engage the legacy as soon as possible, and she did n't want to check the transmittal because of an unfortunate use of language.

'' The crystal is special, it attenuates nigh of the irritating ace. It 's fine as long as I do not move in a way that would surmount a certain threshold '', she meticulously expressed. She sounded sincere because she indeed did not lie ; though she did omit the part about the increase in delight sensitivity.

Andrea did not reply to her mother 's parole, and silence reigned again for a few minutes, the two cleaning woman trying to find the best Angle to pursue the touchy and rocky subject. Madonna thought of something, and tried a bold angle.

'' Maybe ... would you like to try ? '' she asked with a mystic smiling, trying to elicit some oddment from her daughter.

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

What The Virgin instinctively knew and her daughter did n't was that 300 days of tradition had made her genetically disposed and fated to throw matter in her ass. A Deeprock descendent was somehow eventually bound to embody the artifact ; it was only a topic of time. Hence, it was cancel that Mary was equipped with the arguments to convince her daughter Knight.



'' The quartz confers you with increased strength, mental resilience, and bring forward regeneration. The vainglorious it is, the larger the effect '' she revealed with an agreement smile, knowing full well how her girl would react, just like she had in her youth.

Andrea 's eyes widened, and she put her script to her mentum, reflecting deeply on what her mother had revealed, and weighing the pros and sting. She eventually strengthened her resoluteness, put her hand on the table, focused on her mother, and tentatively asked :

'' Do ... you have a small one ? '' asked the beautiful cleaning woman, blushing out of shamefulness.

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No drib of sweats flew in the air as the knight in armour easily avoided the stuff spear.

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

'' Thank you '', expressed Andrea with a cold salamander face, standing straight person with sweat dropping from her frontal bone. `` With that, I will take 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 breathing space. Fully naked, she unlocked her face grammatical construction and let her tongue out while falling on her knees. She moaned with pleasance as she touched herself turbulently.

Her head laying on her bed, she raised her behind in the air, then took grip of the jumpy bit protruding from her anus, and pulled it back and Forth. She screamed in pain and pleasure as she fornicated herself with the little blueing rock, 10cm in distance, ruining her mess with the unpolished stone.

Her mother had told her that the unpolished office was part of the legacy and was supposed to prompt them of their duty by making the addition in power a painful ordeal, but after having tested it for a few workweek herself, she was now win over her antecedent was simply a depraved masochist who had found a perverted way of abusing the regenerative boon for depraved pleasure purposes.

She was glad the rock at least magically took care of her anal waste somehow, making her life easier. This cursed token simply pushed her to venture into the worst site possible for a seemingly maximum sum of money of pain and delight. The blessing given by the crystal was fortunately enough to survive any trial by ordeal encountered, though at the monetary value of its owner 's sanity.

She simply could n't visualise how her mother was still, mostly, relatively sane after all these old age of lowering equipment. Day by day she felt the craving increase, and this cursed artifact that she found daunting at the beginning was now reaching the limit of its efficiency.

She wanted more.

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Sounds of galloping horses resounded fiercely throughout the woodland in a rhythmic fashion. The small radical of knight had been riding together for three hours now, and their tiredness started to show.

'' police chief Andrea 's resolve in keeping her full-plate armor and even her helmet at any prison term is astounding ! '' exclaimed one of them, making sure not to be heard by the paladin apprentice at the front of the company. `` It is no wonder she is worth becoming the next saint Paladin ... ''

The young squire was right about her resolve, but not in the right 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 persist on the buck while holding her moans.

She rhythmically reaped what she sowed, the rock grinding her anal retentive walls with every bouncing. She felt execrable, but at the Same prison term averaged a surge of pleasure every few minutes. Her wretched mount was utterly drenched in her ma'am juice, which she hope she could excuse as sweat for wearing the armour.

She had felt positive when asking her female parent for the following stride in the rite, finding the knowledgeableness too easygoing after a few calendar week ; she had clearly inserted more than she could accept, and that cursed task from the cardinal did n't help. How could she block about horse-ridding, the nemesis of the Deeprock phratry ?

In all her life, she had never seen her mother ride a horse, despite being the Saint Paladin, and even the use of posture was pretty uncommon, trammel to the events of utmost importance. She never understood why, until that demonstrate day. Indeed, she would now never blank out the feeling of having a 20cm rock grinding her insides on horseback for tenacious hours, while having to behave in front of her comrades.

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'' How did this damn hero found our den ? ! Run for your lives ! '' shouted the brigand, dropping his sword to scuttle hastily.

Andrea stepped in the cave slowly, taking necessity step to not let a 1 one flee. She did n't need to berth herself when sword-branding gull were approaching her. Instead, she would simply swing her sword from afar ; the force generated by the work stoppage cut through the air like a wind blade, neatly severing the unfortunate men in numerous bloody parts.

Each swing sent a knifelike prickling emanating oceanic abyss from her lower vertebral column, making her grit her teeth and her forefront sweaty. Her allies always confused her blushed face, panting and restraint of moves for drawbacks of some champion sword techniques, but as usual with the Deeprock family, the Sojourner Truth was always deeply buried.

The cut were extremely gross from a technical standpoint, it was the best she could do with such as device plugged in her. No, what really powered them were her pleasure surges. Within each jive, she would forcefully compress her anatomical sphincter and anal muscleman to set off a spate. Only a Paladin apprentice who studied and trained her entire aliveness had the genial capacitance to resist the pleasure soaker while retaining a modicum of poker case compared to what she felt internally.

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

The ravishment took twenty more minutes before settling. Her underling took concern of finishing the work, while she went to examine the treasure room. She soon discovered the latter : endless riches, atomic number 79 and jewellery. The thieves had accumulated an impressive amount. She could even distinguish steel with tasty handles, gilded canes of respectable size, and trophies with interest shapes that would fit so well in ...

'' God dammit ! '' she cursed internally, trying to cut her thoughts and clean her mind. She had recently started developing the bad habit of analysing objects around her in the lookup of affair she could penetrate herself with.

For example, the handle of the sword in front line of her had such a nice and long flesh, the idea of feeling its rooftree against her inner walls made her boloney ...

She slapped herself, regaining control of her thinking ; but she could already experience the pauperism 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 hint, controlling herself towards the halcyon sword. She glanced at the entrance of the room, not hearing any dissonance ; she probably only had a few second, better be quick. She moved her hand towards her bum, and unlocked a special back-door in her armor, specially designed for her by her mother ; God only knew how she managed to procure it.

Her bridge player was trembling as she opened the back entrance, giving her mitt admittance to her nether hole. wooden leg shaking, she braced herself and started extracting the rough device out of her insides. She moaned with her natural language out as the rugged and ridged rock-and-roll scrapped through her interior walls while going out. Her rectum was soon free of its intruder and breathed in for the first prison term in workweek, glowing with vivid blue.

The deeprock in deal, she did n't cognize where to put it, as she did not have any memory space in her armour, nor did she want to stain anything with her anal clay. But her debauch mind soon found a solution, which she cursed internally but promptly implemented. Andrea opened her ticklish lips all-inclusive, aligned her head to avoid a gag-reflex, and progressively plugged her throat with the device.

Her ramification gave in when her taste buds finally acknowledged the taste of the device, transmitting the cursed information to her brainpower, which shut down her entire organisation until her judgment properly understood the ramification of what she had tasted.

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

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

The large blade planted in the ground stood in straw man 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 champion turned around, positioned her back entrance as to accept 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 intimate view were interrupted by her moans every meter her anatomical sphincter encountered a new ridge, panting as loud as the rock in her mouth allowed her as the knob led the way in her large intestine.

A surge of extreme pleasure hit her when her bum reached the cross-guard, her coming awarded by the depraved spatial relation she was in : a champion anally-impaled on a longsword, with a deeprock in her mouth. Her underwear absolutely drenched with her ma'am juice, she still wanted more and recklessly fornicated herself on the hilt, reaching the low-pitched levels of depravity a fighter could attain. appreciation of jolty semen filling her backtalk, she went up and down until her legs gave out, leaving her hanging on the sword after many, many surges, her yap in infliction but apparently satisfied.

With a lucid mind, she stayed impaled there for a few minutes, pondering her recent action and how she planned on remediating this outcome in the future. It seemed obvious that the current size of her deeprock was not enough to satisfy her anymore.

'' Is it me or stimulate all the treatment with my female parent centered around anal affair 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 female parent assertively with a stern face.

Mary examined her muckle of a girl and let out a sigh, knowing perfectly well what she was going through. Repeated beastly interaction had let her to suit less and less spiritualist. Andrea was currently presenting readable signs of climb-down syndrome : she was sweating profusely, her nerve blushed, her hands constantly touching between her legs.

She could not have to see her proud daughter in that misfortunate DoS. The weight of the legacy meant that despite feeling guilty, she had to incite on and puzzle out this offspring. She face-palmed and took a few seconds to tone her resoluteness, for what she was going to do went completely against what a criterion mother would have done. She was a Deeprock Paladin female parent after all.

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

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

'' Yes, female parent '' promptly answered Andrea.

'' I have a solution for your affliction, but the method is brutal and will last at long as it needs to '', explained Mary in a good tone, trying to obscure her interest motherly look under her practice session salamander face.

'' I trust you, female parent. ``

Mary took a few second base to prepare for her next words.

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

Andrea raised an eyebrow at the strange request coming from her own mother, but did not wonder it as she started undressing. Her armour dismantled piece by bit, she removed her unmentionable, feeling the walkover on her enceinte chest. Her blond pilus, blue eyes, pretty expression and luscious soma would have entranced any straight man in the country. The lady knight could n't facilitate but blush ; despite her perverted act, she was not used being naked in front of others.

Mary came back soon enough, raising an supercilium at the perfect figure of her daughter, but not saying a Son. In her hands were various metallic element and leather setup. She dropped them and took one in particular proposition, a mouth gag with an lockable opening, which she immediately attached and locked on her daughter, not giving her the rightfulness to emit any head. Andrea was surprised but remained calm.

The adjacent particular was a leather belt with alloy protection, with an annex that went up to her Lady part. The chastity belt was designed to protect the virgin peeress part while still giving free access to the back-door. Andrea started panting lewdly as she starting imagining what her mother had prepared for her.

The concluding item were a leather masque to obliterate her identity, and knee protections. Looking at her girl dressed in this demoralize apparatus was difficult for Mary, but she knew it was requisite to protect her a lower limit. Her public self-worth and virginity were of utmost importance for a dame. Hopefully the street would help fixing the rest.

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Two robed number were walking through a saturnine bowling alley, deep in the city suburbs. beggar were everywhere, and for a beneficial reason : the red-light district had a surprising high amount of money of traffic. Arousing Lady were propositioning lewd services to the passer-by ; many young men came here for an easy way of assuaging their lust, and supply and need hand-in-hand, the district had grown to a consequential size.

The most popular alley, but also the most depraved, was the public discharge area : this damn place hosted pillories with poor slaves attached there all day, costing only a penny to use. The fees were so low that it was generally considered a penalisation for unruly handmaid rather than a feasible economical investiture. Despite so, there were quite a few occupied, and long queue were present for the depraved who wanted a flying and easy discharge.

Mary, still robed, approached the safeguard who was in charge of the place, whispered a few discussion to him, handed a pouch filled with coins, and promptly departed, not even giving her daughter a glimpse. The sentry duty gripped Andrea 's robe, and removed it in an overt fashion, as if revealing a occult prize under the hood. And what a prize it was.

The current pillories'occupants paled in front of this lovely beauty. Her mask, covering her entire face and eyes, leaving the victim blind and deaf, did not repress her charm as her arresting frame and magnificent boob were way up the touchstone of any man in town. The sentry duty smirked at the thought process of this lovely whore getting pinned on the public pillory for months. He wondered was kind of mistake she accomplished to receive such a penalization. Maybe the wife of the proprietor got jealous ?

Anyway, the sentry duty did his duty and led Andrea to an open air topographic point, right in the middle of the excommunicate plaza. Andrea felt care as she could n't pick up or see anything, the hard grip on her hand leading her somewhere. The hand then stopped pulling her, and another one on her head made her kneel.

Andrea emitted a yelp of surprisal at the inhuman contact of the Isidor Feinstein Stone floor with her legs and knees. She was then forced to lean forward, and soon felt the feeling of woodwind on her throat and arms, which she soon could not be active anymore. The knee and other protections from her mother did not help assuage the disgracefulness of her current attitude. She could n't see, could barely hear anything, and the lip gag prevented her from speaking properly, only allowing her to emit groan and screaming.

Despite all that, she felt aroused and eagerly waited for her first off client. She was wise and had already guessed where her female parent had led her. The depraved luxuria made her completely blind of her predicament and semipermanent position. She just wanted something in her ass, whatever the cost. Why had her mother removed the rock ? She felt some empty ...

The guard finished installing the whore and planted a wooden C. W. Post following to her indicating the toll of her hole. Whereas the average pillory was prescribed at around five silvers the session, this beautiful ass was approachable at the symbolic price of one measly pig. She must really experience enraged her owner to deserve such a visitation. He glanced a looking of piety at the inadequate woman and returned to his position.

Andrea moaned when she finally felt a couplet of hand pressing on her buns. She could n't hear her first client being surprised by her bluish hole, but she could very well find his tool penetrating her without considerateness, her bum way too attractive to ruminate about her blueness. Andrea felt a upsurge when she realized she had lost her anal virginity to a unknown in the slums.

She, a hero apprentice, really had become a cheap tart ; and she realized she did n't dislike it. Until recently Andrea had led a life of a sinless knight and scholarly person, which only served to overthrow her further more when she discovered her dark slope. The want of debut to anything remotely unholy had made her extremely vulnerable and now hooked on lust.

She drooled and emitted a growl of pleasure as the valet of the suburbs reached base-deep, and she started panting when he grabbed her hair and began ploughed rhythmically. A few slaps to her bum resulted in feminine howler of pleasure, and his liberation painted her insides white as her legs shook from the final surge. After hugging her from bottom, licking and kissing her back, and playing with her chest, the customer finally withdrew, an absolutely pleased smiling on in his face.

'' This lass is the best hole I 've ever had in my life '', declared the beggar. `` I hope you will be there for a prospicient clock time, love ; I will come back when I 'm full again. ``

'' rushing up, old man ! '' complained someone behind.

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

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Her interior took responsibility for what must let been geezerhood of defeat and focus from the general populace. Her lack of stimuli made her focus more intensely on her nether area and decupled her touch sensitivity. Day by day passed as she was constantly abused, the sentry go taking care of feeding her a minimum.

lecherousness and pleasure she initially experienced in her depraved state dimmed progressively, the arousing act turning into something more kin of a routine, albeit a atrocious one punctuated with upsurge. She would have lost her mind if it were not for the connections she forged. At some dot she had realized her customers communicated more truthfully with her through their roughs action than they would with words.

One in particular proposition she could now recognize from his bod and behaviour alone. He would release quickly in a forceful manner, as if damning his current universe and cursing God, or himself, for leading him to such as United States Department of State. But afterwards he would repent by caressing her tenderly, as if regretting his act. He would reprise the act every few hours ; he was confused and stuck in his current condition, not knowing what to do of his days, instead reverting to his base short-term instincts.

She did not feel dissimilar ; after all, did n't her lust led her to whoring herself in the suburbs ? Reverting to short-term pleasure seemed so foolish in retrospective. Having experienced a lifespan of extreme anal experience in such a small prison term had led her to become cynical at the totally endeavour.

getting plugged by larger and larger things, and more and more than things ; what was the point of all that ? Andrea finally understood why her mother had led her here : to see a heavy goal that would strengthen her resolve and allow her to deliver the legacy without losing her way.

The meaning of her life was n't to get plugged by the prominent deeprock.

Her bequest was a means to a grander aim.

'' assassinator '', congratulated someone, in forepart of her.

Blessed Virgin stood in the middle of the plaza, in movement of her girl 's pillory. It was in the eye of the night, the only origin of light a wax moon.

'' My daughter, I 'm proud of you '' she expressed, doing her utmost to go on her rent 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 side, and removed her mask. Andrea 's tired look was revealed after a calendar month of exotic meditation à la Deeprock. It took a few minutes for her middle to ferment again, before she focused on her mother, and expressed her showtime tidings in weeks.

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

The Virgin stood in silence, admiring the resolve of her daughter. She had never felt so proud of her daughter. Mary opened her robe and conjured a very, very long and large blue air crystal rock, about the same size of her own.

'' I sculpted it myself, for you '' she explained, showcasing her nontextual matter in front of her girl, still prisoner of the pillory. `` Do you need it inside of you ? '' she asked, full salamander face on.

Andrea only took a few second base before answering.

'' I do not care. Whether I have it or not wo n't change my end destination. '' she proudly declared with a surefooted smile.

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

None of these rigourousness prepared Andrea for what she felt that day. The feeling of a 40cm-long and 12cm-diameter-wide ridged and rough crystal forcefully rushed in her back-door was excruciating. The rearward birth of the legacy sent her legs shaking like mad, she expulsed juices 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 much in pain to see the encouragements from her mother. In a panic, she allowed her lust-self to get hold of control momentarily, converting the pain into pleasure by sheer depravity and masochism. Andrea the bawd yelled and screamed like a creature, on and on for long minutes, until finally, it was all in.

Mary was extremely interest for her daughter, and promptly went to watch her health experimental condition. Thankfully she was still breathing in. The anxious mother could finally relax ; she knew of the extraordinary regenerative properties of the rock and was n't worried from then on. The legacy was already taking action : mysterious blue Light 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 cargo deck. She slowly arose and stood perfectly straight, her eyes glowing in blue. Andrea felt calm and sure-footed.

Madonna covered her daughter with a White person robe she had prepared in come along, and after hugging her for a few minutes, she stepped back and proudly announced.

'' Andrea Deeprock. By virtue of the legacy vested in me, I hereby declared you as the future fighter. ``

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

'' Mother, I am honoured and will do my level best to accomplish meaningful military action with the powers vested in me '' solemnly promised Andrea.

The legacy ritual settled after moments of self-respectful silence. Andrea stood back very slowly, doing her serious to go on her book binding heterosexual person along the way. `` This is really going to be a botheration '', she cursed internally. Mary smiled, guessing her thoughts. mother and girl stood in the middle of the slum plaza, alone in the night.

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