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by Mythos

A tale of love or lechery between a fair princess and her voyeuristic fool in the lost lands of the thrice-tenth kingdom.

You must be 18 years or older to read this story. It contains strong to extreme sexual contentstrong to extreme sexual content, depending on your story choices, though no characters under the age of 18 are ever portrayed in sexual scenarios, regardless of how you play.

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"Did you think you were persuading me last night?" she asks wryly. "That I hadn't made up my mind a while ago?"

"Of course not."

"Anyway, your breakfast is ready. Take your time. I'll return."

Left over food sits upon a plate by the campfire site. Euna departs for the river.

"She says it will keep me safe for a month, then I'll need more, but don't worry. I have a few squirreled away. And she says she'll always give me more."

"Where is the bottle?" you ask.

"It's under the bedding. I drank it last night when you were freshening up at the river."

At no point does Euna remove the pestle from her ass.

You wake when morning light streams into the cave. Euna is already up. She's sitting by the fire pit, once again tailoring her clothes using a tarnished pair of scissors taken from Lanx's trash mound.

"Good morning," you say.

"Good morning." She cuts a hoop of fabric from her skirt and puts it on. It only comes to mid thigh. When she twirls, the bottom of her ass almost becomes visible. "What do you think?"

"It's an improvement."

"Of course you'd say that." She plucks errant threads. "I figure this way I won't stand out as much in the city."

"You're still conservatively dressed compared to the city girls."

"Are you saying I should shorten it more?" she asks seriously.

You hold out your finger and thumb. "Maybe take this much extra."

"Is that so I fit in? Or just because you want me to?"

You shrug.

She grins. Pulling off her skirt, she begins removing another inch.

"How are you feeling?" you ask.

"You mean because of last night? I'm fine."

"Perhaps we should stop by Lanx's today."

"Sure, but why?" She cuts the fabric.

"I'm not sure we should risk a child while we're lost from home. Lanx could probably help us with that."

She grins. "I know they can. Fira gave me a potion when we visited them."

"She did?"

"Yes. From her own stash. I think she saw this coming the moment she met us."

On your way back through the jungle, Euna gathers reeds.

"What are those for?" you ask.

"You'll see." By the time you get back, she has quite an armload.

You and Euna set to work cleaning the altar area up. You replace the missing stones in the firepit. Once you get a fire started, you retreat down the hill a short ways to see how visible it is from below. There is only the faintest glow, and you're still quite close.

Meanwhile, Euna cleans dead plant matter and loose stone out the alcove. Afterward, she tries to weave something out of the jungle reeds. After twenty minutes of effort, all she has to show is a pile of bent reeds.

"Damn," she mutters. "This is impossible."

"What is it supposed to be?"

"I'm trying to make curtains."

"For your sleeping privacy?"

"Yes, but for the life of me, these reeds will not weave together like they're supposed to."

"Supposed to? Is this from your survival book?"

This causes her pause. With a huff, she tosses them away. "That book was useless. If I had it now, it'd be more useful as kindling."

"Why are you starting with curtains?"

"What in heavens else am I supposed to make?"

You shrug. "Bedding, maybe? So we're not sleeping on rock?"

Blinking, she looks around at the solid rock floor encompassing the altar site, then slumps her head. "That would have been a better idea, wouldn't it? We're lost in a foreign land, and I'm here wasting my time with Nimic sensibilities again."

You laugh. "Don't worry. There's always tomorrow. Just use your cloak as a pillow for tonight. Won't be great, but it's something."

"What about you?"

"I'll live."

You both prepare dinner. Using small rock slabs as plates, you eat before the fire pit and talk about each others pasts. You tell a few anecdotes and make a few jokes from your old fool routines. Some are quite crude, but she laughs at them, even if some cause her to blush.

You arrive back at the camp.

While you start a fire and prepare dinner, Euna tries using reeds again to make furniture. What she has in her hands is coming apart the more she works with it.

"This is impossible!" she growls. She throws it to the ground and looks up. "I'm sorry. Another night upon rocks."

"It's all right," you say. "Food is ready."

You sit together and eat while enjoying the fire.

Back at the altar, while you prepare dinner, Euna refurbishes the altar site. She cleans pots and pans, then uses them to boil linens and bedding. After hanging them out to dry, she hangs a tarp before the alcove entrance for privacy. By the time you're done, the site has much improved. She's even built a bedding with a pair of lumpy pillows.

"What do you think?" she asks.

"It's beginning to look like a home."

"I wish we could go back for more. So much of Lanx's junk was perfectly good. It just needed a hammering." She removes some linens and sniffs them. "or a beastly cleaning. But tonight, we're going to eat a proper dinner with plates and cutlery. They're all chipped, or missing a tine or two, but they're honest to heavens silverware."

And so you dine. During which, you share stories and pleasantries.

You awake to the sound of tearing fabric. Euna is hunched over by the fire pit. You come around to find she's torn her skirt just above the knee. With a jagged rock, she's slowly cutting it all the way around.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"Dispensing with another of my aunt's silly customs. This jungle is no place for conservative wear. I could hardly escape that monster before because of my clothes." Once she cuts the length off, she stands and steps out of the loop of fabric. Her skirt now comes down to her knees, but her chemise still reaches her calfs.

"I suppose I need to shorten that as well." Sitting, she cuts her chemise with the stone. Her feet and calves come into view. With that strip removed, she stands, picks away errant threads, then tests the clothing by taking a few long strides.

"What do you think?" she asks.

"Looks great."

"That should be much more practical."

Euna is up and cleaning out the fire pit. She smiles when she sees you're awake. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Your Highness."

"Your breakfast is there," she nods toward a rock-plate with the remains of yesterday's dinner. As you eat, Euna makes simple chatter with you: pleasant morning, rough sleeping, likes and dislikes. Afterward, she rises.

When you awake, Euna is already up and about. She is rummaging through the junk Lanx and Fira donated.

She notices you as you approach.

"Life here is going to be so much better," she says. She removes a tarnished and dented kettle. "I can finally make some tea. Oh, but we still have so much work to do to fix this junk."

"Right now?"

"No. I suppose not. We must use the daylight while we can." Setting down the kettle, she indicates to your breakfast. "Eat."

"Very well," you say.

She heads off to bathe.

Euna is still gone once you've finished your breakfast. You're left with some time on your hands with nothing to do with except to wander about the altar site.

As you walk the perimeter, something catches your eye. Digging through the nearby underbrush, you uncover a polished wooden tool covered in archaic etchings. One end is wide and ends in a blunt, rounded tip. It tapers slowly along its length to a handle. On the end of that handle is a carved-in ring perhaps used to hang it up, and just beneath that ring is a ornamental bronze band. It's tarnished green, but a little bit of luster remains.

It might be a pestle. However, the grinding end, though smooth, has a slit along its tip like a man's penis. And the tip is ridged, just like the crown of a dick. And it's length has even a few "veins" texturing it right alongside the strange runic symbols.

You're still studying it when Euna returns.

"What's that?" she asks. Her hair is wet, her skin damp.

"I found it just in the earth there."

She scrutinizes it. "What is it? A pestle?"

"That's my guess."

"It must have belonged to whoever built this site," she says. "It's rather obsene, isn't it? Certainly the work of idol worshippers."

"Why not?" she says. "We haven't the mortar to go with it, but I'm sure we'll find some use for this thing. Hmm?" Euna gives you a suggestive glance as she takes it from you.

She hefts its weight and feeling its length. "But let's leave it here, shall we? No reason to lug this heavy thing around." With a quick trip to the overhang, she deposits it by your bedding and returns to you. "Let's, get moving, shall we?"

Runic Pestle added to inventory

"I agree," Euna says. "And I think I know just where to put it."

"Very well. If you think that's best. Allow me."

"Are you daft?" she asks. "Why would we keep such a horrid thing? It's a product of idol worshippers used in Lord-knows-what practices. And those runes speak of old magics. It could be dangerous."

"I hardly think so."

"Well, I hardly think it's worth risk keeping it around. Give it here. I know just where we should put it."

"Not sure," Euna replies. "Idol worshippers believed in shamanism and fetish worship. These might be runes of their old magics. Most likely just superstition, but some of those worshippers got into some dark arts."

"Ah, I see. A magic pestle."

"Silly. These markings are probably just a common blessing or warding. Still, it's best not to dabble in such things."

"Maybe..." she says. "It's a little big for that, don't you think?" She reaches to wrap her finger and thumb around the end. Though she can't quite bring herself to touch the thing, it's clear the end would be too wide for her to do so. She wraps her finger and thumb around the end. Her fingers don't quite touch. The blunt tip is as wide as a beer bottle. "I imagine it's just a pestle. Idol worshippers often added sexual imagery to many of their belongings. Weapons, statues, paintings... Everything, really."

"I don't know. It wouldn't be much of a stretch to use this as a toy," you say.

She rolls her eyes at your wordplay. "Perhaps it was dual purpose. Lord knows those people were sex-obsessed. Who's to say they didn't use their tools in such ways?"

With her finger and thumb, she daintily picks it up by its ring and carries it as though holding smelly laundry. She takes it by the handle. At the south precipice of the camp site, she makes a wide underhanded toss and sends the tool soaring from the mountain. Seconds later come a few feint knocks as it bounces against stone, and then nothing.

She comes back wiping her hands. "There. Now let's get going."

"You're just saying that because you're a pervert."

"You still look good though. Your legs are too attractive to be hidden."

Your comment makes her blush. "I'm just doing this to be practical," she says, but then she gives a quick twirl. Her skirt fans out, and you get a glance of her thighs.

You awake upon the bedding. The pillows and reed-stuffed sheets are lumpy, and they have a funny smell, but they're certainly better than rock.

Euna is about further fixing up collected junk. When you approach, she puts her work down and points to a plate set by the fire pit. "Your breakfast is ready. There is no rush."

"Thank you."

She heads off to bathe.

"That's what I was thinking. My petticoat was catching on every piece of bramble before. Not to mention the heat."

She takes a few more strides, testing how well she can walk now. It seems to satisfy her.

Sitting down, she put her calf-length boots on. They're plainly visible now.

Fully dressed, Euna looks herself over. Her attention comes to her billowy chemise sleeves which come down to her wrists. "These look a little strange now, don't they?" Taking up the stone, she tries to cut at the chemise by her shoulder. It's awkward work.

"Would you help me?"

"Sure." You take the stone. "Where do you want me to cut?"

"Right here." She points at a seem near her neck. You carefully carve away at the chemise, leaving only a thin strap of silk passing over her shoulder. You do the same to the other sleeve.

"There we go," she says, picking away loose threads. "I'm all set for the weather."

You look over her exposed arms and calves.

She smirks. "Watch your eyes, Fool."

"It's hard not to stare, Your Highness."

"Shame on you." She chides, then nods towards the fire pit. Food has been laid out. "I've made you breakfast. I'll return shortly."

You explore the mountain clefts. Many have streams which feed the river. Thorny bramble covers many rock faces, and small black berries grown among it. You pick one, smell it, and eat it. It tastes sweet and a little bitter. For safety, you only eat one for now and collect the rest. The thorns cut your hands, but soon you've filled your shirt.

You climb a boulder to fetch berries and spot a hidden clearing nestled along the mountain ledge. There's a strange obelisk here, with stones set around it. It tapers near the bottom. The top has a concave depression, as though it were a long, narrow bowl, or pestle.

The mountain wall here caves inward, creating a shallow overhang that a few people could fit under. This place used to be a camp.

Nearby, a set of rock steps lead downward. You follow them. They switchback down the mountain. At the bottom, it disappears into a dense pack of bramble, which you carefully crawl through.

Euna is at the waterfall, looking up the mountain. She doesn't see you approach.

"Hello," you say.

She startles. "Where did you come from?"

"There's a path over there which leads up." You point, but the walkway is completely invisible behind the bramble. In fact, there's no sign of the path at all. "...a well hidden path," you add.

"Hmm," she says.

"Did you?"

"Yes. Well hidden. There's some kind of obelisk there too."

"Was anyone there?"

"No. It doesn't look like anyone has been there in ages."

She stares dubiously at the pile in your shirt. "How do you know they're not poisonous?"

"I ate one a while ago, and I feel fine."

"That was dumb of you." Carefully, she picks one up, inspects it, then pops it in her mouth. "They taste like mulberries. I suppose they'll have to do. You've twiddled away the afternoon up there. We should get back."

Return to camp.

To the east, the rocky mountain range continues to the shore. What looks like a flag pole is peeking out from behind the ridges where the mountains meets the ocean. Unfortunately you don't see how to get there.

The waterfall is nearly sixty feet tall, and the rocks around it are slick with damp moss, but nearby the terrain looks climbable. You step upon the rock face.

"Stop," Euna says. "Do you honestly think I can go climbing dressed like this?" She gestures to her skirt.

"Just hike it up."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? No. I won't climb."

"Then wait here. I won't be long."

"Why go at all? Why should there be any food up there?"

"There might not be, but I'll be able to look around up there. Maybe we can get a lay of the land."

"Fine. Don't be long."

You scurry up the mountain. It's hard work, but climbing has always been a talent of yours, and after months of sitting idle aboard a prison ship, it feels good.

Soon, the cliffside plateaus. You're at the top of the waterfall now, putting you far above the tree line. There are several clefts to explore, and a ledge that's perfect for scouting.

Craning about, you try to peer higher up into the mountains above the white marble city.

Atop the tallest peak is a keep of black stone, far removed from the white-walled city below both in distance and in design. This keep is menacing and uninviting. It's spires end in sharp points. It's walls are defensible and nestled within the mountain as though avoiding public eye.

Whatever keep that is, you can't see how to reach it. The mountains around it are too steep to climb.

To the west, a city made of glimmering white marble is nestled against the mountain. A tall palace sits upon it's most northern point.

The place looks like it might be a good place to go, except that there's a massive marble wall surrounding the city on all sides not against the mountain. Getting in might be tricky.

"No," she says. "We should stay by the ocean in case a boat comes. Besides, what if that place isn't really deserted? It could belong to idol worshipers. That's the last thing we need."

"Okay."

Her arguments are nonsense, but there's no point in arguing. She's made up her mind.

"You want to go up there again?" she asks.

"There are plenty more berries."

"Very well. So long as we use this hidden path of yours."

You locate the brambles hiding the mountain path. Euna requires significant help getting through. Her skirt and chemise sleeves constantly snags on thorns. Once through, it still takes her an exorbitantly long time to hike up the trail. Her clothing restricts her legs.

At the top, you work together to collect berries. Once again, however, her long skirt prevents her from scaling boulders, so you end up doing most of the picking while she carries the collection.

The walk back down the mountain takes longer since she's carrying berries in her bunched up skirt.

"That was exhausting," she says once you're both past the brambles.

It wasn't. It was just slow going because of her conservative attire, but you agree.

"Shall we head back?" you say.

"Might as well. It's getting late."

Return to camp.

"Why not? I'll only take a minute."

"So you're a little dirty. Who cares?"

"I reek."

"Hardly. That's just your royal nose. Not even nobles bathe every day."

"Hmm. Is this truly for my own good? Or is this a perverted desire of yours to see me wallowing in my own uncleanliness?"

"Maybe. ...or maybe it'll do you good to get comfortable with a little mess."

"Very well," she says. "I leave my hygene in your hands. I won't bathe whenever you tell me to."

"I have no problem at all," she says. "Let's make it a challenge. Why don't we see just how dirty I can become?"

"Then it's settled," you reply.

She sits. "Enjoy your breakfast while it's hot."

"Am I not filthy enough for you yet?"

"No, not yet."

Euna surveys herself. "Very well, I'll go another day without bathing." She sits. "And you need to get up to your usual dirty antics with me. I've been messier than this at the convent. I'm hardly proving anything in this state."

In time, you're both ready to head out.

"Skip my bath? Again? Surely I've demonstrated by now that I'm no longer obsessed with cleanliness."

"If you were, you wouldn't want to go bathing now, would you?"

"I'm not bathing for my benefit. I am quite comfortable with my odor. I'm bathing for your sake."

"Mine?"

"I'm an absolute mess. You don't want to be around me."

"You're fine just the way you are."

"Of course you'd say that," she replies. "You're a pervert."

"It doesn't make it any less true. You should be proud of your own scent. It's far more arousing than any flower."

She smells herself. "You may have a point. I will admit I do enjoy the smell of your sweat after a long day's walking. There's something alluring about it in a masculine way. It stands to reason that my own musk is an aphrodisiac."

"Of course it is."

"To you maybe. I find it quite hard to forget that my breasts are covered in dried semen."

"You mean you find it quite hard to forget how you used your tits for sex?"

"Hmm... I suppose when you put it that way. This has been keeping sex on my mind more. I'm sure you like that idea."

"Of course I do."

"I care. What kind of woman walks around with cum on her face?"

"A truly wanton woman," you say, "who doesn't care one bit what people think of her sexual appetite."

"Hmm. So it's a matter of pride, is it? It's part of embracing being a strumpet."

"Exactly. Wear your stains with pride."

"So I did," she says.

"And it didn't bother you at all, did it?"

She tries not to grin. "I may have enjoyed behaving like a proud lady, all the while I'm bathed in urine."

"Think of all the nobles who'd kiss your hand."

"Or the commoners who'd lust after my skin..."

"Sounds like you've no need at all to wash then."

She tries not to grin. "I... might have enjoyed the thought of being marked by you."

"Like a dog's territory," you reply.

"Prove it." Euna rests a hand on the back of your head and pulls you closer.

The stench is overwhelming, and her crotch emits a baking heat you can feel against your cheeks. Those first few licks are filled with slime and pungent flavor.

Euna grinds a little to mark your face with her stench. After her first few trembles, she backs off. Your face is marked with her mess.

"Hmm," she says. "You really do like my bouquet of flavor. Good to know."

"Everyone would."

"Really?" Euna runs a finger along her slit and examines the accumulation she collects.

"You don't realize how intoxicating your smell can be. It's only ripened by time."

"Hmm." She sniffs her fingers. "It is certainly strong. Musky I suppose. I think I see why some might like it."

"It's good you finally see it that way."

"I don't know how effective that method will be," she says, "but I'm willing to give it a chance. But it will only make it look more used."

"So? It's an honest look."

"Oh? A used look for a used hole?" she ponders this. "It does advertise my predilections quite aptly, doesn't it?"

"And it shows people you like anal fucking too."

She smiles at you patiently. "Then I'll learn to embrace it. For you."

"Good."

Euna kneels over you, and brings with her a warm smell of sweat. "Have you truly sampled the ripeness beneath my arms?" She lifts her arm high and moves to put her armpit just inches from your nose. Beads of sweat have run down her sides. The smell is strong, but not a reek like she described.

"Your smell is as beautiful as you are."

"...Maybe you should take a bath."

"And what about this?" Euna scoops her tits out from her bodice. "Feel." Taking your hand she has you feel the valley of her tits. An invisible layer of crust flakes off. "That seed is still there. It hasn't gone away."

"It's hardly noticeable."

"...Maybe you should take a bath."

"What about this?" Euna leans her face toward you.

There are encrusted flakes on Euna's cheek, nose, and chin. It's dried cum.

"You can't tell me that isn't noticeable," she says. "I certainly notice. My skin crinkles whenever I move a muscle in my face."

"Who cares if people stare?"

"...Maybe you should take a bath."

"You may also have forgotten that I got doused in urine earlier, and contrary to what you assured me, it does not stop smelling after it's dried." She holds her arm under your nose. There is a faint pungent odor.

"...and yet you wore that smell all day and nobody noticed."

"...Maybe you should take a bath."

"Perhaps you'll feel differently about this." She lifts her skirt to reveal her snatch. It's an encrusted mess of congealed cum. The pungent vaginal smell is near overwhelming.

"Do you see all that mess? I haven't bathed since I last had sex. Not to mention the hours of hiking we do through the jungle. What do you think of this?"

"There are men who'd love to bury their face in a pussy as messy as that."

"...Maybe you should take a bath."

"And this?" She spins, revealing her ass to you. It's puffy, and encrusted cum covers the rim. A line of it traces down her crack and to her thigh. "Perhaps you've forgotten my recent act of sodomy? I'm actually beginning to itch."

"Learn to scratch that itch with more sodomy."

"...Maybe you should take a bath."

"Then it's settled," she sits. "I will not bathe."

"Just like that?"

"Like I said. It was for your sake that I would bathe. For me, I finding it quite liberating not to fret over cleanliness."

"You've come a long way from your Nimic belief that cleanliness is a virtue."

"Maybe that's part of the reason. All those years I used to scrub my skin pink and hide my scent as though it were my shame. If I'm truly going to explore my sexuality, then I must be willing to depart from all of those antiquated customs. Maybe one day, if I ever return home, I'll revert to being the clean, flower-scented lady that everyone expects of their tsarivna, but here, I'm... I'm going to live." She nods to herself. "Live like a free woman, unashamed of her body. In fact, I think I may indulge more. Sex is messy. By the Lord is it messy, but that's what makes it so carnal. The raw stink of fluids. The stickiness. The tastes. It's all a part of it. And I'm going to live it."

"Sounds like you'll never bathe again."

"I will. I must still interact with society, mustn't I? But if you say I have no need of cleaning, then I will listen. Now please, enjoy your breakfast. We've a long day ahead of us."

"Of course I will. I must still interact with society, mustn't I? But I think I may allow myself to indulge more. You, of course, will need to tolerate this."

"I will."

"I figured as much," she says. "Now eat your breakfast. We've a long day ahead of us."

She sits and waits for you to finish your breakfast. You both get ready to head out.

"As you wish." She waits patiently as you finish your breakfast.

"Very well. Finish your breakfast so we can head out."

Euna is gone for quite some time. When she does return, she's fully dressed, though her long, golden hair is wet.

"Are you ready?" she asks.

"Hmm." Euna takes the razor and eyes it speculatively. "Are you suggesting I should shave between my legs?"

"I am."

"...perhaps I will, though I have never shaved before in my life. I'm not sure what to do." She offers the razor to you. "But you do, don't you?"

"I do." You take the razor. She motions for you to come with her to the river.

Once there, she strips down, though she does get somewhat modest once down to her shift. Being brave, she takes it off, sets it aside, and sits demurely upon a rock in the river, legs together, hands covering her crotch.

You kneel before her. She shyly spreads her legs, revealing herself. "You will be careful, won't you?"

Euna holds her breath as you slide the blade along her labia. With the utmost care, you trim down her pubic mound, taking away clumps of hair. The blade acts no differently than any well-sharpened razor, though as Lanx said, it needs only water to slide smoothly.

"Turn over," you say.

She does so, and bends to present herself to you. You shave away the little hairs lining her anus, and then scan around, nicking away any errant hairs.

"All done."

Euna rubs the lips of her vagina. She splashes water on herself, then feels lower down along the cleft of her rear. She cranes to look.

"What do you think?" you ask.

"It feels very strange." She slides a finger into herself, then circles it along her vulva. "It will take getting use to, but I think I like it." She raises her arms above her head, showing the tufts of hair in her armpits. "Might as well do everything. That seems to be the style around here."

You perform the same careful task for each of her underarms. It goes much more quickly. Afterward, as Euna bathes, and then you two set out for the day.

She gazes at you at while, then rises. "We'll see. But we won't get back if we sit around all day. Let us hunt for food."

"You're not going to bathe?"

"I bathed before you woke." Suspicion comes over her. "Why do you care?"

"Just wondering."

"Sure," she says. "Let's go."

You duck out of sight. After listening, she seems to dismiss the noise. Her hand creeps back under the water and she resumes. She's soon gasping again. Her free hand squeezes her breasts.

She pauses long enough to sit back on a river rock. Spreading her thighs, she alternates between rubbing her clit and stabbing her fingers up her snatch. And you can see everything.

She arches her back, her butt lifting from the rock. And she moans in sheer pleasure.

Afterward, she lies on the rock and enjoys the afterglow. Soon, she wades toward her clothes. That's your cue to depart back to camp.

You creep back to camp. Doing so makes a bit of noise, but hopefully she'll think it was some animal.

After waiting, you creep up river. You spot her near a collection of river rocks.

After waiting, you creep along the mountain trail to the river. You find her near the top of the waterfall.

You find her at the river, close to where the water falls, and she just begun.

She's standing nude by the river. Her skin is flawless. Her breasts are pert and large with stiff nipples. The flawless lips of her pussy are visible only in glances as she moves about.A wild patch of fur is between her legs, and smaller, barely visible patches under her arms.

Shivering, she wades into the river and washes her chemise by soaking it and flogging it against a flat rock. Her breasts jiggle delightfully as she does this. With that done, she lays it out to dry and begins cleaning herself. She rinses her hair, then her underarms.

And then she becomes more sensual. She spoons handfuls of water over her breasts and tenderly massages it in. She shivers. Her eyes close. Her head rolls from side to side. Soon, her hands sneak under the water and between her legs. She gasps and arches her back. For minutes she rubs herself.

Soon, she cries out in pleasure. She leans back against a rock. After her climax dies down. Euna finishes cleaning between her legs and emerges from the water. You hurry back to camp.

Euna has just finished bathing. She's sunbathing nude upon the sunbaked stone of a large flat rock in the river center.

A large stirring spoon lies beside her. It's one she commandeered from Lanx's trash pile. The head is stained and cracked, but it's still useable. Euna is more interested in its handle–a long shaft of smooth straight wood.

She hefts it in her hands–appraising it. Leaning back and spreading her legs, she plays the handle along her belly and slit. This goes on until her body reacts with small spasms, and her vulva has blossomed. Then the spoon handle rises to to her lips, she tilts her head back, and in it goes.

She pushes the handle to the back of her throat until she gags. After backing off, she tries again.

She's practicing.

Each time she inches the handle down her throat, it goes a little further before her torso contracts and she's forced to back off. While she struggles, she idly plays her other hand over her pussy. Her open palm strums its glistening bald lips she runs her fingers through her pubic bush. Her open palm strums her damp, furry lips.

This goes on for minutes. Her progress is slow. Tears run down her cheeks. Strings of drool dribble down her chin. Soon, she's fed up. Spoon aside, she rinses her face and wades through the water to her clothes. Shows done. You creep back.

She plays it up and down her slit for a minute, until her body starts to respond. Then her other hand takes its place. Tilting her head back, she slides the handle of the spoon into her mouth and down her throat. She wretches and backs off, but immediately tries again.

She's practicing her deep-throating technique.

She gags again, even while her fingers strum her slit, yet this time she doesn't pull the handle away. Her throat constricts again and again to dislodge it, but she holds out for nearly five seconds before pulling away and gasping. Thick saliva strings from the handle to her lips. The moment she has her composure, she's back at it.

Her determination is astonishing. Tears are in her eyes. Drool drips from her chin. At one point after a series of retching, she rinses her mouth in the river. Most likely she vomited a little in her mouth, yet she perseveres. And her fingers play her clit all the while.

The final time she tries it, she gets the spoon handle most of the way down her gullet–farther than your own member could reach. For a time, her body doesn't spasm, but then it starts. A chain of nonstop retching signals the end of her practice.

She brings the saliva-drenched spoon to her slit, slides it into herself, and rubs her clit to a quick, toe-curling orgasm–perhaps a reward for her progress. Afterward, she wades through the water toward her clothes while you skulk off back to camp.

Spreading her legs wide, Euna toys the end of the handle along her baldfurry slit. Once she's twitching, she takes over with her other hand and brings the spoon to her lips.

She tilted her head skyward and slides the spoon handle down her throat. Though she gags, she doesn't back off, but rather holds position until the reaction subsides. Fists clenched, she pushes it farther down her gullet.

A fit of retching overcomes her, yet she refuses to pull the handle from her throat, even as her body convulses. She forces the spoon down until only the head of the stirring spoon is outside her lips. The tip must be near her stomach. All the while she's strums her clit.

Euna withdraws it and gulps air. The spoon is drenched with saliva, and she coughs up more. Tears stream down her face. But the pride in her expression is clear. She shoves the spoon back down her gullet with only an echo of resistance. Up and down it goes, taking its full length. Her palm works franticly over her slit. Her body contorts more and more, but now in pleasure, not from spasms.

Suddenly she rams the spoon fully down her throat and clamps the bowl with her teeth. She fingers her gash with one hand while squeezes her tits with the other. Her toes curl. Her body undulates. She's climaxing, with her face skyward and a stirring spoon down her throat. Her body seizes—from pleasure, suffocation, and retching. But it's almost a minute later when she yanks the spoon from her throat and gasps for air. She coughs, sputters, and curls over, looking near to passing out.

Still, a sly smile is upon her tear-stained face. She's proud of herself. After she's recovered, she rinses herself and wades into the water. You sneak back to camp.

Euna is reclined upon the river rocks with her legs spread wide. She's digging fingers deep into her gash. When she brings them out, she examines them, then sucks them clean. She then goes back to digging.

Euna is reclined upon the river rocks with her legs spread wide. She's digging three fingers deep into her gash. Then she brings her fingers before her face and inspects what she pulls out. After rinsing her fingers, she goes back to digging.

Euna is reclined upon the river rocks with her legs spread wide. Frowning, she's digging three fingers deep into her gash. Then she brings her fingers before her face and wrinkles her nose at whatever she sees. After rinsing her fingers, she goes back to digging.

It dawns on you. She's pulling out ants. And apparently they got deep. Euna is soon reaching four fingers into her gash, and then she's fisting herself up to her wrist. In and out. In and out, each time bringing out crushed ants until finally she's satisfied.

Next, she rolls onto her side and begins worming into her ass. Two fingers in and out. They're covered in her scum, but also, ants. She sighs and begins her scooping anew. Soon, she's soon working her fist up her own ass. After each time, she tosses aside ants and mess. Each time she withdraws, she examines her fingers and sucks them clean of any ants and scum. Her ass however, doesn't get as much attention, likely because it will pass any remaining ants in time.

After cleaning her hand, Euna begins to bathe in earnest. Show's over it seems.

It looks as though she's just started. Euna has found a section of river near the bank where a tree branch juts over the water. Standing on the bank, she detaches her cloak and drapes it over the branch, creating a curtain between her and downriver. She must think that will hide her, but you're off to the side. The cloak doesn't obscure your vision at all.

She unfastens the laces along the front of her bodice and pulls it off. Next is her skirt.

She's only in a her silk chemise. It conservatively reaches mid calf, but she has spent all morning sweating. It clings to her body, outlining her curves. Her breasts are visible beneath the silk.

Glancing around one last time, Euna pulls the chemise over her head.

Her skin is like cream, with only a few beauty marks along her thighs and breasts. Between her legs she's utterly shaven. The cleft of her bald slit stands out between the gap of her legs. Her underarms are similarly hairless. It seems Nimic nuns make a practice of shaving themselves. Not at all what you would have expected...is a thick mane of dark, blond hair, wild and thick. The pits of her arms have similar, yet daintier tufts of blond hair. It seems Nimic nuns are not accustom to shaving.

Clutching herself, she steps into the water and shivers. Once adjusted, she kneels, submerging most of her body. She pulls her silk chemise into the water and soaks it through. At a large flat stone, she washes the undergarment, first by massaging it against the rock, then by slapping it down. Her breasts jiggle in the most delightful way as she does this.

With her clothes laid out to dry, she focuses on herself. First scrubbing the pits of her arms, and then rinsing her long golden hair. Finally, she focuses between her legs. A lusty wench might teasingly massage the water onto herself. Euna, however, cleans her intimates with as much sensuality of a chef cleaning a plucked chicken.

But in all the times you've spied on her, she's always been that way. A follower of Nim would see touching their genitals as an obligation for hygiene. Touching yourself for pleasure? Blasphemy.

But the show is still enjoyable. You got to see the famed golden maiden–virginal and pristine. It's a sight no other male eyes have seen.

Euna redresses. With her chemise still wet, it hugs her body. It's so transparent, she might as well be nude.

As much as you wish to keep watching, she'll head back soon, so you cautiously creep back to camp.

She's laid her clothes out to dry and has waded into the river, naked. Her skin is flawless, her nipples stiff from the cold. A wild patch of fur is between her legs, and smaller, barely visible tufts peek out from her armpits.

First, she cleans her underarms, and then she bends to soak her long blonde hair. Her attention turns finally to her crotch. As expected, she scrubs them very clinically.

But then she keeps scrubbing. Her pace slows. Her touch becomes more of a caress. Euna chews her lip, contemplating something. She wades toward a rock and sits. Spreading her legs, she splashes water upon her snatch. Her bald slit glistens. Her fingers run through her pubic hair.

Her head rocks back as her fingers zero in on her clit. Soon, she's panting. Her hips gyrate almost of their own will.

Suddenly, she snaps her hand away as though suddenly realizing what's she's doing. She glances about guiltily.

Her cleaning resumes. After a few final splashes to rinse between her legs, she wades toward her clothes. Bathing is done. You hurry back to camp.

Naked, Euna is seated upon the rocks in the river center. She's brought her collection of daywithers with her. Sorting through her pack, she settles on one the size of a formidable cock. When she squeezes it, slick blue slime oozes from under the cap, coating the shaft. She nods with satisfaction.

Setting the rest aside, she lies back and gives her body attention, exploring her breasts, her thighs, her belly. She wriggles sensually, her nude body a marvel basking in the sun. Eyes closed, she traces the daywither down her body. It's cap leaves a blue slime trail along her belly and over her bare vaginal lips. matted into her pubic fur.

She does not stop at her pussy, but lifts her legs, exposing her puckered hole. After she first smears the blue slime along its rim, the cap presses with little resistance, and she slides it in quickly until only a stub remains for her to grip. It's already swelling. She hugs her knees to her chest and rubs her pussy. Her hole stretches wider and wider, stopping at a plum's width. Euna's face is twisted in pained pleasure.

She has to hold it in so it doesn't squeeze out, and carefully lowers herself into the water until she's sitting in the river. From there, she bathes herself, washing her hair, scrubbing her skin. Her beauty and grace are like a water nymph's. If you hadn't seen, you'd never know she had a phallic mushroom buried in her ass.

Finished, she rises, squats over the water, and expels the phallus. Before it shrinks in daylight, it's length was your fist to your elbow, and she had nearly every inch. Euna seems quite proud of herself. After rinsing it, she puts it away and turns her attention to her stretched asshole. Her own fist squeezes inside with minimal twisting and pushing. This puts a devious smile on her face.

She cleans out her hole and rinses up before heading toward her clothes. Show's over. You hurry back to camp and wait.

Euna is already lying upon the flat rock in the river when you arrive. Her wet hair is fanned out to dry. She's warming in the morning sun, and goosebumps have broken out over her skin from the wind against her nude body. She's gently caressing herself along her flank and up and down her legs. Then her hands drift to her pussy. She massages her clit, softly at first, but harder as her body responds. Soon, she's writhing in pleasure.

Her eyes open. She has a curious expression upon her face. It seems like she's considering something. Then she grins evilly. Rubbing herself vigorously, she spreads her legs wide and pulls her knees to her chest. This gives you a great view of her ass and pussy.

And then she starts peeing. The urine streams upward in a hectic spray. She cups her free hand over her pussy, causing it to reflect back on her snatch. Rivulets run through her pubic hair and up her belly. It spills to either side of her. Going a step further, Euna removes her cupped hand and curls her back, pointing her pussy straight up. Her urine stream cascades upon her belly and breasts. She moans as some splatters her face. Her mouth opens just a little more, and you're sure more than a little pee gets in.

On the verge of climax, Euna reaches her free hand down and presses her middle finger against her asshole. Her finger slips in up to her first knuckles. She's bucking now as one hand furiously works her clit, the other penetrates her asshole, and her urine rains down upon her. A second finger slips in, and she's stabs into herself roughly as she bucks and cries. Her body flexes in rhythm.

Her stream dies down. It splashes her breasts, her belly, her pubic hair. Finally, it pools on her vagina and spills down the crack of her ass. When she calms, she pulls her fingers from her ass and lies back down. Her body glistens with pee. The cool air causes her goosebumps to come out again. She breaths for a moment, her chest heaving, then she props up on an elbow and scrutinizes the hand she used to penetrate her ass. Her ring and middle finger have streaks of brown. She sniffs them, wrinkles her nose, but sniffs again. She doesn't seem that disgusted. After contemplation, she opens her mouth and pops both fingers in. After a second, she yanks her fingers free and gags.

Blushing, she laughs to herself as though she can't believe what she just tried. But then her expression changes back to that same morbid curiously, and she pops the fingers back in her mouth. Despite gagging a few times, she doesn't remove her fingers until they're clean.

As though that weren't enough, she lies back down, props up one knee, and returns her fingers to her anus. She runs the tips along her piss-wet rim at first, then stabs in with two fingers. After several thrusts, she withdraws her fingers and once again sucks them clean. She does this again and again until one time a glob of poop comes out. She eats it, then gags several times in a row, even after she's cleaned her fingers. Once her stomach settles, she laughs at herself again and gets off the rocks.

Shows over. She cleans herself again, then the rock, then gets dressed.

Euna is at the same section of the river near the bank, and she's again using her cloak as a curtain.

She removes her clothes and cleans them. Nude, she's as beautiful as ever. Dipping into the water, she massages water onto her breasts, under her arms, and through her hair. At the end, she sits upon the rock and scrubs between her legs. It's not sensual, but it's still a delight to see.

When she redresses, you creep back to camp.

You find her at the river. Though it seems she's just finished her bath. She's emerging from the deep end of the river to a large flat rock surrounded by the water. Here, she lays herself out, fanning her wet hair upon the heated rock. It's as though she's a forest nymph that you stumbled upon. One loud noise and she'd dart into the woods never to be seen again.

As she lays there enjoying the warm sun against her damp and chilly body, she began to caress herself. Her fingers barely traced her skin. She squeezed her breasts and toyed with her nipples, then her hand crept down between her legs. At first she traces her fingers along her damp slit, At first she raked her fingers through her mane of pubic hair, then finally zeroed in on her clit.

She plays with herself for several minutes before pausing suddenly. She props herself up on one elbow to look down at her body, chewing her lip as she seemed to consider something. Whatever it is, a mischievous expression comes over her face.

Laying back down, she spreads her legs wide. From where you are, you have a perfect view of her snatch. She begins rubbing her clit vigorously, and she's soon twitching in pleasure again. Suddenly, urine arcs from her pussy. With her self-stimulation, the stream splatters about, sprinkling her legs.

Soon she's arching her back and crying out. She's still in the throes of pleasure when her urine stream finally dies away. Afterward, she sits up and inspects her hand. Her fingers glisten with piss. Tentatively, she sniffs it, then after hesitating, she licks her fingers.

Her final reaction: a shrug.

Euna slips into the river and washes herself off of any mess. She splashes her sunbathing rock off to wash away any remaining urine. As she reaches for her clothes, you realize it's time to get back to camp.

When you find Euna, she by the river washing her chemise in the nude. Afterward, she wades into the river and cleans herself. Armpits, face, hair, body, and finally her crotch. Her caress is sensual, as though every touch sends electric pleasure surging through her.

Opening her eyes, she glances about. A grin comes over her. Finding a rock, she sits down and spreads her leg, putting her pussy on full display. There is no longer any pretense of bathing. She rubs her clit furiously while her body responds to the pleasure. Her toes curl. Her body spasms. Her breath comes out in gasps.

She finally cries out as an orgasm wracks her body. Coming down, her pleasuring has become a casual afterthought. When she's finally recovered, she rises, rinses herself again, and heads to her chemise.

You head back to the camp.

Euna is on her usual perch in the river. Nude, she's lying on her back with her legs spread wide. Fingers of both her hands stab into her slit. Once she's wet, she takes the runic pestle, which had been lying beside her, and grinds it against her pussy.

It pops in easily. Euna grinds it in and out and works it side to side—exactly as though her canal were the mortar to go with that pestle. The lips of her pussy deform and stretch.

It slides in, but only with great difficulty. She tenderly presses it deep, and then withdraws. Back and forth she goes, despite the discomfort.

She's deliberately loosening herself up as though this were a morning stretch. It's meant as a self-prescribed regimen, not for pleasure.

For her next stretch, she pulls her legs to her chest and worms fingers into her ass. Then comes the pestle. Its bulbous head requires some levering, but it slips in soon enough. She pushes it deep, then withdraws fully to start again. From her expression, she might actually be enjoying her regimen.

For her next stretch, she pulls her legs to her chest and worms fingers into her ass. Then comes the pestle. It's bulbous head requires levering and force, but pushing with both hands, combined with the slickness of her own juices, it slips in eventually. From the grimace on her face, there's nothing pleasurable about this, but she doesn't let up until that pestle slips in and out of her ass with relative ease.

After she's loose, she tests her results by pressing fingers into her ass. Four fit past the knuckles. This satisfies her.

After cleaning the pestle, she takes hold of its head, tilts her head back, and feeds the ringed, brass handle down her throat. She gags repeatedly, but doesn't stop until her teeth catch against the widening pestle's length.

Then she leaves it. Euna props back on her hands as though sunbathing, though with the pestle down her throat. Over the next minute, her gagging worsens. Her whole body contorts trying to eject the pestle, but it's not until she's red in the face and tear-streaked that she yanks the pestle from her throat and gasps for breath.

It seems deep-throating practice is part of her routine.

One last exercise. After regaining her breath, she works the pestle's head into her mouth. It's hard for her to get it past her teeth, but then, chin up, she tries to push it down her throat.

She fails.

Her coughing fit persist well after she wiggles the pestle out of her mouth. She clutches her throat in pain. Afterward, she chuckles, amused at her own bizarre antics.

Now that she's good and stretched, she rinses the pestle off and goes about her usual washing routine. You skulk back to camp.

Euna is already fully naked and laying upon a rock in the river. It doesn't seem she's started bathing, as she's perfectly dry. Instead, she's basking in the morning sun, letting it play upon her nude skin.

Her hand explores her body, rubbing her breasts, her thighs, her neck. Then she turns her attention to her snatch. At first, she teases herself, runing her fingers up and down her bare slit. At first, she merely teases herself by raking her hands through her bush or brushing her clit. But that doesn't last for long. She splays her legs out indecently and feverishly stabs three fingers in and out her sex.

With her other hand, she rubs at her clit. Within minutes she's writhing. Her mewling even reaches your ears from your vantage point.

It's quite a sight to see her glistening snatch humping the empty air. After she's done, she gets up from the rock and wades into the river to bathe. Shows over, it seems. You head back to camp and wait a while.

Euna is lounging upon her sunbathing rock. Her eyes closed, she's traces her hand up and down her body. Occasionally, she will brush along her clit, but never much. This goes on for some time, until Euna stirs. She props herself onto her elbows and looks down at herself. Her legs spread, and all of a sudden, a stream of urine arcs from her pussy and into the water.

She brings a hand down and cups it over her snatch, causing the urine to spray back upon her crotch. The rock between her legs turns dark as the urine runs into the river water. She spoons handfuls of urine onto her legs and belly, and finally as she's short of breath, she massages urine onto her breasts.

It isn't enough for her. Euna plants her hands on either side of her and curls her legs up to her chest so she's propped on her shoulder. Her stream arcs through the air and down upon her. It drenches her face. Her mouth fills with puddles, which she swallows down again and again. Her hair darkens as it saturates through.

Her stream dies down. The last trickles dribble down her slit The last trickles dribble through her pubic bush and pool between her breasts. She lies back down and rubs her body, making sure every bit of her is covered. And then she sunbathes like that, drenched in her own urine, her hand idly playing upon her clit.

Eventually she decides it's time to get moving. She rolls into the river, cleans herself, and splashes water over the rock to rinse it off. You hurry back to camp.

After her stream dies down, she basks again the sun. From the breasts downward, her body is wet with pee. Her pubic bush is drenched. Sitting up, examines her hand. It's wet with pee. Tentatively, she licks it, then again. Her expression is curious. She rubs her hand along her piss-slick breasts and licks it once again. Still not satisfied, she cups her hand beneath her pussy and squirts out one final handful of pee. She holds it beneath her nose, sniffs it, then laps the puddle with her tongue.

Her reaction is hard to gauge. She simply splashes the handful upon her breasts, then wades back into the water to rinse herself off. As she's splashing the rocks to wash away the urine, you depart back to the camp.

She returns shortly afterward. "Ready to set off?"

"Because I'm the one in charge." She stands tall. "We may be far from home, but I'm still the tsarivna. And I must get back for the sake of the tsardom. You are one of its inhabitants, a sad and deranged inhabitant, but an inhabitant nonetheless. You have an obligation to ensure my safety and well being."

"Except I'm an exile."

"Oh yes." Her nose turns up. "For your perversions. Then you should be doubly interested in doing as I say and keeping me safe. Maybe then my father will pardon you for your crimes once we get back. But that will depend on what I say about you, and I don't think he'd like hearing about your recalcitrant behavior."

Your eyes narrow.

"So?" she said. "Are you going to do as you're told, or are you going to add contempt to your list of crimes?"

"Fine," you say. "Continue on."

You follow her as she departs from the estuary. Oddly, she heads back toward the beach a short ways, then turns ninety degrees and begins circling the camping spot. After twenty minutes of struggling through brush and bramble, you both end up right back where you started. Euna walks closer toward the beach, then turns ninety degrees again.

"Wait, wait," you say. "You're going to walk larger and larger circles around the camp until you find food?"

"That is the recommended strategy," she replies. "This is the best way to find the closest food sources as possible."

"Maybe that would work in a plain, or the forests back home. There's no food near here. And we're not going to make any progress forcing paths through this burr-ridden jungle. We need to explore."

"The book says—"

"The book was written by someone who never set foot in these lands. We need to follow our common sense."

"Fine!" she shouts. "If you're so clever, you lead. At least this way if we die, we'll know who to blame."

You're at the altar.

To the south is the waterfall and the footpath leading down to the jungle.

To the north, the river snakes through a ravine in the mountain range.

Steep steps lead upward toward the peek of the tallest mountain. Though the ascent is not too bad, the sheer drop to either side makes this approach treacherous.

North, at the mountain's peek is a menacing keep of black granite with sharp spires and defensible walls.

South leads to the trails along the mountains.

Grabbing Euna's arm, you tear off down the beach. The old man chases. Eventually, you glance back to see that he's just a speck on the horizon. He must have turned back at some point.

You both stop and regain your breath.

Euna stares back. "That was quite rude of him."

"Wasn't it though?"

"Where to now? she asks.

You're on the beach. It goes on at length in both directions. Far to the west, the estuary is just barely visible.

The broken shells, pebbles, and blade grass cover the coast. It makes walking quite uncomfortable and tiresome. Sand fleas bite at your calfs.

You're on a long stretch of empty beach. Sand fleas bite at your calfs.

The beach here is of vast white sand. The beach seems to extend for ages in both direction.

As you bend low, Euna seems poised to stop you at any moment, and you can feel her holding her breath as you bury your face between her boobs. Your tongue licks along the cleavage to scoop the berry, and she squeals.

When you emerge, she's red in the face and hastily wiping away your saliva. Salma cheers at her bravery, which makes Euna redden all the more.

"That was naughty," she says.

"I know it was," you reply. "I can't believe you'd let someone do that to you. How unbecoming!"

"Oh, you know what I mean, you silly buffoon."

You bury your face into her cleavage. With squeal, Euna cringes away. When you emerge with the berry, she bears a flush, and she's biting her lip to hide her smile.

You bury your head in her cleavage. Euna pushes her chest forward, wedging your face deeper. The berry falls low though, and by the time you can hook it with your tongue, her breasts have fallen out of her bodice. Euna is all smile and fluster when you emerge.

You attempt to place the berry in Euna's cleavage.

She bats your hand away. "Behave yourself."

You press your face to her cleavage. In a pretend effort to catch the berry, you push it farther down between her breasts.

"Easy now!" She yelps ticklishly. Your nose and tongue worm deep. It's not enough. Her bodice is in the way. You hook it with your finger and pull down. Her breasts spring free.

"Excuse me!" She tries to pull away.

You only dig deeper. The berry is threatening to fall down toward her naval, but just barely, you snag it with your tongue. Victorious, you emerge with the berry between your teeth.

Salma applauds. Euna is red and flustered, and she quickly tucks her bared breasts away. Salma didn't seem to have mind in the least. Realizing this, Euna settles down, but she still narrows her eyes at you. "Naughty..."

You place the berry in Euna's cleavage. She eyes you, waiting to see what you'll do.

You place the berry in Euna's cleavage. She rolls her eyes as you do so, but she doesn't stop you.

Euna takes the berry and places it in her cleavage. She waits to see what you do about it.

Euna's eyes widen. She doesn't have time to react before Salma dives low and buries her face in Euna's cleavage. Alarmed, Euna gapes at the woman, who takes much too long fetching the berry. Whatever she's doing causes Euna to shiver.

Soon, the girl comes up, triumphant, with the berry between her teeth.

Euna quickly adjusts her bodice and makes sure she's decent. Though red in the face, she still has a shy smile.

Euna flinches and bats your hand away. "Stop that," she says. "Just sit quietly."

So you do.

As you bring the fruit to her lips, she regards you coolly, but there is a hint of amusement about her. Ultimately, she opens and lets you pop the berry in her mouth.

Salma takes a turn. She places a mulberry between her lips and looks to you two with inviting eyes.

You do so. Rather than eating it, she holds it between her teeth. Her eyes dare you to do something about it.

You offer the berry to Euna. She seems disinclined to take it at first, but eventually she does so, and pops it in her mouth.

She eats it.

Euna takes the berry and places it between her teeth. She watches you with come-hither eyes.

Salma crawls forward and brings her face inches from Euna. Their breath mixes. Euna teases her by pulling away the first few times.

Then their lips meet, and the berry is all but forgotten. Their long snog ends a while later, and both are breathless. It's not even clear who got the berry. It was only an afterthought.

Salma leans towards Euna. Hesitant, Euna glances at you. The woman is undeterred however, and she crawls forward for the berry. It works, against Euna's best judgement.

Their lips meet. The berry disappears between their locking lips. It's impossible to see what's occurring, but what passes between them is more than a simple berry. Eventually, Salma backs away with the berry between her lips. Her eyes are on Euna as she chews.

You motion for Salma to go ahead. Euna recoils and shields herself with her hands. Salma laughs.

Euna reddens and glares at you with mock anger. "You are a silly fool."

"And a fool's job is to make merry with his audience," you say. "And what's merrier than a good smooch?"

Euna smiles despite herself. "Keep your smooches to yourself."

You lean in and dart your tongue in her mouth enough to hook the berry. Your lips touch. She presses against you, and her tongue tries to steal the berry back, but you win the fight. Her lips linger upon yours before pulling away.

"A losing game, it sounds like," she says. "You'd have me forever doing lewd acts for you."

"Would that be so bad?"

She tries not to grin. "It might."

"Good," she says. "Make sure I don't have cause to doubt that."

Euna eyes the fruit. "With my lips?" she asks.

"However you want," you say. Shirina leans close. Her eyes dance with mirth.

Euna smiles and reddens. "I... Then I choose this." With two fingers, she plucks the berry from Salma's lips and eats it. "You said anyway I wanted."

However, before you have a chance to steal the berry from her like last time, Euna hurries forward and tries to snag the berry for herself. Salma darts her head away, forcing Euna to crawl over her. Their mouths meet, ever so briefly, and Euna comes away with the berry.

Euna is proud of herself, while Salma is left flustered. Her eyes are for Euna, but Euna is ignorant of this. "Thank you, Salma. That was most enjoyable. I think we're finished playing for now."

"Oh." Salma's disappointment is clear. "Of course. If you ever want to share berries again. I'll be around." And she scoots away.

"Maybe I should be jealous," you say.

"If I take the berries for you, then it keeps you out of trouble."

"Is that so? What else can I get you to do in my place?"

"Whatever I must. Maybe you should be careful what I have to do, or I'm apt to have my own affairs."

"Careful," you say. "I might call you on that bluff."

"And you'll have no one to blame but yourself when Salma and I run off without you."

You lean to catch the berry for yourself. Salma pulls away, and so you must lean closer. And that's when Salma locks lips with you. Your tongue hooks the fruit, and her's fights to keep it back. After much sensual sparring, you win the berry.

From the look in Salma's eye, she would very much like to spar again.

Euna, however, is not amused at all. Snagging your arm, she pulls you close. "Thank you so much," she says to Salma, "but I think we're done playing now."

"Of course. I understand." Salma takes the bowl into her lap and scoots away.

"You don't need to worry," you say to Euna.

"Don't I?" she asks. "Sometimes I forget what a philandering fool you are."

"Rest easy. This philandering fool now belongs to only you.

"Then you'll just have to find ways to keep my attention all to you.

Euna hooks your tunic and pulls you close to her. Your lips meet. She snatches the berry away with her tongue, but her lips linger. Her breath caresses. Her tongue teases. Then she pushes you away, chewing and grinning.

Euna watches you, and then she looks away. You're left holding a piece of fruit in your mouth, and no one cares. So you eat it.

For the rest of the time, Salma eats in peace.

You take a bilberry from the bowl.

You take a blackberry from the bowl.

However, it seems you're now out of time.

"Of course," Shirina says. "Help yourself to whatever you see. The food is for everyone."

"Thank you." Euna bows graciously.

Together, you and Euna gather food and find nearby bench. Other people come and go from the banquet platform.

No one bothers Shirina except for a pair of men who question her about the food available. They rope Shirina into a conversation which occupies her attention.

Meanwhile, a familiar face arrives, Salma. After enjoying a few treats, she once again settles upon a fresh bowl of berries. When she sees you two, her expression lights up, and she comes and sits nearby.

"Hello, you two!" she says.

"Hello," Euna replies.

She begins to enjoy the berries for herself, but she has set the bowl were you two can easily reach them.

"Red rosemary?" Shirina says. "I might have some crated away. Why do you ask?"

"We have a pair of friends who require some for a concoction they're making."

"Ah, I see."

As you converce, a woman approaches carrying a bowl of berries, and she sits by Shirina. Her skin is as dark as toffy, and her flowing hair is jet black.

Shirina smiles warmly to her. "It's wonderful to see you again, Salma."

"And you," Salma replies. "Care to eat some berries with me today?"

"I'd love to." Shirina takes a strawberry from the bowl and places it in Salma's cleavage. She stoops and catches the berry with her teeth. The next berry goes in Shirina's cleavage. Salma buries her face between Shirina's globes.

Shirina addresses you while this goes on. "These friends of yours wouldn't happen to be named Lanx and Fira, would they?"

"So you know them?" Euna asks.

Salma places the next berry again between Shirina's breasts. When she goes to fetch it, practically wedges her face between Shirina's tits. Shirina holds the girl's head to her chest while addressing you. "Fira is always trading with me for this or that. If you'll watch the food displays for a minute, I can go fetch some for you." She stands. "Why don't you enjoy some berries with Salma while I'm away. They're quite fresh today. Right from the fields.

You and Euna take her place on the perch. Salma seems disappointed with Shirina's departure, but only momentarily. She happily eats berries.

You take a mulberry from the bowl.

You take a strawberry from the bowl.

Euna watches to see what you do. There's a playful air about her.

Euna watches with interest.

Place it in Euna's cleavage

Bring the berry to Euna's mouth.

Hand it to Euna.

As you're peeling off your shirt, Euna stops you. "Why? We're not going in the cave, are we?"

"I thought we would," you reply.

"But there's no point. We already have the jewel. I don't think we were welcome to return to the keep."

"Who says we're going to the keep? You don't want to visit our slithering friends in the cave?"

"Oh, sure. As much as I'd love to get violated again by dangerous subterranean beasts, I don't think we should take unnecessary risks. There are other ways to get off."

"Very well, then." You put your shirt back on.

You and Euna are on a beach which ends against an ocean bluff. Waves gently rush against rocky crags. The steep stone wall rises up to a summit which looks over the ocean.

"Impressive," Euna says. "I suppose this is as far as the beach goes"

"Unless we swim," you reply.

"No thank you. I've no wish to cut myself upon those rocks."

Investigate the bluff for a cave entrance.

Enter the water caverns.

Enter the water caverns.

"All ogres have terrible hygiene, yes," she replies, "but Cafres are by far much worse. They actively try to live in squaller. They'll scatter feces and refuse around their homes to make it smell as powerful as possible. They'll let their food rot before they eat it."

"And they like that?"

"Their constitution works differently than ours. They need the food to be rotten. If they ate fresh food, they'd get as sick as if we were to eat rancid food. It's the same with the squaller. It's healthier for them to be filthy."

"As tough as any ogre. On the frontier, it takes scores of men to take down a single cafre. They'll cut through soldiers with a single swipe. Their skin is as tough as rawhide. And their bite is deathly septic.

"And they're as cruel as they they are powerful. Groups of cafres will raid villages. They'll kill every man, eat all the food, then take the women back as prisoners. No one is spared."

"A cafre's gluttony is rivaled only by their lust," she says. "They'll keep the girls alive as long as they can. I can only imagine they pray for death, to have such disgusting beasts have their way with you."

"Really? Why?"

"Yes, why?" Euna asks. "Her father sent us on this mission to get her away from the sorceress."

"That's his plan, yes, but I think we should. Marion wants to be ravaged and abused. From what I hear, there's no one better to do that than the sorceress."

"Besides," you add. "It'll give us a chance to investigate the sorceress's tower if we ever plan to steal that jewel for Damien."

"Hmm." The idea intrigues Euna. "It does seem like a perfect fit for our little masochist, but as much as it arouses me thinking about what the sorceress might do to her, her father put his trust in us."

"To get Marion out of her responsibility," you say. "If she doesn't go, someone has to. Seems a little selfish, doesn't it?"

"It is, but still."

"You do remember what Dalmat said about the sorceress," Euna says. "People sent to her are never heard from again. They suffer horrible fates."

"If people have never heard from them again, how do people know? He admitted nobody know's for sure what happens. He also said there are those who consider being given to the sorceress is a great honor."

"Those people are deluded."

"Only from Dalmat's perspective. He's an outsider. Besides, isn't what he's doing rather selfish? He's breaking the city's tradition by smuggling away his own daughter, but that just means someone else will have to go instead."

"But this isn't what he wanted."

"Why don't we see what Marion wants." You crane to look at her. "What do you think? Would you like us to take you to the sorceress, who may sexually abuse in unimaginable ways? Or do you want to get on that boat?"

She looks at you shocked. "I... I'm not sure. Nobody as ever asked me. My father never wanted to discuss it. I told him once I wanted to go just to get it over with, and he yelled."

"He's concerned for you," Euna says.

She motions to you. "But he's right. If I don't go, someone else will. Ever since we first found out about the ritual, I've always fantasized about what would happen to me if I was picked. When my name came up," she blushes, "I was actually kind of excited, but my father wouldn't hear of it."

"Are you sure you're ready to accept whatever torturous fate the sorceress might have for you?"

"I... yes. I am."

"You are quite the masochist, aren't you?" Euna strokes Marion's face.

Marion smiles shyly.

"Then let's deliver you to your fate," Euna says. "I do hope I get to see what happens to you."

"Are you actually considering it?" Euna asks.

"I think so. I... I think I want to do it. Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I think I am. He's right. I should do this. It's my responsibility. And I..." She lowers her voice. "I've always wanted to know."

Troubled, Euna looks at her. "If this is what you really want."

"It is."

She sighs. "Then let's go."

You turn the horses toward the mountains where the sorceress tower looms far above. Through the woods and to the base of the mountain, you guide the horses up a narrow trail that switchbacks up and up. Finally, with the forest and the city of Cockaigne far below, you take a turn, and the base of the tower comes into view.

Four strange creatures guard the gate. They look like two-legged pigs standing eight feet tall. They have massive tusks and bodies covered in thick bristly fur. Their lower bodies are covered in much. Their powerful stench of fetid body oder and shit already reaches even to where you are. The ground around them is littered with trash and rutted mud.

Euna wrinkles her nose. "Strange choice of guards this sorceress has."

"What on earth are those?" Marion asks.

"I've heard of those things before," Euna says. "They're Cafres. They're in the ogre family, and just as tough and short tempered. but like pigs, their gluttony is endless."

You untie another rabbit from the pole and hurry away from the camp.

Return to camp.

The woods grow thick as you proceed. It's a struggle to move onward. Bramble scratches your legs and arms. Euna frequently complains as branches snag her dress.

Suddenly, you detect a smell, powerful but distant, and entirely unpleasant. It's of rot and waste, like a barnyard or a pig pen that's ripened in the sun, only worse.

Soon the woods part, and you enter a clearing before a face of the mountain. There's a cave here, though clearly occupied. A wooden palisade surrounds the entrance. Animal skulls line the spiked poles. Refuse piles lie not only all around the palisade, but on the inside as well. They contain all manner of garbage, from bones to rotten food. In the center of the cordoned area is a massive pit filled with mud, and you're guessing, waste. The smell is immeasurably worse than it was before.

"What sort of creature lives here?" Euna whispers to you.

In answer to her question. A rumbling from the woods across the camp. A beast seven feet tall steps out carrying over his shoulder a long pole with several dead rabbits dangling from it, and a sack over the other. It's some sort of pig monster on two legs, or perhaps a boar. It has massive brown tusks sticking up from its snout and brown, bristly fur over its body. The beast seems to have some degree of civility. It's dressed in an armored leather tunic which struggles to hold in it's muscled girth, and it carries a viscous, serrated saber at its belt along with other hunting equipment.

But it's civility ends there. Dried mud covers much its body and armor. As it comes around and enters its domicile, the powerful stench of musk and sweat fill the air. The beast tromps through the mud to the cave entrance. There, it jams the pole of game into the ground, then turns to the piles of refuse littered around its camp. Picking one, it upends its bag, and all manner of fruits and vegetables tumble out.

It's a shame to watch. All that food looked perfectly good, only now it lay in rot and shit.

The boar monster tosses the empty bag aside and turns to another pile of refuse. The food in this one has long since spoiled, yet the beast begins to rut through the sodden mess for food, which he crams in his mouth. Gelatinous strings of slobber ooze from his mouth. It's nauseating to watch as he snarfs down mushy fruit, wilted vegetables, maggot ridden meat, and brown lumps that seem more fecal than earth. Why would the creature eat this after obtaining so much fresh food?

Occasionally, the beast snatches a stubby hand into the refuse and pulls out a rat. Taking it by the tail, the beast slams the rat down, killing it, then tosses it back into the refuse.

As it eats, a falcon lands on the upright stick of game and picks at a thong stringing up a rabbit. The boar man turns and snarls. The falcon hurries away.

The sound attracts something from within the cave. The ground rumbles as another beast emerges. This one is more rotund than his counterpart. Bristly fur only covers his head and back, and pink spots cover his body. Instead of armor, he wears a loin half hidden by his pot belly. Despite the loin cloth's size, it seems barely able to provide modesty for beasts such as these.

The spotted boar man has an animal with him by a leash. It looks like a mean-looking Rottweiler, only it has a pig snout for a nose and course bristles instead of fur. Not an animal you'd ever take for a pet.

"You're back," the spotted boar man says. It glances over the new food.

The bristly one grunts between bites.

"Come on," says Spots. "The fun is about to start."

"I'm hungry," Bristles replies.

"Then bring some with you. Come on. I tire of waiting. We can't play without you."

Bristles keeps eating, so Spots shoves him with a cloven foot. "Get moving!"

Bristles staggers, then snarls at Spots. They face off, stomping the mud and turning their heads this way and that as they snort.

The dog sniffs the air and looks in your direction. It barks madly. Euna gasps. You both freeze in place.

"Oh, shut up!" Spots kicks the dog. It whines and looks reproachfully at its owner. Spots turns to Bristles. "Now come on. I've waited all week for this." He turns and marches back inside. The dog glances your way once more, then follows. Bristles collects a handful of waste and hurries after.

Strange yelling noises and howling were coming from inside the cave. Whatever the hell game they're playing has them distracted.

"I've heard of those things before," Euna says. "They're Cafres. They're in the ogre family, and just as tough and short tempered."

"Are all ogres that disgusting?"

"These are particularly bad," she replies. "They always live in squaller. It's healthier for them. You see that food? They're going to let it spoil first before they eat it. If they were to eat it fresh, they'd get as sick as we would if we were to eat rotten food. "

"Aren't you the smart one," you say.

"They're just something I learned about during my studies at the convent. I never thought I'd have the misfortune to see one."

"Shame about that food." You eye the fresh fruits and vegetables.

"Pity, yes. Shall we keep moving?"

After struggling through the thick woods and bramble, you once again come upon the Cafre's cave.

The dwelling is as you saw it before. Refuse, rotting food, a manure pile in the center, and palisades lines with animal skulls. There's no sign of Spots or Bristles, or their foul pets, but noises are coming from deep within the cave.

It seems they've recently acquired another batch of food. As savage as these creatures are, they certainly are good trappers. Multiple dead quail and rabbit hang from a stick. A falcon is perched there like before, picking away at the game.

"I'm not sure why you brought us back here," Euna says. "Shall we keep moving?"

Sneak into the camp to steal food.

You leave the saber where it is. You'd probably make a hell of a clatter getting it out, and unlike food, the boarmen might miss it. You fill up on food and sneak out of the camp.

Return to camp.

It takes you a while to uncover it. You move aside meaty bones and shove away piles of dung. All the while you're casting glances toward the cave entrance.

The saber comes free. You hold it aloft. It's not in the best shape. Rust tarnishes the blade. The edge has several nicks. The wrapping on the grip is in tatters, and of course it's covered in poop. It's lethal though.

You sneak out of the boarmen's sty with your food and weapon. It's time to head back. The sky is already dimming.

Saber added to inventory

Return to camp.

"Stay here," you tell Euna. You creep toward they encampment.

She yanks you back. "Are you insane?"

"I think we can just wash off the food and it will be fine."

"I don't care about that. You might get caught."

"Don't worry. I'll be quick."

Before she can say anything else, you're already out of reach.

Sneaking past the palisades, you give the mud pit in the center a wide berth. It's far worse now that you're up close. Maggots and bugs writhe within, and there are several piles of black dung, most likely from the cafres. Black flies swarm each pile. As you pass, they swarm about in an angry buzz. The stench is horrendous.

You finally reach the fresh food. Carefully, you untie a rabbit and tuck it into your tunic. A loud yell comes from the cave, along with the barking and snarling of several pig dogs. You startle, but soon realize they're still preoccupied with whatever is going on in there.

Euna is frantically motioning for you to return, but you don't have quite enough food for the both of you.

You start sneaking in.

"Again?" she says.

"We've gotten away with it so far."

She rolls her eyes and motions you on. "Just be careful."

You sneak into the cam. The stench is as rotten as ever. You'll never get used to it. Near the cave entrance, you shoo the falcon away and take a quall. There is plenty more game on the rack, and there's also a fresh pile of vegetables dropped on top of a refuse pile.

Raucous sounds from inside the cave. The cafre are once again up to something.

Take more game. It's the best food here.

Sort through the fruits on the refuse pile. It's safer. The cafre are less likely to notice.

Sneak into the cave and see what in heavens is so interesting.

You take a single piece of game, then turn to the refuse pile. Littered atop piles of junk and sludge are all manner of foods. Turnips, carrots, cabbage, wild potatoes, tomatoes... You're not sure where on earth the boarmen are getting this stuff. It all seems wild, but you haven't seen any of it during your hunts. It's probably a combination of their knowing all the good spots, and having amazing senses of smell.

You turn to leave when something catches your eye. Something is glinting near the bottom of the refuse, beneath layers of bones and mud. You move aside some debris and brush away the feces with a long bone. Half buried in mud and feces is a saber, just like the kind the boarmen carry. It's rusted and long forgotten, but the edge is still razor sharp.

Fetch the saber. It might come in handy

If the boarmen know it's here. They'll definitely realize it's missing. Leave it.

You gather up armloads of food. Much of it's smeared with feces, but no problem. You can clean most of it in the river before going back.

Return to camp.

You twist Euna so her back is to you. Dropping your pants, you line your cock up with her asshole and push. She relaxes herself as best she can, yet it still takes many slow in out movements before you're buried inside her ass.

Then, it's time to fuck her. Hooking your arms behind her knees, you pull her legs up to her chest and hold them in place by hugging her from behind. Her full weight is fully upon her wrists and her ass upon your member. Your thrusts make her whine in pain. There's little she can do to resist, or even to hump back, as you hammer her ass like a piece of meat.

"Harder... Harder," she pleads. "Punish me. Hurt me..." Her pussy drools long strands which waggle and break free because of your energetic thrusts. Her screams reach a peak. Her body writhes and flexes in your arms. Her asshole clutches at your cock as though trying to lock it in place as you erupt. Your cum fills her bowels.

After coming down, you remain buried in her for a while. In curiosity, you swipe your hand over her untouched snatch. She's sopping wet, and the mere touch causes her to shiver.

You pull from her ass and release her legs. She dangles limply. Small shivers of pleasure occasionally course through her. Eventually, her ragged breathing returns to normal.

You slap her ass. She gasps in surprise. You bring your hand down again and again upon her cheeks, one after another. Each strike sounds out, flesh against flesh. Euna takes the punishment for the first few dozen spanks, but soon she's squirming to avoid your palm.

Both of her cheeks glow red. They're warm to the touch.

You spin Euna around; Her feet stagger for support, and you bring the rope whip down upon her breasts without pause.

Blindfolded as she is, she had no way of seeing it coming, and She sees what you're about to do and flinches away. The moment you strike, a scream escapes her lips. She whines and cowers as you strike her breasts one after another until they too turn a bright red.

Reaching around Euna, you cup each of her breasts. Just as she starts relaxing, you pinch both of her nipples, and she jolts.

You twist. You pull. You tweak. Soon, each nipples jut from her chest fully erect. When you squeeze down upon them, a shudder of pain passes through her, and she thrashes.

You deliver a swift punch to her stomach. She grunts in pain and would have doubled over if not for the ropes. Another swift punch leaves her coughing and sputtering. Blinded as she is, each blow comes as a complete surprise. She can only cringe endlesslyShe tries to tense herself as you deliver blow after blow to her poor stomach. It leaves her convulsing in pain.

From behind her, you hook one of her legs with an arm and pull it up and to the side. This leaves her slit exposed and vulnerable.

"No..." Euna mumbles. She senses what you're doing.

And then you bring the lash up in and underhanded swing. The rope slaps against her pussy.

Euna squeals. Her body convulses. You bring the lash up again and again against her delicate flower. She struggles free her leg from your grip, but to no avail.

"No, no, no, please," she begs.

Your lashes are not as strong as they were on her ass, but as sensitive as her slit is, it's all that's needed. After nearly a dozen, she's thrashing.

"Stop begging," you tell her. "You wanted to be punished, because you know you deserve it."

"Please..." she says.

You talk over her. "You've become a little slut. You've given up all your virtues, and now you spread your legs freely. You beg for sex. You itch between your legs."

"I know," she breaths. "I'm sorry. I am a trollop. I–"

You slap her. It shuts her up.

"I didn't say a trollop. I said slut. Your delicate little flower is now a fuck hole, only good for cocks. You need to be hurt because you know you're a sinful slut."

"Yes!" she cries. Euna rubs her thighs together. "Yes. It's true. Hurt me. Please. I deserve it."

You slap her again. "You tramp. Your ass is a loose hole that begs to be used. Your mouth is good for sucking cocks. You love to show your body off like it's a piece of meat. And then you whore yourself to strange men just so you can slake that lust inside you. You're so slutty, you're getting off on being punished."

You fetch from the climbing gear another length of rope. Bundling it together, you create a makeshift lash—a coiled rope handle with a half-dozen loops of rope dangling from one end. A whip like this will be good for her. A nice sting, but no welting.

"What are you doing?" Euna turns her blindfolded head this way and that as though she might see you. Euna scurries her feet to turn around and see. You ignore her. Returning, you immediately whip the rope across her ass. She yelps. Her body jolts. You bring it down repeatedly. Sometimes against her cheeks, sometimes her thighs or back. The strikes are leaving her body striped with red.

"Stop!" Euna writhes as she tries to squirm away. But Margosha's name goes unspoken. Her breath comes out in gasps. She's gripping the rope she dangles from to keep her weight off her wrists.

You search around until finding an old piece of silk left over from when Euna shortened her chemise. It's perfect.

"What is that for?" Euna asks as you approach.

Wordlessly, you fit it around her eyes and tie it behind her head. Secure, but not too tight.

Euna cries out. Her body twists and turns. Her chest heaves.

"Oh, Lord," she breaths. "Enough. Take me. Please. Ravage me." Her hips gyrate as though trying to hump the air. Her pussy is a wet mess.

Already, Euna's breath has grown short. She pants from exertion. Her chest heaves.

"No, please. No more. I need you." Euna is whining. Her hips still gyrate. "Fuck me, fuck me. I need it."

A strand of her juices drips from between her legs. Her pussy radiates baking heat. It needs filling.

"Oh Lord. Please, more gently." Euna undulates. "I can't take this." Tears stain her blindfold.Tears run down her cheeks. Whimpers escape her lips. Between her legs, her pussy glistens. It's lips have unfolded.

Euna's screams grow frantic. "Oh, Lord. I can't believe... I'm actually... uugghh." Her body convulses. Her core flexes rhythmically as a long shrill cry escapes her. Her thighs squeeze tight together and rub, and her curled toes scrape the earth.

Until finally she goes limp. She dangles from the rope. Her breath is ragged. A long silence passes.

Turning Euna to face you, you grab her knees and pull her legs about your waist. The moment your cock touches her, her legs hook around your back and pull you in. Just like that, you're deep inside her with the lips of her pussy clamped the very base of your shaft.

Already, her body trembles in ecstasy. You thrust into her fiercely while she desperately humps back at an irregular tempo. She's screaming out. Her body writhes. When you fire cum deep inside her, it sends her to yet another level.

After you come down, you hold her tightly for a while. Eventually, her legs unwrap from around you, allowing you to pull away. She dangles limply from the rope. Your seed and her juices run rivulets down the inside of her thigh. Her breath is slowly returning to normal.

"Oh, my Lord," she breaths. "That was incredible."

"So you enjoy a little punishment, do you?"

"I think I see what everyone else is getting from it. It was just so... intense. I couldn't think. A part of me wanted you to stop so badly. It kept screaming at me to yell out Margosha's name, but it just wouldn't come. I always wanted just a little bit more."

You undo the rope stringing her up and slip the binds from her arms. After rubbing her wrists, she removes her blindfold and wipes tears from her eyes. She studies all the red marks scoring her body, tracing some with her finger. "You know, I think I always knew I'd enjoy this."

"How come?"

"Remember when I said I used to hate it when Reverend Mother Margosha used to flog me?"

"Yes?"

"That wasn't entirely true. I'd cry, sure. I'd wail. I'd feel terribly humiliated, but afterwards, I think I... I savored the experience. I used to look in the mirror at night and trace my welts, just like this. At the time, I always imagined I was reflecting on my lesson, that I was somehow becoming more pure. But looking back, I don't think my intent was as pure as I believed."

"Doesn't sound like it."

"Margosha used to call me a slut too, you know. I'd confess sinful thoughts I'd had, and she'd tell me what a wanton whore I was, and that I was filled with sin."

"Should I not have called you those things?"

"Why shouldn't you have?" she asks. "They're true. They were true then too, I just didn't know it yet. She used to fill me with shame. But when you say it, it fills me with something much different. Maybe because I've accepted it's true now. And I enjoy a little discipline to keep me sharp."And that I deserve my beatings." She flashes you a grin.

Euna finishes her self-inspection and turns to you with a radiant smile. She clasps you in a great hug. Her naked body presses against yours. "Thank you for educating me in proper discipline. It was most enlightening."punishing me. It's the least I deserved." Her lips meet yours.

Box of Food removed from inventory

You retire to the bed, but Euna doesn't come immediately. She's rummaging through your pack and brings out Lanx's climbing gear. It has a pick, a few pitons, and several lengths of rope.

It's the rope she brings over to bed. "I want to use these tonight," she says. "I want you to string me up and... well... punish me, I suppose."

"Punish you? Sure. For what?"

"I don't know. I'm new to this. I don't know what it's called, but you've told me so many stories about girls who get spanked or whipped, and how much they love it. And I... I'm interested to know what it's like."

"A strong tsarivna such as yourself would let me hurt her?"

"I'm curious," she says. "So yes. I would have expected you to jump at this, but if that's not the case, then I'm ordering you to punish me. I want to know."

"Then let's do it. What shall we use as a safe word?"

"Safe word?"

"Beg and plead all you want, and I'll ignore you, because you need punishing, but if you so much as mutter your safe word, I stop. Role-play is over."

"I suppose that's a good idea, isn't it? What should it be?"

"That's up to you," you say. "You're the one who needs to remember. Just make sure it's unique, something you'd never say during sex otherwise."

She thinks while you fashion together a quick wrist bind. "It should be Nimel," she says. "I'm certainly not thinking of our Lord Father when I engage in these acts."

"I like it, but no. Do you know how often you scream for your Lord when you're at the peak of pleasure? Nimel could slip out."

She laughs. "Oh, right. I guess there'll always be a nun somewhere inside me. Fine then. How about Margosha? I certainly never think of her these days."

"The perfect name for killing the mood," you say. "And fitting. She's the woman who used to discipline you. Now, if we're going to string you up, I need something to hang you from..."

You fetch the rope from your pack and search around for a place you might hammer in pitons, when you notice Euna investigating the obelisk. There are small stone loops chiseled into the stone along the top, which by good fortune, would work perfectly.

Euna watches you thread the rope through the loops. "Something tells me I won't be the first maiden tied to this Godless sculpture."

"Those idol worshippers and their devious ways," you say.

"I wonder how many of them were tied up voluntarilly like me." She circles the obelisk, feeling the stone. "I wonder how many of them lost their lives..."

You finish readying the ropes. "Now. It's time for you to strip."

Euna removes every scrap of cloth, and holds her hands out before you.Glancing about, Euna removes all her clothes. She covers herself at first. After working up the nerve, she holds her hands out before you.

You slip the wrist bind over her hands and tighten it. After running the hanging rope through the bindings, you pull out the slack. Her arms lift overhead. You don't stop until she's on the balls of her feet. That's when you secure the rope.

She now stands against the obelisk, helpless and naked, with the dark mountains as her audience. The sight does conjure thoughts of maiden sacrifices. She's ready to be offered.

You lift up.

Euna breaths deep, and then licks her lips delectably. Her breath tickles against your hole.

She's left gasping. Her face is red, and her thighs are rubbing together.

She curls over and gulps for air.. Her face is red. "I was starting to think you weren't going to let up." A few deep breaths. "I was starting to panic." Once she's regained her composure, she lies back down.

Euna heaves for breath. She curls onto her side and coughs. Her face is tinged a little blue.

"Oh my Lord..." More breaths. "That was intense. I honestly thought I was going to pass out."

"But you made it," you say. "And was that your tongue I felt start back up?"

She nods, still gasping. "I realized there wasn't any point to fighting. If you were going to suffocate me, I might as well keep up my duty... like a good little whore." She recovers a minute longer. "It was almost liberating actually."

"Liberating?"

"You could have killed me. There was nothing I could do about it. So I stopped worrying about it and just trust in you. I realized my life was in your hands, and I accepted that." She rolles back onto back. "Maybe it was just the suffocation talking. But... God that was intense."

"Again?"

She shakes her head. "One life-changing near-death experience is enough for tonight. But this has left me rather bothered."

She lies back down. "Up to you."

She hasn't even fully recovered by the time she straightens back out, eyes tearing and nose running. Her body still writhes as though deprived. From the look in her eyes, she may be craving something more than oxygen. She clutches the rope binding her hands and eyes you suggestively.

She straightens back out soon enough. Her eyes are tearing, and her lips are blue. Her body must still be low on air—she's certainly gasping enough—but otherwise she seems to have taken your suffocation in stride. This seems almost rote to her.

Euna doesn't immediately gasp for air. She doesn't even seem aware of anything, much less that you've lifted. Then comes a ragged, sobbing gasp. Her eyes are unfocused. All she does is gulp air as the blue tint fades from her face. Eventually, her eyes focus.

"What in the world were you thinking?" she snaps. "You could have killed me."

"Not without a few more minutes."

"Well, don't you think maybe you should have stopped after I went limp? How could you think I'd enjoy that?"

"Maybe I pushed it a little too far," you say.

"My head hurts now, and my ears are rushing."

"You'll be better in a minute."

She nods. "I don't think I can keep going anymore. My head hurts too much."

"You think?" She winces. "My head hurts. My ears won't stop rushing."

"Sorry."

She winces her eyes. "Sure you are. I think we're quite done now. I'm in no more mood."

"Did I... just pass out?"

"No, I think you just blanked for a moment."

"Lord..." She winces. "My head is hammering."

"You'll be fine."

"How dare you." Euna smiles coyly. Her thighs rub together as they often do when her hands cannot reach her own sex. "You actually choked me out... your own tsarivna." She streches out her body as though waking. "Lord, that was a rush. My head is still spinning."

"Does her majesty crave another rush?"

"It spoils it if you have to ask," she says. "Surprise me."

"Oh, I know..." She bites her lips. Her thighs rub together as they often do when her hands cannot reach her own sex. "You actually choked me out... for your own sexual gratification... It's like I'm nothing more than a seat for you. No thought for my own wellbeing."

"I think I might retake my seat," you say.

"My face is yours to use as you wish," she replies.

Before she's fully recovered, she's already lying back down. Her eyes are red and teary, her breath is still ragged, but she's ready for whatever you do next.

Euna does not take in a deep breath. In fact, she doesn't breath at all, and she's blue in the face.

Quickly, you try to breath life into her, but it seems your suffocation game went on just a little longer than it should have. And now you're facing a future without her. It might be harder, but it also might be easier without having to look out for her all the time.

Whatever that future is, it won't involve going home, not without her to pardon you.

Euna is as dead as you'd expect. Her face is blue, she's a little cold already, and her eyes are vacant. No point in even checking; there's no question.

The real question is: what are you going to do now?

There are lumps of mushed shit in her bowels. You collect them as you thrust. When you pull out, it's like you clutched a handful of mud.

"Don't stop now. Please." Euna clutches the ropes tethering her arms overhead.slips two fingers from either hand into her filthy cunt to spread it open. Shit oozes over those fingers. She either doesn't notice or doesn't care. "I'm so close."

You feed the dripping handful into her polluted snatch. Her lips grip your wrist.

With your other fist in her ass, you work her hard until she's screaming. From her legs, her hips, and her hands all work in unison to pull you closer—deeper into herself.

And then it's done.

Finally she notices. Her pussy is painted brown. "Oh Lord..." When she bears down, shit oozes from her slit. "Oh my Lord." She yanks desperately on the ropes until you get her free, and she immediately covers herself, only for the mess to ooze between her fingers.slaps a hand over herself, only to find her fingers are already messy. "Oh my heavens! You didn't stop?"

"You told me to keep going."

"This is... Oh Lord... I've got waste in me."

"You knew you were getting messy, didn't you?"

"Yes, but not like this." She gets up. "I've got to clean up."

Hand pressed to her crotch, Euna scampers off naked.

She's gone a long time, and returns dripping wet. She lies down beside you.

"Clean?" you ask.

"I'm not sure I'll ever be truly clean again. You were quite liberal."

"You knew perfectly well how liberal I was being," you whisper. "And you know you loved it."

"Maybe. Maybe not. But we shouldn't get quite so messy again. It's unhealthy."

"Never again?"

She's quiet for a good while. "Maybe not never."

She stares at you. "You're asking me to defecate more?"

"I'm not asking," you say. "I'm ordering."

"As you wish."

"It won't be an accident if you do it on purpose."

"Your perversions have no limits," she says, "but if you want to see it..."

Euna faces forward again. She hardly strains at all before pulverized waste oozes freely from her hole. It falls between her legs. She glances back and gives you a sly look. Suddenly, she kneels back and presses her ass against the growing pile. Her hips grind, spreading the mess around. Filth still pours from her hole. She's merely mashing it into the pile, creating a larger mound to sit upon. Though in the end, she's sitting on a mountainous crater of filth, and her ass is an absolute mess.

"And finished," she says. "Enjoyed the show?"

"I did."

"Good to know. Now, I desperately need to get cleaned."

"I suppose you're right," she says. "We just sodomized in filth, and I'm worried about a small droplet. Let's go."

Her eyes go wide realizing what you're demanding. Your wilting cock has brown smears along its length, and a small accumulation under the crown.

She nods. "I will try."

"Are you serious?" she asks.

"It's your mess, isn't it?"

You sit back.

Euna gasps when she feels the wetness of your tongue running up the crack of her ass. She whips her head around to look.

A film of sludge overwhelms your senses. The grimy texture coats your mouth with foul flavors. The first few swipes scoop a tongue-full which you struggle to swallow down. Her smooth hole flexes and winks as your tongue caresses over it.Her hole flexes as your tongue clean it and suck each hair about the rim.

Euna arches her back and pushes her ass out. Your tongue causes her to shiver.

"I don't know what has come over you," she says. "but since you're at it. Make sure to do a thorough job. I won't be going to that ice-cold river tonight. You can though, after I'm clean."

Once the worst is done, you focus on all remaining smears, wherever they may be on her skin. Some come within a narrow width of her pussy.

Eventually, she's clean of any visible mess.

"Now." She reaches back and spreads her ass wide. "Give it a good kiss. Show grace for the pleasure my hole has given you."

You do so. Afterward, Euna rolls over and sits. There's still a small pile at the foot of the bedding, but her eyes fall first on your wilting cock. It has brown smears along its length, and a small accumulation under the crown.

After some thought, she says, "Sit back."

"What happened to cleaning at the river?"

She pushes you onto your ass.

"Thank you." Euna rolls over. Her eyes settle on your wilting cock. "May I please clean you too?"

You sit back.

"Thank you." Euna rolls over. Her eyes settle on your wilting cock. "Maybe I could clean you too?"

"Are you sure?" you ask.

She nods. So you sit back.

Euna rolls over and sits. There's still a small pile at the foot of the bedding, but her eyes fall first on your wilting cock. It has brown smears along its length, and a small accumulation under the crown.

Euna kneels by your cock. The smell has hesitate at first, but she begins. Whether to get it over with, or out of boldness, she takes your wilting cock into her mouth and sucks. Her tongue whirls about your shaft. Though she gags, she recovers quickly.

With your shaft mostly clean, she tongues your balls. Without her hands to help, your dick flops against her face.

Another gag. This time, she has to pull away and rest. Her breath is heavy, and her stomach is revolting. Yet when she sees you watching her, she opens her mouth. Brown stains her tongue and marks her lips. She smiles, swallows, and returns to work. Its impressive commitment, especially since you never told her she needed to use her mouth to clean you.

With the worst gone, she works quickly now. Her tongue runs along your crown. Soon, the only mess that remains is on her face as she beams at you.

"Satisfactory?" she asks.

"For me, yes. You're still quite the mess." You point.

"How was that?"

You point. "You've got a little."

She swipes her tongue along her lips to catch any residue, except the mess extends along her cheeks. Euna gets that sense from the look in your eyes.

"Maybe we should both go by the river," she says.

You two dispose of all the mess and hurry down to the river, where you both wash yourselves thoroughly. Back in bed, you both lie down together.

"Was it worth it?" you ask.

"You mean did I enjoy the most debased sodomy of my life?" she asks. "I don't know. The smell was horrendous, and it was quite a mess. Yet..." She bites her lip. "Maybe it was the sensation of getting ravaged with my gut still full. Or maybe it was the sheer wrongness of it, but already I can feel myself warming up just smelling the stench in here. I think you've broken something inside of me."

She cuddles close. "And now we hold each other tenderly after filthy sodomy. What a romantic couple we make."

Exhausted and sore as she is, she lifts her legs to her chest once again. "You are right. Abuse me as you will."

Climbing over her, you easily slide your erection into her slack asshole and bottom out. Her legs entrap you, and she flexes to squeeze your member tight. You hammer her ass, and within a minute, you fire your seed deep into her.

"Satisfied, my love?" she whispers.

"I am."

"Now that you've broken my poor bottom, what other ways are you going to stretch me out?"

"You'll find out."

You slip a finger into Euna's anus. It slides in easily to the base. Euna's butt squeezes it.

A second finger slides in beside the first. Then comes a third. This one meets resistance, but you get the fingers all the way in. Experimentally, you splay your fingers, stretching her rim.

Euna hisses. "Slower," she warns.

"But keep going?"

She regards you coolly. "I see what you're doing."

"What am I doing?"

"You're looking to fit as much as you can. You weren't satisfied fitting your fist inside my nethers. Now you must abuse my poor bottom too."

"We don't have to do this."

"No. Go ahead, you deviant. I know you won't be satisfied until you've done so. But I must insist that you use our oils."

Euna clenches and pulls away. "Oil first."

And so you slather your fist with a dash of daywither syrup.

And so you cover your hand with a scoop of akkoro slime.

Euna pulls her knees to her chest, making her rear the center of your attention. You slide three fingers back in and work them about easily now. Four fingers now. You splay them to create a small gap. Euna feels around and slides a finger inside.

"Hmm, seems like there's still room," she says.

"You're as curious as I am," you reply.

She shrugs. "Maybe I am. Maybe I've experimented a little myself."

"Why?"

"Perhaps I was getting myself ready for you. My ass is for your pleasure, so please, go ahead."

"When?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." She pulls her finger out. "Go on now."

You're up to your knuckles now. Only your thumb remains, which you tuck and push. And push, and twist, and push, and jab, and twist. Try as you might though, you just can't quite get through the final knuckle of your thumb through.

Euna is relaxing as much as she can, but each jab causes her pain. "I'm not sure it's going to fit after all," she says.

"I've almost got it..." You push hard and don't relent. Her ass caves inward.

"Ahh, stop!" she squeals. "It's too much!"

But finally your knuckles slip through.

Breathless, Euna reaches and feels only your wrist. "My Lord. It's actually in!" She holds your arm in place while she recovers. Your fingers are clamped together inside her by her enveloping rectum. Her anal ring squeezes your wrist. Eventually, Euna's hand comes away.

You pull your hand from her rectum until her ring recedes from around your knuckles, and then you push back in. You build a rhythm of pumping in and out of her bowels. Her body rocks with each thrust. At last, she screams out. She grinds the pestle deep in her pussy.She strums her clit frantically. Her sex oozes over your arm.

Afterward, you withdraw your fist. It emerges with a small pop. Her yawning hole closes reluctantly.

"Satisfied?" you ask.

She slides three fingers into her own gaping hole. A smile comes over her. "No. Now you will dump your seed in my cavern."

"Are you asking?"

"This is an order. Fill me with your cum."

Climbing over her, you easily slide your erection into her slack hole and bottom out immediately. Her legs entrap you, and she flexes her asshole to squeeze you tight. After hammering into her for minutes, you fill her bowels with your seed.

Afterward, you two melt together.

"Now I am satisfied." She nuzzles against your chest. "Of course, I'm sure you're not satisfied. You never will be, will you? Now that you've broken my poor bottom, what other ways are you going to stretch me out, I wonder."

"We'll see."

"Ooh, that was intense," Euna rubs her poor abused hole. She eyes your erection. "I hope you don't mind if I leave you unsatisfied. I'm spent."

"Very well. We will rest."

"No. You don't get to rest until I've had my own turn. You said your ass is for my pleasure."

You lie down with her, and she encircles you with her limbs.

"Now that you've broken my poor bottom," she asks. "What other ways are you going to stretch me out?"

"You'll find out."

Your climax builds. Yanking her down upon you by her hair, youYou slam your cock as deep into her rectum as you can. Your seed fills her bowels. She cries out in ecstasy.

You gather your breath, then pull your cock from her asshole. It gapes a little as though yearning to swallow your cock once again. Cum bubbles from her still-open hole.

"Ohh, that was intense." Hands bound overhead, she undulates in residual pleasure.She runs her fingers along her own hole. It smears the cum dribbling from her, and slides inside a few more times as though yearning for a little more penetration. "I shouldn't enjoy this," she whispers. "But maybe that's why I do."

"Do you want to try something new?" you ask.

"Hmm." She stops grinding her ass upon you and eyes you ponderously. "You are suggesting the carnal sin of anal sodomy, yes?"

"I love it when you talk dirty."

She smiles, amused. "It's such a dirty practice, isn't it?"

"And?"

"Hmm. I think... I think I'm in the mood for a little dirty. I'm finding that sex often is." She nods. "Let's try it. As long as we go slow. I've heard it's important for the first time."

"Did you hear that from Fira?"

"Is she wrong?"

"No, she's not."

"Then we go slow. And we use that." She looks to the lubricant you brought out. "And"Then we go slow. And we stop as soon as I say no. And if it gets... really messy. That will be your fault, since this is your idea." She's blushing a little as she says the last part.

You After coating your fingers in akkoro slime, you spread it about her anus. And you push a few fingers into her. She flinches; her hole tightens.

You After coating your fingers in daywither slime, you spread it about her anus. And you push a few fingers into her. She flinches; her hole tightens.

You resume a slow, steady penetration of her ass using your finger. You try to introduce a second. She flinches; her hole tightens.

"Sorry," she says.

"It's okay. It's just a reflex." You work your fingers work in and out until her asshole remains slack. "I think we're ready," you say.

"Slowly now," she warns.

"Of course." You position your cock at her ass. Gently, you push, pausing when she clenches, until you're bottomed out. Withdrawing is another bout of stop and go, but when you reenter again, she hardly tenses at all. Eventually, you have a slow pace of thrusting in and out.

"This is very strange," she says.

"Painful?"

"No. Not painful, just strange." Her hips start humping in time with your thrusts. Her expression is that of someone trying an exotic food for the first time. Her hand moves to her clit and begins tracing small circles about it.

"Enjoying yourself?" you ask.

"I might be." She's sounds short on breath. "Go faster."

You speed up. Your thighs slap against her ass. Moans escape her lips. Her ass humps against you. Her hand works frantically at her snatch. This sex is no longer a tentative trial. Her moans turn to ragged whines that reach a crescendo.

"Come with me..." she says breathlessly. "Come with me."

Her thrusts become irregular. She cries out, and her body tenses. Her ass clutches your shaft in a vice. With her arms and legs, she pulls you tight against her. Bottomed out, you fire cum deep into her bowels.

You're wilting by the time she comes down. Breathless, she goes limp and rests her eyes. You slide yourself from her. Euna squeezes you close against her, uncaring of any mess on your cock or any odor in the air.

"I've just committed the carnal sin of sodomy," she whispers. "A unclean act practiced only by lustful sinners."

"So did you enjoy it?"

She nuzzles your neck. "What do you think?"

After licking clean most of the cum, Euna runs off to the river for a quick minute. Returning damp and clean, she snuggles up to you.

"Don't do that," you say.

Euna pauses. "Hmm?"

"Just come to bed."

"Like this? I'm a sticky mess."

"So?"

"You want me to sleep while soiled in your essence." She runs a finger through the lashes of cum. "Fine, but I think you're going to regret this, right... about..." She lies down and cuddles next to you. "Now." Her breasts press against your side. Warm, sticky wet smears between you two.

You wrap your arm about her. "I regret nothing."

"It'll be a mess of the sheets," she says. "And what a crusty mess we'll be come morning, but I like that idea. I'm marked." She moves to kiss you. The act smears her stained breasts along her skin.

You pull your cock from her asshole. It gapes a little as though yearning to swallow your cock once again.

Your cock is messy with brown smears.

You pull your fist from her ass with a pop. Her hole gapes and twitches, as though yearning for more penetration.

You pull your arms from Euna's holes. She wines from the sudden sense of emptiness.

You pull your fingers from her slit. A strand of her nectar drapes between them and her sex. Her slick juices coat your fingers.

You withdraw your fist from Euna's sex with a pop. Her hole gaps open. Glistening juices are smeared along her thighs and your forearm.

Euna delivers one quick lap to your hole just before it's out of reach, as though to say goodbye. Your sweat glistens on her cheeks.

You pull your cock from her mouth. Her tongue playfully licks the tip as you do so.

You pull away from her snatch. Your face is covered in her secretions, and she's glistening wet and fully engorged. Euna whines in frustration. She humps groin towards you, aching for more. Her snatch radiates baking heat.

You pull away from her ass. Her hole glistens with your saliva. Euna's breath is shallow, and she almost seems disappointed as you lower her legs.

You pull your cock from her mouth and release her head. Euna gasps and sputters as she tries to regain her breath. Your dick is covered in thick saliva. Strands of it drape to her mouth, where more spit has dribbled onto her chin.

You pull your cock from the confines between her breasts. A string a precum connects its head to her chest briefly.

You pull your cock from her pussy. It glistens with her vaginal nectar.

Euna watches you, waiting to see what you'll do. Her eyes are pale crystal blue.

Have her suck your cock.

Sit your ass on her face.

There's a gleam in her eye as she takes you into her mouth, as though she knows a secret you don't.

Her lips crawl down the length of your cock. It reaches the back of her mouth. She gags, yet she keeps right on taking you down her throat until her lips are buried in the thicket of your pubic hair.

Then a fit of retching forces her to back off.

"I see you've been practicing," you say.

"I wasn't about to fail where that common strumpet would succeed." She takes you down her gullet once again, every last inch. Her spasming throat squeezes your shaft. Up and down she goes while her hands knead your balls. She sounds as though she were being strangled, and when she backs off your member again, she looks like it too. Tears stream down her cheeks.

But for all her suffering, it feels incredible. Your climax comes. She forces herself down on your cock so your seed fires directly down her throat. She doesn't let herself up until the very last spurt has fired.

Then she collapses back unto her butt, gasping and coughing. She's a mess. Her eyes are wet and bloodshot. Her nose is running. Even her hair is mussed. "So, was that a proper job?"

"You're well on your way to becoming a master."

She wipes away tears. "I strive for excellence. I just hope I can get a bit more... graceful about it."

"You will be. With your diligence, you could be the most graceful courtesan to ever life."

She rests back. "At the rate I'm going, that just might be true."

"Oh, never mind that," Euna says.

"No, no. Why would a convent of chaste nuns be discussing how to fellate a man?"

"They weren't discussing how, just times that they had."

"This was before coming to the convent?"

She shrugs. "Mostly."

"Mostly?"

"You of all people should know that a group of young women won't completely forget about their urges."

"Do share."

"Another time perhaps. I shall not divulge all of the secrets of the convent at once."

"But I will remember this," you say.

You gently stop her.

She looks at you. "Is something wrong?"

"I'd just like to do something else, that's all."

"Am I not doing it very well?" she asks. "It seemed like you were going a little soft. Please, be honest."

"It's a skill," you say, "something that takes practice."

"So I am doing it poorly, is what you're saying?"

"I'm no expert in pole pleasuring myself, but I can show you what I've seen other girls do."

"What they've done to you?"

"It's how I know they were good at it. Do you want me to tell you?"

"You're still new to this. It takes practice."

"But how can I get better if you don't want to do it?"

"Are you saying you want to suck my pole?"

"I want you to want me to suck your... pole."

"I can't believe my ears," you grin. "A princess and a devote worshiper of Nim wants to be better at sucking cock."

She sits up. "Well if you're going to put it like that..."

"I only jest. I'm delighted that you want to learn. I'm no expert in pole pleasuring myself, but I can show you what I've seen other girls do."

"What they've done to you?"

"It's how I know they were good at it. Do you want me to tell you?"

"I shouldn't learn a harlot's skill."

"Ignorance is a sin. You told me that."

She eyes you. "You're going to use that phrase against me for ages to come, aren't you?"

"Well?" You wait for her answer.

She considers it. "Very well. Teach me these sultry secrets. How do I suck a cock like a true harlot?" She lays herself along your legs. Your cock is before her face. "What do I do?"

In the dark of the cave, There in the dark, you go over everything from how to include her hands, the sensitive parts of the shaft, how and when to give attention to the balls, recognizing signals from the man's body, tongue tricks, precum, smearing, to eye contact.

"Have you got all that?" you ask.

"I think so," She's idly playing with your manhood. "I didn't realize there was so much to it. The other girls at the convent made it sound so simple."

"Anyone can adequately pleasure a man," you say, "but to expertly do so, like a harlot, requires skill and practice. Isn't that what you wanted?"

With a sly grin, she pushes you onto your back. She licks your cock from its base, along the underside, to the the very tip beneath the crown, and finishes by engulfing it. Her tongue envelops the head. Her hand works what part of your shaft is outside her mouth. Occasionally, she nibbles the crown, or tongues along the ridge. She also pays attention to your sack, kissing and licking and squeezing with her lips. Euna is still experimenting, but even this is far superior to the performance she gave earlier. And when your cock starts twitching, she recognizes the signs and focuses solely on sucking your shaft, and she doesn't miss a beat when your seed fills her mouth.

Afterward, she sits up and opens her mouth, revealing that she's already swallowed your cum. "Better?"

"You're a quick study."

"I aim to excel at everything I do."

"I might have thought you were professional if I didn't know better."

She snuggles her head against your shoulder. "Are you likening me to a prostitute?"

"Only in the most positive light."

"Then I'll take it as a compliment."

The moment you feel your orgasm approaching, you take full control. Guiding her head back, you pump your own cock right before her face. Euna opens her mouth wide, but your seed splatters across her cheek, her nose, and her chin. Only after the last drop has dotted her forehead do you let her move.

Euna sits back. "That was... unexpected. I would have gladly swallowed it."

"I'm sure you would have. I wanted to do something different."

"I see. Something messy."

"Don't like it?"

"I'd rather drink your seed, but I'll let you fire it wherever you wish." With her hands still bound overhead, she licks her lips clean of whatever she can.She wipes what she can off her face and licks her fingers clean. "I like it when you surprise me."

Euna licks her lips for what she can.wipes away the mess. "Thank you for blessing my face with your wonderful cum.""You enjoy marking me, don't you?" She curls close. "I enjoy it too."

As she continues fellating you, you concentrate on her body. Her breasts dangle beneath her in the most wonderful way. Both so large and smooth. No bodice could contain them without revealing her endless cleavage. You reach for a handful and play with her nipples. From there, you run your hands along her body. Her skin is like alabaster—smooth and perfect. And to think that such a beautiful creature is pleasuring you with her mouth. It's truly erotic all on its own even if her performance is mediocre. Eventually, you manage to climax.

She keeps her mouth on you until you've finish. Pulling away, she scurries from the alcove to the edge of the camp. It's hard to see her in the dark, but she's most likely spitting your seed out over the ledge.Pulling away, she scurries around the tree. You hear her spitting out your seed.

When she returns, she's smiling broadly, so proud of herself. It might be worth giving her some pointers at some point, but it's too late to do it tonight, At this early stage of her sexual exploration, it may be a bad idea to ruin her accomplishment, so you smile in return.

Euna continues plying her expert touch upon you. One hand pumps your hard cock as she sucks your cock's head. Her other works her finger in your ass. But as you get closer, she backs off. She pulls her finger from your ass and sucks it lovingly. Next, she maneuvers around and fastens her lips to your ass. Her tongue burrows into your rectum as though she hungers for what might be within. Her hands play upon your manhood all the while.

Her ministrations soon send you over the edge. When she sense you tense, she maneuvers back around to take your cock into her mouth. fastens her mouth about your cock. Taking every inch of you down her throat, causing her to choke. Her throat squeezes your cock's head as you fire seed directly to her stomach. You fire cum into the back of her throat. She swallows again and again, sending it straight to her stomach. Her fingers massage your balls to milk them for every last drop.

She pulls away and gives you a satisfied grin. While you're gathering your breath, drops of cum well from your cock. She licks them up as though savoring the remnants of a fine meal. All the while, she still works the pestle within in herself.

She curls next to you and plants a kiss on your cheek. Her breath reeks of cum and the more pungent aroma of waste, reeks of cum.

Stroking her face, you bring your cock tantalizingly close to her lips. She pulls away.

"No," she says.

"No?"

"A woman's mouth is not a receptacle. It is a sin for a man to lay seed anywhere but upon the womb."

"I don't have to lay my seed there."

"It's still a sin."

"So is everything fun."

She grins. "Are you trying to tempt me, Fool?"

"If you don't want to..."

"No no, it's..." Frowning, she studies at your cock. "I've already bedded with you. And you have done this very thing for me. I suppose it's proper that I reciprocate..."

"Only fair," you say.

Euna ponders the act a while longer. She makes up her mind and leans to tentatively licks the tip of your cock. The taste leaves her puzzled, but she tries again, this time sucking its entire head. Growing more experimental, she takes more of the shaft in her mouth. Though her focus is on getting used to your cock more than it is on pleasuring you. Which is fine. You let her take her time. Her curiosity is amusing.

Eventually she gets down to business, bobbing back and forth upon your cocks, taking as much of it as she can, which isn't much. This is not the best head you've ever received. In fact, it's close to the worst. She does go at it with spirit though.

It takes a long time before you feel yourself getting close. You groan and pump your hips, but when the time finally comes for you to erupt, it catches her off guard. The first shot of cum fills her mouth, and she snaps her head back. Your cock spurts dribbles of cum which run down your shaft.

It was the worst orgasm you've had in ages.

Having watched your cock erupt, Euna spits out the cum in her mouth.

"Normally," you reply. "The woman continues her efforts until the man has finished climaxing."

She realizes what she's just done. "Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't... I just." She bursts out laughing and pulls you in to a tight hug. "Please forgive me. It was my first time. It was unexpected."

"If you didn't expect me to peak, then what did you expect?"

She bats you playfully. "You know what I mean. I got caught up concentrating on pleasuring you. It just startled me." She shimmies down your body until her head is level with your cock. Delicately, she kisses it along its shaft. "Will you forgive me?" she asks. "I promise to do better next time."

"Nothing to forgive," you say. "It was a memorable experience."

"I suppose that it was."

"Would you like to learn more tricks about giving head?" you ask.

Euna stops her efforts and looks at you, her head by your crotch. "Of course."

You whisper more secrets into her ear.

A wide grin comes over her. "That's a bold request to make anyone, much less a tsarivna."

"I know," you say. "And what a scandal it would be if a tsarivna were versed in such a technique."

"The tsardom would be aghast at what a filthy harlot their heir was. Just the thought of someone of such royalty doing something so raunchy..." She chews her lip. "You should probably untie me if I'm to do a good job of it, at least for this time." Once you do so, Euna guides you onto your back and pushes your thighs up to your chest,]] >> leaving you fully exposed to her.

It starts with her tongue strumming your perineum—the stretch of skin between your balls and your sphincter. Then she dives upon your puckered hole. After a few wet swipes of her tongue the rim, your hole would be no dirtier than her mouth. With that, her lips fasten around the hole, and her tongue burrows in.

Her eyes lock onto yours, even with her nose buried in your ballsack. Her hands work your shaft as her tongue worms about your insides. The sensations prove too much, and you erupt into the air. Ropes of cum splatter her face. Softer spurts ooze out over her working hands. Only once the last spurt has emerged does she stop her stimulating. Euna reverses course, tonguing her way up to your cock, licking away your seed. Finally, she sits back on her heels and beams with pride.

"Did I perform the trick properly?" she asks. Strings of cum mark her face and hair.

"You performed masterfully," you reply.

"As a tsarivna should." Euna snuggles her head against your chest.

"Are you not going to clean this away?" You motion toward the cum still smearing her.

She shrugs without opening her eyes. "Perhaps I enjoy your stain upon me. I'll get it later."

You hug her close. "It suits you."

You can feel her smile against your chest.

After a few more thrusts, you ram her head down on your cock and hold as you fire your cum. She thrashes like a dying fish. Semen spews out her nose. Most goes directly into her stomach. Only once the last of your cum has drained do you release her. She falls back and gulps air, nearly blue in the face. After catching her breath, Euna licks up what cum stains her lips.

"I'm pleased that you know how to properly use my mouth," she says.

Eyes red and face a mess, she wraps her legs about you and holds close.

As Euna is sucking your cock, you take hold of her head with both hands and hold her in place. She looks at you inquisitively.

"Want to try something new?" you ask.

The murmered hum she makes indicates yes.

"Then let me take over."

She struggles to get your cock out of her mouth in order to speak. You let her. "What do you mean?"

"I mean instead of you performing this act on me, I'm going to use your mouth for myself."

"It sounds like you want to... sodomize my mouth, for lack of a better word."

You nod. "I want to fuck it like it's just another hole to fuck."

A wicked grin comes over her. "Sounds punishing."

"Oh, it will be."

"Then do so." She lays down by your manhood. "Violate my face."

You direct Euna to lie on her back. Lifting her head up by her chin, you push your cock into her mouth. Once at the back of her throat, she gags. You keep on going until every inch of you is in her mouth. After giving her only a moment to adjust, you clutch her head with both hands and begin to fuck.

As you hammer her throat, she thrashes, though her head is fixed in place. She clutches your hips as though trying fruitlessly to control your rhythm. Her throat spasms around your shaft, only adding to your pleasure.

You pull away for a second. She gasps for air. Saliva and mucus dribbles from your cock, and drips onto her face. As flustered as she is, she keeps her mouth wide open, ready for reentry, and you slam back down her throat.

More retching and more struggling, but you ignore it and have your way with her. Each time you pull away, she's more desperate for breath than before, but her mouth never shuts.

After one particularly long run of face-fucking, your climax comes. You power right through it, firing seed down her throat. For the last few spurts, you bury yourself deep and hold. Euna's thrashing is dying down by the time you pull off.

She gasps, coughs, sputters. Her face is a mess. Her eyes are bloodshot. Yet after she recovers, she seems unfazed.

"How very carnal." she coughs, "I nearly passed out."

"I saw."

"And yet you kept right on. How devilish of you." She cleans up her face. As she snuggles up close, she whisper on last thing. "I think I like carnal."

"No?" she asks.

"No. Because I would skulk into her chambers at night, and no one else would know. And she wouldn't tell anyone, because if she ever did, I would tell the world about how she secretly craved it."

"And how would you know?"

"I know, because..." You grab her legs and pull them up toward her chest. This turns her pussy skyward. "I've seen her urinating upon herself when she thought no one was about."

"Hmm," Euna says. "Like this?" Urine shoots up from her pussy. It arcs through the air and sprinkles down upon her face and chest. While you hold her in place, she basks in her own stream.

"So night after night," you continue, "she is forced to endure this nightly ritual, always submitting to my desires."

You direct her thighs so her stream lands directly on her face.

"And he makes her drink," you say.

Obediently, she opens her mouth and accepts the stream.

"Every night," you continue, "he fills her belly with warm piss. His and hers. She may be a tsarivna but in her chambers, he makes her little more than a urine pot."

Euna drinks mouthful after mouthful for as long as you hold her. Her eyes are sealed because of the urine pooled over them.

Her stream reduces to a trickle. Rivulets run over her bald slitthrough her pubic bush and up her belly to the valley of her breasts.

"And he makes her spread herself open," you say. "So that he may ravage her to his content." And obediently, "And sometimes," she says, "this scoundrel wants more than just to sully her. He'd force himself on the poor tsarivna." Euna reaches around her upturned legs and spreads the lips of her pussy.

You straddle her upturned rump and angle your cock into her quim. The sex is quick and powerful, albiet a little awkward from this position. Euna struggles to steady herself by clutching the rope binding her hands.Euna alternates between rubbing urine into her breasts and pressing her arms into the earth on either side for support.

"Come on me," she breaths as you get close. "Splatter me with your mess." The sternness in her voice brooks no discussion.

When you climax, you pull out and fire your seed over her body. Ropes of cum splatter her breasts and face. Each splash incites a shudder in her, as though delivering a jolt of pleasure. The last droplets fall upon her snatch.

But then Euna climbs over you. Kneeling over your torso, she looks down into your eyes. Her piss-soaked hair drips upon you. "...but there's one last twist to the story."

"Yes?"

Her hands are still bound and tethered, but she manages to roll about so she's sitting on your chest, and sheShe sits on your chest, leans back, and

unleashes a stream of unspent urine. "She'd get her revenge!"

She cackles as her piss drenches your face. You struggle against her, but she sits firmly. Your hair soaks. Plenty gets in your mouth, and more up your nose, causing you to sputter. She doesn't stop until she's peed every last drop. Only then does she allow you to push her off. Your head and chest are just as as soaked as hers.

Euna is beside herself with laughter. She sees your expression and leans in to kiss you. No hard feelings.

She holds a hand over her own belly. "I can't believe I just drank my own urine. That was most depraved." She turns to you. "If we should ever get back, do you think you'd ever invade my chambers for real?"

"Every single night."

She stares at her belly and ponders this. "Then I'd best get used to drinking it."

"It wouldn't be the stockades for you." Euna indicates her tethered hands so you'll untie her. Freed, she pushes you down and straddles your body. "No, I'd have you locked up in my garderobe." Urine erupts from her snatch and splashes against your chest. It hisses against you for several seconds before she cuts the stream. "For one hundred and one days, you would be my urine pot."

She repositions over your crotch and unleashes a stream upon your hard manhood. Grabbing your shaft, she lathers in her urine, then cuts the stream.

"I think that's fair," you reply.

"It doesn't matter what you think." She scoots until her crotch is above your face. "I'm the one who decides your punishment. You've only to obey." Her stream erupts again. Urine covers your face and douses your hair. It runs up your nose, leaving you sputtering. Even with your eyes sealed, it stings.

"Open your mouth," she orders.

You do so. Urine fills your mouth to the brim. You taste pungent salt.

She cuts the stream. "Swallow."

You've no choice. Three times she does this to you before shifting back over your crotch.

"But I would not be cruel to my pot. I might even grow attached to him." She crouches by your manhood and rubs your piss-socked dick along her cheek. "Late at night, I'd take pity on him. I'd show him my appreciation for every time I used him." She take you into her mouth. With one hand, she works her own pussy until she trembles and mewls, and she looses the rest of her bladder. The stream splatters between her frantic fingers.

You fill her mouth with your cum long after her stream dies off. For a few minutes, she nuzzles your cock. "I'd come to realize how much I craved my pot," she says. "Before those one hundred and one nights were up, I might end up releasing my poor prisoner. Some nights, perhaps it would be me strapped down in the garderobe."

"You'd become a slave to your own urine pot?"

"I'm worried I would."

"I think, as you'd be my property, I'd use you for my other desires as well." With that, she sinks down upon your piss-soaked cock. Her pussy is sopping wet and offers no resistance. Your hands explore each other's piss-soaked bodies. As she rides you until she screams, at which point releases the last of her bladder. It spatters between your crotches and runs down into the earth below.

Her pussy clutches your cock. You fill her with your cum. She collapsed upon you, and you hold each other.

"That was most deliciously depraved," she says. "If we should ever get back, I think I will make you my urine pot for real."

"If that is your will," you say, "I must obey."

"That's right," she purrs.

As she tongues you, you squeeze her tits about your member and hump frantically. This has you grinding your asshole against her mouth, chin, and nose. She does the best she can to tongue you.

Your climax comes. Globs of semen splatter Euna's belly.

Finally, you lift off her face. She's left gasping.

A few thrusts later, your climax overtakes you. Globs of semen splash Euna's chin and chest. Each splatter makes her shiver with pleasure.

You gather your breath and lift away. Precum coats the valley between her breasts. Her chest is crisscrossed with dripping cum.

Euna rakes her fingers through the semen and grease.mess. She mixes it into the drying piss upon paints it along her globes. "You leave me all messy." But rather than clean herself, she snuggles against you with cum still lashing her front. She scrapes cum off her skin and licks her fingers clean.She fetches a rag to clean herself.

Euna looks down at the mess upon her chest. Tied up as she is, there's nothing she can do about it but snuggle up to you. "You leave me all messy," she whispers.

You push her to lie back and you straddle her chest. Your cock now rests between her voluminous breasts.

"Er, what are you doing?" she asks.

"Something new. Interested?"

"I'm not sure how I feel about your rod pointing at me like that, but I'll see where this is going."

"I'll see where this is going."

So you squeeze both her breasts about your shaft. Thrusting your hips, you work your cock back and forth. The tip peeks out of her cleavage. Euna watches, only curiously at first, but as your hands knead her breasts, her breath picks up, and she writhes each time your thumbs circle her nipples.

She grasps her breasts right over your hands and squeezes them about your member more fiercely. Her chest undulates in time with your thrusts.

Your first rope of cum lashes her neck, and its effect on her is electric. Each spurt causes her to jolt. When your done, your seed marks her neck and chest like calligraphy.

You roll off of her.

She's left gasping. Her finger trails through the cum on her chest. "Oh my..."

"You look like you got more out of that then you were expecting," you say.

"Very much so," she replies. "A very strange practice. It reminds me of the antics my sisters at the convent used to talk about. Sex without penetration. Rubbing against one another. Many didn't see it as a sin, but I thought so at the time. I thought it was nothing but a cheap mockery of intercourse, but I dare say that was much more intimate than anything my sisters ever described."

"Your sisters needed a fool like me."

"You would have been a fox in the henhouse amongst them." Euna fetches a rag from the pack to wipe off her chest.

Scampering over to your pack, you bring out the wooden pestle.

Euna is perched up on her elbows, watching. "That thing?" she asks. "And what are you planning to do with that?"

You settle between her spread legs and rub the tip of the pestle along her slit. "What do you think?"

She's wet, despite her reproving gaze. "Very well. I'm yours to do as you wish." She spreads her legs wider. "Very well, you fool. Play with your new toy. But you will stop if I tell you to stop."

"Of course," and you press the rounded tip of the pestle into her.

Her lips resists. She winces and pulls away. "Carefully please."

Pressing more gently, you begin working the pestle side-to-side slowly trying to get her slit to yield to its girth. It's as though her pussy were a mortar, and your grinding spices against her. Though she too works herself against the instrument as the stimulation arouses her.

You grind and grind, and her lips yield a little more. Pressure increases. She winces, but keeps pushing back against the tool. Slowly, her pussy caves inward. Her lips stretch, and the bulbous end of the pestle slips inside her.

Euna hisses in pain and bites her lip. She rests her hand on the pestle, making you stop until she's adjusted to its size. After several long deep breaths, her hand comes away, and you push. The pestle slides deep inside of her. Each passing ridge causes her to jolt, and already she's back to gyrating against the tool. Her vaginal lips clutch the wood.

As your pace picks ups, she strums her clit. Soon, your hammering the tool into her. She moans and writhes. Her body reaches a crescendo. Her back arches, and she cries out in pleasure. Her pussy clutches the pestle in place.

And she finishes. Her body goes limp, and she's left gasping. The pestle still juts from her gash. After a minute, she winces and reaches down to feel it. "I'm cramping," she says.

You extract the tool. Her lips are left with a slight gap. She feels herself.

"I suppose it's not a wholly evil tool," she says.

"It gets to stay?" you ask.

"I have no problem with it. But are you okay with such long and girthed competition?"

"I'll survive."

"I figured you would."

You begin by scooping up a fingerful of the daywither syrup from the bottle nearby. It's cool and slick against your arm. Its blue tinge is hardly noticeable when spread out over your hand.

You begin first by scooping up a fingerful of the akkoro slime. The slight fishy smell worsens as you smear it over your hand. It will make little difference to the bouquet already emanating from Euna's excited sex.

You first start by working fingers into her. Four meets with tightness, yet slick as they are, you still slide in easily.

"Are you ready?" you ask.

"I won't become forever loose?"

"Not from a fist."

"Then I'm ready," she says, "but slowly."

Thumb tucked, you wedge your base knuckles against her taut lips.

You push once again. You're not quite able to slip in your knuckles. Though undeterred, you grab hold of Euna's hip and begin twisting and shoving.

Euna bites her lip in pain. She spreads her legs as best she can and breaths deep to relax. With one final thrust, your hand slips in past the knuckles. She shrieks out.

Her pussy now hugs your wrist. You can't quite make a fist inside of her, but you start pushing farther.

"Hold it. Wait wait." She snags your wrist. "Just give me a moment."

You do. Slowly she starts pulling and pushing on your wrist as though using your arm as a dildo upon herself. Each pull causes her to wince.

But her pace picks up, and soon her hips start humping in rhythm with her own self penetration. Finally, she lets go of your wrist, and you take over. With a hand still on her hip, you pump your fist inside of her at a slow, steady pace for minutes.

Euna mewls reach a crescendo. Her thighs slap together, locking your arm in place inside her, but her hips keep spastically humping your arm.

After she comes down, she's spent. After you extricate yourself from her, the lips of her sex are flowered outward in a way you've never seen before. Her juices have mixed with the lubricant all over your arm. Slickness is everywhere.

"That was... oh my," she says.

"Enjoyed it?"

She nods. "I think... I think I'm done. I'm sorry." Wincing, she pulls her thighs together. "That was amazing, but I'm going to need time to recover."

After a quick cleanup, you lie down together. She's careful about how she wraps her legs about yours. "Maybe next time you do that to me, I won't need such a recovery."

"Next time?" you ask.

"Many next times," she replies.

Laying tender kisses upon her belly, you move trace a path downward along her thighs. Bit by bit, you move toward her snatch. You feel the heat of her smooth pussy upon your cheeks when she stops you.Your lips are grazing her pubic hair when she stops you.

"What are you doing?"

"Let me show you," you reply.

"You know that's considered sinful under the eyes of my Lord."

"It's up to you. It's quite pleasurable."

"I know. I've... had a man kiss me this way before in my youth."

"Then what's the problem?"

"That was before I joined the church."

"And now is different?"

"I guess I..." She bites her lip and contemplates. She looks guilty even considering it. "Fine," she says. "But... maybe should go to the river and freshen up first. It'll just be—"

"Shh," you shush her. "Just try to relax."

Apprehensive, she lays back. You return to kissing a trail toward her snatch. Euna relaxes. This time she doesn't stop you once your lips tease the skin beside her vulva. Her body even shivers as your breath brushes her snatch. Delicately, you run the tip of your tongue along her slit.

"Ohh," Euna says. "Yes. I remember now. I..." She gasps. "I think... ah... yes. Keep going."

You dive your tongue into her hole, lapping away her cream.

"Very good. Yes... Oh, yes. Don't stop."

Her body responds more, until she's bucking and mewling. Her thighs clutch your head.

Suddenly, she pulls you on top of her. "In me. I want you in me."

You waste no time thrusting into her wet and inviting pussy. Already, it's clutching your shaft rhythmically as an orgasm rips through her. You thrust hard. She humps back harder. It's only moments before this intensity sends you over the edge, and you fire your cum inside her, setting her off onto another level of pleasure.

By the end of it, you're both spent like used rags. You lie beside her, gasping for breath. She's still gasping for breath when she turns and wraps herself about you. Skin is damp with sweat against yours. Your cum leaks from her and onto your thigh. "You can do that to me... whenever you want."

After a few more thrusts, you yank her head back by her hairgrab her hips and bury your cock deep in her snatch. Your cum fires against her cervix. Her vaginal walls squeeze your cock for every last drop.

When Euna feels you filling her with your seed, it sets her over the edge. Her back arches. Screaming into her gag,Screaming, she humps desperately against you as her body undulates. It's nearly a minute before she settles back down.

You gather your breath, then pull your cock from her pussy. It glistens with her vaginal nectar. White cum dribbles from her slit.

A while passes in silence as you two relax. Then she speaks again.

"That was... rougher than usual."

"What was?"

"The hair yanking, and the spanking. Those things. Do you enjoy hurting me even as you please me?"

"I wouldn't say I'm hurting you. Just a little pain. To experiment."

"But you do so without consulting me, I see."

"It's only light pain. And I wouldn't do it if I didn't know you wanted it."

She props up onto an elbow and looks at you. "Oh I do, do I?"

"You told me yourself that you'd like me to flog and ravage you until I've had my way."

"If I recall, that was as opposed to putting up with one of Margosha's penances. I didn't mean it as an invitation."

"I know, but I took it as one."

"Hmm. It sounds as though my torment has only just begun."

You kiss her lightly. "Don't worry. I wouldn't do anything more than a few harmless pinches and slaps without a proper invitation."

"Good." She rests her head back upon your shoulder.

You two lay silently together.

Then she speaks. "But consider yourself now properly invited."

"You want more?"

She hesitates. "Not too much more. ...but yes."

"Understood, Your Highness."

By now, Euna's tits are dark red. They've swollen and tight like overripe fruit. She begins untying the bow to loose the ropes constricting them.

The ropes come away to reveal deep angry imprints of the ropes line the flesh of her boobs. Euna kneeds her tits to return circulation to them. She winces and whimpers all the while.

"Oh, this hurts." She says. "They tingle. Ohhh. They're going to ache so much."

"Well suffer in silence," you reply. "It's time for bed."

"As you wish." She obediently lies down beside you. Her breasts are hot against your skin.

"Was it too much?" you ask.

"Maybe, maybe not," she says, "but what's the point of having breasts like mine if no one is going to abuse them?"

By now, Euna's tits are deep purple. Angry veins stand out, and even the lightest touch causes her to wince, but it's nothing compared to when she removes the ropes. They don't return to their ordinary shape—not right away. And there are cuts along her flesh where the ropes bit, leaving a blood and open gashes along the sides and beneath.

Within a minute, circulation returns. Euna doubles over into a fetal position. Despite her experience with pain, she seems on the verge of crying. All she can do is massage her breasts until the pain subsides.

She still sniffling in the dark by the time you fall asleep.

After cleaning up, you both turn in.

"Goodnight." She lays down beside you and gives you a long kiss before resting her head on your shoulder.

Go to sleep.

You and Euna retire to the alcove.

She strips down to her chemise and lays down upon the bed. When you join her, she cuddles up to you. The sweet scent of her hair fills your senses.

Euna strips nude and lies down upon the bedding. When you join her, she nuzzles against you. The sweet scent of her hair fills your senses.

"...Oh, okay then." She shrugs, yet her cheeks grow red. "It was only an experiment after all. And it's your fault for spying on me in the first place."

"That is true," you say assuringly. "Besides, you've no concern to worry what I might think when you're on your own. If you did worry, it would take the fun out of spying, wouldn't it? I spy to see what you're into."

"Yes, I agree," she says, somewhat reassured. "Though it was merely an experiment. I doubt you'll see any more of that. I don't think those sorts of behavior are my thing anyway."

"Oh yes, I did do that, didn't I?" She blushes. "Another whim experiment of mine. I played with my ass like that and when I saw my fingers were dirty, I just thought about the girls in those stories and whether it was as disgusting as it seemed."

"Was it?"

"It was certainly a powerful flavor. Did you like seeing me clean my fingers like that?"

She says the words nonchalantly, but she watches your expression closely.

"I thought it was amazingly sexy."

"It's not really something I'm in to."

You both prepare to sleep.

"I shall take the cave," Euna says.

"Of course you will."

"You..." She looks around, "can sleep anywhere else you choose."

"How gracious of you. Am I allowed to stay in view?"

She considers. "You may. I would prefer it. For my safety. I think I've had enough of the Nimic necessity to sleep in private."

"Your Highness!"

"It's simple foolishness here with such monsters running about." She arches an eyebrow at you. "You will behave yourself."

"On my honor." You nod solemnly.

She retires to the cave. You locate a patch of earth nearby and lay down beneath the open sky.

You both prepare for bed. Euna retires to the cave while you find a comfortable patch of earth to sleep upon.

Go to sleep.

Returning home, you prepare dinner while Euna cleans and fixes. She puts it aside once you serve her food.

"Thank you." Euna plants a quick kiss on your lips, and you both eat.

"Oh," she says. "Understandable. It is a filthy habit after all, and only an experiment. I doubt I was going to do it again anyway." She shrugs. Stares into the fire. As casual as she's behaving, there's still a creep of flush in her cheeks.

"Somehow I knew you would." Euna grins. "Perhaps that's why I did it. Something about knowing you might be out there watching me makes me want to do the wildest things."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"I think I might have. Does that makes me a disgusting person?"

"No. It means you're just discovering pleasures that plenty of other people already enjoy. Besides, if you're a disgusting person, than so am I."

She laughs. "That's not reassuring. I already know you're a disgusting person. It was your naughty stories that put the idea in my head. If you keep telling me those, who knows how disgusting I'll become?"

"I guess we'll find out." You kiss her.

"You can't be serious," Euna says.

"I think your sister's reaction was much the same, but the men were adamant. Even when Aileen offered to fuck all of them as much as they want, for the whole three days, they didn't bend. Their deal was the horses.

"As they rode farther and farther away from the festival, your sister's resolve crumbled, and she finally agreed. The men had to see proof though, so they pulled over the wagons and told her to go at it. Aileen crawled underneath one of the wagon's horses. Carefully, she touched its cock. The horse whinnied, but the men helped keep it calm. The horse's cock came out of its sheath, and it kept growing and growing, reaching inhuman proportions. Aileen's hands worked up and down the shaft. Her fingers played with its massive balls.

"Then this is where Aileen surprised the boys. They thought she would just give the horse a handjob until it shot upon the ground, but when she started playing her tongue along the shafts length, licking up all the old smeg and scum, they didn't say anything. Nor did they say anything when she enveloped the tip of the cock with her mouth. She licked and sucked until the horse rocked back and forth.

"With one final snort, the horse came. Cum overflowed her mouth and streamed down her front. It flowed down the neckline of her summer dress, between her breasts and squatted legs. From the back, it looked as though the torrent flowed from her own pussy. Only from the front could one see how thoroughly drenched she was.

"Aileen licked her lips and stood. 'Satisfied?' she'd asked.

"The boys merely reminded her that they had two horses pulling their wagon. Without a word, Aileen climbed under the other and performed again. More cum flowed down her body. Her dress was soaked through.

"So the deal was made. When the boys made Aileen pleasure the horses again and again, as well as the horses of any other merchants. Her front was a mess of cum. Her belly practically swelled from all she'd swallowed. On the final day, the men advertised a special show for all to come. Once they got a crowd gathered, the boys announced how Aileen would have sex with the horses.

"This came as a surprise to her. She argued, but they made it clear that if she embarrassed them, she'd have to walk back to the festival. And so Aileen performed. First, she got a horse hard using her hands. Then she bent over, hiked up her dress, and guided the cock to her pussy. It was a hard fit. Many times the cock bent and fell to the side. Finally, the boys 'helped' by holding her firm and pulling her back while another held the cock steady. They forced her down on the cock. Oh, how she screamed.

"For a while, she just stayed there, impaled. It was only when the crowd grew impatient that they boys ordered her to start fucking. And so she did. Rocking back and forth, she worked its length in and out, though only half of it could fit inside her. The horse eventually finished. Cum squirted out from the edges of her stretched-tight pussy. When she pulled off, a deluge flowed down her legs. Her snatch gaped.

"And then the boys brought forward their second horse, and the performance was repeated all over again. That crowd certainly got their money's worth."

Euna gasped. "The boys charged money?"

"Yep."

"I assume my sister didn't see a chilling of that."

"Nope, but they did take her home the next day as they promised. But before they got back to the festival, they demanded she pleasure their horses one last time. She climbed under the horses, got it hard, and to the boys delight, she turned around and rocked back, sinking the cock into her pussy. There was no doubt she was enjoying herself. In the end, she returned to the festival with horse cum flowing from her stretched cunt."

"At least it was over," Euna says.

"The boys got it started by taking a few nearby pebbles and pushing them into her muddy vagina. Aileen winced as their sharp edges scraped her inner walls. Others got the idea after that, and people gathered around. Everyone from men, women, and children came up and pushed more stones inside of her. Some pushed clumps of grass. Other simply ground handfuls of earth against her folds. When people couldn't fit any more in, one of the boys would come up with a club and use it as a ramrod to push the earth further inside her."

"How could that possibly work without hurting her?"

"It probably did hurt."

"Right, but rocks and dirt aren't a fluid. They don't pack."

"From what I heard, Aileen was providing plenty of fluid herself. Despite all the punishment, her pussy was gushing with her juices. It turned the dirt into slimy mud, and the earth inside of her became a soup. It shoved well enough, even if she did cry out as they did it. Afterward, there was more room. More people came forward to push stones into her. This went on and on, fill and pack, fill and pack, until her belly swelled, and her pussy gaped. It couldn't even close around the mass inside her."

"But they weren't done, were they?"

"They just started on her ass. Same process. Fill and pack. I can only imagine how bloated her rectum must have been. They put enough mud and rock inside her ass to fill a full sized bucket. Her belly made her look three months pregnant."

"For three days they left her plugged up like that. Whenever her flesh adjusted, they'd pack more. If she managed to expel any, they'd just push it back inside her with more to come. Though it did finally come time to leave. They finally let her stand and empty herself out, before a crowd of course. A slimy mass of earth slid from her pussy, followed by many muddy streams of her own juices which had built up. She had a harder time expelling from her ass. One of the boys had to force his fist inside of her to pull handfuls out. It was caked together, along with her own filth."

"He just... put his hand in her ass? It fit?"

"It was easy from what they said. It slid right in, but after all the stretching she'd taken those past few days, it's not too much of a surprise. It was the same when another boy reached in her cunt. His hand slipped right in, so the boys fisted both her holes, scooping out handfuls after handfuls of earth. It sent your sister over the edge, After three days of torment without cumming once, Aileen had one of the loudest, most powerful orgasms of her life, Right there before everyone. She even dropped to her knees. The boys kept right on scraping her insides clean. In total, they pulled two full buckets worth of earth out of her. Her holes gaped."

"Were they at least done?" Euna asks.

"It wound down. They cleaned her up. On the return trip, they let her ride in the wagon, though she was made to suck each of the boys off repeatedly. In the end, she thanked them for agreeing to take her back."

"Honestly?" Euna says.

"They wrote several other things over her body too, such as 'harlot' and 'whore', or little arrows pointing out her breasts and holes, indicating where she was to be hurt. At first, people didn't come. She was so covered with mud and bruises already it was probably a turn off. So the boys advertised her by explaining to the crowd that she was an adulterer in need of punishing. You know what people think of adulterous women in the heart of our nation, don't you?"

"I'm well aware. How rough were they?"

"Very. Especially after the boys wrote 'adulterer' right over her breasts. It started with a few men coming forward. They spit on her and pulled her hair. Light stuff at first, but it grew. A few religious women in the crowd kicked her, sometimes right between the legs. Your sister was bawling at this point, but no one would take pity on an unfaithful woman. Some men even raped her, but not many. Most used her mouth, but some were brave enough to fuck her pussy, though it was caked in grime, it abraded their cocks. So they slapped her around and blamed her for having such a dirty pussy. Even as they said it, they would grind handfuls of dirt against her snatch."

"A bit hypocritical, I think," Euna says.

"It's a bit hypocritical for a man to rape a woman because she had sex out of wedlock."

"I suppose you're right. What else did they do to her?"

"They only got rougher from there. Some men kicked her pussy so many times their boots started to slip in, which encouraged a group of men to take turns foot fucking her while wearing whatever hard leather boots they had. She bled a lot from that. A few merchant women used their horse's riding crops to beat Aileen's breasts until she bled from a score of fresh cuts. Some women struck her exposed pussy. Children smeared her body with mud and pebbles until every inch of her body was covered in earth, even her face and hair."

You continue. "For three days this went on. I think your sister ran out of tears . At the end of the market, the boys untied her. They gave her some food and water until she was feeling better. They say she was actually laughing and smilling, despite being covered in mud and covered in countless dirt-clod cuts, and her pussy was so raw and beaten she could hardly walk. But do you know what she said when they suggested strapping her back under the carriage for the return trip?"

"What?"

"'If that's what you want.'"

"Really? She wasn't done? Even after all that?"

"Your sister did say they could do whatever they wanted those three days. You can't fault her for being committed to her word."

"I guess I can't."

"So they strapped her underneath again. And again her pussy faced forward so all the rocks and pebbles would strike her already bruised and bleeding pussy. They got back to the festival after hours. They unstrapped her from the undercarriage and left her just as she was: naked, filthy, bruised and beaten, and so exhausted she could hardly walk."

"And no one in the festival took exception to this?"

"They might have, but as soon as they saw the words 'adulterer' scrawled on her chest. Their attitudes changed to contempt. The boys didn't stick around, but it looked like another group of men and women were circling her. Her ordeal wasn't done."

"I can't believe she had to deal with that," Euna said. "I didn't think I'd ever say this, but perhaps our nation looks upon adulterers far more harshly than they deserve."

"Oh most certainly."

"At least she survived the ordeal."

"For two copper!?" Euna says.

"Yes, for less then the cost of a flagon of ale."

"Surely my sister could sell herself for much more than that."

"Fascinating that that detail is what bothers you, not that your sister was being made to whore herself."

"I've heard enough about my sister to not be surprised by that, but that price seems... insulting."

"She did not set the price. The boys set it that low to better encourage customers, and that they did. They didn't have to spend more than a few minutes offering her body to the traders. After that, she spent nearly every waking minute of those three days on her knees or pressed up against the back of a cart.

"Once the boys finished their trading, they found her in a stranger's cart. A man was forcing his cock down her throat while his two sons were beneath and behind her, rutting both her holes. Her clothes were in tatters. Her breasts were bruised from so much squeezing. Cum matted her body and hair, and more yet oozed from her holes. She was so lost in the sex that when she saw the smithy boys, she didn't recognize them. She thought they were just another group of men who'd heard about the cheap whore taking everyone and she spread her legs and invited them to use her body.

"Once they got her back to their cart, they each took another turn with her, though her pussy was stretched and messy. Afterward, they made good on their promise and took her back to the festival, but not before making her please every merchant they passed on the road.

"All and all, I heard she made them a hundred copper. If you think that's not much, it's because many people weren't paying her, and many others were taking from her pouch while she was busy pleasing other men."

"So everyone took advantage of her," Euna says.

"But there's more. Before they dropped Aileen off, she begged them not to tell anyone about what happened, or at least to leave her name out of it. They agreed, but only on the condition that she return to the metal market next year and let them do it all over again to her."

"They blackmailed her?"

"They did, and the most ironic part is that when they showed her on a map where the metal market was, it turned out to be in Calem's pass."

"That's... but that's just—"

"...just a few miles from the palace. If she'd found out where she was, she could have just walked home. But it certainly made returning to the metal market next year simple for her."

"She actually went back?"

"Yep. And they used and degraded her all over again, and at the end, they told her to return the next year or they'd tell people about this year. And the next year they did it again. It's been three years now, and I have no reason to think your sister won't return for a fourth."

"But... why? Surely there must be some other course of action my sister could take."

"Oh, of course. She could tell the royal guard about them. and they'd make sure those blacksmith boys never saw the light of day again. She wouldn't even have to tell the guards what they did. Or she could just not go and deny the rumors the boys spread. It would be her word against theirs, and no one would believe a royal princess would debase herself like that?"

"So why does she go back?"

"Why do you think?"

Euna grins. "You're going to say because she secretly enjoys what those boys do to her."

"Your sister did agree to their terms in the first place. She could have easily gotten out and walked, or found any other merchant to take her back. Tell me, Your Highness. If those men had made that offer to you, what would you have done?"

"Well, I would have let them, yes, because I know you would want those men to use me. But Aileen has not given herself completely to a depraved fool such as yourself."

"But suppose I wasn't there. Would you do it just for your own sake?"

She considers it. Her hand creeps down and idly plays with her clit through her clothes. She bites her lip.

"I worry more whether three days of such debasement would be enough for me. I might beg them to take me away and use me eternally. I might convince them they should do worse."

"Maybe I should give you to them," you say.

She shivers. "Maybe you should. I'd be sad to see you go, but trading me away like a piece of flesh is such a wicked idea. I love it."

"Perhaps one day," you say.

"Heavens, it'd be such a depraved thing to do, but I think I just might."

"Maybe one day you will," you say.

She thinks, then smiles devilishly. "I suppose the idea has a certain... carnal appeal, the idea of submitting yourself over to those men to do as they please. But to go through with it? I don't think I ever could."

"Your sister is a fair bit more adventurous than you, though."

"I envy her bravery."

"Maybe one day you'll be brave enough too."

"Maybe one day." She trails off in thought.

"I would have told them to burn in hellfire," she says. "And then I would sic the royal guards upon them as soon as I got home."

"There isn't the slightest part of you that would even consider it? Letting all those men have their way with you? Even the fantasy of the idea has no appeal?"

"No. To do so would be utter madness."

"But in fantasy? In the corners of your mind? You might day dream about what would be."

She is trying not to grin. "A proper lady does not have such sordid desires."

"They're not supposed to," you say, "but who can ever know what goes on in their minds."

"You'll never know." She sticks her tongue out at you.

"Shall we head to bed?"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Euna says. "There are others, but they can wait for another night." "Perhaps I'll read it to you again sometime. Though I'm sure it will be exactly the same. I am reading from a book after all."

"It was about time they did," Euna says. "Those boys certainly had their fun."

"They did. And they saw no reason to stick around."

"What did she do?"

"First, she fetched the hound they left out. Before returning it to the kennel, she smothered its snout with kisses. It gave her a fair share of friendly face-licks too. I don't know if she had made a new friend, or if there was already a relationship there that I didn't know about, but it honed in on her crotch even as she led it back to its cage."

"It was probably just the smell," Euna says.

"Maybe."

"And after that?"

"Aileen had to figure out how to get back to her room. She found that her clothes were ruined. The boys had torn them to shreds when they'd whipped her, and they were soaking in a puddle of urine, so she dumped them in the coop. That left her naked, and her body was striped with welts. She was soaked in piss. Her clothes were dripping, so she discarded them inside the coop. That left her naked, her hair drenched, and her body stinking. She was in no state to be seen by anyone, so to get back, she had to stalk through the palace halls. Twice she had to hide from the watchmen. It took nearly an hour for her to reach her private quarters."

"How do you know this?"

"I followed her."

"Of course you did." Euna shakes her head. "I can't believe she allowed those boys to take advantage of her like that. I suppose if she enjoyed herself..."

"I think she did."

"Of course you would." She sets her plate aside. "An illuminating story. I see there's much I never knew about my sister."

"It was my pleasure to enlighten you."

"I'm sure."

"I see," She ponders. "It's very strange to think that there are women with their own manhoods. And to think that they might become a common sight one day." It seems like such a bizarre conflict with nature."

"I know from experience that they're good people."

"I'm sure. I'd quite like to meet one some day..."

"It might happen," you reply.

"And maybe one day I might have magical piercings of my own. Wouldn't that be something?"

"Of course. I couldn't go easy on her. I caned her. Five strikes upon her breasts. Five strikes upon her rump. Five to her belly. And three well-deserved strikes to that overused flower between her legs."

"Painful."

"I wanted to make sure she thought of me every time she every time she took another man between her legs. The pain would remind her."

"Very. She fetched a cane. Five strikes upon my breasts. Five strikes upon my rump. Five to my belly. And three particularly vicious strikes to my womanhood."

"That was mean of her."

"Very, but don't worry. She kissed all my welts to make them better, and I forgave her." She smiles. "I forgave her many times, in all sorts of ways."

"Unbelievably so," Euna says. "I had the maids fetch milk from the stables. Then I had Aileen get on her knees and elbows so her rump was pointed up. I placed a funnel in her rear and pour the milk into her."

"How much?"

"Four pails. Her belly swelled as though she were nine-months heavy with a child, and the funnel wasn't enough. I needed a syringe to get it all inside her. She wailed in pain. The sight of her rubbing her distended belly pleased me so."

"Two pails. Her belly swelled up. The cramps had her curled in pain. Dribbles of milk kept squirting out and running over her womanhood."

"An entire pail of milk. Oh, how she whimpered."

"How devious of you. Did you make her hold it?"

"Of course. I made her dance too. The Barynya."

"Unbelievably so," Euna says. "She had the maids fetch milk from the stables. Then she had me get on my knees and elbows so my rump was pointed up. And she jammed a funnel in my rear so she could pour milk into me."

"How much?"

"Four pails. My belly swelled as though I were nine-months heavy with child, and the funnel wasn't enough. Aileen used a syringe to force it all inside me. Oh, badly I stretched. My poor distended belly was grotesque. And the cramps... I thought I was going to burst."

"Two pails. My belly swelled up. The cramps had me curled over in pain. I kept squirting out dribbles of milk, which ran over my womanhood."

"An entire pail of milk. Oh, how I cramped."

"How devious of her. Did she make you hold it?"

"Of course. She made me dance too. The Barynya."

"Ooh. How unsexy!"

"It's an elegant dance! The woman's part anyway. I'm the one telling the story. Am I not?"

"I'm sorry. Go on."

"Thank you. And you must concede how torturous it would be to dance with a gut full of milk."

"That would be torturous."

"Yes. Every twirl and kick made her suffer. Her gut sloshed about. Every time she doubled over in pain, I'd make her start over. I also warned her that she would have to lap up any milk she spilled."

"How did she do?"

"Horribly. Brown-tainted milk coated her legs. She had quite a puddle to lap up afterward, and even a few lumps. I don't think they were curds."

"Fairly well. Some milk squirted from her as she twirled. I had her lap it up like a kitten."

"And she was still naked?"

"Of course. My father's seed still dripped from her. He found this dance uproariously entertaining. Oh how he laughed. I've never seen Aileen so humiliated."

"Of course. And all the maids and guards clapped along as she danced. It was such fun. I've never seen Aileen so humiliated."

"How'd it end?"

"I had her lie down so I could sit on her belly. I bounced up and down upon her swollen gut. She cried in pain, but I made her hold it as long as possible. She held up admirably, but eventually she released, and milk sprayed from her in a torrent."

"How'd it end?"

"I had her lie down so I could sit on her belly. I humped her swollen gut until she could stand it no more. It was like a dam breaking. Oh, what a mess."

"Yes, it was. My gut sloshed with every kick and twirl. Every time I doubled over in pain, she'd make me start over. She also said I would have to lap up any milk I spilled."

"How did you do?"

"Horribly. Brown-tainted milk coated my legs by the end. I had quite a puddle to lap up, and even a few lumps. I can tell you for sure they were not curds."

"Fairly well. Some milk squirted as I twirled. She made me lap it up like a kitten."

"All of this was in the nude, I imagine."

"Of course. My father's seed still dripped from me. He found this dance uproariously entertaining. Oh how he laughed. I'd never been humiliated in my life."

"Of course. And all the maids and guards clapped along as I danced. It was humiliating."

"How'd it end?"

"She had me lie down so she could sit upon my swollen belly and bounce up and down. I tried to hold it in, but each bounce was excruciating. I could take so much. Milk sprayed from me in a torrent. My insides felt ruined."

"How'd it end?"

"She had me lie down so she could sit on my swollen belly. She ground herself against me until I could stand it no more. It was like a dam breaking. Oh, what a mess."

"Of course it was," Euna says. "I administered ten lashes with a switch. Five upon her back, another five upon her breasts."

"Painful," you reply.

"She needed to know her place," Euna replies.

"Of course it was," Euna says. "She administered ten lashes with a switch. Five upon my back, another five upon my breasts."

"Painful," you reply.

"It was torture to wear clothes for weeks. Yet I had to hide it, and pretend to be an innocent princess."

"Absolutely," Euna says. "I decided to make sure she knew she was beneath me. I am the tsarivna, heir to the throne, and she is little more than a trollop. So I took her to a brothel in the capital."

"And how did you know about a brothel?"

"I didn't. My father knew."

"Oh. Uh, that actually may be true."

"Come now," she says. "I just bested my sister at being the best harlot. You think I've never moonlighted before?"

"Oh, of course. I should have guessed."

"Yes, well. I decided to put my sister to work there. Two nights every week, Aileen was to go down to the brothel disguised as any other tramp, and she would take whatever johns the madame sent to her, and I instructed the madame to send my sister the worst—the fat, the old, the ugly. My sister saw them all."

"And how long did she have to do this?"

"What makes you think she ever stopped?" Euna says. "My father enforced my order. Aileen should still be moonlighting that brothel to this day."

"She had to go one night for every man I fucked in that challenge."

"How many nights is that?"

"Forty? Fifty? I'm not sure. I never really counted, and I haven't really been keeping track of how many brothel nights she's done. Aileen was still selling her body when I left."

"Absolutely," Euna says. "Aileen decided it was time for me to loosen up. Literally, I might add. She took me to a brothel in the capital and put me to work."

"And you went along with this?"

"My father loved the idea. He ordered me to obey, and I am nothing if not dutiful."

"The guards made. And I told no one because I couldn't stand the idea of my father finding out how sullied his daughter had become."

"I see."

"Aileen would make me go several nights a week to sell my body. Each time I'd have to dress up and paint my face like a whore so no one recognized me. Aileen was close friends with the madame, and she made sure I got the worst johns—the fat, the old, the ugly. I've done them all."

"How long did you have to do this?"

"Who says I ever stopped? Maybe I ran away because I was tired of being my sister's whore?"

"Was it?"

"No. Secretly, my life as a whore is what I miss the most about home."

"I love it," you say. "Now that is a good story about your sister."

"It was rather provocative, wasn't it?" Euna says.

"And to think those ideas all came from your mind, about your sister. I suspect if we should ever get back home, you might gain a few more stories like that, and maybe they won't be fantasies."

"I doubt it," Euna replies.

"Why not?"

"Regardless of whatever inclination I may have, making such advances on my sister would never be acceptable."

"You might find your sister is more receptive than you think."

"It would be improper."

"Of course it would," you say. "It would be downright sinful."

"Hmm. Yes, it would." Euna bites her lip. "Perhaps if we should ever get back home... we'll see." She sets her plate aside. "Let's clean up."

"Well, I see the Lilins deserve their reputation. They are far more bizarre than I ever realized. To think that people would make shows out of such acts..."

"There are a lot of strange practices in the world you've spent your life dismissing," you say. "Just keep an open mind. Let others do as they will."

"I will try to remember that. You've certainly given me a lot to think about." She sets the remains of her dinner aside. "I think it's time to turn in now."

"Very well, Your Highness."

"Oh," she replies. "I guess they're not as awful as I'd imagined."

"Many stories are overblown," you say.

She sets her dinner plate aside. "It's late. We should probably turn in now."

"Very well, Your Highness."

"Of course," Euna says. "Just look at my grandmother. Tsaritsa of the land and one of the most desirable women of her time. But Militsa is just a servant. It's not her place to force her will upon my sister."

"True. Most handmaidens wouldn't do that. They're usually meek small women who scurry to follow orders and grovel at your feet. Maybe that's why Aileen has kept Militsa as a lady-in-waiting to this day. There aren't any other boyarinas like her."

"As it should be. It's decorum."

"I know a great many men and women who'd love to hand themselves over to someone like Militsa."

"My sister included it seems."

"Your sister craves having someone in her life to boss her around. Maybe she got that from being around a certain sister of hers..."

"Me? I suppose I am rather bossy at times. I have to be. I was in line for the throne."

"I'm not saying it's a bad thing. Didn't I just mention how many people would love to submit to a bossy woman such as yourself?"

"Well, submitting to me would be within the natural order of things. I am royalty."

"Indeed you are," you reply.

"Comforting?" she asks.

"Imagine if you could put your life in the hands of someone you trust and simply obey. You don't have to worry about any decisions or obligations. All of your attention is simply on pleasing the one you love."

"I suppose I understand that," she says. "There is joy in pleasing others. And simplicity in following orders. It might even be relaxing, I'd think. Emotionally."

"It can," you say.

"Though her own lady-in-waiting? I could never submit to Militsa."

"Of course not. You don't know her like your sister does, but could you ever imagine yourself submitting to anyone?"

She considers it. "Maybe. I don't know. It would have to be a controlled setting, and certainly not for my entire life. Only at times."

"At least you're keeping an open mind about it."

Euna is thoughtful for a time. "Is there any more to tell?"

"No. That's it."

So she sets her plate aside. "Thank you for sharing it. It was quite an illuminating story about my sister."

"I suppose so," she says. "Still shocking. I can't believe I never knew."

"I don't think Alex knew either."

"Thank the Lord," Euna dismisses the concern from her mind and refocuses on grinding upon you.

"Me with my brother? You'd want to see that?"

"The idea doesn't intrigue you?" you ask. "You've imagined fucking him before and liked the thought. Is it really that different now?"

"It's different because it's wrong."

"It's forbidden, is what you mean. It's raunchy, and perverted."

"Hmm, yes. No wonder the idea appeals you." She resumes grinding upon your cock. "You like everything perverted."

"The best part," you add, "is I don't think he knows, it's why he flirted with you. He'd certainly fuck you if you let him. You're the tsarivna, and there are none more beautiful. Would you let him?"

"Maybe..." She keeps grinding against you. "Maybe I'd like to see his face after he finally finds out, after the fact."

"He might take it better than you think."

"He might. It's certainly something to think about should I ever return home."

"Really? My mother?" she asks. "What sort of filth are you talking? Fecal?"

You nod.

"My mother used to wallow in human waste?"

"Wallow in it? I understand she reveled in it. Your mother was a true shit queen."

Euna gives you a narrowed stare.

"Her words," you say.

"And what sort of reveling did my mother get up to?"

"All sorts. For one, I know she considered all products of her body to be of the finest quality. After breaking in many of her lovers, she would get them to a point where they would beg for her to let them feast upon her offerings."

"Go on," Euna says.

"My father used to subject my mother to human waste?"

"In every way you can imagine."

"What sort of things would he do to her?"

"Everything. He treated Yelena his own personal toilet. They got up to all sorts of games."

"Please, go on..." Euna says.

"For your parents, the dirtier sex was, the better. Your mother loved getting filthy. Sometimes she'd do things so raunchy that not even your father would touch her, but he definitely loved the show." Your father loved defiling your mother. Sometimes he'd make her do things that would leave her so polluted that he wouldn't even have the stomach to participate himself, but he loved the show."

"What sort of things?"

"What do you imagine?"

She pondered. "Unwashed bodies. The stench of sex. Falling asleep with seed crusty upon your body. ...Urine?"

"That's right," you say.

"What sorts of raunchy things would my mother get up to?" she asks.

"I'm sure you've heard how much your mother aided your father in politics," you say, "but did you know she did her best politicking in bed? Dignitaries might come to parlay with your father. Your mother would come in to serve the men foods and drink, and she'd be dressed in a scanty, low-cut gown. The dignitaries would eye her hungrily. Before she'd leave, your father might stop her, and order her to reveal her chest to the other man.

"'Do you like what you see?' Vislav would say. 'Perhaps you might find our terms more agreeable if you let my wife convince you tonight.'

"Later, the men would visit her chambers, but sometimes Vislav let the men feel her up right there in the council chamber, as one might feel a ripening fruit. Sometimes he'd have her strip and dance on the table before the men while their discourse continued. I know a maid entered and saw that she had climbed under the table to suck one of the men off even while negotiations continued."

"Nearly every man in the palace has a story about their time with Yelena. Even many of the women had their turn. Nothing aroused your mother more than a train of men all ready to pump her full of seed. She fucked everyone from nobles to dirty peasants. Nothing aroused your father more than a train of men ready to pump his wife full of their seed. And she would accept these men dutifully. No one was too low."

"I'm sure you've heard how much your mother aided your father in politics," you say, "but did you know she did her best politicking in bed? Dignitaries would come from far and argue with your father over foreign policy this or trade tariffs that. The diplomacy could take weeks, and during that time they'd be guests in the palace. In the evenings they'd dine in your father's court, and tsaritsa would ensure they sat next to her. It didn't matter who they were. She'd seduce them with her honeyed words, and they would find themselves sneaking through the palace at night to steal into her chambers. In there, she made the decisions. If they disagreed with Vislav in council, they might be on their knees later, begging Yelena to accept the same terms, if only so she may give them release."

Euna continues her rocking upon your manhood. "I see. I knew my mother was important to my father's reign, but I did not know it was in such an intriguing way. I assume my father saw all of her politicking from behind that mirror?"

"Maybe some, but not all. She engaged with many dignitaries while your father was away, or while she was away. It wasn't always for her audience. A harlot and a mistress she may have been, but she was a true servant for our tsardom."

"Any stories worth telling?" Euna asks.

Euna's eyebrows rise.

"That's right," you say. "Your mother had sex with strangers when you were in her. During the day, she would be the matronly tsaritsa in her palace—bound by the inconveniences of maternity. She'd waddle among dignitaries. Her back ached. Yet when night came, she was still the sexual beast she always was. More so. From what I heard, something about pregnancy turned her into a sex-crazed beast. Her most sultry exploits happened when she was heavy with child."

"What were one of these exploits?"

"When your mother was pregnant, she made an exception to her filthy games."

"How so?" Euna asks.

"Before, she would ordinarily make others feast of her own dung, but when pregnant, a hunger came over her. She developed a taste for your father's shit"

"When your mother was pregnant, your father lust for filth games increased several fold. He had your mother consume his shit all through her term."

"You're saying my mother used to consume waste when she was pregnant? With me?"

"It became an obsession. I know the chambermaid at the time said your father's chamberpots were hardly ever full of anything, even if they signs of use. He'd relieve himself into his chamberpot. Then at your mother's behest, he'd bring it to her so she may dine upon it's contents with a proper glass and cutlery, maybe while dining with your father and carrying on a pleasant conversation. That mean helped to make you." Then he'd order your mother to kneel like a dog and eat every last drop and dollop. Her pregnant belly would be hanging low beneath her."

"But why? Why when she was pregnant? It was polluting my birth."

"Maybe it was a way for your father to contribute more to your growth than just his seed. Or maybe the point was to pollute your birth. Maybe they thought that if they fed you such a diet in the womb, that you might be born as debauched as they were."

"Interesting theory..." she says.

"Did it work?" you ask.

"I spent most of my life as a chaste nun."

"Not by choice. Look at how far you've come in just a short while."

"A fair point. Perhaps there is a hunger lurking within me. A final gift from my mother."

"You know what else? The chambermaid also noticed that your mother's pot was also empty for those nine months."

"She ate her own?"

"Imagine her, squatting over her own pot, cradling her swollen belly, pushing out a meal she was going to serve back to you through her own consumption."

"Why?"

"Perhaps Vislav's dung simply wasn't enough for her. She was already well in the habit of sucking her own shit off cocks she let sodomize her. Or maybe her goal was to make her diet composed entirely of shit. Then she'd need more than just hers and his. She'd need more, and she had plenty of paramours she could order to supply her."

"Perhaps your father had her dining on nothing else. She'd need more than just his then, so he made her eat her own. Maybe even other people's. The maids cleaned chamberpots around the palace. All they'd have to do is bring those pots to Yelena's room. That's if Vislav didn't make your mother beg for shit from the men he made her fuck."

Euna has not stopped her humping during all this. "That's quite some dedication."

"How do you feel knowing you may have been formed from the waste of others."

"Frankly, it's utterly vile and disgusting." Her pussy squeezes tight. "It's as though I'm destined to become an utterly vile and disgusting woman. My hand was dealt before I was born."

"Your mother had several boyars under her thumb. They'd visit, pledge their loyalty, pay their taxes, and sing their praise. They wouldn't dare do otherwise, or else your mother would make them pay in the bedroom. One such boyar was Dannic, and his wife Rushka."

"I know them," Euna says. "A sweet couple. Lovely children. They were loyal supporters of the tsardom's army."

"That's because they were loyal to their mistress."

"Both were?"

You nod. "They'd visit whenever tsar Vislav would summon them. They'd sing their praises and pay their dues, but their true test came the night of their stay. I don't know much about what happened in your mother's chambers those nights, but a maid once came in one morning to clean, and found both Dannic and Rushka. Dannic was bound and gagged to a chair. His wife was on her knees before him, hands tied behind her back, with his cock and balls in her mouth. She was fastened tight to him such that his cock was far down her throat. Neither could move a muscle, and both were covered in welts. Your mother had gone downstairs to enjoy breakfast, and left Rushku to choke upon her husband's cock. If you've ever been in such a situation—"

"I haven't."

"...then you'd know it's unpleasant for both of them. She chokes. Her knees and jaw hurt. And as her jaw aches, she can't hold it open as well. Her teeth close around his sack."

"Ah, and this is treatment they craved?"

"I doubt it. This bout came after Dannic had tried to renegotiate his land holdings with your father. The next day he withdrew his demands. Their following night in Yelena's chambers was likely more pleasant for them."

"Your mother was proud of her sexual prowess, and her sheer volume of partners. She once boasted that she was the most sultry harlot in all of Ruthgar."

"A strange boast to make," Euna says.

"From what I knew of your mother, it was her pride. But one day, one of her paramours told her that she wasn't. There was a prostitute named Scylla, an immigrant from a land far south, who lived in a nearby provence who was famed for her endurance. This would not stand with Yelena. She summoned Scylla to the palace and challenged her to a test to see who was the greater whore.

"Your father loved that about your mother," you say. "something about having such an utterly depraved slut for a wife enflamed him so much. He once boasted that Yelena had the most trafficked slut hole in all of Ruthgar."

"A strange boast to make," Euna says.

"It was only among his close friends who understood his relationship with Yelena, but one of his friends challenged his claim. There was a prostitute named Scylla, an immigrant from a land far south, who lived in a nearby provence who was famed for her endurance. Vislav did not take this challenge lightly. He summoned Scylla to the palace, and he ordered Yelena to compete against her in a test to see who was the greater whore.

"The challenge was this. Yelena and Scylla lay side by side upon Yelena's bed. At the foot was a vase. Each woman would take lover after lover. For every man who bed either women, they would put ten rubles in the vase. Whichever woman slept with more men would get to keep it.

"Everyone and their friends came. Guards, soldiers, cooks, stablehands, servant boys... Both women started by taking each lover with warmth. but as the night wore on. Scylla grew tired. Near dawn, the prostitute could take no more. Her nethers ached. She was covered in cum and stick, and she reeked. So she quit.

"Yet as Scylla lay there in the sticky bed recuperating, Yelena kept right on going. Man after man rutted her holes. By daybreak, the vase was overflowing. Cum ran from her like a river. Her body, from her hair to her breasts to even her feet, was sticky and matted. She won, fifty-one to twenty-two."

"She overshot?" Euna asks.

"By quite a bit. The vase was overflowing. Of course, your mother didn't do it for the money. She put all of it in the royal coffers. 'I may be a whore,' she had said, 'but I am a whore for my tsardom'."

"And what of my father? Where was he while my mother fraternized about?"

"Sick, or so I heard. Bed-bound. Perhaps that's why so many people felt safe cuckolding him so openly. The men had lookouts to watch his door in case he should emerge, but he never did. Not for the entire night."

"How curious," Euna says. "He should be in his chambers undisturbed for all of this, where there's a passage leading behind my mother's mirror where he could have watched the entire affair."

"Curious indeed. The next morning, not a minute after the last man departed Yelena's chambers, your father, who was apparently feeling much better, visited your mother in her chambers. She still lay in her bed upon a pool of pearly cum. She stank from her marathon of sex. Yet those two were in there for quite a while."

"By quite a bit. The vase was overflowing, though Yelena never got a single coin. Your father stored the earnings in the royal coffers. 'She's a servant of the tsardom,' he had said. 'She earns for me.' After he ended the challenge, he kicked everyone from Yelena's chambers. She and he were in there together for quite a while."

"My father had no qualm about futtering in the river of other men?"

"What do you think?"

"I suppose it excited him," she says. "I rather like the idea now that I think about it myself. You, rutting me as I'm overflowing with other men's pleasure."

"Your mother used to lactate when she was pregnant. Not only that, but her breasts became so sensitive that those alone were enough to bring her to orgasm. She wore these tight silk gowns which showed off the outline of her lovely belly. Low cut, so her swollen breasts were on the verge of spilling out. The problem was that her tits leaked. She was having to drain them herself many times a day at the height of her pregnancy.

"Your mother got fed up, she decided to call upon the stable girl, Nadiya, to do the work for her. From then on, your mother could be found reclined about the palace, with her gown crumpled about her waist, while that sweet young girl squeezed her tits with deft hands to squirt her milk into a bowl."

"About the palace?" Euna asks.

"She wouldn't let her milking interfere with her day. It happened in the dining hall, the parlor, but most of her milking took place in the privacy of her bedroom. It was there things got heated. Her breasts were sensitive, right? Having someone show them attention like that would warm her loins. She started making Nadiya suckle from her with her mouth. Yelena would writhe and shudder. Soon, she made Nadiya suckle the nub between her legs too. Every milking session ended like that."

"And my father watched, presumably?"

"All those intimate milking sessions happened in her bedroom, so probably," you say. "Except once it was in her solar. Your mother summoned the young stable girl. Nadiya arrived to find your mother mid-coitus with your father. Yelena made the girl suck her while she fucked. Then she straddled her pregnant body over Nadiya's face and made her suck her clit, while Vislav reamed her asshole."

"Your father decided on a different solution. He summoned the stable girl, Nadiya, and ordered your mother to expose her chest and get on all fours. Her tits hung down like udders. Nadiya then had to milk your mother as she would any other cow. This happened many times."

"Sounds like my father watched in person, rather than through the mirror."

"I'm sure he saw it plenty through the mirror. He forbid Yelena from ever milking herself, she was forced to summon Nadiya to her room many times. If your father was around. It often happened anywhere but her chambers. Once, her tits leaked during a grand banquet. Your father made your mother stand and bend over with her elbows on the table. Her tits and belly hung down. Everyone remembers how the stable girl drained your mother that night.

"How humiliating."

"And yet with each milking, your mother writhed and moaned. Vislav went further. He once bade Nadiya to milk your mother using her mouth. Having that young girl suckle her tits would always make Yelena's loins froth. 'It looks like she needs her flower milked too,' your father would say. Nadiya would then have to suckle your mother's clit. That would set your mother off.

"Occasionally, Yelena's tits leaked while Vislav was fucking her. He had Nadiya milk your mother mid-coitus. Afterward, the girl had to suck Yelena's clit while Vislav reamed her asshole."

"Whose?" Euna asks. "My mother's asshole? Or Nadiya's?"

"From what I understand, it depended on the occasion.

"Fascinating," Euna says. "Threesomes with the stable girl. I would never have thought that sweet young woman had any part of my parents' sex life."

"You'd be surprised how many people you knew growing up have."

"One person your father used to make your mother entertain was Boris."

Euna startles. "The boyar? That corpulent old man?"

"That's him. He'd come to her room. Your mother would be waiting for him upon her bed, fully nude. He'd climb on top, pull his belly aside, and ravage her. Her body would practically disappear beneath his."

"How do you know this? Surely my father didn't tell you."

You take hold of her hips and remind her of her duty with few guided thrusts. "Of course he didn't, though I'm sure he watched. No, I heard about this through Boris himself. Each day after a night in tsaritsa's chambers, he would brag to all who would hear. He took such liberties that he would fondle your mother at the banquets. He was one such man your father had your mother suck off under the table while in the dining hall."

"How disgusting," Euna shudders. "Though it paid off, didn't it? Boris was one of the tsardom's greatest suppliers of fine soldiers. How dutiful my mother was."

"Yes," you say. "He always earned his right to ravage Yelena."

"She loved to wallow, even if it wasn't for sex. When she was alone in her chambers she often put on shows for your father, in case he was behind the mirror. "Your father would order Yelena to sully herself. This wasn't a direct order, more of a standing order, so when she was often alone in her room, she might have accidents. She'd wear drawers, and release a large lump of poo into them. The lump would be visible outside her gown, but she'd pay it no mind. Her own dung would be sandwiched against her ass while she'd tend to her toiletries, or read a book. The whole time in her chambers, the mess would smear down her legs, along her crotch, and up her back, but she wouldn't clean. In fact, she often went to bed in her shit-filled drawers. She'd wet her gown from crotch to ankle, and then go about her business, such as reading books or tending to her toiletries, all before going to bed piss-soaked. Sometimes she'd be more deliberate. When laying in bed to sleep, she curl her legs to her chest and fountain her golden nectar over her body. No matter how messy she got, she'd go right to sleep. Maybe your father was behind the mirror, or maybe he was in council with his advisor. It didn't matter for her. Maybe your father was behind the mirror watching. Maybe he was in council with his advisors. She wouldn't know.

"Of course, she didn't only indulge by herself. Sometimes she might involve your father in such games, but she was most extreme with those beneath her station. Everyone craved your mother, both highborn and low, but for many, your mother only let them touch her body if they would indulge her filthy games. She would crouch over those depraved fools as she unloaded upon them. Sometimes upon their chest. Sometimes in their mouth. I understand it depended on her mood. Only if they showed proper appreciation for her brown gift would she allow them to ravage her. They'd both become a mess of shit. Those people would find themselves on their knees before Yelena she would babtise them in her royal urine. Only if they were appreciative enough would Yelena let them ravage her. Their piss-wet bodies would sully her own. "Another of Vislav's standing orders was that after she fucked anyone for any reason, she had to beg them to shit upon her, either so she may eat it or smear it upon her body and wallow in the mess. urinate upon her, so she may bathe and drink of them. The best part about it was Vislav forbid her from telling them that it was his order. So she had to beg everyone, letting them think she wanted it for her own sake. It did horrible things for her reputation within the palace."

"Did many take her up on this offer?" Euna asks.

"Probably not many, but some, and when they did, it got messy. Her old chambermaid told me about the messes she had to clean up in your mother's bed after her dalliances. Once she found your mother sleeping soundly upon her sheets. Yelena's entire body was coated in shit, from head to toe. The bed was so soaked in urine that Yelena was sleeping in a warm stagnant pool upon the mattress. When Yelena awoke, she was utterly unconcerned about the mess. She writhed for a bit before striding off to her bath, leaving a mess with every step."

All this while, Euna has been riding your cock. The story is having its affect on her. Her breath is shallow. Whether you have more story or not, your rise is coming all too quickly. The moment she feels you pulsating inside her, she clenches her pussy about your shaft and rides at a fevered pitched. Once she's finished, her gash is seeping your cum. It drools down upon your balls.

"I think," she says, "that was the proper way to enjoy a story about my mother."

"Demanding it in exchange for sex? Your mother would be proud."

"Yes. It sounds as though I'm becoming the very image of her. I'd heard rumors about my mother, but I had no idea she was such a sultry matron. She knew how to take what she wanted."

"She certainly did."

Euna stands. Her dripping snatch is before your face as she corrects her bodice. Stepping away, she sits back down and picks at her food, unconcerned of her nudity. "Was there more?" she asks.

"A little more. You want to hear it?"

She ponders. "Hmm. Not tonight. You've given me enough to dwell on for now. And I think stories of my mother are best extracted, not given freely. You'll tell me the rest some day. When I say so."

"Understood, Your Highness."

"Story is over, it seems," you say.

"Was there any more?" she asks.

"Maybe. Too late now."

"No? There's nothing I could do?"

"Maybe someday. I think we're done for tonight."

"If you insist." Euna dismounts from you. Kneeling, she cleans your cock with her mouth. "Thank you for sharing. I've always heard rumors about my mother, but I had no idea."

"She was quite a woman."

"Quite a harlot, it sounds like, and unfailingly obedient with a penchant for humiliation." Euna returns to her seat, still naked from the waist down. She eats her food.

"I would have liked to have met her," you say. "Alas, I've only these stories."

"You mean you would have liked to have fucked her?"

"That too."

"I guess you're stuck with me then. I hope I can please just as well as my mother could."

"You are becoming the very image of her," you reply. She beams a smile.

"Natasha called Selia into her chambers one day and pointed to her chamber pot. There was a large, brown smear along the bottom. She had Selia on her hands and knees licking that mess up.

"Then of course came the day when Natasha called her in to point out a full log still sitting in the pot. Natasha had said, 'If I must endure the shame of this unclean mess, then so must you,' and she ordered Selia to take the log and stick it into the back of her drawers, where it was to remain for the rest of the evening.

"She did so, and for the rest of the day, she carried out her duties with that mess against her butt as though she had shit herself. Everyone noticed. I think she could have died from embarrassment, but later that night, she was sitting before her mirror, wriggling her butt around, spearing the mess about as she played with herself.

"It continued from there. Sometimes Natasha would have Selia put a mess in her drawers. Other times Natasha would make her unfasten her corset and smear the log against her bared breasts. Either way, she'd have to resume her chores just like that.

"Natasha and Marko played off of each other in humiliating Selia. Though Natasha was always the one to push it further.

"It was she who first made Selia eat waste instead of merely licking away remnants. Natasha had Selia kneel down and eat an entire log out of the chamberpot like a dog.

"Marco, of course, loved the idea, and so human waste became a large part of Selia's diet, and yet it seemed every day after this treatment, with her stomach full of shit, or her skin defiled, she needed to retreat to her quarter afterward to relieve her lust.

"It was her who first made Selia get on all fours and lap away the urine like a kitten. Marko followed suit. Drinking both of their messes became a habit for her.

"Then Natasha took it to the next step."

"What else could there be?" Euna asks.

"She decided there was no reason she should have to tolerate a messy chamberpot in her room at all. So she had it removed. Selia would be her chamberpot now. "She decided not to bother using the chamberpot at all for her water. From that day on, when Natasha needed to relieve herself, she would call Selia in and have her lie down next to Natasha's bed. Natasha would hike up her dress and sit upon Selia's mouth. Her waste would slide directly down Selia's throat and into her chamberpot stomach. She wouldn't limit her stream at all, and Selia would struggle to swallow as much as she could. What she couldn't would run down her face and soak her hair. Natasha would make her lap up any urine left upon the floor.

"I left shortly afterward, so I don't know how else it evolved. I'm sure Marko started doing the same though. He and his daughter were on the same page when it came to degrading servants."

"At least it couldn't get any worse," Euna says.

"It certainly could."

"How? I can't think of anything. Tell me."

"Well—"

"No. Perhaps you shouldn't tell me."

"I agree. I think it's better if you think of them on your own."

"You're hilarious," she says dryly. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I won't. I'm not as sick and perverted as you are."

"That's true."

"There was a large, wet, brown smear along the bottom of the pan. Marko didn't let Selia leave until she had swallowed every nugget, no matter how much she gagged.

Marko had stepped up his humiliation of her, and so she stepped up her prank. That very day, the chefs were making a meatloaf. Selia stormed into the kitchen. She pulled her knickers off and climbed onto the kitchen table, no simple task wearing those high heeled shoes, but it was a hell of a sight. Hiking up her skirt, she squatted over the mixing bowl and relieved herself. Urine hissed into the bowl, and a long, solid log of waste snaked out from her asshole and coiled atop the meat.

"She glared down at the chef. 'Mix it in,' she ordered. The chef could see what a dark mood Selia was in and knew not to disobey.

"She mixed and cooked the meatloaf. There was a particular smell to it, but it was masked by the meat and spice. They served it to the Lord. His reaction was curious. He paused, detecting a difference. It seemed at first he would send it back, but after a few tentative bites, he decided he liked it."

"No," Euna says in disbelief.

"Yes," you reply.

"He must have tasted the waste."

"He certainly tasted something. I'm sure if he knew it was shit, he would have spit it out and lashed the chef to death, but he didn't. All he knew is that it tasted different, and he liked it. So did his daughters."

"Am I to assume it became a regular ingredient?"

"You assume correctly. More and more foods included Selia's waste: meatloaf, cookies, dark breads, porridges... All sorts of food. Every day she'd climb up on to the kitchen table and defecate into whatever the chef was making. Afterward, she'd stand on the table and tower over the chef, ensuring that the meek little woman would mix in the waste."

"Lord Marko never complained. It even reached a point he would complain about dishes that didn't include Selia's secret ingredient. The chef needed Selia now. She'd bring the bowl to Selia and ask her for her contribution. Selia would order the chef to place the bowl on the ground, and then she'd squat over it in her high heels and make her deposit.

"Then came the day when we found out the chef was eating the food herself. Some scullery maids had walked in on her gorging on leftover cookies. savoring some left over broth. Oh how embarrassed the chef was. She admitted that she'd grown curious about what Lord Marko found in it, so she tried some. She'd loved it, and from that day on, she saved the leftovers for herself.

"The chef could have died from embarrassment, but it caused a wave of curiosity. Many of the downstairs staff tried the cookies. soup. Many couldn't tolerate the taste, simply because they knew what was in it, but others were like the chef. They liked the change.

"And so word spread. Selia would make the chef cook up her own waste, urine, then she'd sell it to those who were interested. She became well known in the town's seedier communities."

"Did the chef make any money?" Euna asks.

"No. Just getting to keep some of the food for herself was enough. She and Selia developed a unique relationship through this partnering. As time passed, she grew more and more hooked on Selia's special ingredient. She diluted it less and less for her own food until she was eating Selia's waste raw with only a touch of garnish, or sipping Selia's urine like fine champaigne."

"Surely there's no way it tasted good," Euna says.

"At that point, I think it was more sexual for them. I lived in Selia's quarters, and frequently walked in on those two. The chef would be kneeling behind Selia, with her face buried between Selia's buttocks. She grew to worship Selia's asshole, and Selia enjoyed dominating the young woman. before Selia, her mouth open and upturned, while Selia relieved herself. The chef would drink every drop. I left years later, but I like to think they're still together, selling their special food to those with special tastes."

"What of Lord Marko? Did they keep serving him the food?"

"Of course, but Selia could only produce so much of her ingredient, and they were busy selling that. So they agreed that the chef would start relieving herself in the lord's food instead. I remember her saying to the chef, 'he can still have my waste, but you just get to have it first.'" water, but you just get to drink it first.'"

Euna snorts. "I suppose that's one way to look at it. I still can't fathom how such food could even be palatable."

"Neither could anyone else, not until they tried it. You might change your mind."

"Perhaps one day I'll get to meet her. I'd be curious to find out."

"I can get you special ingredients much sooner than that if you'd like..."

"As though I would ever eat such food. Enough of this story. It was not appropriate for dinner conversation. I'm surprised I did not lose my appetite."

"I wonder what it says about you that you didn't..."

She gives you a withering smirk. "Don't even hint."

"Very well, Your Highness."

"One day, an alchemist traveled through town. Many people came to marvel at his stock and see his strange performances, but only the very rich could afford his merchandise.

"The staff at the manor visited him in groups, though like all, we couldn't afford anything. Myself, Selia, and several maids were perusing one day when Selia noticed an alchemical vial called 'Drops of Lust.'"

"A love potion?" Euna asks.

"No. Despite what everyone believes, love potions are just tonics. They're cheap, temporary tricks. You may bewitch the girl you fancy, but a week later, she'll come to her senses, and then you're in trouble."

"I suppose you know from experience. Don't you?"

"I've never used one myself. But the Prowling Lilins sold plenty. They're cheap, and since everyone thinks they're permanent, customers will pay through the nose. By the time they find out, we've moved on."

"Explain to me again how the Prowling Lilins aren't a pack of thieves."

You chuckle. "Anyway, this was not a cheap tonic. Drops of Lust were true alchemy. Permanent, yet subtle. You consume a drop of this, and then consummate with another. When you accept their seed into you, or you shoot your seed into them, the Drop will cause both of you to crave each other more, but just a little, and permanently. Over time, you won't be able to resist each other."

"So it's just a better love potion," Euna says, "and for lust?"

"Not really. This alchemy is a two way road. Both are affected, except that it has no effect on someone if they didn't want to have sex in the first place. The most common customers for this are couples looking to reinvigorate their love life.

"Selia saw the possibilities. Marko was raping her almost every day. He wanted her. She didn't. Unfortunately, she couldn't afford it.

"Since the other maids knew what Marko was doing to her, they all decided to pitch in, though it was still far too little. Selia haggled with the alchemist, and they settled on a price. She would not only pay what she could, but she would stay with him for the remaining three days he was in town, and she would pay off her debt however he wanted.

"Everyone at the manor covered for her while she was away. For the first two nights, the alchemist fucked her in every conceivable way. On the third, he decided to make money off her by whoring her to whoever he could. By the time she came staggering back on the fourth morning, she was a cum-soaked mess, but she had the Drops of Lust.

"Of course, Marko had noticed she was missing. He was furious. She'd barely finished cleaning up when he called her to his room. She drank a single drop, and answered his summons.

"He kept her for hours. After stripping her naked, he spread her legs and spanked her ass and pussy with a paddle. With clips, he dangled weights from her nipples. Then he sodomized her with a sporting bat. Finally, he jammed his cock down her throat and came. She nearly passed out from air loss, but he did release his seed inside of her. The Drop worked.

"For months he raped and abused her. She tolerated it every time, but we could see the Drops take their hold. Before, he would come for her only in his dark moods. But soon, he would prowl the manor looking for her. It was becoming an obsession.

"Then came the day she resigned. We all overheard.

"'You have no where to go,' he'd yelled. 'I know this.'

"'It matters not,' she replied. 'Living on the streets would be better than working here.'

"'You can't. You work for me. I... I forbid you from leaving.'

"'You cannot forbid me anything. I am not your slave, and I work for you no longer.'

"Selia had always been a proud woman, even as he molested her, but still, this was a side of her he'd never seen. 'If you leave,' he threatened, 'I will see to it that you never get another job in your life. You will be destitute... a whore... less than a whore... a piece of street filth no one should dare touch.'

"'Then that's what I shall be. Street filth. Street filth that lives far from here where you will never see me again.'

"He was a cornered animal, desperate and addicted. And he lashed out, as she knew he would. First, he tried to strike her, but as much as he was a mountain of anger, he was an aging and complacent man. She, on the other hand, had the strength of hard laborer. She caught his hand easily. It angered him all the more, and grabbed her and dragged her toward the stairs, intent on taking her to his bedroom, tying her down, and beating obedience into her.

"But she resisted. Easily. He fell onto his back, and she was upon him, straddling his ample stomach. Her face was within an inch of his.

"'Get off of me, woman,' he growled.

"'I am not your woman. You have forced me for the last time. So this,' she took his hand and pressed it to her breast, 'and this,' she guided his other hand between her legs to feel her wet lips, 'you will never see again.'

"I could see from where I hid that he was already hard. His next words came out as a grumble. 'I will double your pay.'

"'No.'

"'I will... treat you better.'

"'You will not force me ever again, because I am leaving.'

"'I won't force you again. I swear it. Stay.'

"She pondered this, as though it were not her plan all along. 'If I stay, it will not be as your servant, but as your resident.'

"'What?'

"'I will manage the household staff as I have, but I will do so as a Lady, not a housemaid.'

"'Never!'

"'I will eat at your table. I will sleep in a bedchamber, not in the servant quarters. I will delegate the household work as I see fit, and I will manage the staff pay.'

"'You ask too much!'

"'I am not asking. You will do these things if you ever wish these pleasures of me again.' She squeezed his hand over her breast. Her other hand toyed with his cock through his breeches. 'Or shall I leave forever?'

"His response was long coming. 'Then I will take you as I please.'

"'You may take me as roughly as you wish, but on my terms. You will never force me again.'

"'Fine. Then have it, My Lady.'

"She freed his hard cock from his breeches and shifted to sink upon it, for she had no knickers. As she rode him wildly, he tore open her traveling dress and abused her exposed breasts. He twisted her nipples fiercely.

"Overcome, he pulled her over until he was on top and hammered into her. He slapped her face and pulled her hair. She took it and screamed in pleasure, for she had won. Right there, at the base of the atrium stairs where all the staff could see and hear, another Drop took affect."

"So she became the Lady of the house?" Euna asks.

"She did. And let me tell you, she was a much better master than he ever was, particularly since she wouldn't let he treat the servants poorly anymore. Though since he continued to grow more and more addicted to her honey, he lost all interest in anyone else anyway."

"Good for her. Though I'm amazed she could stand to be near him, much less let him keep using her like that. I pray that he grew less rough with her in time."

"I don't know about that. Her screams could still be heard throughout the manor. Ropes, whips, and canes were common sights in her bedchamber. And while she dined at supper and tea like a proper lady, I distinctly recall her naked or scantily clad several times. Marko's idea of course. That certainly made his daughters squirm."

Euna frowns. "And yet she was the dominant one?"

"Yes. It all happened only with her permission."

"How does that work in a relationship?"

"Well, that wasn't a healthy relationship. Selia didn't enjoy the sex. It was her way of controlling him, but there are those who do enjoy being punished or humiliated, even if they're the ones in charge. They tell their partners what they want."

"Fascinating. Do you think Selia ever came to enjoy it, or maybe love him?"

"I doubt it, but maybe. If not, she at least enjoyed the benefits. A year later she forced him into marrying her. She bore him a few children, and when he died years afterward, she inherited everything."

"Everything?"

"Even his title."

"What about his daughters?"

"I don't know. I left long before Marko died. I think she was a fair mother to his youngest, Masha. I doubt that's so with his eldest, Natasha. They hated each other. Natasha probably saw Selia as a wicked stepmother who beguiled her father and stole her birthright. To us common folk, Selia was a folk hero."

"I'm glad that story had a happy ending," Euna says. "Though I hope she treated Masha well. The child was innocent."

"I'm sure she did," you say. "She was a kindhearted person. After all, she took me in."

"She did. Thank you for sharing about her."

"You're quite welcome, Your Highness."

"For a long time, none of the other staff even knew Lord Marko was doing this to Selia. She never told anyone. They thought it was just yelling, since that was all they heard echoing through the manor.

"It wasn't until a day months later when a chambermaid was passing by Marko's bedroom and saw the door cracked open. She peeked in.

"There was Selia, upon her knees, bent over with her face pressed upon the floor. Lord Marko was viciously whipping her with a cane. Welts scored her ass. Blood dripped down her thighs. Tears streamed down Selia's face, yet she moaned lustfully.

"Lord Marko cast his cane aside. Disrobing, he knelt and forced his cock into Selia's dripping cunt. She screamed and writhed. This only incited Marko. Pulling out, he pushed into her ass and sodomized her.

"After he came, he grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her head around to shove his cock down her throat. She hungrily swallowed it down.

"The chambermaid left hurriedly, and of course after that, the rumors spread. No one spoke to Selia about this affair, but everyone saw the signs now. Especially me. Since I lived on a mattress in the corner of her quarters, I would frequently catch her coming back late at night, sniffling and wiping her eyes. She'd strip out of her disheveled clothes and stand before her mirror. Welts and cuts covered her body. Bruises marred her wrists, and sometimes her neck. Yet she'd stand there and trace each cut and bruise with her fingers. It was as though she treasured each blemish. Her breath would grow heavy. Her body would quiver. Inevitably, she'd drop to her knees and feverishly rub her cunt until shuddering in a powerful orgasm.

"It went this way for months. Soon, Marko stopped caring about the other staff finding out. One day after he tore open her corset, he forbid her from changing or lacing it back up, so she went about her duties that day with her tits bared to all. Everyone saw the welt and bruises. She even had bite marks around her nipples.

"That was when Marko's eldest daughter, Lady Natasha, took an interest in Selia. She was an even more cruel person than her father, and more creative. The day came when she called Selia into her room over some grievance. It was hours later when Selia finally returned to her quarters, sobbing and bleeding. Her face glistened of Natasha's honey. She practically threw herself onto her bed and started stabbing her fingers into her sex. Within seconds, her back was arching. Her toes were curling.

"From then on, Selia had two cruel masters. Some days, she might leave Marko's bedroom after hours of punishment, only to have Natasha catch her in the hall and drag Selia to her room. And Natasha was much more open about abusing Selia. She'd whip her with the bedroom door wide open, or she'd sit fully upon Selia's face while taking her tea in the parlor.

"The most memorable torment Natasha did was when she called Selia into the Solar where she and her father were having afternoon refreshments. They'd been conversing about the proper way to punish a rebellious servant like Selia.

"Natasha ordered Selia to strip naked before them while they ate their biscuits. Then after Natasha made her lay upon a sofa, she rose, reached under her dress, and removed her panties. She climbed onto the couch and sat upon Selia's face.

"'You see father,' she said. 'When you punish them, you must be creative and vary your punishment, or else they'll get complacent.' She produced a sewing cushion filled with pins. One by one, she pushed pins into Selia's breasts. Selia yelped as she licked Natasha's pussy. 'Now she cannot grow used to my discipline, because she won't know what to expect.'

"'She's getting blood on the fabric,' Marko said.

"'Is she? So she is. That will be another mess of hers she must clean. And another punishment she deserved.' She stuck a pin directly into Selia's nipple and pressed it deep into her breast flesh.

"Marko grew quite aroused watching Natasha torment poor Selia. He rubbed himself through his breeches.

"'Oh father,' Natasha said, 'We mustn't concern ourselves with modesty when disciplining others. She's already forced us to punishing her. If we hold ourselves back by concerning ourselves with decency, she'll never learn.'

"'You're quite right, my dear.' Marko pulled cock from his breeches and climbed onto the couch. He forced his cock into Selia's ass while Natasha continued skewering Selia. He paused at one point to try a pin himself. He pressed it into the folds of Selia's labia. Her scream was bloodcurdling.

"'Very good, father. Now you're getting it.'

"They tormented her for the rest of lunch. Afterward, they ordered her back to work, but they did not let her redress. She carried out her chores naked, with dozens of pins in her breasts and half a dozen lining her slit. Blood was dried against her belly and thighs."

"And you're sure she enjoyed this?" Euna asks. "I don't see how."

"Some people enjoy being controlled and humiliated."

"I understand that, but the pain."

"Pain can be releasing. It can cause a rush of incomparable pleasure. And some people just enjoy punishment."

"Hmm," she says. "I suppose. What became of Selia?"

"She got fired?"

"Fired? They got rid of her?"

"Oh no. They just decided she was too ornery and rebellious to be the head housemaid. So they fired her and took her on as their live-in chambermaid, at least until they could teach her proper respect."

"Oh, I see..."

"Yes. Marko and Natasha enjoyed their little team up so much, that they decided to work together in disciplining her. Marko had a door installed, connecting his wardrobe to his daughters bed chamber. They cleared the adjoining room and converted it into Selia's new quarters. It was spartan, and contained little of her possessions, but many of the Lord and Lady's tools for punishing her. Any time, day or night, Marko or Natasha could come in there and educate her. Whatever time she had when they weren't using her, she tended to their bedrooms. People only saw her when she came out for food or to collect fresh bed linens. She may have welts or bruises, but she was always content."

Euna sighs. "I guess if she's happy, that's all that matters."

"Exactly," you reply.

"And this is the woman who raised you?"

"She looked after me for years, yes. By the time they moved her to her live-in closet, I was taking care of myself. I wasn't there much longer though. I like to imagine she's still living in that closet, admiring her welts in privacy and diddling herself to powerful climaxes."

Euna grins. "Who wouldn't wish that for the woman he raised them?"

"I can't imagine."

She lowers her feet from your lap. She sets her food aside. "Congratulations by the way."

"For what?"

"I asked you to tell me about your childhood, about the woman who raised you, and you still managed to turn it into a story of debauchery."

"That's my life,"

"So it seems. Shall we head to bed?"

"They involved their own children in their perverse games?" Euna asks, shocked.

"From a young age. When they first came to us, we thought they were the most well-mannered family we'd ever met. Helda and Vecta were these furtive little angels who smiled from behind their parents. They were in their early teens at the time. The parents told us how they'd been driven out of their home town after the villagers accused them of perversity and sodomy, so they wanted to join with us, where they'd be welcome. The caravan asked them what they could do, and without another word, the father turned to his two daughters and ordered them to strip and put on a show."

"And they did, I take it?"

"They didn't even hesitate. The girls got naked and coiled about each other with their mouths to each other's snatches. The father came up and started sodomizing one of the girls while they were at it. They didn't even flinch. The mother took a paddle and started thrashing the bottom of the other. The girls loved the attention. They moaned and came. It was definitely an act the caravan wanted. So that was it. For many years that couple made a show out of disciplining their two daughters before audiences, or violating them in some way. At night, they kept their daughters in cages."

"It didn't strike anyone as wrong that the couple used their children in this way?"

"I think the caravan would have been uncomfortable with it if the girls seemed like they were forced, but they helped put together their own acts."

"But that's only because they were forced into it from a young age. They didn't know any better."

"Maybe so," you say.

"Do you think it was all right?"

"I wasn't there for this. The parents left before I showed up. Their daughters stayed behind and changed their act to a two person show."

"But would you have been okay with it?"

"It certainly is frowned on by our kingdom, isn't it? Helda and Vecta grew up to spend their lives torturing each other. Not exactly a healthy obsession, but I know neither of them regret their upbringing. They always spoke fondly of their parents. And both of them were happy. Who am I to judge. In my time, I've seen and done worse."

"Hmm." Euna frowns. "I don't know. It seems wrong to me, but then who am I to judge as well. I thought short skirts were wrong only a while ago." Bewildered, she shakes her head. "Still, it is perverted."

"Orcs? The caravan traded with orcs?"

"Trade is a strong word. We negotiated when times are tough."

"Orcs are the bane of our kingdom. They're savage beasts who ransack border villages. Why would you ever think to trade with them."

"Negotiate, and yes. I know Ruthgar takes a dim view on them. We weren't in Ruthgar at the time. And you're bound to run into them at some point or another. If you're not negotiating with them, then they're raiding you. It's really a matter of survival."

"And you bought slaves from them?"

"We did. We were in the southern mountain pass when the orcs came. Helda and Vecta were two of many chained by the neck, forced to keep up with the orc's wargs or be dragged. After we negotiated a rough truce with the orcs, they stayed near to our camp that night. Normally, one doesn't pry into what the orcs do on their own. Do so, and you're liable to get your head smashed in, but we always kept an eye on them.

"Anyway," you say. "After the sun came down, the orcs started their usual camp pyre, burning far more wood than necessary as usual. Then they started an unusual activity which we later found out was a daily routine. They formed a large circle as though to watch a performance, then they brought out four slaves: Helda, Vecta, and two poor women who seemed straight from a village raid. The poor women cowered together as the orc yelled and cheered about them. Helda and Vecta behaved quite differently. They started kissing and fondling each other. Helda even got down on all fours and thrust her rump towards the orcs. Vecta fingered her asshole, loosening it and causing her sister to moan. Then the orcs tossed a long spear into the ring. The other slave girl shied away from it, but Vecta picked it up and took it back to her sister. She shoved the blunt end into Helda's ass. It bottomed out after eight inches, but Vecta didn't stop. She kept jamming it harder and harder, causing her sister to scream in pain. Her body jolted with each thrust. It was a foot and a half in, and blood poured from her asshole, but Helda merely reached back and started thrusting it herself, even as she cried."

"Why?"

"To drive up the orcs' lust. And it worked. Several broke from the ring and grabbed Helda. Holding her between two orcs, they penetrated both her cunt and her bleeding asshole. She screamed in pain, but held the orcs to her as though precious lovers. Meanwhile, Vecta took the bloody spear. She licked the shaft up and down of her sister's blood and waste, then placed the handle end against her snatch and fed it into herself. A foot disappeared into her. And she sawed it in and out, grimacing from the pain."

"Was this also for the orcs?"

"Yes. But when they broke to come take her, their chieftain yelled something out. The orcs seemed to like the idea too. They grabbed the other slave girl, who kicked and screamed, and they held her down before the other end of the spear."

"The sharp end?"

"Yes. And after they put the tip in her pussy, they yelled something to Vecta. She started shoving her body down on her end of the spear. It caused it to punch her insides, but obviously it was much worse for the other girl. She shrieked and scream and fought, but the orcs held her down. Meanwhile, Vecta continued to pull away a little, just to ram herself back down on the spear. It pushed a little further into both of them. After about eight inches of the spearhead disappeared into the girl, blood started dribbling out. Every pounded inch only made the bleeding worse. She wasn't the only one affected though. Vecta grimaced and moaned with each pounding. Blood came out each time she pulled away, but she always thrust back down."

"Wasn't this killing them?"

"It was killing the girl. She had the sharp end. A foot disappeared into her, then two feet, then more. Her screams turned to gurgles. Eventually her head tilted back and the spear tip protruded from her mouth. Vecta had managed to press their two sexes together."

"Why would Vecta kill the girl like that?"

"It was survival. Of the three, one of them would be cooked and eaten by the orcs that night. That girl was now already spitted. She went straight over the fire while the orcs spent the rest of the night enjoying Helda and Vecta's bleeding holes. Every single night the girl's had to entice the orcs into sparing them from the pyre. The only way was to encourage the orcs to take pleasure in their bodies instead, and orcs love to watch a girl suffer."

"That's horrible!"

"It was. And that night had been particularly bad. We think the orcs were trying to show off to the caravan. Either way, both Helda and Vecta were in bad shape come morning. While both of the girls' holes were well accustom to gang rape by that point, that spear had ruptured Helda's intestines, and punched straight through to Vecta's uterus and torn a hole in it. The girl's were feverish. Everyone could see they would die soon. The orcs were clearly upset that they were going to lose two of their tribe's favorite toys, but they decided the two would go on the pyre the following night. Waste not, want not, I suppose."

"How did they live?"

"The caravan had seen their act. What those girls had was not pain tolerance, more like pain enthusiasm. It seemed like a waste to let those two die, so the caravan master negotiated with the orcs. Two horses for the girls. Since the orcs couldn't heal the girls, it was a good trade for them. More meat. Our caravan healers, on the other hand, were quite capable of patching them up. The rest is history."

"Did the caravan force them to put on shows?"

"Nope. We just suggested it. The girls chose all on their own."

"They must have been so broken. Could you imagine having to hurt yourself and condemn others every night just to survive?"

"It certainly changed them. They rarely talked about their life with the orcs."

"Orcs are such horrible creatures."

"Maybe. But the girls didn't seem to hold it against the species. Anytime orcs, or half-breeds, or any other savage species came by the caravan, those girls loved to get a ride on their cocks."

"They slept with savage species by choice?"

"It's not uncommon."

"That's... wrong! Why would a human ever subject themselves to that."

"Love knows no bounds."

"I hardly think what Helda and Vecta felt was love."

"Oh, I see," Euna says. "Perhaps this means I'm starting to reach your level in perversity."

"I don't know about that," you reply.

"No? I was expecting much more debauchery about the Warped Ones, but it seems my imagination has surpassed them."

"Then maybe it's time you start forging new ground."

"Are you suggesting I deform my body as the Warped Ones do?"

"With your dirty imagination, it sounds like you could outshine them."

"Hmm." She eats some food, chews, shrugs. "Maybe you're right. Maybe it's time I start thinking about I'll do with this canvas?" She gestures to herself. "It'll have to be truly depraved to stand out."

You eye her. "I think you're joking, but I'm not actually quite sure. Are you being serious?"

She eats some food, chews, and shrugs.

"That's quite an amazing tale," Euna says. Throughout the story, she's been idly caressing between her legs. "Is it common for someone to fixate on their bottoms like she did?"

"Like her? No. She was something special."

"I don't suppose it's a coincidence that you're telling me this story after your little attempt to fit your fist up my bottom, is it?"

"It might be related."

"And now that I've heard tales of a true anal queen, I will endeavor to outperform her. Is that your plan?"

"If it is, is it working?"

"It has certainly put ideas in my head," she admits. "Come. Let us retire for the night."

You can't think of any more grand stories to tell her, at least none that she's ready to hear, so you share with her several small anecdotes about your past. Many of them are raunchy, and all of them delight her to no end.

"Better? I'm not sure. It's certainly—I think—more honest."

"Honest?"

"Both religions preach charity and humility, right?"

"Right."

"But look at this." Euna rifles through your pack and brings out two items. One is the wooden Simori holy pendant the sister gave you along with the book. The other is the silver Hand of Nim you acquired at the pirate bay. "Look at these two and tell me which religion truly believes in selfless humility?"

"But look at this." Euna rifles through your pack and brings out the wooden Simori holy pendant the sister gave you along with the book. "The symbol us Nimic sisters carry is a pure silver brooch representing the hand of Nimel. Which of the two religions truly practices selfless humility?"

"The silver does seem a little flashy in comparison," you admit.

"It's not just that," Euna says. "Nim preaches forgiveness, yet it condemns so many based on their lifestyle. The Simori also preach forgiveness, but they mean it. Half the stories in this book are about never judging others and giving second chances, even in the face of heinous acts of depravity. They don't condemn anyone."

"I don't know about that," Euna says, "but if I ever were to return to religion, I would certainly consider it. The ways of the Simurgh are about helping people, not exerting influence and expanding their domain."

"So it wouldn't be in the spirit of Simori to make it the official religion of Ruthgar?"

"No. That would be forcing it on people, but if I were to openly worship the Simurgh as the tsaritsa of Ruthgar, that might sway the masses. However, the Nimic church would certainly bear its fangs if I did that."

"I'll finish later." Euna puts the book away. "I was only reading until you got up. I left a quick breakfast for you. I am going to the river to prepare for the day. Take your time."

You awaken to the gentle stir of turning pages. Sitting up, you find Euna seated cross-legged beside you. She's nude, and in her lap is the Simori holy book. It seems she's nearly read all of it.

"Oh, good morning," she says. "I found this in the pack. Did one of the sisters give it to you?"

"She insisted," you reply.

"She would have." Euna flips a page. "It seems it is their custom to give their books to anyone who shows even the slightest interest. It's their way of converting."

"Does it say anything good?"

"It's actually quite remarkable. Look at this." She pinches three pages at the beginning of the book. "These are their commandments. The rest of this book are just stories. After being raised in a religion built upon centuries of gospel dictating exactly how to live—pray twice a day, never eat this, no sex before marriage—it's strange to find a religion so... simple. And their ideas are so alien to Nim's ways."

"How so?"

"The Simori do not speak of a divine paradise after death. In fact, their teachings are very clear that you won't be rewarded for being good, in life or death. But they believe that through enough unrelenting selflessness, we can create a divine paradise here in our world."

"The gospel doesn't mention sex or marriage," Euna says.

"It has nothing? That's unlike any religion I know of."

"Not in the gospel, but the stories that follow do." Euna leafs through the book. "Sex comes up quite a bit actually. Judging from these parables, it's safe to say that they certainly don't condemn sex. Some of these are quite saucy."

"Ohh let's see," Euna flips through. "There's Inna the Humble. Ooh! And there's Kseniya the Charitable. Men certainly had their way with her. And I haven't even finished the book yet."

"Well go on," you say. "Let's hear them."

"Oh, you will," she says. "But not right now. Maybe for once I'll be the one with a sultry dinnertime story. Right now I just wanted to share how extraordinary this religion is."

"Not at all," Euna replies. "They're not naive. They accept that most people will take advantage of their generosity, but that does not mean that the Simori will blindly allow others to exploit them. Take the Simori temple here. They help the people of Cockaigne, even though they hardly deserve it, but after the city folk ransacked their temple, they no longer allow anyone to enter without good cause."

"...but they still help the city."

"Yes. They don't judge who deserves help, but they help only on their own terms."

"I thought so." Euna heads off toward the river. "I won't be long."

You eat. Euna is sitting rather awkwardly as she drinks her tea with you. Instead of sitting on the stone she ordinarily uses as a chair, she's straddling it with her knees on the ground. She seems to have her privates pressed directly against the stone, but her skirt is covering the view.

A sly smile appears on her face as she notices you staring. She flips up the front of her skirt.

A daywither mushroom as thick as your arm is buried in her pussy. She's pressing her groin to the rock to keep it lodged inside her.

"I've had it in all morning," she says. "It was uncomfortable at first, but I think I'm used to it now."

"Are you... stretching yourself?" you say, mock aghast. "Planning to be one of those girls in those stories of mine?"

"Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to be filled this morning. But there's more." She rolls away onto her side, fully exposing her crotch to you. Buried in her ass is another daywither equal in size. Both holes clutch their respective phalluses, leaving her groin rather deformed.

"Both holes?"

"And they feel amazing," she says. "I wish I could keep them in all day, but they're impossible to walk with. But..." She pulls them out, on after another. "I think I can take a fist in my ass now."

"I need to see proof?"

"That will be fun tonight."

As usual, Euna is already bustling about when you awake. When you come over, she leans toward you for a kiss. You oblige.When you come over, she acknowledges you with a nod.

"Good morning," she says.

"Good morning."

She motions to food sitting by the fire. "Enjoy your breakfast. I'll return shortly."

"Good morning," she says. "Now that you're up, I'm off to bathe. Your breakfast is by the fire pit."

"Sleep well?" she asks.

"Well enough."

She motions to food sitting by the fire. "Your breakfast is there. I'm off to bathe."

You sit to eat.

As she's heading off, she glances over her shoulder. "Behave yourself."

You sit to eat.

She heads off, glancing over her shoulder at you. "I will return shortly. Don't you dare follow me. We'll seek more food once I return."

You awaken when something presses down upon your face. Euna smiling down at you, and she is entirely nude. Her muff crotch is pressed against your mouth. By kneeling to either side of your head, she has locked you in place with her thighs.

"Good morning," she says in a sing-song voice. "You sleep so late, you know that? I've been up for nearly an hour. I rather got into a mood, and... well. It was time for you to wake up anyway."

She grinds against your lips. Her sex is damp. "Use your tongue," she says. You work your tongue and lips along her slit. She sighs contentedly. She props back on her arms and enjoys the attention. She grinds against your face, but mostly, she lets you do all the work.

"I've been thinking about the story you told me about my mother," she says, "about how she takes what she wants. I've decided to follow in my mother's footstep and become a true mistress who embraces her sexuality. I am a tsarivna after all."

She leans forward and caresses your hair. "This means that I will be taking on my proper roll in our relationship. After all, it is you who used to hide outside my bedroom for a chance to glimpse my beauty. It is you who are just a subject of my father's court—what may one day be my court. So it's time you showed proper obedience. But don't worry. It is my desire for you to continue broadening my horizons, so I will still follow your lead. Sexually, you are still the master and I am but your apprentice."

Sitting up, Euna swivels around and sits her crotch back upon your mouth, except now she's facing down your body. "Luckily for you, it is also my desire to see you squirm with pleasure." With that, she tosses aside the sheets, bends over, and takes your hardening cock into her mouth.

Soon after, her thighs squeeze your head. Her muscles shudder, and she moans lustfully. At the height of her pleasure, she neglects your cock, but after coming down, she lifts herself off your mouth and focuses solely upon sucking you off while her drooling snatch is just inches above your face. Your climax follows soon, and she swallows every drop.

She stands. One foot is on either side of your head, giving you an intimate view of her from beneath. Her eyes are on you. "Any questions?"

"No," you say.

"Good," she draws your attention to a dish of food left by the cooking area. "Eat your breakfast. We'll be off as soon as I return from my bath."

Stark naked, she strides off to the river.

"I had I feeling you wouldn't want me to." She trots over and sits down across from you, fanning out her petticoat first so her bare ass is against the stone seat. There's a look in her eye that tells you that she's up to something.

"Exactly how filthy will I have to be before you finally decide enough is enough?"

"Filthier than you are now," you say.

"Is that so?" Eyes narrowed, she raises the hem of her skirt, revealing her pussy. Much of the hair along her vulva is matted, and you can actually smell from where you sit. She plays with herself. Her snatch makes wet noises as her fingers dive in and out of her slit. Her body responds with twitches and light gasps.

All of a sudden, she cups her hand over her pussy and rubs herself with her palm. But then you notice water pouring from her fingertips. She's urinating, and she's massages the piss into her own pussy. Gasping now, she begins splashing urine onto her thighs. When her hand is not covering her pussy, urine arcs out onto the stone earth. She hikes her skirt up and spreads the urine further along her body, covering her belly and legs. She even holds her bare feet under her stream.

By the time she finishes, her entire front from the navel down is wet with urine. The erotic effect this has had on her is clear as she sensually rubs herself.

"Am I dirty enough now?"

"Not yet."

She bites her lip. "Hmm. No?"

Continuing to rub herself, she strains. Her abdomen flexes as she rocks herself back and forth upon the rock. Within moments, a fecal smell fills the air. She's defecating. Shit is smearing against her ass as she rocks back and forth. She lifts up, and more poo flows from her ass, filling the gap. Soon, she's sitting upon a small pile of feces, and her ass is a smeared mess.

She keeps playing with herself. "And now?"

You shake your head. "Not yet."

"Really? I see then." She reclines back, exposing her shit-smeared ass. Her hand, which had been toying with her pussy, snakes down into the mess. Soft shit still oozes from her ass hole. She lets some pile onto her hand, which she then rubs along her thighs, painting them brown.

Her clean hand unfastens her bodice. Ripping it off, she collects another handful of poop from the pile and smears it across her belly. Each time the shit runs thin, she collects another small handful. Soon, she moves on to her breasts. Each one she paints sensually, making sure to cover all of their surface, including lifting her breasts to paint the cleft beneath where her boob meets her ribcage.

Once she's done, her thighs, ass, and front are like a brown finger painting.

She regards you. "And now? Am I to walk about this land soiled as I am? Am I to sleep beside you like this? Or do I finally have your leave to clean myself."

"Not enough," you say.

She throws her hands up in exasperation. "Does your depravity know no bounds?" Looking down at herself, it almost looks as though she'll begin smearing herself once again with what remains of the pile under her ass, but she decides against it. "Well, I think I've finally had enough."

"Really?" you say. "Only now? Everything before this was okay?"

She shrugs suggestively. "Maybe. Maybe I just wanted to see how far you'd let me go." She breaths, and nearly gags. The smell has gotten rather potent. "I think I will go bathe now, regardless of what you say." She carefully unfastens her skirt with her clean hand and peels it away. Fully nude and smeered with shit, she stands.

"Maybe you'd like to wait until after breakfast," you say. "Enjoy your wallowing."

She bites her lip. "Even if I admit that's tempting, I really should get clean. We're wasting daylight."

With that, she strides off toward the river.

You've long finished your breakfast by the time she returns, fully nude, but utterly clean. "Are you ready?" she says as she dresses.

"Fun isn't quite the word I'd use," she says. "Pleasurable more like, and I'll look forward to it."

She sets aside her tea and gets up. Rivulets of blue run down her inner thigh.

"Be my guest," she says.

Setting aside your food, you sidle over. Her ass is still hanging open. Residual blue slime makes the rim slick. Your fingers easily fit inside, but she's not quite loose enough.

As you twist and push, Euna acts nonchalant, sipping her tea and relaxing. Your thrusts rock her body, and she can't help but wince and shudder in pleasure.

"Won't quite fit," you say.

"Are you giving up on me? Use force." She braces herself. You take hold of her hip and really lean into it. She grunts in pain. Her asshole caves inward, and gives in. Her sphincter now clutches your wrist.

She sips her tea. "Satisfied?"

You thrust your fist deeper inside, halfway up your arm. She stifles a moan. In and out you go. Once she's good and worked up, you withdraw. "Now I'm satisfied."

"I'm glad," she replies. Her asshole still gapes obscenely. She finishes her tea and gets up.

Come morning, Euna is up before you. When you come over, she gives you a quick kiss and hands over a dish of food for you.

Today, she does not go immediately to bathe, but rather sits with you.

"I was thinking," she says, "that today, maybe we should visit Lanx and Fira."

"Any reason why?"

"It would be nice to see them," she replies. "That and..."

"And what?"

A slight blush comes over her. "I was wondering if we could borrow their climbing set."

"What for?"

"I'd just like to have it. For tonight."

"It would be nice to see them," she replies. "That, and I'd like us to borrow their climbing set."

"What for?"

"You'll see. Trust me."

"Okay..."

She hurries to speak more. "It doesn't have to be today, but whenever we get around to it. Anyway, enjoy your breakfast. I'm off to bathe. Take your time."

With that, she departs.

You awaken from vague sex dreams only to realize that something is actually stimulating you. A large bump in the blankets at your crotch is bobbing up and down. You pull aside the bedding to find that Euna had crawled between your legs and is now fellating your morning erection.

Without pausing, she beams at you.

"Er, good morning," you say.

Euna switches from using her mouth to sandwiching your saliva-slick cock between her bountiful tits.using her hands to jerk you off. She's completely naked, on her knees, with her bare ass sticking in the air.

"Good morning," she says. "I hope you don't mind that I woke you."

"Not at all."

"I've been thinking about the story you told about my mother. She was the beloved jewel of Ruthgar, yet behind closed doors, she would be on her knees performing whatever degrading acts my father ordered of her... It gets me bothered just thinking about it."

"A good kind of bothered?"

She nods.

"And why are you telling me this?"

"Ever since we got stranded here, you've taught me the carnal ways. You've been my master, and I your slave. It's a perversion of our roles, and... and I don't ever want it to stop! I love when you push my boundaries, and take control. It enflames me so. Have I taken leave of my senses?"

"No. It sounds like you're finally discovering what you want."

"And I want to take it further. Sexually, I mean. I want to follow in my mother's ways. Can you... I don't even know what I'm asking."

"Can I dominate you?"

"Yes."

"Can I treat you like a piece of property?"

"Yes!"

"Can I treat you as a sex-slave meant only for my pleasure? To order as I please? To use however I wish? To think nothing of your satisfaction and I use your body as a piece of meat to satisfy my urges?"

"Yessss."

"Then I will," you say. "From here on forth. You are my sexual property. Even if we should return home, and you take the throne, and I obey your rule as tsaritsa, you will still be mine in the bed."

"I accept!"

"Then it's done."

"Then please tell me. What do you want to do with your property now?"

"I want it to finish what it started."

She refastens her lips about your tool and sucks renewed vigor. When you grow near, you guide her to sit down upon your cock. She's sopping wet. Euna bounces on you for less than a minute before you fill her with cum. Euna didn't come close to an orgasm for herself, but she's glowing with pleasure.

"Is there anything this sex-slave can do for you?" she asks. "Perhaps breakfast?"

"Yes. Breakfast."

She bounds off your cock and hurries to the firepit. Returning with a plate of food, she hands it over and kneels to clean your cock with her mouth while you eat.

After she finishes, she kneels back on her haunches. "Have I pleased you?"

"Very much so."

She beams. "Good. Then I'm off to bathe. Please take your time."

With that, she scampers off.

"And what would I do with that?" she asks, taking it.

"I thought you might like to shave."

"Shave what? My nest?"

"If you'd like."

"For what purpose? What reason would there be unless I intended to show it off? It would be a sin."

You shrug. "Hygiene?"

"I am fine without it, thank you." She hands it back.

In the morning, Euna is up and about making breakfast. When you approach, she sets down her cookware and turns to face you. She hooks the neck of her bodice and pulls it wide to make clear the rope still circling about her neck.

"You're still wearing the harness," you say. "It seems you are dedicated."

"Yes," immediately, she begins doffing her clothes. "Lord knows I wanted to take it off sooner, but I kept it on just so you would know that I wore it the entire night, just as I said I would." Standing, she drops her skirt and stands before you naked except for the rope harness crisscrossing her body. The pestle is still strapped in place. Her smooth vaginal lips are stretched taut about it. The handle pokes down out of her pubic bush. She holds her arms wide, and you undo the harness's knots. In short order, the rope is piling about her feet.

Wincing, Euna slides the pestle from her snatch. It pops free, and her lips are left gaping. A string of her trapped juices drips onto the ground.

She tenderly rubs her hands along her crotch as though massaging a cramp. "Dedicated I may be, I will not going to regularly stuff myself like a banquet fowl before bed. I'm going to be walking awkwardly all day."

"I'm still proud of you."

"As you should be, but I did it for myself. Maybe now that pestle won't be such a challenge." She hands you the pestle, blunt end first, leaving you to grab its wet end. "Enjoy your breakfast. I'm off to bathe."

When you awake, Euna is already moving about the camp. She's dressed in the same outfit as yesterday: a bodice and a skirt long enough to brush the leaves. Over that, she has a cloak draped about her shoulder, and beneath she wears a silk chemise with long, baggy sleeves.

You're dressed only in your tunic and breeches, and you're already sweating. She must be sweltering, but she'd see any suggestion from you to dress lighter as a lecherous advance.

"Good morning," you say. You wash your face and neck at the river.

"it's about time you arose." She's collecting palm leaves and stacking them together onto a scaffold of branches in a rough tent shape.

"What are you doing?"

"If we're going to be here a while, we'll need shelter."

She stacks a few more fronds, and the structure collapses. She glares at the pile before trying again.

"You want some help?" you ask.

"No. I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Have you even built a shelter before?" she asks hotly.

"Have you?"

"No, but I'm better suited for this. I've studied architecture."

"Architecture? It's a shelter, not a palace."

"Fine." She tosses the fronds down. "You do this." She walks away.

"Where are you going?"

"I have not had a chance to properly refresh myself since we've drifted ashore."

"You mean you're going to go bathe?"

She glares at you. "Yes, bathe. Do not get any ideas."

"I won't. I promise."

"Do as you will. I wouldn't bother. This wreck will never be waterproof. We'll just have to try again tonight. I'm going to go clean up and refresh."

She levels her gaze at you. "Very cute, knave. I will clean my clothes myself. Upriver. Alone."

She narrows her eyes reprovingly. "...and your deviant ways resurface," but to your surprise, she rests her hands on your shoulders, leans in, and plants a kiss on your forehead.

"Satisfied?"

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"I've misjudged you," she says. "There's actually a good person underneath all that debauchery."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was meant as one. I'm glad you're here with me. I would not have survived long without you."

"It's been an honor."

The two of you linger on the beach until the sun rises. Afterward, you cautiously return. Euna creeps along behind you, cowering close every time she hears a noise.

Ooze is on every surface: the ground, the trees, the rocks. Euna gingerly picks away slimy palm fronds from her demolished shelter. Her clothes are intact, yet soaked in slime.

You both spend a while washing them, though once they're clean, Euna opts to remain in her chemise for now instead of donning her wet clothes.

You proceed upriver. At the waterfall, you navigate along the mountainside to the bramble bushes. After helping her through, you both head up the steps.

She peers around the altar. "This place is amazing. It was designed as a hideout. Look at this." She points out a small wall of stones circling the fire pit. "It's to hide the firelight at night. And these rocks." She points out the boulders you first climbed to find this place. "Someone piled them like this. I bet it's so no one can look up here and see us."

"So you like the place?"

You and Euna have just relocated to the altar site. She drops her armload of supplies and looks around.

"This place is perfect. We have shelter from the rain. We can see boats. That creature won't come up here." She looks into the cave. "Of course, we'll be sleeping on hard earth. We'll have to find something better."

"Of course," you reply.

"Actually, this whole place needs work. No matter. We have time. Right now, I must clean up."

You point. "The river is that way."

"Thank you. And of course—"

"I will wait at the altar until you return."

"Good Fool." She gathers her clothes.

"You saw that, did you?" Euna blushes. "I wondered if you had. I don't know what came over me. It just... You've told all these stories about people who find pleasure in such depraved wallowing, and... and I was curious what they saw in it. That's all." She looks at you. "It was just an experiment, a spur of the moment whim. I won't do it again..." She gives you a sideways glance, "...unless you liked what you saw."

"I thought it was an incredible performance."

"It doesn't really interest me."

Tonight, Euna is preoccupied as she readies for bed.

You join her as she fixes the bedding. "You seem lost in thought."

"I've been thinking about some of your stories. You've described how women will lay with beasts."

"Yes?"

"Is it always women?"

"Not always. But more often than not it is. That's the coupling people like to see."

"So this is a common practice then."

"In some places. Obviously not so in others."

"Why? Surely people don't actually have a physical attraction toward animals, do they?"

"They can," you say. "I've known people who truly loved their animals. I knew a woman once who married her dog. But you're right. Usually it's less about physical attraction and more about carnal sex."

"Ah. So it's simple perversion." Euna says this as though she has it figured out.

"Just us sodomites and our ways..."

"Oh, don't get me wrong," she continues. "I'm not saying it's a bad thing. I'm just trying to understand it. If people want to engage in wanton perversion, that's their business."

"Some might say you've engaged in some wanton perversion as of late."

"Certainly. That's why I'm not one to judge."

"Or you're curious."

"Hardly. I am not curious."

You shrug. "I'm not one to judge either."

"No. You're the one who gets judged. I think those brands on your rump are testament to that. I'm not surprised at all that you've seen sexual congress with animals."

The two of you prepare the bedding together.

"But what is it like?" she asks. "Surely it's filthier isn't it? Or do most people clean the animal's genitals before hand."

"Sometimes."

"Is it even enjoyable? What few times I've seen animals copulate, it seemed quick and perfunctory."

"These are a lot of questions for someone who's not curious."

She catches herself. "You're right. I don't know why I'm asking."

"I'm more than happy to answer," you say.

"No. Let's drop it," she replies. "I don't want to know, because I'm absolutely not curious about sex with beasts."

Euna doesn't rise from the campfire when you do. She seems lost in thought.

"Anything troubling you?" you ask.

"I'm just reflecting upon the stories you've been telling me. You've told a few tales now about filthy sexual endeavors, like playing with bodily fluids or wallowing in filth..."

"I have," you admit.

"How could people derive pleasure from such behavior?"

"All sex is dirty. It's filled with so many fluids, sweat, saliva, semen, juices, and even urine and... others. For some people, that dirtiness is what makes it arousing. They revel in it. It becomes intoxicating. Most of all though, just like sex, it's taboo, and people love taboos. Knowing something is naughty makes it all the raunchier."

"Such as sodomy?"

"Sodomy is one such thrill, yes."

"Hmm," she dwells on this. "But it's... I mean it's unclean, and unhealthy."

"It's not for everyone. I've seen many people wrinkle their noses at our dirtier performances back in the LIlins, but more people indulge than you'd think."

She doesn't look convinced.

"Look at it this way," you say. "You now know the thrill of feeling a man's seed leaking from your flower, yes?"

"I do."

"Imagine having a man's seed shot upon your breasts. Or your face. Imagine the sticky, naughty feel of it. Rubbing it in. Reveling in it. Enjoying the smell and taste. It's not necessarily a good taste, but it's sexual."

She frowns. "Sure... But there's a world of difference between that and other bodily fluids."

"It comes back to the taboo nature of it," you say. "Being filthy is something we avoid so much. It's wrong, we're told. Yet sex is filthy. If you can give in and enjoy the dirtiness of sex without shame, it can be so much better. So embrace it. Enjoy it. Wallow in it."

"Very strange," she says. "Yet I suppose I... I can understand the appeal. Abstractly."

"Maybe you should try indulging."

Her eyebrows arches. "What are you suggesting?"

You laugh. "Nothing, Your Highness."

"Good."

After dinner, you and Euna clean the cooking supplies. She's preoccupied all the while.

"What's troubling you?" you ask.

"Thinking about things."

"Things?"

"Culture. Religion. Taboos. I always assumed everyone was against bedding their own blood, but it seems so much of the world missed the message that it's a sin."

"Sex with your family, you mean?"

"So many of your stories describe people unconcerned with such sin. And it seems all the people of Cockaigne consider it perfectly normal."

"Maybe it's you that missed the message that it's all right."

"It seems I have," Euna replies. "Is Nim the only religion that condemns it?"

"No. Many do, just as some religions condemn drinking. But there are many that don't. I've met some very forward thinking civilizations where incest was not only acceptable, but encouraged. It fosters family unity."

"But incest produces abominations."

"They're not abominations, but they do have weak blood. Either way, it's easy to avoid quickening a woman's womb. And I've heard tales of alchemy that can prevent such weak blood."

"But at that point, you're defying the natural course of things."

"Maybe, so does alcohol. We're meant to eat grapes and potatoes. Yet we bottle them and let them rot until they're filled with spirit. It's alchemy of its own kind, and very unnatural. Yet many Nimic rituals center around drinking. Think of how taboo this unnatural act must be to some."

"But the very thought of lying with my sister feels wrong to me."

"But does it bother you to think of two other sisters lying together? They're not hurting anyone."

"No. It doesn't, actually." Her own answer seems to surprise her. "It might have once, but I won't judge the people in this land simply because my upbringing labeled it as taboo."

"It's better because it's taboo," you say.

"You're being silly."

"Imagine you're having sex with a man and a woman."

She regards you coolly.

You continue. "Now imagine that they're brother and sister. Tell me that doesn't make it a little more erotic for you. Knowing this three-way sex is just a little more naughty."

"You're are endlessly depraved," she said. After a pause. "But maybe."

"I know your sister sought such couples out."

"I'm not surprised," Euna replies.

"And I bet that the thought of bedding with you would not feel wrong to her."

"I'm sure you'd love to see that," she says. "Me and Aileen together in one bed, both beckoning you to join us. How often have you touched yourself to that thought?"

"Too often to count," you reply.

After dinner, you take the dinnerware down by the river to rinse it off while Euna tidies up the firepit. When you return, you find she's dawdling. In her hands, she holds a charred logs which she's examining curiously. It's a little thicker than your wrist, though bulbous knobs give it an uneven thickness down its length.

"What is it?" you ask.

Her gaze remains upon it. "Oh, nothing. I was just thinking."

"About?"

"It's nothing. I was just..." She pauses. "In your stories, you've described women who could take large phalluses within themselves, even fists." She lines up her fist with the end of the log, then she cones her fingers together and compares that. "I suppose you've known women who could easily take something as thick as this timber, couldn't they?"

"They could, though most would carve and polish a log like that first."

"Of course." Next, she holds it along her belly pointed upward and its base at her crotch, as though imagining it inside of herself. "And they could probably take it a fair bit deeper than I could."

"Some of them, yes."

"I must admit," she says, "it's a fascinating idea, though I can't stop imagining that it must hurt. A log like this would tear me in half, I would think."

"You build up to it." You sit beside her. "And there is discomfort, but for some, that's part of the fun. They like feeling stretched."

"They must. If I could take a shaft such as this, I'd be as loose as a leather glove."

"Not at all," you say. "A newborns head is much wider than that timber. Women's flowers recover just from that."

"...Not always."

"There are exercises that help keep you tight."

"And what exercises are these?"

You grin. "Do you think you'll be needing them soon?"

The log is still held against her belly. "Maybe. Maybe not. I'd like to know them all the same."

She stops lining the log up with her belly, as though realize what she's doing. "No. I'm simply curious."

"Do you know the muscle you pull to stop yourself when you're urinating?" you ask.

"Oh," she says. "I know those exercises. The elder sisters would practice them at the convent to manage their incontinence. Flex for a time, relax, repeat. Those?"

"Those are the ones."

"Hmm." She holds the log before her and wraps her hand about its shaft as though it were a penis. She bites her lip suggestively. "To be able to take such girth, and yet still be as tight as a maiden..." She contemplates the log, then abruptly tosses it into the fire pit. "Enough of this. Let us get to bed."

You and Euna are cleaning up after dinner, though she's preoccupied. At one point, as she's staring off, you ask, "Something on your mind?"

"In so many of your stories, there are people who enjoy hurting themselves for sexual gratification. Masochists, yes?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Pain can be releasing. At the peak of torment, It can cause a rush of incomparable pleasure."

"I've never felt such a pleasure myself."

"Have you ever been whipped?"

"I was flogged a few times by Reverend Mother Margosha during my stay at the convent."

"What for?"

"Oh. This and that. It hardly took much provocation for her to flog the sisters. In fact, some of us suspected that she actually enjoyed it for its own sake. But I hated being flogged."

"It's all about context," you say. "Even a masochist hates it when they bring a hammer down upon their own finger. But if their lover spanks them until they weep, and then ravages them without mercy, its an entirely different story."

Euna ponders this.

"Let me ask," you continue. "Would you rather have Margosha flog you as penance? Or would you rather I rip off your skirt, flog you twice as much, then push you to the ground and ravage you until I've finished having my way with you?"

She bites her lip, enticed. "Well when you put it like that. Though what if it became too much?"

"That's part of the trust. If it becomes too much, you'd say so, and I'd stop. You would enjoy pain on your own terms. ...unless you were one of those rare masochists who wouldn't want the ability to make it stop no matter how much they begged."

"I am not one of those masochists," she says.

"I figured you weren't."

"But I... I suppose I do wonder about that rush of pleasure. Is it worth the pain?"

"I can help you find out if you trust me."

She smirks. "Of course you'd offer that. I do trust you, but I don't know. I'll consider it. Pain for pleasure is quite an alien idea to me."

"Sounds like it wasn't that alien an idea to Margosha."

"She only did it to punish us," Euna explains. "She was just too strict sometimes. It wasn't sexual for her."

"No? Tell me. Did she flog your backs, as they do to men in stockades? Or did she flog your bare bottoms?"

Euna flusters. "I... it wasn't..."

"I thought as much," you say.

"Oh, you perverted little fool." She bats you. "Come, enough of this. Let's get to bed."

She peers at you. "Really? I'd have thought you would have loved the idea of forcing my flower open."

"But there's no need to cost yourself sleep over it. Relax."

"Very well, then. I was starting to cramp." She pulls the pestle from herself and sets it beside the bedding. "Good night."

She peers at you. "What are you suggesting?"

"A harness." You finger the ring on the end of the pestle. "We can fasten it in place."

"Very well. Let's do it."

You fetch rope from Lanx's climbing gear. With deft hands, you prepare a few knots and loops.

Euna casually works her embedded pestle as she watches. "You've done this before."

"I know my way around a rope." You put a hoop over Euna's neck. She gets up and kneels so you can loop the rope around her body moving downward. It knots together down the front to hold it in place. When you loop the rope between her legs, you make sure to run the ends through the pestle's ring. The rope then comes up between her bottom and runs back around her waist, crisscrossing a few more times up her belly.

Once it's secure, you inspect your work. The ropes crisscross up and down Euna's torso and frame her breasts. It hugs tight to her body like an article of clothing. Euna runs her hands along her body. "I like it." She feels between her legs. The pestle's handle juts out of her snatch, leaving inches exposed. She gives it an experimental tug, but the ropes don't have enough slack for her to remove it. "But how am I supposed to take it out?"

"The whole point was to keep it in."

"For just a while. I'm already cramping a little."

"Hmm." You frown. "Sounds like you're not as committed to this as I thought."

Your goading works. "Fine. I'll sleep like this." Lunging, she grabs you and pulls you back down to bed. Her legs entwine about your waist, and the pestle handle pushes against your leg. As you snuggle together, she slowly humps against you, churning the pestle inside her. It must not be cramping her that badly.

"It certainly is." She pulls it from herself and sets it beside the bed. "I wish there was some way to keep it in."

"Maybe with some rope we could fasten it in place," you suggest.

"That's an idea." She considers it. "Perhaps we should stop by Lanx and Fira tomorrow. But nothing to be done tonight. Probably for the best. I was cramping already."

You two rest together, but after some time, Euna shifts around. She's groping between her legs.

The pestle is still partially buried in her snatch. And she's pushing it deeper.

"Still enjoying that thing, I see," you say.

"It's growing on me," she replies. "I wanted to keep it in myself a while longer, but it keeps slipping out. See?" She spreads her legs. The pestle oozes from her gash. At the end, it picks up speed and pops out onto the bedding. Euna feels the gape in her pussy it left behind, then she levers the pestle back in her hole. It slides in without resistance. "I love how easily it fits in me right now, but it seems like every night I have to go through the painful process of retraining my womanhood to take it. I thought if I kept it in a while, I might grow more accustom to it, but it won't stay."

"Don't worry about it. You'll grow accustom in time."

"Maybe with a bit of rope, it will."

"That's too bad."

"No? Are you being honest? I won't be angry if you were."

"I wasn't," you say.

"Oh. Okay." she frowns. "I could have sworn... oh, never mind. We should try and sleep."

"Okay."

Roll over and sleep.

"Maybe I knew it was you," she says, biting her lip.

"Did that make it better? Thinking someone was watching you?"

She bites her lips and contemplates this with a mischevious look. "I don't know."

You reach down and lightly caress her clit. "Did it make it better thinking that somebody could see your naked and sexy body. That you were giving a naughty little show?"

"Hmm," she says again, still pretending to contemplate.

You slide down her body and ease your hardening cock into her.

"Oh, heavens." She gasps. Her back arches.

You pull her chemise off of her. "Would it excite you if you knew someone were watching you right now, somebody out there in the dark? They've snuck all this way just for a chance to see you, and here you are, naked and fucking." You roll over so she's on top of you. "What would you do?"

She lays on you, grinding her pussy against your cock. "I would make sure they had a better view." She sits up into cowgirl position. Squeezing her breasts together, she glances toward the dark, as though she might actually see someone. She throws her head back and rocks up and down, moaning lustfully.

"There's no telling how many people might be out there." you say, "You might have an audience of men, all rubbing their cocks at the sight of your body."

Her moaning grows louder.

"Every one of them desires you. You're filling their minds with sultry thoughts. Every move you make, every moan you utter, it embroils their lust."

Euna starts crying out. Her body spasms.

"They will spill their seed upon the rocks at your ecstasy. But you'll bring them pleasure long after that. They'll go to their homes. And as they fuck their wives and their girls, they'll think of you. You will forever be a sexual fantasy for them."

Her pussy clenches your cock. Her thrusts become jerky. It becomes too much for you and you fire off inside her for the second time tonight. Her passion done, she leans back and props herself on her arms, making her breasts prominent. She slides her hand between to her pussy, where your cock is still buried inside her, then trails dripping cum along her belly. She lifts, crawls around so her ass points directly at the cave entrance. With her face before your cock, she licks it clean of cum, all while her legs are spread and her fingers idly play with her clit. For anyone watching, they would see her cum-soaked pussy and ass on full display.

When your cock is clean, she nestles up against you. You pull her close and toss the blanket over your bodies.

She closes her eyes and nuzzles your neck. "Maybe I enjoy it a little."

Return to sleep.

"Flatter me?"

"The sight of you bathing would give a man a memory they'd cherish for a lifetime. The sight of you pleasuring yourself would harden their manhoods. They would spill their seed at thoughts of you."

"You make it sound like it should be exciting."

"Most women would find it so. They'd yearn to have a body as beautiful as yours. They long to have men look at them the way they all look at you. You're a breathtakingly beautiful woman."

She thinks about this. "I suppose you'll tell me I should enjoy it when I'm spied upon."

"What do you mean?" she asks.

"Aileen has the boys wrapped around her finger with her beauty. They'd follow her and compliment her and curry for her favor, all in hopes that your sister might lift her frock for just a moment. She would play the part of an innocent lady, shocked that they might ask such a thing of her, but she would always do it in the end. I think she got as much a thrill from it as the boys."

"From what you tell me, my sister was just as likely to romp with them as she was lift her dress for them."

"I'm sure she got a thrill from that too," you say.

"She's a more wild woman than I am."

She's silent for a long while. "No," she says finally. "I don't mind. Though you are one strange little pervert."

She sits up and bats you. "I knew it. I knew you were there."

"Am I in trouble?"

"No." She smiles at you, bemused. "But why? Are you not free to look upon me now?"

"A treat stolen is so much sweeter than a treat given."

"Words you live by, I presume. You are such a knave, you know that?"

"But a knave who will risk his freedom just for a chance to see beauty in its truest form."

"Admit it," she says. "You were never owl watching that day outside my chamber window, were you?"

"Your Highness, I have never in my life cared one whit about owls."

She slaps you playfully. "You... scoundrel! And tell me, that was not the only time, was it?"

"A week after you returned from the convent. I had passed through the courtyard outside your window and I happened to glance as you were bathing. I have seen many naked women in my life, but never had I witnessed such a beautiful sight as I had at that moment. I knew I should have kept walking, but couldn't. I stopped and watched like the fool I am. Every day afterward, I would make sure to pass through that courtyard for a chance to glimpse you again. I was addicted."

"So every night for two years?"

"I didn't see you most nights. Only once every so often. Every time was a treasure. And yes, for two years. I could do it for a hundred and never grow tired of it."

Her face grows flush, but she tries her best to stay indignant. "So can I never trust that I have privacy again?"

"You never could. I am not the only one who might risk their hide to see you."

"Oh. Others too? Next you'll tell me I had a crowd outside my windows."

Long after having gone to sleep, you're lying in bed, turning occasionally to get comfortable. When you turn onto your side toward Euna, you see that she too is still awake.

In the dark, you two stare at each other. A curious look comes over her.

"You're still awake?" she whispers.

You nod.

"Can I ask you something?"

Another nod.

"I just want to know. Were you spying on me when I was by the river?"

"No. Of course not."

"Yes, I was."

Here, the north wall of the corridor is masoned stone lined with lanterns which glow with green flames seemingly without fuel. The south wall is natural rock covered in damp black moss.

North, there's gap in the wall leads to a treacherous staircase going up as far as you can see.

Climb the stairs.

"This seems like the place," you say.

"I don't see any cave," Euna replies. "I hope it's not underwater."

"Only one way to find out. Wait here." You take off your clothes and wade into the water.

"It's a beautiful view from here, isn't it?" Euna is staring at your bare ass.

Euna averts her gaze. "You were certainly quick to strip down."

"You'll be stripping soon enough if the cave is there," you say, "unless you plan to swim in that skirt." You swim out along the bluff, carefully avoiding the sharp rocks. Though the water deepens, your feet are always in reach of the ocean sand. Farther down, the cliff face curves inward into an inlet. In there, hidden from view, there's a hollow leading into dark shadows. It must be the cave entrance Fira talked about. Though the pitch black depths ahead are ominous.

You return to Euna. "It's there. Good thing you got a lantern from Lanx and Fira's trash pile."

"Do we have to dive underwater?"

"Doesn't look like it. Looks like solid ground farther in."

She eyes the surf. "Is there anyway to get there that doesn't require me to swim?"

"Do you not know how?"

"I can," she says. "I just..."

"...Don't want to get naked in front of me?"

"I must maintain my decency."

"Here. I'll face this way." You turn to face the bluff, your back to her. "I'll stay this way until we're inside."

"Maybe I could just swim in my shift..."

"It's not like you've never been naked before. You're naked when you bathe, right?"

"Oh very well. But do not look back until I say so."

"Understood."

You hear the rustle of fabric behind you. A long pause, and then the splash of water as she comes up behind you. "Lead on," she says.

With your bundled clothes held overhead, you wade around the bluff to the cave. Inside, the water shallows out. The ocean water has churned into a froth in here. The brine and seaweed rot stings your nose.

Once you're on dryish rock, Euna speaks. "Wait." Fabric rustles once again. After a while, she says, "okay. You can turn around now."

Euna is fully clothed now, and just letting down her hair from a bun. She turns her gaze from you. "You can get dressed now too, you know."

"Oh, right."

After you're dressed, you're both ready to venture farther in.

"Good." She glances about nervously, then strips. She casually takes her clothes off. In moments, she's standing naked. Finding a stick, she does her hair up in a bun.

You both wade into the water together, holding clothes and gear above your heads. Shortly, you're in the cave, and the water shallows out. The ocean water has churned into a froth in here. The brine and seaweed rot stings your nose.

Euna lets her hair down, and you both redress. She hugs close, waiting for you to set forth.

After stripping, you both wade along the bluff. Once again, Euna makes you wade out in the water and face away before she removes any clothing. At the water cave entrance, the smell of brine and seaweed rot fills the air.

To the north is a dark cave passage.

Taking out the razor, you lead Euna through the akkoro nest. They swarm and fondle once again, but it takes hardly a nick upon their flesh before they snap away. You and Euna get to the other side unscathed.

You take it out and draw the blade. The metal shimmers in the lantern light.

"Didn't Lanx say only to use it for shaving?" she asks.

"He also said anything cut with it wouldn't grow back." You step forward, razor raised. Several akkoro crowd you both. With a swipe of the razor, you lop off a tentacle grappling your arm.

The reaction is immediate. With a shudder, the akkoro yanks away its limbs. The severed tentacle flails about. It does not grow back. The others seem equally perturbed. As a whole, they withdraw, giving you and Euna a wide berth.

"It worked." she says.

"I think I actually hurt one. It didn't like that."

"Then let's move!"

You and Euna splash through the nest quickly, stopping only after it's long behind you.

"I hope you didn't hurt it too badly," Euna says.

"You feel bad for it?"

"A little. We're the invaders, and they weren't hurting us."

"Hopefully I won't have to cut them on our way out."

"Hopefully."

Taking out the jar, you hold the lip against Euna's ravaged sex and lightly push upon her belly. You have to wrestle with some of the smaller creatures to keep the bottle in place. But a deluge of salty cum slowly fills the bottle.

Euna watches, too exhausted to resists. "Is that... what all this was about? ...collecting their seed?"

"It's a nice added benefit," you say.

Euna struggles onto all fours. Taking the jar from you, she holds it between her legs and squeezes. Cum pours out of both her sex and anus. of her sex. It oozes into the bottle, and over it, and over her hands, and down her thighs. The creamy substance gets everywhere, but enough of it gets in the jar to fill it to the brim. She hands it back, and you stopper it and stow it away.

"Satisfied?" she asks.

Jar of Akkoro Cum added to inventory

The tentacles continue to violate her. The ones inside her try pressing further. Other akkoro slather her body while feeling for an entrance. Euna, despite her predicament, moans from the attention. Slime drips from her body in dollops.

The wrist-thick tentacle in her pussy stops thrusting and starts tensing. Bulges work their way down its length from the massive akkoro's core. The tentacle muscles squeeze them along in rhythmic pumps. They disappear inside Euna. The tentacle in her ass begins pumping the same odd lumps as well.

"Oh!" She says. "It's... It's filling me with something! Ohh." She tries to clutch her belly. Tentacles hold her arms away. The injection continues for minutes, and her belly starts to swell. They don't stop until she looks several months pregnant, she's moaning, her belly noticeably distended, then the large tentacle pulls out of her snatch.

Euna relaxes, only for two smaller tentacles from other akkoros to immediately invade her hole. Both slide into her easily. They burrow deep into her, clearly into her womb, and they begin thrusting back and forth like pistons—one pushes forward as the other pulls out.

"Oh. Ohh. Now this is more like it!" Euna gets into this, rocking back against them. The tentacle in her ass finishes its deposit. It's withdrawal extracts several feet of tentacle which cause Euna to cry out. Once it's out, several thinner ones take its place, forcing their way into her rectum. She grunts both in pain and pleasure with each thrust deeper into her intestines. Tentacles continue molesting her body. Her grunts soon turn to cries of pleasure.

The appendages inside her tense, then throb. Pulse after pulse. Euna cries out. Her belly swells more. A shot of creamy white liquid sprays from between her pussy lips and the invading tentacle. It shoots across the cavern several feet. More and more squeezes out in spurts until its running out in a deluge.

The tentacles come out, one after another. When the ones from her ass emerge, a river of this white cum floods out of her gaping anus. The large akkoro pull away, leaving Euna collapsed in the shallow water.

Some smaller, dog-sized akkoro still play with her body, they tease her gaping holessex. Otherwise, she is ignored. The akkoro are satisfied.

You help her to her feet. "Are you okay?" you ask, pulling away the akkoro. They're too small to resist.

"Oh... I ache. I'm so full. I'm just... They are aggressive, aren't they?" The white cum streams down her legs. Her body is streaked with smelly, salty ooze. She clutches her swollen belly.

"Yes, we should probably move while they're ignoring us."

"Yes..." On wobbly legs, Euna goes with you to the other side. She kneels in the water. "I need to get these out of me." Straining, she presses on her belly. Translucent, rubbery eggs spill out of her pussy and ass along with dripping slime and pearly white semen. Push after push brings more out of her. Her belly slowly deflate. "Help me. It's your fault they're in there."

"Lay back," you say.

She does so. Her pussy slack, and with the lubricating slime coating it, your hand slides easily inside without any resistance. Euna groans and arches her back.

"I see you're really distraught over this," you say.

"Mmmm. Maybe I'm just making the best of the situation. Get on with it."

You reach your hand into her cervix. It's still wide, and you fit with little resistance. Her womb filled with eggs. They feel like oversized skinned grapes. You pull them out by the handfuls and toss them aside. Soon, you've got them all.

You gently scrape along the walls of her vagina, bringing out scoops of white creamy cum and eggs which look like oversized skinned grapes. Soon, you've got all the eggs you can find.

"And my ass," Euna hooks her legs and pulls them up to her chest.

Her rear hole easily takes your hand. You reach into her colon nearly to your elbow and pull out handfuls of eggs. You even follow the curve of her rectum somewhat, but there are many just beyond your reach.

With slight effort, her rear hole takes your fist. You scoop out semen and eggs by the handfuls. More are deeper within, but she winces when you try to push your arm farther. Her rim is already stretched taut about your forearm.

"I think they're some a little too deep in there."

"Hmm." She sits up. "I hope I'll pass them before they hatch."

"Are you in any danger?"

"No, but I don't fancy having those little beasts crawling about inside me."

"I think you're okay now," you say.

She feels her belly. It's back down to its normal size. Satisfied, she gets up and scrubs slime off herself with the shallow cave water. It's slow going.

After a while, she's clean enough that the remaining slime on her is drying. She's finally able to don her clothes. They're not too messy.

"I suppose I am grateful for your taking my clothes," she says.

"Told you."

Her clothes are another matter. She sloughs off what slime she can, but they're soaked through and translucent. Annoyed, she frowns at them.

"They'll dry," you say.

"I hope so," she replies. "These are my only clothes after all."

She dresses and dries herself, and achieves some level of decency. "Finally," she says, "I think my nethers will be dripping ooze all day. There's nothing to be done about that. Shall we proceed?"

Trekking forward, you grab hold of Euna. She clutches you as though for life while you unwind the worst of the tentacles grappling her legs.

"Hold tight," you say.

She does. The constant strain slowly extricates her from the others tentacles until she finally pops free. Together, you forge through the nest until reaching the other side.

Euna yanks away the last of the smaller beasts still clinging to her. She's covered in slime. "That was interesting."

"Are you okay?"

"I've just been thoroughly molested by those creatures." She sloughs layers of goo off her legs. She pauses long enough to eye you, "but that was your plan all along, wasn't it? I knew you were hoping they would do that."

"Yet you went anyway." you say.

She shrugs, flashes a grin. "We had to get to the other side somehow, didn't we?"

After a quite a while cleaning herself, she's gotten most of the slime off of her. The rest is drying. After she's ready, you continue forward.

Heading away from the akkoro nest, you follow the cave tunnel south. Ahead is sunlight. The cave leads to the surface, though not before first dipping into briny water. You could exit the cave if you swim.

Behind you is the dark tunnel leading back to the akkoro nest.

As Euna tolerates this molestation, you reach over her body to her rear end, which is still held high. Placing both hands on her ass cheeks, you spread them wide, exposing the small puckered hole between.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Euna cranes to see.

"You looked like you were having so much fun. I thought I'd add to it." Wetting two fingers with akkoro slime, you slide them into her anus.

"Hey! Sto— augh!" She moans as a finger-like tentacle zeros in on the hole you've revealed. Immediately, a couple more join it, and then comes a thick one from the wagon-sized akkoro violating her pussy. It's tentacles are wrist thick.

"Ow. You had to go and do that," she says, but involunarily, she pushes back against this new invader. The biggest akkoro is alternately pistoning its tentacles in and out of her pussy and anus. "Ohh," she whimpers.

"Feel good?" you ask.

"You imp," she says, but she's in too much pleasure to be angry for more than a moment. "Ooh, it keeps going deeper."

You look to see what she means. Every time the akkoro pulls out of her ass, it does so only a little. When it pushes in, more disappears than before. It's worming its way through her gut, flexing and undulating. Feet upon feet disappear inside her. With it's width, and the other finger-like tentacles buried right alongside it, her poor ring is stretched to its limit.

With every thrust, Euna winces. "Ohh, Lord. It's going to disappear inside of me... Ohh..." It's hard to tell if she's in pain or in pleasure, but she must endure regardless.

"Very good," she says. "It was rather harebrained. And idea concocted by your other head." She glances down at your crotch.

"Maybe. That head does a lot of my thinking."

"I'm very aware."

To the north, the cave walls are masoned. The floors are hewn. A glowing green light comes from farther up.

To the south is the watery nest of akkoro.

Euna cries out and tenses.

"What happened?" you ask.

"It just pushed through my cervix."

"Well, it's not like it hasn't seen traffic before."

Euna narrows her eyes at you. She would reply, except an akkoro climbing her arm is snaking about her face. She keeps her mouth shut tight.

Fill in more

You unfasten the lace of her bodice.

"What... are you doing?" she asks, her voice breathless.

"Taking your clothes off."

"Why?" she asks,

"To keep your clothes clean."

"A little late... for that," she replies.

"Do you want your clothes to be more slimy?"

"You just want me naked," yet she hold her arms overhead so you can pull her bodice off. A few akkoro cling to it which you pluck off. Next, you unfasten her skirt. That proves harder to pull given it's vicinity to her penetration. Several akkoro fight you over it, including a few larger ones. You unwrap them over time and pull the skirt away.

All the while, Euna's violation continues, in and out, only now she's naked apart from her boots. Tentacles are still holding her legs off the ground. Reaching, you snag one, and then the other. The akkoro seem uninterested in wrestling for those. Instead, they immediately coil about her exposed feet. Tentacles inch between her toes.

You stash her clothes and crouch before her again. The akkoro now have solid grips about her bare torso.

She eyes you sardonically. "A better... view for you now?" And then she whimpers as tentacles find her breasts. They squeeze them as though they were utters.

"Didn't you see how intimate they were getting with me?"

"I did, but they weren't hurting you."

"Maybe they won't hurt, but I certainly doubt I could reach the other end unmolested. I think they may be mistaking me for a good place to lay their eggs."

"Would they eat you from the inside out?"

"No. They just need a warm place to incubate."

"Maybe you didn't see how personal they were getting with me before," she says.

"But they won't hurt you."

"No, but they might decide to keep me. Forget it. We need to find another way. Maybe there's some way we can scare them back."

"To you maybe." She grabs your ass. "You've got a nice warm cavity right here. Why don't you let them have their way with you?."

"I'm not interested." You sidle close to her, "but aren't you? The woman who loves being filled? Look at those tentacles. What do you think they'll feel like? How easily do you think they'll slide in inside you?"

She eyes the swarming akkoro. "And if they leave something inside me?"

"Then I'll have to reach in and get it out."

She contemplates this. "Okay! I'll do it, but you will save me if they get violent, agreed?"

"Agreed."

Leaving the nest behind, you both head farther into the cave. Up ahead, there's a strange green glow, which you follow.

"After I trek through their nest and get violated again, you mean?"

"It got us through last time," you say.

She surveys all the akkoro. Their eyes all seem to be on her, almost as though waiting for her. "I think they may be as excited about this as you are," she says.

"Maybe. You really want to disappoint them?"

She sighs. "Let's hope they behave themselves this time, but somehow I doubt it."

"Oh, I'm sure," she says dryly.

"Lanx said they won't hurt you. They're probably just being friendly."

"If you're so sure, why don't you go first? They weren't bothering you nearly as much."

"Because we both have to get through, so it's better for you to go first so I'll be right behind you if you get into trouble."

"And if they molest me?"

"Then you'll have a hell of a story under your belt."

She narrows her eyes at you. "You will be right behind me, yes?"

"I will."

"Fine."

Euna stalks toward the nest of akkoro. Already, baby akkoros are pulling themselves up her boots. Larger ones get curious. Tentacles reach out and stroke her arms and legs. She bats them away as she sidesteps around the creatures toward the passageway beyond.

A tentacle lifts her skirt. She slaps it back down. Another coils about her arm. She wrests it away. Their groping impedes her, yet she still makes progress.

She's nearly to the other side when the beasts' finally becomes assertive. One wagon-sized akkoro snags her about the waist. She yelps as it drags her back toward the others. She's knocked onto her hands and knees. They lift her skirt.

"Get off!" Euna struggles. Smaller akkoros latch on to her, catching her arms and thighs. They sneak their slimy appendages down her bodice.

"Ugh," Euna says. "Not again!"

"Ugh," Euna says. "They're so slimy." She struggles more.

"Are you okay?"

"I can't... move. Oh!" A large akkoro licks a wrist-thick tentacle right between her legs, from her pubic mound to the back. "Ohhh. Oh my." She shudders from the stimulation. When it lifts away, ropes of ooze span between it and her crotch.

"Oh..." She wriggles her rump toward her invader and spreads her legs wider. "Looks like I might just have to let them have their way." The tentacle lashes across her sex again, inciting another shudder. "Oh well."

"This is... getting... out of control!" she says.

Venturing along the cave, the smell of rotten fish becomes stronger. Soon, you're both wading in ankle deep water, which is oddly viscous. Slime covers the walls.

Euna squeaks and clutches your arm. "Did you see that?"

"See what?"

"Up ahead. It was there a second ago. I think it was an akkoro. We're walking into an akkoro nest," she says.

Put on Lanx's repellant.

"Relax... That's easy for you to say. You just want to watch them— Agh!"

The same tentacle dives in. Euna cries out as it burrows into her snatch. Its slippery ooze makes it slide in effortlessly. It snakes deeper until bottoming out inside her vaginal canal. Smaller tentacles from other akkoro have slithered under her clothes. They coil about her breasts, squeezing and rubbing. They smear the alchemical jelly on her chest around, mixing it with their own ooze and covering her torso. More focus between her legs.

"Oh... oh my," she says.

"Are you okay?"

"Just... splendid! Would you..." She reaches for you. You step closer and kneel by her. The akkoro don't bother you. She gropes, and you take her hand. So many tentacles are coiled about her legs and waist that they're supporting her weight. They lift her hind higher until her legs leave the ground, but her head is still near to you.

With firm grips on her legs, the wrist-thick tentacles settles into a rhythm of thrusting in and out of her stretched snatch. Dozens of small feelers writhe about along her labial folds and her clit. The thickest tentacle flexes and squirms. Ooze drips from her pussy. Her pubic hair is matted down with the stuff.

Euna is convulsing. Her breath is ragged. "Oh my Lord," she murmurs. "They're actually... Oh... This is going to do it for me."

You open the jar. The stench causes you both to recoil.

'Oh heavens!" she says. "It's like...fish jelly and bad eggs. Ugh... so much sulfur!"

"Fira did warn us." You take a fingerful and smear it across your chest.

Euna does the same, putting a smear above her breasts. She wipes her fingers on her belly. "I hope this is worth it. You go first."

The next turn down the tunnel leads into a large catacomb ankle deep in water. The place teems with akkoro of all different sizes which slither over each other. The squirming endless tentacles are like a pit of snakes. Hundreds of gelatin eyes on the tips of stalks watch you warily. The walls, floor, and even the ceiling are thick with mucus. Half packed within this film are countless bones of various creatures. A few are as large as an elephant. Most are the size of horses. The water at your feet seethes with tiny rodent skeletons.

Beyond this nest lies another corridor leading farther along the cave.

You point this out. "Maybe we can just walk through. Slowly."

"After you."

You take a few cautious steps forward. The akkoro slither closer as though forming a crowd. They don't attack, but they're curious. A few steps later, and they start to investigate you two. Tentacles lick upon you. A few coil about your legs, but not tightly. They're only feeling you out.

"Uh..." Euna has her own share of tentacles. In fact, many more. Several baby akkoro are climbing her legs. As a swarm, they're impeding her progress. "I need help."

You grab her arm and help pull her along, but the closer into the nest you get, the more assertive they become. They climb faster than she can pluck them off. Some tentacles slip up her skirt. She yelps and dances away to the edge of the nest. "This isn't working!"

You work your way back to her. "They are a bit handsy, aren't they?"

"One of them just tried to slip inside me." She corrects her skirt. "That jelly might be keeping them from attacking us, but it's not stopping them from trying to play with us. I don't think we'll get through unmolested."

From the slime covered walls and the stench, the akkoro nest is up ahead. You and Euna apply Lanx's repellent to yourselves. It's as potent as always.

Now safe, you both continue forward until the nest comes into view. The writhing masses of akkoro linger just beyond the reach of your lantern.

"What now?" Euna asks.

"Yes. Yes, I do." Euna rummages through her pack and produced the pair of rusty scissors she used to alter her clothes. The blades are long and hefty. "Are you sure this is wise? What if it angers them."

"Lanx said we'd be safe no matter what we do."

"Okay, but try not to hurt them more than you need to."

You trek forward. When many akkoro surround and start fondling both of you, you snip at their entangling tentacles. They come off cleanly. The akkoro recoil, though only momentarily. Already, the limbs you removed are growing back. Other akkoro grab the severed parts in the water and stuff them into their maws hidden beneath their mass of tentacles.

Your progress is futile, and soon you're forced to retreat.

"I don't think they cared," you say.

"It's no wonder," she replies. "If you could regrow limbs that quickly, you wouldn't care either. I never realized their regeneration was that incredible. It does however mean the scissors are useless." She wipes them clean and tucks them away.

You push through the door enough for you both to slip through.

You're at the top landing of a long stairwell south of you which down deep into the earth.

A solid stone door is on this landing.

Go through the door.

Go down the stairs.

You're at a masoned wall within the cave tunnel. Along the wall at intervals are lanterns which glow with green flames. There's a gap in the masoned wall which leads to a treacherous staircase going up as far as you can see.

Leading away from the wall is an unhewn cave tunnel. Without lanterns, it's enveloped in darkness.

Climb the stairs.

Head into the dark cave tunnels.

Return to the akkoro nest.

You pull open the great stone door. It takes all of your strength. Once it's open enough, you both slip through. You find yourselves in dark marble hallways of a castle keep.

The cluster of girls soon forget about you and go back to tittering about something else.

"Oh, be that way," the girl says, and you step away from the girls.

It's clear that they're not actually going to leave the sleeping girl alone, but you're no longer in their huddle and unable to hear them.

The nuns squeal of delight. The ringleader silences them and motions everyone to sneak in. They kneel around Sabah. Another waits by her head with a readied bedsheet, and the ringleader gets next to her crotch and motions for you.

You kneel before Sabah, who still twitches, and you lower your breeches. Your semi-hard cock spring free. All the nun's eye it mischievously. The ringleaders grasps it and pumps it to full mast. Once you're rock hard, it's showtime.

The ringleader poises to grab Sabah's loincloth right at her crotch and uses her other hand to count down from three.

It all happens at once. Nuns grab hold of Sabah's limbs. The sister by her head covers her face with the bedsheet. The ringleader yanks the loincloth away, baring Sabah's drooling, flowered pussy. And you fall onto the girl and stab inside her to the hilt.

Jolting away, Sabah thrashes about, but the sisters hold her tight. The bedsheet over her face muffles muffled her urgent cries. Her pussy squeezes.

You fuck her as quickly as you can. It proves difficult with so many crowded around. And Sabah keeps trying to buck you off of her, or bring her knees between you. The giggling girls only double down on pinning her limbs.

The moment you climax, the ringleader signals the other girls, and they all scatter behind cloth curtains.

Sabah yanks the sheet off her head. There's only you, hunched over her with your spent cock still dripping, and your cum dripping from her snatch. Bewildered, she gapes at you. "Why?" she asks innocently. "Why did you do that?"

She looks genuinely hurt, and you grapple for something to say, but just as you open your mouth, a snicker comes from behind a curtain divider. Sabah's eyes narrow and a sly smile comes over her. She darts out from under you and swipes aside the curtain. There's the ringleader, stifling a laugh.

"You!" Sabah says. "I knew you were behind this. Come here!" She lunges for the ringleader, who dances out of the way, but not quick enough. Sabah snags the tail of her loin cloth. The flax cloth rips over the ringleader's groin and comes free, leaving only the cloth cord about her waist.

"Yow!" she clutches her friction-burned pussy.

Sabah towel flicks her bare ass. The ringleader yelps and skips away. A chase ensues, with the nude pair flicking one another with the other's loincloths all through the dormitory. The other nun's scamper out of hiding and follow the two out the door, giggling all the way.

You're left alone with your wilting dick hanging out. Nothing left to do but put it away and move on.

You enter into a long, narrow room partitioned by draped curtains. In each, sleeping mats are set up on the floorboards. The colors here are warm, like the air, and with it comes the hush of a library.

It's the dormitory. Most mats are empty, but a few nuns are asleep behind fabric partitions. They lie with only a thin sheet covering their state of undress. Beside each sleeping woman's mat are their piled possessions, which mostly include their folded habit and their own holy book. A few rare piles might include spectacles, or sandals, or pen and parchment. It seems the Simori shed themselves of all the earthly possessions they can. They don't even have a chest to hold their belongings.

You're in the dormitory. A few sisters are sleeping within cloth partitions, but most beds are empty.

A gaggle of scantily clad nun's are gathered at one end. They're giggling and peeking into one partition.

Examine the scantily clad nuns.

There are half a dozen. None are wearing their habit. Instead, they're clad only in a simple loin cloth which amounts to a long rectangle of white, flaxen fabric wrapped over their groins and then tucked over a thin cloth cord about their waists. The excess fabric drapes down as a flap in both the front and the back to mid thigh. It is the most humble and spartan undergarment you've ever seen that still manages to be indecent.

Apart from that, the girls are naked before you, save for two still wearing their wimple. Their breasts and bodies are bared, and for some, their short cropped hair, almost tom-boyish.

This doesn't seem to concern them when you approach. In fact, a girl in the clique's center lights up and excitedly waves you to join them while pressing a finger to her lips. The other girls stifle giggles.

Decline and move on.

Approach and see what they want.

The one who motioned to you guides you into the center of their huddle and has you peek through a cloth divider to where a lone nun sleeps upon a mat. Something's wrong though. She's been tossing and turning. Now her bedsheet lies crumpled beside her, revealing her body to all.

She too wears only a loincloth, bearing her modest breasts with prominent dark nipples. And her boyishly short brown hair is tousled.

However, her restlessness has caused the flap of her loincloth to fold up onto her belly, revealing her crotch. The narrow strip of flax cloth has bunched up between the clefts of her ass. Where it narrowly covers her snatch, it's soaked through with secretions.

Now you understand. She's not just tossing and turning. Her chest is heaving too. Her limbs twitch.

She's having an erotic dream.

The nun showing you this closes the curtain. "It seems our dear Sabah is having another one of her dreams!" The other nun's titter.

"She has them all the time!" another whispers.

"It's so embarrassing!"

"Look at her squirm!"

The first nun shushes the others and turns to you. "We were just trying to decide what to do about her when you came along. How would you like to help us pull a little prank?"

"What would that be?" you ask.

"We're going to make her dreams a little more real. We'll sneak up on her, then all at once we sisters will hold her down, and then you will rut her as fast as you can!" The other girls gasp excitedly. She goes on. "Think about it! She's probably having some dream about men right now. Then suddenly she'll wake up to find a man plundering her in real life!"

"I think maybe you should let Sabah sleep in peace."

"This is a classy and appropriate prank. I'm in."

She smiles and returns to her prayer.

"I will remake that as well," she says. "It is a simple design for that very reason."

"So it doesn't hold any significance to you?"

"On the contrary. It hold great significance to me. It is a personal reminder of my faith that I crafted myself. That's why it would be my great honor for you to have it."

"She is a great beast who has been around since the beginning of time. Thrice now she has witnessed the rebirth of the world, and she bears with her all the knowledge of the ages."

"She must be old."

The nun shakes her head. "Every age, she is reborn in a great burst of fire. From the egg, a new life emerges, renewed and ready to bring charity and beauty to the world. It is she who taught the first sisters of Simori to help one another without judgement or condition."

"I like the no judgement part," you say. "I never was thrilled with other Gods looking down their noses at my life choices."

She smiles. "I know of those religions. They forget that we are all but human. To pretend that our instincts are not a part of us is to deny ourselves."

"Wait, before you go." The nun sets her pendant on the holy book beside her and hands you both. "Take these, please."

"Your holy book?"

She nods. "You are a stranger from a far land, are you not?"

"I am..."

"Then take it with you, please. I'm not asking you to read it if you don't wish, but if ever you want to know more about our ways, I want it to be there for you."

"It doesn't matter to me," she says. "Perhaps you know someone else who might benefit from its teachings. Maybe your children might one day happen upon this book. Or you could use it to kindle your fire?"

"Burn it?"

"I give it to you without condition. I hope you will do with it whatever you wish. I am gratified knowing only that it is yours."

She shakes her head. "I will transcribe another one tonight."

"Another whole book?"

"All of us sisters transcribe our own holy books. It helps us remember its teachings. And we never let pass an opportunity to spread our teachings to those who show interest. Please. It would be my great honor for you to take this."

You approach one of the sisters upon a mat. She sits on her feet with her eyes closed as though praying, except her hands are not clasped before her as Nimic practitioners do. Instead, they loosely clasp a necklace in her lap. It has a circular wooden pendant with a simplistic depiction carved on its surface.

Beside her is a leather-bound book which has the same symbol emblazoned on the front.

The sister's eyes flutter open. "Hello," she says. "Can I help you?"

She frowns. "Praying?"

"You know... speaking with, eh... the great bird?"

"Oh. Goodness no. I don't think she could hear me. I'm merely centering my mind."

"Centering?"

"I'm thinking back upon all I have done since I last meditated—what I've accomplished and what mistakes I've made. Centering my mind puts away my emotions so I can better reflect on my behavior, and whether I've allowed selfishness or pettiness to guide me."

"That sounds more useful than praying to me. Is that what all these sisters are doing?"

She nods. "It helps us to better bring paradise into this world."

"To the Simurgh? What for?"

"To ask for forgiveness, I think. I don't pray myself, but I think that's what it's for."

"If I err in my ways, then it up to me and those I've wronged to forgive me."

"What about guidance? Or for help?"

"The Simurgh has already left us her teachings." The nun taps the book lying beside her. "If I seek her guidance, I need only read its words. And it is up to us to help each other."

"So if you're not speaking to her, why are you centering your mind here before the church altar?"

"That's not to say I'm not connected to the great winged mother. My sisters and I meditate here to show our gratitude, and to always remind ourselves or her endless mercy."

"This is the symbol of the great simurgh." She hands her pendant to you. The symbol is an oval. On either side, a cluster of three lines draws away. "This is her body. Those lines are her wings."

"I like it," you say. "It's simple."

She nods. "It's the symbol the Simurgh carved for the very first Simori sister. It's simple by design, yet it still likens the great bird so that it may always reminded us of her and her teachings."

The book is unlike other holy books you've seen. It's thinner. The pages are untrimmed, and they're sewn to a simple leather binding with stitching. The handwriting is spidery, as though this were a journal of notes rather than holy scripture.

"I hope it brightens your life." The nun returns to her meditation.

Simori Holy Book added to inventory

There are countless depictions of fantastic creatures and saintly women, but most the most prominent is the Simurgh itself—a grand creature with the upper half of a female. Her face is comely, and her breasts are quite prominent, and large.

Her lower half is that of a lion, and her arms are massive white bird wings which span from one end of the dome to the other, as though cradling the church.

Euna takes it, tests its pliability in her hands, whips it a few times in practice, and then brings it down upon the nun's ass. The suddenness evokes a quick shriek.

Each following time Euna strikes a cheek with a resounding crack, the nun cries out. Thin cuts appear. Euna moves on. The cane strikes her back. It strikes her thighs.

"Please..." The nun's voice is thick. "In heaven's name..."

"Pathetic," Euna mutters. "Only three strikes... You insist on feeding the scum, but now that it's time to pay the price, you whimper and grovel." She walks around to the nun's front and holds the cane before her. "Watch closely, my dear." Euna reverses her grip on the cane, holds it out far, and then flicks her wrist so it cracks against her own ass. Euna doesn't flinch. "It's called dignity. Watch, and maybe you'll learn. You!" She points out a young lad from the crowd. "Up here."

He scrambles onto the platform. After Euna hands him the cane, she drapes herself over the nun, breasts to back, crotch to ass. "Three here, young man." She pats her own ass.

The lad is happy to comply. Three angry welts form on Euna's ass. Blood trickles. Only the slightest spasm crosses her face. "Next," she yells. "How many before I make a sound, hmm?"

Man after man comes up, and a few women. Each gets three canings on Euna's ass. Her face spasms more with each strike, but she doesn't yell, even as her ass turns to a bloody pulp. For the next man, she spin and presents her front. "My bottom is such a used canvas," she says. "Maybe you'd like to punish these?"

He would, and he does. Euna writhes as men slash her boobs to ribbons. She has people change targets a few more times—her belly, her thighs. Her face is set despite her trembling. For a grand finale, Euna drapes on leg over the nun, and a man gets one good wallop right on her pussy. A short shriek escapes her, and the audience cheers in triumph.

Euna addresses the nun. She's near breathless. "That... is how one takes a punishment." Euna tosses the bloody cane back to you.

The crowd turns their attention back on the nun, and though they hurt and humiliate her plenty, there's hardly enough time left. Meanwhile, Euna sits gingerly on the stage. Her back is straight and proper, it's clear she's struggling to keep her composure. Blood drippings cover her from the chest down, and she's pale.

When the guards return to free the nun, she's slow to get to her feet.

Euna grows even more violent with her penetration. She punches her fist hardstabs her four fingers repeatedly into the poor sister, causing her shoulders to bang against the pillory. A pummeling like this would leave bruises on bare flesh, and she's enduring it against her cervix, not to mention what Euna's sharp nails must be doing to her delicate vaginal flesh.The viciousness of Euna's pummeling is sure to be tearing and scraping delicate vaginal flesh. It's no wonder the nun whimpers and weeps.

Others want a turn. As a man climbs up, Euna stands aside and spreads the nun's pussy lips to give him a clear target. "Punish her," she demands.

His fist is a tighter fit, but he too tenderizes the nun's cervix,fingers are a tighter fit. They tear up her tender lips, as does the next man, and the next. Soon enough, the nun's pussy is a gaping hole with blood oozing from fissures.

For a final act, Euna yanks off the nun's habit and crams it into her sex. The next abuser punches it up against her cervix where it stays. Behind that, other's cram vegetables originally meant for pelting the nun. She's soon packed with squishy tomatoes and crumpled cabbage.

The torture grows more commonplace then. People who brought their own instruments enjoy flogging the nun's ass and back until it's a mess of bloody welts. But other's have switched to Euna. She's braced against the pillory and sticking her rear out so that men can fist her and fill her with mushy produce. They don't fit nearly as much into her, but this does distract from the haggard nun. fondler her sex. It doesn't draw much attention, but it does distract from the haggard nun somewhat.

When the guards return, Euna is on all fours, tonguing the blood and juices from the nun's hole while men fonder hers. She quickly squeezes her own mess out of her holeshoos the men away as the guards disperse the crowd.

Euna gets more into it by swinging one leg over the pillory to better grind against the nun. This lasts for minutes until a man with a whip climbs up and lays into the nun's ass.

Abruptly, Euna peels off her top and unfastens her skirt. She rides the nun's face without a shred of clothing. Eyes are back on her, even the whipper is distracted.

She gestured for the whip. The man gladly hands it over, and thus begins the true show. Euna fucks the girl's face while casting the whip down over her back, leaving long, lengthwise welts. Each strike causes the nun to jolt, which travels through her and into Euna as a shiver of pleasure. Euna squeezes and sucks her own tits. Her moans illicit roars of approval. Her sexual peek brings a cheer.

It's other people's turns now, but Euna has set a trend. Woman after woman hitch their snatches into the nun's face and grind. Euna manages to borrow the tools of many others who climb up. She paddles the nun's ass and beats her with a switch. Between strikes, she caresses the nun and grinds against the nun's rump. She makes plenty of welts and draws blood, but she's so sexual about it that no one cares that she strikes so infrequently.

When the guards arrive, Euna is eating the nun out while grinding her sex against the rough wooden platform. They let her finish, even as they shoo the other tormenters away.

Her lashing becomes more severe. The whip bites the nun's back and ass first, then come a few underhanded swings on her small breasts. Her skin glows red. Welts form. Each lash causes a gasp from the sister, though Euna's breath picks up too. This is having an effect on her too.

One lash opens a cut along her ass. A dribble of blood runs down the cheek. Euna can't help herself and kneels to lap the blood. Her tongue traces the curves of the sister's ass.

The audience loves this, but they've grown too excited. Men climb on the platform to take over. Euna has no choice to allow this, but she never leaves. Instead, she behaves like a showgirl. With each man who takes the lash, she entices them to lay its bite upon the nun's flesh. The men happily oblige by strike tit, ass, or back—wherever Euna beckons—just as they oblige Euna as she caresses the fresh welts and runs her tongue along the sister's bleeding body. It's a perverted show that all enjoy. They don't seem to care that the sister is getting whipped at less than half the pace as usual.

The time wears on. For the last few men, Euna becomes so overcome that she can't help herself but to kneel before the whippers and suck their cocks as though for her own satisfaction. Of course they allow this, even if it means they're not able to whip the nun as hard as they otherwise would, and they certainly pause when Euna is sucking down their cum.

The guards come to unlock the nun. While the crowd disperses, Euna finishes sucking down cum from the last man to hold the lash.

Euna thrashes the girl's ass for a good minute before pausing to fondle the girl's genitals.

"What is this?" Euna holds her hand up to her audience. Her fingers are webbed with the girl's juices. "It looks like our innocent little nun enjoys being punished." The crowd laughs. The nun's face turns a deep shade of red.

Euna squeezes the girl's hanging tits, twisting the girl's nipples painfully. The nun's squirms and whimpers.

"You are enjoying this." Euna spanks her again. "You get off on this." Another spank. "You feed those vagrants so we'll all discipline you." Spank.

"N–No!" The nun stammers.

"Don't bother denying it. I'll prove it to you. Everyone!" She address the crowd. "Let's show this slut how much she wants this. We'll make her cum from torture!"

The crowd cheers. She points. "You! With the paddle. Get up here."

While the crowd member enthusiastically paddles the nun's ass, Euna scours the nun's sex. Later, while another flogs her back, Euna has her mouth fastened over the nun's assholeclit and her fingers buried the nun's vaginal depths.

Despite the punishment, the nun eventually succumbs and wails out in ecstasy. Everyone cheers. But Euna doesn't stop. She pleasures the girl well past her orgasm, until she's overly sensitive and squirming away, until again forced into another orgasm. This goes on and on.

Euna lays into the girl now, delivering kick after kick, but once the girl is wailing, Euna leans in again to lick the girl's tenderized privates from bow to stern. The moment the girl starts settling down, another swift kick, causing a resounding thwack.

Other people want a turn. A man climbs up, and after Euna makes sure to spread the girl's legs wide for him, he delivers a kick so hard it knocks the girl's lower half into the air by an inch. The nun sobs openly.

The next person comes up for their own kick, and the next, and the next. The girl's knees keep buckling, only for Euna to straighten her back up. She squirms away from each participant, but between each person, Euna holds her tight and buries her tongue into the girl's bruised folds.

She keeps pressing her ass to the nun's face, rubbing it up and down, and shivering in pleasure. All the while, she touches herself for the audience's pleasure, and finally screams out in a well-performed orgasm.

Other people come up then. Each man, young and old, fit or fat, wants to press their asses to the nun's face. It doesn't matter whether they're hairy or sweaty, she's forced to worm her tongue into all of their assholes to their satisfaction. The stimulation causes some men fire cum toward the crowd, much to some's embarrassment.

Oddly, Euna is knelt right by the nun, letting men and women use her face in just the same way, thus reducing the focus on the sister by half. Interestingly, any unsavory men, either sweaty or hairy or corpulent, Euna directs them to herself rather than the nun. She buries her face in their unwashed cracks and worms her tongue deep. As revolting as it is, she licks her lips and beckons for the next one every time.

Eventually, the crowd reverts to their usual tactics. People who brought their own toys take turns flogging the nun, or beating her with sticks, or spanking her with paddles. The nun becomes a mess of bloody welts over her back and ass, though her pussy gets left alone, seeing as how Euna has taken up permanent residence between her legs in order to tongue her holes.folds.

Despite her tear-stained torment, the nun is trembling in her pillory by the time the guards show up. Even after shooing away the crowd, they give Euna a minute to see if she can bring the nun to a toe-curling orgasm. She succeeds.

You force your cock down her throat without warning. Startled, she chokes. A coughing fit would come on if she could. Her throat squeezes trying to expel you. With her nose buried against your crotch and your dick down her throat, she's soon running out of air.

Soon comes squirming, then thrashing. When you pull out, she coughs and sputters. Thick globs of her saliva dribble onto the platform. The crowd laughs. You do this again, and again.Finally you hold deep and fire seed directly to her belly. When you pull away, she has a coughing fit. Thick strands of saliva drip off her chin onto the platform.

The crowd wants a turn now. You're soon shunted off the stage as another man climbs on, excited to choke Euna on his cock just like you. He too fixes his dick down Euna's throat until she's thrashing and kicking. Her nose is locked against his pubic bush. It doesn't help that a woman is spanking her ass with deafening strikes of a large wooden panel. The man gives her a few seconds to gasp and sputter, he's right back down her throat until he too fills her belly with his load.

Another man takes her place before she's even finished coughing. A line forms. By the fifth man, Euna's face is a dark shade of red. Tears stream down her face. Sometimes they suffocate her until she goes limp. Those blowjobs always end with desperate, dizzy gasping.

Your dick "slips out" from between her lips. You try to reinsert—and she steers her mouth to help you—but you end up slapping her in the face with your dick instead. You try again, another face slap. Again, you poke her in the eye with your dick. Each time elicits laughs.

When you finally fuck her mouth again, you do so comically, with exaggerated thrusting. The audience roars with laughter, especially when you pantomime a horseback rider holding invisible reins while your humping of Euna's face imitates the horse's trot.

After a hammed-up orgasm filled with much spasming and silly faces, you "dismount" her by swinging your leg as though getting off a horse. Cum drips from her lips.

The audience has grown large by now, and other men climb on the stage. You're shunted off. The next man up also makes a show of fucking her mouth. After dipping down her throat a few times, he grasps his dick by its base and beats it against Euna's face. The next man humps her face like a dog. He even howls and barks.

Women join in too. One well-girthed lady hefts a leg over the pillory bar and grinds her pussy against Euna's face, smearing cum, saliva, and girl juices all about.

However dicks provide more comical value. One man jerks off and shoots his cum in her eyes. Another delights in poking his dick against the inside of her cheek to bulge them out. Another rests his balls on her nose. Another farts in her face.Another fucks a fistful of her hair. The audience finds it all hilarious.

Has the sentence goes on, men grow more interested in simply getting their dick sucked. Nearly half a dozen more men rape her face. Others wrap her restrained hands around their cocks and fuck her fist. Meanwhile, those who brought their paddles and whips and lashes take their turns scoring Euna's hindside until her ass and back are a maze of angry welts.

"I'm thankful for her," the nun beside you says. "I don't think I could have tolerated this?"

"Aren't they whipping her less than usual?"

"Yes," the nun replies, "but I don't think I could have stood having them rape my mouth like that. It must be dreadful."

By the time the guards return, Euna's face is a mess of cum, spit, and tears. It drips from her chin in long strands, just as blood drips from her flank and trickles down her legs.

Of course, you first take your time to feel up her luscious ass, even knocking them around a little so they jiggle. Then comes your first underhanded swing. The swat makes her jump. More swings, just to tease, as though you're flicking flies from a horse.

But the next swat would bring that horse to a trot—a sharp sting. Then the next, and the next, and another to make the horse gallop. She's certainly trying to hop forward to avoid your swings, but fixed as she is. That doesn't stop you from whipping harder and harder, until her ass glows, and angry welts cover her cheeks and thighs.

Setting aside the cat-o-nine tails, you take out the cane. It's old and worn, but the air still hisses whip it about. You bring it down upon her back. Euna screams and jolts. The welts left by the lash are nothing compared to the bleeding gash now slashed across her back.

Again and again, you cane her until her back becomes scored and bloody. Her screams and hollers are above what she was doing before. She cringes from each blow. This torture is too much for some in the crowd, and many leave, but those that remain grow more thirsty for her punishment. You've certainly set a precedent for how cruel this pillory time will be.

You find someone in the crowd offering a cat-o-nine tails riding whip. First, you work the crowd by playing the clueless fool. Rubbing your chin ponderously, you study the whip as though trying to decide what it is. The crowd roars for you to use it.

"This?" you say, holding it up.

They cheer.

"On who?" you ask. They point, and you pretend to notice Euna. "On her?"

The crowd roars. They're ready.

You kick her legs wider apart. The crowd cheers you on.

With an underhand swing, you bring the whip up between her legs. The leather bites her labia. A sharp cry escapes Euna's lips much to the audience's delight. Again and again, you bring the whip down on her sensitive lips. Red welts criss-cross over her slit. Euna's legs are nearly buckling. She cries openly.

You trot around to her side. Her heavy breasts hang low like udders. First, you make a show of cupping them in your hands, sizing them up. They're so large, they practically spill over your hands.

Your swing is underhanded. The whip's tails strike her tit flesh from beneath. They jiggle delightfully, both from the strike, and from her flinch. Each blows comes from just a quick flip of the wrist. Sometimes the tails lash her nipples. Sometimes they reach far enough to leave marks on her ribs along her flank.

Soon her, tits are good and glowing. You give them a good squeeze to watch how much more she squirms now.

Other people clamber onto the platform. It seems you're out of time, but the crowd isn't done with whipping Euna.

The next man focuses on her welt-crossed ass. Your strikes might have gotten a horse to gallop, but this man is trying to beat the horse to death. Welts become cuts. A few become gashes. Blood runs rivulets down her thighs. The next man who comes up has a paddle. Ordinarily, swats wouldn't be too bad, but over her bleeding gashes, each resounding smack leaves her convulsing.

The next person revisits her already abused pussy with underhand swings more vicious than yours. Euna tries to pull her legs together, only for two people in the audience to reach over the platform and snag each of her ankles. Countless thin red welts soon score her quim. Some bleed. His swings a splatter her blood along her legs.

The next person zeroes in on her tits so fiercely, it's as though he's trying to outdo do everyone else. Each underhand lash makes her boobs shake and waggle. Dark angry welts turn to strips of blood, which the lash splatter-paints along her tits and flank. Though tears run down Euna's face, the man doesn't stop until blood drips from her nipples.

A young man behind you snatches your cane from out of your hand. He shoulders past you and onto the platform before you can protest. The man is anxious to hurt her.

He focuses on her already-tortured ass like those before him. One strike and Euna shrieks. A fresh line of blood runs down her cheeks. Another strike, and another. For each, Euna jolts as though electrocuted. She sobs openly.

Another strike. Blood fans over the crowd when the cane whips.

Another strike. Rivulets of blood are down to her calfs now.

Another strike. The gashes on her ass are so deep it's as though someone had run a knife over them.

And a seventh, final strike. Euna legs collapse. Her weight hangs awkwardly on her neck and wrists, and she's hysterical, shaking uncontrollably.

He focuses on her tenderized pussy like those before him. The people holding her ankles pull her legs into a wider V. With the first crack, Euna shrieks out loudly enough to be heard from streets away. She squirms fiercely against those holding her wide, but it doesn't avoid the next strike. It causes a resounding wet crack. Blood streams along the inside of her thighs.

By the third caning, Euna's pleas are incoherent. Her slit is hardly distinguishable from the other gashes between her legs. It's just one pulpy mess.

He focuses on her poor, pulverized tits. The first strike comes as a quick flick of the wrist that strikes upward onto her hanging tits. She yelps. For the next, the man puts all his strength into it. She sees it coming but screams out anyway. It leaves a deep gash across both her boobs which drips blood.

The next strike, and Euna is babbling. She squirms to cover her mutilated breasts.

The next strike, and blood arcs into the air from the canes tip. It sprinkles the audience.

The final, fifth strike and her tears are dripping onto the platform almost as much as her blood is. The gashes are so deep on her tits that flaps of flesh hang open. One crosses right over her nipple. Euna is a sobbing, convulsing mess.

Eventually her time is up, but not before a dozen or so people have their usual fun of mud-smearing, fingering, ass-slapping, tit-groping, hair-yanking, and face-spitting. The guards finally shoo people away.

The audience is sizable by now, and others are impatient to get on stage. You acquiesce.

The first man up has his own paddle. Each strike against Euna's ass creates a thunderous clap of wood on flesh, and soon both her cheeks glow angry red. It only gets worse.

Another man whips Euna's back and tender ass with a multi-tailed lash. Thin streaks of blood run down her sides. Everyone takes a turn feeling her pussy. They laugh when she cringes away.

Others grope her breasts and twist her nipples. A woman spits in her face, and a child dumps mud on top of her head. People pelt her with vegetables. The tomatoes leave messes. The potatoes leave deep bruises in her ribs.

Then more whipping. A lash, a riding whip, another paddle. All focus on her ass and back. Euna is sobbing openly, which only make the audience jeer harder. All in all, it doesn't seem like your initial bout had much affect on the audience.

"They're more vicious today than usual," the nun says.

"I guess my initial performance didn't get them to go easier on her," you reply.

Finally, once blood is running down to her ankles do the guards show up.

The moment the guards free the nun, Euna rushes to her aid,despite her own predicament. The audience is already gone.

Soon, you two are helping the nun through the doors. Other sisters swarm and help her and Euna through to the private ward to clean and treat themthrough to the private ward to clean and treat her . Once again, Mother Janan fetches the ambrosia from the locked cabinet and then escorts you to the nave.

As soon as the guards free Euna, they drop her habit beside her and depart, as does the audience. You and the nun rush to her aid.

Soon, you two arrive at the church. Other sisters swarm and help Euna through to the private ward to clean and treat her. Once again, Mother Janan unlocks the cabinet to the ambrosia and then escorts you to the nave.

"Thank you so much for helping us again," Janan says to you. "I will have a sister come find you as soon as she's better. Please, consider our church your home in the meantime." And she returns to the ward, leaving you alone.

As soon as the guards free the nun, she collapses. They drop her habit in a pile beside her and promptly leave. Euna rushes to her aid.

"Good Heavens! That was dreadful," Euna says. "How are you feeling? Will you be all right?"

"My church..." the nun mumbles.

"Of course. Absolutely." Euna motions for your help.

As soon as the guards have freed Euna, they drop her habit in a pile beside her and promptly leave. The nun runs forward and helps Euna from the platform.

"Help me. We must take her to the church."

The moment you arrive at the Church of Simori, a gaggle of nuns swarm you three. They guide you deep into the church, past the antechamber, a nave, an infirmary hall, and finally to a private ward in the back. Here, nun's flurry about so franticly yet efficiently that it seems choreographed.

They move the tortured sister onto a bed. Some fetch bowls of water and clean cloths while others examine her wounds. Euna clutches the poor girl's hand and comforts her.

A short bespectacled nun uses a key from around her neck to unlock a cabinet. She takes out a vial of shimmering white liquid, which she hands to another nun. Then she approaches you two. "Thank you for bringing her to us. We can take it from here."

"I am not leaving this girl's side," Euna says. "I will help."

"Please. Give my sisters room to work."

"No." Euna's tone brooks no argument. "I am responsible for her condition. And I will not leave her. Tell me how to help."

The bespectacled nun hesitates.

"Please," Euna's tone still commands. "I am— I was a sister of faith. I've worked in sick wards before."

"Very well," the nun replies, "but you?"

"I've... been in sick wards before," you reply.

The nun smiles and guides you away. Euna nods to you, signifying that she'll be fine, and she joins the nuns in tending to the girl. The last glimpse you have before leaving is of a nun feeding the nun spoonfuls of the shimmering white liquid.

In the hall, the bespectacled nun turns to you. "I will come find you as soon as we're done. In the meantime, please, feel free to explore our church. You are our welcomed guest." She clutches your hand and bows to touch her forehead to it. With a final warm smile, she departs, leaving you alone in the nave.

Nun's help Euna onto bed. Some fetch bowls of water and clean cloths while others examine her wounds. You notice a short bespectacled nun who uses a key to unlock a cabinet. She takes out a vial of shimmering white liquid, which she hands to another nun. Then, noticing you, she gently guides you from the room. The last you see, the nuns are feeding a spoonful of the liquid to Euna.

The bespectacled nun walks with you through the infirmary. "The sisters mentioned what you and your lady did for us. Thank you kindly. I am humbled by your charity."

"Is she going to be okay?"

"She will be just fine. I promise you. Give my sisters time to work their healing in peace. In the meantime, you are our welcomed guest. Feel free to explore our church. I will come find you as soon as she's recovered. Please excuse me." She clutches your hand and bows to touch her forehead to it. With a final warm smile, she departs, leaving you alone in the nave.

Here, a massive dome ceiling high above features a vibrant mural. Otherwise, you're struck the nave's modest simplicity. It's circular, with a marble dais in the middle. Instead of pews, simple cloth mats are fanned out around it along the marble floor. A few Simori nuns here are bowed over their knees.

You're in the nave. A few Simori nuns are here knelt on the ground before the dais.

Investigate one of the kneeling sisters.

Study the mural.

Wait for the sisters to finish treating the nunEuna.

You pass time in the nave.

She's at her desk, working studiously.

"Excuse me, Janan?"

She looks up, pushes her spectacles higher on her nose, and smiles kindly. "Oh, good evening. How can I help you?"

The office is spartan in its furnishes. There's a simple table and chairs for talking, a cupboards and stocked bookshelves, all of the simplest design, and a desk. Janan works there now, head down and so busy at a ledger that she doesn't notice you at the door. It would seem to be an entirely innocent office, except for the iron ringlets installed into the wooden beams along the ceiling which had previously been used to suspend nuns. The ropes are no where to be seen though.

You're in Janan's office.

Leave.

"Penance?" she asks. "Why do you ask?"

"There were sisters waiting outside your office the other day for you to return."

"Oh, yes. Some of the sisters come to me so that I can better steer them along the Simori way."

"What does it involve?" you ask.

She hesitates. Her face is neutral. "It's... nothing unusual. I read passages of the Simori after they've taken the ambrosia. It helps them to take the lessons to heart."

"Wouldn't that requ

You're in corridors leading behind the nave. Doors line the halls. Though the decor and masonry is in the same simple design as the rest of the temple, these halls seem older. The stone is rougher hewn. This part of the temple existed long before the rest. There are less windows here, and glass oil lamps sit in sconces that were originally designed to hold simple torches.

You're in the old corridors of the temple. Sparse oil lamps hardly light these dark halls.

Two sisters kneel on the floor outside an office. Their hands are clasped before them, and their heads are bowed.

Find out what the sisters are doing.

The sisters return to waiting with heads bowed.

"Pardon me, Sisters," you say. "What are you waiting for?"

"We're waiting for the mother prefect to return."

"What for?"

"For penance. We have not lived up to the expectations of the great Simurgh, and thus we seek her wisdom."

"And guidance," says the other.

"They were acts of selfishness," one says defensively. "Even small transgressions are steps away from the Simori way."

"Couldn't you just make amends?"

"I... I haven't seen the man I saw before. I can't."

"And sister Harika already finished her book."

"So we must seek penance." The first is hasty to explain herself. "And Mother Janan encourages us sisters to seek penance with her. It is both a punishment and a lesson."

"We're not," says one.

"This is something we choose to do," the other adds. "We ask the mother prefect to do penance upon us to help us to become better people."

"Many sisters do. It's not just us," says the first. She's blushing slightly.

"Yesterday I was passing by the poor souls outside the city," the first says, "and I saw one who had no shoes. His feet were blistered, and clearly causing him great pain. I thought of offering him my own shoes, but I didn't. I like the pair I have, and I didn't want to walk back in my bare feet. It was selfish of me."

"To not give your own shoes to a stranger?"

"He needed them more than I did."

The second speaks. "Sister Harika asked me to help her transcribe a new holy book for her. I told her I had already committed to helping with the cooking, but I hadn't. I just didn't want to help her, even though she's helped me many times before."

One sister nearly replies, but she glances at the other. The other gives a subtle head shake, and then both look at you helplessly. The first shrugs.

Apparently whatever it entails is a secret.

The door to Mother Janan is closed. There are voices coming from within.

Peek through the keyhole.

In the center of the room beyond the door are two women—sisters judging from their wimples, but they are otherwise nude. Both girls are suspended above the floor by numerous ropes tied to their bodies. Some ropes bind their calfs to their thighs. Others their hands behind their backs. And most prominently, ropes are tying the two girls to each other such that their chests press together, and their faces are in each other's crotches.

Tied as they are, both can hardly wiggle at all. They can't help but have their faces in each other's sexes. And since both are wearing blindfolds, the smell and heat of the other woman is all they know.

Janan is walking about the two suspended nuns, finishing off some knots or checking others to see if they're too tight. She's wearing white cloth gloves through which she brushes her fingers along the girls' backs. Her regard for the girls trussed up in her handiwork seems gentle, but also possessive. She is a shepherdess, and these two are her sheep who lives by her guidance.

She calmly walks to the a nearby cupboard and draws out a wooden toy whose shape makes it clear where it goes. Returning, she has the sister on the underside of the trussing suck it, and then she presses it into the girl who's ass hovers just inches above. With a gentle hand on the back of the lower nun's head, Janan she guides her face into the other's sex. The girl obediently licks.

Janan strolls around to the other side of the two and strokes the hair of the girl shivering from this stimulation, and Janan speaks softly to her. Whatever she's saying, it goes on for a long while, long enough that you hear footsteps approaching behind you and must step away from the keyhole first.

The door to Mother Janan's office is open to the right.

Enter.

Grinning nefariously, Euna reaches low and spreads the girl's ass for you, although the nun doesn't notice. You climb on top of the two, sandwiching the nun between you. Unlike her wet and inviting sex, the nun's asshole is dry and tight, and as soon as you start forcing your cock through, the nun squirms to resist, but suddenly Euna is holding her tight. She's pinned .

You saw in and out of the girl's clenching hole. She whimpers and struggles.

"Shhhh, it's okay." Euna coos even as she clutches the girl tight for you. "Just enjoy it." She presses her hand over the girl's mouth and continues shushing her. You keep hammering away, causing both of them to rock on the bed.

Euna pins the girl's wrists to the bed. "Take it."

Breeches off, you climb on top of the nun and lift her knees to her chest. There is her wet and inviting sex, and below it her dry and tight asshole. As soon as you start forcing your cock through, the nun jolts, but Euna is holding her hands down, and you've got her legs pinned against her chest. There's nothing she can do.

You saw in and out of the girl's clenching hole. She whimpers and struggles.

"Shhh," Euna coos. When the girl cries out, Euna sits fully on her face, smothering her. "Behave yourself like a good girl. That's it..." She takes hold of the girl's ankles and grinds herself against the girl's face.

With her hands free, the nun merely clenches the bed sheets.

"Good girl," Euna coos.

Euna gestures down. "Why don't you accept the invitation?"

Breeches off, you climb on top of the nun. Unlike her wet and inviting sex, her asshole is dry and tight, and as soon as you start forcing your cock through, she squirms to resist, but your body is pinning her down, and suddenly Euna's legs are squeezing her tight.

You saw in and out of the girl's clenching hole. She whimpers and struggles.

"Shhhh, don't stop." Euna coos. "Be a good girl and enjoy it." She presses the girl's face against her snatch. The girl hardly focuses on pleasing Euna with you hammering her tender hole, but Euna seems content to enjoy the sister's tearful whimpers against her sex.

After you've filled the nun's bowels with cum and climbed off, Euna comforts the girl. "Didn't that feel nice?"

She sniffles and shakes her head.

"Sure it did," Euna assures her. "You like being ravaged, don't you? You needed sex. The fact that it hurt a little just makes it all the better. Didn't you like feeling his hot manhood filling you?"

The girl reluctantly nods.

"Good. Now let me kiss it and make it better." Euna untangles herself from the nun. Sitting on the bed, she spreads the nun's ass cheeks and bends to kiss her sore and enflamed hole. She shows it long and intimate love with plenty of worming tongue. The girl shudders and bites her lips to keep from moaning out.

"All better?" Euna asks.

The nun nods.

"Now thank the kind man for ravaging your ass."

"Thank you, sir."

"And now get some sleep," Euna says.

She soon has the nun tucked in and resting. Afterward, she sucks clean the mess left on your cock. All that's left is to get dressed.

Euna hugs the nun close. She props the nun's legs wider using her own and then motions for you to climb on the bed. "Wouldn't you rather feel?"

You're quickly upon the bed with your clothes crumpled on the floor. Euna directs you to lie atop the nun, pinning her between you and Euna, skin to skin. Her sex is indeed inviting to your cock. It squeezes, and the sister squeaks in alarm, but she can't move. So she settles on nibbling Euna's neck and tits. Euna pulls you close and kisses you with lusty passion. Your hands entwine. It's as though you two are making simple, affectionate love, except for a nun sandwiched between you two which you fuck like a piece of meat.

Euna motions for you to go right ahead. You're quickly on the bed and maneuvering the nun's legs wide. Her sex is indeed inviting to your cock. It squeezes, and the sister jolts in alarm. However, Euna pins her arms down until she relaxes. Soon enough, you're enjoying this young nun while she suckles at Euna's sex inches from your face.

Euna squeezes her legs around the nun and motions for you to climb onto the bed. "Let's enjoy her together."

You're quickly on the bed with your breeches about your ankles. Euna directs you to lie atop the nun, skin to skin. Her wet sex is indeed inviting to your cock. It squeezes, and the sister squeaks in alarm, but pinned beneath you and between Euna's constricting legs, she can't resist. With Euna's guiding hand on her head, she resumes her ministrations upon Euna.

Together, you enjoy this nun. You fuck away while Euna twitches pleasurably against the nun's tongue.

"Fill her," Euna whispers. "Impregnate this sweet sister of the cloth for me. Make her belly grow. Give her something to always remember us by."

You soon fill the nun's quim with your seed. While you dress, Euna enjoys the nun a little while longer before extricates herself. She tucks the nun into bed. "Sleep now," she says. "Get some rest."

The girl snuggles in to sleep with cum oozing from her quim.

"We shall." Euna extricates herself from the nun, much to the nun's whining disappointment. "Oh don't worry, you." She helps the nun get under the bed covers. The sister is already yawning. "Get some rest. Dream of me. And play with yourself." Euna places a sweet kiss upon the sister's lips. "I command you to."

With a sly smile, Euna leans to whisper in the nun's ear. The girl automatically looks at you, or rather to your crotch. She crawls toward you with a hungry, doped expression.

Your breeches come down. Your cock springs free, and she hungrily sucks your cock as though desperate for it. It's as though you're not even there. It's just her and your cock.

Euna kneels behind the girl and pets her hair. "Good girl," she whispers. "Good good girl." Her other hand attacks the nun's sex. Fingers dig deep.

The nun keeps right on sucking even after you've climaxed. It's left up to you to disengage. Euna tucks her into bed, and the randy little nun immediately grows sleepy.

After placing a tender kiss upon the nun's lips, Euna faces you. "And now it's time we slip away."

You and Euna soon depart the church.

"You took a lot of punishment, today," you say.

"I got a little carried away and forgot I was supposed to be making it easier for the poor sister, so I redirected."

"That was quite a redirect. Most people would have been begging for mercy."

She holds her chin high. "I very much believe I should be able to take any punishment I deliver."

You nod. "Though it was strange of the nun to call out in heaven's name like that. I didn't think the Simori believed in a heaven."

"When you're in pain, you can get confused," Euna replies.

"I'm sure." You watch her closely. "So you didn't happen to have agreed upon a safety word with her, would you?"

"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about." Her innocent expression is angelic.

"I couldn't help but notice this nun called out to the heavens too," you say.

"Did she?" Euna replies. "I didn't notice."

"I must say," she says. "I thoroughly enjoy this charity of ours. I could spend the rest of my life helping these nuns."

"If all charity was like this," you say, "so could I."

"Thank you," the sister replies. "I was planning to." She finishes wiping him clean while he glares at you balefully.

Soon she scurries off to the water basin to get clean supplies for the next patient, but she flashes you a beautiful smile as she passes.

"What are you talking about?" the sister says. "He'll be fine."

"Not so," you say, most authoritatively. "Pent up excitement can have a detrimental effect on the body's humors. It is of the utmost importance that any arousal be dealt with immediately."

"Mmhmm, it's true." The man nods soberly.

"Then stroke yourself," the sister says. "You've got two hands, don't you?"

"Ah." You hold up a finger. "One must sate pent up frustrations using the source of their arousal. To do otherwise simply alleviates the symptoms, but the unspent energies accumulate in the humors."

"He obviously just wants me to suck his pole," the sister says. "And he's sick."

"It is a sickness of the lungs, no?" you say. "Not of the groin. You'd be fine."

"But still..."

"In the academies where I studied, it's well known that unspent arousal is bad for one's fortitude."

"...Really?" She's so certain you must be making this up, but there is a sliver of doubt in her voice.

"Oh, really. Yeah!" the man says.

You dismiss his words with a wave. "This man is lech, no doubt, but I would never lie to a fellow healer about the medicinal arts."

Frowning, she looks at his rubbery cock, glances around, sits on the edge of the bed, and begins pumping his cock with one hand while finishing up the cloth bath with the other. She's distracted. It doesn't look very affectionate.

"Naw, not like that. You're doing it wrong," the man says. "Use your mouth." Other patients are noticing.

"A hand is fine," she mutters.

"It's going to take forever like this. You wanted to move along, didn't you?"

With a sigh, she stoops and takes his hardening cock into her mouth. She doesn't notice that nearly the entire infirmary wing is watching. Up and down she bobs using her hand to help, while the man rests his hands behind his head.

Soon enough, he groans in delight. She stays fastened to his cock long enough to collect his cum, but then immediately spits it into the water bowl. After a quick cloth wipe down of his manhood, she's up. "There. Happy?"

All around, patients cheer. She glances around and blushes deeply. Snatching the bowl, she scurries off without any eye contact. Unfortunately for her, there are many patients left to bathe, and they all know what she just did.

The man gives you an appreciative nod and settles back to sleep.

"...What?" the man gapes at you.

"I think that's a lovely idea," the sister replies.

"No." All traces of the man's humor is gone. "I want it from her. Not from you."

"Don't you worry, sir," you say. "I am both efficient and professional. Just let me limber up." You massage the sides of your jaw and stretch your facial muscles. "Mee Moo Aaah. Brown cow. Brown cow." Your face is good and limber.

"No! Stay out of this." He rolls his front away from you. "Touch me and I'll break your face."

"Shouldn't make a difference who it is," the sister says, "as long as you get your relief. I'm done. He's all yours," and she carries her supplies off to the water basin by the door.

"Sir, just lie back and relax." You sit on the bed and clear your throat. "I am... ready."

"I'm fine. Piss off!" He yanks his bedsheet over himself.

There's not much more to say with him. You wander back toward the sister. She empties the water bowl, fetches fresh water, collects a clean linen, and then turns and plants a sweet kiss right on your cheek. You hardly have time to react before she's scurrying off to help the next patient.

A nun arrives, and spotting you, she hurries over.

"Our sister has recovered now." She beckons you to follow her back to the private ward. "She's resting in the private ward. Lady Euna is keeping her company. You're free to join them." She leaves you at the door and scurries off.

"Lady Euna has recovered." She beckons you to follow her back to the private ward. "She's in the private ward resting. A sister is watching over her until she's awakes, but you're free to join them now." She leaves you at the door and scurries off.

You slip into the private ward to find several sisters crowded around the bed where the recovered nun lies. Each is showing attention to a different part of her.

One sister is sucking the girl's toes. She runs her tongue between each one.

A second is knelt over the girl's sex, teasing her clit with the tip of her tongue.

A third and fourth are suckling their fellow sister's modest tits.

And at the girl's head is Euna. She's knelt over the girl's face with a knee on either side of her head. Her skirt is off, and the sister licks and sucks Euna's bald sexfurry quim as though starved.

"Oh hello," Euna says to you.

Like a flock of startled birds, the other sisters take flight. Nuns dart past you. Wimples flutter. Just like that, it's just you, Euna, and the ambrosia-drunk nun attacking her sex.

"Shy, aren't they?" Euna says.

"What was going on?" you ask.

"I encouraged the sisters to make this girl's recovery a little more relaxing," Euna replies. "I guess they're not supposed to."

The girl still tongues Euna, unaware that the other sisters are gone. She writhes as though their mouths are still upon her.

You slip into the private ward to find Euna alone with the nun, except the nun is not resting like you were just told.

Euna rests upon the bed. She's nude from the waist down, and the naked nun is between her spread legs, licking and suckling Euna's clit. Her hand is buried in Euna's sex past the wrist.

Euna motions for you to approach. "The girl had some pent-up energy, so I thought I'd direct it toward a productive outlet until you returned."

You slip into the private ward to find Euna alone with the nun, except the nun is not resting like you were just told.

Euna is upon the bed, and she's hold the naked sister in a matronly embrace. Her top is off, and the nun is suckling serenely from Euna's tit like a sleepy infant.

"Hello." Euna speaks in a hushed tone as though she might disturb the nun's nursing. "She's feeling better, as you can see."

When you approach, Euna holds her arms open for you. It surprises her when you flip her over, lie on her body, and pin her hands to beside her head. Ignoring her warm inviting snatch, you press your cock to her tight, unlubricated asshole and force your way in.

Euna cries out in pain. She tries her best to relax for you, but you're not giving her enough time. What follows is a mindless, loveless fucking while she clutches the bedsheets and tries not to cry out. Despite the rough treatment, despite her tears, she's gasping lustily soon enough, even if some of those gasps are choked sobs.

You fill her and get off. Her asshole is red and and enflamed. Her breathes raggedly and sniffles.

You toss her clothes onto her. "Get dressed. We're leaving."

Knowing her place, Euna rushes to obey.

"Get dressed," you say. "I want to leave."

Euna pouts. A frustrated whine escapes her, yet she obeys. However, she's quite sensual about dressing in front of you. It's demure and inviting.

Euna holds her arms open for you, but rather than join her, you orient her so her head hangs off the edge of the bed nearest you. Her mouth is already open to accept your hardening member.

You fuck her face with abandon while she clutches the bedsheets. Her tits wobble from your thrusts. Her body writhes and twitches. Her pelvis keeps lifting as though humping an invisible cock. Even as your balls slap her nose, her own pleasure builds as though she's getting more from this than you.

Somehow, your loveless fucking of her face causes her to climax, without a finger touching her cunt. Her spasms, and her moans make her throat vibrate against your cock. It sets you off. You bury deep and fire cum into her stomach until she's thrashing. Her orgasm only seems to grow stronger.

Afterward, she's left gasping, red-faced and tear-streaked. While you dress, she watches you from her upside down perch and licks spittle and cum from her lips.

You toss her clothes onto her. "Get dressed."

Stripping, you fall on top of her, and her limbs entwine about you. Her sex takes you into herself with ease, and every inch of your invading cock causes her a spasm of pleasure.

All throughout sex, she clings to you feverishly. "Oh Lord I love you." She kisses and nibbles your neck with frantic mania. "Fuck me. Fill me. I want to be yours forever." She seems out of breath she's so overcome, and she holds you to her so tightly it nearly squeezes the air out of you.

When you climax, she feels your throbbing cock inside her, and it sets her off. She screams out in a moan so powerful that the whole church must hear. Her cunt is vice-like upon your shaft, as though to hold you forever. Tears stream from her eyes, and her moans turn to sobs even as she convulses.

You've long since spent your load by the time she finally comes down. She weeps silently to herself until she grows more lucid.

"I'm sorry," she mutters. "It was just so... Everything about it was so beautiful. You've made me so happy." She sniffles. "Damn this ambrosia. It's so... overwhelming."

"Let's walk." You hand Euna her clothes. "It'll help you come down."

Outside the church, Euna's head begins to clear.

"That was the most painful session I've ever suffered on the pillory," Euna says.

"Are you all right?"

"I am now, yes, but back on the pillory, I didn't know how I was going to survive. I felt powerless. I was in absolute agony. I wished so much for a safety word, something I could do to make it end." She bites her lip. "But then it wouldn't have been the same if there was."

"You enjoyed it?"

"I don't know if that's the right word. But there was something thrilling about truly being at their mercy. I think... I think... I might have climaxed."

"On the pillory?"

"I don't know. Maybe that's not what it was. But after going far past what I thought I could handle, there was a... a sort of high." She ponders. "I think my true limit is far beyond what I think it is. Who knows?"

"They were especially cruel on the pillory today," Euna says. "It's a good thing I didn't have a safety word. I don't think I could have helped myself."

"Oh Lord that was all so intense," she says.

"What parts?"

"Everything. Every minute on that pillory is seared in my mind. And afterward in the church, it's... Well actually it's all a bit of a haze, but I remember it being quite gratifying. That ambrosia is amazing."

You slip into the private ward to find many more sisters tending to Euna than just one. Euna lies naked upon the bed, and each nun shows attention to a different part of her.

One is cradling Euna's head. She and Euna are lost in a deep kiss.

A second and third are sucking upon Euna's tits.

A fourth is knelt over Euna's sex. She's got two fingers buried in Euna while teasing Euna's clit with her tongue.

A fifth is sucking upon Euna's toes.

The fifth is the one who spots you. She gasps, and like a flock of startled birds, all the sisters take flight. Nuns dart past you, wimples tailing. Just like that, they're gone. Euna is left gasping from all their collective attention. She whines in frustration, until she notices you. Her body writhes from the ambrosia's sexual high, and her eyes beckon you.

You slip into the private ward to find Euna sleeping. She's nude and above the covers. The nun who's place she took sits nearby. She rises upon seeing you. "Euna will be just fine," she says, "but I must return to my duties now. Please pass along my thanks to Euna once again. I owe her a debt of gratitude."

"I'm sure she was quite happy to do so," you say.

She bows. "Please be careful with her. She'll be in the throes of the ambrosia's bliss, but it will pass as long as she relaxes." With that, she leaves.

You watch Euna. She twitches in her sleep. Her breath is shallow. Her pussy is engorged, and it's oozing juices onto the sheet. Her dreams must be pleasant.

With a soft gasp, her eyes open. She still writhes as though on the verge of climax. Her eyes light upon seeing you. "You're here," she whispers.

You approach.

You slip into the private ward to find Euna nude. She's not resting, but rather lying sideways along the bed so her head hangs off the side. The sister who's supposedly watching over her has her habit hiked up about her waist and is straddling Euna's upturned face. Euna is hungrily dining on her quim.

The moment the nun sees you, she jumps off Euna, who's left with her tongue waggling at nothing.

"I'm sorry," the nun corrects her habit. "That was... I must leave. Thank you both again." And face flushed, she departs before you can get a word in.

Euna lies on the bed before you, writhing in ambrosia lust. Her legs spread. Her sex is drenched. She bites her lip and looks at you invitingly.

"Love me... please..."

"Please... I need it..."

"Make love to me..."

Make love to her.

Toss Euna her clothes.

Sodomize her roughly.

Fuck her face.

Euna bats your arm. "You should know better than to ask a woman's age." To Janan. "You are a lovely woman whose age has done nothing to weather your beauty."

"I'm touched," Janan says. "But it's all right. How old would you guess I am?"

"It doesn't matter," Euna says, still warm with euphoria. "You're beautiful. I would happily warm your bed."

"That is a most generous offer," Janan eyes dance mischievously, "and one I will remember, but I don't mind discussing it. Tell me, how old do you think I am?"

Janan looks older than the most other people you've seen in this town. She's curvy and matronly, like a woman with several children, and possibly a grandchild or two.

Euna's guess is about the same as yours. "You seem like a lovely woman who's perhaps seen a few season more than forty."

"And if you visit me next season, I'll be a decade older."

"Truly?" Euna asks.

Janan nods. "Truly, unless I have cause to heal myself before then, but one day, the small doses I take will not be enough to offset my long-withheld age. As it should be."

"It's only the ambrosia," Janan says. "We gave her several spoonfuls. It has miraculous healing properties, but it makes one quite blissful... among other effects." She strokes the nun'sEuna's back, who in turn squirms pleasurably. "Don't worry. It'll wear off once she's walking about."

"Oh!" Janan says. "I nearly forgot to say. Please be careful about revealing this ambrosia to anyone. There are those who covet this ambrosia for its youth restoring properties. They would cause you harm even for this small amount."

"Besides bliss?" Janan glances at the nunEuna. "It stirs a fire within the loins, if you couldn't tell. But I advise you to resist the temptation. You should go to sleep. Or distract yourself with some other activity."

"Why?"

"When one succumbs to the stimulating draw of ambrosia, it makes them pliable, but so long as one resists it, their mind will remain clear."

"We shall." Euna stoops and gives the affectionate nun in her lap a kiss upon her head. Rising, she gives mother prefect Janan a hug. "If there is ever anything we can do for you, tell us."

"You are a good soul. Go in peace."

Outside the church, you and Euna walk together.

"That was quite an offer you just made," you say.

"They just handed us youthful vigor in a bottle because I tortured one of their sisters with less malice than they're accustom to. If there was ever a group of people who need help, it's them."

"That's fair, but I'm not sure how much two strangers to this land can do for that church."

"Those sisters are simply glad that somebody gives a damn about them, but we can help. We can always conduct the pillory crowds again. The sister I tormented today even told me what days are normally her turn."

"Really?"

"Really. She even told me I didn't need to go nearly as easy on her next time. Not once today did she use the safe word I gave her."

"Do you plan to go harder?"

"Without a doubt." Euna turns to you. "Today when I was standing on that platform stirring the audience, I swear to you, I cannot believe how aroused I was inflicting punishment on that sweet, innocent, willing young girl, and I wanted to go so much farther. I think being a mistress of pain is my true calling."

"And now that we have the ambrosia," you say, "you don't need to worry so much about maiming your prey."

"Exactly, which also means we can take our own games of sadism to greater extremes. I don't want you worrying about marring my body."

"Your body?"

"You are my teacher in all things sexual. It's through your torment that I learned how exquisite pain can be. So yes. My body. You will continue to inspire me, and I want you to go farther than before. Teach me with my body how to better torment others. So that I might become a master myself." Her eyes twinkle. "Just because I happen to enjoy your torment is entirely beside the point."

"Then I will step up my lessons."

"Good," she says. "In the meantime, I look forward to finding my own flock to put under my boot. And one day..." She taps your nose, "You will be a part of my flock. Now, where are we going?"

Euna finally stands still long enough for the nun to finish lacing her bodice. Once that's done, she turns a warm smile on Janan. Her eyes seem more lucid, though that doesn't stop her from throwing her arms around the mother prefect and molding her body against the woman. Her lips press to Janan's neck. "Thank you."

Janan reciprocates with a gentle, matronly hug. "You are a good child. Go in peace."

By the time you're outside the church, Euna is nearly back to normal.

"How are you feeling?" you ask.

"Just fine, now," she replies. "Actually, unbelievably well. I could dance for ages. And eat a whole banquet. Or sleep for an eternity. Or..." She bites her lip and eyes you suggestively. "Whatever I do, I feel like it will be amazing! And my injuries. Look!" She shows you the faded blemishes where she'd bled earlier today. "That ambrosia is remarkable. All for an hour in the pillory."

"Do you think you'd do it again?"

"For those sisters, I would do anything. They may be the most honest and good people I've ever known, but I didn't do it for them." She sidles close. "I did it because you ordered me to, and I will always obey. So it's up to you if I do it again."

"Good answer."

She leans on you as you two walk. "But if you ever do make me do it again," she says. "You don't have to go so easy next time. Or ever."

"I don't?"

She shakes her head. "My biggest fear with these masochistic games of ours was that I might forever mar my body, but now that we have the ambrosia, that's not a worry anymore. Is it?"

"How far do you want to take it?"

"I want you to make me scream," she says. "Make me bleed. Promise me, please. Promise me that you'll hurt me. I... want more."

"We'll see what happens."

"Now, where are we going, my master?"

Her lips press tight. "There are certainly those that are trying, but I have learned that the older one gets, the more often one must dose with ambrosia to maintain their youth."

"...Thus, they waste more and more ambrosia," you add.

"Unfortunately so."

"I seems so," Euna looks to mother prefect Janan. "Thank you kindly for your hospitality, and you..." She hugs the dazed nun's head to her lap. "I'll miss you most of all."

"Letzz go." Euna tries to crawl off the bed but loses the will half way, like someone sleeping in on a lazy morning. Biting her lip enticingly, she runs her hands up her body and over her breasts. "Hmmm," she moans sleepily.

Janan addresses the deferential nun standing by. "Please help Lady Euna dress."

"Of course mother." The nun fetches Euna's neatly folded clothes and helps Euna off the bed. Then she starts dressing her. Unfortunately, Euna isn't cooperating. She seems more interested in getting under the nun's clothes than putting her own on. The two are like a mother trying to dress a fidgeting child.

"Before you go..." Janan crosses to the locked cabinet again and uses the key around her neck to retrieve another bottle of shimmering liquid. "Please take this as a token of our gratitude. It's the ambrosia we use to heal ourselves of our injuries. I hope you will find a noble use for it."

Ambrosia added to inventory

"Not all wounds, no," Janan replies. "It won't regrow limbs or set a broken bone. It only accelerates the body's own healing, but it does so quite miraculously. We healed a man last week who had a torn leg. He should have limped the rest of his life, yet he walked out of here. And last month, one of our sisters was attacked by ruffians. She should have been disfigured, yet by morning she was back to her chores with nothing but faded scars."

"With one's fire stoked, they're amenable to suggestions. They can be convinced to do things they wouldn't otherwise do, especially acts of a sexual nature. It leaves one vulnerable to exploitation."

You both glance at the naked nun nuzzling her face in Euna's lap. Euna strokes the girl's back affectionately, causing the nun to purr.

"The church is a place of trust and respect, however," Janan adds. "As you can see. My sisters need not concern themselves with the ambrosia's effects here."

You both glance at Euna. The nun is still dressing her, but she's flustered by Euna's constant attempts to grope or be groped.

"Do not worry yourself," Janan says. "Euna is safe here. The church is a place of trust and respect. We will not allow anyone to take advantage of her here."

"It fills me with joy to hear you say that," Janan says, "but please understand that I give you this bottle without condition. If you do decide to use it to renew your life, then I sincerely hope those extra years are filled with wonder and prosperity."

"Thank you."

"However, I don't suggest you use it as such for many more years to come. Drinking all of that ambrosia while you're still so young would put it to waste."

"That is not a worry. Look here." Janan points out discolored scars on the nun'sEuna's body. "In a few weeks, her skin will be as pristine as fallen snow."

"What about more serious injuries?" you ask.

"Some serious marks may not completely disappear, but even those..." Janan hesitates. Abruptly, she turns her back to you and shrugs her habit off her shoulders to her waist, exposing her back to you.

It's covered in scars crisscrossing her entire back. All are faded as though decades old, but they were deep, and caused by instruments more sinister than the whips and switches used at the pillory.

"Oh my," Euna runs her fingers along Janan's back, tracing scars.

"Ohhh," Euna gasps. She steps away from the nun struggling to dress her to get a closer look, and she runs her fingers along the mother prefect's back.

"Ohhh," Euna gasps. She squirms onto all fours and reaches to run her fingers along the mother prefect's back.

"These wounds are years old," Janan says. "They are as faded as they'll ever get, I believe. Though perhaps it's simply my dosing. I allow myself far smaller doses of ambrosia than I allow for my Simori children. Perhaps if I drank more, even those too would fade."

"I would never have been so cruel as this if you'd been under my whip," Euna say, though she still traces the scars longingly.

"This look painful." Euna bites her lip suggestively. The mother prefect doesn't see this.

"They're already hardly noticeable," you add.

"You are very kind." Janan pulls her habit back over her shoulders. She's awkward about it, and that's how you realize that she had been clutching the front of her habit against her front, hiding her breasts from view. Only once she's fully covered does she turn around. Janan may have concealed them because she is incredibly well endowed, even for a voluptuous woman like her, but the impressions left in the fabric by her nipples are not simple bumps, but something more elaborate. It's unclear what exactly.

"I'm afraid I can't share that." Janan smiles apologetically. "Please don't take this as a sign of distrust. I would tell you if I could."

"Yes. It does rejuvenate the body. Unfortunately, that is the reason most desire this."

"Unfortunately?"

"I think so. That bottle you hold will restore one's youth by nearly twenty years. But that same bottle can heal a hundred patients from the brink of death."

"You think it should be used for healing only?"

"I understand the allure of youth, and I confess that my sisters and I have benefited from its rejuvenation because of the many times we've had to heal ourselves. But yes, I believe the ambrosia's primary use should always be to heal the injured first. There is only so much of it."

At that time, the bespectacled nun from before approaches. Spotting you, she motions you to come with her.

"She's recovered?" you asks.

"She's going to be just fine. Your lady is waiting for you." She guides you back toward the private ward off of the nave, speaking along the way. "I didn't have a chance to introduce myself before," she says. "I am Janan, the mother prefect of this church, and I wish to thank you on behalf of all the sisters here. You have shown us great compassion."

"Euna did all the work."

Janan nods. "I have heard what she did. It was a most unorthodox form of mercy."She has sacrificed for us. Not many in this city would do something like that."

You reenter the ward behind Janan to find an unexpected scene.

The nun is on the bed as before. She's clean and nude. Every bruise and cut that marred her has faded as though it had healed for months.

However, Euna is also on the bed. She's seated at the head with her skirt hiked up and her bare ass on the pillow. The nun is on her belly with her mouth pressed to Euna's bald slit.face buried in Euna's furred snatch.

Euna smiles and motions you to approach. "Come look at this." She pushes the nun's face away from her crotch. The sister's eyes are contentedly drooped. She has her tongue out, and she's worming it around as though she hasn't registered yet that Euna's pussy is no longer before her.

Euna stifles a grin, even Janan chuckles, and finally the nun gives a drunken smile. No one seems to care about the sex act that'd just been going on.

Euna swings her leg over and sits on the bed beside the mother prefect. "She seems to be doing better."

"Very much so." Janan sits beside Euna and strokes the nun's hair. "Thank you both so much for everything you've done to ease her burden."

Euna is on the bed as before. She's clean and naked. Every bruise and cut that marred her is faded as though it had healed for months.

But more interestingly, the nun who's place Euna took is sitting at the head of the bed. Her robe is open, and she sits with her bare ass on the pillow and her loincloth pulled aside. Euna lies on her belly along the bed with her face buried in the nun's furred snatch.

Upon seeing you, the nun pushes Euna away and corrects her robe. A bashful blush comes over her, as she scurries off the bed and stands off to the side in deference.

Mother Prefect Janan doesn't seem to even notice. She sits down on the bedside and strokes Euna's hair. Euna rolls over like a stretching kitten, her thighs squeezing together. Her tongue worms about as though it were still buried in the nun's snatch.

"Feeling better?" Janan asks.

Euna nods and gives her a big drunken smile. Her tongue still hangs out.

"I'm glad." Janan plants a kiss on the top of Euna's head. Euna belatedly puckers her lips to kiss the mother prefect back, not realizing that Janan has already straightened back up.

You enter a hall built along the church's side. Rows of oval-shaped windows provide natural sunlight, making this the brightest and warmest room you've seen in the church so far.

people lie upon cordoned mats. They seem to be from the city, and this must be the temple's infirmary wing. Some lie shivering under covers. Some have bandaged limbs. Occasionally people give sickly coughs or moans. Two Simori sisters scurry from one patient to the next. One provides meals. Another is bathing patients with a cloth and a bowl of water.

You're in the church's medical wing. Natural sunlilght warms the air. Two sisters tend to the patients. All is quiet except for the occasional cough and stir.

It looks like the patient whom the sister is bathing is giving her a hard time.

Investigate the matter.

"Come. It'll only take a minute. Or two," says a gruff, bearded man lying on a mat. His sheets are pulled aside, and his tunic is pulled up to reveal an unimpressive midsection of flabby girth and body hair. His manhood is stiffened to rubber.

The sister is trying to wipe down his legs and chest. "I'm sure you'll be just fine."

"You're the one who did this." He points to his member. "It's only right you put it back down. If you don't, I'll be hard all night thinking about you. I won't get to sleep, and I still need my sleep." To emphasize his point, he coughs.

With a grunt, the sister pushes him on his side so she can clean his buttocks and thighs. "You can handle it yourself if you get my meaning. I've got other patients to tend to."

"I'm no good at it on my own." The man sees you. "Hey, you agree, right? She toweled me off all tender-like, and she got me eh... peeking up. She should bring it down, shouldn't she? A quick suck won't hurt her." He gives you a quick conspiratorial grin that she can't see.

You face the nun.

"You should just ignore him."

"I am a master healer, and this man is right. You must take care of his arousal."

"I am a master healer, and this man is right, so I will volunteer to suck him off."

You're in the temple's vestibule. There's a door leading out to the city, but it wouldn't be a good idea to leave without Euna.

A sly look comes over her and she faces the nun with new eyes. When she undoes the knot of her bodice, the audience perks up. Euna pulls her bodice down. Her tits fall free. Everyone hoots. She struts around the nun tracing the lash along the girl's flank. All the while, she gives the audience enticing come-hither looks and works her bodice looser and looser.

It's a striptease, and the audience is loving it. As a result, the nun has a reprieve from their attention.

Euna sways her hips and caresses herself. Sometimes she bends low, thrusting her ass toward the audience, and murmurs to the nun while holding the girl's chin up with the lash's handle. Her burlesque show is expert enough that no one realizes that she's intermingling a private conversation with the nun.

She snakes out of her skirt, baring her shaved pussy to appreciative hoots and hollers. The audience loves it, but she can't ignore the nun any longer.

Euna hikes one leg over the pillory, yanks the nun's head up, and presses her pussymuff to the nun's face.

"Let me feel your tongue deep, sister," Euna commands. "Or feel the lash."

The nun tongue's her folds. Euna basks in pleasure, and the audience hoots and hollers. She playfully slides her fingers along the nun's back as though to play with the blood, but you can see that she's collecting it into the thimble. Blood coats her arm, and she licks it off with vampirish delight. She squeezes her own tits in pleasure, leaving dark red smears.

Euna starts entertaining herself by flicking the lash along the nun's body. "Tongue harder, sister. I will wail in ecstasy, or you will wail in pain." She aims some lashings around the side to whip the nun's hanging tits. The lash cracks, but the strikes aren't nearly has hard as they sound. The red streaks left on the nun's breasts are from the blood already on the lash.

After minutes of showy moans and salacious writhing, Euna clutches the nun's head and grinds against her face while screaming out. It's so theatrical you doubt she's actually climaxing at all, but the audience frenzies all the same.

Afterward, guard decides the show is over. He takes back the lash and escorts Euna off the platform.

She runs her tongue and hands along the nun's tortured body, licking and smearing. What people don't see is that she's also collecting. The thimble is full, and she keeps it hidden in her palm. Next, she fondles the nun's sex. The crowd laughs when the nun cringes away.

With one last coy glance to her audience, Euna spreads the girl's ass and buries her tongue in the woman's gash. The nun wails and cringes away helplessly. Euna comes up for air occasionally and gives the nun a slap on the ass, leaving bloody hand prints, but then she gets right back to dining.

The crowd cheers, but some chant. "Make her bleed. Make her bleed."

This isn't enough. Euna brandishes the whip, and with a crack, she brings it down ...on her own ass.

And again, and again, leaving bright red lines. She then offers the whip to a man in the crowd and goes back to dining. The man gets it. He takes over whipping Euna while Euna laps at the nun's pussy. Red welts score Euna's rump, but she seems determined to finish what she's started.

Minutes later, Euna brings the nun to a trembling orgasm. The girl wails both in shame and ecstasy, and the audience frenzies.

The guard decides Euna has done enough. He escorts her off the stage and finds someone else.

A distance away, Euna dresses and cleans herself of blood, and you stow the sample.

"Quite a performance," you say. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you enjoyed molesting that woman."

"I consulted her first about everything I did to her," Euna replies. "And she consented. The rest was acting."

"So naturally you weren't actually enjoy yourself at all."

Her eyes twinkle. "Not a single little bit."

"She was only pretending to hate it so the audience would think I was humiliating her."

"I knew I saw you two talking. You have a knack for working a crowd."

"I only did it to give the poor woman a moment of mercy. It was all for her."

"And getting someone to whip you?"

She squeezes her welted rump. "The crowded needed someone to whip. Why not someone who'd enjoy it a little more?"

"And not a single bit for you?"

Her eyes twinkle. "Maybe a little bit was for me."

Euna looks at you incredulously. She seems to consider the idea, but soon hands the lash back to the guard.

Euna swipes the thimble along the nun's legs to scoop up rivulets of blood. The audience has no idea what to make of this. Fortunately, Euna finishes before they grow impatient. She whispers something in the nun's ears and hops off the stage.

You two escape the crowd while the guard picks someone else. The nun, despite her plight, watches Euna curiously, even once another person starts lashing her.

Blood added to inventory

"We can try," she says.

You both shoulder to the front of the crowd. Unfortunately, the blood on the platform is too little to collect.

"Maybe you could get up there and get some?" You have to yell over the crowd.

"Me? Why me?"

You hand her the thimble. "Because you're a pretty girl. They'll let you on the stage before they let me up there."

"I think they're only letting people up there to torment her, and I'm certainly not going to do that."

The guard stops the man currently whipping the nun and looks for a new punisher. People clamber and plead, but his eyes fall on Euna. He pulls her to the platform. Everyone cheers. The guard thrusts the leather lash into her hand.

Euna couldn't look more bewildered. She looks at the poor nun, and then to you. The crowd is loud, but you could mouth words to her.

Get the blood.

Give em a show.

You arrive at a great building with steps leading up to a pillared entrance. To the side is a training yard where uniformed guards spar against each other and fire arrows at target dummies. It's the city barracks.

Out front is a clearing, and in the center is a platform with a pillory.

You are at the barracks.

Today, a crowd is gathered around the central pillory. The nun you saw earlier today giving food to vagrants is locked in it, bent over with her hands and neck secured in place. She's been stripped of her habit, leaving only her wimple covering her head. Her bare ass is exposed to the crowd. Her breasts drape beneath her.

The crowd jeers. They pelt the woman with fruits. A man is behind her with a leather lash. He's flogging her ass with hard, fast strokes. The lash cracks against her skin. Blood lines drip down from crisscrossing welts onto the platform.

The man moves to her side and starts bringing the lash down on her back. With each strike, the nun winces. Tears stain her face.

"And this is what she gets for feeding the poor?" Euna says. "This is wrong."

"I don't know," you say. "You're saying the crack of that lash isn't making you wet?"

She rolls her eyes. "This shouldn't be forced on someone who doesn't enjoy rough play."

The man whipping the nun gets carried away. He makes wild overhead swings which leave deep gashes. A supervising guard catches his hand and orders him off the platform.

The nun is left with blood running down her back, but already people are trying to climb up to continue her punishment. The guard stops all but one, a woman. She has a bucketful of mud, which she upturns over the nun's head. The mud cakes the nun's face under a wash of brown. The crowd cheers.

"I wish there was something we could do for her," Euna says.

You're standing before a church—large circular building whose curving walls are made of marble, and whose roof is a massive dome. Though the building is a marvel of engineering, it's spartan and efficient design contrasts with the city around it.

The symbol above the double wooden doors shows the silhouette of a bird creature with its winged arms outstretched. From its waist down, it has the body of a lion, but upward, it has the features of a beautiful human female, its bare breasts prominent.

You're standing before the church.

You're again in the festival before the palace. Hundreds dance as minstrels perform. Entertainers perform all manner of feats for a passing audience. Many are drunk and in various states of undress. Lascivious behavior is everywhere.

"What? Why?" she asks.

"It's getting in the way of the harness."

"So? It wasn't a problem last time."

"It was, actually. Don't you remember how awkward it was?"

"I managed. I don't want to be exposed to everyone."

"You already were. The first time the rope caught your fall, your skirt rode up about your waist. It'll be safer and more comfortable if you just take off your skirt."

After a moment of narrowed eyes, Euna shimmies her skirt down to her ankles. Her bald pussy is exposed.Her furred pussy is exposed. "I will trust you, though I know I shouldn't. If you're just taking advantage of me, then shame on you."

"Are you serious. Why?"

"The rope isn't really secure that way."

"The rope doesn't even pass over my bodice. How would it help?"

"It doesn't matter," you say. "I'm telling you to take it off."

"Oh! I see. As you wish."

"It's plenty secure. I don't see how it would make a difference." She regards you. "Just admit that you want me to take my top off and I'll do it. There's no need for this charade."

"Okay then, I do."

"You do what? Ask nicely."

"Please, Your Highness. I would like you to remove your top for me."

"Very well. That's all you had to say."

Euna unfastens her bodice and tugs it off overhead. She is left fully nude before you.

"Again with climbing?" she asks. "Skirt off, I suppose."

"It's for the best."

She whisks away her skirt and stands before you exposed.

"Very well." She hikes up her skirt about her waist, exposing her bald slit.furry muff.

Euna sighs. "This again..." She holds up her skirt and chemise, but keeps it just low enough to remain descent.

"I think I'd actually prefer to work my wiles upon the guards instead," she says. "It works."

"Maybe, but today let's climb."

"Perhaps we'd have better luck getting past the guards," she says.

"Perhaps we'll try another day."

You tie the rope runs down her ass and along her slit. Any weight will torture her there. Euna regards you demurely as you make sure it's nice and tight.

You wrap opposite lengths of rope around her waist and twirl them together behind her back. The combined length then runs between her legs, going down the valley of her ass and over her vulva. In the front, you tie the ropes into the knot from which you'll belay her.

"Interesting harness," Euna says dryly.

"It's not too tight, is it?"

"It will become very tight in a very uncomfortable place if I put my weight on the rope."

"Good. Maybe now you'll actually try climbing instead of letting me pull you up."

"You weren't pulling me up. I was climbing."

"Then this should be no problem then, right?"

Her eyes narrow. "Interesting... And if I should slip and fall onto this rope?"

"This will encourage you not to," you reply.

She bites her lip. "A harsh punishment. I see you believe in teaching with the stick."

"You'll thank me once you're an expert climber."

First, you climb up and then help her afterward. Puffing and sweaty, she glances over the other side to make sure no one is around before straddling the wall.

If anyone were to look up, they'd see her sitting here bottomless.

"This is exposed," she says. "I'm going to be mooning the town the entire way down the other side."

"So? Weren't you before? Anyone below could always have looked up your skirt."

"This is different." She gestures to her naked lower half. "Maybe we should have you climb without pants so you can know what it's like. Now hurry. Get me down the other side before someone sees us."

You belay her down. The moment she's on the street, she takes cover behind a crate and dresses.

By the time you're down, she's decent.

"That was interesting," she says. "Though far less necessary than you made it out to be. I feel like the whole city saw my intimates?"

"And if they did?"

She thinks, blushes. "Then I hope they like what they saw. Let's get moving."

First, you climb up. Next, you belay her. With the rope running over her slit, she's forced to actually climb, and any time she starts slowing down, you pull on the rope to encourage her along.

First, you climb up. Next, you belay her. With the rope running over her slit, she's forced to actually climb instead of relying on you to pull her weight. As a result, her progress is tedious.

First, you climb up. Next, you belay her. Though she climbs some, she relies heavily upon the rope. You're supporting much of her weight. The few times you leave her with a little slack, she refuses to move until you make the rope taught again.

Today, she actually makes it on her own, at a good clip too. After cresting the top, she takes a moment to breath and fan her sweaty brow, then inspects the damage between her legs. Hardly more than a red strip.

"Either I'm getting too good," she says. "Or you're going to easy on me. That was hardly a challenge."

You help her down the other side, and then you climb down yourself. On the other side, she lets you unfasten the rope from around her waist.

After she's over and down, you climb down after her.

Euna inspects her groin. The ropes have left her vaginal lips red and tender. "Not too bad," she says.

You take the slack out of the rope and pull.

"Ow, ow. Stop. What are you doing?"

"You're taking too long," you say.

"This is hard. Stop." Euna scrabbles up the wall as best she can. Every gain she makes only buys her seconds before you pull the slack out of the rope. The longer she delays, the harder you pull.

Two-thirds up. "Stop. I need to rest!"

"You're almost there. Keep going." You pull, but this time she doesn't move. You put your weight into it, still nothing.

"I give up," she says. "Can you pull me up?"

"It's going to hurt."

"I accept my punishment."

"If you really do, take your hands off the rope, and I'll pull you up."

A mischievous look comes over her. She forces herself to let go of the rope. At first, she squirms, but her eyes lock onto yours, and she stills.

Once you've hauled her to the top, she swings her leg over and inspects her crotch. The rope is biting into her slit. Her labia hugs the hemp. Her flesh is an angry red, and she winces at the slightest touch.

"Ready to go down the other side?" you say.

She steels herself and swings her leg over. "I'm ready. Am I to try climbing again? Or is my punishment to continue?"

"What do you think?"

The same look comes over her. She dangles her weight on the rope. It hurts even more now. Every jostle causes her to whimper. The moment she's on the ground, Euna sits and tends to her tortured groin.

She grasps the rope instead of the wall. Suddenly, you're having to supporting most of her weight. She stares up at you with a look of satisfaction, even as she grimaces.

"That must be painful," you say.

"Very. But if it's the price for a rest, then I accept my punishment. In fact, I think I'm done." Euna kicks away from the wall. "You can pull me up, because I'm not climbing any more."

"Or I could leave you dangling?" You shift the rope a little, causing her to jiggle. She winces, but remains firm.

"You can. How long can you hold me up? As long as I can take this pain? I bet not." Staring you in the eye, she lets go of the rope. "You better get pulling before your arms get tired."

You haul her up. By the time she's at the top, your arms and back are burning.

"You've outwitted me," you say.

"Of course." Euna inspects her crotch. The rope is biting into her slit. Her labia hugs the hemp. Her flesh is an angry red, and though she winces at the slightest touch, she seems unconcerned. "You're mistake was turning me on to pain. Now. I'll give you a minute to rest, and then you're lowering me down the other side."

"You want more?"

"I said I was done climbing, didn't I?" She swings over to the other sides and dangles, forcing you to lower her by rope. At the bottom, she waits patiently for you.

You climb down, which is a chore given how tired your arms are. Euna is dressed and out of the harness by the time you're on the ground. She's inspecting herself once again. A bright red welt runs between her tender pussy and ass. She will certainly be sore.

"Was it worth it?" you ask.

"What's a little pain for the rest of the day? Shall we go?"

You climb up and then help her afterward. At the top, she straddles the wall. She glistens with sweat, and her nude body is plain to see from many streets, yet she doesn't cover herself. Actually, she's rocking her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy against the marble. One hand traces her thighs and waist.

"Anyone could look up here," she says. "They'd see me sitting upon their wall completely nude. What do you think they'd say?"

"Now that's a beautiful view."

"Of course they would." Her hand trails and circles her breast.

"Maybe you should give them a show," you say.

She grins. "I tantalizing idea, though foolhardy for how treacherous this wall is. We should get down."

She swings her other leg over the wall and climbs down. By the time you catch up, she's already dressed. "That was interesting," she says. "But so absolutely unnecessary."

"Who cares about that?"

"You don't. Clearly. Shall we get moving?"

After climbing up, you belay her. Unlike before, she's not so quick to let you support her weight and actually climbs with her own two hands. As a result, she inches up the wall.

Many times when you pull up the slack, she snatches the rope to keep you from pulling too tight.

Part way up, she halts and just clings to the wall. "My arms are getting tired."

"You've got to finish."

"My grip is getting weak."

"You're almost there."

You feel tension in the rope. She's resting on the harness, despite what it's digging into.

"I can pull you up if you'd like," you pull a little.

She winces and catches the rope. "No. Ow. No."

"Then climb. The longer you take, the more tired you'll get."

Several painstaking minutes later, she crests the top, sweaty and exhausted. The moment she's straddling the marble, she clutches her exhausted arms, and then inspects the ropes. It's pressed into her gash. When she pulls it away, it reveals a red mark running over her ass and pussy. The flesh looks tender. "You're devious."

"But look. You climbed almost entirely without help."

"Almost." She rubs her tender slit. "Next time I'll do better."

"Next time?"

Her eyes twinkle. "You are right. I actually climbed. Looks like I just needed motivation. But I don't think I can take any more for now."

You unfasten the part of the rope between her legs. After belaying her, you climb down and join her. She already has the harness off and is massaging herself between her legs.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

"I'll be fine. Let's get moving."

She grins. "I like that idea."

"I figured you would. Shall we go?"

"We shall," she replies.

Her eyes narrow. "Interesting fantasy of yours..."

"You've hopelessly fallen for my roguish charms."

"Mmhmm. So we ran away together?"

"Your parents didn't approve of our love."

"I'm certain," she says, "and why should I go along with this story?"

"It works. It explains why you don't have any wealth with you, and why we're so far from home."

She mulls it over. "It does serve its purpose. I suppose that makes me the infatuated young woman who's attracted to danger. I'll see if I can play the part. Shall we?"

Together, you emerge from the alley way.

You arrive at a garden plaza surrounded by homes. Pleasant walking paths pass along bushes and trees and well-manicured flower beds. Pleasing smells fill the air, from lavender, to rose, to cinnamon. It's isolated here. No one is about, though there are the sounds of distant festivities.

"Oh my," Euna wanders around. She smells a few flowers. "It reminds me of the palace garden back home. It's beautiful here."

"It is," you agree.

"Where shall we go?"

You're in the garden plaza. Sculpted flora and enticing scents surround you.

Euna presses her bottom against the guard's hand, signaling him to go ahead.

The guard chuckles. "Aren't you a friendly noble. You like this?" He squeezes her ass fiercely. Euna winces and presses her lips together. In no time, the guard moves his hand down to her pussy and presses two fingers into her. They slide in easily. "You really like this."

The other guard presses his finger into her anus, slowly worming it in and out. Euna wriggles her butt at the attention, encouraging them to push deeper. They take their time fingering her holes.

A loud cough comes from someone waiting farther down the line. The guards remember that they have a job to do and pull away.

"You're certainly a noble," the guards say. "Head on in."

Euna drops her skirt and the two of you scamper into the city.

"A wonderful show." you say.

"Lord, I loved it! It was so delightfully sinful. Shame there were others in line." She glances at you. "You know, I would have gone farther, if you'd wanted me to."

"I'll remember that," you reply.

Euna stiffens, but she does not move from her exposed position. She accepts it as the guards squeeze and caress her ass. It's as though they're inspecting a grade of meat. One of them massages her slit. He slides two fingers inside of her.

Euna squeaks and recoils. "All right. Surely you've seen enough." Straightening, she hurriedly drops her skirt.

"Fair enough." The guards are grinning. "Go on through."

You and Euna head through the gate.

Inside the city, she turns to you. "I'm sorry. It was just... I got a little scared."

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have let them touch you." you say.

"No, no. It's fine. I liked it. I just got scared. Please, don't stop pushing me."

You grin. "As you wish, Your Highness."

Euna flinches. Her hands move to pull her skirt down, but she holds back. Despite her nervousness, her slit is quite wet. The guards take turns sliding their fingers into her. Satisfied, one nods. "Looks good. Head on in you two."

She drops her skirt and you both head into the town.

"How did I do?" she asks.

"Lovely. Did you enjoy yourself."

"I thought I was going to faint. My heart is racing, but Heavens was that arousing!"

"I could tell."

"What shall we do now?"

"I see you're not asking anymore," she says.

"No, I'm not," you say, grinning.

"I suppose I have no choice then. I did ask you to help broaden my horizons." Her eyes twinkle.

You both approach the guards. They grin at the sight of her. "No signets?"

"A show? As in expose myself to them?" she asks.

"Yes."

"Have you ever considered that simply flirting with them might be enough?"

"It might be, but you're going to do more than that."

She regards you momentarily. "Very well. I did ask you to help broaden my horizons.

You both approach the guards. They wave you closer. "Signets."

"We don't have any," Euna says.

"Why not?"

"My servant is most forgetful," she replies.

"I am forgetful," she replies.

"You know, I'm starting to think you're not noble born after all."

"Only nobles and natives get in here. And I don't think you're a noble."

"Nonsense." Without pause, Euna yanks down her bodice. Her ample breasts spill free. "These are not some commoner bags. Look at how smooth my skin is." She sensuously rubs her fingers around her nipples. "Look at how pink and tender these are." She tweaks and pulls at them until both stand out. "These, men, are noble breasts. Surely you can see this."

The guards smirk at one another. It seems they've conspired beforehand on what to do in this event.

"I don't know..." one says. "I've seen good tits on plenty of wenches. I don't think those prove anything."

Euna sees where this is going.

"I see. If my high-class bosom isn't enough. This surely will be." Turning around, she hinges at the hip and flips her skirt onto her back. Both men have prime views of her bare ass. "Surely this is not the buttocks of common rabble." Reaching between her legs, she strokes the globes of her ass, then slides two fingers down either side of her pussy. "And this is certainly not a commoner's snatch. It is a fine flower. You must see that."

They scrutinize it, acting undecided. "I suppose you might be right. What do you think?" one asks the other

"I'd have to think about it," the other replies, "but I guess we can let them in for now. Go on you two."

Euna fixes her skirt and scoops her breasts back into her bodice. You both hurry along inside.

"You showed them a bit more than usual," than I expected," you say, "not that I'm complaining."

She shrugs. "They raised the stakes."

"You'll have to show it every time now."

"I guess I will, won't I? How unfortunate."

The guard stops. Euna looks clearly relieved.

"Oh, fine," they say. "She's noble enough. Go on, you two."

You lower Euna's skirt, and you both hurry through the gate.

"Those men certainly take liberties, don't they?" she says.

"I hope it wasn't too much."

"It's fine. Actually, I'm rather taken with the idea of men groping me simply because you want it. It's so lewd. Though I'm not sure I'd go through with it."

"Maybe you just need a push."

"Maybe."

The guards stop. "Oh, fine," they say. "She's noble, sure enough. Go on, you two."

Euna lowers her skirk, and both of you hurry through the gate.

"You didn't have to stop him," she says. "Maybe they needed to get a good feel before they could be sure."

"That wouldn't be very gentlemanly of them."

"And I'm not much of a lady these days either."

"Me? Flirt with him?" She glances at the guard. "How?"

"Just smile. Act friendly. Compliment him. It should be easy."

"What if it doesn't work?" she asks.

"Then no harm done. Besides," you pull her close and whisper, "you could always show him a little. That would definitely work."

"No!" she bats at you. "I couldn't possibly do that."

"Are you sure? It doesn't turn you on to know how much the guards would treasure the sight of your body?"

She grins, remembering that sultry conversation. "That's all fun to fantasize about, but actually doing it...?"

"I dare you to."

She thinks. "Fine. I'll flirt with him, but that's it."

You two get up to the guard. "Welcome to Cockaigne," the guard mutters. "Signets, please."

"Hello there," she says alluringly. My "useless slave here forgot to bring my signet when we left home. "My friend and I only just now realized we left our signets at home. I don't suppose you could let us through. Surely you can see I'm nobility."

The guards smile patiently. "Listen, Lady," one says. "I hear that story a hundred times a day."

"I'll be grateful if you did. You'd be my favorite pair of guards."

"You'll have to do better than that."

"Maybe I could show you something in return." With quivering hands, she raises the hem of her dress suggestively.

The guards' eyebrow rise. He watches her, intrigued.

Euna steels herself, then yanks her dress up, revealing her baldblond, furry pussy.

The guards stare with blank expressions, then the first chuckles. "All right, little lady. That gets you in today. Move on in."

Releasing her breath, Euna drops her dress. She's gasping as you escort her in the gate.

"Oh, my heavens," she says. "I can't believe I did that."

"That was amazing," you say.

"I feel like I'm going to pass out."

"But it worked. You were lovely. When I said show a little, I meant your breasts. You surprised me."

"I can't very well show him my breasts while wearing this chemise, can I?" she says. "Did I go too far?"

"Not at all! That was so sexy."

"I felt terrified. I wonder what he thinks of me?"

"He probably thinks you're a beautiful women he was lucky enough to ogle, but who cares what he thinks? How do you feel?"

"I feel... I feel so naughty. It went against everything I've been taught."

"Would you do it again?"

"Yes! That was so exciting! Should I not? It was inappropriate. I certainly shouldn't have."

"Which is what made it so amazing," you say. "Don't worry. You'll get a chance to do it again. But later. We're inside now."

"Yes," she says, calming down. "Where shall we go?"

Euna's eyes light. She studies the guards mischievously. "I think so."

You and Euna approach the guards.

"You again," one guard says. "Don't suppose you remembered your signet this time."

"I forgot." She swallows. "But maybe I could, uh... convince you to let us in again?"

"Maybe." Both guards gather closer. "Let's see what you've got."

Euna glances back at the others in line. Steeling herself, she unfastens the lace of her bodice. Once it's loose, she yanks the neckline of her chemise down, letting her breasts spill out. She hoists them from beneath to show the men their heft and suppleness.

"Surely these are nobleborn breasts, aren't they?"

The guards grin. "They sure are. All right, both of you. Get on in."

You and Euna scamper by. She's hastily tucking her breasts away. Inside the gate, she gasps. "Lord, that's so exhilarating! I still can't believe I'm doing it."

"I noticed you didn't show them your flower this time."

"No," she says firmly. "That was only that one time. Because I panicked. I might be enjoying this, but I do have my limits."

His eyes pop. He looks Euna over. "You? You want to..."

Euna steps close to him. "To suck your cock." She takes his hand and presses it to her belly. She guides him up, giving him a feel of her breasts, her neck, and when his fingers brush her lips, she sucks on one of his digits. "Just say yes, and come with me. I will suck every last drop of your cum."

"...Okay."

"Good boy. Come along then."

His eyes pop. He looks Euna over. "You? Really?"

"Sure, she will," you reply. "Isn't that right, Euna?"

"Of course," she replies. "I'll suck whatever cock you tell me to."

"There you go," you say to the stablehand. "So do we have a deal?"

"...Okay."

His eyes pop. He looks Euna over. "You? Really?"

"How about it?" Euna asks. "I promise you'll enjoy yourself."

"...Okay."

Her eyes widen. "Him?" She glances the stableboy over. "Just to get us inside?"

"Why not?"

"Because it's so unnecessary. You could just bribe him. With anything. You're only suggesting this because you want to see if I'll do it."

"And you're saying you don't want to?" you ask. "Look at that young lad. He's hardly a man. He will be floating among the clouds if you do this for him. He'll never forget you. Wouldn't you want to do it just for that alone? To hold his pleasure in your hands? Not to mention, what do you think his cock will feel like between your lips?"

Her eyes widen. "Him?" She glances the stableboy over. "Just to get us inside?"

"You've already shown your lips can open doors for us."

She hesitates. Her expression is of fear and mischief.

Then, "Okay! I'll do it, but let me do the talking." Euna struts toward the boy. "Hello again."

"Yeah? Hi."

"We are going to go into that stable," she says, "and not only are you going to let us, you're going to help us in there. Do you want to know why?"

"Why?"

She leans and whispers in his ear. When she pulls away, he simply nods, stupified.

"Then come along," she says.

Then her eyes light. "Yes, of course. If you wish to offer me to that boy, then I will obey."

You return to the boy. "We really need to get into that stable," you say. "So how about if you take my lady here around back and have her suck you off. Will that get us in?"

Eyes wide, the stableboy looks Euna up and down. He nods.

"Very good." You nudge her toward the lad.

Then her eyes light. "Yes. Let's do it."

You return to the stableboy. "How about this. Will you let us in if my lady here sucks you off?"

Eyes wide, he studies Euna up and down.

She peers back at him with a sultry look. "It'll be worth your while," she says.

He simply nods.

"Oh, my." The merchant leers at her.

"One moment." Euna pulls you by your arm out of earshot of the man. "What exactly are you expecting me to do with the man?"

"Encourage him to talk."

"By doing what? Sleeping with him?"

"You could probably just suck him off."

"This man is a complete stranger. And he's repulsive."

"Yes, he is, and how truly depraved is it that you're about to pleasure him for information?"

She grins incredulously. "You're being serious. You actually want me, the tsarivna of Ruthgar, to debase myself with this man?"

"That's right. It's the last thing a tsarivna should ever want to do."

Her mind works. Her grin widens. "This has nothing to do with the information, does it?"

"It's an added bonus. Nothing more."

Euna bites her lower lip. Her eyes are alight with fear and excitement, and she nods.

You both return to the merchant. Euna is trembling like a leaf.

"Do we have a deal?" you ask the man.

Startled, Euna looks right at you. You grin, which seems to reassure her. She turns back and nods, trembling, but excited.

He eyes her hungrily. "If the young lady would care to, I'm sure we can reach an understanding."

"I think we can," Euna says.

"Then come with me, my dear." He heads back toward a nearby alley between two row houses. You follow, which he doesn't complain about, most likely because he doesn't want to leave you near his wares.

His hands are upon her immediately. He fondles both of her breasts through her bodice. She loosens it and lets it drop, giving him free access. He eyes them like a man beholding treasure. She lifts one and offers it suggestively, and he lowers to sucks her nipple. He switches breasts a few times. While sucking one, he's fondling the other.

Euna has her head thrown back, lost in lust, when the man's hand snakes down and under the waist of her skirt. She gasps as his fingers find her sex, and while she allows him access, you see her eyes are open now, watching him cautiously.

The moment he tugs at her skirt, she catches him. This causes him to stare at her dubiously. She smiles in return and sinks to her knees, kissing his sweating, fat-laden torso the whole way down. His crotch is level with her head once she's sitting on her feet. She tugs his breeches down, revealing a large, engorged cock in a forest of curly, damp hair.

Without missing a beat, Euna plays with the cock in her hands. It lurches to its full size. She rubs the end along her breasts, smearing precum, until finally reaching her mouth. She sucks on the end and slowly takes its length down her throat.

"Oh, my dear lady," the man mutters.

She chokes on his cock until it's sopping with her viscous drool, then sandwiches it between her tits. With her ample cleavage, she easily envelopes his cock. The man moans as she bobs them up and down upon his shaft. The tip of his penis reaches her mouth, which she periodically sucks as she pleasures him, though his potbelly is getting in her way.

The merchant gets excited and begins thrusting his pelvis into her breasts. He's close.

"Do you think you could remember who sold it to you now?" you ask.

Euna understands. She slows until she's merely playing her breasts casually about his cock. She looks up at him inquisitively.

"Oh, blast you two." He snaps. "Damien sold it to me. Will you finish?"

"Where can we find him?"

"Find him?" he says histerically. "Damien De Castilla. How can you be here and not know him? He one of the lords of the cove."

"Okay, but where is he?"

"Bah! You can find him in the Siren on any night, playing his damn dice games, I'm sure. Now, my dear, kindly finish what you've started."

She looks to you. You nod.

She begins tit-fucking his cock with vigor. Within a minute, his cock spews a load of cum upon her neck. She takes the head of his cock in her mouth and catches the rest. After milking him dry, she tugs his breeches back up.

"Well then," the man says. He tosses you the broach. "I suppose our business is concluded."

Tucking it away, you bow to him, and he heads back to his kiosk. Euna is lacing up her bodice. Cum is running down between her breasts.

"I'm sorry," she says.

"For what?"

"You wanted me to have sex with him, but I... I just couldn't. I promise I'll—"

You stop her. "Euna. That was amazing. It was one of the most erotic things I've ever seen you do. You seduced him."

"I did, didn't I? And we learned what we needed."

"We did," you say.

"But you know," she says, grinning evilly "I would have done it even if there was nothing to gain. Just because you told me to."

"Would you now?"

"Oh heavens, yes. I cannot believe how aroused I am right now." She places her hands on the wall and bends over, revealing her drooling sex. "Please, I need more."

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"Of course," Euna says. She kneels between Slug's legs. Her hand caresses over his swollen testicles. "Is this what you want?" she asks.

He nods, almost fearful that if he should speak, this might somehow make this end.

She plays her hands upon his shaft, smearing the rivulets of pre-cum along it. His cock twitches in response.

"You're sensitive," she says.

"Yes," he breaths. "Please, just a little more. It won't take much."

"Just a little more?" She plays her finger along the ridge of his crown. "Is that all it would take?" She's clearly enjoying herself.

"Yes, Oh Ohh," He moans. "So close."

Euna unfastens her bodice. She levers his cock toward her and plays the tip along her stomach. Gooey trails of precum smear along her belly. She trails it up her belly in a meandering path until it reaches the valley between her breasts. Leaning in, squeezes her breasts around his cock. The precum bubbling from his tip makes wet, sticky noises as she massages her globes about his shaft.

He groans, his balls pull tight. He explodes. In a nearly solid stream, the first shot of thick white cum sprays her chin, splattering about. Startled, Euna hastily fastens her mouth about its head. She can barely fit him in her mouth, but she squeezes the rest of his shaft with her ample breasts.

Euna's mouth floods with cum. She swallows again and again, but it jets from his cock too quickly. Sticky, lumpy cum sprays from between her lips. Some pours from her nose. It runs down Slug's cock and smears along Euna's breasts. After nearly fifteen seconds, he finishes. She pulls away and gasps. Cum is running down her chin.

"Oh, my Lord," she says.

"I'm sorry," he replies. "But oh, that feels so much better." He lays panting. His cock still flexes rhythmically like an echo of his orgasm. Cum oozes from his tip with each throb, running down his shaft like lava from a volcano. "You need to clean me now," he says.

"What?"

"If you leave me like this, then the sorceress will surely know I've come. You have to clean the evidence. Please!" He sounds desperate enough, but there's a gleam in his eye. The lad is pushing his luck.

Euna stares at his messy cock dubiously. "I suppose so." She runs her tongue along his pole, collecting semen. She licks his balls clean and sucks his cum-soaked pubic hair. Finally she pulls his oversized testicles aside to lick the pool of cum upon the mat. When she finishes, there's still plenty smeared on herself, but no cum is on Slug or the mat as evidence of the misdeed. He's already hard again, as though nothing had happened.

"Privately?" Her eyes widen. "What do you expect me to do?"

"Whatever it takes," you say.

"But... is it even necessary? I could get us in for much less. A flash perhaps. Maybe a grope, and that would be enough, surely."

"I'm sure it would be, but what if today you did more?"

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Ah," she says. "This has nothing to do with getting into the city, does it?"

"I mean, it will get us in."

She eyes the guards ahead. The line between you and them grows shorter. "I... What if they want me to sleep with them? I don't know if I could do that."

"Then don't. There are other ways to convince them."

"But surely it will be far more than just a grope." She still studies the guards ahead warily.

"If you don't want to do this, that's fine. You can just flash them."

She's silent for a while. "No. No, I... I'll do it."

"Are you sure?"

"No. Yes. Yes, I am. Oh Lords, my heart is beating. I'm going to do this before lose my nerve."

Euna bites her lip. "You want me to pleasure them, don't you?"

"I do."

"Then I'll do it."

"Good girl."

As you get closer in the line, Euna is clearly nervous. When you finally reach the front, the guards confront you. "Signets."

"We don't have any signets," you say, "but if you'd like to take my lady aside, perhaps to somewhere private, she'll show you just how badly we want to get in."

Euna suggestively runs her finger along her chest.

The guards grin. "Private, huh?" One cups her chin and studies her features. He turns her this way and that, and feels her breasts. She puts up no resistance. "Yeah. Now that I think about it, I'm due for a break." To his partner, he says, "manage the line for a while." He guides Euna toward their guard tower built into the city gate.

"Don't be too long," the other guard replies. "I'll need convincing too."

Euna stiffens upon hearing this, but continues along with the guard. They disappear inside. You're left waiting. Several people have filtered into the city when the tower door opens and first guard returns. He nods to the second, who then enters the tower for his turn.

After he's gone, the first nods you in. "We'll send her through when we're done."

Inside the city, you wait near the gate. A while later, Euna comes through.

"How was it?" you ask.

She runs up and hugs you. For a moment, she seems upset, but when she pulls away, she's shining. "Oh Lord, that was exhilarating. I was so scared, but I did it. Oh, I'm such a harlot."

"What did you do?"

"The first man told me to show my chest, so I did. I was afraid he'd force himself on me, but then he just started feeling my body. When I saw he got hard, I offered to pleasure him with my mouth. I think my voice quavered, because he laughed, but when he said yes, I got on my knees and did the best I could. He even said I was an expert cocksucker." She beams. It took him a while though. He seemed impatient..." She frowns. "The next man came in afterward, but by then I wasn't afraid anymore. I let him feel me up until he got hard, and then I pleased him same as the other without even asking that time."

"Are you glad you did it?"

"Yes. Lord, it was so wrong, but I've never felt so alive. Thank you for talking me into it."

"It was my pleasure."

She opens her mouth and shows you a pool of pearly cum cupped upon her tongue. Once you've looked, she swallows and smiles contentedly. "It was exhilarating. I was so scared, but once they got started, I was fine."

"What did they do?"

"The first man played with my breasts and pussy for a while, then I got down and sucked his cock. then he had me kneel and suck his cock. I was still on my knees when the second one came in. He didn't waste any time."

"Did you enjoy yourself."

"I did. I know I shouldn't, but it's just so naughty!"

"Yes, it is. Shall we?"

Her eyes widen momentarily, then a grin comes over her face. "Very well. I accept the challenge." "If that is your wish."

As you both wait in line, Euna eyes the guards ahead. "I'm getting wet just thinking about it," she says. "I wish this line would move faster."

It does eventually come to your turn. "Signets," the guards say.

"We have none," you reply. "All I have to offer you is my Lady. Take her some place private. Use her as you wish. Surely she can earn our entry."

Euna steps close and presses herself to the guard. As her leg wraps about him, she glances seductively at the other.

"As it just so happens, I am due for a break." He addresses the other guard. "Take over for a while." He escorts Euna toward the gate's guard tower.

"Don't be too long," the other guard replies. "I'm taking a turn."

Euna and the guard disappear. You're left waiting with the other as he checks other travelers entering the city. A while later, the tower door opens and first guard returns while correcting his breeches. He nods to the second, who then enters the tower for his turn.

After he's gone, the first nods you in. "Go on. We'll send her through when we're done."

You enter the city and wait near the gate. A while later, Euna comes through. She seems a little disheveled, and there's a rivulet of cum along the inside of her thigh.

"So what happened?" you asked.

"They fucked me, of course. The first one threw me on a table and nearly ripped my skirt off. Oh, how he was rough. The second man used my clothes to wipe away the seed from my pussy before he took me." Euna turns and shows you a cum stain smeared on the inside of her skirt.

"How was it?"

"They weren't that good as lovers," she says, "and they didn't care one whit if I enjoyed it, but I liked that. I was just an object to them."

"It got us in," you say. "That's what your body is good for."

"Hmm," she shivers with pleasure. "What shall we do now?"

After he's gone, the first nods you in. "You can wait for her on the inside, but you might be waiting a while. Some other guards are going to take a turn."

You go on through and wait. A long while passes. The sun moves across the sky. Crowds come and go.

Finally, you see her emerge from the guard tower fastening her bodice. Her clothes are entirely disheveled, with several cum stains which she hastily cleans as she approaches. There are a few pearled strands of cum still stuck in her hair. She sees how far the sun has moved along the sky and cringes guiltily. "How long was I?"

"Quite a while," you say.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine. What happened?"

"While the first man was fucking me, some other guards came in. They wanted a turn, and the first man said sure. I didn't say no because I didn't think you'd want me to."

"That's my girl."

She smiles, reassured. "So they had me get on a table so one of them could fuck me while I sucked the other off. Then the second guard took a turn, but before he finished, a few more showed up, and of course they wanted a turn too. Apparently, there was a shift change then, because half a dozen men showed up, and more followed."

"And you didn't say no to a single one, did you."

"It's what I thought you would have wanted."

"How many men in total?"

"Fifteen or twenty I think. I'm not sure, they kept switching out while I was sucking another. Was I wrong? Should I have said no?"

"You did exactly as I would have wanted."

She smiles. "Good. Because I loved it. I'm sore. They used my clothes as rags. I stink of their seed, and both my holes are leaking now, but I only wish there had been more of them. If I ever get back home and take the throne, I know what I'll be using the royal guard for."

"I love it," you say, "but for now, let's enjoy the city."

You're before the front gate to the city. A grand banner is overhead the street, reading "Welcome to Cockaigne". All people entering the city pass beneath it down a grand avenue heading north into the city.

There's a massive stable here. Visitors to the city drop off their fine horses after coming through the gate.

You're before the front gate out of the city. The stables are here.

You at the path leading into the estate of the palace. However the gates are closed, and guards are posted.

You're in a quiet street in the north east of the city, just against the mountain. Buildings line the streets, most of which are homes, but one appears to be a store. The building has a violin in a glass case above the door, and a sign that says, 'The Fiddler'.

You're standing in the street outside before 'the Fiddler'.

"As you wish."

"Very cute," she says, "but I think not. I'm worth far more that. I shall set my own price today, and I think... fifty rubles will suffice."

"Very well."

"Five! But that's nothing! Why would I whore myself for so little?"

You grin. "Because I want you to."

She eyes you, but soon a devilish grin comes over her. "So not only do you want me to be your whore. You want me to be your cheap whore. Very well. Let's do it."

"That's my girl."

"Yes," she says. "I think that's right. I might even be able to charge more."

"These sailors won't have a lot of money," you reply.

"Then sixty it is."

"Very good."

"Sixty it is."

"Very well," she says. "I'll take care of what to charge. You just wait right here."

"What do I do?" she asks.

"Just find a corner and entice men."

"Then take them into an alley?"

"It's that simple."

"You'll stay close. Won't you?"

"Of course," you say. "How else will I see?" The remark gets a quick grin from her. She walks down the dock to the mouth of an alley that has no one else present. She poses seductively.

Euna walks down the dock to the mouth of an alley. She poses seductively.

Shortly, a man comes by. Euna gets his attention, and they talk. It's not long before she leads him into the alley.

After a minute, you peek around the corner. Euna is bent over with both hands against an alley wall. Her skirt is around her ankles. The man is behind her, holding her hips and roughly fucking her ass. He hardly acknowledges the woman he's violating.

Soon after he comes, he pulls out. Euna is left panting while he's left with his messy cock hanging about.

Picking up her silk panties from the deck, he unceremoniously wipes his cock clean. Euna doesn't notice until he begins poking the silk undergarment into her ass.

With enough poking and prodding, it disappears inside of her. Her anus closes up.

Euna murmurs something to him which makes him pause.

"Yeah, sure," he says, and Euna turns and squats down. His cock is smeared with her waste. More is collected around its base. She takes it into her mouth and sucks it clean of all waste and cum. Then she focuses on tonguing away the mess accumulated at the base. Soon he's clean, visibly so anyway.She takes his cock into her mouth and sucks it clean of all cum and funk. Then she focuses on tonguing his balls. It's a simple after-sex cleaning. Nothing more.

Soon enough, he's soon hard again.

He says something to her, which she agrees. After exchanging more coin, Euna stands and wraps her arms about his shoulders. Her skirt still lies on the alley floor, leaving her naked from the waist down. He grabs her ass, and rams his cock into her snatch.

Now she's got her back pressed against the wall with her legs wrapped about him as he hammers into her. It doesn't take him too long until he unloads inside her. Afterward, he quickly disengages and fastens up his breeches. It's as though to him she's not even there anymore.

Euna reclines against the wall, breathing heavily, watching him redress. Cum runs down her thighs.

Shortly after, the man emerges from the alley and continues on his way.

You enter to find Euna squatted down and worming a finger in her ass.

"Good john?" you ask.

"A fine rutting," she says. "Though he had a little fun at the end. Ah! There we go." She pulls her panties from her ass with a hooked finger. It's crumpled, and has a few dark stains on it. She nibbles and sucks the worst of them awayShe inspects them, shrugs, then pulls them on.

Euna comes out later.

"How was it?" you ask.

"He was certainly no nonsense," she replies. "Not a word exchanged between us that wasn't business. I don't think he saw me as anything more than a hole to spill his seed."

"And how's that make you feel?"

"Dirty, as it should. I am a street whore after all," she says. "Filling my holes with seed is what they're meant for. Here is your money." She hands you some coins.

After several passersby, a man and a woman arrive, arms about each other's shoulders. The man is a young, fit sailor with a thin doublet and baggy breeches. The woman wears a frilled dress. Her bodice pushes her breasts up until they're nearly spilling out. Her face is made pale by makeup. Her hair is done up as an elaborate mane of brown curls.

It's the man who has them linger before Euna. The three exchange word. The man is interested. He whispers in his girl's ear. She takes convincing, but soon the couple follow Euna into the alley.

You wait a few minutes before peeking around.

Euna is naked, and lying on her back along the boardwalk planks using her skirt as a blanket. Squatting over top of her is the woman, wearing only stockings and a garter belt. She's grinding her brown-furred snatch upon Euna's face, which Euna licks and sucks fervently. The man watches nearby. His breeches are around his ankles, and he's pumping his hard manhood while his girl enjoys Euna.

Euna wraps her arms about the girl's thighs and pulls her tighter upon her face. The girl is beside herself in pleasure. She squirms and shudders and squeezes her own breast, which seem much smaller without her bodice pushing them up, but they're delectable plums nonetheless.

The man mutters something to her, and she leans forward to bury her own tongue within Euna's bald slit blond bush, wrapping her own arms about Euna's legs as Euna has done with her.

Locked together in sixty nine, their bodies writhe, building in pleasure until the woman on top sits up and cries out in ecstasy. The man loses it, and fires cum upon his woman's chest. Pearls of gooey semen splatter Euna's body, and her skirt. After the woman gets off, Euna licks the mess from the woman's breasts. Then the couple dress and leave.

You enter to find Euna still upon her skirt, playing idly with her pussy as she licks her fingers clean of cum.

"This is what I earned," she shows you some coins. "I made the man pay a small sum even though he only wanted to watch. For the mess he made upon my skirt, he's lucky I didn't charge him full price. He was most awfully sorry though, so I let it pass."

"Did you at least enjoy yourself?" you ask.

"Here is your money." She hands you coins.

"This is a bit short, isn't it?" you ask.

"It is. I'm sorry. The man insisted on a discount since he only wanted to watch. I will accept whatever punishment you decide to inflict upon me."

"Perhaps later," you say. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

She hands you some coins. "Here's the money. I gave the man a discount since he only wanted to watch."

"Did you enjoy yourself?" you ask.

"Very much so. Though a tad frustrated. The woman did not indulge me as much as I indulged her."

"She was the paying customer."

"Quite right."

After Euna is dressed and presentable, you both leave the alley.

Not long passes when a a half dozen men come staggering out of the Siren's Bounty and teeter down to the docks, laughing and cajoling all the way. They nearly pass right by Euna until the last one catches sight of her. He gets the attention of the others, and they all circle around her. As they talk, some reach and fondle Euna's breasts or between her legs. She encourages them as they negotiate. Eventually an agreement is made, and she leads them back into the alley.

You wait a few minutes before passing by.

They hadn't even bothered stripping her, though her bodice is yanked down around her waist. They've lain her down upon a stack of crates. One after another, the men climb on top of her and fuck her hard and roughly. The others stand about stroking their cocks.

When one man finishes and climbs off, another sweaty drunk staggers up. They usually start by wiping her pussy clean with her own skirt, then they awkwardly mount her. It takes twenty minutes for all six men to finish.

Afterward, they all stagger from the alley, leaving Euna lying there, her cunt seeping with their cum.

You move out of the way. The men stagger on. A few minutes later, Euna emerges.

"Had fun?" you ask.

"Of course I did," she says, "though I didn't really do anything other than lie there."

"For some men, that's all they want."

"I suppose so," she says. "Here's your money."

Shortly, a gruff sailor comes by walking two mutts. One seems like a Rottweiler, the other a black lab. Euna stops him. They talk. He says something to her, and her response makes him grin, showing crooked, yellowed teeth.

Euna leads him into the alley.

After a minute, you peek in.

Euna is on her hands and knees with her skirt pulled up to expose her pussy. The lab is sniffing her snatch. Its red cock has come out of its sheath.

"Mount the bitch," the man growls at the dog. "Come on, you mutt. Do it."

The dogs catches on. Hopping up on Euna's back, he stabs his cock frantically, missing every time. Euna reaches between her legs and helps the dog find his mark. Once in, the dog hops closer, burying his cock in Euna's cunt. Euna moans and lowers her head between her arms. She humps back against the dog.

Meanwhile, the man is directing the Rottweiler to lay on its back before Euna. It's cock points up toward her.

"Suck it, you bitch."

Euna takes the dogs cock in her hand, strokes it a little, then envelops her mouth around it. Its a classic double-teaming now. One cock hammers her pussy while she takes another in her mouth. The man masturbates openly at the sight.

The labrador hugs close. It growls in Euna's ear and holds still as it pumps cum inside her. She keeps sucking off the other dog until it too gives a whine. A knot forms at the base of it's cock. Her head slows its bobbing, and she swallows mouthful after mouthful of runny dog cum. Finished, the Rottweiler scampers to the corner where it curls up and licks itself.

However, when the Labrador tries to dismount, he ends up pulling Euna back with him. When Euna tries to pull away, the dog nips at her neck. She's stuck.

The old man chuckles. "Got yer knot in the bitch, heh boy?" Awkwardly, he gets down on his knees before Euna and dangles his unclean cock before her. Euna dutifully takes him orally. But she's not enthusiastic enough for him. He grabs her head with both hands and fucks her mouth like a toy. Euna holds onto his hips for support.

A few minutes later, he holds her down on his cock as he fires seed down her throat. He pushes her away and pulls up his trousers. The dog finally manages to pull out. A wash of cum spills from Euna's cunt. She's still on her hands and knees when the man collects his dogs.

You hurry back. Once he's gone, you come into the alley. Euna is sitting on her ass, wiping cum from her cunt and licking it off her hands.

"I've got scratches all over my back, don't I?"

You look. "It's not that bad."

"Part of the job, I suppose," she says.

"He certainly liked calling you names, didn't he?"

"A bitch? He's just calling me what I am, a lowly bitch for animals to rut. Besides, he paid three times, one for each cock."

"A bitch? He paid my money," she replies. "He may call me whatever he likes. Anyway, I charged him three times. Once for each cock."

"Good work."

She gets up and rights her clothes.

Three men come by talking among themselves. Euna catches their attention. They circle around her, and discussion begins. Once an agreement is reached, Euna leads them back into the alley.

After a minute, you casually pass by.

Euna is laid out on top of a crate with her skirt hiked up to her hips. Her ass is right up to the edge and her legs are spread wide. One man has his fist shoved inside Euna's cunt up to his wrist. He's pistoning his fist back and forth. The other two men seem blown away by a woman who can take such girth.

Another has four fingers in her ass. With his thumb tucked in, he's twisting and shoving, trying to get her ass to swallow his fist. Euna whimpers in pain, but she pushes back with as much will as she can muster.

With one final shove, the man's fist slips inside. They all cheer, except for Euna, who is gasping from exertion. Together, the men alternate shoving their fists up to mid forearm.

Another is working his fingers into her ass. He's got four already, but he seems determined to get his entire fist into her ass, a feat she's never accomplished.

Euna is whining in pain. "It won't fit," she says.

"We'll make it fit, lass" the man replies. "Won't we, boys?"

The others cheer. The man redoubles his efforts of pushing, twisting, and jabbing. Euna is wailing in pain. The men stop her every attempt to pull away, yet no progress is made. That doesn't keep the man from trying.

The third man circles the crates to stand by Euna's head. Dropping his breeches, he tilts her head back and places his cock against her lips. She takes him into her mouth, and he rams himself down her throat. The outline of his cock is visible on her neck. She lets him fuck her mouth until fires his load. She sucks down every drop. She takes him into her mouth. Within minutes, she sucking down his load.

The man fisting her cunt pulls out. Her delicate sex now gapes, though it's deformed by the hand working hard at her ass. The men switch places. The one who'd fucked her mouth starts working his fist into her snatch while the other rams his cock down Euna's throat. uses her mouth.

When this man comes, he pulls out and fires her load over her body. Semen splatters her neck and breasts.

Another switch. The man who was fisting her ass fucks Euna's mouth while the other starts working his fingers in her gaping asshole. With two fists hammering into her, she sucks yet another cock. When this man finishes, he too pulls out and splatters her body.

Another switch. The man who'd been trying to force his hand in her ass gives up and fucks Euna's mouth, while another man takes up the torch of forcing her anus to yield to a fist. He's even more unforgiving than the first.

With a fist in her sex, another four fingers deep in her ass and nearly tearing her asshole trying to go farther, Euna must suck off yet another cock. When this man finishes, he too pulls out and splatters her body.

Then men have had their fun. The ones who worked her ass have several browns streaks coating their hands. Sitting up, Euna motions them over. To their delight, she licks their arms clean of her own filth. When paying begins, you hurry along. After the men depart, you enter the alley to find Euna sitting on the crate tenderly feeling her stretched holes.

"One fist in either hole," you say. "Impressive."

"Yes." She hisses as she touches her anal rim. "They weren't gentle about it either."

"Are you okay?"

"No damage, but it hurt like the devil. No matter." She grins at you. "I told them they could fist my pussy and my ass. I never said they couldn't do them both at the same time, and the customer should get what he pays for."

"They really wanted to get their fist in your ass," you say.

"Yes." She hisses as she touches her anal rim. "They wouldn't take no for an answer."

"Are you okay?"

"No damage, but it hurt like the devil. No matter." She grins at you. "I told them they could fist me. I never said they couldn't fist my ass, and the customer should get what he pays for."

"Yes, they they should."

She turns her attention to the cum splattered on her bodice. "And of course they spill their seed upon my clothes." She wipes away what she can and licks it off her fingers. Eventually, she stands and straightens out her skirt. "I'll clean it better when we get home. Here's what they gave me."

Soon, an old man with a cane comes wondering by. He's an old sea dog with skin like leather and a frail gnarled body, and a mouth of missing teeth. Euna gets his attention, and they talk. As much as Euna makes him smile, he seems intent on moving on. It's only on her insistence that he finally relents and follows her into the alley.

You peek around after a short while. Euna has the man leaned against the building. His pants are about his ankles. His pendulous, oversized scrotum dangles between his legs from a thicket of gray hair. His cock is like a wrinkled worm with hardly any life in it. He apparently can't get it up, but Euna is patient with him. She's on her knees, cradling his scrotum and cock, sucking it lovingly and tonguing his balls.

Eventually, his cock stiffens until it's like rubber, but no more. Euna stands, hooks one leg around the man, and works his old rubbery cock into herself. It takes several tries. She begins a slow grinding fuck. The old man is beside himself with pleasure. His attention turns to her breasts, which she bares for him. He sucks each of her nipples in his toothless maw while Euna cradles his head.

The man quivers in orgasm. Euna holds him close as he catches his breath. Her leg is still wrapped about him. Eventually, his flaccid cock falls out.

You move on since there's no chance he's getting hard again. Soon enough, he limps away. Euna emerges minutes later.

"He seemed like he was having trouble," you say.

"He was," she agrees, "but he was the sweetest old man. So grateful, and so self-conscious. I enjoyed making his day." She hands over some money. "Here you go. He paid extra."

"Extra?"

"He understood that my sex is worth more than I charged. Kind old man that he is, I didn't demand even more."

"Oh! A tip," you say. "Good work."

"For him, I would do it again for free. But I suppose that's not up to me, is it?"

"That's right."

Relief comes over her. "Yes, it would. Then with your permission, I will let my johns know that it's something I won't do."

"Very well. Just make sure you offer to do something else which will entice them. When I whore you, I expect to get paid."

"Of course," she says. "I won't let it happen again."

"And here I thought your perversion has no end." She straightens up. "For the best. As much of a master at this craft as I aim to be, I'm not sure I could stomach an act that disgusting."

"I'm sorry!" she pleads. "Please, punish me however you wish."

"What I wish is for you to do whatever the client wants. You didn't get paid."

"Please. I didn't want to say no. I want to please you, but It was too much. I couldn't have done it even if I'd tried." Her blush deepens. "...Not with a stranger."

"What are you saying?"

"Perhaps if I practiced. If you were to train me. Then maybe in time I could."

"Maybe we'll have to," you say. "I can't have a whore who can't get paid."

"Don't waste your time egging me on, Fool. I didn't say I'd never do it, but an act so revolting is not one I think I can do today."

As Euna strolls past you toward the mouth of the alley, she runs her finger along your chest. "Maybe sometime I could train myself for such an harrowing act on someone with whom I'm more comfortable."

A heavyset man comes by carrying a crate. Euna flirts with him. Whatever she offers get him to stop their labor and follow her down an alley.

When you sneak around a minute later. Euna is lying flat on her back. The man is sitting on her head with his breeches off. His fat ass is smothering her face. He's got his chubby cock buried between her bared breasts, and Euna is reaching under his tree trunk legs to envelope her tits about his member.

"Get your tongue up there, you little bitch," he slaps her tit. "I want to feel that tongue up my shit chute."

When she thrashes, he lifts just enough to let her gasp, then sits back down and enjoys her tongue up his ass while she works her tits around his cock.

He gets excited and starts humping her cleavage. He must be smearing his asshole across her face. Euna starts thrashing. This time, he ignores her. Nearly a minute passes by while he grinds over her face and between her tits until finally firing a sticky mess down her belly. Euna has gone limp, but he doesn't get up until his cock has spat its last spurt.

He lifts, and Euna gulps for air. The man pulls up his breeches, grabs his crate, and leaves without looking back at her.

You come in to check. Cum stains her bodice. Her face is red, and her hair plastered with ass-sweat. And she's rubbing her sex. "That was... most trying... I passed out."I nearly... passed out."

"I saw. That was a fitting job for you. Tit job and rim job."

"And I think... I nearly... came..."

"I don't care," you reply. "As long as you got the money for me."

Still playing with herself, she hands over the money.

"Maybe I'll... become famous for it..."

"People would line up down the street to sit on your face and fuck your tits."

"Oh... oh Lord... yes." She squirms. Your words seem to have sent her over the edge.

Two large men come by. Euna gets their attention, and they talk. Something she says makes both chuckle. They follow Euna back to her alley.

You sneak around.

She's on her knees sucking one of the men off. After he fires down her throat, the next takes his place. It seems like this is just a standard blowjob.

But then the first pulls down his breeches again. He backs his ass up to Euna. She spreads his cheeks and dives in. She tongues his hole for a couple seconds before pulling away to dry-heave. The men roar with laughter. But Euna dives right back in. This time, she goes on until he's satisfied.

Next man—breeches down and ass toward Euna. She gets right to work cleaning the crack of his ass. And though her chest convulses with retching, she doesn't slow. Soon, he's had his fill of rimming too, and his breeches come up. They're exchanging coin now, so you dart away.

After they're gone, Euna comes out and hands you some rubles. "They didn't believe me when I told them they could do anything for my price. So they wanted to test my claim."

"And all they got were blow jobs and rim jobs?"

"It was worse than you think. Those men just got off the boat after a two month journey. They haven't bathed since they were last in port."

"But still. If a whore told me I could do anything..."

"I agree. They didn't get their money's worth."

A while goes by, a pair of men come by carrying a barrel between them. She gets their attention. They talk for a bit, and the men laugh and nod. Euna leads them into the alley.

After a minute, you casually walk past the alley to make sure everything is all right.

They have Euna bent over their barrel. One man is behind her, fervently fucking her pussy. The other man is before her, holding her head and forcefully fucking her mouth.

It seems she's all right.

The men emerge eventually and continue carrying their barrel off to their destination. Euna comes out a little later and comes up to you.

"And here are my earnings." She hands you some rubles. "Did you see?"

"I did."

"That man certainly liked to set his own pace. My jaw aches." She shrugs. "All part of the job, isn't it?"

"That's my girl."

Three men wonder by, all drunk. Euna catches their attention. They talk. Whatever they agree upon gets all the men enthusiastic. She leads them into the alley.

After a minute, you casually walk past to make sure everything is all right.

Euna is naked and on her knees, her legs spread wide. The men stand around her with their breeches down. One right before her holds her head while he fucks her throat. As he finishes, the next takes his place. Each shoots a load of cum straight into her stomach. One right before her holds the back of her head while she sucks him off. After he finishes, the next takes his place. Each fills her mouth with cum, which she swallows right down.

Afterward, the men stand around her. They ask something of her, and after hesitating, she nods in agreement. As they watch, she pulls off her skirt and unfastens her bodice.

The first man steps forward, places the tip of his cock to her open mouth, and begins urinating. Euna swallows as best she can with her mouth open, but much of the piss cascades down her chin and over her breasts and belly. It sIt finally trickles over her cunt and down her thighs.

When he finishes, the next comes up and does the same. After all three, her belly seems slightly bloated, and her front is slick with urine.

At once, all three men begin urinating on her breasts. The piss cascades between her breasts and down her belly. It trickles through her bare slit. pubic bush. Euna rubs it into herself sensually, taking particular care to rub her cunt with their urine.

The men begin redressing, and you hurry along.

A while later, Euna comes out and comes up to you. She's refastened her bodice, but her breasts still glisten with piss.

"And here are my earnings." She hands you some rubles. "Those men got a little dirty."

"I saw."

"If it's all right with you. I'd like to clean up now."

At the edge of a dock, she splashes herself with sea water. In public as she is, she can't possibly clean herself to any decent degree, but she doesn't reek of urine when she returns.

You two depart down the docks. Euna strolls along beside you, arms linked with yours.

"I suppose that's it then," she says.

"What's it?"

"As of now, I am formally a prostitute. I can never change that. Should we ever return home, and I should take the throne, and be tsaritsa of our tsardom, I will still know deep down that I once resorted to whoring myself to strangers in exchange for money."

"How does that make you feel."

She considers it, and then smiles. "Naughty. It's like a secret of mine. No matter how austere I should become, or how noble I appear, I will always know the truth that deep down, I am a whore. Especially since I did not do it out of desperation. I did it because I wanted to. If I should become tsaritsa. Only you, I, and the Lord will know."

"And all of your johns."

"Yes, perhaps one day, someone might recognize me, a noble tsaritsa, as a dockside whore they once solicited. If they should accuse me, not a soul would believe him. That tickles me so.

"This assumes of course that you will be a chaste and virtuous tsaritsa."

"Fair point." She leans close. "We both know that won't be true."

You and Euna are at the deserted part of the market. It's on the lowest tier, and the smell of ocean salt is strong. Sailors work to load and unload ships. All around are women who linger about by the houses along the wharf. They're dressed in short skirts or fishnet blouses, leaving their breasts prominently displayed. One calls out to the sailors as they pass, offering a pleasurable rut for as little as twenty rubles. A man takes her up on the offer, and she leads him into a back alley.

This appears to be the part of the cove where sailors come for whoring.

To the north are the markets along the wharf.

On a higher terrace to the west is the beached vessel tavern, from which a crowd of drunken sailors work their way down here to enjoy the women.

You are in the red light district. All around, women wear short skirts or fishnet blouses to advertise themselves.

You're in the black marble hallway.

It goes north and south.

You're in the black marble hallway.

Here the hallway turns at a junction. It runs both south and east.

There's a door here. It's barred, but from this side.

The door leading to Slug's room is here.

Euna pokes you repeatedly. "This is the sorceress's keep! We're inside!" she whispers.

"Yes," you reply.

"We must be careful."

"Yes," you say again. "Stay close."

She steps close enough behind you that her breath would tickle your neck were she not holding it in. This is her first burglary. You recall being jittery your first time too.

You're in the black marble hallway.

It extends both east and west. A great stone door is against the south wall which leads back down to the dungeon.

A great stone door is against the south wall.

You're in the black marble hallway.

Here the hallway turns at a junction. It runs both north and east.

You're in the black marble hallway.

It goes both east and west. Near the center, the south-facing side of this hall looks out upon a large foyer with a double set of staircases along each foyer side leading down the to the first floor. Guards in black uniforms patrol down there. None of them look up and spot you as you peek over the guard rail.

The south side overlooks a foyer guarded by uniformed men.

Descend the stairs.

You're in the black marble hallway.

It goes both north and south.

You and Euna retreat back to the hall, making sure to leave everything as you found it.

You and Euna ascend the stone stairs, climbing higher and higher. Looking through arrow slits, it's clear that you're climbing the highest tower of the entire keep. The air is chillier. At the top is a steel-enforced door. You peek through the keyhole.

There is a disheveled man chained to a round table by his wrists and ankles such that he's spread eagle. He's whimpering miserably, though he doesn't seem hurt. Beyond him is a workbench of some kind where a woman with flowing black hair works among bottles and reagents. Her back is to you, though you can tell she's remarkably tall.

When you pull away, Euna takes a look. Afterward, you both head back down the stairwell a ways.

"That looks like the sorceress," she says.

"Looks like it."

"I don't know what she's doing to that poor man, but there's nothing we can do for him. I don't think we should go in there right now. There's no telling how dangerous she is."

"I agree. Perhaps we should come back when she's gone."

You both head back down the stairwell.

You're in the black marble hallway.

Here the hallway turns at a junction. It runs both north and west.

In the corner, a spiral staircase leads up into a castle turret.

Against the side of the rowhouses, an aged whore is sucking a man off by deep-throating his cock.

You step closer. This intersection, like many in the city, has an enormous fountain with an intricate statue in its center which spouts crystal-clear water into a basin large enough to fit many.

A woman sits in the water soaking her hair. When you two approach, she smiles and makes no attempt to cover herself. "Hello!"

"Isn't this water for drinking?" Euna asks.

"Of course." She reclines and floats upon her back. Her nude body is fully displayed. "Help yourself."

"I... no thank you." Euna drags you along. "This city..." she mutters.

Where you currently are, there's a grand fountain at an intersection. A woman is bathing, unconcerned about the people around.

You enjoy your bath with the woman and chat. As time goes by, Euna relaxes. She reclines back and rests her head and neck upon the marble lip. Her upper body is shown to the sky, though whenever townsfolk walk near, Euna is quick to cover herself again.

Eventually, "We should be moving along," Euna says.

"Yes," the woman agrees. "I too should get a move on." She stands abruptly and strides from the fountain. "Farewell you two. Perhaps I'll see you again." She dries her body with a towel, then wraps it about her hair. With that, she walks off down the street naked.

"I guess we know now why she didn't have any clothes around the fountain." You say. "She didn't bring any."

Euna scurries to don her chemise. "Let's get moving, shall we?"

Euna strides from the water same as the woman. She brushes water from herself, then dons her skirt and bodice. "Let's get moving, shall we?"

"Fair well then," the woman says. "I hope to see you around. Perhaps we'll bathe together some time."

"Perhaps." Euna pulls you onward. Privately, "I would think the proper thing to do would be to collect water and bathe elsewhere. Privately."

After you two move on, Euna speaks to you. "It must be nice having such wonderful fountains all around the city. I wish we had them back home. I'd use them."

"No one else would," you reply.

"I suppose not." She sighs. "Every day I see more of the detriment of our old stuffy lifestyle."

A young man is seated on a low stone wall. He has his tunic is unbuttoned draped open, with his manhood exposed. He's hard, and handling himself while watching the women pass.

"Hello sweet lady," he calls to Euna. "You're making my pole hard. Suck it and make it better."

Euna's eyebrows rise. She looks at the masturbating man with intrigue.

"It's only right," he says. "Your body made me hard. Your body should make me soft too."

Euna saunters over to him. "I suppose it is only fair, isn't it?"

The man grins from ear to ear. He reclines back and lets his tunic fall open. His cock points straight up. "Get on with it then, sweet girl."

Euna kneels down between his legs. Her fingers trace up his thighs. Her nails tickle his hard shaft, and her lips are close enough that he must feel her breath. Sensually, her hand circles about his sack

And then it clamps down like a vice.

He cries out and doubles over. "Let go!" he yells.

"In a moment."

He tries to pull her hand off him, only for her to twist. "Stop! Ow! You crazy slag!"

"Now look at that. You're going soft." A few more seconds, and she releases him.

He curls up and clutches himself. "You evil slut..."

"You asked me to make you soft. Now you're soft. Ask pleasantly next time, and I'll help you with your problem in a more pleasant way." With that, she returns to you, takes your arm, and leads you along.

"It's nice of you to help a stranger like that," you say.

"It's only proper."

"Him?" She looks at the masturbating man.

"Help him with his problem."

"Of course." Euna saunters up to the man sitting on the wall.

The man grins from ear to ear. He reclines back and lets his tunic fall open. His cock points straight up. "Get on with it then, sweet girl."

Euna kneels between his legs. Her fingers trace up his thighs. Her nails tickle his hard shaft. She then runs her tongue from beneath his sack, all the way up his shaft to its tip. From there, she engulfs him.

Euna applies every trick she knows with this man, from tonguing the crown of his cock to working the shaft with her hands.Euna does her best. It takes her a while. Next, she takes his cock deep down her throat until her lips press against his ballsack. Her throat convulses in reflex and squeezes his shaft. Her eyes water. Each time she pulls away, more viscous saliva coats his shaft. It dribbles down her cleavage. At one point, she pushes his knees up to his chest and fastens her lips about his puckered hole. Whatever her tongue does causes him to shudder. When he starts to climax, she engulfs his cock and guzzles down every drop he has to give.

Afterward, he pulls out and lets his cock wilt against her cheek. "You're a good little slut," he says.

"Thank you, sir."

"You're excused now."

She returns to you, and you head off.

There's a man here, collapsed on his face before a bench as though he'd collapsed from sitting.

You search out the bench where the drunk man had been. No one is here. All that remains is the wine-rich vomit

"What?" Euna says. "He didn't get up and walk away, did he?"

"Seems he wasn't that drunk after all."

"No. He was in a bad sorts. We should... No, wait. There he is!" She points.

Down an alley leading toward the festival avenue is indeed the man. You recognize him from his curly hair and stained clothes. More notably, he has a sea-ship stagger befitting a man of his inebriation. For every step forward, he takes a few steps sideways, and often a step back. Catching up to him is trivial.

"Excuse me, kind man." Euna nudges his shoulder.

He spins. His wide, blinking eyes struggle to focus on her.

"We have the remedy you asked for." She holds out the vial.

The man reacts as though she were handing him a snake. "No! Nooo!" He flails his arms. She ducts out of the way. "I'm not done," he shouts. "I'm okay. I'm... I can dance." He kicks his feet in a joyful little waltz which is surprisingly nimble for his condition. "I'm going... I'm gonna dance." Turning, he continues toward the sound of festival music with his spry gait. Only occasionally does he stumble.

Euna is left in his wake. "I guess he doesn't want it."

"Second wind, it seems," you say. "The night is still young for him."

With Euna's help, you roll the man over onto his back. The stench of wine and urine wafts from him. His tunic as stains up and down, nearly masking its white fabric. The belt has ridden up his belly, exposing his limp manhood. His eyes flutter, but don't focus.

"He's been having fun," you say.

Euna averts her eyes from the man's exposure. Euna looks the man over. "He's must have wandered here from the festival. Do you think he was on his way home?"

"Probably."

"We can't leave him here, can we?"

"Why not?" you reply. "This probably happens all the time around here."

Euna shakes the man. He comes through, though he's hardly lucid. With a quivering hand, he clutches his head.

"Do you need help?" Euna asks. "Would you like us to take you somewhere?"

"The church..."

Euna frowns. "You're going to the church?"

"The church... Help the... get the church help. The tonic."

"You want us to get the church?" but the man doesn't respond. After a pause, he lurches. Foul dark red vomit overflows from his mouth.

Euna recoils. You turn the man's head to the side. The vomit pours onto the path. The man coughs, splattering it about. He's unresponsive once he's breathing again.

Euna looks to you. "I think this man may be ill."

"He's drunk," you reply. "It's just wine he's spitting up."

"No, it's more than that. Look at him shake. Feel his hands. He's cold. He's had far too much. He's in danger."

"No," you assure her. "We've all been here before. Well... maybe not you. I have."

"He wants us to go to the church," she says. And get a tonic? Is it supposed to help him?"

You shrug. "He will be fine."

"Okay..." She rights the man and stands. "If you think he'll be okay. I'm still concerned."

That same drunk from before is still here, collapsed face forward. Euna gives him a worried glance.

The drunk man is still here, passed out before the bench, basting in his own vomit. As you pass, Euna bends to check on him. "Not much better," she says. "He's shaking. I still think he may need help."

Down an alley, a girl is squatted down and urinating in the street gutter.

The girl's wears a dress that's little more than a gauzy slip, which she has hiked up about her waist. Urine streams from her pussy and and hisses against the cobbled street. It streams along the gutter, even flowing around the girl's foot, but she doesn't care.

Euna pulls you along. "Obscene..." she mutters.

The girl spots you two. After the last few drops of urine dribble out, she wipes her hand over her bare pussy. Then she licks her hand clean while looking right at you two. With a sly grin, she trots off. The urine puddle is still spreads along the gutter.

"She'd be pilloried for that back home," Euna mentions. "These streets are for everyone."

You look around. "And yet they're so clean."

"I have no idea how with people like that running around."

"She hasn't a shred of decency," Euna says. "And I think she may be happier for it."

"Indeed," Euna says. "Farewell."

"Take care," the mother replies.

The two of you head away, leaving the family to work out their own differences.

"Surely there must be a thousand people in this town who could teach that girl," Euna says. "Why would a mother so involve herself in her daughter's sexual affairs like that?"

"It is strange."

"And rather unnatural."

The mother's eyes light. "Oh, of course! I'm sure he'd be happy to help."

"No, not on Father too. I don't want to..."

"It's for practice, dear. You don't want Neval running to me again do you? Or maybe to another woman..."

"I'm doing fine now. Tell her, Neval. Aren't I good enough?"

The boy is still grinning dumbly. "You could always use more practice, love. You should do it."

She looks dismayed.

Her mother looks satisfied. "Then it's settled. Your father's inside. I'm sure if you ask him nicely, he'll be happy to let you practice on him. He, at least, can last a decent while, and his rod is a more worthy size."

The boy's grin flickers.

"Okay..." The daughter says.

The mother guides the girl toward the house they're sitting before. "If you're on your manners," she adds, "he might even let you take over for me in the mornings. He always wakes with a monstrous beast that needs taming."

They disappear inside. You're left with the boy, who seems ill at ease.

"What was that supposed to mean?" he asks. "A rod of worthy size? This is worthy, isn't it?" He holds up his limp cock. It's size is hefty, even more so when he was hard, but larger exist.

"Don't worry," Euna says. "You're size is daunting."

"Yeah," he says, though he's unconvinced. He glances to the house, as though suddenly unsure about this father/daughter practice.

Euna pulls you along. Out of earshot, she bursts into giggles. "Poor little fool. He's just gone and handed his love to a man he could never compete with."

"You think the father is that much bigger?" you ask.

"I have no idea," she replies. "But I know that every girl's first love is to her father."

"Was your father your first love?"

"Of course," she says, unbothered. "Growing up, there is no one in the world I admired more. I idolized him." Then she leers at you. "Though it was, as you're suggesting, an intimate love."

"You seem untroubled that the poor daughter is about to find such an intimate love with her father."

She shrugs. "It seems to be the norm here. Who am I to judge. Perhaps if my father were the tsar of Cockaigne, my love of him would be a different love, but alas it is not the case."

"Alas?"

And she's glaring again. "Yes, alas. For your disappointment. Your debauched fantasies will forever remain in your head. Let's keep moving."

From a balcony above the street, a matronly woman is rocking a child in a cradle. A group of drunks have gathered beneath. They're calling for her to give them a drink.

You and Euna continue on your way, leaving the drunken crowd and their bizarre milk shower behind you.

It seems the woman is nearly finished anyway. As her stream has weakened, and she's massaging her own milk onto her breasts and belly more than she's spraying the crowd. And her groin still grinds the banisters. She's lost in her own world now, and many of the drunks are wandering off.

You and the men lower Euna back to the ground, and you guide her away from the crowd. You guide Euna away from the crowd. At a nearby fountain, Euna rinses herself off and dresses.

"That was... interesting," Euna wipes her face. "And messy. That was most unbecoming of a mother," Euna says.

"The crowd hardly gave her a choice. She's doing it to keep them quiet."

"Yes," she replies dryly. "What won't a mother sacrifice for her babe?"

"That was an interesting experience," Euna wipes her face. "I'm thoroughly drenched. I expect we'll both smell of soured milk by day's end. A strange thing for a mother to do, isn't it?"

"The crowd hardly gave her a choice. She was doing it to keep them quiet."

"Yes," Euna replies. The sacrifices a mother must make. I wonder what other kinds of sacrifices mothers make in this city..."

Here, a girl is here on her hands and knees who seems to be scrubbing the floor.

The girl doesn't notice you approach. She's young, hardly a woman at all, and she's dressed in a filthy loin cloth barely keeping her decent. Her body is caked with dirt, and her breasts dangle beneath her, swaying as she works. A bucket is beside her.

When you come around, you see she's mopping the floor, only instead of using a mop, she's swaying her head back and forth, dragging her long hair along the ground, working muddy soap water into the marble. Once upon a time, she may have had a beautiful head of hair, but now it's a cruddy, tangled mess. The filth is so thick, her blonde color is nearly indiscernible.

"Excuse me," Euna says.

The girl sits up and stares at both of you with wide eyes. Her hair drapes over her, dripping mud over her breasts, and belly. More cascades down her back, creating wavy patterns of grime. Her features are caked with dirt, but she's comely despite that. Welt marks score her back, breasts, and inner thighs. They look to be from repeated canings.

"Is the sorceress making you do this?" Euna asks.

No reply.

"Is there anything we can do to help?"

The girl returns to her work. She dunks her hair in the bucket, wrings it out, and resumes mopping the floor.

Euna watches with sorrow.

You pull her away. "I don't think there's anything we can do for her."

"We could sneak her out the way we came in."

"We're already taking risks ourselves just being seen. If we start trying to help everyone, the sorceress will find out."

Euna sighs. "Okay. You're right."

You two leave the girl to her mopping.

The girl is still here scrubbing the floor.

A nude woman sits upon a nearby stone wall. She's playing a joyful tune on her flute.

She's seated on a cobble wall, with her legs crossed and her eyes closed. She plays as though she were the only one around for miles, as though her breasts aren't bared, and that her pubic bush isn't plainly visible. From the way her mussy hair cascades down her back, it's as though this woman awoke from bed, grabbed her flute, and strode outside to practice.

"She's wonderful," Euna whispers.

"With skill like that, I'm sure she must have got that instrument from The Fiddler."

"She does play up to that man's standards, doesn't she?"

You and Euna listen for a while. The woman's eyes open, she sees you, yet she continues to play unabashed. Her fingers flutters over the holes with lithe elegance. She cares little about any audience. She plays for herself, and will be well after you're gone.

The nude woman from before is still here, still practicing her joyful tunes.

A group is collected alongside the street. From within comes the slap of knuckles on bare skin.

A group is collected alongside the street, and it sounds like a fight is going on.

"Curious? To get punched in the stomach?"

"I've heard of people doing this before. It causes a rush. Something about how our body's react."

"What? The coughing? The convulsions?"

"It's not that different from an idea of getting slapped or whipped for thrills."

"Hmm. Perhaps," she replies. "I won't condemn it since I've never tried it, but certainly wouldn't subject myself to it with a group of rowdy boys on the street."

"No?"

"Not at first." Her eyes twinkle.

"Getting punched in the stomach for a thrill? I don't think so."

"Of course not. Don't be vulgar."

"Don't get me wrong. I'm getting to enjoy mixing pain and my pleasure, but I don't see any pleasure in that. I'll torture my victims erotically or I won't torture them at all."Make my torture erotic or don't torture me at all."

"Indeed. I understand those who like their sexual escapades a little rough, but that just seems vulgar."

"I'm glad we're in agreement. Let's avoid those people from now on. I suspect they're deranged."

A teenaged lad stands by an alley, trying to get the attention of any passers by. He motions for you.

"I agree," Euna says. "It wasn't like I was any easier on them."

"Oh, fine." The lad hops down and undoes his sisters' bindings.

"And you won't tell Father we were at the festival?"

"No," the boy says. "But your still doing my chores for a week."

The older sighs and points to the younger sister. "She can do them."

"Why me," the younger whines.

"Because I said so. And because you're the reason he found out in the first place. You should be lucky I don't torment you too."

"That's not fair! Sneaking out was your idea."

The siblings continue bickering as you and Euna head off.

"Must be strange to grow up in that family," Euna whispers. "I get the sense that what

Somehow I get the sense that alley giveaways like this aren't that outlandish for them."

"They seem to fit right in with the city," you reply.

You both leave the alley.

Everyone looks at the brother. Though taken aback, he warms to the idea.

"Maybe I should." He hops down and works his breeches. His manhood is impressive for a lad of his age.

"Okay, but that's it," the older says. "Afterward you untie us. Okay?"

"We'll see." He presents his stiffening member between them, and both sisters latch on with their mouths. Unlike with the other men you've seen, they show no reluctance with him. Their tongues run up and down his shaft. The younger sucks his balls into her mouth.

Once he's fully hard, he nudges his sisters onto their side and kneels by their rumps. Grabbing their thighs, leans and penetrates his younger sister. She mewls and whimpers. The older sister holds her close. Their lips meet. After some time, the brother switches to the older sister, who shudders in pleasure. She grinds herself against her brother. Both sisters pull tight to each other until they're like one body.

Euna leans close. "I think this isn't their first time."

"Or their second. Or their third," you say.

The brother fiddles with his older sisters' bindings. Their hands come free, yet the three remain coupled together. The older sister pulls her brother's mouth down upon her nipple as he switches back to fucking the younger.

"And it doesn't seem there are any hard feelings," you whisper.

The brother murmurs to his sisters. After he pulls out, they scissor their legs and mash their slits together. The brother stabs his cock between them so it runs between each slit and points up to their bellies. A few more thrusts, and he's firing his cum upon their stomachs.

Finished, the three remain cuddled together in a pile of bodily fluids and loose ropes. You direct Euna away.

"That was a practiced move if I've ever seen one," Euna whispers. "Channeling his manhood between his sister's nethers like that. I might like to try that sometime."

"I'm sure your sister would be happy to," you reply.

She regards you. "I was thinking with some other woman."

"Oh," you say. "So not a sister act? I guess that might almost be as good."

Euna rolls her eyes, but as you emerge from the alley, she mutters one last thing. "A sister act does seem to be its best incarnation. Perhaps we'll see."

"Your loss," the youth says. "My sisters are quite a treat to punish."

You and Euna hurry along.

"Another strange family," she mutters. "No city but this would you get an offer like that."

"This city is one of a kind," you reply.

In a nearby alley, a couple are having a quick romp. He has her pressed up against a building. Her skirt is about her waist. His breeches are about his ankles. His bare ass flexes as he ruts the girl dispassionately

"This town is a pit of depravity..." Euna mutters.

"Couldn't they have waited until they got home?" Euna asks.

"Apparently not," you reply.

Euna watches. "Do you suppose they're a couple who still feel spontaneous after years of love?" Her eyes twinkle. "Or do you suppose they just met?"

"Perhaps they don't even know each other's names," you reply.

"Yesss! It's so much better that way."

A gaggle of women pass by. They wear various skirts and pants, but all of them are topless, and none seem concerned about it. Euna averts her eyes.

There's a commotion going on down an alley. People laugh and jeer.

There's still a commotion going on down an alley. People laugh and jeer.

This bathhouse isn't written yet.

"I know you have, and I'm dreadfully sorry, but we must keep our doors closed to all unless they have an immediate need or us."

You enter through the double wooden doors. The inside vestibule is cool and dark. Light mostly comes from candles lit within alcoves. Tapestries line the walls, muffling the sound in the small room, making it cozy. Though they depict many stories, the main theme of the tapestries center around the same topless bird creature shown on the crest outside.

Sitting on counters lining the walls are vases filled with vibrate bouquets of lilacs. A nun of the church is watering them and replacing olds ones with fresh flowers from a basket she carries. A wimple covers her hair and neck, and a white cloth robe hides her body, though its material is thin–nearly gauzy–and its cinched tightly to her body, revealing her curves.

She smiles at you both and continues her work.

A doorway leads farther into the church.

"Unfortunately, members of our community misused our inner chambers. They would come in drunk, requesting shelter, but when we'd let them in, they would harass my fellow sisters, and they'd cause messes."

"Disrespectful..." Euna says.

The girl nods. "We tolerated it as best we could, but one night a crowd of men held a celebration of their own in our nave, and they got deliberately destructive. They soiled all of our prayer mats, defaced our altar, and destroyed everything they could. After they grew tired, they took over our dormitory for themselves and raped several sisters."

"That's awful!" Euna replies.

"It was. To deface our altar was an intolerable affront to our religion. We decided we must close the church to all but ourselves and the needy."

"An alcohol remedy?" the nun asks.

"Probably," you say. "Does that sober a man up?"

"It does. And it refreshes. Those who take it will have all the liquid spirit within them transmuted. They'll sober in minutes, and it prevents sickness the coming morning. We don't hand the remedy out anymore, ever since the townsfolk started abusing it, but if you bring the man to us, we will treat him."

"I don't think we could get him here," Euna says. "He couldn't stand. His hands were shaking. He vomited even as we spoke to him."

"Oh dear," the nun replies. "And he asked for the alcohol remedy?"

"Yes. He's in terrible shape."

"He must be if he's asking for it. Normally when the drunk are brought to us, they fight with all their might to keep us from giving them the remedy."

"Why?" you ask. "It sounds amazing. I could have used such a remedy myself many times in my life."

"It is a marvelous remedy. It works by transmuting the alcohol inside the body into a sleep-inducing substance. The drunker they are, the more deeply they'll sleep. And though they'll wake refreshed, those who choose to drink themselves to such a state are reluctant to end a night of indulgence."

"Seems like a reasonable way to end a night of drinking to me," Euna says.

"If one should choose to drink excessively, then I would agree," the nun replies. "But that is part of why we had to stop handing it out as well. Many were intentionally mixing it with alcohol for its sleep-inducing, and rejuvenating effects. They would lie and say it was for an emergency, but they would do so again and again until we had none left for those who needed it."

"So you won't give it to us?"

The nun considers. "I will. If the vomit on your arms is any indication, you are truthful. Wait here."

She departs into the inner part of the church. A minute later, she returns with a small vial of clear liquid. "Simply have him drink this. Once it's in his blood, it will begin its work."

"Thank you," Euna says.

"Of course. My prayers to you and your drunken friend."

Drunk Remedy added to inventory

As you reach for the door, the sister tending the lilacs calls out. "You mustn't enter there. I'm afraid you aren't allowed."

You back away from the door. She returns to her flowers.

"Thank you!" She smiles. "They're Lilacs from our garden. I grow them myself."

Euna smells one. "They're lovely."

"White Lilacs are flowers around the tree of the great Simorg's nest. They represent Charity, Forgiveness, and Purity. It's everything we sisters strive for."

The nun turns and smiles at you inquiringly.

As you depart, the sister bows. "Good day to you." She resumes tending to the bouquets. You return to the street outside.

"I'm afraid not," she says. "Once our doors were open to the public, but we have since had to restrict our inner chambers to the sisters, except for public services. Only those who are in need of help or healing are taken farther in. I'm sorry."

"Of course!" The sister hands you a lilac from her basket.

"Thank you," Euna says.

Lilac Flower added to inventory

"You stand in the entry hall of the church of Simori, sanctuary for the sisters of Charity who follow in the ways of the great Simorg."

She grins. "As you wish."

You head off. As Euna walks, cum runs down her thighs to her knees, but she makes no move to wipe it away. You pass several people along the way.

Though hardly anyone glances, her eyes twinkle. A devilish expression is upon her face. "This is so naughty," she whispers.

The guards at the gate have their eyes upon her face and breasts, not her legs. The vagrants in the slums stare as well, but by then it's too dark to see between her legs. Either way, she's practically giddy by the time you pass.

Beyond the view of everyone, she inspects herself. A rivulet has run all the way down her leg and disappeared down her boot. Her slit still glistens. "May I clean myself now?"

You give her the go ahead, and she takes a minute to wipe away what she can.

"Yes." she glances at the twilight sky. "You're right. Let's go." She takes a few steps, pauses, looks at the chemise in her hands, and then tosses it into the alley. It crumples onto a dirty puddles and soaks through instantly. It strikes you as a waste of perfectly good silk, but why ruin such a symbolic moment of throwing the chemise away?

As you head off, Euna speaks. "If only my aunt could see me now. She'd die from shock."

"We can only hope."

"Don't wish such things," she says. "She might be right. I have lost my mind."

"Your sister wouldn't think so," you reply. "I don't. I don't think your father would either, given the things I know about him. He'd probably congratulate you."

"What do you mean?" she asks. "Do you know stories about my father?"

"A few. Most are second hand. I've heard more about your mother."

"Dirty stories? Tell me."

"Perhaps another night. For now, it's late. We need to get going if we don't want to be in the woods at night."

You leave through the front gate. The vagabonds in the shanty leer and whistle. They don't seem to bother her anymore. In fact, just as you two get to the edge of the town, Euna glances back, then flips up her petticoat, giving the homeless a quick glance of her ass. They hoot and cheer. Euna grins and continues along.

She holds onto your arm all through the jungle. By the time you get back, the sun has set and both of you are quite tired.

"Oh, you will, will you?" Her eyebrow arches. "Then go ahead."

She stands before you, watching expectantly. You kneel before her. Rivulets of your cum are trickling down her thigh. Her slit is a creamed mess. You realize you have nothing to wipe the mess away with. Her chemise would have been useful, but it's lost forever.

Carefully, you wipe away the trickle using the back of your hand. It's both slippery and sticky. Unfortunately, her gash is too messy for you to simply transfer the mess to yourself to be cleaned later, and she sense this too.

Her hand is on the back of your head, guiding you in. Her thighs surround you. Her warm, wet sex becomes your sole awareness. Her mound of damp fur covers your face. You run your tongue along her smooth folds and collect all the goo and wet. You taste of her, yet another taste is beneath that—a tangy flavor that leaves a burn in the back of your throat.

She drapes one leg over your shoulder and holds you firmly in place. You've no choice but to continue. After the pungent flavors are gone, you stab your tongue inside of her to collect what you can. It leaves her shuddering.

When she finally lets you pull away, her breath is heavy. She looks down at you and nods. "Good. I think that should suffice. Now we can go."

After a while, the minstrels pack it in. The dancing winds down. The festival goers, drunk and wild, wander home. You and Euna depart and find a nearby fountain where Euna sits down for a minute to wash her face and arms. Both of you are quite giddy and sweaty from the dancing.

"Heavens, this night was amazing," she says. "And to think I spent so long avoiding such lurid behavior." She leans in and kisses you quickly, then bends to wash sweat from her face and arms with fountain water. A carriage pulls up before a luxurious street house. Three men and two women get out. All are dressed well. Servants comes out of the mansion and carry luggage from the carriage into the house while the travellers stretch their legs. One man glances over, then draws the attention another beside him. Both watch as Euna cleans herself. You realize from the way she's sitting, they can probably see up her shortened petticoat.

"You've got some admirers," you murmur.

Euna glances over and grins. She makes no effort to turn her legs away.

Kiss Euna and fondle her breasts before them.

"Why don't you give them a little show."

You lean in and kiss Euna. While doing so, your hand slides down the front of her bodice. Euna squeals, but doesn't stop you, even when you pull the fabric down to expose one of her breasts.

All the men are watching now. They murmur to each other.

She moans as you squeeze and tweak. Then you dive back into her bodice to free the other breast. Euna notices the others watching. After hesitating, she unfastens the lace on her bodice and heaves her chest forward.

At this point, even the girls have looked over. They grin and shake their heads. This encourages Euna. She kisses you again. Taking your hand, she lowers it down her body to her hem of her petticoat. Your hand barely brushes the lips of her pussy when someone yells.

"Oh, my word!"

Unseen by both of you, an elderly woman had emerged from the carriage. She's dressed in a conservative gown. Her gray hair is pulled back in a tight bun. She scowls at both of you. The watching men and women roll their eyes and turn their gaze.

Euna pulls your hand away. Hastily, she does up her bodice as the old woman storms over.

Euna stares at the men mischievously. "Why not?" She spreads her legs and waggles them back and forth before the men. Another man glances over. They watch and grin, murmuring to each other. Euna goes further and squeezes her breasts together through her clothes. She rubs her hands sensually along her body.

At this point, even the girls have glanced over. A few even continue to watch.

Encouraged, Euna slides her hands down the inside of her thighs, then reverses, pulling the hem of her petticoat up, revealing her damp sex. Her fingers slide along either side of her sex, comb through her pubic hair, then caresses along her legs. Euna rests her head back and closes her eyes, which is why she doesn't noticed when an elderly woman daintily climbs out of the carriage. The woman is dress in a conservative gown. She has a tight bun of gray hair pulled back and a frown seemingly fixed to her face with wrinkles. Noticing the others staring, she follows their gaze to Euna and gasps in horror.

"Uh, Euna," you say. "Maybe you should—"

"Oh, my word!" The old woman shouts. The watching men and women roll their eyes and turn away.

Euna's eyes snap open. Her legs clamp closed. The old woman glares at her traveling companions, then storms toward Euna.

Some of the men and women hurry after her. "Aunti, please," one says.

The old woman ignores them and marches right up to Euna. "Have you no shame, you... you harlot?"

"I'm sorry." Euna looks away.

"Where do you get off spreading your filth and temptation to others? You're a sinner and a whore, and you will stay away from my family."

"Eloise..." One of the women lays her hand on the old woman's shoulder and tries gently to steer her away. "Please, just let it go."

"I will not. I've told you again and again that this city is a haven of sin. We're not here for more than one minute when this filthy whore starts temping us with her devilish ways."

Euna wilts away from the woman. Her down-turned face is burning red.

You stand. "We meant no disrespect and will be on our way, but you will watch your tongue before my Lady."

"Your Lady?" she says. "More like your mistress. You two will burn for your sins."

"Aunti Eloise," says the girl holding the woman's shoulder. "Come inside, please. Leave them be." She, and a man who looks to be her brother forcefully guide the old woman away. Eloise rants right up until they guide her into the house.

Euna looks pitiful. Her shoulders are tucked in. She's holding herself. You put your arm around her. She leans into you.

One of the men wonders back. "Excuse me."

"I'm sorry," Euna mumbles. "We'll go."

"No, no." He waves his hand dismissively. "We're the ones who owe you an apology. Our aunt is... how do I say this? Old fashioned. She grew up in a convent, you see?"

Euna looks up. "What?"

"Yes. She's a Sevic nun. They're a conservative bunch. Painfully out of touch. They pretty much think if anything is fun, it must be evil."

"I... I know of religions like that."

He shrugs. "We can't take her anywhere. She's constantly making a scene."

"I see..."

"I'm dreadfully sorry about this. Please, don't let her get to you." He grins. "You were brilliant. After a long carriage ride with our Aunt, that was exactly the kind of show we needed."

"Er... you're welcome," Euna replies.

The man winks and heads back toward the others.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

She nods.

"Come. When these things happen, it's best to move along." You two head down the street. "I hope that didn't bother you too much. That kind of thing happens occasionally. I always let it—"

"That could have been me?"

"What?" you ask.

"Her. That old woman. That could have been me years from now. It was me. Last year, I caught one of the court guards and the service maids fondling each other in the buttery. I scolded them for their indecency. I even tried to bring it up to the steward, and he scolded them too, but I knew he was just humoring me. I actually wanted to have him replaced. Just because a pair of servants fondled each other."

She walks further. "All my old friends and my sister have grown strange to me, and why wouldn't they? I'd become... like that, this crone that everyone tolerates, who makes fusses over harmless antics and judges others. Years from now, my nieces and nephews would have been apologizing on my behalf. She grew up in a convent, you see? And everyone would understand."

She turns to you. "Admit it. I was impossible to be around. Wasn't I?"

You nod begrudgingly. "Some people may have learned to stay out of your way."

"Well, I'm not going to be that any more. That convent would have turned me into a bitter old crone, but not anymore. And I have you to thank for it."

"Me?"

"Yes. These past few days have been the best of my life. And it's because of you. You've shown me how to have fun, how to enjoy life. You've been guiding me."

"You're quite welcome. You've become a wonderful person to be around."

"I want you to continue," she says. "You've seen and done so much. You have so many wild stories. You may have shown me how to live, but I have so much catching up to do. Guide me. Teach me about your ways of life. Help me make stories of my own."

"Stories like the ones I tell you? Those are some sultry stories."

"Good. I want that. I want to live like that." She looked down at herself. "I think the first thing I'll do is stop dressing so conservatively. I'm so damn hot in this. And I'm still the most covered girl on these streets, aren't I?"

"You are."

Euna shuffles about. She pulls out the shoulder straps of her chemise and works her arms through them. Then she tugs her chemise down her body underneath her other clothes. She's careful to hold up her petticoat in place. Finished, she steps out of her chemise and holds it up. It's damp with sweat.

"Silk. It's far too warm for this weather." She turns to you and poses. "How do I look?"

All she's wearing on her upper body is her bodice. Her ample cleavage is now practically spilling out of its low-cut neckline. The bodice also laces up the front. Between the crisscrossing lace, you can see her skin all the way from neck to navel. Her bodice and her petticoat don't quite meet, showing off a strip of her midriff, and her petticoat, shortened as it is, stops mid-thigh, revealing bare legs down to her boots.

"You look beautiful," you say.

"I was already beautiful."

"Well, now you look desirable too."

Euna grins. "That's more what I was hoping for. Do you desire me?" she asks. "Are you fantasizing about what you'll do to me once we get back?"

"No. I'm fantasizing about what I'm going to do to you right now."

"Yes, but we must hurry if we're to get back before nightfall."

You pull her toward the mouth of an alley and press her up against a wall.

She shivers. "Here? Right now? Anybody can see us."

"I know." You pull out your hardening cock and lift her leg against your body.

"Do it," she breaths.

With that, you thrust into her dripping snatch.

"Yes," she cries. "Fuck me. Oh, heavens. Oh God." Her body quakes.

You turn her around and stab back into her. She presses her hands against the wall and pushes her ass against you.

"Use me," she says. She moans again and again.

A pair of men passing in the street linger to watch. They call out to Euna. In response, she unfastens her bodice and pulls it open. Her breasts hang free, wobbling in time with your thrusts. She squeezes one while staring at the men. They cheer.

You shoot cum deep inside her. As you slow to a stop, she stands straight and presses her back against you. Your hands sneak around. Grasping her bare breasts, you hug her close and kiss her neck.

The men applaud. On a whim, Euna tosses her chemise to them. The men take it, examine what it is, then cheer again, holding it above their heads. Euna blows them a kiss, and they continue on their way. Her chemise is forever gone.

"Oh, my heavens. That was amazing," she says. "You don't suppose I've gone crazy, do you?"

"I think you've finally come to your senses."

"I'm serious. Do you think I'm overreacting just because of that old woman? I never in my life thought I'd do something like this."

"Are you feeling guilty?"

She thinks. "No. No, I'm not. But I know I should." She fastens her bodice back up.

"Your aunt would certainly think you should feel guilty," you say. "Your sister wouldn't. I wouldn't. I don't think your father would either. From what I know of him, he'd probably congratulate you."

"You have stories about him?"

"A few. Most are second hand. I've heard more about your mother."

"Dirty stories? Tell me."

"Perhaps another night. It's late. We need to get going if we don't want to be in the woods at night."

"Oh, bore," she says. "I wish there was a place we could stay here."

"Too bad we can't. Shall we go?"

She nods. "Hold. I'm leaking, just let me clean up."

"Leave it. Don't wipe it away until we're out of the city."

"Allow me to clean you."

The time comes in the song to change partners. An attractive, olive-skinned man with a broad smile approaches, hand offered. You guide Euna to him.

Euna pulls away from him. "What? Are you sure?"

You nod. "It's a social dance."

She leans close. "Do you not see what's going on around us? And you'll leave me with other men?"

"Enjoy yourself," you say. The man whisks her away. You also get another partner—a spry gal with beer on her breath and a large bosom which she presses against you.

You keep an eye on Euna. The dance has the men twirl the women about and trade partners. Most take advantage of this to fondle their woman. Euna's partner is no exception. When the man grips her butt, she looks for you with wide eyes.

Her next partner doesn't let his hands wonder, but he whispers something that causes her to blush. But the next man fondles her ass. After that dance, she seeks you out.

"These men are shameless," she says. "You knew that would happen when you passed me off, didn't you?"

"You wanted lewd stories of your own."

"I did. I'm not sure this is what I had in mind."

"Just enjoy yourself. This is how some people live every day. They enjoy life."

Euna glances at a couple in an alley who are having sex. "They certainly do." Round and round you two go as Euna looks about at the others. The transition is coming up soon. Euna seems apprehensive.

"If you want, we can dance together the rest of the night," you say, "no more strangers."

"But if I do dance with others, I will be groped again. This doesn't trouble you?"

"Only if it troubles you," you reply.

The minstrels begins. Dancers seek out partners. You and she dance together initially, but the transition is seconds away, and indecision has her tensed. The moment comes...

...and she's away. Another dance partner twirls her into the crowd as you move to another woman.

The evening spans on. Each time you see Euna, she's with another man. Her self-conscious behavior has evaporated into joyous mirth despite the gropes of all the men. It may also have something to do with the goblet of wine she's procured.

Later, she's with a man who has her skirt lifted and a hand underneath. Another time, one of her breasts has spilled out of her bodice, yet she's too lost in the dance to correct it. During a slower dance, you find her pressed close to a short, bearded man. He has two hands on both of her buttocks and his face buried in her bosom.

The sun sinks low. Time to get home. You catch up with her after the minstrels stop and head off down the street away from the festival.

"Had fun?" you ask.

"Very frisky people here," she says. "I shudder to think how Reverend Mother Margosha would react if she knew what I was doing." She dances more. "Actually no. I would love to see how she'd react. If we ever get back, I'm going to hold dances just like that in the royal court, instead of those stuffy, proper, single-partner dances it usually has. And I used to think I was acting wild by joining those dances. But we never knew how to have fun at all."

"Yes. I could never stand dancing at your father's court."

"My bottom is positively glowing red from all the pinches and slaps I've gotten. One man had the audacity to reach up my frock and touch my flower. What do you think about that?"

She grins widely at you, but there's a studying look in her eyes revealing that she's genuinely concerned about your reaction.

"Bold man," you say. "Though I might have gone farther." You snake your own hand down to fondle between her legs. She yelps joyously.

"Do you know what I did in response?" Her own hand darts down to grab the front of your breeches. "I grabbed his rod to see how he liked it." Again, she smiles, but her eyes are alert to your expression.

"Bold woman," you reply, and she relaxes.

Return to camp.

After a few dances, a song comes up where partners change. When the transition comes, you unlink hands with Euna. She doesn't hesitate to move on to the next dancer while you dance with a frilly damsel whose breasts are bared without shame.

As you spin about the dance floor, you keep an eye on Euna when you can. She's gayfully dances about with man after man. Sometimes they've got their arms about her low enough to rest their hands upon her ass, but she pays this no heed.

You twirl with many partners, all women in various states of undress. Many of them rub close to you. A domineering woman wearing an open robe goes so far as to you wrap her leg about you during a particular spin. She eyes you provocatively as her crotch presses against you.

Soon, Euna is your partner again, and she too has dressed down. She wears only her skirt and boots. Her bodice is stuffed into her pack. Her breasts hang free as she dances exuberantly.

She sees you staring. "It's warm here," she yells over the music. "Everyone else was, so why not?"

She's right. Nearly every woman has her breasts bared or cleavage which spills over their clothes, and nearly every man is topless. By this time of evening, some dancers, male and female, are completely naked. All hanging out for anyone to see. They are an exception though, and rather drunk.

Euna tugs your shirt off and tucks it into her pack. "Now you're no longer the most conservatively dressed either," she says. For the rest of that dance, she's close to you, using every excuse to press her chest to your bare skin as she gazes into your eyes.

The transition comes, and she's away. While you dance with half-naked women, she's in the clutches of men. One slow dance has the women put their back to the men while they lead. One man behind Euna reaches around her to cup her breasts. Later, another man rakes his hands from her legs up her body, pulling her skirt up. She laughs and pushes it back down. Another presses his hand to her crotch above her skirt. He works his fingers. Euna dances with him as happily as she does any other.

Who knows how much farther Euna might have gone had the minstrels not finally stopped. The sun is low, and it's time to get back. She bounds up and wraps her arms and legs about you. You carry her from the festival. Her her body is sweaty against your back. "That was absolutely lovely," she says. "I could live in this town every night, dancing my life away, and I would die happy."

Not until you're near the slums does Euna finally redress. You two laugh and joke all the way back to your shelter.

Return to camp.

"Good heavens, did I have fun," she says. "I'm beginning to like this strange land. Shall we be getting back?"

"I think so," you say. The sun is low in the horizon.

You two leave out the front gate. After a long walk, you finally arrive back at the camp.

Return to camp.

You press your fingers into her vagina. She gasps. For several turns of the song, you two spin about. Several people glance.

Shy, Euna buries her face against your shoulder. "This is scandalous," she murmurs. "Are you trying to make sure everyone sees my intimates?"

"Everyone," To underline your point, you pull her skirt up even higher.

Her skirt is up about her waist now, and people ogle her smooth pubic moundblonde pubic bush and her ass.

Her face is red, yet she's stifling a grin. As your fingers worm inside her, she quivers. You press your lips to hers, and she passionately returns the kiss. When she pulls away, a slight moan escapes her lips.

"Okay," she says. She pushes your hand away. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to start making noises."

"Why not?" you ask.

She grins. "Have you no sense of decency?"

"None at all."

You slide your hand up her thigh. When you cup her ass, she reaches back and pulls your hand away. "Enough of that, you little deviant." She smiles at you. "There's time for that later."

"I don't think anyone here minds." You nod toward a woman kneeling beside a food stand sucking the cock of a man with his leggings about his knees.

"I am not like the other people here," she says. "How about we just dance."

Your hand slides up her thigh to her ass. She tenses at first, but doesn't stop you. Her dress rides higher and higher until the people dancing behind her can easily see her bare ass.

She glances around. "This is so indecent."

"I don't think anyone cares. Look over there." You nod toward a woman kneeling beside a food stand sucking the cock of a man with his leggings about his knees.

"I know," she says, "but somebody could be looking."

"They are," you say. "Right behind you." She looks. A dancing couple are glancing over. The man and the women are smiling coyly.

"Oh heavens!" she says, turning back.

"You can't be serious" she asks. "As much as I enjoy dancing, this isn't a dance, it's an orgy."

"Well, some people are having an orgy, but most are dancing."

"And I will not dare partake in this. I'd be molested within a minute."

"Very well, Your Highness."

"Sure," she says.

The two of you work you way closer toward the minstrels. The crowd is thick with people dancing and twirling about.

"This is lovely!" Euna says. "Come, let's dance."

She pulls you along. The two of you dance for hours, stopping only occasionally. The music and moves are foreign to both of you. Many times you both mess up or stumble into others. Euna laughs every time.

As the sky grows dark, it seems the nature of the festival becomes more liberal. Many festival goers have become drunk and raucous. Couples kiss passionately against the street-side houses. Many of the dancers have removed some clothes. Men reveal bare, hairy chests. Women bare their legs and busts. They rub themselves against their male dance partners.

Soon, people openly grope each other as they dance. Behind the minstrels, a topless woman is perched on the stage. A man is beneath her colorful frock, clearly pleasuring her with his tongue. Elsewhere, a man has a woman pressed up against a building. Her legs are wrapped about him as he hammers his cock into her. No one around them seems to care.

Several times, dancers change partners. Several men try to step in dance with Euna. She declines them all, choosing to stick with you as her sole dance partner.

"It's getting rather untamed here," she says as you spin about among the crowd.

"It is," you say.

Euna snaps her legs together.

Shirina glances. "Why? What has she done?" She steps down from her perch and tiptoes by the food platters to where you two are. "What were you able to do?" she asks.

Euna's face is flushed red. "N–Nothing."

You speak. "We were motivated by the show you just put on. Guess what she has inside of her right now."

Shirina lights up. "Oh! Apples? Aren't they fun?"

"Err... I suppose," Euna says.

"How many did you fit?"

"... just one." Euna's eyes are downcast. Her face is burning red.

"I... He wanted to see if I could fit an apple too."

Shirina lights up. "Oh, that's wonderful! How many did you fit?"

Euna is red with embarrassment. "Just one. I was just entertaining his little desire."

"He asked me to see if I could fit an apple inside myself," Euna says.

"Oh, how wonderful!" Shirina replies. "And did you? Just one?"

"Just one. Yes. And I didn't expect him to call an audience like he did."

Shirina laughs and throws an arm over Euna's shoulder. "Oh don't be embarrassed. I'm the last person to judge. I can't even look at a fruit without imaging how many I can fit inside me, but apples are the best. They were my first real foray into seeing what I could fit inside myself. I'm always glad to find another who understands." Her hug tightens.

Euna is still clutching the hem of her skirt down to cover herself, but she seems to relax a little.

"It has its appeal," Euna admits. Her blush is fading.

"You're only saying that because you're hoping I'll do it, aren't you?" Euna says.

"Sure, but aren't you even curious?"

"I think I probably could, with some effort."

You hold up an apple you collected for yourself earlier. "Then let's find out."

Euna glances toward Shirina. "Right here? In public?"

"No one's watching us. Why not?"

"There could be. People are coming and going. Shirina would need only to turn around."

"It's a risk, isn't it? But do you really think anyone would care, especially after the show Shirina just put on for all to see?"

Glancing about, Euna takes the apple. First, she contemplates, turning it over and over in her hands. Decided, she pulls back of her skirt so her bare ass is on the platform. She turns so only you have a view between her legs, and then she darts the apple beneath her and sits upon it.

Euna rocks her baldfurry slit back and forth over the apple. It takes her more effort than it took Shirina. She grunts and winces and clutches the platform. Her vaginal lips cave, and the apple pops in.

"Ooh." Euna clutches her crotch. "Satisfied?"

"Satisfied."

"Hey, Shirina. Come see what Euna can do."

"They're good for this sport," Shirina replies. "No mess. A good size. Though really it's because my family grew an orchard, so there were plenty about. I would sneak off and hide behind an apple tree in the far corner of the orchard, and I'd cram myself full of fallen apples. I was always so terrified that my brothers and sisters might stumble upon me indulging in my secret pleasure. Or heaven forbid my father should find out. Here, I can be proud of my interest, even if it does make me a spectacle for people like Miray."

"Oh, would you?" Shirina says. "I'd love to see."

Euna is still beet red. After glancing about, she spreads her legs and inches the hem of her dress up. Her sex is revealed to you both. When she rises up, the apple emerges on its own and pops out. She catches it and immediately closes her legs.

"That was marvelous! Have you tried a second?"

"No. I..." She glances about and laughs out of nervousness.

"Don't worry. I won't pressure into trying, but you must keep me up to date on your progress."

"I suppose I can." Euna's blush isn't as bad. She even smiles slightly.

"Very well." Euna spreads her legs and pulls her skirt high. When she lifts, the platform surface no longer holds the apple in her snatch, and it pops out. Euna catches it.

"Impressive," Shirina takes the apple and brings it back toward Euna's crotch.

Euna flinches away.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Shirina says. "May I please? I'd like to get a sense how easily you take it."

"I... go ahead." Euna spreads herself wider.

Without pause, Euna spreads her legs wide and raises her skirt.

Shirina presses the apple against Euna's loosened slit. It takes some working, but Euna's pussy swallows it back up. Euna bites her lip as though withholding a moan.

"Not bad." Shirina lets it slide out. She pushes it back. In and out it goes. Then she pushes it deep using two fingers. Euna quivers. Shirina keeps her palm fully against Euna's pussy to keep it in. "It doesn't want to stay in though."

"I'm still new at this." Euna's voice is breathy.

"Want to feel what an accepting flower feels like?"

Euna nods, so Shirina lets the apple slip from her. It drips with Euna's arousal. She pulls her gown's front aside to reveal her own trimmed pussy with its dark lips, and she guides Euna's hand to press the apple against her gash. Euna pushes. Shirina engulfs the apple with ease. Euna doesn't stop until she has four fingers and half her palm buried inside. This causes Shirina no discomfort.

"Impressive," Euna says.

"You keep working on it," Shirina. "I hope some day you can take an apple just as easily as I can. Maybe more..." She flexes and pops the apple out onto Euna's hand.

"Perhaps. We'll see," Euna replies.

"Of course," Shirina says. "I'll let you two eat. Enjoy yourselves." She returns to her perch.

The moment she has her back turned, Euna lifts up, sticks her hand under her skirt, and bring out the apple, now glistening with her juices.

Euna turns narrowed eyes upon you. "You knave. That was a mean trick you pulled, calling her over like that."

"And yet you showed her anyway," you say.

She blushes all over again. "Well, she... she asked so nicely."

"She did. It seems like you've found a kinship."

"But look at how happy you made her," you say.

Euna smirks despite her efforts. "Sometimes I marvel at what a gentleman you are underneath all that foolery." She regards you. "But other times, it's painfully obvious why you always seemed to spend half your life in the pillory." She hands you the slippery apple. "Now, don't waste your food."

The apple smells of female essence, but you gladly eat it.

"It's certainly not the sort of thing you'd see back home," Euna says, "and to replace the apples like that?"

"It's be a waste of food otherwise."

"One might suggest not shoving food up your nethers if you were concerned about waste."

Euna rises up, and the apple pops from her snatch. She passes it to you. "Now don't waste your food."

The apple is slick with her juice. It smells of her, but you gladly eat it.

You both finish your food. Shirina gets your attention as you're getting up. "I hope you two enjoyed your meal."

"It was splendid, thank you," Euna replies.

A girl trots up with a young man in tow. She has curves despite her young age, and she has a great mane of curly black hair that bounces with each step. She has no interest in the food, and gathers instead at the edge of a fruit display and grins at Shirina.

"Hello," the girl says.

Shirina smiles wearily in return. "Hello, Miray. I see you've brought a friend."

Miray nods. "I told him about what you did last time. He wants to see for himself."

"It's been a busy day, Miray. And I've done this so many times already..."

"Oh come on. Please? My father says you're the champion at the council's feasts. But kind of champion are you if you won't accept a challenge?"

"Oh, very well. But we must be quick about it." Shirina sits on the platform facing them with her legs spread. She drapes the front flap of her dress over one leg to reveal herself to the two. She holds her hand out to them expectantly. Miray snatches an apple from the fruit display and kneels between Shirina's legs.

But when she moves the fruit to her snatch, Shirina stops her. "Ah ah. I'll do it." She takes the apple and rubs it up and down her slit. Her trim, bristled pubic hairs brush the apple's flesh. Her juices spread over it. And then she pushes. The dark, thick lips of her pussy engulf the fruit. With her index finger, she pushes it deep within herself, and when she withdraws, her lips close, and it's as though nothing were inserted at all.

The young man marvels. "Father above..."

"See?" Miray says. "I told you. And she hasn't even started." She fetches another apple and holds it up. "Can I put in the next one, please?"

"If you must."

Miray puts the apple to Shirina's snatch, and with an open palm, shoves it in.

Shirina recoils. "Gently," she says, but Miray keeps pushing until it too is engulfed. Two of her fingers burrow past Shirina's lips, depositing the apple deep.

The young man hands Miray the next, and Miray immediately pushes it in after the others. Shirina bites her lip and clutches the platform rim. The third apple disappears.

Then comes the fourth apple. Miray has to put some force into this one. Open palm, elbow out, she shoves hard.

Shirina winces. "Careful..." but Miray doesn't let up. She even grabs Shirina's hip to keep her sliding back. Eventually the apple is engulfed, but barely. When Miray takes her hand away, Shirina's pussy flowers outward, the apple emerges. Only by leaving her hand pressed to Shirina's pussy can she keep it in.

But then Miray reaches for a fifth apple.

"No, dear. It's not going to fit," Shirina says.

"My father says you took much more at the council's feast."

"That takes preparation. I'm afraid four must satisfy you today."

"But it doesn't."

"Can you fit four apples in your nest?"

Miray narrows her eyes. "Oh fine." She turns to her friend. "But you see? She's got a cavern between her legs."

He nods. His eyes are still fixed upon Shirina's pussy.

"Come on." Miray leads him away. She waves over her shoulder. "Bye, Shirina."

"You take these apples!" Shirina tenses her abdomen. An apple pops out, which she waves at the two.

"No thanks!" The two dart off around the corner.

Shirina sighs. She squeezes out the remaining three apples. After wiping her vaginal juices off them, she glances about, then replaces three onto the stack with the other fruit. When she spots you two watching, she casts a guilty expressions as though to say, "this will be our little secret."

She bites into the last apple as she retakes her perch atop the food platform.

"Fascinating."

"I bet you could fit an apple or two."

The girl finishes and leaves the bowl of berries for you two. Meanwhile, Shirina is now free from her conversation.

Euna eyes Shirina's leaking tits. "Oh very well. A little I suppose" Euna offers her mug to Shirina.

Shirina hoists her tit over it. With a squeeze, milk sprays from the pores of her nipple. It swirls into the drink, mixing dark, stout-brown brew with pale clouds.

"Thank you." Euna sips, weighs the flavor, and nods. "It is good."

Shirina does the same for your drink. "Enjoy, you two!"

You and Euna sip your drinks in privacy while Shirina serves others. Euna seems lost in thought.

"Do you actually like it," you ask.

"I do. Though I wonder if it's really better than mare or goat milk. I think most people here pester Shirina for her breastmilk because they're perverts." Euna notices a splatter of milk upon her wrist. She licks it up. "Hmm. Maybe it is better. Perhaps if we return home, I could have a nursemaid tend to my guests and me during supper." She frowns. "But then I wouldn't want to do to a nursemaid what this town does to Shirina."

"What if you supplied the milk yourself?"

"Now there's a thought. Every supper, I'd expose my breasts and squeeze out my own cream for nobles and boyars alike. How appalled they'd be."

"Now who's the pervert?" you ask.

Grinning, she sips her drink and wiggles her hips mischievously.

Shirina is wiping her breasts clean when you two return.

"The Boza was lovely," Euna says. "Thank you."

The children bring out another pot of Boza. Shirina removes the wax seal and breaths deep the vapors. People congregate.

The very first customer brings his mug to Shirina for milk. She drapes open her dress and kneads her breasts. More people collect mugs of Boza. The crowd grows, yet no milk dribbles from her nipples.

"Get on with it," one man says.

"One moment." Shirina works her breasts.

"My Boza is getting cold," says a woman.

More complaints come. Shirina placates as best she can. Then someone pours their drink onto the floor and tosses away their cup. He leaves.

"Have patience, please."

More cups spill.

This is too much for Euna. She storms up. "Behave yourselves," she snaps. "She's already doing what she can."

"She's taking too long." a man shouts.

"So she is. Pour your drinks back into the pot and wait. I'm sure it can be reheated. Do not act like spoiled infants and waste the drink the children made for you."

The man holds his drink out and makes a show of pouring it on the tiles.

Euna delivers a slap squarely across his face. The man stumbles to the ground. Silence follows.

He gapes at her. "You hit me."

Euna addresses everyone. "Pour your drinks back into the pot and wait. I will not tell you again."

One by one, they return their drinks. A few leave. Most wait patiently. The man Euna struck scurries off.

"Thank you." Shirina still massages her tits fervently. "You've got a stronger will than I. I don't think I could ever be so firm with them."

"Then it's a blessing I'm here," Euna replies. "It's dreadful how they treat you."

"Oh, they're not all bad. They're just..." She trails off. Her concentration is on her breasts.

"Is there any way I can help?" Euna asks.

"Actually, what I really need is a good suckling upon my breasts. That always gets my milk flowing."

"Hmm." Euna deliberates. "Very well." She turns to you. "Make yourself comfortable. We're staying a while longer."

"Yes, My Lady."

This is too much for Euna. She runs up to the crowd. "Stop. Please. She's already doing everything she can."

"She's taking too long." a man shouts.

"I won't drink it without milk," a woman says.

You step beside Euna. "But it seems Shirina's tits are disobeying her today. Rest assured, everyone, Shirina is punishing them as we speak."

Some people snicker. Shirina is mauling her tits fiercely.

"I, for one, will not be happy until I have my milk," you add, "which is why I won't draw my cup until her tits drip like the quim of a princess maiden who's just been kidnapped by ruffians."

More chuckles. The tension is breaking.

"So let us all pour our drinks back in the pot and...

...wait."

...enjoy the show as my fair lady sucks the milk from Shirina's teats."

Many eyebrows go up. They're intrigued.

Euna murmurs to you. "I would gladly suck her teat for everyone's entertainment simply because you told me so, but don't you think you should have asked Shirina first?"

"Actually," Shirina says. "Your help would be lovely. A suckling pair of lips never fails to get me flowing."

"Then of course I will help."

Euna gapes at you. "I'll do what?"

"You'll give them a show. That'll calm them down."

"In front of all these people?"

"Actually," Shirina says. "That would help me immensely. A suckling pair of lips never fails to get me flowing."

Euna looks over the crowd with trepidation. "I... very well then. If you want me to do it, then of course will."

"And make a show of it," you whisper.

"Actually, that would help," Shirina says.

Euna sighs. "Then of course I will." She glowers at you, "Though we could have done without an announcement."

Euna climbs onto the platform and straddles Shirina's lap. Shirina reclines back and proffers one tit. Euna closes her lips about the nipple, and she suckles.

Conversations lull. Eyes gather on those two.

Shirina cradles Euna's head and holds her closer. Euna sits more comfortably in her lap. After a minute of this, Euna lifts away and tweaks Shirina's nipple. A dribble of milk appears. She licks it away and suckles more, but her hands remain on Shirina's breasts. They squeeze and caress.

Shirina lets out a shuddered sigh. She presses her hands overtop of Euna's, encouraging her to squeeze more, touch more.

Euna pulls away, breathy. Her hands knead both breasts, but the one she's been suckling now sprays milk with each squeeze. It runs down Euna's hand. Their eyes meet. Shirina pulls her close and locks lips with her. The two kiss passionately as though they were the only two here. But then someone approaches with a mug and clears his throat.

Euna glares, but Shirina is more accommodating.

"Hold it close," Shirina says. The man does, and she squeezes milk into his drink. Euna turns her attention to Shirina's other tit. She suckles and squeezes, and she grinds her crotch against Shirina's leg.

Shirina pets Euna's hair affectionately, but now she's more focused on serving the crowd. Men and women alike approach to get doses of her milk.

Euna gets her other tit to start producing. She enjoys it for herself by squeezing it so milk sprays from the nipple. It splatters Euna's face and neck, and then she licks the drops from the nipple.

But the line of patrons is growing. And as much as both clearly want this to continue, Shirina is committed to her duty. She serves people from both tits, and Euna climbs off.

"Thank you so very much," Shirina says.

In reply, Euna gives her one last lingering kiss before leaving her to tend her flock.

Euna returns to you. Droplets of milk dot her cleavage. "There. Now we can go.""I hope I performed to your satisfaction.""I got a little carried away," she says. "Shall we leave?"

Two of the children over a giant clay pot. Shirina clears a spot for it, and after they depart, she pries off the waxed cork top. Steam curls up. She scoops out a dark brown draft with a frothy head, tries it, and nods in satisfaction.

Smell of mulled cinnamon and honey attracts people. One man scoops up a mug and turns to Shirina. "Any milk today?"

"Let's see," Shirina says. "Give me a minute."

Her dress is split along the flanks from the armholes down. It's held to her only by a cloth sash about her waist. She pulls open the splits to expose her tits, and she squeezes and tweaks her nipples. Men and women wait about for Shirina. The crowd grows. Some look impatient.

Finally, milk dribbles. It's hardly anything, but the first man thrusts his mug before her. Hovering her nipple over it, she squeezes and mauls her tit. Milk drips into his drink.

The next steps up. She milks her other tit into their drink. Her dribbles turn to leaks, which turn to sprays. By the last few drinkers, her tits leak readily.

Euna finishes her meal and approaches. "Mind if I ask? What strange drink is this that these people flavor with your own breastmilk?"

"It's boza. The children brew it themselves. You absolutely must try it." Shirina gathers two mugs from what remains.

Euna accepts. "It smells wonderful. Reminds me of Sbiten, a drink from back home. Though we mixed it with mare's milk. We would never dream of using a woman's breastmilk."

"It's custom here," Shirina says, "ever since my breasts first grew heavy after my first child. That was long, long ago." She cups her leaking tits. Rivulets of dried milk trail from the nipple. "I have some left in me, if you wish."

"Thank you, but I'll have it straight."

"Same. No thank you."

"Come now, Euna. We should enjoy it in the proper Cockaigne tradition."

"Milk?" Shirina asks.

"Not much. Just a thimble's worth," Euna says. "We'd be most grateful."

"A thimble? Oh! This is for Lanx and Fira, isn't it?"

"...they told us not to tell anyone."

"Those two and their secret projects... It seems like every month Fira is smuggling herself into the city to ask my help with another project of theirs. Though they were right about not discussing it. Alchemy attracts the wrong sorts of attention, and so do those two. Milk this time, is it?" She pulls aside her dress to expose a boob and hooks a finger at Euna. "You may have your thimble, but you must take it yourself."

"Very well," Euna climbs up and straddles Shirina. She fastens her lips to her nipple and kneads with her hands. Shirina twitches with pleasure.

Every time Euna pulls away, the nipple leaks more. Once it sprays easily, Euna wipes away her saliva and fills the thimble. The moment the chore is done, Shirina pulls Euna into a deep kiss. Their tits press together. Milk leaks down Euna's bodice.

You've long ago stowed the milk by the time the two break away. Both are breathless and flustered.

"You want me to milk you?" Euna asks. "Whatever for?"

"Consider it my price."

"Very well," Euna climbs onto the platform and takes Shirina's tit into her hands. She squeezes and massages and tweaks.

"It would go faster if you used your mouth," Shirina says.

"I'm sure it would." Euna tweaks onward, but after several fruitless minutes, she relents and sucks upon the nipple. Droplets appear quickly. Euna readies the thimble, but it takes nearly five more minutes—and a lot of swallowed milk—before the tit flows enough from simple kneading. Much sprays over Euna's hands, but she gets her thimble's worth.

Afterward, Euna licks droplets off her hand. "Thank you, Shirina. You are quite gracious."

Shirina tucks her tit away. A dark stain appears on her dress overtop her nipple. "You will pass along my regards to those two tinkerers, won't you?"

"Of course."

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"Quite all right by me," Shirina says. "There's more boza left, and everyone will want my milk. I'll be wrung dry by the end."

"Maybe they should learn to make do with animal milk and leave you in peace," Euna says.

"Then I doubt anyone would drink the children's boza at all."

Another man wants milk, and Shirina's diverts her attention to nurse herself into his drink.

You and Euna take your drinks back to your seats. "It's a town of entitled perverts," she says. "I don't mind the perversion, but they shouldn't demand so much from her."

Shirina is wiping her breasts clean when you return.

"The Boza was lovely," Euna says. "Thank you."

Today, the children bring out another jug of boza. As Shirina removes the wax lid, she looks around and spots Euna. "I don't suppose I could bother you," she says.

"Of course you may." Euna sets aside her food and climbs up to her. Shirina draws her dress aside to reveal her breasts, and Euna straddles her lap and takes a nipple into her mouth.

As Euna suckles, she kneads Shirina's tits. Her hands also exploring along the woman's flank, and her belly, and her legs. Shirina cradles Euna's head to her chest. Her breath quivers.

Euna pulls away. Droplets appear at Shirina's nipple, which Euna laps up. She switches to the other breast. With enough suckling, the other nipple becomes more receptive, as do both women. Euna is grinding her sex against Shirina's leg while Shirina clutches her close.

Their eyes meet. Their gazes linger. Their lips lock, and their bodies press together. Euna's hands work Shirina's breasts. Milk spills over her hands and down Shirina's belly.

The two could be lost in each other's passion forever, except a man approaches with a mug of boza. Shirina reluctantly pulls Euna away to squeeze milk into his drink. Others wait in line.

However, Shirina isn't finished with Euna. She pushes Euna down her body until Euna's head is between her legs. She spreads herself and drapes her dress to one side, revealing her damp sex. Euna obediently buries her tongue among its folds.

However, Euna is not fished. While Shirina works, Euna slithers down her body to between her legs. She drapes Shirina's dress to the side and buries her tongue into the folds of Shirina's damp sex.

The affect on Shirina is electric. She trembles and whimpers while serving people. In between cups of boza, she squeezes her tits so milk runs down her belly and over her labia for Euna to lap up.

The pleasure mounts. Shirina groans and squeezes Euna's head between her thighs. In her orgasm, her body quakes, and her tits leak.

After recovering, she returns to her duty. The two share one final lasting kiss. They whisper in each other's ear, and then part.

Euna returns to you.

"Aren't you the helpful one," you say.

"That woman needs all the help she can get," Euna replies. "I only wish I could do more for her."

One by one, the crowd pour their drinks back into the pot. Some leave. Most choose to enjoy other foods in the meantime.

"I'm grateful to you." Shirina still kneads her tits. "It shouldn't take me too much longer."

"Take all the time you need." Euna sidles close and plants a kiss on your cheek. "And thank you."

Minutes later, milk finally dribbles from her nipples. People collect mugs of Boza once again, and Shirina serves them. Soon, she has a flock of thirsty customers, and her tit milk flows freely.

"Of course." Propping her legs wide and positioning her vagina right at the edge of the cutting board, Shirina engages her core. The cut of sausage slithers forth. It bonks against the board and drags along. "Take what you wish," she says.

Taking a knife, you cut a few slices off the end. It's edges are creamed with her pussy's juices. The taste of her essence is subtle compared to the heavy spices of the meat.

Shirina looks to Euna. "And you?"

Euna eyes the sausage. A black pubic hair clings to its end. "I'll pass, thank you."

Euna hesitates before finally coming forward. She cuts a sliver off, being careful not to touch Shirina vaginal lips. She scrutinizes the piece, sniffs it, and finally pops it in her mouth.

"And?" Shirina asks.

"It was good," she says. "I don't mean anything by this, but I think I'd prefer my sausage ungarnished."

Shirina laughs. "Yes, I understand. This is a treat more usually appreciated by the men." She presses the sausage back within herself. "Though tell me. How was the rest of your meal?"

"Sure." Euna strides up and cuts a few slivers off the end of the sausage. After a quick sniff, she pops it in her mouth.

"And?" Shirina asks.

"Quite good. Your nectar makes a wonderful, and subtle, addition. It could be a fine garnish to any food."

"Oh, quite a few foods have been flavored by my nectar. The men love it."

"I can see why," Euna says. "It's the naughtiness of it that makes it so delectable. I would love to try it on more foods had I not just eaten."

Shirina pushes the sausage back within herself. "Oh, and how was your meal?"

"I too will pass," Euna says. "Isn't this unsanitary?"

"This will take a fair bit of cleanup later," she admits. "How was your meal?"

"It was wonderful as always."

Shirina smiles. "I'm glad." She gets up and begins correcting the food displays. Other customers wonder in from the festival down the street and peruse the food selections. Shirina waves them over. "Excuse me, but I have a special treat here if you're interested."

The people surround her. You and Euna step away and watch as Shirina's sex flowers outward, revealing the cut sausage. It bonks against the cutting board and drags along. The people are interested, and so Shirina reaches between her legs to cut slivers of pussy-creamed sausage for them.

"Such a strange practice," Euna mutters. "She seems to enjoy it though."

"You think you'd ever try it?" you ask.

She looks bewildered. "I've never even thought of such a thing. I doubt it, but it was impressive nonetheless."

After the crowd have moved along, Shirina pushes the remaining sausage into herself again with a pleasurable shudder. She smiles at you when she notices you two are still here.

Two couples show up, each a man and a woman. From their loud laughing and cajoling, they're going to be trouble. Like many, they first refill their wine before circling about the banquet. They pick at various small foods to put on plates, but they play with the food too. One man bends his female companion back and puts a dollop of pudding in her cleavage, which he sucks off noisily. She yelps and giggles. The next man takes large flat bread and balances it on his head. He stacks items on the bread until it topples, making a mess about the floor and platform. They all laugh. Shirina watches them closely as the men continue their buffoonery to entertain their ladies.

Then one of them finds a sausage. Its the length of his arm and twice as thick as his wrist. Snickering, he stuffs the end of the sausage down the front of his pants. He strokes the meat as though it were his own massive erection. This gets a laugh from his friend, but the ladies roll their eyes. He ambles around the platform pretending to be a confused old man. Every time he turns, his sausage "cock" knocks over bowls and stacked foods. This gets a snicker from all his companions.

Afterward, he tries to put the sausage back.

Shirina intervenes. "Let's not return food that's been down our breeches, shall we?"

"But I don't want it," the man replies. "It's touched my wood."

"I've seen you eat food off of many other body parts. And I recall last week when you used your own staff as a stirring stick for a cream batter, and you and your lady ate all of that."

All four guests chuckle as they recall this.

The other man pipes up. "Hey. You're the woman who serves food at the council dinner. They say you have a disappearing act."

"I do," Shirina replies.

Grinning, he huddles with his three companions and they discuss. After all nod, they face Shirina again and offer the sausage. "We want to see it."

"If I do this, you'll eat what you've taken and stop playing with the food?"

"Agreed."

Rising, Shirina clears a spot on the platform edge while the others gather stools to sit about her. The effect is she standing on the table where they're gathered, putting her before all of them. They watch in anticipation as they eat.

Shirina clutches the log of sausage and squeezes it along its length to bring out its oils. She lifts aside a side-slit in her gown and slips the sausage underneath. Though it's out of view, she's clearly holding it vertically between her legs.

Slowly, she begins squatting down.

"No," Euna whispers. "Is she actually going to do what I think?"

"Let's stay and find out."

"Perhaps we should leave."

"Perhaps we should," Euna says. "It's about to get greasy."

As Shirina continues her lewd performance, you and Euna finish your food quickly and depart.

"But that sausage was twice as thick as my wrist," Euna replies. "How could it fit?"

"We'll see."

Shirina squats deeper. Her gown starts coiling upon upon the platform. Her shapely legs emerge from the slits on both sides of it. When her crotch is now as close to the floor as the sausage is long, she gasps inwardly. Her descent pauses momentarily as she seems to wriggle back and forth. Her gown acts as a curtain, hiding whatever is happening between her legs. As soon as she starts descending again, her audience hoots and cheers.

Although unseen, she's clearly sinking down upon the sausage. Lower she goes into a deep squat. Her breath is short. She's biting her lip in a mix of pain and pleasure. Her crotch is only inches from the platform surface when she pauses. Looking her audience in the eyes, she rises slightly, lowers, rises again, lowers. They are loving this, and from the way Shirina is flustered, so is she.

With a final shudder, her crotch touches down upon the stage. Her audience cheers.

Stiffly, Shirina rocks back from her squat to lying on her back with her splayed crotch pointed toward them. She hooks the side of her gown at the waist and pulls it aside. She has a long gash for a pussy with thick, dark lips lined with trimmed black fur. Her slit is startlingly wet and oozing. Much of it is sausage grease, but there is no sign of the sausage.

"And it's gone," Shirina says. More cheers from the others. "Now..." She fetches a nearby cutting board and sets it before her snatch. She strains, and her pussy blossoms open. The sausage emerges and oozes partway out onto the cutting board. It's dripping with mixed oil and vaginal juices. "Who would like to partake?"

The men eagerly fetch a knife and cut slices off the sausage's end. Though the ladies were entertained, the men must entice them before they eat food from another woman's sex, but they do. As they all eat, Shirina pushes and more slides out from within her.

After the guests have had their fun, they head off. One of the women waves goodbye to Shirina, but otherwise, they don't acknowledge her.

"Good Lord." Euna says. "I can't believe she did that." Setting aside her food, she approaches. "That was... a most interesting performance. I've never seen such an act. And that awful way they behaved."

Shirina looks up. "Oh. Don't worry about them."

"But to demand such an act from you?"

"This act is something of my specialty," Shirina answers. "Though I ordinarily only perform it at the council's banquet. Some of us girls who serve at that have a competition as to who can 'serve' the most food at once. I've been the proud champion for many years now. It's something of a guilty pleasure of mine. In fact, since I'm already messy..." She slowly presses the remaining sausage back into herself, wincing with pleasure as she does so. It disappears once again. "I think I'll have a special offer for today. Would either of you two like to partake?"

"No, thank you."

"Sure. I'll try some."

Shirina returns with a bottle filled with dark red leaves shaped like needles. "Here you go."

"Thank you," Euna says.

"And remind Fira that I'm only giving them the spice because they agreed to bring me some of their goose. I'm still waiting."

"Their goose?"

"Yes. The spices are for their goose recipe, isn't it?"

Euna frowns.

"Yes, that's right," you say. "Thank you."

"Of course." Shirina rejoins Salma in her berry feast. They take turns feeding each other in sensual ways.

"Goose?" Euna mutters to you.

"Maybe that's just what they told her," you say.

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"Yeah," says the ringleader. "So come on."

Resigned, Euna gets up.

"Bend over and show us that ass," the boy says.

"Very well," Euna gets up. "But the same rule applies. You are not to spill a drop, and you will behave yourselves afterward."

All the boys nod.

She turns and hikes her skirt up. With her legs shoulder length apart, she bends at her waist, revealing her ass and pussy to the men. They leer.

After sliding her fingers along her damp slit, Euna works them into her ass. In and out, she loosens herself up until she's able to fit two fingers on each hand and pull wide to create an opening.

The next boy bounds forward and grabs her hips.

He presses his cock against Euna's ass. His head sinks in. Removing her fingers, Euna supports herself with her hands on the street. Her hair drapes along the cobbles. It takes the boy a moment, since he's half hard, but soon he sighs with relief. Euna shudders as urine flows into her intestines.

The next boy approaches. Taking Euna's hips, he first runs the tip of his cock up and down her wet slit. "Gotta get nice and lubed first," he mutters. With that, he buries himself in Euna's snatch and fucks her rampantly for several seconds. Euna struggles to keep her awkward position.

Eventually he pulls out, lines himself up with her ass, and buries himself to the hilt. It's completely unnecessary for taking a leak, as is his thrusting.

"What are you doing?" another boy asks.

"I can't piss when I'm hard." He continues sodomizing Euna's upturned ass. Soon enough, he grunts and bends over her. Having fired his seed, he stays buried in her another minute before he's finally able to relieve himself. Everyone can tell, because Euna groans in discomfort. Her gut swells even more.

After the man backs up, a small spurt of urine escapes her ass before she can clench tight. Then comes the last boy. Encouraged by his predecessor, he too first fucks Euna's pussy, then switches to her ass, which he sodomizes to completion. Her belly sloshes. Urine dribbles down her thighs.

And then he relieves himself. Euna is groaning in discomfort as yet another bladder of urine floods inside her. He pulls out abruptly. A squirt of piss escapes, and she slaps her hand over her stretched hole. The boys don't seem to care.

She stands and holds her belly. "Now that we're quite through, you boys will behave?"

They grin. "Deals a deal."

"Good." Euna turns to you. "Please watch the food stands until I return." She winces and doubles over.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

"I will be, but I must find somewhere to do something rather private." With three fingers pressed over her anus, Euna waddles off.

You take watch. The boys leave soon enough. Others come and go. No one causes trouble.

Shirina returns before Euna does. "Where did she go?" she asks.

"She'll return," you say.

"Ah, well thank you to both of you. I hope it wasn't too much trouble."

"She enjoyed herself," you reply.

One of the young chefs scamper over to Shirina. Bouncing on his heels, the boy pleads with her and points back at the pot he was working with which is now boiling over.

Getting up, Shirina looks for Euna. "Would you mind watching the food for a minute?"

"Of course not." Euna takes Shirina's place while Shirina hurries off to help the young boy with his culinary emergency.

People come and go. No one causes trouble, except for two boys who crowd the wine casks. They drink. They talk. They laugh. The group was already rowdy, but they're getting louder.

After a quick murmur between them, they break and walk up to the wall behind the stacks of casks. Their breeches lower, and it's clear they're about to urinate.

"Excuse me," Euna gets their attention. "You're not planning to urinate here, are you? This is where people eat and drink."

"So?" one says.

"So? We can't have it smelling like a latrine."

"What are you going to do about it?" asks the other.

"I'm asking you nicely."

"Not good enough." The boys turn back to the wall.

"Wait! At least use a receptacle."

"Yeah? Like what?" The boys meander over. Euna looks around for a bowl or a pot, but all of them are filled with foods.

"How about that cute mouth of yours?" The boys snickered.

"Just hold on," she replies.

"What about this one?" a boy indicates pot filled with custard.

"No, just wait." Euna searches frantically.

"What about this?" the other boy takes a bowl currants and hovers his cock above it. "I think this will work just fine."

"Don't ruin the food!"

"You're the one who wanted us to use receptacles. You've no one to blame but yourself." Holding his dick poised, he started to relax.

"Okay, fine. My mouth."

The boy shrugs. "I think I'm happy with this bowl."

"The children worked hard to make this food," Euna replies.

"Hmm, maybe with a please, I might change my mind."

"Okay, please."

"Please what?"

Euna sighs. "Please use my mouth as your urine receptacle."

They pretend to mull it over. "Okay then. But you'll drink all of our piss. And if you spill even a drop, we'll use the bowls for the rest."

"Okay." Euna climbs down from her perch and sits on her butt before the boys.

The boys startle. "Are you serious?"

"If this is the only way to keep you from acting like children, then fine." Euna climbs down from her perch. She sits on the ground before the boys. "You will do so slowly, so as not to spill, and afterward, you will behave yourselves. If not, I'll swat you all until you're flat on your backs. Understood?"

The boys nod eagerly. "We understand."

"And you will thank me for this privilege."

"Thank you," they say in chorus.

The first steps up to her. She leans forward and fixes her lips about the end of his cock. It takes a moment for him to relax, especially since he's half-hard, but soon he's relieving himself, and Euna gulps every drop.

The next boy steps up. Euna dutifully switches to him and gulps away. He's nearly hard by the time he's done. He thrusts into Euna's mouth while resting a hand on her head. She tolerates this a while, but eventually pulls away.

Two full bladders' worth of urine sit in Euna's belly.

"I can't believe you actually did that," one boy says.

"Will you behave yourselves now? And respect the food the chefs worked so hard to make?"

"Sure, sure. Whatever." They head back to the wine casks and refill their steins. They frequently glance Euna's way and snicker. She returns to her perch and pays them no heed.

Eventually Shirina returns. "Thank you so much for watching the displays. I hope it wasn't much trouble."

"No trouble at all," Euna says.

"But we still have to take a piss," the boy says.

"Then go find some place else. She told you she can drink no more, and we won't risk defiling the food."

Muttering, the boys depart. Some still complain that they never got a turn, but none put up an argument.

Holding her belly, Euna cimbs up to the perch. "Thank you for helping me fend them off." She sits. "But I would have done it, you know."

"I know, but it really might have gotten messy. And around the food?"

"You're right. I let myself get carried away."

Shirina returns shortly. "Any trouble."

"Nothing we couldn't handle," Euna replies.

You search the street she disappeared down and find her around the block.

What you see is a peculiar sight.

Euna is knelt down along the side of the street, right over a grate. Her skirt is discarded next to her. However, behind her is a Simori nun in full habit whose crouched down with her face buried between Euna's ass cheeks, cleaning with her tongue. Euna holds her head in place with a hand atop the girl's wimple.

She spots you. "I thought I told you to watch the stands."

"Shirina took over, and you were taking a while. What's happening here?"

"This kind sister came upon me while I was using this sewer grate to relieve myself. I explained what I'd let the boys do in order to spare the food displays, and she asked if there was any way she could help. There was, though I don't imagine it's what she had in mind." She frowns. Her belly grumbles. "Hold on. It seems I wasn't quite finished."

She steers the nun's face away, lowers her ass to the grate, and spews a quick gush of brownish urine from her ass. Most splatters deep below, but rivulets now run along her ass cheeks and thighs. A few are running down alongside her labia.

The nun is dismayed to see all her progress undone.

Euna guides her face back into her crack. "I shouldn't be much longer." Yet two more times she has another torrent to push out, and both times require the nun to start over. From Euna's contented shudders, she may be allowing this to go on longer than necessary.

But soon enough, she lets the nun go. "Thank you, sister. You've been most helpful." She kisses her and licks clean a wet rivulet upon the sister's chin.

The sister favors her with a queasy smile and hurries off.

Euna dresses quickly, and you two head back to the feast.

Shirina has everything under control. "Thank you!" she says.

"My pleasure," Euna replies.

What you see is a peculiar sight.

Euna is knelt down along the side of the street, right over a grate. Her skirt is discarded next to her. However, a man is standing before her with his tunic pulled open, and she's sucking his dick.

After a while of sucking his shaft, she pulls away and takes over with her hands. She does this in order to lower her ass to the grate and spew a quick gush of brownish urine from her ass. Most splatters deep below, but rivulets run along her ass cheeks and thighs.

"Got distracted, I see," you say.

"I won't be much longer," she replies. "This man offered to help me."

"I won't if you don't do your job." He steers Euna's mouth back to his crotch. Euna returns to fellating him for all she's worth. It pays off when he clasps her head in place and floods the back of her mouth with his cum. He keeps her fixed to his crotch until he's recovered his breath, and then releases. Euna gasps for breath.

"All right," he says. "You ready?"

"One moment." Euna squats over the grate and pushes out one last torrent of messy waste. A few clumps escape. Then she sits down, lies back, and spreads her legs wide to reveal her messy thighs and ass.

The man takes aim with his dick. A stream of urine fires out and splashes Euna's thighs.

Euna flinches. "Shouldn't you get closer so it splatters less?"

"It's fine." He directs his stream along the messy parts of her thighs. Brown rivulets wash away. He focuses on the crack of her ass, and she spreads her cheeks with her hands. The filth soaking her hole cleans. Then he douses her pussy. Only a little mess existed there, which quickly washes away, but he doesn't stop. He aims higher, wetting her smooth skin up to her navel. saturating her pubic bush with his urine.

"You're aiming too high," she says.

"I'll clean where I want," he replies. "I didn't have to help, you know."

"Okay..." Euna lets him soak her belly and clit. His stream ends, and he steps forward so Euna can lick the last drop off his dick. Afterward, he tugs his tunic in place and walks off without another word.

Euna swipes as much urine off as she can and dresses.

"That's how you decided to clean up?" you ask.

"Eh, well no. It was his idea."

"And you had to suck him off first?"

"He couldn't relieve himself because of his erection, which he got from looking at me, so he argued..." She pauses. "I just let a complete stranger take advantage of me, didn't I?"

"You did. And it was perfect," you say.

"Somehow I knew you'd approve."

Back at the food layout, Shirina has everything under control. "Thank you!" she says to Euna.

"My pleasure," Euna replies.

One of the young chefs scampers to Shirina. It seems he needs help with whatever he's working on.

Shirina looks to Euna.

Euna nods. "Go ahead. I'll watch the display."

She takes the perch, and you sit on the platform near her to keep her company. Time passes without incident, until a familiar group of boys arrive. Two are the ones who used Euna's mouth as a urine receptacle, only now they have three other boys with them. Gathered about the wine casks, they drink and talk Frequently, they glance at Euna. It's clear the original two are sharing with the others about their previous encounter.

"These boys again..." Euna mutters.

"You know what they'll want," you say.

"I know..."

Soon they approach. "We need to take a piss," one says.

"All of you?" Euna asks.

"Yeah, and we're going to piss wherever we damn well please. ...unless someone begs us nicely to do something else."

Euna glances toward Shirina, who's still preoccupied.

Then, "Please use my mouth instead." Euna gets down from the perch and sits before the boys.

"Not convincing." The ringleader takes a pot of berries and pulls out his dick.

He's poised to use it when Euna tries again. "I'm begging you. Urinate in my mouth. Fill my belly with your hot piss. Let me savor every drop. Give it to me, please. I want it." She bites her lips and eyes them suggestively. Most of the lads seem dumbfounded by how sincere she's acting.

But not the ringleader. "Hmm. I guess since you've asked so nicely." He puts down the pot and stands over Euna. "But only if you drink every drop."

"Yes, sir."

They all nod.

Euna mulls it over and shrugs. "Fine, but only if you promise to behave yourselves. If you disrespect the work the children have put into this, or you will know pain. Understood?" She gets down from the perch and sits before the boys.

Most are dumbfounded that she simply assumed that they would use her mouth, and how she acts as though this is all normal. However, the ringleader steps over Euna.

His dick upon her lips, he relieves himself. Euna suckles every drop. Then comes the next boy. She struggles to swallow down his offering. Groaning, she rubs her piss-swollen belly. When the third man approaches, Euna stops him.

"No more," she says. "There is no chance I can drink three more."

"If you don't finish, we'll piss all over this food," the ringleader says. "...unless you can find us another receptacle we might enjoy."

Confused, Euna looks toward Shirina.

"No, not her," the boy says. "You. You've got room in your gut, don't you?"

Euna's eyes widen. "My gut?" She turns to you, eyes wide and anxious.

"But I have to pee," one of the remaining boys says.

"I am aware." Euna rubs her full belly and ponders. An intrigued look comes over her. "I've got an unorthodox idea." She faces you. "I've room in my gut. Do you think I should allow the boys to fill that?"

"That's bound to get messy. I think you boys should run along."

"Yes. Euna, let these boys fill your bowels with their urine. You did promise."

"I think that's a marvelous idea."

One of the young chefs scamper over to Shirina. Bouncing on his heels, the boy pleads with her and points back at the pot he was working with which is now boiling over.

Getting up, Shirina looks for Euna. "Would you mind watching the food for a minute?"

"Of course not." Euna takes Shirina's place while Shirina hurries off to help the young boy with his culinary emergency.

People come and go. No one causes trouble, except for two boys who crowd the wine casks. They drink. They talk. They laugh. The group was already rowdy, but they're getting louder.

After a quick murmur between them, they break and walk up to the wall behind the stacks of casks. Their breeches lower, and it's clear they're about to urinate.

"Excuse me!" Euna yells.

They turn to look.

"You can't relieve yourselves here," she says. "This is where people eat and drink."

"So?" one says.

"So? We shall not have it smelling like a latrine."

"What are you going to do about it?" asks another.

Euna rises. "I will come over there and swat you. Now go."

The men mutter among themselves. Breeches come up, and they wander off.

No more trouble comes about before Shirina returns.

"Thank you," Shirina says. "Any trouble?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle."

Euna returns after a few more minutes. Her hands rest on her abdomen, which is considerably less swollen.

"I found a sewer grate to use," Euna says. "It was a mere block away. You'd think the boys could have used that."

Shirina speaks. "Thank you for watching the displays," Shirina says "I hope it wasn't too much of a bother."

"No bother at all," Euna replies. "I'm glad that I can help the children however I can."

Soon, a man and a woman with arms over each other's shoulder. Judging from their gait, both are tipsy.

Shirina brightens when they near. "Oh, hello you two!"

"Hello, Shirina," the woman smiles.

"We were in the mood for something sweet," the man adds.

"Of course." Shirina gestures toward the fruits, puddings, chocolates, cakes, and pies. The couple inspect the selection.

"I feel like chocolate," the woman stops before a bowl of chocolate sauce kept liquid by a candle beneath it.

"A good choice. I'll join you." Shirina undoes her sash and strips off her gown. It crumples in a heap, and she's left nude, brazenly displaying her matronly breasts and trimmed mound. She tiptoes over the other food arrangments and sits on the edge of the platform beside them. "Try it with these fruits." She offers a bowl of berries and chopped stone fruits.

As the couple pick through the bowl, Shirina scoops chocolate sauce with a goblet and carries it, dripping, over herself and pours a thin stream into the valley between her breasts. It runs down along her belly. Some drips down her sides. Most runs toward her sex. The couple intercept the stream with berries and enjoy their chocolate-covered delights.

They eat many fruits this way. Some chocolate reaches Shirina's slit despite their efforts, so the man rubs a strawberry up and down Shirina's plump vaginal lips, smearing chocolate about.

Their feast grows more heated. The woman caresses a sprig of elderberries from Shirina's pubic mound up to her breasts, mopping up chocolate. After, she leans and runs her tongue along the same path to clean the smears. Shirina spreads her legs wide and pours chocolate upon her pubic mound. The woman buries her face in Shirina's chocolate-matted bush and laps at her slit.

Shirina spoons another helping of chocolate upon her tits, and the man licks and sucks every trace away.

Shirina revels in the pleasure of their tongues until the goblet is empty. Then the couples' attention turns to each other. The man's hands slide under the girl's dress to her sexual core. Her hands explore under his shirt. Both are a mess of chocolate. Clothes come off. They fall to the floor, and they have slow sensual sex before everyone. Chocolate stains cover their bodies.

Afterward, they collect. "That was lovely," the woman says to Shirina.

"The pleasure was mine. You two are my favorite guests."

The nude and messy couple depart. Shirina cleans herself with a rag. After donning her gown, she retakes her perch at the platform's center. Her hand sneaks through the side-slit of her gown, and she's idly playing with herself when you and Euna approach.

"That was quite the show," Euna says. "I'm glad that couple were at least respectful toward you."

"My word," Euna says. "That was quite... sexual. At least that couple was more respectful toward you."

"Of course they are," Shirina says. "Those two are old friends. I've known them for decades."

Periodically, nuns in white habits arrive carrying barrels or crates which they give to the children cooking. Inside are raw ingredients to resupply. The little chefs occasionally finish food and carry it out to the display. Shirina helps them set up.

Then two rowdy men come over from the festival, each obviously drunk. First, they help themselves to more wine from casks along the edge. Sloppy, they spill much of it, which they giggle about.

Next comes food. After circling about the banquet platform like vultures, they pillage. One man picks through a greasy stack of ribs. He takes the ones he wants and tosses the others over his shoulder. Another jabs his hand into a bowl of figs, mashing many. He eats a handful, sneers, and upends the bowl onto the platform. Figs scatter everywhere.

"Now now," Shirina says, "Mind your manners."

"Pah!" one shouts. "The food is for us."

"It's for all of you. Let's not ruin the food for everyone."

"We will eat how we want," the other man says. "If you don't want us serving ourselves, then you serve us."

"I will if you behave yourselves. Agreed?"

In response, one man grabs a stuffed meat roll pastry and thrusts it toward Shirina. She dangles the roll above his as though toying with a cat. He bites and tears off a chunk. Dripping grease runs down her arm. She smiles seductively as he eats, but patience is behind that grin.

The next man presents her with a bowl of dumplings. As she takes it, he hooks the side-slit of her gown and pulls, baring a nipple of her weighty breasts. "I want something to eat off of."

Shirina bats his hand away. "I will do that." Sitting up, she pulls a shoulder of her gown overhead. The top half crumbles about her waist leaving her full breasts exposed. She takes a dumpling, wedges it into her cleavage, and pushes out her chest.

The man buries his face between her boobs and eats heartily while she cradles his head as though breastfeeding. When he finishes, she wedges another on in there for him. Rivulets of grease run down her belly and soak into her gold sash.

Meanwhile, the other man has eaten the meat roll she proffered and has taken to licking her fingers, her hand, and then moving down her forearm, licking grease from her skin. Passing by her armpits, he too comes to her cleavage. While the other man eats his dumpling, he busies himself by sucking Shirina's nipple. When she wedges in another dumpling, they nudge each other's heads out of the way in a fight over it. She puts up with all of this with a cool smile.

After groping and sucking her breasts a while longer, they pull away, the men have had their fill. Reclaiming their wine goblets, they amble off back toward the festival with out so much as thanking her.

One of the young chef's approach with a rag. Shirina takes it gratefully and cleans the grease off her chest as best she can. After sliding her gown back in place, she sets about correcting the food displays the men ruined.

"My Lord, that was awful," Euna says. Getting up, she strides to Shirina. "Are you okay?"

"Me? Oh yes, I'm fine."

"How can they get away with that behavior?"

Shirina flaps a hand dismissively. "They weren't that bad. Manners are in short supply in the city of excess. When rowdy lots like that come, it's best just to indulge them and get them on their way."

"And you let them molest you like that?"

"It's a bother, yes, but better to let them take their rowdiness out on me than have them wreck the displays, or bother my young chefs."

"Well, we will be respectful," Euna says.

Shirina smiles. "I appreciate that. I hope you enjoyed your food."

"It was delectable. Please pass our compliments on to the chefs."

"I'd be delighted to," she steps away to speak with the children.

"What a strange town this is," Euna mutters while Shirina is away.

"Yes," you reply. "You wouldn't see that back home."

She nods. "Such lewdness must be a common affair here, and she said those men weren't that bad. I wonder what the bad ones are like..."

Shirina returns. "They are simply tickled by your compliment." She waves back at them. Many smile and wave back. "You two are always welcome here."

"Thank you," Euna says.

Nothing particularly interesting happens, and after you've had your fill, you return to Shirina.

"I hope you two enjoyed yourselves," she says.

"We did," Euna replies. "It was lovely. Our thanks to the little chefs."

"I'll pass it along."

"You want me to watch the food?" Euna whispers. "You know what these drunks do..."

"She's been so kind to us," you reply. "Maybe we should return the gesture."

Shirina speaks. "Actually, that would be marvelous. I'd be so grateful if you could. Some of the other children need help too." She motions to the children along the plaza wall who are busy cooking all manner of foods. "But of course, only if you're up for it. I must warn you. Some of the patrons can be a little entitled."

"I... I suppose I could help," Euna says. "What do you need me to do?"

"Just take my place here. And if any patrons come around, try to persuade them to behave."

"What if they don't listen?"

"Just use your charms." Shirina climbs down from the platform. "I promise it will only be for a few minutes. Azra shouldn't take long. Oh, and Zehra needed help with her mince pie."

"Then of course. I'll do it. Just... Yes, I'll do it."

"Thank you." Shirina hurries off to help Azra truss the fowl.

Euna climbs upon the platform. "I know what you're up to," she says to you. "You're hoping I'll need to entertain some drunken louts to keep them civil."

"Not at all. I just thought we could help."

"Sure. Fortunately, there's hardly anyone here at all, much less any rambunctious drunks."

"You mean like them?" You point.

Two drunken men laugh and stagger as they approach. Euna eyes them with concern.

They collect dessert foods. Soon they're goofing off. One finds a bowl of rolls. He juggles them poorly. They tumble about on the floor. The other laughs, and so the first chucks a roll at him. In retaliation, the other grabs an apple and chucks it back. The first deflects the apple, sending it careening into the food displays.

Euna looks toward the cooking stations. Shirina is showing a young girl how to pluck a duck of its feathers. She's not looking this way.

The two lads are getting worse.

"Please respect the food the children made for you," Euna calls.

They freeze. Smiles fade. "Sorry," and they return to collecting food. But a snicker here, and a challenge there, and in moments they're sword fighting with bread loafs.

"Enough," Euna says. The lads freeze again. "Respect what has been so kindly prepared for you by the children. Cease your antics, pick something to eat, and... and I will join you for your dining."

"Yes, my Lady." They both snap to it now. No tomfoolery. Euna climbs down from the perch to a clear corner of the platform. She casts you a scrutinizing glare, knowing that you've gotten your way.

The lads bound to Euna with their selected treats: two cups of bread custard.

Euna smiles at them as though they were a pair of precocious teens. She strips, lies back, and upends the pudding cups upon herself. One is right beneath her breasts, the other is just beneath her naval. "Enjoy yourselves," she says.

The men dig in. The one eating at her breasts smears custard over her tits with each spoonful. The one by her naval scrapes the food along her mound. The pudding cakes into her pubic hair. The dessert spreads all along her torso, but Euna indulges them.

Once they're finished, all that remains is the mess, but the boys aren't done. One man licks along the underside of her breast. The other laps at her belly. He delves his tongue into her naval, then rakes his tongue through her pubic bush, spreading the mess closer toward her slit.cleans her smooth mound, coming ever closer toward her slit. To finish, he clamps his mouth over her snatch. Given Euna gasps, his focus is not purely on cleaning her. Or perhaps it's the other man exciting her. His lips are fastened about her nipple while he kneads her other breast.

Euna squeezes the head between her legs. Her back arches. But just as she's nearing a crescendo, the men pull away, smiles broad.

The one between her legs wipes his mouth. "You should serve more often. You're the sweetest treat on the table."

The other addresses his friend. "Reminds me of that one girl last season. Remember her? Bet herself in the dice game?"

"Oh, right," the other says. They fill a few goblets at a wine cask. "I'd never seen you so sloshed. Too drunk to perform, and after such an amazing win. Pity."

"I could have. I just didn't want to. Was I supposed to stick my rod in such a frothy mess? I had my fun though."

"I know. Those were some Godless things you made her do. In front of everyone too."

They reminisce off down the street with hardly a thought for Euna.

You approach her. She breathes heavily, and still aroused from her lack of release.

"Enjoyed the show?" she asks.

"Seems you did too?"

"This was for the children. If I were in charge of this wanton town, I wouldn't appease the folk by giving them exactly what they want when they misbehave, I'd put them in the stockades. Lock them up until they all learn some proper respect and gratitude, then I'd let them eat custard off my belly. And when they did, they wouldn't dare finish early like that again."

"It is a town of entitlement."

"Decidedly so. The children act like adults, and the adults act like children."

"I almost did," she says. "So close, but those boys didn't care one bit about me. I was just another toy for their entertainment."

"It was for the children," you say.

"Oh I'm not complaining. Surrendering my body to be used is a small price to pay for them. I'd do this all my life."

"And you wouldn't enjoy that at all?"

Her eyes dance with mischief.

When Shirina returns, Euna is still sprawled upon the platform nude. "Seems you did just fine. Thank you."

"Of course," Euna says. "I have a better appreciation for what you go through every day."

"It's a challenge," Shirina admits, "but it has its moments."

"Oh, that would be lovely," Shirina says. "Azra just needs someone to hold the duck legs together. Her hands are rather too small for that."

"Of course." Setting aside her food, Euna hurries off after the child.

After a brief discourse, Euna helps Azra in binding the duck. A small word from her has the child laughing. They have fun with it as they prepare the fowl for cooking, and by the time they're sliding it in the oven, Azra is beaming. Euna comes back over.

"Thank you," Shirina says.

"It was no trouble at all," Euna replies. "Azra is a fantastic chef. I could spend my entire day helping these children."

"Aren't they lovely?" Shirina

"It does look good," Euna admits, "but what if they realize we don't belong here?"

"Only someone who doesn't belong here would be afraid to take the food," you say.

"Fair point. Very well."

You both approach and start collecting food.

The woman lounged atop the food notices. "Hello."

"Hello," you reply.

"Please, try these." She gestures to a stack of jam pastries. "My youngest has worked so hard on the recipe. She thinks she's finally got it."

"Of course," Euna takes one. She bites into it and savors the flavor. "It's splendid."

"Any way it could be better?"

"I could not possibly think of how."

The woman calls to one of the cooks working in the street-side bakery. "Did you hear that, young one? She believes you may already have perfected the tarts."

A girl, no older than twelve, blushes and returns to furiously kneading dough—a pleased grin upon her face.

"Thank you," the woman says. "My name is Shirina. It's a pleasure to meet you."

You and Euna introduce yourselves. Her as Lady Euna, and you as her loyal servant. as her love. as her good friend.

"You two don't look as though you're from around here," Shirina says.

"Indeed. We've traveled here from a faraway land called Ruthgar. Have you heard of it?"

"I'm afraid I have not, but I do hope you enjoy your stay in our splendid town."

"Thank you. We have."

"I host," Shirina says simply. "The food is for everyone, yet a true presentation should have someone to offer the food. If it were simply left here for anyone to pick at, we'd all be vultures cleaning a carcass. I'm here to make this a proper banquet. Of course, the food is courtesy of the Simori sisters, and it's prepared by all my little hands. They are my real reason for being here." She looks over at the children. It seems one girl was waiting for the woman to look over. She scurries over from her cooking station. Her clothes and hair are dusted with flour, and in her hands is a wooden bowl filled with a creamy batter.

Taking the bowl, Shirina inspects the contents. "My hope is to teach these children the joy of craft. It's something everyone should know."

"I agree," Euna says. "One cannot grow except through mastery."

"Ah," the woman's eyes light. "A fellow artisan. We're so rare in this city. Most here have given themselves to indulgence. They've forgotten that the true reward of life is accomplishment, except for the Simori, of course." She addresses the girl. "It will be fine. You just need to whip the utter heavens out of it until it peaks. If it doesn't happen, try one more egg, but beat it first just as thoroughly."

Nodding, the girl takes the bowl and races back to her cooking station.

Shirina watches the girl go. "It's a challenge getting the children to study here when so many festivities are just down the street. It takes strong convincing. For many of them, not even their parents care enough to encourage them. They frolic like all the rest."

"I'm glad you manage," Euna says. "It is noble to teach them. You're making them better people for this.

"Yes. I only wish the rest of the city were as understanding. I sometimes wish they might bring the festival here once in a while so the children might enjoy it too, but no. Ah well. Tis the way of things."

"Oh, it certainly is." Shirina looks down at herself and inspects countless stains on her red gown. Some are fresh. Many more are deep-set. Effort was made to clean them, but faded marks remain. "It seems to be half the fun for them to make messes. Just an hour up here, and I'll stink of a dozen foods."

"My condolences," Euna says.

"There's no need for that. It's a small price to pay to keep some semblance of order around here. It just gets tiring sometimes. And heavens knows how many gowns I go through." She indicates her garb. It's little more than a long, narrow bolt of cloth draped over her with a hole cut in for her head and cleavage. Her sash is a length of simple yellow cloth cinched in the front and holds it against her body, but a considerable amount of her body and breasts are visible along the sides. "I find simple designs are easier to replace."

Euna nods. "You're attire is quite fetching. It's artful in its simplicity."

Shirina smiles. "Thank you. I do make some effort despite this town's efforts to ruin my clothes."

"I'd love to." Euna faces Shirina. "Assuming that would be okay."

"The children would be delighted," Shirina replies. "Here, let me clear a place."

She moves dishes about on the platform to create an open space on the side facing the outdoor kitchen. Euna, having taken out her lyre, perches on the edge and begins warming up with a few flourishes upon the strings. Many of the children pause in curiosity.

And then Euna begins. The song she chooses is a joyful piece, yet the strings of the lyre still make it serene. As the children realize that she's here to play for a while, they get back to their baking and preparations, yet all listen, many with rapt attention.

Her next song is energetic. It's your cue to join in. You open with a few somersaults to get into stage before the children. They gasp in delight. From there, you're entertainment is acrobatic, as most of your jokes are too ribald for an audience such as this.

Hand stands, balancing acts, and silly dances to accompany Euna's more playful songs. You make a show out of incorporating the presentation, from juggling fruits and rolls to balancing spinning plates upon your limbs.

Another song of Euna's simply begs to be danced to. You begin your own silly routine, but soon you pull Shirina from her perch and dance with her. She laughs and dances along, much to the children's amusement. Though most of them continue their work, a few who are between cooking tasks join in the dance—spinning each other around as they shriek with joy.

Eventually, the last song ends. The children cheer and laugh.

Shirina applauds. "Thank you! Oh, thank you. That was delightful."

"It was a pleasure," Euna replies.

The woman steps by the cooking stations and digs through some tucked-away crates. From them she produces a bottle of rum which she hands to Euna. "This is from our limited stock. The supply would dry up in a moment if I put them out on the banquet table, so I keep them aside. But here, I want you to have it."

Euna accepts it. "Thank you."

The woman retakes her lounged perch upon the banquet platform. "If you ever want more. The children would love to see you again."

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"Hello," you say.

Shirina brightens. "Oh, hello, you two! Welcome back."

You come to a great plaza square. The sounds of festivities are close. To the east, street performances can be glimpsed.

Here, a large stone platform is built into the center of the street intersection. Unimaginable bounties of food adorn the platform, everything from fruits, breads, cheeses, to every type of meat roast you know of, and some you don't. The smells are mouthwatering. Both you and Euna look upon the food hungrily.

Other people are about. Half naked festival goers come and go from the east. They laugh and talk as they feely take food and depart back to the festivities.

Along the sides of this village square are outdoor kitchens where dozens of young boys and girls, both young and adolescent, are preparing more savory foods. They're the only people around doing actual work.

On the central platform, a comely woman is reclined amid the bounty like a dragon on top of her hoard. Her brown hair is done up on a greek bun, and she wears a red gown cut low enough in the front to show her matronly cleavage. The gown reached her feet, but it's split up both sides all the way to her arm pits, showing everything from her shapely legs to the sides of her breasts. A golden sash about her waist keeps it cinched.

As others pilfer food, she corrects the displays.

You're at the great banquet. Children work. Shirina is reclined on her perch in the center, indulging feasters as they come and go. The same woman is reclined in the center of all the food.

"Let's take some food. Seems everyone else can."

Greet Shirina.

Then one of the child chefs scampers over to Shirina. She's no older than eight, and she frowns in frustration.

"What's wrong, Azra?" Shirina asks.

"I need help."

"With what?"

"I can't." Azra points back to the station where he was just working, where a plucked duck lies center. A mess of twine is tangled about its splayed limbs from a misshapen attempt to truss the fowl.

"Pinch the legs with one hand," Shirina says. "And wind the string round and round."

"I tried. I can't. Please come show me again?"

"I have to watch the food, dear."

Azra pleads with her eyes, but as sympathetic as Shirina is, she doesn't relent. With a sigh, Azra heads back.

Euna has watched all this. "Poor child," she says. "It's an utter shame that this town has no respect for the effort these children go to. They molest the food. And to think, she has to be here simply so they'll molest her instead."

"It's a shame," you agree.

"I think we should do something."

"Very well," you say. So you call out to Shirina...

"Euna can watch the food while you help the children."

"Perhaps Euna could help the child."

The next man refuses to eat like that, so the matron kneels at the edge of the platform and places the next meat roll upon her cleavage. He yanks her dress open to expose her breasts. You hear the ripping fabric from here. The man buries his face between her cleavage and eats heartily while she cradles his head as though breastfeeding. Rivulets of grease run down her belly and soak into her gold sash.

The next man wants more yet, so the matron lays on her back and pulls the skirt of her dress to one side. She places a meat roll upon her well trimmed bush and lays back. The man buries his head into her crotch and feasts noisily. She rests her hand upon his head as though enjoying the pleasures of his tongue, but her expression is that of a patient mother.

The man finishes, but he does not move his head, He pushes her legs apart revealing her grease-soaked pussy, which he feasts upon. She accepts this philosophically. Seeing what his friend is getting away with, another man climbs onto the platform and sucks on her greasy breasts. The other climbs to her head, pulls aside his kilt, and pushes his cock into her mouth. She fellates him dutifully.

The man between her legs sees this. He spreads her legs further, stands, and sinks his cock into her pussy. The men are working her at both ends, when the man sucking her breasts whines about being left out. So the men rearrange themselves. One lays upon the stage while the others lower the matron onto him. His cock sinks into her asshole, which was slick with food grease. The next lays on top of her and sinks into her pussy, while the last stand above and forces his cock down her throat.

They ride her hard for many minutes. The one buried in her pussy grabs nearby food and smears it over her chest, which he then licks off. Her and her clothes become a mess of sweet pudding and mashed fruits.

Soon, the men all climax. Their interest in her fades immediately as they climb off the platform. The one beneath her rolls her off and bounds away. They take another few handfuls of food before running off.

The woman is a mess. Her body is covered in grease and sweet pudding. Her gown is torn and messy. Cum leaks from all her holes. She merely gets up, adjust her clothes as best she can, then cleans up the worst of the mess on the platform. She once again reclines on her side to monitor people coming for food, though she's a fair bit more disheveled now.

"That was awful," Euna says. "They practically raped her."

"I don't think she minded."

"But... but they treated her like just another food for them to indulge."

"Presumptuous lads, weren't they?"

Euna gets up and strides to the matron. You chase after, but Euna is then too close for you to remind her not to blow cover.

"Why did you let them do that to you?" Euna asks.

"Oh them?" The matron flaps a dismissive hand. "They're Gelderman's lads, a group of asses. It's best just to let them get their end off, and they'll leave you be."

"And you just let them have sex with you like that?"

"The sooner they have their fun, the sooner they leave. I'd rather they do this than wreck the entire display. It's a bother, yes, but I'd rather they take their boyhood energies out on me than bother my children." She gestures to the young cooks about. "Besides, rough as they are, a mid day romp certainly passes the time."

"Huh." Euna is bemused, but before she can ask anything further, other townsfolk arrive, and the matron helps them select foods and bragging about what's best.

You lead Euna away.

"This is such a strange town," she mutters.

"Isn't it though," you reply. "Shall we keep moving?"

She nods.

You are in the heart of the city along a major avenue, and a festival is occurring. Hundreds of people are crowded here, dancing and playing to minstrels sitting upon a stage in the center square. Along side streets, entertainers perform displays for passing audiences. Some are feats of talent or acrobatics. Some are overtly sexual. Everyone, including the spectators, is young and attractive.

"My word," says Euna. "Look at how these people are dressed. That man is wearing nothing but a pair of tights. That woman's skirt is so short, you can see her... her buttocks."

"You can."

"And look at her." She points to a woman wearing a skirt that comes down to her ankles, but for a top, the woman has only a strip of fabric across her breasts, which cinches in the back.

"It's just a loop of fabric!" Euna says. "And this place reeks of drink." She sniffs. "You'd think beer flowed through the streets. They're quite shameless. Aren't they?"

"Indeed." You point out nearby dancers. Topless women gyrate their rumps against male dance partners. One woman has her skirt pulled up about her waist. The man behind her has his breeches lowered. He's rutting her enthusiastically. They stand out among the other dancers, but nobody around them minds.

Euna averts her gaze. "Shameless."

Further down the street are many burlesque and downright pornographic performances. One that stands out is a troupe of acrobats. They're naked, though covered entirely with intricate body paint. A circle of men juggle an equal number of women. The men would toss a woman up, who'd spin about until another man caught her. She'd wrap herself about the man and sink down upon his erection. Then the man would toss her up in time to catch another girl.

Euna stares with mixed fascination and revulsion. "And this is their idea of entertainment. What kind of city is this?"

"An interesting one."

"I'm sure any one of these men would be happy to donate," Euna says. "Let us join in the dance. I'll find someone."

You first dance together and then with separate partners. Euna enjoys herself simply for the sake of dancing. She gets affectionate with each partner. Soon enough, she's whispering in the ear of a sweaty and drunken young man. They disappear around a corner. When you peek, Euna is kneeling before him. His tights are about his knees, and he's hardening quickly.

"More than willing, I suspect," Euna says. "And I'm sure they'll expect me to work for it."

"I expect you too as well."

"Oh I see. This isn't just about collecting ingredients, it's about debasing myself like a wanton harlot."

"Yes. Now go find a man and beg him for his cum."

"Maybe you should charge money."

She eyes you. "I'm not a prostitute. It's bad enough I'm about to solicit a stranger for such a thing."

"If you don't want to do this..."

"I never said that. Perhaps it will be unbecoming of a tsarivna, but it is you who faces humiliation, since you'll be waiting here like a fool while I'm off dallying with another man. And just so you know, I will be enjoying myself. Now wait here."

She soon finds a passing dock worker. After talking, they enter an alley. You peek around to find her on her knees. His breeches are by his ankles, and his cock points right at her.

"Hmm. No doubt," Euna looks around. "I don't suppose we could go anywhere else for this task, could we?"

"I think here is fine."

"I'm sure you do, because let's not fool ourselves. I'll be the one doing the dirty work."

"Very dirty work." You hug her from behind. "Who in their right mind would ever want to touch these people, much less touch their filthy, grimy cocks?" Your hands squeeze her breasts.

Euna snuggles against you. "The things you make me do..."

Euna snuggles against you. "Fine. You've intrigued me, but you'll only have yourself to blame when I run off with a pack of filthy vagrants one day."

She approaches a scruffy vagrant sitting alone. After a talk, he nods enthusiastically, and they travel into the nearby woods. Once you found a vantage point, she's already worked his grimy pants down. His unwashed cock is already hardening.

She scoops out her tits and envelops his manhood with them. Undulating her body, she works his cock deep within the fathoms of her cleavage, but she never so much as kisses the little cock-head which peeps out.

His seed erupts over her neck and chest. Euna milks his cock until the last spurt, then sits back as though relaxing, though really she's keeping the cum from dribbling down her cleavage.

The man thanks her. She waves, and he departs.

When you catch up, she's collecting the cum on her chest into the thimble.

"That was simple," Euna says. "I avoided using my mouth because I didn't want to contaminate his donation."

"Good thing your tits are perfect for milking the seed out of men."

"Good thing indeed."

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"A performance?" Eyes wide, Euna glances at some entertainers. "You can't possibly be suggesting we participate in something like that."

"Of course not. There are plenty here that aren't burlesque."

"But what would we even do? We don't have an act. We don't have any tools or instruments."

"I suppose I could tell stories," you say. "And a few acts I can do without props."

"And that would compare to any of these performances?"

"Hmm." You look about. "I suppose you're right. If I had my old lute, perhaps I could stage a show. Without it, I'm just a man telling stories."

"Another time then."

The man nods curtly and returns to his work. You return to the street.

The man looks you over with distain. "Please. I do not simply hand these out. I only give them only to those who deserve them—those who can use my instruments to bring beauty into this world. Nothing brings me greater pleasure."

"So, people who can play them?" Euna asks.

"Not just play them, but captivate with them. Enthrall with them."

"I can enthrall with an instrument," you say.

"You?"

"I was once a renown entertainer. I traveled the world sharing songs and stories."

"It's true," Euna agrees. "I've seen his performances. They're unforgettable."

The man considers a long while. "I suppose I'll let you try. What instrument do you play?"

"I'm skilled with a lute."

"Hmm. Of course you are." From a wall display, he takes down an old, beat up string instrument. The soundboard is larger than you're used to. The neck is wide, and it has half a dozen more strings than you're used to. "I haven't got any instruments as uncouth as a lute, but perhaps you can impress me with this mandolin."

"We'll see." Sitting upon a stool, you familiarizing yourself with the strings. Satisfied, you strum out a favorite shanty of yours. You're a little rocky at first, but you straighten it up. You mostly ignore the strings you're unused to. By the time you end of the song, you're fully back in the swing of things. The tune flows from your fingers.

Finishing, you look up. Euna applauds with reserved delight.

The man's nose is scrunched in disgust. "Is that what you play? Folk nonsense?"

"Well... yes."

"Your form is sloppy. Your talent is no better than a common street side performer. And of all the music you could bring into this world, you bring folk music?"

"So you're not thrilled," you say.

He takes back the mandolin. "You do not bring beauty into this world. You bring rabble. If you've no talent, then you have no place in my home. Leave."

Euna steps forward. "What about me? I can play."

"Can you?" he asks doubtfully.

"Yes. Of course I can," she says. "I played a gusli in my covent days."

"A gusli?" He looks her over as he did you, though with more intrigue than skepticism. "I have something like a gusli. Wait here." He fetches from the backroom a string instrument shaped like a trapezoidal horseshoe. It's an old instrument, but still in good shape. "This is called a lyre. Perhaps you can make something of it."

Frowning, Euna takes it. "I'll see. This is certainly different." Like you, she takes a minute to familiarize herself. Then gradually, her strumming becomes a song. The transition is so subtle that her practice seemed more as a prelude. The music is indescribable. Both mournful and cheerful. Both peaceful and forceful. She plays as though no one else is there, not even her. There is only the music, playing out in solitude.

Her song ends. She opens her eyes. Both you and the shop owner are in rapt silence.

"How did I do?" she asks.

The man's response is long coming. "The lyre is yours. Treat it well."

"Thank you," she curtsies.

"No. I thank you. The plight of my work is that there are so few capable of wielding my creations. It would be my honor if you would brighten this world with my instrument."

"I will," she says.

The man bows and retreats to his backroom as though there's nothing more to say. You and Euna leave.

"Well how about that?" she says, examining her new lyre.

"You're a master musician," you say. "Though I don't know if that's saying much coming from me. Apparently, I'm a ten-thumbed noise polluter."

She laughs and plants a kiss on your cheek. "Oh, don't let him get to you. He was a snob." She hoists the lyre over her shoulder by its strap. "Let's get moving."

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The shop is filled with instruments of all sorts. There's everything from violas to fiddles to flutes. All are of exquisite quality, laid out for display as though this were an art exhibit.

A silk veil separates this room from a backroom. Through it, a man is hunched over an old and abused dulcimer which he's painstakingly restoring. He spares a glance toward you two.

"What do you want?" he asks. "I already gave you as many instruments as I plan to give you."

"Can I help you?" His tone is impatient.

"This is my home. I call it the Fiddler for those who need a name to refer to it by."

"What?" he frowns. "What are you talking about? Of course they're not for sale. Why would they be?"

"It's just that they are on display," you say.

"Of course they are. They're for the people."

"To just... take?"

"I'm sorry. Who are you?" He looks you up and down, taking in your attire.

Euna speaks. "I am Lady Euna. This is my manservant. This is my first time visiting the city. And he's with me, and we've just traveled here together from far away. Please forgive our ignorance."

"Hmm. I see. Then you should know that there is no such thing as buying or selling in the city of Cockaigne. We spend our lives not in pursuit of financial gains or to serve another master, but instead in the pursuit of beauty and art. I run this display so that I can pursue my own passion, the creation of music. I give my instruments freely to those who are worthy of them."

"I see," Euna says.

Euna takes his hand, and together they head around to the alley behind the stables.

You wait a few minutes before peeking around. The stableboy is backed up against the wall. His riding breaches are about his ankles. Euna is squatted before him with her legs wide, and she's guzzling his erection with abandon. She takes it deep down her throat until gagging about his cock, then pulls out and nibbles the head. Thick spittle runs from her chin Periodically, she pulls out and plays her tongue about its head or licks along his shaft.

Soon, the stableboy groans. From the way he curls over her and clutches the back of her head, he's filling her mouth with his cum. She sucks every last drop out of him.

You return out front. She and the stableboy join you shortly. The lad has the dumbest smile on his face as he waves you two to follow him past the other stablehands.

He thinks about it, shrugs, nods. "I won't say no to that."

You slip him five rubles, and he leads you onward.

You show him the rum bottle.

"It's rare rum too," Euna adds. "It's not normally available to the city folk."

The lad glances around and nods. "Okay, fine. Let's be quick about this."

He stash the bottle under his tunic and leads you onward.

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The inside is as you remember it. Rows of stalls. Most clean, and most occupied with fine, healthy horses of all kinds.

"Here they are." The stablehand shows you the same three horses from before, one gray, one black, and one chestnut brown. He opens the stall to the gray one and leads it to the open area in the back. "I guess you can start with Cala. Don't take too long."

"Good thing indeed," Euna says.

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"They are fine specimens, aren't they?" she says. "Virile, I bet. Lanx and Fira might pay well."

"Most certainly," you reply.

She ponders the idea a while, and then turns the horses off the path. "I suppose we can fill one bottle, but we'll do so somewhere private."

After a short trek through the jungle, you arrive at the clearing. Euna tethers Savior to the grand oak tree standing alone in the center. As you tie off Crusader, Euna begins.

Kneeling under , Euna cups her palm over his sheath and strokes until his cock emerges. She licks its length and sucks it in her mouth. By the time it's too large for her to fellate, it's dangling by her breasts. Leaning forward, she mashes each of her tits about the cock and rocks back and forth. Her globes just barely encompass its girth. Precum leaks. The valley of her breasts becomes slick.

gets into this and starts rocking forward. Euna need only lean back and let him thrust between her breasts. She covers it with tender suckles each time it reaches up to her chin.

As the horse grows near, Euna leans forward and reorients the cock so it's pointing down her body. She squeezes her breasts about it again, only now her head is by its base, with her chin and shoulder cradling the shaft. It's end points downward toward her crotch.

Hugging the shaft, she rides the horse like this. You pass her the jar, and she holds it by her crotch, just before the horse's tip. It fills the bottle with its seed. Euna continues riding until the last drop is squeezed out.

With her whispers, her hands, her lips, and her tongue, Euna quickly brings to full mast. While she's tonguing the flared ridge of the stallion's cock, she's signals you forward again. With your guidance, the horse fills the bottle with deluge of semen.

Euna first calms by reintroducing herself. Next, she pets along his back, flank, and finally his belly. As she massages his pendulous balls and sheath, his cock emerges.

Sitting before the cock, she takes it into her mouth and fellates it for as long as it fits. Once it's too large, she resorts to sucking upon the mushroomed head and stroking with her hands. Once it's fullsized, she focuses on running her tongue along the ridge, which rubs her face over the tip and spreads precum over her cheeks and chin.

She takes her place right before the cock and coaxes it to grow more by stroking the slick, rubbery pole. Once it's at full size, she darts her tongue along its crown and licks the shaft.

Shortly, she motions to you.

You press the jar to the tip of 's dick while Euna works. Thick cum fills the jar. After you back away, Euna licks away the last drop from the horse's tip.

The first shot of cum lashes across her cheek. She perches her upturned face just below the firing cock and strokes it throughout the horse's orgasm. Ropes of cum splatter over her features. Both her eyes are forced closed by pools over her lids. Much of it gets in her mouth, but much more runs into her hair, along her neck, and onto her breasts.

When the beast finishes, she sits back beneath the wilting cock and plays her hand between her legs. Her tongue swipes over her lips to collect what cum she can. For the rest, she scrapes her fingers over her face to rake cum into her mouth. Tremors of pleasure course through her.

Soon, she's clean enough. She uses a rag for the rest, but her hair will have sticky tangles for the rest of the day. She reluctantly stops playing with herself, as though intentionally keeping herself on edge.

Euna kneels beside and gets to work rubbing the horse's sheath and testicles. The thick shaft of veined cock emerges and grows. She bends it to the side, and brings it to her face. She kisses the tip. Her tongue runs along the edge, and then she engulfs the mushroomed head as best she can and works the shaft frantically.

Soon enough, the horse rocks. His cock swells. She frantically motions you over and pulls her mouth away. A string of precum connects her lips to the cock.

The moment you press the jar over the head of the penis, it fills the bottle with cum. Euna jacks the shaft slowly until the last spurts trickle out. When you step away, she licks the remaining drop from the tip of the penis. is done.

She seems almost desperate to get the cum out of the horse where she can taste it. And soon enough, the horse snorts, rocks, and its cock pulsates. Euna slows her stroking and concentrates on the cum filling her mouth.

She gulps quickly, but some still escapes. It dribbles down her chin and drips on her breasts. Most however goes straight to her stomach. She pulls away, gasps, and wipes her mouth. "So much..." she mutters. "I could swallow it all if it didn't come so quickly."

Euna squats down right in the firing lane of 's cock and begins stroking the meat while running her tongue along the ridge. His cock is long, though still rubbery. She's having to hold it up.

snorts, shuffles, and stills. Suddenly, a powerful stream of pungent urine erupts from it's dick and sprays Euna's face.

She startles, but doesn't drop the cock. Instead, she closes her eyes and lets the stream beat upon her face. The piss cascades down her front. It drips between her legs and runs down her thighs.

Now thoroughly drenched, Euna clamps her mouth over the horse's peehole and begins gulping. Some escapes her lips, but she's guzzled much into her belly by the time the stream ends. Her hands stroke the shaft all the while.

Once the stream has ceased, she clamps her mouth back over the cock's end and resumes her stroking.

It's not long after that the horse's semen follows. Euna deftly collects as much as she can into a jar. When the horse is done, she licks the jars rim of any mess, and the tip of the horses dick for the last drop.

It's hard to tell when the horse starts climaxing, only that snorts and rocks more, and Euna is swallowing again and again. Only a dribble escapes her lips, and afterward, she cleans the horse's cock head well enough that not a drop of semen is left.

"How about if I try something a little more elaborate." Euna pets 's mane and whispers in his ear. She pets and kisses her way along his flank until arriving at his rump. His massive hanging balls dangle. She weighing each testicle in hand. Groping around them, she manages to reach his emerging cock, which she pleasures with long, deep strokes.

However, this position has brought her face to face with his ass. And every time she strokes toward the end of the shaft, her face is forced within inches of it. Most would cringe away, but Euna instead rests her cheek against the horses rump. His wrinkled anus is just before her. She eyes it as though working up the nerve.

And then, her tongue reaches out. The tip runs along the puffy ring of flesh. Brown flecks come away, which she swallows down. Round and round her tongue goes, getting closer to the hole, until finally she fastens her mouth over the hole and digs in with her tongue.

shuffles. Between the rim job and the stroking, it reaches climax. You see the cock swell and press the jar to the end. Spurt after spurt of pearly cum floods the jar.

Euna keeps her face nuzzled in his ass even once he's gone soft. When she pulls away, she's breathless, as though the rim job were a long passionate kiss. Licking her lips, she looks to you. "Did you get it?"

You show her the jar.

"Good."

shuffles. Between the rimming, and Euna's awkward stroking, he reaches climax. His seed fires out onto the ground in several long spurts.

Once he's finished, Euna backs away from the breathless, as though the rim job were a long passionate kiss. Licking her lips, she looks at the wasted seed upon the ground. "A trade off I suppose. My mouth can only be in so many places."

The horse grows close. It's climax comes without warning. Semen splashes against Euna's chin. She tries to fit her mouth over the cock's head when it's close enough, but with the horse's thrusting, most blasts of cum fill the crevice of her breasts. Her chest, her belly, and the horse's cock all become coated in sticky cum, yet Euna lets keep fucking her tits until finally losing interest and stepping away.

Her entire chest is a mess. Cum runs down her belly and mingles into the dampness of her bald slit. drips from her pubic nest.

Euna rubs her hands over her naked belly and breasts. The pungent smell of animal semen fill the air. She licks some off her fingers. "I suppose I should have seen this mess coming."

After coaxing , Euna kneels beneath him and buries her tongue into the opening of his sheath while her hands massage the dangling balls behind it. She fellates the horse's emerging penis. As it grows, her mouth remains fastened on its end end right up until she's backed up against the hay bale.

She lies on her back upon it and lets the cock drag down her body. She plays the tip over her drenched pussy and squeezes the shaft with her thighs. Finally, it's stiff enough for penetration, and she does just that.

Euna moans as the cock disappears into her snatch. rocks forward. He bottoms out against the recesses of her pussy. From there, Euna let's the horse do most of the work while she strokes his flank.

His cock is still quite rubbery, and at the moment of climax, he hops his forelegs onto the bale, which causes his cock to slip out of Euna and flop onto her belly. There is no stopping him now, so Euna hugs the shaft against herself until he erupts. Watery cum drenches the valley of her tits. It spills up her neck. In the horses clumsiness, it stumbles back, dragging its cock along her torso, spraying cum all the way. In the last moments, Euna is able to press the cock head against her crotch to drench her slit, but that's all. The horse is done, and she's been covered like a pastry.

"You silly horse, ," she breaths. "I wanted your seed inside me." Euna rubs her hands over her naked belly and breasts. The pungent smell of animal semen fill the air. She licks some off her fingers. "Look at the mess you made."

You find a rag for her, and she wipes up the worst of the mess. The valley of her breasts are still sticky to the touch, but she seems satisfied.

"Hmm." Euna already is. "And I'm supposed to go the rest of the day coated in a stallion's seed?"

"No one will notice once it dries."

"I'll reek of horse."

"You already will."

"Fair point."

"Hmm," Euna rubs her hands over her torso. "Like this?"

By now, she's completely covered her chest and belly with wet cum. She runs her hands along her neck, down her arms, and along her thighs. Her hands pass over her crotch many times. Her loose, vaginal lips glimmer with both the horse's and her own juices. Her pubic hair becomes a matted down and sticky mess. Soon the semen thins. Its slick texture is replaced with a stickiness that makes noise as her hands rub over it.

"There," she says. "That should dry soon. But Lord do I stink." She smells her hands. "So musky."

is already hard, as though predicting what's about to happen. His cock waggles between his legs as he trots up.

Euna doesn't even have to get up from the hay bale. "Right to the point, I see." She orients herself so that her belly is on the cum-wet platform, and her feet rest on the ground. She motions to you that she's ready, and you fit the head of the cock against her overworked pussy and urge the horse forward. Instead, it hops up onto the hay bale. In doing so, it rams its thick shaft into Euna. She cries out. When the horse begins fucking her of its own accord, she can only grip the hooves by her head and let the stallion have his way.

It ravages her for many minutes. Its cock batters her pussy as deep as it will go, which is only part of its incredible length. Finally, it whinnies and grows clumsy. Cum oozes out between Euna's stretched pussy lips.

It dismounts from her and wanders away. Euna is left used and discarded with a river of cum flowing down her thighs. She seems spent. "That was forceful," she mutters.

"We can try," Euna says.

"Try? I've already seen you can get the horse inside you."

"Just barely. It's hard enough just to stay standing, not to mention how little of himself I can bury in me."

"That's why you need to practice."

"I suppose that's true. I'll try"

She strips and kneels beneath the horse. She massages his sheath until his cock begins to emerge. She runs her tongue along his slick, pink shaft. She cradles the cock as it grows in size, hugging it as though hugging a pole. After kissing the tip, she slides it down her body.

Finally, she orients herself so her rump is to the dick, and she guides it against her slit and rubs it up and down.

The horse thrusts. Euna pushes back against the invading cock while holding it in place with her hand. Her pussy caves around the member, and it penetrates inside her.

"Oh, Lord." She rocks back in time with the horse's clumsy thrusts. It bottoms out awith most of the shaft outside Euna. She struggles to keep her feet beneath her.

It's all very clumsy. After several minutes, the horse slows, so Euna pulls herself off and pleasures the horse with her hand and mouth. Her other hand is between her legs. The first spurt of horse cum splatters her neck and breasts. She fastens her mouth over the tip to capture the rest of the load.

By the time the horse is finished, she's still lost in pleasure. Leaning back, she focuses solely on her clit. Cum dribbles from her mouth, over her breasts, and down her belly. When it reaches her gash, she feverishly stabs her fingers into herself to get the cum inside.

Once she's done, her pussy is a frothy mess. She cleans up with a rag. "A good show?"

"You looked like you enjoyed that as much as ," you say.

"Almost," she says. "I only wish the horse could flood my womb and not my chest. I couldn't get enough leverage."

"Maybe it's just a matter of finding a way to brace yourself."

"Or if I could just take him deeper."

Euna kneels beneath and first tongues his massive balls. His wet, slippery cock emerges, and she fastens her mouth upon the end as she works the shaft with her hands. Soon, he's at full mast.

She lies down upon the hay bale, first on her belly, but she changes her mind and flips onto her back. You help out by guiding the massive cock against her crotch. As she rubs the tip up and down her slit, the horse catches on. Suddenly, he steps his forelegs onto the hay bale, each beside Euna's head, and humps forward. His cock mashes against her pussy. It drags her forward before penetrating, and she has to brace her feet against the side of the bale, but it works. Euna whines, the horse snorts, and the penis head pushes against her inexorably until at last forcing its way in.

She's now fucking the horse. is humping clumsily while Euna holds herself in place, but she wraps her legs about his torso, as though embracing a lover. The penetration is only getting about a third of the horse's meat in her. thrusts hard to get deeper, but there's no deeper to go. The pain leaves Euna whimpering and biting her lip.

It takes a long time, but soon the horse's cock swells. Euna cries out. Horse cum leaks out along Euna's stretched pussy lips. When the horse finally pulls away, his cock plops out, and a river of runny cum flows from Euna's distorted hole.

"Oh my," she mutters, out of breath. She runs her hand over her hole, slides four fingers in, and brings out a scoop of cum, which she licks off her fingers.

"Good?" you ask.

She nods.

Euna pets 's flank and whispers in his ear. She works her way along its flank, petting and stroking all the while, until arriving behind the horse. Between its hind legs, she runs her hands over its pendulous, furry balls. She nestles her face between them.

Then, she nuzzles her way upward to the its ass. She runs her tongue over the wrinkled flesh of its anus. Brown flecks come away, which she swallows down. She then fastens her lips over the anus and works her tongue against the hole.

Meanwhile, her hands snake between the legs to stroke the emerging shaft. Even after it's fully hard, she takes her time tongue-cleaning its wrinkled hole to her satisfaction. nuzzling and tonguing its balls until she's showed them thorough attention. Only then does scoot between its legs to its cock, which now drapes along the block.

She nuzzles that too as she lifts and and situates herself beneath it. On her back upon the blanketed block, she bends the rubbering pillar of meat until the tip is against her sex. Up and down she rubs it. Wet, sticky sounds emerge. She's already loose from the previous fucking, so when the horse pushes forward, her pussy engulfs the cock with little resistance.

The horse fucks her. She mewls and humps back. Reaching between her legs, she strokes the bulk of the shaft which can't fit inside her. It soon brings the horse to climax. Euna trembles and gasps as it fills her with cum. It pulls out, and deluge runs out of her and down the block.

"Such a good horse..." she whispers breathlessly.

"It didn't fit last time," Euna says. "What makes you think it will now?"

"We'll never know if you don't try," you say.

Smirking, she strips off her clothes and kneels beneath .

Today, she spends some time tonguing the horse's massive balls before showing his emerging cock any attention. When she does, her mouth is upon his slick, pink shaft just as it was on his sack. She cradles the cock as it grows in size, hugging it as though hugging a pole. After kissing the tip, she slides it down her body.

Finally, she orients herself to face you so her rump is to the dick, and she guides it against her slit and rubs it up and down until her own breaths grows shallow.

thrusts forward.

"Why?" Euna asks. "The jar is full, and I don't think we have any other jars with a wide enough rim."

You ask the stablehand. "There's a third stallion, right?"

"Yeah, Hutan." He points to the next stall. It houses a chestnut horse with its head over the stall gate. It's mane is combed flat over its eyes, and it's looking back at the three of you.

"Doesn't it seem mean to pleasure two horses and leave the third alone."

"I think so," the stablehand agrees.

"This has nothing to do with what the horse wants," Euna says. "If you want me to please another horse for no reason except because you wish it, I'll do so, because my body belongs to you. Is it what you want?"

"I thought I was being clear," you say. "Yes, it is. Pleasure that horse, Euna. And make a good show of it. For both of us." You gesture to the stableboy. He's frozen in bewilderment.

"Bring the horse," you tell him.

Euna frowns at both of you. "That is a paltry excuse, and you know it. You just want to see a show."

The lad sobers. "No. No. I don't want a show. I was just... I'm sorry, my lady."

"So you don't want to watch me to pleasure a horse?" Euna asks. Her voice is stern.

"No, my lady. My apologies."

"Pity. Because you only have to ask."

The boy blinks. A long silence hangs in the air. When he speaks, his words come out blundered. "I mean... I don't want to tell... If you."

"I'd like to see a show," you say.

"Finally," Euna says. "Some refreshing honesty. Bring the horse here."

The lad can hardly move fast enough. Soon, Hutan is before Euna. His coat is as short-haired as a horse's can get. His color is of dark, rich leather, except for its feet, which are black up to the knees.

Euna strokes its nose. "You may be the most lovely horse of all," she says. "I had a horse just like you in my youth."

Euna perches underneath . She pulls off her bodice and tosses it to you. The stablehand's eyes boggle at the sight of her bared breasts.

Euna hefts both of 's balls and fondles his sheath. The moment his cock emerges, her lips are about it. She sucks with all her skill, but it grows and grows, and soon is too much to fit in her mouth. It's drooping before her breasts.

Seeing this, a wicked look comes over her. Tugging off her skirt, she spins to face forward and bends at the waist to present her rump. Hoisting the horse's manhood, she rubs the end over her slit. A shiver passes through her. Up and down she rubs. Slick precum spreads.

senses the presence of a vagina. He rocks forward.

Whimpering, Euna grips the horse's foreleg to brace herself, and she pushes back against the invader while holding it in place with her hand. After much work and fiddling, her pussy stretches about the member.

"Oh my Lord," she cries. "Oh Lord. It's inside me. It's... my heavens. It hurts."

's cock pushes nearly eight inches into her. Euna struggles to keep her feet beneath her. Each thrust pistons several inches in and out of her, but mostly, the horse is dragging Euna around.

In time, Euna regains some control. She tries to push back in time with the horse, but only so much disappears inside her, and her position is ungainly.

After minutes of this, is actually getting soft. It seems the lack of deep penetration coupled with the awkward control is not enough for him. Sensing this, Euna pulls herself off his cock. She kneels and returns to pleasuring the horse with her hand and mouth. Her other hand is between her legs.

Unfortunately for , there's no way a cock that size will fit in Euna. Each thrusts staggers her forward, yet she maintains a grip on the cock and rubs herself against it. Her pussy becomes a frothy mess of precum and her own juices. Her breath grows shallow. Yet as she nears orgasm, the horse's manhood is softening. This isn't doing enough for him. Sensing this, Euna forfeits her own needs and spins back around. She returns to pleasuring the horse with her hand and mouth. Her other hand is now between her legs.

She peaks first. Body undulating, she whimpers in climax. The first spurt of horse cum splatters her neck and breasts. She fastens her mouth over the tip to capture the rest of the load. Cum dribbles from her mouth, over her breasts, and down her belly. When it reaches her gash, she feverishly stabs her fingers into herself to get the cum inside.

When she finally comes down, her front is slick. Her pussy is a frothy mess rubbed with horse semen. She swallows what's left in her mouth and looks at both of you. "A good show?"

The stableboy merely nods. He's hiding his erection behind a stall gate.

Cleaning up takes Euna a while. She licks what she can off her fingers. The stableboy lends her a cloth for the rest.

Cleaning up takes Euna a while. She licks what she can off her fingers and uses a rag from your pack to clean the rest.

"You looked like you enjoyed that as much as ," you say.

"I let myself get carried away," she says. "It was so carnal."

"I hope you don't regret it."

"My only regret is that he could not fill me with his seed directly."

"I'm sure we can figure something out," you say. "Maybe it's just a matter of finding a way to brace yourself."

"Or I can work to increase my depth," she replies.

"That too."

"That would have been quite a squeeze," you say.

"I know. But, Lord, did I need him inside me."

The stableboy leads the horse back while Euna cleans up and dresses. He leads you both back to the city street and bids you goodbye.

"Why?" Euna asks. "The jar is full."

"But we have other bottles..." you say.

"...And you're welcome to fill them up yourself. I'm done."

The stableboy leads both of you back out to the street and bids you farewell.

You stopper the jar and stow it away. The stableboy leads both of you back out to the street and bids you farewell.

Euna examines the jar once again. "How much do you think Lanx will pay for this?"

"We'll find out."

Euna stops the boy. "I agreed to play with only one horse."

"But since we're here..." you say.

Grinning, she shakes her head. "No. We're done. If I don't put my foot down, you'd have me here all day."

"And would that be so bad?"

"As much as you enjoy these shows, they are rather exhausting for me. Count yourself blessed that I'm willing to entertain such perverse practices for you already. All right?"

"All right, then."

After Euna cleans up and dresses, the stableboy leads you two back out to the street and bids you goodbye.

"I walked in there having set a limit of one horse," Euna says, "and yet somehow, I emerge having fooled around with every stallion that boy had to offer."

"Couldn't help yourself, could you?" you say.

"I have a devil on my shoulder." She nudges you with her arm, making clear that you are that devil. "I'm becoming a breeding mare. I certainly smell like one."

She does. Euna thoroughly reeks of horses, cum, and sex.

"It fits you," you reply.

"I'm glad you think so. I expect this is a stench I'll frequently carry. I'll be quite the equestrian if I should ever get back home."

Euna sidles close to you as you both head off. She absolutely reeks of horse and sex.

Euna takes your arm as you continue on your way. The stench of the stables lingers with her.

You and Euna step away from the stables, and the young lad runs back to join the other stablehands.

Nodding, she looks down. "You're right." After a pause, she says it again, as though to convince herself. "You're right." She looks crestfallen, as though disappointed in herself. "I couldn't hope to endure."

She looks up at the sorceress. "We will still leave."

"Pity. Very well, but know this, I'm not accustom to being refused. I will have my eye on you. Both of you. Remember my offer. Return to me should you look inside yourself and acknowledge your darkest desires."

"I will remember," Euna says. You're not sure whether she's just being polite or if she means it.

"Now go. Leave here before I change my mind and decide to keep you anyway."

The cafres bump you, nudging you to get moving. They lead you through the marble hallways to the entrance. From there, you and Euna hastily walk off. The horses are still waiting for you where you left them.

Euna gasps as though she'd been holding her breath. "Oh heavens, that was terrifying! I didn't think she was going to let us go."

"It did get a bit dicy, didn't it? Strange offer she made, wasn't it?"

"Very strange." She mounts her horse.

"You were actually thinking of taking her up on that offer, weren't you?"

"Lunacy, isn't it? I would do anything to save my father." She sighs. "The craziest part is is that I know I'll be thinking about that offer for days to come. What if..."

"That certainly is crazy."

Together, you ride down the long mountain trail. Once the trail widens enough, Euna rides up alongside you.

Marion sighs. "Fine."

You ride to the beach. Once there, you use the mirror to reflect sunlight at the boat until a flash comes from them. It looks like they're lowering a rowboat from the deck to come over.

"I'm not going to be a very good nun," Marion says. "I'm just going to misbehave as much as I can. I'm going to offer myself to everybody. I don't care who they are or how old or ugly they might be."

"It sounds like you're going to be the best nun," Euna says. "I wish I was more like you when I went into the convent. I might have enjoyed myself."

"They're probably going to kick me out though."

"Maybe not. Religions believe in saving people. They'll punish you, and flog you, and torture you until you repent, but they won't give up on you."

Marion grins. "How far do you think I can push it?"

"I think you're going to find out."

"Do try not to get kicked out," Euna says.

"I was thinking of running away once I get there."

"The world is a harsh place, but the church will take care of you. They may punish you or scold you, but they will always make sure you're safe."

"Maybe I don't want to be safe."

"Just give it a chance. Don't buy into their purity nonsense and you might find a life you crave there."

Unconvinced, Marion grumbles. Euna watches the girl with concern.

The rowboat arrives on shore. Two sailors work the oars. A third steps out onto shore. "Marion?"

She steps forward.

"The captain has a schedule he'd like to keep. So let's get moving."

Marion approaches. The man grabs her, eliciting a yelp. He carries her over the water and dumps her in the rowboat. She staggers for balance. Both oarsmen hold onto her to stabilize her.

"Thank you," she mutters.

Their hands linger. One is clutching her ass and thigh, the other has his hands under her arms, tantalizingly close to her breasts.

Marion doesn't mind. "Where should I sit?"

"How 'bout right here." They scoot apart.There is barely enough space between them, but to their delight, Marion squeezes in. It puts her in physical contact with both.

One puts his arm around her. His hand brushes her breast. "Welcome aboard, Missy."

"Thanks." She smiles up at him. Her thigh subtly rubs against his.

The man who carried her aboard glances back at you two. Without knowing who you are, or caring to learn, he merely nods before pushing the rowboat into the water. Once they're off, Marion waves. "Farewell." You and Euna wave back.

As you turn your horses back toward land, Euna canters close.

She grins mischievously. "Those sailors were certainly friendly."

You nod. "And that's a long sea voyage she has ahead of her."

"Something tells me she'll be just fine. Shall we?"

Her eyes are wide. "Those sailors were..."

"Affectionate?"

She nods.

"And that's a long sea voyage she has ahead of her too," you say.

"She's probably happy about that."

"Probably."

"Such a strange girl. Shall we?"

"Did you see what those sailors were doing?" she says, aghast.

"I did."

"Is she going to be okay on that boat? She'll be at sea for months."

"I think so. Either way, it's out of our hands."

Concerned, Euna glances back several times as you guide the horses.

"She'll be fine," you say.

"Heavens, I hope so."

The two of you head back toward the road. After a silent ride, Euna turns her attention to her horse. She strokes its mane.

Marion's eyes go wide. "Do you mean it?"

You gesture to the open road. "It's yours."

Giddy, Marion climbs off your horse. Her legs wobble as she takes her first few steps toward her new life. She turns. "Thank you."

"Wait." Euna dismounts. "Before you go, I want one last thing from you."

"What is it?" Marion asks.

Ignoring her, Euna pushes Marion onto her rear. She hikes up her dress, slings one leg over Marion's shoulder, and presses her sex to Marion's mouth. Startled, Marion gives a muffled yelp of surprise, but when Euna doesn't relent, Marion begins tonguing her slit.

Euna gives a shuddering sigh. "Get used to this, Marion. From now on, no one is ever going to give you anything without expecting something in return, so I don't see why we should. It'll help teach you how you'll need to behave from now on."

Marion can only keep licking as Euna grinds her pussy against her face. Minutes pass until Euna is gasping in pleasure. Her body shudders, and her legs go weak. Afterward, Marion pulls away, gasping.

But before she can recover, Euna grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks her head back until her face is pointed straight up. Perching over her, Euna releases a stream of urine onto the girl's face. Marion sputters as it stings her eyes and fills her mouth. Most of it cascades down her front, soaking her head wrap and robes, though Marion inadvertently swallows some.

Euna steps off and looks down at the poor girl. Marion is still reeling when Euna slaps her across the face, creating a resounding crack. It sends the girl sprawling upon the ground. spits upon her face and shoves her to the ground. "Get used to people treating you like trash as well, because they will. They all will."

With that, Euna spins and returns to her horse. Marion lays upon the dirt road. Though humiliated and urine-soaked, she's biting her lip suggestively; her chest heaves, as though a single stroke of her clit would send the girl over the edge.

Euna remounts her horse. "Let's go."

"Yes, My Lady," you reply. Together, you ride off, leaving Marion to face her new life alone. Neither of you look back.

"Here." Euna moves to dismount. "Take my horse."

"No, no," Marion replies. "I don't want anything except the clothes on my back."

"Are you sure?"

Marion chewing her lip, then nods. "Yes, I think... yes! I am. My word, this is exciting!" She takes a shaky breath, then strides off down the road.

You and Euna watch. Far off, Marion turns back one last time and waves goodbye. Euna waves back, and then the two of you head back.

"I do hope she finds what she wants," Euna says.

"A defenseless woman on the road alone? I guarantee it."

Euna grins. "I mean I hope she'll be happy with what she gets."

"I'm sure she'll be scared at times, but it's what she craves."

"I hope so. I wish her well."

You ride for a while before Euna sidles up to you.

He bows to you once again. "She will. I haven't spent this much on a single slave in years. I intend to get my money's worth out of her."

He turns his attention back to the auction. You and Euna head off with your newfound wealth.

"Constant rape," Euna says. "Day in and day out, at the hands of common soldiers. In times of war, they can be particularly brutal."

"Are you glad you asked?"

"I'm not sure. It sounds like a hard life, but it could have been a lot worse. I just hope she enjoys herself. We were the ones who talked her into this. I hope she doesn't wake up tomorrow and wish she could take it back."

"I'm sure she'll have regrets occasionally, but she's a true masochist. Her desire will win out I think."

"I hope so."

It's a quick walk back to the camp. The horses are still tethered by the river. Euna strokes her horse's mane.

"These are fine horses, aren't they?" she says. "Their names are Savior and Crusader. It was on the writ." She strokes her horse. It's a black stallion with an unusually long, sleek mane and tale. Silky hair on its lower legs hides its hooves. "You're a fine horse. Aren't you, Savior?" she whispers. "It's a pity we must return them I rather like them."

"What if we didn't?"

"Out of the question," she replies. "We are not horse thieves. Besides, we have trouble enough feeding ourselves, much less a pair of horses."

Together you ride the horses back to the city. The guards recognize Euna and the horses from earlier and simply wave you through.

Euna speaks briefly with the stable owners while you hand the horses off to a hand. She returns to you when she finishes. "That's done with. Where shall we go from here?"

You're before the city gates.

You and Euna walk to the palace grounds. The gates are open, and beyond them in a plaza before the palace doors, a crowd has gathered. It seems you've arrived just before a presentation or an announcement. You gather close, pressing into the throng of people.

Before the crowd is a dais with a row of men and women beyond it. Like everyone else in the city, they're young and attractive, though they're different from the townsfolk. Each wear a sheer white robes cinched about the waist as though it were a uniform. They have low cut fronts, showing the men's chests and the women's cleavages down to their navels. The robes split along the outer legs, showing their thighs and calfs.

One of the men steps before the dais. He holds his hands high for silence. "Everyone. Everyone. It is wonderful of you all to come out here to show your appreciation to our Hana. This season's festival is in her honor, and yet we still owe her more thanks than we could ever give her. We gather here now to show how grateful we are one final time during her Sending."

He turns toward the palace. Two guards escort someone from inside. It's a girl, dressed in robes which actually conceal her body. The guards hold her arms as though helping her along, yet the way they surround her seems less friendly. They lead her onto the dais.

"Thank you, Hana," the speaker says, "for upholding the traditions of our fair city. All of our hopes and wishes go with you."

The girl tries to smile, yet she's nervous as a deer.

A convoy of horse riders come forward. More guards, though one horse has no rider. The robed men help Hana mount it. With a nod from the speaker, the convoy gets moving, following a path which leads around the palace and toward the mountains behind the city. The gathered crowd applaud and hoot as they depart.

After the convoy is out of sight, the speaker addresses the crowd. "This marks the start of our Shrovetide festival—another season until our next Sending. As I'm sure many of you already know, our next Appointed has already been decided. If you should happen upon our sweet Marion, I hope you will all treat her with the respect and gratitude she deserves. Thank you all for coming."

He steps off the dais. The crowd disperses. The robed men and women retire into the palace.

"What do you suppose that was all about?" Euna asks.

"I'm not sure," you reply. "That girl didn't look very happy to be part of the Sending. I get the feeling she won't be coming back."

"Where do you think she's going?"

"No idea."

"Maybe we should ask someone," Euna suggests.

"I'm not sure we should. I think this Sending was what this entire festival was about. We're supposed to already know about it. Asking might reveal us as outsiders."

"Hmm." She frowns at the audience. "I suppose you're right. Shall we move along?"

She lifts and looks at you. "You can? I thought men needed long rest between intercourse."

You grin. "Did you learn that at the convent?"

"It's not true, then?"

"No. I can go again."

"Then yes, let's do it."

And you do. This time she's passionate from the beginning. Her arms and legs coil about you, and she moans as you thrust into her. This sex lasts significantly longer. By the end she's mewling. Crying out, she bucks and writhes. You shoot your seed deep within her again, and collapse.

She cradles you close. "That," she says, "was more like it."

Go to sleep.

She thinks. "I've realized that my whole life has been this story written by my aunt. She decided that I would be a Daughter of Nim. She convinced me to take the vows. She wanted me to marry whom she wanted. And because of it, I've been living this narrow, sequestered life. But it wasn't to protect me. She chose me because of my birthright. If my sister had been born first, maybe you'd be telling her stories about me."

"No." She pauses. "I don't know. I just want a chance to live the life my aunt denied me. Maybe there's still room for Nim. Maybe I'll later give penance, and this will just be a chapter in my life." She sighs. "Or maybe I'm just a silly girl who's succumbed to temptation. I don't regret it though, not tonight anyway."

"A performance?" Euna eyes some of the burlesque street side shows. While they vary style, many are blatantly pornographic. "Not like those I hope."

"I was thinking more about your lyre."

"This?" Euna pulls it off her shoulder. "I suppose, but I've never played for an audience before. I think these people might not like my more... subtle style."

"You mean refined?"

"...yes."

"It'll be fine. Your music will set the mood for my act."

"What will you do?"

"You've seen my acts before."

"In Father's court, yes. But all you'd do is tell stories and dirty jokes, or get the crowd to sing those filthy songs of yours."

"There you go. That should work perfectly for a crowd this drunk."

She chews her lip. "I don't know... I'm not sure how I'd help."

"Come. I'll show you." You lead her to a secluded alley where you help her work out several songs with different moods and tones. She practices transitioning between them at your signals. You both make plenty of errors, many comical, and you laugh together at the mistakes, but soon, she's ready.

You two hunt down a bare spot near the festivity's outskirts and you begin. She plays, and you spin tales. Festival goers linger. Your antics feed your tales. They're unbelievably raunchy, eliciting gales of laughter. Euna sets the tone perfectly. She transitions right along with the mood of your stories as though you two had worked together for years.

After years back home of watching your acts with dull eyes, all the humor has finally caught up to her. She laughs and cheers right along with the audience.

The sky darkens. The crowd thins, and so you bid everyone goodnight.

Euna is giddy. "That was delightful!"

"I couldn't have done it without my fellow performer." Bowing, you kiss her hand.

She blushes. "Thank you, but you were the star. I never realized how talented you are back home. I only saw your silly clothes."

"My silly clothes?" you say. "Those clothes made me the Fool. Without them, I'd just be a man embarrassing himself before the court."

"You're always embarrassing yourself, but you're quite good at it." Holding your head in her hands, she plants a quick kiss on your lips.

But the quick kiss lengthens. Soon you're both lost in passion as your bodies intertwine. When she pulls away, you both realize that some audience had remained. They cheer and whistle. Euna blushes, but at their encouragement, she kisses you again. Her fingers coil through your hair. Your hands slide along her side.

Breathing lustfully, she presses her body against you. Her hands rake your back. The crowd loves it.

She finally breaks away, breathless and flushed, and grinning shyly from the attention. Lingering cheers cause her to bury her face in her hands, but she can't stop smiling.

You two bid your audience one final goodbye and head off.

"That was quite a finale you gave them," you murmur.

"I don't know what came over me."

"They loved it."

"I know. So many were watching. It made it... Heavens, that was wild!" She glances back at the street. Lingerers call for an encore. "Oh, heavens. They want us to do it again!" She face turns a deeper crimson.

"Always leave the audience wanting more," you say. "We should get home while we still have light."

At camp, you freshen up at the river. When you return, Euna is reclined upon the alcove bedding, staring at you with contented eyes. You sit beside her and pull her close. With lips locked, your hands explore her body, kneading her breasts, stroking her thighs, and finally finding the laces of her bodice.

She regards you as you loosen it and pull it off. For her skirt, she lifts her butt off the ground for you to pull them off. Only in her chemise now, she does not stop you when you lift the hem up her body. Her smooth pussy has flowered open in arousal. Her pussy is nestled within a thick mane of blond hair. The lips glisten. Her breasts appear next, perfect unblemished orbs. A ring of bumps circle her areolas.

She raises her arms, and the chemise comes off, leaving her nude and trembling, watching as you remove your clothes. She takes your hard cock in her hands and plays with it curiously.

Euna lies back, and you climb over her. She hisses inwardly as you enter. Your rhythm is slow and gentle, but as your shared passion grows, so does your pace. Her breathing comes out in gasps.

Faster and faster you go. Her arms and legs wrap about you. It becomes too much and you can no longer contain yourself. Her body quakes. Afterward, you hug her head to your chest.

She's silent for a long time. A few sniffles escape, but you know no words will help that. You simply hold her until she finally speaks.

"Oh," she says.

"Oh?"

"Just, oh."

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"I think so. I think I was too tense. I kept expecting Lord Father Nimel to come down from the skies and smite me, but after all this waiting, and hearing so many horrible and wonderful things about it, it was... I guess I expected more."

"The first time is always more of an experiment. As you get used to it, you'll enjoy yourself more."

"I guess we'll see. It's done now. There's no reason to avoid it anymore."

"Okay then." Euna takes out her lyre. Together, you two find a vacant spot along the festival road, and you begin your routine. She plays gentle background music while responding to your cues to add flourish to your stories. It sets the mood wonderfully. You launch into your ribald stories, captivating many passersby to linger. Your tales invoke laughter and amusement. Euna herself seems just as captivated, though she plays flawlessly throughout.

After hours, you end on a final story where a prince manages to rescue his fair lady. You as the prince, and Euna as the lady, you kiss her deeply upon ending the story. Everyone applauds. Euna is flush by the time you pull away. Bowing to the crowd, you end the act.

"You know," Euna says, putting away her lyre, "I think I could live quite happily as a minstral for the rest of my life."

Return to camp.

"Of course," Euna says. "Bring out the final horse." The stableboy hurries off and return with Hutan, the chestnut brown stallion, in tow. Euna strokes its snout. "We wouldn't want any of them to feel left out. Isn't that right?"

Euna examines the bottle with you.

"Only half full..." you say. "Bring her another horse," you say to the stableboy.

"Only half full..." you say.

Euna nods and looks to the stableboy. "Bring the next horse."

He leads Cala away and returns with Burkan, the black horse, in tow.

Next Horse

The lad returns Burkan to his stall and returns. "Are you two done?"

The jar is full to the brim.

Jar of Horse Cum added to inventory

As you're passing the other stablehands, a young man calls out from the group. "Hey. Who are they?"

"They work for my lord," your guide says. "They're inspecting the horses."

This satisfies the stablehands, and they return to their conversation.

The smell inside the stable is of straw and feint manure, though it's remarkably clean as stables go. The lad leads you down an aisle lined with stalls on both sides. Horses occupy many of them. Some eat from feed baskets. Others watch you pass. Most are well-kept.

"My lord has three stallions," He points out three. "You can take from them. But no others. All the other horses belong to other lords stowing here." He comes to one—a handsome gray horse with a peppering of white in his coat.

"This is Cala." He strokes the horse's nose, then opens the stall door and leads him to a private open area in the back of the stables.

The horse shuffles uneasily when Euna approaches. She begins introducing herself to the animal with her slow motions and calm words. "Beautiful horse," she whispers. "You have a lovely coat. I've never seen a coloring like this before. My father would have loved you."

Cala settles down.

The stablehand is glancing around. "Be quick about it."

"Well, Euna?" You motion under the horse.

Her expression is flat and unamused. "Of course it falls to me."

"You're the experienced one."

"Fine." She digs through your pack and brings out a jar with a neck wide enough for the task, and she shoves it in your hands. "But you be ready to collect." With that, Euna begins the ritual of rubbing her hands along Cala's flank to give him time to adjust. As Euna rubs his belly, penile sheath, and his dangling testicles, his cock slowly emerges. The horse is uneasy again. You take the place by his head and keep him calm.

Euna kneels under the horse as Fira showed her: with the cock pointed right at her. As it grows closer toward her, she inches back, all while stroking the slick, pink meat. Once it's at full size, she suckles and nibbles the crown, and occasionally licking along the shaft.

The stableboy's eyes pop. He grins a goofy grin.

The horse is rocking. Euna continues to pleasure him with her mouth and hands. Soon she catches your attention. "It's coming. Quick. The jar."

You press the jar over Cala's urethra while Euna shows the cock fervent attention. Thick white cum floods the container. After several thick ropes, the jar is nearly half full.

You and Euna step away from the horse.

"You use your mouth?" the stablehand asks.

"It works, doesn't it?" Euna sounds defensive.

"I'm not complaining," he replies. "It was hot."

"The jar is only half full," you say.

"I know that." Euna faces the stablehand. "You said you had more horses?"

The next horse is larger than Cala. "This is Burkan," the boy says.

"Another handsome beast," Euna replies. The horse's coat is black and short, and it's cock is revealed to be mottled black and pink once Euna coaxes it out. She pleases Burkan with long strokes and gentle love administered with her mouth. Soon, she's motioning for you again. While she tongues the cock's ridge, it fills the bottle with deluge of semen.

Stepping away, Euna examines the contents. "All full."

The boy returns the horse. "Are you two done?"

Jar of Horse Cum added to inventory

The lad's eyes widen. "Collect their cum? What for?"

"We have our reasons," you say.

"But how?"

"Manually," Euna replies. "Unless you know of a better way."

He stares at her, bewildered. "I... I don't think I should. Not without my master's permission. I'm sure you'd get the same answer from the others too." He glances at the other stablehands.

The stableboy fetches Burkan. The stallion's short black coat shimmers, highlighting his muscular physique.

"And what shall I do with this beautiful strapping horse?" Euna asks.

The stablehand fetches Hutan. The horse had been poking his head out of his stall to watch. His body is sleek brown, like tanned leather, except for his black feet. His mane is combed down. It creates a curtain over his eyes.

He readily comes up to where the last horse just was.

Euna strokes his mane and plants a kiss on his nose. She looks to you.

The stablehand hurries off and returns with Cala. The towering stallion's gray coat is peppered with white.

"What shall I do with you..." Euna asks the horse.

The inside is as you remember it. Rows of stalls. Most clean, and most occupied with fine, healthy horses of all kinds.

"Here they are." The stablehand shows you the same three horses from before, one gray, one black, and one chestnut brown. "Do whatever you want. I get to watch though." He reddens. "...to make sure you don't do anything bad with the horses."

"Of course," you say.

"What horse would you like to start with?" he asks.

"I agreed to only play with one horse," Euna says.

"You did," you reply, "and now here's another horse."

She regards you, then rolls her eyes and approaches the horse. "You and your constant pushing..."

The stableboy returns the horse to his stall. "What now?" he asks.

"With one horse," Euna amends.

The stableboy cracks a smile. He's seen what Euna does for fun.

But he makes his smile vanish. "I'm not sure..." he says, even while his eyes gleam. "I shouldn't be letting just anyone in there."

You and Euna approach the entryway to the city stables. Half a dozen young stablehands loiter outside the entrance. Most are young lads. A few are girls. All are dressed in tunics of different cuts and styles, and two bear sigils of the same house.

One young lad in a tight tunic leans against the stable wall, looking glum. When he sees you, he springs up. His short stature, tousled blonde hair, and freckled face betray the serious demeanor he's trying to put off.

"Something I can do for you?"

You and Euna approach the city stables.

The same young, blond-haired lad intercepts you. "Something I can do for you?"

"I'm sorry, sir," he says, "but unless you have a horse to stable, we can't let you in?"

"Not even a peek?"

"It's our job to keep the horses safe. We can't be letting nobody in just to sightsee."

He glances about. "Who says we don't? We're all in the same lot, aren't we? Some of us will watch another's horses while they sneak off to steal some drink or futter some lass. Then they'll watch our horses for us the next night. Got to be careful though."

"Why's that?" Euna asks.

"The watch knows us. If we get caught, word gets back to our lords. But if we slip away for a bit at night, no one notices."

"I'm just posted here, m'lord," the boy says. "My master is visiting the city, and he left me in charge of watching his horses while he's gone."

"And the others?" Euna glances toward all the other young men and women lingering together inside the stable.

"It's the same story for all of us, m'lady. All of us have our own lords, and we're all stuck here until our lords decide it's time to go home."

"That sounds dull," Euna says.

"It's utter tripe, is what it is." The boy spits on the ground. "Our lords get to trollop about the grandest city in the world while they stick us to watch the horses. Just down that road, there's a festival with free drink and people who fuck for show, but do we get to see any of that? No. We're stuck here feeding our masters horses and cleaning manure. I've been here for over a month now, longer than of the other stablehands there. I see them come and go, but here I am."

"I commiserate," Euna replies. "It must be awful."

Kneeling beside the bush, you pull aside bramble and carefully reach in. Your hand comes out holding the large, wooden pestle you first discovered by the altar site.

"That thing?" Euna says. "I must have thrown it farther than I thought. What are the odds that it would turn up again?"

"I don't know. Maybe we're meant to have it."

Her eyes narrow. "You know my thoughts on this relic."

"It is just a pestle. For cooking, or spices."

"One that has an incredibly phallic theme to it," she adds.

"It does, but so what? Tell me, is it you who doesn't want this? Or is it remnants of Margosha Romanovna's teachings that's telling you to throw away a perfectly good, and rather artful, instrument?"

"Useful?" she asks. "We haven't the mortar to go with it. What could you possibly want to use it for?"

You start to reply, but it dawns on her. "Oh. Nevermind," she says. "I know how your filthy mind works." But then she eyes the rod speculatively. She takes it from you, feels its weight, runs her hands along the length, feeling the "ribbed" veins and ridges and it's sizeable girth. For a phallus, it's a little wide; her thumb and finger don't touch when wrapped about the end.

Next, she grips the handle. She inspects the tarnished bronze band at its end, and the wooden ring on the pommel.

Ultimately, she shrugs. "Fine. We'll keep it. I suppose it is just a piece of wood after all. These runes are almost certainly just a good luck charm. But you get to carry it."

She hands it back to you, and stow it away. It's surprisingly heavy.

Runic Pestle added to inventory

You continue on, through the woods. Thick bramble makes progress slow going.

You arrive at a place where a steep mountain wall is to your north. It's too steep to climb here. Nor does there seem to be anything up the mountain worth climbing to.

You're at the base of the steep mountain wall.

A glimmer catches your eye from under a nearby bush.

Investigate the glimmer.

"Are you suggest I whore myself?" she asks. "Are you insane?"

"It's up to you."

"Of course I don't want to. What's gotten into you?"

"Just an idea."

"It was a bad idea," she says.

She spins on you. "Are you suggesting I become a common prostitute?"

"Aren't you my little harlot?"

She looks as though she's about to protest loudly, but the idea sets in her mind. She eyes the other women on the dock. "We could use the money. But what do I even charge? I suppose that woman back there was charging twenty, but I'm more attractive than her, right?"

That doesn't begin to cover it. Euna is easily the most beautiful woman on this part of the dock, but that's not saying much. The whores here are either too young, too old, or too worn out. Many are gaunt, missing teeth, unwashed, and perhaps drug-addled. Some are arguably attractive, but none compare to Euna.

"Hmm." She pretends to ponder this. "Sell my body again? I suppose I can. What price shall I set today?"

"How about sixty rubles? You're certainly the most beautiful woman here."

"How about five rubles?"

"Five rubles, as usual."

A older dockworker idles by. Euna gets his attention, and they talk. Eventually, they disappear down her alley.

You approach. The man has his breeches down. He's squatting over Euna with his ass on her face, enjoying her tongue up his ass while he both strokes himself and plays with her bared tits.

He says something. Beneath him, Euna shakes her head. He says it again, and again a head-shake. The rimming continues, until suddenly she forces him off her face.

Just like that, they're arguing. After some time, he pulls up his breeches and leaves in disgust.

You come in as Euna is correcting her clothes.

"I'm sorry," she says. "He didn't pay."

"What happened?"

"He wanted me to do something I just couldn't do."

"And that was?"

Her cheeks grow crimson. "He wanted to defecate in my mouth. I just couldn't do it. I'm sorry. I know I'm to do whatever you wish, but that was too much."

"What happened?" you ask.

"He wanted to defecate in my mouth," Euna says, "and then I believe he expected me to swallow the results. I said no."

"I agree. That would be too disgusting."

"I'm disappointed in you.""I didn't think anything was too much for you."

"Oh!" she says. "Yes, my lord. Of course." She takes your cock back in her mouth for a few bobs. "I hope it's okay that I finish you the old-fashioned way."

"For today. But you'll practice deep throating."

"...Until I'm as good a whore, is that it?"

"That's right."

"I suppose I have my work cut out for me then."

"Absolutely not," she says. "If a common prostitute can do this, then so can I. I am a tsarivna. I strive to excel at everything I do, no matter how lurid. ...Or torturous."

"There's the Euna I know."

"You'll see. I will punish my throat until it learns to behave, and then I will pleasure you better than any rude prostitute can. Until then, you'll just have to make do with this..."

Euna resumes sucking you off. While she's not sinking down all the way upon your cock anymore, it's still an expert performance. It makes no difference to her that the mouth of the alley is just paces away, where any passerby might spot this lurid affair.

In no time at all, she has you erupting in her mouth. She drinks your cum greedily, and tucks your breeches back up.

"Now," she says, "shall we continue on our way?"

Euna tugs your breeches back up and stands. "I haven't given up though. Give me time. I'll master this skill yet."

"I know you will."

You two head back to the boardwalk.

Euna shakes her head. "I still can't believe I agreed to suck your pole where anyone could have seen us."

"Maybe you realized no one would care," you say, "or maybe that they'd like what they saw."

"Something came over me. That's for sure."

Next time she pulls away to breathe, you pull her head back and aim over her face. She poises herself to accept your offering. Your cock erupts over her features. Ropes of cum stain her nose and cheeks. Much dribbles into her mouth, but rather than swallow it, she closes her lips and lets the lake of spit and cum inside overflow. A fountain of mess spills over her upturned face. It courses over her eyes and along her ears, and runs down the sides of her neck.

"That's a good whore," Gisèle says. "Wallow in the mess. Be shameless."

Euna nuzzles your cock, smearing sticky cum and drool all about as though it were an aphrodisiac. She paints her forehead, her hairline, her cheeks. Gisèle licks much of the mess from Euna's face. Euna keeps suckling and nuzzling your manhood and accepts the cleaning like a kitten accepting her mother's grooming.

In the end, Euna gazes up at you with your cock and balls still upon her face, and she flashes a self-contented smile.

You thrust forward, and snake your cock down her throat.

"Oh, he's about to cum," Gisèle says. "Don't you dare pull away until he's completely done."

Euna takes you down her throat. This time, she deliberately squeezes your cock with her throat, which sets off a chain of gagging, but she holds, even as her body squeezes, and drool spits up.

"Now swallow him!" Gisèle snaps. "Keep swallowing like you're trying to get his cock into your stomach."

You can feeling her trying between her gags. It causes rhythmic massaging on your cock. Without any thrusting at all, your climax comes slowly, but it makes it all the more powerful, and leaves her contorting as her lungs scream.

Only once you've filled her belly with your cum does she pull off and gulp air. Her face is red, and a mess of spit and snot. Her eyes run tears.

"Not bad," Gisèle starts to wander off. "Just always remember, the messier, the better. Men love it."

She wanders off, and soon you and Euna are back on the docks. She's wiped herself clean, though her breasts glisten, and a dark stain marks her bodice down to her belly. "Another skill in my repertoire," she says. "I'll be the best cocksucker someday. You'll see."

You linger. Euna notices and pauses as well.

The whore is burying the man's shaft down her throat until her lips press to his pelvis. Back and forth she goes, until she presses deep and holds. Her throat bulges. She heaves repeatedly. It contracts her throat around his cock. She pulls away gasping. Thick ropes of saliva string between his cock and her lips. Before it can drip, she catches it with her tongue and dives back upon his cock.

"Why is she putting herself through that?" Euna asks. "That looks thoroughly miserable."

"For her john."

"And it feels better for him, does it?"

"Presumably."

Euna watches the pair.

The whore buries the man's cock down her throat again. This time, the man holds her head down on his crotch. She gags, and squirms, and soon thrashes, but the man is climaxing. He doesn't let up until he's finished. Then she falls back gasping and coughing. Ample saliva coats her chin. It drips onto her cleavage.

"That was entertaining," you say. "Shall we keep moving?"

As though entranced, Euna approaches the whore. Up close, you can see her age is more advanced than it first seemed. Wrinkles are about her eyes, and gray peppers her hair. Her makeup creates an illusion of vitality, but it doesn't help much right now, given her bloodshot eyes and tearstained cheeks.

"Excuse me," Euna says. "Hello. My name is Euna."

The whore looks her over. "I'm Gisèle. You looking for fun? I don't normally do women, but I know a tongue trick or two."

"Actually, I wanted to ask. Why were you choking upon his staff like that?"

"That's my signature deepthroating, sweetheart." The whore wipes drool off her chest.

"And men like that?"

Gisèle holds her hands out to present herself. "They don't come calling to me for my looks. Not these days. I take cocks to their base, no matter their size. Then I let my throat skills do the work."

"How do you it?" Euna asks earnestly.

"Want my secret, huh? For five rubles, I'll show you a trick or two." She winks at you.

"I was just hoping you could share a bit of your wisdom," Euna replies."I think not," Euna replies. "I just curious for a bit of your wisdom."

The woman laughs. "My wisdom? I suck cocks, sweetheart, and if you don't have coin, then good day to you. I've got work to do." Gisèle saunters off.

Euna watches her go.

"You really want to know her tricks, don't you?" you ask.

"I would have liked to learn more," Euna replies. "Oh well."

"I'm sure we could," Euna says, "but I'm also sure she'd want to be paid her usual fee, and we can't afford her five rubles at the moment.

"I suppose she's as good as any," Euna says.

"She is, and while I'm enjoying her blowjob, you'll sneak a thimble of her spit. You can manage that, can't you?"

"I won't fail."

"And I suppose it would be too simple to just ask her for a dollop of saliva," Euna says.

"Lanx said we shouldn't tell people why we're collecting fluids. Who better than Gisèle? If we do it right, she won't even know we collected any at all."

"Ah, because I'll be collecting while you enjoy her ministrations, is that it?" She hums in thought. "Oh very well. Why not?"

Gisèle is at her usual haunt by the stairs. "I don't have anything else to teach you, sweetheart."

"No lessons," Euna says. "Today, I'm buying a blowjob for my manservant here as a reward for his good behavior as of latelove here as a gift."

"Actually, I'd just like a blowjob today," you say.

"Is that so? And what about her?" Gisèle nods toward Euna.

"She's just going to watch."

"Is that so? Come along then."

Gisèle takes you to her usual back alley. She kneels before you and takes out your cock while Euna kneels by her. Just like that, she takes your cock in her mouth. As you harden, your dick inches down her throat, and then the blowjob begins.

Every part of her mouth squeezes and massages your shaft like a climaxing pussy. Her spit drips from her lips and squelches about your cock to create a perfect sensation of warmth and wetness.

Euna catches a drop falling from Gisèle's chin and stashes it. From then, she watches with rapt attention. She may know Gisèle's tricks, but Gisèle still has a polished mastery that can only come with the experience of thousands of blowjobs.

"Once you finish him," Euna murmurs, "I want his cum."

You're quickly approaching orgasm. Gisèle pulls away enough so that your cock's head is nested on her tongue, and your cum fires into the lake of spit welled in her mouth. She sinks on your cock one last time to suck away every bit of drool and cum she can.

Finished, Gisèle startles Euna by snagging her head and tilting her face upward. She hovers her mouth over Euna's and motions for Euna to open up. Euna reluctantly obeys. Gisèle dribbles her entire mouthful of thick drool and semen into Euna's upturned mouth. She hocks her throat and spits last few globs. Most get in Euna's mouth. Some land on her face.

"Go ahead and drink it down now, sweetheart," Gisèle says. "That's a good girl."

It takes Euna several swallows to clear all that's in her mouth.

Finished, she turns to Euna, who upturns her face and opens her mouth. Gisèle dribbles out her entire mouthful of thick drool and semen. Euna accepts it all. Gisèle hocks her throat to spit the rest, but Euna pulls Gisèle down for a kiss. Their tongues explore, and Euna sucks away the last globs greedily. No spitting necessary.

It takes Euna several swallows to drink all that's in her mouth.

"It's been grand, you two," Gisèle says. "You know where to find me." And she wanders off.

"This would have been worth it for the blowjob alone," you say to Euna, "but watching a whore degrade you like that was an extra treat."

Euna manages a queazy smile.

"I realize we could have gotten saliva from anyone else," Euna says, "but I don't think we would have had nearly as much fun."

Saliva added to inventory

"I assume you mean for her to critique me while I fellate you, and not for her to pleasure you herself, right?"

"Sure. That's what I meant."

"Very well. If it might help me become a better cocksucker for you, then of course."

"Very well. I would like to know her tricks." Euna eyes you. "But we're doing this for my education, so don't get too excited."

"You are not suggesting I let another woman fellate you, are you?"

"I wouldn't dream of it," you reply. "I mean for you to suck me off."

"...In front of a prostitute? And I'd agree to this?"

"I just thought you wanted to improve. I guess not."

"Cute," she says. "But I won't be goaded so easily." You two walk along the boardwalk. But then, "It would be educational. Wouldn't it?"

"Whores are the best at their trade. Who better to learn from?"

"Fine. We'll do this," she says. "But she is not to lay a finger on you."

You two find the Gisèle lingering at the corner of the boardwalk steps.

"We would like to pay for your services," Euna says.

Gisèle raises an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Yes, but I will be doing the fellating. I wish for you only to advise me on technique. Is this acceptable?"

She shrugs. "As long as I get paid."

Gisèle notices you. "Interested?"

"I am. But for something a little different. My lady wants to improve. If she sucks me off, will you coach her on technique?"

She shrugs. "As long as I get paid."

The woman leads you two down an alley between rowhouses. Euna casts nervous glances toward the boardwalk before she kneels down and pulls your breeches low. Your cock springs out half-hard.

Gisèle kneels beside Euna. "Get him hard, sweetheart. That's a good girl."

Euna tongues and suckles until you're rigid.

"Now, take him down your throat."

Euna tries. She gags immediately.

"Again."

She tries a few more times. Each time ends quickly in gagging. Her retching has left drool coating your dick. Gisèle is right by her face. "Again. And this time hold it."

When Euna tries, Gisèle grabs her head and holds it down. Euna heaves uncontrollably. She frantically fights Gisèle off.

"Don't quit!" Gisèle says. "The gagging is what makes it feel good. Your throat squeezes his cock."

Euna's eyes are tearing up. "How can you possibly stand this? I'm on the verge of vomiting."

"If you're not willing to suffer, then you'll never be an expert cocksucker like me."

"I'm not sure that's true."

Gisèle glares at her. "I've sucked cocks in four kingdoms across three continents. I have been sucking them since before you were born, girl. Since I've had my baby teeth. Now try again. This time, clench your fist while you're throating him and focus on that. It'll make it easier."

Euna takes you deep again. Her fists clench. She holds it a while longer, but then enters a chain of retching which leaves her coughing and sputtering.

Gisèle cackles. "Keep at it, sweetheart. That's all there is to it. Practice. And suffering." She heads off. "Come find me when you're ready for your next lesson."

Tears run from Euna's bloodshot eyes. Her face is red. "I don't think I can finish," she says.

"That's okay."

"So you're just going to give up?"

"You have to. You can't just suck a cock half way."

Euna motions for Gisèle to go ahead. Gisèle takes your wet cock down her gullet. She retches. Her throat squeezes your cock, when she pulls away, drool coats your cock. It streams down Gisèle's chin and onto her breasts.

"What?" Euna says. "Her? Fallate you?"

"Yes." Gisèle shoos her aside. "Move, sweetheart. Let me show you how it's done."

"Very well." Euna does so. "But only for a moment. This is my lessons, and he is my man."

"Whatever you say." Gisèle takes your wet cock down her gullet. Her throat squeezes your cock, when she pulls away, drool coats your cock. It streams down Gisèle's chin and onto her breasts.

Before Euna can react, Gisèle takes your wet cock down her gullet. Her throat squeezes your cock.

Euna looks as though she wants to protest, but when Gisèle pulls away, copeous drool coats your cock. It streams down Gisèle's chin and onto her breasts. Astonished, Euna simply watches.

Each thrust of your cock down her throat squelches, and the sensation is incredible. When she pulls away, long ropes of drool drip from your cock, but she dives low and catches ropes with her tongue before sinking your cock down her throat with another wet slurp.

She pulls away and looks to Euna. "Your turn."

Euna eyes your cock reluctantly. It's dripping with viscous saliva.

"Don't just stare at it! Take it!"

"She did say she had another lesson to teach me, didn't she?"

You find Gisèle at her usual perch near the boardwalk stairs. "You two again."

"Will you teach me more?" Euna asks.

"I would like you to teach me more," Euna says. "Same deal. I fellate. You instruct. Can you do that?"

"Depends. Did you learn how to keep a cock down your throat?"

"I did," Euna replies. "Mostly."

"Good enough."

Soon you're all behind crates down an alley. Euna pulls your pants down and gets right to work getting you hard with her mouth.

"Aren't you the eager one." Gisèle kneels by her. "Now take him down your gullet as long as you can."

Euna swallows you down until her lips are against your pelvis. She gags once, twice, then pulls away to breathe. She wipes thick drool from her lips.

"Now do it again," Gisèle says, "but this time don't wipe away your spit. Let it build up."

"What for?"

"You're using your mouth like a pussy, aren't you? And a man wants a wet pussy. Now do it."

Euna swallows your cock again. Her muscles squeeze your shaft. When she pulls away, thick slaver is coating your dick.

"More. Get messy, like a dripping pussy."

Euna does so. Spit drips from your cock, and runs down her chin. She catches it before it drips.

"No, no!" Gisèle says. "You're being too dignified about it. Get messy."

"This is already messy."

watch

"Maybe you should let Gisèle show you what she means."

"Do it again," Gisèle says. "but this time get as messy as you can. Smear it. Gargle it. Let it flow over you."

"I'll try..."

Euna takes your wet cock down her gullet. She chokes on it for long lengths at a time before pulling away to breathe. Each choking accumulates spit. This time, she swallows none, but embraces the mess. It dribbles onto her breasts. It coats her cheeks.

Gisèle is right by her face. "That's better. Let it build up. Play with it a bit. That's a good cocksucker."

Her mouth is a pool of warm wet flesh, and her throat squeezes your cock. This blowjob has you fast approaching your orgasm.

Bury your cock down her throat as you cum.

Pull out and cum on her face.

"Hmm. For a name?" He takes the money, and the brooch. "Damien De Castilla. There's your name. I'll be kind to you. Search the Siren's Bounty for him if you're looking to get yourselves killed. Now off."

You and Euna wonder the market.

It's not long before Euna's path leads you both straight to the merchant from before. The brooch is still there on display. "We still need to know where he got this brooch," she whispers.

The rotund merchant notices you two again and approached. "Back again, I see. The brooch is still waiting for you, dear. It is destiny that you should wear it."

"All we need is to know where you got it," she replies.

His smile doesn't waver. "And as I said before, I could not deign to surrender such information, except perhaps to its new owner. If you buy the brooch, I may tell you. Was I not clear before?"

"Yes, you were, sir..." you say.

You and Euna wonder the market.

"Does anything catch your eye?" you ask.

"There's a lot," Euna says. "I always wondered what ever happens to all those keepsake heirlooms pirates take. Now I know. Although who buys all this? Pirates buy from pirates?"

"No. Not all of these people are pirates. Some are merchants. They'll buy from the pirates, then resell the loot in other countries. They're the ones who make the real money." You nod toward a kiosk, where a seller is exchanging coin with a another man while sailors cart barrels toward the boats. "They also bring food and supplies for the pirates to resupply. And I bet the pirates never touch them on the high seas."

"You certainly know much about pirate economics." She regards you narrowly.

"I'm a worldly man."

"So you are. Do you think any of these merchants trade in Ruthgar? Maybe a merchant would let us ride with them back home. They'd be a safer crew than the pirates or the slavers, wouldn't you think?"

"Many of these merchants are slavers. Everyone here is dangerous. They won't help us unless we give them something in return. And we have no money."

"My father has money. My family would pay anyone who brought me home."

"Sure, sure," you say. "If you can prove to them you're a princess. Can you?"

Disheartened, she shakes her head. "No."

"Probably for the best. If people here knew who you were, it would attract the wrong kind of attention."

But Euna is no longer beside you. She's veered off toward a merchant's kiosk. When you catch up, she's examining a piece of jewelry—an ornately etched silver piece shaped like an open hand with a sapphire in the palm.

"Look at this," she whispers. "It's the open palm of Nimel."

"What do you mean?"

"It's a brooch. Daughters of Nim pin this on the inside of their shawls to hold them closed. It's a representation of Nimel's continual contact with us."

"It's supposed to be his hand?"

"Yes."

"On the inside of your shawl? Wouldn't that mean he's always got a hand on your breasts?"

"No, it..." Her face blanks. "I never thought about that before. Of course you would notice that. But this is here. Do you know what that means? One of these pirates robbed a daughter of Nim."

"Or abducted her into slavery."

"Er, yes." She shudders. "But look at this." She shows you the back where the pin is. Etched in the silver is a small crescent moon with a line passing vertically through it. "That's the symbol of the church in Volkha. I've been there. Someone here must have been to Ruthgar."

A merchant approaches. He's an overweight man with a shaved head. Like many here, he wears nothing but a pair of baggy breaches, leaving his glistening, flabby upper body visible. "I see you have good taste, my dear." He says in an odd accent. "It is a fine piece. I sell my wares at wholesale, but I would part with that for a beautiful woman such as yourself."

"Where did you get it?" she asks.

"It came from a renowned countess in a faraway land. Her beauty and splendor brought great glory to her lands. This brooch was her crowning jewel. You, my dear, would be a worthy woman to wear such a majestic piece. I would ordinarily sell this for near a thousand rubles, but for you, I will sell it for its material costs. Say... six hundred. I hardly make a profit with that, but it would pain me to see some other ordinary woman wear such exquisiteness."

"I don't want to buy it. I want to know where you got it," Euna says.

"I told you, my dear—"

"No. I know it didn't come from a countess. It came from a nun, but from where? Who sold this to you?"

The man's generous smile lessens. "Dear, my dealings are done in private. I could not possibly hand out names of suppliers like that, not to anyone but its new owner..."

"But all I need is a name," she says urgently.

You step in. "Ah. Sir, I understand you take discretion seriously..." you say

"You're such a cruel man," she says, grinning. "but if that is your will. What now?" she asks.

"I think it's time for us to head home for the day."

She's still fully aroused, but she complies. After she dons her bodice over her cum covered breasts, you two head back.

Return to camp.

"Thank you!" Still kneeling, she spreads her knees and rubs her sopping cunt furiously. Her fingers easily slide in and out of her hole. She buckles over onto her hand as pleasure overtakes her. She plays with herself all the way through her orgasm. When it ends, she sits back against the wall and plays with herself idly.

The sky has grown dark.

"It's late," she says.

"We should probably get back home," you say.

Reluctantly, she puts her clothes back on.

Return to camp.

After bidding farewell, you guide Euna away from the man.

Euna protests. "But we need to know."

"I know we do," you say, "but he won't tell us for free, and we have nothing to offer him."

"I... fine. We'll leave," she says, "but we must come back as soon as we have something to trade. This could be our way home."

You and Euna wonder the market.

"Is there anything that catches your eye?" you ask.

"Quite a bit," Euna says. "Too bad we have no money to buy any of it. But it's nice to look."

She and you peruse the market, though neither of you purchase anything.

"Hmm." He studies the bottle. "This is from that freak city, isn't it?"

"It might be," you reply.

"They have good swill there. Fine. Damien De Castilla. There's your name. Check the Siren's Bounty."

"Thank you," Euna says.

"Egh, don't thank me. You go up there, and I'll be seeing you next face down in the bay."

Bottle of Rum removed from inventory

You and Euna leave.

"Well that worked," she says. "I wish would could have gotten the brooch. I may not exactly be a good daughter of Nimel anymore, but it bothers me to think of some greasy merchants passing that around."

You nod. "Wait here."

"Where are you going?" she asks, but you're already scampering back toward the merchant. He's busy again, talking with another merchant.

It's hardly a challenge for you. Only someone who was studying you closely would have seen anything at all, but when you return to Euna, you slide her the brooch. "A present, Your Highness."

Her eyes widen and she hurriedly tucks it out of view. "What if he catches you?"

"He hasn't. Let's keep moving."

You scurry away together.

Nimic Brooch added to inventory

"That's it, heh?" Bellamy says. "I suppose that makes an adequate tonic. For slaves."

He looks Euna over. She still seated on the deck. Her front is an utter mess of fluids staining her face, breasts, and clothes. Despite her mess, he eyes her with a hungry look.

"You've seen the product demonstrated," you say. "It's time for us to go."

"So soon?"

"Next time you buy from Lanx," you say, "I'll be sure to deliver, and I'll bring her along for another long and thorough demonstration."

Euna corrects her clothes and comes over and takes your arm. "You enjoyed the show," she says. "Maybe next time you do business with Lanx, I'll deliver again. We'll have another demonstration."

He grins. "I'll insist upon it."

Euna slumps in relief.You feel Euna's grip on you loosen. She realizes the same as you what those words mean: He's going to let you two go.

As you two disembark, the slavers give Euna numerous catcalls and wolf whistles. She smiles back and holds your arm like a proper lady with her gentleman.

"You performed well back there," you say.

"You were pleased?"

"Yes. You served those men just as I wanted"

"You enjoyed having those men humiliate me in every degrading way imaginable?"

"I did." You drape an arm over her shoulder. With your other hand, you reach under her skirt to grope her pussy. She's dripping wet. "And you did too."

Her face turns crimson.

You worm two fingers inside of her. "Admit it."

"Yes. I admit it. I loved it."

"You're becoming a filthy slut who needs to be used and defiled in the worst ways imaginable."

"I do. Lord, yes. I do."

You pinch her clit. "Tell me what you are."

"I'm a dirty slut who needs filth. I'm your slave. Use me however you want. I live for your satisfaction only."

"That's right you do." You withdraw your hand, leaving her yearning for more.

Farther up the wharf, she whispers, "I thought we would never get away."

"I was a little unsure myself," you reply.

"That is the last time we make a delivery for Lanx and Fira. They are going to hear about this."

"Oh come now, you handled yourself quite well."

"Yes, all I had to do was every degrading act imaginable. I just debased myself before an entire crowd of despicable men. I never imagined I'd do such disgusting things."

"But you did," you say, "and I think you enjoyed it."

"Did I now?"

"Yes..." You drape and arm over her shoulder. With your other hand, you reach under her skirt to grope her pussy. She is dripping wet. "Yes, you did."

She bats your hand away. "Maybe it was a little bit arousing."

"A little?"

"Fine. A lot. I don't know why it is that such disgusting depravity enflames me so much, but it does. Lord, it makes me so hot. It's so utterly wrong. I love it."

"Sounds like we'll be doing more of it in the future."

"I know we will." Her eyes twinkle. "Though let's try to keep it on our terms in the future. I've no wish to be at the mercy of pirates again."

"Done then, hmm?" Bellamy eyes Euna hungrily. "Then in that case, I think your lady will be coming with me."

"Lanx is expecting us," you reply.

"You'll go soon, but not before I've had a taste of that sweet cunt. I need to teach this pissy slut how to behave."

"Captain, she—"

"It's quite all right," Euna says to you. "I'm sure I can make time for the captain, but it will have to wait until the demonstration is over."

The captain eyes her. "Your boy here just said there were no more fluids."

"Quite right," Euna says, "but I've yet to perform the grand finale." She unties her skirt, though she stops just before revealing herself. "...unless your crew doesn't want to see it."

The crew erupts with hoots and wolf whistles. Their cheering becomes a chant. "Do it! Do it!"

Bellamy concedes. "A finale then." The crew cheers. He silences them. "But you won't be leaving this ship until the captain is satisfied."

"I wouldn't dream of it." She whisks her clothes off. Cheers become hoots. She strolls to the ugliest slave on the deck—a deformed oar-rower with a body so hulking and disproportioned, he might be part ogre. His matted hair looks like dead seaweed. A slash scars his face, which took his right eye, part of his nose, and the corner of his lip, leaving his permanently snarling.

When Euna sits before him, his one eye goes wide. She tugs his grotty shawl down. His cock is like a club, already at half mast. She holds it aside and gets her tongue to work giving his grotesque balls possibly the first wash of their life.

The monster smiles like an idiot. His cock fully hardens. The skin peels back revealing smegma caked all along the crown. Euna makes sure everyone sees the cock's disgusting state before hooking one leg around the brute and sinking that cock deep into her pussy.

The two fuck obscenely. The brute's scarred lips hangs open, and thick drool dribbles onto her hair and chest. It runs rivers down her belly. He stoops and engulfs her tits as though trying to fit them in his mouth. The soiled state of her tits seems not to bother him. When he cums, he hollers like an animal. Thick semen pours from Euna's stretched lips.

The brute's cock doesn't soften. Euna has him lie down so she can straddle him and take his cock up her ass. This time she rides. Her breasts bounce wildly. As she goes up and down, she reaches back and scrapes her fingers along the crack of the brute's ass. It's absolutely caked with shit, and her fingers come away with dried sludge. She strokes the filth into her own pussy. It's not long before she's crying out in a thunderous orgasm. The brute fills her bowels with another load of his seed.

Coming down, she gives a long, sweet kiss upon the brutes lips. His tongue worms in her mouth like an eel. When she leaves him, she gives a small dainty wave over her shoulder. The brute grins and waves back like a giant dopy child.

"Now the demonstration is over."

This gets one final cheer from the crowd.

"Now, captain. Shall me and my friend return to Lanx now? Or do you still want a taste of this sweet cunt?" She squats and spreads herself. Her holes drip runny cum, her pussy is tainted brown with shit, and the giants copious smegma is congealed against her labia.

The captain eyes her pussy with a sneer. "Get off my ship."

Euna ends up having to dress on the wharf, but afterward she walks with dignity back to the docks.

"I'm impressed," you say. "You outwitted the captain, not a single slaver got to lay a hand on you."

"It was all about keeping control."

"Was it worth it, though? You might have just gotten away with giving the captain a simple blow job in the beginning."

"I would rather debase myself with a hundred slaves than lay a finger on such a repugnant man."

"I'm starting to think you'd debase yourself with a hundred slaves just for the fun of it."

She grins devilishly. "Lord! I just might! That was so disgusting. Every time I saw the envy in those slaver's eyes, I just wanted to do more. I want to do more."

"Oh, I'm sure you will. Something tells me this has opened up a new chapter in your sex life."

"I can't wait."

"Finished, eh?" He motions for Euna to come close. She crawls over, and he holds her face up by her chin. "One last thing to do. You've still got to make it up to me for being such a stuck-up bitch earlier. Turn around, slut. Show me your cunt."

Apprehensive, Euna glances at you.

"Go on, Euna. He's not satisfied yet."

Euna turns and hikes up her skirt. Bellamy admires her ass and pussy. "Even with the tonic, you'll probably die from the pox soon. But that cunt, yeh, that's still clean for now." He looks to you. "I'd like a feel for it."

"Do whatever you like," you say. "Compliments of Lanx."

Bellamy is already unfastening is breaches. He's rock hard, and he yanks Euna back onto his cock, spearing her pussy. She cries out and struggles to balance. All around, the crew cheers and yells insults at Euna. Her eyes squeeze closed. Her cheeks burn crimson.

The captain pulls out and aims his cock to her ass. She wails at such a rough and sudden entry. He cares little and simply pistons his cock to his content. Ages later, he buries deep and holds, filling her with his second load of cum.

When he pulls out, his dick is a mess. "I'd make you suck my cock clean," he says, "but your cess pit mouth is more tainted than your ass." He wipes his cock clean on her skirt, then shoves her away. "All right, men. You've seen her demonstration! Make that mouth the worst sewer you can!"

What follows is a reprise of her demonstration. The crew members take turns forcing her to tongue clean their genitals. She's hardly finished with one before someone yanks her by the hair to someone else. Many fuck her mouth. Some peel back the skins of their cocks and have her lick up any accumulation. Some pirates are far worse than others. Euna only wretches the first few times.

Some men joke that they'll never wash their genitals again except to have a whore like her lick them clean.

Some slavers have her open her mouth so they can hock in a mouthful of snot. Some present her with their asses, dirty from months at sea. Each time she's finished tonguing clean one, someone yanks her around and presents her with another. Some press her face into their asses and unleash farts. None seem to care just how nauseous she looks. Bonnie enjoys Euna's mouth once again. Then she too gets her own ass cleaning.

For a finale, the men gather around and piss on her. She swallows some at their command, but most doses her body and makes a mess on the deck. After this, most men lose interest.

The captain steps in. "I think that's enough, boys." He looks at Euna, who's an absolute mess of fluids. Her hair is sticky. "So little slut, you've convinced me that the tonics works just fine. Pass my compliments on to Lanx. I'll make sure you deliver his products next time so you demonstrate again for the crew."

Later, you help Euna back onto the wharf. The men jeer and catcall behind her. Euna's gasps in shuddered breaths. She sniffles.

A far distance from the ship, you set her down on a crate. Her lip trembles, and tears run down her cheeks.

"So," you say. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

Her eyes go wide. She's seems about to yell no, but ultimately she lets out a deep breath. "Lord... It was so humiliating. He... he raped me. They polluted me. It was horrible... but..."

"But...?"

"I don't know. When that captain told me to deliver any more of Lanx's packages, I thought about how all of that would happen all over again, how or it might even be worse, and, I swear to you, I nearly climaxed. What is wrong with me?"

"What's wrong with you is that you've had to go through your life without answering your true calling: a shameless filth slut."

Euna gives a shuddered sob hearing that. She's trembling.

"We're going to see if Lanx has any other deliveries to make to cruel and disgusting people, and you're going to demonstrate for all of them.

"Oh... Oh Lord."

"And if not, then I'll find people myself to pollute you the way a filth slut like you deserves."

"Oh. Ohhh." She leans heavily against you and trembles all over. "Promise me... promise me..."

"I promise to treat you like the piece of sewer trash that you are."

"Hmm!" She bites her lips to keep from moaning. You're having to hold her up. Her hand rubs at her crotch through her skirt. Eventually she settles down.

"Shall we move along?" you ask.

She gives one final sob and nods.

Alchemical fortifiers removed from inventory

You're on the lowest terrace by the ships. Market stalls sell all manner of goods.

This place is buzzing with activity. Sailors have created kiosks outside their boats where they sell everything from fine dresses to ornate jewelry. It's all most certainly stolen from some pirate raid or another.

Other merchants are closer to the boats. Their wares are more geared toward staples: food and supplies for ships to restock.

The dock extends south. Steps to the west head back up to the top terrace.

Peruse the markets.

Search for the Pincoy to deliver the fortifier package.

With just a quick unfastening of your breeches, you grab Euna's hips and stab yourself into with no resistance. She cries out and rests her head on the wall. You hammer into her. She humps back against you. Neither of you pay any attention to the people passing by on the boardwalk who glance down the alley to see you.

Euna's sex clutches your cock. She spasms and moans—lost in her own world of pleasure as you rut her. You bury yourself into her and fire your seed deep inside.

When you pull out, your breeches are stained with her secretions. Rivulets of her own arousal dribble down her thighs. Your cum is bubbling out of her.

"Oh, I..." She's gasping. "I needed that." Leaning, she pushes her wet cunt toward you as though needing more, but she eventually calms down. Standing, she rights her skirt and refastens her bodice.

She presses her thighs together. "I'm dripping."

"Oh well," you says. "That's what happens when you fuck in an alley."

"Oh I'm not complaining. I think I like the feel of seed running down my thighs." She glances at the sky. "It got late."

"We should probably head back."

She takes your arm, and together you set off back home.

Return to camp.

She spins back around and looks at you both with excitement and apprehension. "As you wish. Do you want me to... have sex with them?"

"Only if you're okay with that."

She can't quite bring herself to say yes.

"You don't have to," you say.

She relaxes. "Very well. Yes. Bring me some men to entertain me." She squats down obscenely and absently toys with her clit. "I'll be waiting."

She relaxes.

"But," you continue, "You're not allowed to play with yourself while you get them off."

She grins playfully. "Oh, that's evil. As you wish."

You venture out to find a few willing men. It takes longer than expected. Apparently, pirates are skittish about following a man into a dark alley under the promise of a wanting woman, but eventually you find three sailors loading a galleon who are willing to investigate, provided they go together and bring their weapons.

Euna is in the alley fussing with her appearance when you return. Her eyes light with nervous anticipation when she sees the strong sailors following you.

"Here she is, men. If you could please help this poor woman satisfy her need for cock."

"I'll be damned," one says. "She's actually here."

"She's a hot piece, isn't she?" says another.

Euna drops to her knees and hooks a finger at the men. "Come here," she orders.

The men obey.

The men forget about you as they circle her. Euna drops to her knees and smiles up at them.

They chuckle. "You're hungry for us, aren't you, girl?"

She pulls off her bodice and squeezes her tits sensually. One man steps up and undoes the cord at his waist. His hard cock springs free. Euna takes it tenderly in her mouth. Like with the merchants, she takes it out once it is wet and plays it between her breasts, until the man grabs her shoulders and sets his own pace by thrusting between her globes. Euna simply holds her breasts together to create a tunnel for his manhood while she sucks on the tip.

Soon enough, the man fires. Euna swallows most of his seed, and some spills on her neck. All the while, Euna is resting on the balls of her feet with her knees spread lewdly. Her pussy drips onto the boardwalk, yet she never touches herself.

She treats the next man to the same combination of her mouth and breasts, he too cums shortly. The third man lasts the shortest. She lets his seed spill all along her cleavage.

"Your a wench who knows how to have a good time," he says, fastening his breeches.

"Any time you need our help again," another says, "just find us."

"Perhaps I will," Euna replies as she smears the cum over her breasts.

The moment the men leave, Euna faces you and spreads her kneeled legs even farther. Her pussy drools long strands drool onto the dock. "And now. Your cock. Come here."

You kneel before her and bring out your erection. Grabbing her hips, you slide into her without any resistance at all. Her walls clutch your shaft. With so much anticipation, she's already reaching a peak of pleasure within a few quick thrusts. Her body trembles so much she would crumble were you not holding her up.

Through her high, she continues to rub slick cum about her breasts and necks. Breath short, she licks the smelly mess from her fingers. You fire your cum inside her, which joins with the sodden mess of her loins.

She's finally sated. After donning her clothes, she's filthy with bodily fluids. Cum is drying upon her chest, and more drips between her legs, but she doesn't care.

"It's late," she says. "Let us get home."

Return to camp.

"Perhaps I will," Euna replies as she smears the cum over her breasts.

"We should get back," they say to each other. They all agree, and leave.

Euna turns to you. "Oh, please may I come now?"

"Sure. You've earned it."

"No. A harlot is to be used, not pleased."

The captain watches her with a wry smile.

Euna regards you with narrowed eyes. "Very well. A demonstration."

The men chuckle and hoot.

Euna faces the captain. "Bring forth your slaves."

The hooting stops. The captain frowns. "Our slaves?"

"Yes. It is their health the tonic must safeguard, is it not?"

"Yes?"

"Then logically, it is their bodies that I should mingle with, not that of yours and your crew. To argue otherwise would show that your demand is nothing more than the crude preposition."

"If you turned me down out of disgust, then I assure you, lady, that you'll be mighty more disgusted with the slaves."

"It is not your bodies that disgusts me, but your occupation, your morals. I will demonstrate with the slaves, or I will not demonstrate at all."

Bellamy lips tighten, but ultimately he shrugs. "As you wish, my lady. We'll have a show of it." He hollers to his men. "Bring up some drudges! And make sure they're the filthiest, grimiest of the lot." He turns a smug smile on Euna. "They'll be the most suitable. Don't you agree? After all, it's not their bodies that disgust you."

Male slaves are brought up from below deck. They walk in file, and in short steps due to the chains about their ankles. They reek of body odor and sweat. The shawls they wear for modesty were white once, but endless wear and no washing has left them stained through.

"Let's begin," Bellamy says.

Euna drinks the tonic and saunters to the first. She kneels before him. His skin is black as coal, and when she pulls down his shawl, it reveals an impressive cock, though the stench causes her to pull away.

The slavers laugh, but she is undeterred.

Euna looks at you, terrified, but she quickly puts a steadfast resolve. "As you wish. I will give a demonstration." She drinks the tonic.

"I'll be the first." The captain unfastens the buttons of his breech.

Trembling like a leaf, Euna steps forward and kneels before him.

"You have your bitch well trained." His cock springs out a dense nest of black pubic hair. "Is she a slave?"

"Of a sort," you say. "No chains necessary."

"Ah, a willing sort. The best kind of slave." He strokes Euna's hair. His cock is inches from her face, which she eyes with mixed disgust and temptation. "Get to mingling, bitch slave."

"You must be out of your mind!" Euna turns to storm past you and off the gangplank.

Several slavers move to bar her way. They draw sabers. Euna backs away, eyes wide.

"We'll be having that demonstration one way or another," Bellamy says.

Euna looks to you. You give her a helpless shrug.

"I see," she murmurs to you. "You were reading the situation better than I was. Lanx will hear of this." She turns to the captain. "Very well. You'll have your demonstration. A quick one, and then we will leave."

"That's all I ask." Bellamy unfastens breeches. His cock springs out from a dense nest of black pubic hair.

Euna drinks the tonic and kneels before him. "A demonstration only," she says.

"Of course." He strokes her hair, "but don't be afraid to enjoy yourself."

"It won't hurt for her to have another," Bellamy says. "I'd like to see her drink one... unless there's some reason why she wouldn't want to."

"Blood, hmm?" He looks at the slaves. "Bring me my knout."

A crew member fetches a coiled rawhide whip. It ends with three long tails tipped with small metal wires. Bellamy shakes it loose and motions the men to bring forward the next slave—a tall, muscular rower with skin as black as coal.

Euna stands in the way. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going to whip this slave to ribbons, and you're going to mingle with his blood. Move aside."

"No."

"Move aside or you'll feel my knout first."

"Give me the whip. This is my demonstration."

The captain is taken aback. "You'd whip this drudge?"

In answer, Euna marches up and takes the knout from him. He steps aside to give her space as she flicks the knout in preparation. She winds up and slashes. It's a sloppy swing, but it lands a solid strike. With an ear-ringing crack, three long gashes appear on the slave's chest, starting over one pectoral and crossing down to the ribs along his flank. His nostrils flare, but not a sound escapes him.

Euna saunters over. She makes a beautiful visage with a knout in her hand and her tits bared. No doubt she whipped the slave to save him the multiple lashes the captain would have given him, but she still looks hungry at the sight of that blood.

Her tongue catches a running droplet. It glides up his chest, his neck, and his chin to tickle his lip. Her eyes mingle with his. The next time she licks up a trail of blood, he dives to meet her lips. They kiss like two young lovers. She yanks her bodice down and and presses her tits against his bloody chest. Her milk white skin clashes against his ebony body, and between them is smeared red.

Keeping lips locked, she pushes him flat on his back upon the deck. Her draped tits smear the blood over him, and her hand sneaks between his legs and down his shawl. He grunts mauls her red-painted breasts with his shackled hands.

He's close, and when she presses her abdomen against his groin and grinds herself, he hollers out and pumps his hips to completion. Euna then paints her fingers along his chest, smearing cum and blood. She gives him a final kiss and rises.

"Get him out of here," Bellamy growls. The crew drag the slave away. They might later make him regret enjoying what they've only watched, but for now, that slave is all smiles.

"What were the other fluids?" Euna asks you. She's licking her fingers clean of blood and cum.

"Blood, hmm?" He looks around at his crew. "Stubbs, where are you?"

A muscular pirate steps forward. His skin is olive toned, and his wild hair is coal black. Around his hand is a grubby bandage stained through with dried blood. "Here, captain."

"When's the last time you cleaned that sword wound?"

The man grins. "Haven't cleaned it once, boss."

"Let the slutprissy bitch clean it for you."

"My pleasure." He unwraps the cloth bandage. The outer layers crinkles. The inner layer is still wet with blood. It's sticky against his skin. The wound is a long gash running from the base of his thumb to partway up his arm. Thick black scabs cover its length. When the man tosses the bandage your way, its blister stench wafts toward you from paces away.

He offers the hand. Euna runs her tongue along its length. Her audience groans in disgust. She licks up oozing blood and nibbles scabs. Red smears her cheeks. The man frees his cock with his other hand and rubs himself inches from her face.

Once she's nearly licked his wound clean, he steers her head to his cock and rams her mouth down upon it. While she blows him, he yanks her bodice down and gropes her tits with his bleeding hand. Blood coats her globes. He squeezes them viciously as he climaxes, causing her to whimper, but she swallows his load just fine.

The man tucks his dick away and walks off. Euna is left with a bloody face and chest.

"A good demonstration," Bellamy says. "What other fluids were there?"

"Not without proof," Bellamy says.

"If you don't trust Lanx and Fira, then you should take it up with them," Euna replies. You and Euna turn to disembark from the Pincoy. Three slavers move to block your way.

"One way or another," the captain says, "we will have our demonstration."

Euna clutches you.

"You expect to keep doing business with Lanx if you hassle his delivery boy?" you say.

"Why not? He'll still be there. My coin will still be good." He signals his men, and they begin forming a loose circle around you two.

Euna clutches you even tighter. "What are we going to do?" she whispers.

"Don't worry," you reply. "I know what to say to him." You face the captain...

"You will not lay a finger on my lady. So help me."

"Of course you can have a demonstration. Euna, do whatever these men want you to do."

"I will not." Euna tries to push her way past the men, only for them to grapple her. You move to help, and someone grabs you from behind. You're both dragged back the captain.

"I'm starting to think these potions might actually be just water," he says.

"You know they're not," Euna snaps.

"I don't like being swindled. I think maybe if I send your heads back to Lanx, he'll learn not to cross me." He draws his saber and approaches. "Hmm. Perhaps just one of your heads. Hmm. Yours?" He points his saber at you.

"Fine." Euna yells. "I'll give you your demonstration."

"I think we're past that," Bellamy says.

"Don't be a stubborn ass," she says. "I'll demonstrate the product, and then we leave. If you don't want that, then you might as well run us both through with that sword, because you'll get nothing further from me."

"We don't need your blessing to have our demonstration from you."

"If you want to rape a girl, take one of your slaves," she snaps. "They'll bite and claw less than I will, but if you want a show, then stop this idiocy and let me perform."

Bellamy appraises her, then bursts out laughing. "You have a bite, woman. I like it." He nods to his men to let you both go. "We have a deal."

Euna drinks the tonic and saunters toward him on her hands and knees. Her butt waggles invitingly. At him, she unfastens his breeches. His cock springs out from a dense nest of black pubic hair.

"It better be a good show," he warns. "Or I'm apt to forget my side of our bargain."

"It will be unforgettable," Euna replies.

She goes pale. The men all cheer.

"I'm so glad you've come around," Bellamy says.

"Of course," you reply. "It was my misunderstanding." You nudge Euna. "Don't be rude. The men want a demonstration. Make sure they're happy."

Euna stumbles forward at first, then walks mechanically to the captain. She's quivering all over.

The captain hands her the opened vial to drink, and as she does, he unfastens his breeches. His cock springs out a nest of black pubic hair dense over his entire testicles.

When she kneels down before him, he strokes her hair and face. "I was beginning to think you were a stuck up bitch," he says. "You were being very rude before."

"I'm very sorry." Her voice trembles.

"You're going to make it up to me, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Get to it."

She suckles his hardening member. Her tongue runs along his crown. Then holding the cock aside, she presses her face deep into his crotch to tongue his balls. The dank, unwashed scrotum rubs her cheeks. She tongues their every crevice.Her nose disappears into his dense pubic fur.

The slave has no idea what to make of this. He keeps his shackled hands held away as though he might somehow disturb her. The other slaves along the chain watch in stunned silence while the slavers leer.

Bellamy keeps his hand resting on her head while standing tall. His crew jeers.

"Tell me, little man," the captain says to you. "Did I hear her say that you two collected the ingredients yourselves?"

"We did."

"I know a little something about this alchemy. All sorts of awful fluids go into it, from all different people. The more that do, the more potent the tincture. Isn't that right?"

"Yes."

"Must be plenty of fluids, I'm sure, to make it nice and strong."

"Of course."

"Was cum one of those ingredients?"

"It was."

"It wasn't."

"Is there now?" He grins evilly.

Euna looks at you pitifully. You suspect she might not have mentioned this herself.

Euna gives you a dry look, making clear you could have done without mentioning that ingredient.

The captain eyes each of the filthy male slave one after another before settling on one—a large brute, hairy like a bear, skin blotchy and red, and sweat dripping down his body.

Bellamy turns to Euna. "I want to see you bury your tongue up this drudge's ass."

"Very well." Euna kneels behind the slave and shimmies his grimy shawl to his ankles. His ass is a hairy mess. Hair running along the crack is caked with shit. It's as though he'd soiled himself in the hold and was never given a chance to clean up except to dump out his shawl

Euna recoils from the stench.

"The slaves don't get baths," Bellamy says. "They sit in the hold for months, shitting and stewing until, well, you can smell the results. But that won't bother you, will it? not if your tonic is as strong as you say. But if it's too much, just say so. I can think of an easy way you can make it up to me."

The captain eyes his crew until settling on one particular mustached man with meaty limbs and a heavy gut. Sweat stains mark his shirt from armpit to waste.

"You," Bellamy barks. "Get over there and show this bitch your ass."

"Uh, yes boss." The man waddles over while unfastening his breeches. His ass is a flabby moon dank with sweat. Hair runs up and down the crack. When he aims it toward Euna, it reveals clumps of shit stuck to the hairs, and at the very center is particularly unsightly brown crust.

Euna recoils from the stench.

"There aren't many baths for the crew," Bellamy says. "There could be a hundred shits before any cloth or water touches their ass, and, well, you can smell the results. But that won't bother you, will it? Not if your tonic is as strong as you say. So go on, slag. Get your tongue in there."

Euna takes a deep breath and dives in. Her face buries between those hairyflaccid cheeks. The crew hoots and hollers, especially when she pulls away to gag. Her face glistens with his ass sweat, but then she's right back in, gripping the man's ass to spread his cheeks wider.

The slave's cock hardens. Euna only notices because the crew point and jeers. Her hand sneaks between his legs and jerks his member. The crew laughs less.

Euna's tongue runs long laps right up the crack, scooping up the dried shit and swallowing it down. She sucks individual hairs. Finally, she attacks the hole at the center, rimming and kissing. All the while she's jerking the slave off. When the slave's orgasm nears, she focuses on massaging the head of his cock so that his cum spills into her hand.

The captain is not amused to see another slave pleasured. He yanks the slave away from her.

Euna's left sitting on the deck, wiping smears from her cheeks and licking cum from her fingers as though she were a preening cat. "Moving on, I take it?" She glances at you. "Go on. Tell him about another fluid."

The man's cock hardens until it's an iron rod pointing right out. Despite everyone watching, he begins jerking himself off.

Euna's tongue runs long laps right up the crack. She sucks the individual hairs. Finally, she attacks the hole at the center, rimming and kissing.

The fat sailor spins frantically and grips Euna's hair. After a few pumps, his cock spews cum over her face. She opens her mouth to capture what she can and swallows it down.

Finished, he turns around to present his ass again. Only this time when she dives in, he presses her head into his crack and unleashes a loud, rumbling fart directly on her face. The crew burst into laughter. Euna struggles to back away, but he won't let her.

"Get your tongue in there," he says. "That's a girl."

She's tonguing away again, and when the man squeezes out a few more whining farts, they must pass right into her mouth. She doesn't recoil again.

Now finished, he pulls up his breeches and walks off while she calmly wipes cum and brown stains from her cheeks and licks her fingers cleanshe's left licking cum and brown stains off her lips.

"Disgusting..." the captain says. "What other stink did you put in that potion?"

"No? Are you lying to me, lad?"

"No. We never put it in."

"With her eager lips, I'd have thought it'd be the first thing she'd put in it."

Euna is still tonguing every crevice of the slave's dank, unwashed balls.

"You can stop that now, sweet girl," Bellamy says. "No need to be pleasing the slaves."

"I will demonstrate as I please," Euna resumes, except now she's paying more attention to the slave's cock. The slaver crew can only watch as a slave enjoys this beautiful woman's mouth.

Bellamy chuckles. "Suit yourself."

He looks down at Euna, who's got her face buried deep in his pubic fur to lick the crevices of his balls. "Let's give her a taste of it now, shall we?" When she next licks the head of his cock, he forces her head down on her shaft. She grunts in surprise.

Back and forth, he both yanks her down while thrusting. To her credit, Euna doesn't stop him, but begins fellating him in earnest, perhaps realizing that he's not going to get to stop until he fills her mouth.

"That's what I thought," he says. "This thirsty slut probably sucked the cum from a stranger's cock herself, didn't she?"

"She did."

"Then seeing as how cum went into the potion, we might say she's been inoculated against cum, might we?" He comes up beside Euna.He strokes the side of Euna's head. "So, girl, don't see why you should be against swallowing as part of your demonstration."

Euna gives him a chilled, sidelong look as she sucks upon the slave's balls, but she does attack the slave's cock with gusto. This is no longer a mere 'tasting'.

Euna looks up at him while her mouth works upon his package. Understanding his meaning, her tonguing becomes a full-fledged blowjob.

After a few initial dives upon his cock, she takes it down her gullet. Her throat chokes and squeezes.She suckles upon his head and takes him far into his mouth. With her hands, she pumps the base of the shaft she can't fit in her mouth. Whenever she pulls off, the cock drips thick saliva onto her tits. The rest she catches with her tongue and dives down upon the cock again. As she sucks, Euna smothers his balls with her cleavage. Whenever she stops to breath, she lets the cock stab between her breasts, leaving saliva trails.

She does her best, bobbing up and down on his shaft inexpertly. It takes her so long that Bellamy frowns with impatience, but eventually she makes headway.

When the slave hollerscaptain cums, she pulls off and tilts up so the cock points over her tongue. She jacks him off with her hand so that everyone can see the cum shoot into her mouth. A few ropes lash her cheek. She makes sure everyone sees the cum cupped on her tongue before swallowing it down.

The slavers cheer.

"An excellent demonstration." Bellamy speaks to address all his men.fastens his breeches. "Now for the next one."

"The next?" Euna says archly.

Euna shoulders slump. "You mean we're not done?"

"Of course!" he replies. "Surely cum is not the only fluid you put in the formula.""If you didn't put cum into the formula, then you must tell me about the other fluids that you added. There were others, weren't there?"

Euna ponders this. "There were many more. Of course I'll demonstrate each." She looks to you. "Go on. Tell them about the other fluids."

Everyone looks to you.

"Yes, there were many," you say. "Why not a demonstration for each one?"

"A lovely idea," he replies. "So go on. Tell me."

When Euna doesn't volunteer to speak, the captain and all his crew look to you.

"Not much," Bellamy says. "She just needs to show us she has no fear of catching whatever sicknesses we could be carrying. Mingling with me would satisfy."

"And what exactly does mingling entail?" Euna asks.

"I think perhaps your tongue upon my sack will satisfy me that your potion is worth its salt."

His men laugh and lear.

Euna pales. "That won't prove anything."

"Your right. Maybe you should put your tongue upon all my crew. That will prove it to me."

"Save me your crude advances," Euna says. "I'm not doing it."

"Sounds like you're afraid the tonic won't keep you safe."

You and Euna search the wharf.

"There it is." Euna points it out. The Pincoy is a grand galleon with ropes draping off its three masts to form a dense web. Decades of nicks and blemishes season its masterful woodwork. "It's beautiful," she says. "Can't say the same about the crew..."

Two gruff sailors stop you from boarding. They're two homely brutes just as worn and weathered as the ship they guard. The rest of the crew behind them are much the same. "Piss off," one says.

"We're here to drop off a package to Captain Bellamy." You show the package.

"I said piss off."

"It's from Lanx."

He scrutinizes you. With a grunt, he motions to the other, who goes below deck. He returns with the men whom you recognize as the ones you saw departing Lanx's wagon. "Delivery boy, huh?" the central asks. He's bald to a glimmer, though his beard is thick with wire hair. His face is tarnished like dried fruit.

"Captain Bellamy?"

He waves you aboard. "Let me see it."

You and Euna board. The crew eyes you two, particularly her. When you give the man the crate, he opens it, and the men inspect the vials. One unseals a vial and sniffs it. "Water," he says. "A trick."

"It's not," Euna says. "We saw it crafted ourselves."

"Did you now?" says Bellamy.

"Yes. We even gathered the ingredients ourselves."

He scrutinizes a vial for himself, and then looks her up and down. "So you have complete confidence in the product?"

"Of course, and in Lanx and Fira."

"Then... you wouldn't mind demonstrating for us."

Euna frowns. "What do you mean?"

He offers the vial to Euna. "Drink one, and then we will put your constitution to the test."

"What? Of course not."

"I'm not going to feed a crate o' water to my slaves, then sail halfway across the ocean only to find half of them dead from sick. I want assurances."

"Is that what this is for? Slaves? You're slavers?"

The men laugh.

"What did you think this was for, my dear lady?"

"Why don't I show you?" Bellamy motions you both to follow him below deck. There's little choice. His crew crowd behind you and follow you down the stairs.

The smell of unwashed bodies and waste strikes you long before your eyes adjust to the dark. There's a sea of men all chained down to benches with thick shackles about chafed ankles. There must be over two hundred, all from different parts of the world, with skin tones from coal to cream. All of them are near naked apart from filthy shawls about their waists. The heat is stifling down here, and all the slaves are sweating.

They sit chest to back like stacked cups. Nearly skin against skin. In the back, women sit equally packed in squaller. All are just as underdressed as the men. Along the sides, male slaves have more room, each having their own bench, but only so each can man the oars when tasked to do so by the whip.

Euna gazed upon them. "Good heavens."

"Tonic helps them make the trip," the captain says. "With it, I'll lose one in ten by the time I reach port. Without it, I could lose three in ten. Or damn near all if a plague catches. I'd have to dump them mid voyage."

"Has it crossed your mind that you might give them better conditions?" Euna snaps.

"Cheaper this way." He leads you both back on the top deck. "So you can see, lass, the tonic must be good. It preserves the cargo. So I will be needing that demonstration."

"Right from the tit, eh?" Bellamy ponders. To his men, "Fetch that slave, the one that whelped that pestering babe."

Men hurry below deck and return dragging a shackled woman with olive skin and long black hair. She'd be beautiful under all that grime.

"Her tits are heavy with milk," the captain says to Euna. "You know what I want."

Euna crawls up to the slave woman, who seems to stare through Euna rather than at her.

"Where is your child?" Euna asks softly.

"We sold it," Bellamy says.

Euna shoots him a look of pure venom.stares at him in horror.

"I don't ship babes. They don't survive the trip. Now get on with it."

When Euna turns back to the woman, her gaze softens. Taking her hand, Euna bids her to kneel. She trails her hands over the woman's body, and runs kisses up her belly. Despite her empty gaze, the woman's breath grows shallow.She holds the woman close and whispers in her ear while her hands trail over the woman's body. Something is whispered back.

Euna kneads the woman's breasts. She runs her tongue over one nipple, then the next. With enough massaging, droplets of milk form. She latches on and suckles. The woman's eyes come to life. She looks down at Euna with a soft smile.

Euna becomes more ambitious. She sneaks a hand down the woman's shawl and works her slit. The woman writhes.

But that's not enough for Euna. She pushes the woman to lie down, and then slides a foot between the woman's shackled legs. Sidling together, their crotches are pressed together. Once they move the shawl and skirt out of the way, their sexes no doubt touch, though no pirate sees this. As they grind against each other, Euna pulls the woman's lips to hers and they lose themselves. Their breasts press together. Milk spills.

The slave takes over squeezing her own breasts with shackled hands. Euna leans back as it rains over her. It anoints her forehead, her hair. Some sprays into her mouth. More dribbles down her neck and chest into her cleavage.

The woman is clearly no stranger to sultry performances. She straddles Euna and captures Euna's lips in a long and passionate kiss. Her hanging tits drip milk onto Euna's own. Their hands explore.

The woman lies fully on Euna, and shimmies her shawl off. She grinds her sex against Euna's leg and pulls Euna's mouth once again to her tit. Euna's skirt rides up. Her shavenfurry sex is displayed to the crew, who cheer, especially when the woman grinds her clit against Euna's.

Their pace quickens until both reach ecstasy together. The woman mewls in pleasure, and then release, and then in anguish. The two women clutch each other as though no one else were in the world. Euna strokes her hair whispers in her ear while the woman weeps.

"Enough of this!" Bellamy drags the slave off of Euna. He tosses her to his men, who take the woman back below deck. She cries all the way. Her breasts dribble milk over the deck.

Euna is wiping away milk that sprayed on her face and hair. She doesn't give a single hint that the captain's interruption bothered her.

"What's next?" she asks.

Euna is sprinkled with milk, from hair and face to her arms. She watches the slave get taken away with longing. She would have let that woman cry in her arms all day.

"Let's move this along, shall we?" The captain faces you. "What else did you gather?"

Bellamy laughs. He faces Euna. "Did you have fun collecting that? I bet you can't get enough of girl cream, can you?"

"Bring out some slaves and we'll see."

"Men, get the bitch some ladies! Filthiest ones you can find."

Slavers go below deck and return with a three women chained together. All are filthy and harried, and they're nude apart from shawls hiding their groins.

With her feline saunter, Euna crawls to the first—a woman with desert skin and and long straight hair tangled in a mess. She peels the woman's shawl down to reveal thick hanging lips. They're an absolute mess. Gel-like secretions are buried into the folds. Euna spreads them with her fingers and worms her tongue along the folds, collecting clumps and crust and tang into her tongue. The slave stands awkwardly, unsure what to do about this, though Euna's tongue has its affect. She squirms, she trembles, and in minutes she mewls in pleasure.

And Euna is onto the next—a lithe woman with black skin and matted curly black hair. When Euna tugs down her shawl, revealing a thick prickly nest is equally messy. Dried crust clings to the hairs. Euna dives in as though starving. This girl enjoys it more, even swinging a leg over Euna's shoulder and pressing Euna into her snatch. When she cums, she grinds her slit along Euna's face.

Euna comes away with her cheeks and chin glistening with slick. The next girl is a small-framed young one with fair skin and hair. She's hesitant to let Euna pull down her shawl, and it's clear why once Euna does. Euna's performance has turned her on, and she is dripping. Girl-cum strings to the shawl. Her crotch and thighs are soaked. A dribble runs down her leg, which Euna captures with her tongue. She licks its trail until she's buried deep in the girl's sex. The slave's reaction is voltaic. She cries and quivers, and when she climaxes, clear cum sprays from her cunt like a crushed peach. It drips from Euna's chin.

Finished, Euna sits back. She's got cum over her breasts and as high as her forehead.

"How'd those scummy cunts taste?" Bellamy asks. "Feeling sick yet? Maybe you'd like to stop demonstrating and taste a proper cock instead?"

"Their petals are more divine rotten than your stamen would taste fresh from a bath," Euna replies.

"Huh?"

"Let me clarify." Euna picks up the desert woman's discarded shawl. The gusset is a sopping mess built up over months, and Euna scrapes up yellowish cream with her teeth. "These filthy cunts taste better than your cock ever will." She takes the black woman's shawl, cream and crust mixed with curly black hairs. Euna licks it up, hairs and all, until only a faint stain remains.

"Enough of this," Bellamy growls. "What else went into that potion?"

"Go on." Euna says. "What else was there?"

"Bonnie!" the captain roars. "Where are you?"

"Up here, captain. Don't have to yell." The voice comes from overhead. A girl is lounging high on the ratlines, from where she's been watching the whole affair unnoticed.

"Get your scrawny ass down here."

Bonnie bounds down the ropes and hops onto the deck. Her skin is like cured leather, much like her tight pants. Her sheer blouse outlines a lithe body borne from the daily acrobatics of rope climbing. Her small size makes her ideal for crows nest duty. Between her boots and her belt, she's got four daggers that you see, probably a necessity when living with cutthroat men.

"That girl needs a muff for her demonstration," Bellamy says. "Oblige her."

"My pleasure." Bonnie shimmies out of her leather pants and a thin loin wrap, revealing a pussy stubbled with short pubic hair and encrusted with congealed girl slime. The crew hoots.

"Shut it, all of ya!" she snaps, and they do.

She faces Euna. "Get in there, girl. Get a taste of my ripe cunt."

Euna crawls forward with her feline saunter and a hunger in her eyes. Kneeling before Bonnie, she claps her hands on her Bonnie's ass and pulls her crotch to her face. Bonnie staggers. She would have fallen if Euna wasn't holding her tight.

"Thirsty slut, aren't ye?" Bonnie drapes a leg over Euna's shoulder.

Putting a boot on her chest, she shoves Euna onto her ass and straddles her. Her muff presses to Euna's face.

"Eat it, you pale bitch. Get your tongue up there. Ahh, that's it! Yehh." She grinds against Euna.

Euna keeps at it.

"Like a swamp, ain't it?" Bonnie asks. "No baths at sea. Smells so bad I never take off my drawers. You should see them. Gussets are like a festered bandage." She shudders. "By the hells, cunt. You know how to work that tongue, don't you? Ohh." Bonnie simply enjoys the ride. Within a minute, she's clutching Euna's head against her and crying out.

Afterward, she shoves Euna sprawling. Wet slick covers Euna's face. Bonnie collects her clothes, only to pause when she collects her panties. "Come back here, slut."

Euna reluctantly crawls back.

Bonnie bunches together the gussets of her panties. It's as nasty as she described. The fabric is stained dark with yellowish congealed slime and crust. She wipes the gusset across Euna's face from forehead to chin. "Open that trap," she says. When Euna does, Bonnie jams the gusset in. "Suck it. Suck it clean for me."

For over a minute, Euna remains on her hands and knees with panties hanging from her mouth which she sucks like a pacifier. The crew finds this hilarious. Their laughter makes her cheeks burn. When Bonnie removes the panties, the mess has been replaced with soaked saliva. She puts them on all the same, and her leather pants.

Afterward, she shoves Euna away. As she's putting on her pants, she speaks to everyone. "Did I treat the bitch right, captain?"

The crew cheers.

"Come find me anytime, slut," Bonnie says, "and I'll ride your face all night."

Euna blows her a kiss, and BonnieShe blows Euna a kiss and heads back up the ratlines.

"A proper demonstration," Bellamy says. "What's next?"

"Did you now." Bellamy leers at Euna. "How about it, girl. I could take a leak."

"Find me a slave," she says.

"Fine." He faces the slaves. "Which of you slags needs to piss like a horse. Come on. One of you step forward."

One does, a tall slave with large rowing muscles and sunburned skin.

"You better flood the bitch, slave, ye hear?"

Euna saunters to him on all fours. She runs her hands along his belly and legs, then bites his filthy shawl and drags it down with her teeth. His grimy, unwashed cock springs out fully hard.

"Hmm," she says. "You can't relieve yourself like that. Let me help you, you poor thing."

"Did you now. We'll have to test that, won't we?" Bellamy looks to his men. "Which of you boys need to piss."

One pirate steps forward. He's a tall thug with arms thick with tattoos.

"Help the lady to a drink."

The sailor eagerly steps up to Euna and lets her do the work of unfastening his breeches. His cock springs out fully hard.

"Hah!" the captain says. "Can't piss like that, can you, man?"

"No, sir," the man replies with a grin.

Bellamy addresses Euna. "Looks like you'll have to help him out first."

Euna nuzzles the man's crotch just as she had the the other slave's. captain's. After tonguing his balls clean of sweat and stink, she sucks him off. With her skills, it doesn't take long before the man fires cum directly into her stomach.fills her mouth with cum. It takes her a while, but eventually he cums for her.

As he goes soft, she sits back on her haunches and aims the man's penis for him right at her mouth. His stream is seen clearly by all. She gulps again and again. Some spills over her chin. She hastily scoops out her breasts so the urine dribbles them instead of her bodice. Her hands massage the piss onto her tits, but more dribbles onto the deck. After he finishes, she licks the final tip off his dick and tugs his shawl back up for him, placing one intimate kiss right on his belly. The slavers watch on enviously.he tugs his breeches up and goes back with his mates, leaving Euna kneeling in a puddle of urine.

"Don't make a mess of my deck, girl." Bellamy points to the urine. "Lick it up."

Euna crouches low and laps at the puddle like a kitten lapping milk. The crew taunts her. Some groan in disgust. Euna's face burns red.

While she's finishing up, he turns to you. "What else went in those potions?"

The captain turns to you. "What else went into those potions?"

"Ah, spit. Yes." Bellamy faces his crew. "You hear that, men? They put spit in the tonic, so let's see if she's afraid of a little spit from strangers."

"Pick out some slaves and we'll see," she says.

"I pick them all. Men. Bring more up."

The men return from below deck with three chains of slaves taken from all over the realms—tall, short, light and dark.

The captain directs them to surround Euna. "Listen up, you wretches. Spit on this girl. Drown her in your slaver."

The slaves look about apprehensively.

"Do it or you'll miss your slop tonight."

But it's not until Euna gives the men a slight nod and upturns her face that they commence.

"...No," Euna replies quietly.

"Not at all," Euna replies cooly.

"Then gather round, men! All of you." The crew crowds around Euna, who kneels in the center of them. "All right. Drown this sorry slut."

Altogether, they begin spitting on her. In seconds, she's splattered with frothed saliva.

"Hmm," Euna rakes her fingers over her face as though savoring this. She opens her mouth and keeps it upturned. The men take the hint.

"Open that mouth, slut," someone yells. She obliges. It becomes their target.

The spitting goes on. Some lean so they can dribble it into her mouth. She swallows it down. The missed spit drip down her neck and soaks her bodice. It pools over her eyes.

Then one slavesailor gets creative. He pinches a nostril and snorts. What he spits on her lip is a thick wad of yellow sputum.

The men love this. "Everybody, let's fill her mouth."

"Don't swallow, slut, not until we say."

The slaves are unsure whether they've gone too far.The sailors wait to see her reaction. Then Euna snakes her tongue out and scoops the mucus into her mouth. She moans in delight. "Don't stop now, boys." And she opens her mouth wide for the men.She swallows and opens her mouth right back up.

The slavescrew take turns snorting and clearing their throat. They lean and hock mucus for her mouth. Soon, her upturned mouth fills.

"Swallow it, whore!" one yells.

The act of closing her mouth causes an overflow down her chin and onto her cleavage. Meanwhile, she swallowsstruggles to swallow the disgusting swill into her stomach.

Some sailors seem turned off by this. But Euna isn't done.

The men cheer when she shows her empty mouth.

"She actually swallowed it," yells a sailor.

"Make her rub it in!" yells another.

She shrugs off the straps of her bodice and smears the congealed sputum over her tits. Lumpy wads stretch over her flesh. Some slide back together. Her fingers have webs between them, which she licks clean. Euna moves up, coating her shoulder, and then her face. The slime coats unevenly.

This is too much for the slavers. Some sneer. Others moan in disgust. Euna keeps smearing and licking until most of the mess is either gone or dried on her skin.

"Satisfied?" she asks.

Even the captain seems a little off-put. He ushers the slaves aside. "Let's move this along, shall we? What else went in the potion?"

Bellamy smiles. "Is that so? Let's see about that." He nods to his men, and they swarm both of you. Euna screams.

Two men hold your arms, and another two hold Euna. The captain strolls up and lays a single finger upon her breast. "Look at that. It looks like I can lay a finger on her after all."

He tears open her bodice. Her tits spill out. He fondles them at his leisure. Next, he yanks down her skirt, exposing her, and he worms fingers into her snatch. Euna squirms.

"Are you liking this, lass? Good." He unfastens his breeches. His hairy cock springs out. "Because you're getting a hell of a lot more." He spears her cunt. She screams out.

You struggle against the men. Bellamy glances over in annoyance as he hammers her. "Take him under. Get some shackles on him."

As the men drag you below deck, you hear the captain ramble on while he rapes her. "After I'm satisfied, you're going to demonstrate for all my mates. Make sure we're good and happy." For hours you can hear them up on deck. Euna screams out in misery occasionally, but less so in time.

A slave's life, it turns out, is dull. You spend your time packed in with other men who care little to interact with you. The ship sets sail the next day. The slavers never do lock Euna up with the other female slaves, but over days, you hear news through the other slaver's gloating.

"I don't think that wench has had a single hour without a cock in her. Wonder when she'll sleep."

"You should try her ass," one would tell another. "It's tighter. And it doesn't pour cum like a river."

Sometimes they gloat to you. "You should have seen her. Danced naked on the table for the whole crew during mess. A lovely smile, hers. I can't wait to fuck that hole after the captain's done with her."

Gossip slows over weeks.

"She doesn't fight anymore. I think she likes it now."

"She spreads her legs for all of us. We don't have have to order her anymore."

Then comes the day that she visits you. She's wearing a gauzy silk slip like a noble's bride might wear to bed. Her hair is cut shorter, and she looks tired.

"Are you well?" she asks.

"Did you sneak down here?"

"No. They're letting me see you. But I don't have long. Tomorrow they're making port, and they're going to set you free."

"...but not you?"

"I'm going to stay with them. I've agreed to be their plaything in exchange for your freedom."

"For the rest of your life?"

"Or until they sell me."

"Euna, it's not worth it."

" I want you to be free. The land we're going to is strange, but it's not bad, they say."

"Euna—"

She shushes you. "I love you. I always will, but it's done."

"But—"

She kisses you, long and passionately. She guides your hands up her slip so you may fondle her one last time. Her cunt and ass drip with men's cum. And with that, she hurries off.

The next day, the slavers unlock you and guide you to the dock of a strange town. The captain is there to see you off. "Farewell, lad. Best of luck to you."

He's got his breeches about his ankles as he fucks Euna hard. She's nude, and splayed out on crates wrapped in a cargo net. Another slaver stands to the other side and rapes her throat. For her part, Euna couldn't be more enthusiastic. She's squeezing the captain to her with her legs while hugging the other slaver's waste. She's far too caught up to notice you leaving.

And that's your last image of her, as the fuck toy for an entire crew of brutal slavers. And she's loving it.

Then comes the day the ship makes port again. The slavers drag the lot of you out to be examined by a crowd of robed men in turbans. Some check your teeth and body. And then one man buys a bulk of slaves, including you.

When you're led off the boat later that day, you look back to see Euna one last time.

She's on the top deck, splayed out on crates wrapped in a cargo net. The captain is fucking her from behind while she sucks off another before her. Bellamy gives you a smug wave. Euna never notices you. She's too busy fucking, and she's acting like she's enjoying herself. Maybe she is.

Good for her. Because that is her lot in life now. You need to worry about yours.

"It does, actually," she says soberly. "Though it's not spiky like the rocks on their back. Their cocks form bumps and ridges, same with the backs of their hands."

"And how exactly do you know this?"

"It was in my studies. Back when the early explorers first came to the thrice-tenth kingdom, they used to hunt the oread. They'd take their cocks as trophies for their wives. Apparently their ridges and bumps make them quite pleasurable."

"...Women would use severed cocks for sex?"

"They'd have to file them down quite a bit, but yes. Even then I understand that they're only for women who enjoy a bit of pain. A wild oread cock is very rough, very textured."

"This is quite an odd thing for a nun to study."

She shrugs innocently. "It was in the books."

"But you read it?"

"Ignorance is a sin."

"Is that what you told yourself?"

She grins. "Maybe. I might have read that passage a few more times than I needed."

"As a toy? Hmm." She bites her lips as she contemplates. "You'd like to see that, wouldn't you?"

"Maybe I would."

"If I had one, I wouldn't say no. Though I think once it touches the lips of my womanhood, I might change my mind."

"Or you might not."

"Or I might not. Perhaps I'd ride it wildly, and rub the tender walls of my nethers raw. I guess we wouldn't know until I try."

"I hardly think so," she replies.

"No? Not even once for curiosity's sake?"

"No. Such practices are for more lascivious women than me. I would not engage in such a perversion."

"You should be ashamed of yourself for even asking such a question."

"Oh, quite well," she says. "It takes many men to bring the wild ones down. Their rock outcroppings are like spikes. A swing of their arm can tear your flesh apart. Even if the oread is filed down like the ones we just met, their skin is tough as stone. They have the strength of many men."

"It's no wonder they're guarding the pits then."

She nods. "The slaves could not hope to overpower them."

Her eyes widen. "You must be mad. Only a true masochist would even consider such a thing. I'd shred to pieces."

"Maybe oread like those we just met pumice their cocks."

"Perhaps, but their strength alone would make it a violent affair."

"I see."

You two walk on a bit.

"Is that something you'd want to see?" she asks. "Me with... a savage species."

You shrug. "I don't know. It might be fun."

"For you maybe."

"Yes," Euna says. "I've studied them. They're a wilding species. Jagged rock grows along their entire body. It never stops growing I understand. You can tell how old the wild ones are by how much rock they carry about, that's if you see them. When they stay perfectly still, it's nearly impossible to tell them apart from any other boulder. That's how they hunt."

She gestures back. "Those must have grown up among men. They'll regularly pumice their skin to retain their human form. I imagine it's a lot like shaving. An unkempt man grows a long beard. A wild oread becomes a craggy, shambling boulder.

"It doesn't grow over their entire body," she explains. "not under their arms or the back of their legs, or at any joint for that matter. The rock grows mostly from their flat or hard surfaces, like from their skulls, or their backs, or the tops of their forearms."

"Oh, so it grows in more like armor plating."

"Yes, but don't be fooled. If you saw a wild one, especially an older wild one. You'd hardly see the human inside of all the jagged rock. And yet they move just fine."

"They're one of the wild species," Euna says. "Until men came along, they were little more than beasts, sleeping out in the open like any other boulder. They didn't even have a concept of clothes until men took some in."

"Surely they had some kind of culture. They seem very human."

"Maybe some wilding species had a tribal culture, but the oread in particular were very much solitary beasts. If you encountered a wild one, don't expect it to talk with you. You'd have to run or fight as though it were any other natural beast."

"Do you?"

"Yes," Euna says, "but only if you make good on your promise. You will take us back to Ruthgar, yes?"

"If you actually have the jewel, then yes, I will return to that dreary little land you call home."

She exchanges a glance with you. After you nod, Euna takes out the jewel and shows it to him.

"Looks like it," Euna says. "What shall we do now?"

"Explore," you say, looking about.

To the south along the terrace is the beached vessel. It's been converted into a tavern which is thriving with activity.

The east would head down the terraces to the docks. It looks like there's a market by the wharf. It's alive with merchants and sailors going about business.

Farther west are the mountains from which you came.

You are at the highest terrace overlooking the slaver's cove.

However, you and Euna aren't walking around for more than a minute before someone calls out to you.

"Hey!" The two oread from before have spotted you from farther down the terraces, and hurry to catch up.

They seize your arms. "Damien wants to see you two."

"Very well," you say. "It seems we have no choice."

"That's right you don't."

Damien is in his usual spot in the Siren's Bounty—at a table, surrounded by his own men. They're in the middle of a dice game, and the oread make you wait until they're done.

The last roll is made. The game is over. They exchange words and take a communal drink. Afterward, it's as though Damien notices you for the first time.

"So the mouse and the lady returns. A week has passed, and yet here you are. I must assume you have the jewel, or are you overstaying your welcome?"

"We do have the jewel."

"We need more time. We could pay you."

"We need more time. How about if my lady here convinces you to give us more."

"Euna, would you earn us more time?"

"Pay me? You think this cove is for rent?" A few others chuckle.

"You could throw us in the pits instead," you say, "but you'd lose any chance of us getting that jewel for you."

"Hmm. A fair point. Very well. Two hundred rubles and I'll extend my invitation for another week. But don't dally."

You count out two hundred and leave it on the table. Afterward, you and Euna leave the Bounty."

"An expensive visitor's fee," Euna says.

"It is, but it's better than being enslaved."

"Yes. Let's not think about it anymore. We have another week to ourselves."

"I'd be happy to," Euna looks at Damien with a level gaze. "How about it? You know you want to."

"Oh, I know I do." He rises and holds out his hand. Euna takes it, and together they head out behind the tavern.

"What's this?" He asks.

"Yes. What?" Euna is equally dumbfounded. Both you, Damien, and all the sailors at the table watch her expectantly. They grin like lechers. Yet determination comes over Euna, and she nods. "Yes. I shall."

The pirates cheer. Damien rises and holds out his hand. "Then shall we adjourn to somewhere more private?"

Euna takes her hand. They stride away together like two ballrooom dancers approaching the floor. Her fingers stroke along your shoulder as she passes. They leave through a door leading behind the tavern.

With the emblem tucked safely under your shirt, you follow the steep mountain trail down to the cove. Euna clutches you for support. After coming up behind a row of wooden houses, you casually step out onto the boardwalk. Within moments, a gruff voice calls out.

Cautiously, you sneak down the mountain trail and come up behind some rowhouses. When no one is watching, you step around from behind the building and walk along the terrace as though you had somewhere to be.

"See?" you say to Euna. "You just have to act like you—"

"Hey you, soft skin. Stop where you are."

Two muscular brutes storm toward you. Both are dressed only in loose breeches and boots. Their dull gray skin has a rough pebbled texture, as though made of unhewn stone. If they stood still, one might mistake them for statues, though their craggy faces make them more like horned demons than humans.

The taller, smoother of the two grabs Euna.

"Hey!" she yells.

The more jagged one grabs you. His arm is like a rough granite boulder—nearly sharp enough to cut. His palm feels like a pumice stone. His face seems as though a sculptor never got around to chiseling away the excess rock. Two dark blue orbs glare at you from behind craggy eyebrows.

"Where did you come from?"

You feign offense. "What do you think you're doing? Unhand me now."

The one holding you snarls. Its sound like stones grinding together. "Show us your emblem."

"My emblem. Right." You feel around your clothes as though looking for one. They're not buying it.

"It seems I left it behind today," you say.

"Yeah, right." The men grab you and Euna by the back of your necks. She squeals. "We've got a couple of natives here. I thought you people knew better by now." One turns to the other. "What do you think we should do with them?"

The other grins. "Same as always."

The other chuckles.

"Hold on now," you say, but they don't listen. The rock men drag you down the terraces toward the slave pits.

"Wait, hold on!" Euna says. "We're not natives!"

They split you and Euna up. They shove her into a slave pit full of women. She screams and tumbles out of view. You never see her again, or learn of her fate, though it's almost certainly unpleasant.

They shove you into a different pit. Dozens of beaten men are sitting around you. Looking around, escape seems impossible. Even if you could climb the pit wall, guards patrol the rim. Your fate won't be much better.

Sighing, you dig it out from the lanyard about your neck and show it. The one holding you scrutinizes it in his rough hands. They exchange skeptical glances, but they do let you go.

"How did you get here?" The tall one asks.

"How do you think? On a ship."

"I see everyone that comes on and off those docks," the smoother one says. "I've never seen you before."

"If you missed me, that's your problem."

"Hmm." They both eye you. "Fine. Get out of here, but we've got our eyes on you."

You and Euna depart. You try not to look back, but you know they're still there watching.

"Oread..." Euna says. "I never thought I'd see one."

"Is that what those men were? Oread?"

"Anyway, it looks like we're in."

Damien and his men exchange looks. "What old man is this?"

"He lives in a shack on the beach. Skin like leather. Drinks. Smells like fish. Sings to himself, and answers the door with his rapier."

He stares at you a long while, then bursts out laughing. "You stole this emblem from Fransisco the Crocodile? You have more mettle than I thought. A little man like you must have taken it when he was away."

"No. He was there when I took it. We distracted him."

"You stole from under his nose? You have no idea how close to misery you danced, Mouse. Fransisco is the cruelest pirate I've ever known, and I know that old reptile hasn't lost his bite. He could dice an onion before it hit the ground. If he had caught you..."

"It was a calculated risk."

"Indeed it was." Damien stows his sword and motions to the others to take their seats. You and Euna sit back down. She's still white with fear.

"A pity you did not kill him," Damien adds. "You would have done us all a favor."

You find Damien and his crew near the back of the tavern. He and his men are mid dice game, but when you approach, he looks up and smiles. The other pirates eye Euna lecherously.

The wench nods behind you. "Damien? In the corner."

You glance. Three men are sitting at the indicated table with bone dice before them. The wench didn't indicate which was Damien, but it's obvious. He's the one seated with his back to the wall, so he can watch over the tavern. While most people here are dressed in simple sailor's breeches, he wears a rich, silk tunic as though he belonged in it.

"He's different than I would have expected," Euna says.

"What did you expect?" you ask

"I expected someone rougher, more savage, more cutthroat. He looks... well, like a noble."

"He dresses like a noble," you correct. "Don't expect him to be any less cutthroat. Are you ready?"

"I'm nervous, but yes. I think I'll let you do the talking."

The pirates' conversation lulls when you approach. The men look you and Euna over.

"What do you want?" one asks.

"My lady and I would like to join you."

The other men could not look more inhospitable as they scrutinize you, but the man who is most likely Damien has his eyes on Euna.

"Your lady? Well of course I'd lend a chair to a lady. Sit. Join us."

You fetch chairs.

"My name is Damien, and whom am I so fortunate to lay my eyes upon."

"My name is Lady Euna," she says.

"And what brings you to my table, Lady Euna?"

You speak. "She and I were in the market recently when we saw the most exquisite piece of jewelry, and we simply had to know where it was from. So we asked around, and we heard that it passed through your hands."

"Is that so? What piece was this?"

"You might remember it. It's a small silver piece about this big. It's of a hand, with a sapphire in the middle."

"As chance would have it, I do recall such a piece."

"Do you remember where you got it from?"

He winces in pretend concentration. "I believe I might. Though why does it matter?" He turns to her. "It's such an ordinary piece, wouldn't you say? You could have such greater treasure with which to adorn yourself."

"I knew someone once who had something like it," Euna says. "I thought maybe if I knew where it came from, I might track her down some day. I mean, it's not hers, but it would have come from the same place, and—"

You silence her by squeezing her hand. "There's no need to bore the man with details." To him. "Do you remember?"

"Yes, I do," he says, but he is not forthcoming. He appraises both of you before speaking again. "But you've come to my table uninvited, you interrupt my game, and now you're both lying to my face. I think I should have my men take you out back, teach you some manners, and then throw you both in the slave pits."

Damien's men grin. Euna blanches.

He smiles. "But what kind of monster would I be to break the heart of such a sweet, young lady? I'm torn. So why don't we leave it to chance?" He gestures to the dice. "We throw a hand. If you win, I'll tell you exactly where that broach came from. If I win, you both go to the pits."

"I can't say I'm fond of those stakes," you say.

"Tis the game. Care to play?"

He watches you with a cool smile. The men leer. Euna is petrified.

You drop your breeches and guide your hardening cock to her sex. She wraps her arms and legs about you as you spear into her again and again.

"Fuck me," she mutters. "Fuck me, just like everyone is going to fuck me." Euna throws back her head and arches her spine. "And for every cock I take, you're going to be there, watching from the shadows. I'm going to be the most rampant slut, and you're going to help me. You're going to find me mates to slake my thirst. Promise me that you will."

"Use me," she mutters. "Give me away. Treat me like your slut." Euna throws back her head and arches her spine. "Promise me," she moans. "Promise me you'll make me your whore. Give me away for others to use. Make use of my body in any way you want."

"I promise," you grunt. Her embrace becomes enough to bring you over the edge, and you fire your cum deep inside her and she rakes your back.

Finished, you pull out. She hops down and takes your cock in her mouth, sucking away all the cum. She refastens your breeches and corrects her clothes. Her transformation has reverted, and she's back to being a lady, even though cum is dripping from her snatch onto the boardwalk.

"Shall we keep moving?" you say.

"We shall."

After Euna makes herself decent, you both come around the building.

She groans with frustration. "Okay, but tonight..."

"...I'll be all over you."

"Good."

Euna makes herself proper, and you both come around to the front of the building.

The game can take up to five rounds. In each one, you make amateur moves, and the game is decided within three. The men all laugh. Damien leans back and grins.

"And here I thought you might have been a challenge," Damien says.

"It seems I'm not," you say. "What a pity." You glance at Euna. She's staring dumbfounded at the dice. Shocked, she looks at you. You give her a resigned look, but there's something in your eye she sees. It dawns on her what you've done.

The sultry Euna comes out. She bites her lip in nervous excitement, then turns to Damien.

"It seems I owe you something," she says.

"Indeed you do."

Damien rises and holds out his hand. Euna takes it, and together they stride away like two ballroom dancers approaching the floor. Her fingers stroke along your shoulder as she passes. They leave through a door leading behind the tavern.

Once again you put forth no actual strategy as you play, and the game is over within three rounds, the minimum.

"Maybe one day I'll tell you what you want to know," Damien says, "but that's not today. My lady? You will come with me."

"Of course," Euna takes his hand, and he guides her back behind the tavern.

You pull out the thimble. The crowd murmurs.

"In that?" The wench takes it.

"If you please could," Euna says.

Bemused, the wench takes the thimble. "There's isn't a chance in the world I could get it in this."

"Surely there is some way you can do it," Euna says."Then maybe there is some other way we could collect it?" Euna asks. "Please?"

"Just get on with it!" someone yells.

"Yeh! Enough dallying. Open the floodgates!"

The wench glances at the restless crowd. "I'll tell you what." She leans close and whispers in Euna's ear.

Whatever is said intrigues Euna. "That might just work."

The wench climbs up on the table and kneels before Euna. She bunches up her skirt to reveal herself from the waist down to her boots. The whole tavern can see her bare ass and thighs. The crowd perks up.

But they really start to holler when Euna peels off her bodice and reveals her breasts.

She scoots close and places a quick kiss upon the wench's trimmed mound to signal she's ready, and the wench strums herself as frantically as ever.

The crowd cheers, even if they don't quite know what they're seeing. However, to you, it's obvious. Euna is cupping her tits together just beneath the wench's cunt, and the thimble is sandwiched between them.

The wench drips runny girl-cream onto Euna's cleavage. When she cums, she moans like a whore, her ass flexes, and her pussy sprays Euna's breasts. Copious amounts of ejaculate run rivulets down her cleavage and collect in the thimble.

The wench finishes. The thimble overflows. Euna passes it to you to store.

Work is over. Euna plants a long and sensuous kiss upon the wench's pussy. "Thank you."

"My pleasure, honey." The wench straightens her skirt over her cum-drenched thighs and collects her underwear. She's soon back in the kitchen.

The pirates still linger about Euna. She waves and blows them a kiss. They cheer one last time and disperse. She dons her bodice over her slick breasts.

"Having fun with our chore?" you ask.

"The woman pointed out that the crowd needed a show or they would become unruly. Besides, it worked, didn't it? Now we have a needed bodily fluid."

The two of you eat the food that came with the performance. After dinner and conversation, the wench returns. She drapes an arm over her shoulder. "Enjoyed yourselves? I know I did."

"It was lovely." Euna leans her head against the wench.

"You two want anything else?"

Female Ejaculate added to inventory

The game takes five rounds, normally with betting between each round, but you and Damien simply go back and forth rolling the dice. Everyone watches intently as you each win two rounds.

The final round plays. You both roll.

And you win.

The tension breaks. Damien's men rock back in their chairs, groaning and chuckling. Euna releases her held breath.

Damien doesn't seem the least bit perturbed. "A good game. Alas, My Lady. It seems we are not fated to meet tonight."

"A shame," she replies, not entirely sarcastically.

Damien doesn't seem the least bit perturbed. "A good game. You have remarkable luck, little mouse."

"But we did win," Euna says. "We had a deal."

"Yes. So you want to know where I got that broach." he says. "I was in the oceans of a distant and dull land known as Ruthgar, when I took it from a sister of faith. Oh, but it was a strange religion. I can't quite recall what the name of it was. Nevin. Or Niver. It started with an 'N'."

"Nim?" Euna says.

"Why yes. I believe that was it. How curious that you should know that."

Euna quiets.

Damien laughs. "Don't fret, my lady. You did not reveal anything I didn't already know. I have never seen two people in the Siren's Bounty who so clearly did not belong. And no one else may place your accents, but I can. You're two lost souls looking for a way back home."

"We may be looking for passage," you admit. "Do you know of anyone headed that way?"

"The only captain I know who's ever seen that land is myself."

"Could you take us?" Euna asked.

"Hmm." He ponders this. "I have been considering traveling out there again. It's such a dreary land, filled with prudes, but some of my best pillaging happened there. Those seas are so free of competition. It makes the prey unsuspecting and innocent, and so rich a bounty." He smiles in reminiscence. "You know, I am overdue to see those lands again."

"So you will go?" Euna's eyes light. It doesn't occur to her how easy this was.

"Of course I will."

"Thank you, sir Damien." She's so relieved she looks on the verge of laughter.

"Oh. You misunderstand. I won't be taking you."

She freezes. The other men laugh. This was a turn in the conversation they expected. "But we had a deal? We won."

"Yes, you did win, and I told you where I got that brooch, as promised. And now that I have, you will both go to the slave pits."

"What? But, sir..." Euna stammers.

"Did you think you two could waltz into this cove uninvited and expect to get away with it? Did you think you could talk to me, a lord of the cove, and not expect me to see you two as impostors?"

"But we are not," you say, your voice calm. "Foreigners we may be, but I have earned my keep here just like everyone else."

"Have you now? I would remember admitting a mouse such as yourself into our ranks, yet I've never even seen you before. Are you such a mouse that you've escaped my notice until this day?"

"I am incredibly sneaky," you admit.

"You must be. Then you no doubt can prove your membership."

You take the emblem out from around your neck. He chuckles at the sight of it and holds out his hand. "Of course you can. Let me see that."

You hand it over.

"So." He turns it over in his hands. "Who did you steal this from?"

"No one," you say.

In a flash, Damien is on his feet. His sword is out and pointed at your chest. His men move around you, daggers in hand. Euna cowers close.

"You will not lie to me again, Mouse. This is an elder emblem. You not old, strong, or fierce enough to have it, which means you have plundered it from a man far greater than you. You will tell me who that is."

"I swear that I earned it. Just from different lord than you."

"I took it from an old man living on a beach not far from here."

"Stage is yours if you want it. I'll bring you drinks if you draw a crowd." The wench departs.

"Perform here? For this crowd?" Euna asks.

"Why not?"

She looks around. "They're a bawdy bunch, aren't they?"

"They like entertainment too, don't they? And unlike Cockaigne, these people might tip."

"I suppose we might try it once."

"That's the spirit."

"What should we do?" Euna asks.

"I can tell some tales while you play the Lyre."

"Very well then." You both climb onto stage. Euna begins plucking gentle music on her lyre while you launch into telling ribald stories, complimented with silly dances and acrobatics. At first, the pirates just play their games, but some give you their passing attention. One story in particular evokes laughs.

Three sisters bicker over a handsome man. Their father knows not what to do, but their uncle does. He takes them before the village to judge, and says that the one to marry the handsome man is the one who best answers this riddle. "Who was born first, you or your cunt?"

The oldest answers first. "By all the saints, I swear my cunt is older than I. It has a beard, and I do not."

The second answers. "I am older, by far, than my cunt. For I have teeth both sharp and long, and my cunt has not."

However, the youngest answers, "My cunt is younger and I'll tell you why. While I have weaned from the breast, my cunt gapes from thirst, and it needs to suck."

The village judge this this to be the best answer, and so the youngest marries handsome man.

A beautiful maiden has come of age, yet her parents, a noble couple, are prude beyond compare. Never once do they tell the girl of what hangs between a man's legs. Every time she asks, they chide her to never speak of it again, and so she remains as innocent as a doe.

One day when the nobles are away, a con man happens by who has heard of her parents' chiding. Poking out between his legs is a rod stiff and ready.

"What is that?" the girl asks.

"It is my squirrel," he replies. "You may pet him if you wish."

"I've never seen such an animal. He is warm to the touch."

"Because he has just come free from his niche in search for nuts to eat."

"A shame that is," the girl replies. "For I've only just eaten a bowl of nuts yesterday. And I would see him nibbling them from my fingertips."

"Fear not, fair lady, for he can still get at those nuts. Through your cunt and into your tummy, if you may."

"I would not starve such a beast." And so the man lays her on the back, gives her a kiss, and sends the squirrel to find its nuts. Deep it ruts and scurries about. The maiden finds this quite to her liking, "Oh my. Search deep little friend. Deeper and harder, you have my blessing to eat your fill."

And eat its fill it does. So bloated its belly becomes that it vomits its meal, leaves a mess trickling down her thighs.

That is the nobles' folly. For in guarding their daughter's mind from sin, they raised a virtuous maiden who feeds every dear rodent she can.

A trickster has a magic ring which when worn makes one's manhood swell. He happens to lose this ring one day by the river, where perchance a count should find it for himself. He places the ring upon his finger and got back upon his horse.

Though as he rides, he grows quite concerned. His member had swollen quite large, until the seams of his breeches burst. It grows and grows, much to his shame, until it drags on the floor even as he walks. He sends out messengers to every corner of the land for one who might bring his cock back to size. The trickster hears of this, and knows this to be the work of his lost ring. He comes and promises a cure for the count. His price is only those two rings upon the counts finger, and a thousand rubles.

The count gladly agrees, and no sooner are the rings off his fingers does he find himself disencumbered. Both men walk away gleeful at what a profitable exchange that was.

A bear ventures from the woods and sees a peasant woman working her field. "I've never fought a woman before," he thinks. "I wonder if they're stronger than a man." And so he approaches and challenges her to a fight.

"But what if you rend me open," the woman asks.

"If I should, I'll give you all my honey."

She agrees, and the fight begins. The bear grabs her and tosses her. When she falls on her back, she spreads her legs wide and lifts her frock. "Look, bear, you've split me open."

The bear sees the slit between her legs. "By the lords. What have I done?" He takes hold of the woman's vulva and tries as he might to work her lips back together. All his fussing has an effect on the woman. In the heights of her pleasure, she lets out a fart. The bear startles and sees that he has torn yet another small rent just below the first. In a panic, he retreats into the woods, never to fight a woman again.

Once you're done, a few coins have been tossed on the stage. You and Euna count your earnings.

"That was thoroughly delightful," she says. "I think I'd be perfectly happy being a minstrel for the rest of my days."

"Her?" The wench asks.

"Me?" Euna adds. "As in on me?"

"Yes," you reply. "Let this woman spray her honey all over you. We'd all like to see that."

Euna looks around. The pirates are all grins.

The wench eyes appraisingly. "I'll do it," she says. "If she's up for it."

"I... very well," Euna replies. "I will. What do I do?"

"Yes," you reply. "Why not?"

"Hmm." Euna eyes the wench appraisingly, then peers around at the tavern. "Before this audience?" Enticed, she bites her lips. "Very well. Let's do this."

"Why not?" Euna replies. "Let's give the crowd another show, shall we?"

"It'd be my pleasure," the wench replies.

"Again?" Euna glances furtively about at the tavern. "Very well."

"It'd be my pleasure," the wench replies.

The pirates cheer.

"Lie on the table, why don't you?" the wench says. Euna does so. You twist the table so her lower half points toward her captive audience. Euna instinctively clasps her legs together, but when you gently push them apart, she relents, giving the tavern a good view up her skirt. Her audience hoots and hollers. Euna's cheeks burn.After a thought, she spins herself around so her bottom half points toward her captive audience. With her legs parted, she flaps her skirt at them as though waving hello, thus giving the tavern a wonderful glimpse underneath. They respond with appreciative hoots and hollers.

The wench climbs onto the table and squats over Euna's head. With her frock about her waist, she strums her snatch. The crowd cheers her on.

"Open the gates!"

"Drown her!"

"Give it to her!"

Soon, the wench shudders and gasps. Her sex drips on Euna's face, and that's when Euna cranes and sticks her tongue into the wench's pussy. The audience loves this. So does the wench. She lets Euna take over while she paws her own breasts. It doesn't take long before she reaches orgasm.

Creamy girl cum sprays directly into Euna's open mouth. After several squirts, she lies back and lets the rest deluge her face and cleavage. By the time the wench is done, Euna is drenched.

Soon, the wench shudders and gasps. Her sex drips, and then comes her orgasm. Creamy girl cum sprays all over Euna's face. Euna shuts her eyes. It soaks into her hair and splatters her cleavage. By the time the wench is done, Euna's face is drenched.

The wench climbs off. Euna gets up and wipes her eyes clear. She gives a coy wave to the pirates and licks her fingers clean of cum. The audience goes wild.

Afterward, Euna sits at the table. Her face and cleavage glisten, and her hair is damp. The scent of pussy emanates from her.

She goes to wipe herself clean.

"No," you say.

"No?"

"Don't wipe away your whitecapping. I paid good money for it."

"As you wish."

"Not going to clean up?" you ask.

"After we just paid to have me whitecapped? I'll let it dry."

"You're really going to leave it?"

"You're the one who wanted this," she replies. "Now you'll just have to deal with the scent of another woman on me. Ah, here comes the food."

The wench returns and sets the plate of food between you two. As usual, she bends over scandalously to place it.

"You want the whitecap supper?" The wench asks louder than necessary. The tavern quiets. "For the both of you?"

"Yes," you reply.

"Good choice. it is a romantic dish."

Many surrounding people chuckle. You and Euna exchange glances.

Minutes later, the wench brings a plate of food and sets it on the tables edge between both of you. It's just sliced meat and mash, yet a crowd of pirates close in to watch. Their expressions range from lustful hunger to child-like wonder.

She reaches under her frock, pulls her underwear down to her ankles, and steps one foot out of them.

"...Wait," Euna says.

The wench hikes her dress up about her waist and sets a knee upon the table. Her bared pussy hovers above your plate of food. She's already damp. Her lips are flowered.

"Stop!" Euna yells.

"What are doing?" Euna asks.

The wench begins to frig herself as frantically as possible. The pirates cheer and yell.

"Beat that cunt, girl!"

"Drown it!"

"Open the floodgates!"

"Stop this immediately!"

That last voice is Euna, though no one notices her. She gives up and covers her face in her hands.

The men's cheering builds right alongside the wench's impending orgasm. A thin, creamy liquid begins dripping onto your food. A few drops at first, but then comes her climax. She quakes and moans, and ejaculate sprays from her quim. The flow grows until a prodigious amount of the milky liquid douses your food, and the plate, and the table, and her thighs. Her strumming fingers cause her to spray like a breaking wave. The cheering in the tavern is at a pitch.

And she comes down. Her fingers slow, and the spraying becomes a drip. She sucks her fingers clean and slides the plate before you two. "Enjoy your dinner."

This causes one final cheer from everyone. Pirates return to their seats. The wench pulls her underwear back and departs.

"That's quite a talent she has," you say.

"Oh my Lord..." Euna's face is burning red.

"Quite a shocking thing to do to food," Euna replies.

"I'll pass." Her lip curls, "But go right ahead, if you must. Just don't expect me to share."

"One whitecap dinner," the wench says. "It'll be my pleasure."

She leaves and returns minutes later with a plate of food. Like before, she shimmies out of her underwear and sets one knee on the table. Also like before, the entire tavern has gathered to watch.

Her quim is already worked up. It glistens with wetness, and its lips are flowered outward, as though she got herself ready in the back.

The wench begins strumming her quim frantically. Small quakes rock her body.

"Wring it dry, bitch!" the crowd yells.

"Drown it!"

"Work those fingers!"

The wench moans. Her pussy drips girl cream onto your food. When her climax hits, her snatch explodes with creamy cum. Everyone cheers. A torrent sprays all over and around the food. By the time she's done, it speckles the table and runs rivers down her thighs.

She pulls up her underwear and wipes her fingers on her bodice.

Then, she serves you, making sure to bend low to place the food before you two, thus giving you both a generous view of her cleavage. "Enjoy your dinner," she says with a wink.

"Do you want to eat?"

"Of course not. That was revolting. I'd like it removed from the table."

"Oh very well." You raise the plate. "Anyone want this?"

A dozen pirates clamber for it. It's gone in a second.

"It seems like a popular dish," you say.

"In this place, I'm sure. Frankly, I'm concerned about eating at this tavern at all now. We're certainly not ordering that again."

"No thank you," she says. "But please, by all means, enjoy your dinner drenched in vaginal secretions. I'm sure it must complete the culinary bouquet."

"Thank you. I'm sure it does."

It doesn't.

The secretions add a salty flavor to the dish, which would best be enjoyed in an erotic atmosphere, and sitting across from Euna while she sneers is not such an atmosphere.

"I... I suppose I can try it." She pokes at the food with a fork. "Everyone says you should try new things."

"Of course," you say. "It cultures you. If we should ever return home, and a boyar's wife tells you about the fabulous curried oysters she had in the Nebenor Isles..."

"...I can tell her about the roast I ate which a common trollop ejaculated over." She tries a bite. "Hmm. Odd flavor." She tries another. This time she dips the bite of meat in a puddle of ejaculate before eating it.

"Of course I do," Euna says. "It's the tavern's signature dish. I'd be remiss not to." She takes a piece of meat, dabs it in a puddle of ejaculate, and eats it.

"What do you think?" you ask.

"Salty. Fishy. I'm not sure it adds much to the taste, but then this tavern doesn't have much taste to begin with. One comes here for the raunch, much like why one would enjoy this dish. It's raunchy." She goes in for another bite. Again she dabs the food in a puddle of girl cream. "I think I like it."

Between both of you, you clean the plate.

The wench returns later. She behaves as though nothing untoward had happened at all. "Want anything else?"

"And the Lady and the Mouse returns," he says. "Have you decided to try your luck?"

"And the Lady and the Mouse returns," he says. "I'll play you again if you'd like. Same stakes." He addresses Euna, "Don't worry, My Lady. I'll win again."

"A shame," Damien says. "It would have been most interesting. If you're not going to entertain, then it's time for you to leave. Scurry off."

You and Euna hastily depart.

Back by the bar, Euna faces you. "It's infuriating how no one will simply tell us anything."

"It is, isn't it. Maybe we should play his game."

"With so much to risk?" she asks. "Is it worth it?"

"If we want to get home, it is," you reply.

"I wish there was another way..."

"Will she now?" He looks to her.

Euna hesitates for only a moment before nodding. "I shall."

The other men chuckle lewdly. Damien silences them with a gesture. "Perhaps you are not quite a lady after all," he replies. "Or perhaps you are just the kind of lady I prefer." He considers. "I think I would like to know just how sweet a lady you are. I'll accept the offer."

You march up to Damien. He and his fellow mates look up.

"You gave us your word that you would send us back home if we got you that jewel, right?" you say.

He smiles patiently. "As I said, yes. I would make another trip to that dreary little land you call home."

"No tricks?" Euna says. "You'll take us? You'll let us off the boat once we get there."

"I give you my word, Lady Euna. If you actually got me that jewel, it would be my honor to take you two home."

You and Euna exchange glances. After a nod, Euna takes out the jewel and shows it to him.

The game is a variation of Dragon's Raffle—a game you used to play back home. It relies on skill and deft hands, and you quite neatly made a living playing it as a young lad. You'd developed a knack of making sure the dice landed the way you wanted. Most would call it cheating... and it is, but you've never been caught yet. If you play your best, this game is easily yours.

...If you play your best.

Play your best.

Play poorly.

Lose again.

"I warned you not to lie to me again, Thief." Damien comes around the table at you swiftly. You try to dodge, but his men push you back. You're face to face with him, and he spares no time in slashing his sword across your throat. As you crumble, Euna screams. Men pull her away.

The world fades to nothing.

Befuddled, he blinks, then he bursts out laughing. "My my! That's a nice looking treasure you have there." He holds out his hand.

"No," you say. "You can have it once we see the shores of Ruthgar."

"Ah, I see. Then tell me, little man. If you don't let me see it, how can I be sure it's real?"

"And if we give it to you, how can I be sure you won't just throw us in the slave pits?" you reply.

"I gave you my word as a lord of this cove. Don't you trust me?"

"I've known too many pirates."

"Then let me put it this way," Damien signals. Several people from nearby tables stand as one. You're surrounded. "Everyone in this tavern will do as I say," Damien says. "One way or another, you will hand that jewel over to me. If you don't play nice, I don't see why I should even consider holding up my end of the bargain."

The men gather close. There's no way to escape them.

"Oh! Enough of this!" Euna concentrates on the jewel. After a pause, there comes a distant rumble.

The men back away.

Damien stands. "What have you done?"

"I'm proving to you that it's the real thing," she says. "The leviathan will be in the cove soon. Why don't you come out and see?"

Damien signals again. A dozen hands grab Euna. Someone wrenches the jewel away. It finds its way to Damien's hand. Wild eyed, he clutches it, concentrating hard. From somewhere outside, a roar sounds. "Damn it, you bitch! That thing will destroy us all."

"Yes, it will," Euna says calmly. "I've told it to do just that unless I tell it otherwise. And it's not far. So, unless you think you can figure out how to work the jewel in a scant few minutes, I suggest you hand it back to me."

Damien glares at her. He concentrates hard on the jewel, trying his best to exert his will over it. Though as a man, he will not make any progress.

Outside, people yell. Another distant roar, much closer this time. The ground rumbles. Several in the tavern draw their weapons as if that might somehow help them. Euna watches Damien contentedly.

Quite suddenly, his expression lightens. He bursts out laughing. Waving to his men, he has them let you both go, and he tosses the jewel back to Euna. "Well played, dear lady. You have made your point. Tomorrow morning we will set sail. Now if you'll kindly call it off."

After concentrating, Euna nods. Outside, people keep yelling, but there are no more roars.

"Is it gone?" he asks.

"Come see for yourself." Euna takes your hand and heads toward the tavern door. All follow.

Outside, the cove is in disarray. People down by the docks race to get to higher ground. Those on the upper terrace have stopped to gawk at the mouth of the cove. There, half-surfaced, is the leviathan. It's gigantic, torpedo-shaped body floats sideways, blocking the mouth. It's translucent tentacles float freely on the water surface inside the cove, reaching nearly to the docks. Occasionally, one will lash out, arc dozens of feet in the air, and splash mightily back in the water. The beast would have no trouble reaching even the farthest reaches of the pirate cove.

The beast rotates about, surfacing one gigantic eye in its flank. It seems to look across the cove to where Euna stands outside the Siren's Bounty.

"It is not gone," Euna says to Damien. "And it will accompany us on our trip back to Ruthgar. I will tolerate no more foul play, is that understood?"

"Perfectly, my Lady."

After the cove settles down, you and Euna return to the Siren's Bounty, where you both sit with Damien. Today, you two are the center of attention for all the pirates and merchants there. The drinks run free for you and Euna. Damien insists on hearing about the heist, and so you and Euna tell the story together. Everyone hinges on the details, especially the lurid ones.

Afterward, it's a party. Euna sits upon the bar with her lyre. Men surround her. She sings along with their shanties. Many throw their arms around her as they sing. Some have their hands upon her thighs. She hardly notices. For tonight, you two are the guests of honor, and you both fit right in as though you've always belonged with the pirates.

Though it does get late. Though this party will go on all night, Euna does catch up to you eventually.

"I would like to go to sleep." Her words slur. "I am quite drunk."

Despite pressure from all the pirates for her to stay, you both say your goodbyes and head out. Together, you stagger from the cove and head back through the mountains toward the altar.

Return to camp for the last time.

You reach beneath the wench's frock and give her bare ass a good squeeze.

Euna whaps you. Hard. "You will stop that this instant, you lech."

The surrounding pirates burst into gales of laughter. Even the wench chuckles. After she's gone, Euna has you fixed with a seething glare. But as you two eat, she settles down.

"You are a fool without shame," Her tone is hard, but not icy.

"Not true," you reply. "I'm a gentleman. The guards used to put me in stockades back home so the public could see an example of proper breeding."

She huffs. "You're hopeless."

Euna glares at you. After the woman leaves, she speaks. "Must you manhandle the poor woman?"

"Must? No. But it seems to be part of the service here."

"Doesn't mean you should partake. Control yourself."

The wench lingers and casts you a sly smile.

Euna rolls her eyes. After the wench is gone, she speaks. "You know, most women would not tolerate that sort of behavior in their man."

"It's a good thing you're not most women."

The wench wiggles her butt a little.

Euna sees this, yet she seems utterly undisturbed by it.

"Quite welcome." She leans to set dinnerware for you and Euna.

Euna averts her eyes from the view she has down the woman's cleavage.

Over a peaceful supper, you both clean the plate. The wench comes back around to clean the table. "Anything else you want?"

You enter the Siren's Bounty to find it just as busy as before. Pirates drink and dice. Busty wenches sit upon laps like trophies.

The same woman is serving the tables. The men cop feels under her skirt as she waits tables.

Damien is across the tavern at his usual table. He and his fellow pirates sit around drinks and a forgotten dice game as they talk and laugh. Approaching him now would be dangerous. He was quite clear that he was done with you, and that you should come back another day.

You enter the Siren's Bounty to find a large single room crowded with sailors at tables drinking, singing, or gambling at dice games. It smells as though the bar has been pickled in sweat and leftover beer, and the baseboards of the original ship are barely visible beneath layers of dirt and grime. At the aft section of the ship is a raised stage, though no one uses it.

The men are heavily-built. A few hold women in their laps who watch the others play games. Their boyfriends pull them in for good luck kisses, or to squeeze their breasts, or rest their hands on their thigh.

Only one woman is not fixed to a man, and that's the wench serving drinks. She navigates the tables while holding impressive numbers of steins. Hands surreptitiously dart out to pinch or slap her bottom, which she ignores. When she stops to take orders, some slip their hand up her knee-length skirt and fondle her, which she doesn't stop.

"A raucous bunch, aren't they?" Euna says. Many men eye her. She clutches close. "Let's sit in the corner. Out of the way."

You sit at a table. The wench is passing out drinks at another. One bold man behind her lifts her skirt and strokes her slit through her underwear. She must first serve the drinks before she can bat his hand away, but then she merely rolls her eyes and keeps working.

At another table, she bends to collect steins from an unruly bunch. One man reaches his hand down her low cut bodice while she cleans the table. Her breast pops out, and with her hands full, she must walk all the way back to the bar before slipping her tit back into her bodice. The tavern hoots and hollers. She smiles as though boys will be boys and continues on her endless work.

"I wonder how she puts up with it?" Euna asks.

"Different world," you reply.

Eventually, the wench comes to you. She rests her elbows on the table and bends low to converse with both of you. Her tits are nearly spilling from her bodice. "Haven't seen your lot before. Ales and beers are a coin each. The cook has a roast on the spit and mash in the pot, two rubles gets a plate for the both of you. Or twenty for a whitecapped plate. So what're you having?"

"Be right up." She hurries off and returns minutes later with a plate bearing slices of roasted meat and a heap of some mashed root vegetable. She bends low to place your plate before you.

You excuse yourself once again from the table. After an appropriate delay at the bar, you sneak outside and around to spy from the same vantage point.

Damien has Euna bent over the same barrels as before. Her skirt is about her waist, and he's behind her, gripping her shoulders in order to yank her down upon his shaft. There is no intimacy or compassion. Her body is his tool and nothing more.

"You just needed to come back, huh?" he grunts. "You needed my cock again so you got your little boy to bring you back. You're nothing but a slut. A wench. A hole for men to drain their balls."

He stops talking and focuses on hammering her. In a few short moments, he grunts and pounds her with a few particularly fierce thrusts. After filling her, he settles against her a moment before pulling away and fastening up his breeches. "Have your boy bring you back another day. You'll need my cock again soon enough." "I'll see you next week. Come back sooner if you need my cock before then."

You circle back around and get to the bar moments before Damien returns to the tavern. Once again, it's one of his men that inform you that Damien is through with your woman.

When you go back, Euna is seated on the terrace floor against the barrel. Her legs are spread, and she's wiping herself clean as best she can without a rag. She resorts to licking her fingers clean. Surprisingly, it seems the hole Damien had violated had been her asshole the whole time. It's red and enflamed from penetration without any preamble or lubrication.

"One of these days," you say, "I might actually win that game."

"You do seem to be quite the poor player. You're lucky I'm so willing to pay your debts." She stands, winces, straightens her clothes, and plants a quick kiss upon your lips. "We'll have to try again another day. Shall we get moving?"

"Another week," she says. "Shall we make the best use of the time?"

"Maybe. Or maybe we'll squander it," you reply. "Only to do this again next week."

"That's up to you. My body is yours to barter with however you decide. Shall we get moving?"

"You should count your blessings that I'm content to pay the visitor's fee then. Let's get moving."

After she's ready, you and Euna come around front.

You stand before the beached vessel in the docks. It's been converted into a tavern, with a door install in its hull leading inside. A sign above the door portrays a beautiful woman resting upon rocks. Draped seaweed covers her intimates. Faded words beneath it say, "The Siren's Bounty." Raucous noise comes from inside.

To the north is the highest terrace from where you started.

You're before The Siren's Bounty. Raucous noise comes from inside.

Enter the Siren's Bounty.

Enter the Siren's Bounty.

"You're welcome to perform," the wench says, "but any pay you get will be through tips. And if you're shit, I won't stop the pirates from dragging you off the stage."

You find a seat.

The wench comes and kneels intimately close to both of you. "You know what we've got. Ales and beers, food is whatever it is, and a whitecapped plate is twenty rubles. What are you two sweethearts having?"

"It's our roast plate, but I put in a little something extra."

"And what's that?"

She grins and winks. "Order it and find out."

A sly grin comes over her. "Maybe. That depends on how much of a tip you leave."

Euna glares at you. "You will not tip her anything."

The wench chuckles. She looks Euna over, and seems to like what she sees. "Maybe you're a tipper."

"No. No tips."

"Watch yourself," Euna warns.

The wench looks Euna over. She grins as though coming to some opinion, but says nothing.

"I don't think that's how tips are meant to work," Euna says.

The wench looks Euna over. "They do in this tavern. For you, it wouldn't take much of a tip at all."

Euna's cheeks redden. "I... I'm flattered."

"And what would a generous tip get us?" Euna asks.

The wench looks her up and down. "You'll have to find that out for yourself."

He taps the emblem in his hands. "I have a proposal for you, Mouse. Let's see how stealthy you really are. There's a sorceress not far from the cove. She lives in a keep on top of a mountain. Perhaps you've seen it.

"I may have."

"Her name is Samirah. She has an amulet which she keeps at the top of her tower which I have always found fascinating. It controls a rather fearsome leviathan which lives about these shores. The cove has an agreement with her, and so she prevents the beast from bothering our boats, but I have never been fond of this agreement. It has always been on her terms."

He looks at you. "If you're such a quiet little mouse, then you could creep into her home and take the amulet. If you bring it to me, then I will take you and your lady with me on a trip to the dreary land of Ruthgar and deliver you safely to its shore."

"I have your word?"

"If you actually bring me that amulet, yes. You have my word as a gentleman and as a lord of this cove."

"That easy? All I have to do is steal from a sorceress."

"She is more vile than any who has ever lived," Damien says, "but that should be no worry for someone who stole from the Crocodile."

"Very well," you say. "We have deal."

"Good." Damien tucks the emblem into his shirt pocket. "I'll hold on to this. You have not earned it."

"How are we supposed to come and go without it?"

"You may remain in my cove as a guest, not as a member of this cove. I'll let the oread know you're welcome for a week. No more. After that, to the pits with you."

"And if we need more time?"

"Then don't step foot here until you have what you promised."

"Very well." You rise and bid them farewell.

Pirate Cove Emblem removed from inventory

Outside the tavern, Euna turns to you. "Do you think he would actually take us home?"

"I don't know."

"He gave his word as a gentleman and a lord."

"He's not much of a gentleman," you say, "and what kind of oath does a pirate lord make? He might, though, if we actually brought him that amulet, but they don't think I can do it."

"Do you think you can?"

"We'll see. But tonight, we should get home."

"Agreed."

The two of you return to the altar.

Return to camp.

You're alone now with Damien's two cohorts. It's awkward to say the least.

"I'm going to wait at the bar," you say.

They grunt an affirmation, and you head to the bar. You're there for only a minute when the men turn their attention back to their own conversation, and so you slip out the front. Quickly, you dash around the side. In the dark, you find a vantage point to peek around the corner.

Damien has Euna bent over a barrel, and he's rutting her roughly from behind. From the look upon his face, it's as though he's punishing her. Euna has her eyes closed and she's biting her lower lip. It's hard to tell if she's enjoying this, or if she's just getting it over with.

Damien thrusts into her and holds. His body quivers.

When he pulls out, Euna starts to get up.

"Stay down," he barks. "I'm not done."

With a frightful look, Euna remains bent over the barrel with her skirt bunched around her waist. Damien takes out a smoking pipe, leans against the tavern, and smokes. His softening cock is still visible.

Euna opens her eyes. She's looking about, unsure what to do with herself. When her gaze is in your direction and Damien is occupied with his pipe, you shift. Not much, but it's enough to catch her eye.

She squints into the dark. When she makes you out, her face lights. With her eyes on you, she pulls her breasts from her bodice and rubs them sensually. She gyrates her crotch against the barrel and moans.

Damien notices her. "You want more?" Dashing his pipe empty, he situates behind her, rubs himself to get hard. He thrusts into her, and Euna moans in pleasure.

But he only thrusts a few times before pausing. "Let's see how sweet your rose is." He orients his cock against her ass and pushes. Euna wails both in pain and ecstasy as she pushes back against him. After a few slow strokes, he's thrusting into her with as much vigor as before.

Euna is bent over a barrel in a back alley as a pirate sodomizes her, and she is beside herself with pleasure. She moans and fondles her breasts as her entire frame rocks.

Damien only grows more fierce. "I should have known you'd prefer your shit hole," he says. "You may be a lady in there but inside you're just a slut, a cheap, dirty slut. You need your holes to be used, don't you? You need cock to pound you into submission."

"You may be a lady in there but inside you're just a slut," he says, "a cheap, dirty slut. You need to be used, don't you? You need cock to pound you into submission."

Euna's moans grow shrill.

Damien grunts and thrusts harder. "This is how you need to be treated. You crave this. You're just a piece of flesh for men to use. That's all you're good for. Just a slutty, obedient..." He trails off as he cums inside her. Euna cries out in orgasm. Her body quakes.

He catches his breath before pulling out, then wipes his cock on Euna's skirt. Euna is left gasping.

"I'll go tell your boy that I'm done with you." Damien tucks his cock into his pants.

That's your cue. You race around the tavern and into the front. You're at the bar when Damien steps in. He's back to being a gentleman now, who sits among his fellow pirates. When he spots you at the bar, he has one of his men approach.

"Your lady is out back," the large sailor says. "Damien says you can try your luck another night, and your lady can show him her sweetness again." He grins at you lecherously before returning to Damien's table.

Out back, Euna is sitting on the barrel now. Her skirt is still about her waist so her bare ass is against the wood. When you close, she snags you and pulls you in for a deep kiss.

"Oh heavens, that was amazing."

"You enjoyed that, did you?"

"Oh, yes. I think that was the most powerful orgasm I've ever had."

"It didn't look like you were having fun at first."

"He certainly was demanding, wasn't he? But when I saw you there and knew you were watching, it's as though something inside of me awakened. I just fucked another man in front of you. It was filthy, and loveless, and absolutely carnal."

"I know. I enjoyed the show."

She kisses you again. "Thank you."

"For offering you as a wager?"

"For helping me learn what I really am. Damien was right. I've always been a lady, but deep down I know now that I'm a slut, a whoring tramp who craves cock. I'm no longer going to concern myself with stuffy decency. I'm going to fuck whomever I desire, whenever I want. And you, my dear fool, have helped me to reach this point."

"You're welcome."

She spreads her legs, revealing her bald slit. furry snatch. Cum leaks from both her holes. "And now, I desire you. So fuck me like the trashy slut that I am."

"No, I was, but when I saw you there and knew that you were watching, that you wanted that man to use my body. And oh my lord, it's like something inside me awakened." She kisses you again. "Thank you."

"You know I enjoyed the show."

"No. Thank you for showing me what I really am. Damien was right. I've always been a lady, but deep down I know now that I'm a slut. I need sex. I need to be used. And you, my dear fool, have helped me to realize that."

"You're welcome."

She spreads her legs, revealing her bald slit. furry snatch. Cum leaks from both her holes. "Care to use me?"

"Sure"

"We should keep moving."

You head east along the mountain ridge toward the flagpole. Several times, the path dead ends against rock walls or sheer drops, and you double back. Eventually you find a path through.

A cove comes into view. Wood buildings circle about it on layered terraces. A harbor stretches along its rim. Boats of all different builds are docked, and hundreds of people walk about, loading and unloading supplies from vessels.

The flagpole you saw from a distance is not a flagpole, but the mast of a massive galley beached upon the highest terrace of the cove. It's unclear how it got up there, but scaffolding is built around it, and windows and doors have been installed right into its hull. From the raucous laughter and music coming from within, it's now a tavern.

This cove seems like somewhere you might find passage off these lands.

...but then you spot the slave ring. It's nearly front and center in the cove. Cell pits hold huddled masses of people. And large, bald men patrol its perimeter. Their skin looks odd from here, almost gray.

Many people coming and going from the boats are bound in chains.

"Slavers?" Euna asks.

You nod. "Looks like they've got a good place here." You point out the mountain ridge shielding the cove from the sea. "I bet you can't see any of this from the ocean."

"Hmm." She frowns. "Of course the only boats we find on this land belong to them."

You walk through the twisting mountain paths and return to the slaver's cove. It's bustling with activity like before.

"What do you think?" Euna asks.

"We have this emblem," you say. "We should be able to get in."

"I'm still not sure it's safe."

"Nah. We'll be fine. Just let me do the talking."

"I think we should turn around," she replies, "but if you want to go. I'll follow."

Walk down.

"We might be able to sneak in," you say.

"They'd just throw us in the pits."

"Maybe not. If we get down there, we might be able to blend in."

"I think it would be exceedingly idiotic, but I'll follow you."

Sneak down.

You're on the slopes overlooking the pirate cove.

Enter.

"I'm sure you'd love it if I did that," she says. "Fill myself up, stretch my flower to its very limit. Loosening it. Challenging myself to take bigger and bigger objects inside myself."

"Maybe," you reply. "What do you want?"

Euna looks around at the daywithers. When she looks back, there's a gleam in her eye. "As long as we pick a small one."

"Then how about this one?" You point out a solitary one about the size and shape of an ordinary cock.

"It's so... average," she says. "But I suppose looks are deceiving with these." Euna unties her skirt and drops it aside, leaving her in only her bodice and boots. Squatting, she presses her vagina to the tip of the daywither and rocks herself so its head rubs along her slit. She's already wet. The mushroom is in her shadow, and already growing slightly like a cock, aroused as she is.

Her expression turns serious. "Could I hurt myself doing this?"

"No. It'll expand as much as it can, but it won't break skin. It's why the Warped Ones love these."

"Okay then." She plunges herself down until her snatch touches the rocky ground. "Ooh, oh my." She clutches her belly. "It's growing now. Quickly. It's... hmm"

She grinds herself against the earth. "It's excited now, isn't it?"

You kneel close to observe. It's growth causes her to lift a little from the earth. Her pussy lips are stretching as the fungi expands inside her. Vaginal juice, tainted blue with the mushroom's syrup, ooze from her lips and onto the ground.

Moaning, Euna bites her lips. "Oh. Ow. It's getting tight in there. It's bottomed out. Oh, but this feels so nice."

Leaning back, she braces herself on her arms and pushes herself up a little. The stalk is as thick as your forearm. Her taut lips hug the base. She sinks back down. And up. She rides the cock erected from the earth.

Until it snaps off.

"Oops." She stands. The daywither oozes out of her. It's saturated in its slime and her secretions. She catches it once it pops out. The length and girth are that of your forearm, minus your hand, but already it's shrinking back down to its daytime size.

Euna feels between her legs. Among the slimy mess, her lips gape. Four of her fingers slide inside herself easily. "I think I like these." She penetrates herself casually as she looks about at the rest.

"Again?" she asks. "I suppose you want me to take a larger one than last time too, wouldn't you?"

"Aren't you curious?"

"I already know what I can take."

"So what is it?"

She looks around the mushrooms and picks a solitary on out that's the size of an impressive cock. "This one," she says.

"Not much larger than the last one you took," you remark.

"Do you think I'm made of rubber?" Euna unfastens her skirt. It drops to her ankles, leaving her in only her bodice and boots.

At first, she kneels and strokes the daywither as though readying a man for sex. It's ooze squeezes out and smears over the shaft. Her other hand is between her legs, toying with her slit.

Looking you in the eye, she straddles the mushroom and squats down upon it, all the way until her lips touch the earth. She gasps inwardly as it immediately grows inside her. It new unseen length lifts her off the ground. The visible base is wrist thick.

Delicately, Euna begins sliding up and down, caressing her body and clit. She's trembling with pleasure by the time she dismounts. "Happy?"

Euna eyes the daywithers. "Hmm. I was thinking the same thing."

She collects several daywithers of varying sizes and shapes. Wrapping them in cloth, she fits them first in your pack, but when they suddenly take too much space, she leaves them hanging out. Several that she's taken are much larger than the one she just used.

"There," she says. "A nice personal collection. I hope they don't dry out too much."

"Looks like you're planning to work your way up to larger sizes," you say.

She shrugs. "I don't know. We'll see."

Daywither Mushrooms added to inventory

"Do I look like I belong to your Warped Ones?"

"Not even close," you say. "Not nearly bizarre enough."

"And I'll stay that way."

"Why don't you try one."

"Is that a no?" you ask.

"That's a no."

"You want me to fit one of those inside me." She points to a large one. "Do you know how large they get? I'd tear apart."

"You'd be fine. They don't inflate with all that much strength. See how spongy they feel."

"As much as I'm sure you'd love for me to overstuff myself, I think I'll pass."

"Very well, Your Highness."

"Not the mushroom, but this part might be." She squeezes the head. Dark blue ooze seeps down along the stem from under the cap. "It's sweet. Here, try it."

You swipe your finger along a rivulet. The substance is slick. The flavor is like earthy syrup.

"It's an acquired taste I understand," she says. "It's probably safe to eat."

"Probably? You just had me try it."

She grins. "Yes, my royal taste tester. You instead of me. Though you should be just fine. Insects eat it all the time."

"Simple way to find out." Euna cups her hand over a finger-length mushroom. After a second, it starts swelling. "It's the cap that's sensitive to light," she says.

After a minute, it's growth peters out. Euna measures it. "Nearly thrice as long, I'd say, and thrice the diameter. My, these change much more than the ones back in Ruthgar. Some of these taller ones must get to waist-height at night. How incredible."

"They love it," Euna points out a nearby crevice populated with smaller daywithers. Tiny beetles crawl about inside the forest of mushroom stalks where blue slime has dripped. Ants circle around drops and feed. "It's part of their cycle. Insects eat it. Get spores on themselves, and carry them off to other parts of the mountain. Much like bees and flowers that way. I've read that people use it to bait ants. They mix it with poison."

There are hundreds, ranging from ones sized like your finger to ones a foot in length. Each has a long fibrous stalks. The caps dome downwards back over the stalks, creating bulbous heads. Blue liquid drips down the stalks from beneath the crowns like sap.

"Rather phallic, aren't they?" you say

"I was waiting for you to say that," Euna replies. "I think I know what these are." Kneeling, she plucks a small one. Its flesh yields lightly to her pinch. She encloses it within her hands and peeks inside. "Yes. These are daywithers. They grow in the mountains far to the south of Ruthgar. They shrivel when exposed to daylight. Look."

She shows you the one in her palm. The mushroom is much larger than it was, but already its shrivels like a dry worm, returning to its old size.

"Even more phallic than you thought, hmm?" she says.

Hundreds of daywither mushrooms scatter this mountain ledge. Some are as small as your finger. Others are as tall as your knee, and as thick as your calf. The caps dome downward over the stalk to create bulbous heads. They're remarkably stiff.

"What for?" she asks.

"If it's edible, it could be food, right?"

"Hmm. A good idea."

"Did you notice how slippery it is?"

"Yes?"

"...And you were asking about oils earlier, weren't you?"

"This?"

"Why not?"

"It's... Oh go ahead. We can always use it for cooking."

Selecting a long, narrow jar, you squeeze the tops of various daywithers. Each head is pregnant with blue slime. Many drip like honeycomb, leaving a ring of blue droplets beneath the crown's ridge. Collecting it into the lip of a bottle proves to be a chore. By the end, most larger mushrooms are milked, and the jar is mostly full.

Daywither Slime added to inventory

"No," she says flatly. "But others are as depraved as you."

"Not surprised your mind would turn to that. You're not the first."

"What do you mean?" you ask.

"I've read that in the southern mountains, they used these for sexual practices. Women would collect these as... toys. And some men would too."

You circle around behind Euna as she watches keenly.

"What are you up to," she asks.

Her asshole is squeeze flat by the massive intrusion happening right beside it. You finger the hole. With effort and some slime, one finger enters. It's an incredibly tight fit.

"Whatever you're thinking, I don't think there's anymore room," Euna says, yet she leans forward as much as she can. It helps a little. Her hand still works her clit.

Two fingers now. In and out. Euna winces, bites her lip. "Ooh. It feels different... being so full already. I like it."

But when you put the tip of a mushroom to her asshole, her eyes go wide. "You're mad! There isn't room!"

"We'll see. Try to relax." You push and prod. Euna hums with frustration as it fruitlessly strains against her tiny sphincter. The mushroom slips from your hand like a bar of soap and splats on the ground.

"I guess not," you say.

Biting her lip, Euna glances at you guiltily. "Try again? I didn't relax much. And maybe... a little more force?"

"As you wish." Again you force the mushroom upon her ass. Euna resumes stroking herself. Her asshole puckers out as she relaxes as best she can. With a hard push, her ring caves, and finally relents. Euna screams orgasmically as it slides inside her, but her screams become distressed as it's already inflating. It lodges in place, half in, half out, its thick stalk squeezed by her anus. It doesn't matter that it can't move, she climaxes hard.

After her fun, she's drained. "Help me up, will you?"

Hugging her, you pull her off the daywither buried in her pussy. The moment she's off, blue slime pours out of her. The smaller mushroom shoots out of her ass. Steadying herself, she feels her holes. Her pussy gapes. Her asshole is loose. A wicked look comes over her, and she sits down upon the largest mushroom, now shrinking back down. Her asshole is directly in line to be penetrated. She looks at with with raised eyebrows. The implication is clear.

"Want help?"

She laughs. "No. I'm not serious. I've already ruined my femininity. My rosebud too?"

"It'll return to normal soon."

She nods, then winces. "I'm going to regret this tomorrow morning."

You unfasten your breeches and you step before her. "You'll need to earn my help, I think."

"You villain," she says, pulling down your breeches. Your ridged cock springs free. She alternates suckling the tip and rubbing the head about her face, smearing your precum. Soon she gets serious and takes you down her throat. With one hand, she works your shaft. With the other, she rubs her clit with abandon. From her shuddering moans about her cock, she may be getting more pleasure from this than you.

As you cum down her throat, she moans fervently. Despite her earlier claim, she's bouncing up and down and the stalk, her tortured lips warp in and out with each bounce.

Once she comes down, she nurses your cock for any remaining seed, tucks up your pants, and looks at you with tired, sultry eyes. "Have I earned my freedom now?"

"Hey. What are you doing?" she asks as you take hold of both of her ankles. "No, wait. Stop," but you lift her legs straight out before her.

She cries out as her full weight is taken upon the mushroom. Wincing and gasping, she sputters incoherently. "No no. Stop. Ugh. No. Don't stop. Oh, it hurts." Her hands work her clit as though trying to scrub out a stain. In seconds she's screaming ecstatically. Her pussy milks the shaft. She seems to sink down another few finger-widths.

This goes on for some time. When she finally settles, you lay her legs down, yet she keeps them splayed before her, making no effort to support her own weight. Eyes closed, she pants in exhaustion.

"Naughty fool," she mutters, grinning. "That was a wicked thing to do. Ohh, I'm cramping up now. Will you help me up now."

Hugging her, you lift her off the mushroom. Her legs scrabble for support. Euna pops off, and a deluge of blue slime drips from her. Her legs wobble. She feels her pussy—hole gaping, lips hanging.

"Is this it now? Have I ruined my hole?"

"It'll return to normal soon."

She nods, then winces. "I'm going to regret this tomorrow morning."

"Lead on," she says.

You're at a cliff edge overlooking the jungle south of the mountain range. Nests of bone-white mushrooms grow among the rocks.

The drop is too steep to climb, and the ledge ends to either side. You can only return north.

You're at the terrace where hundreds of white daywithers bone-white mushrooms grow.

Examine the mushrooms.

Inspect the daywithers.

"Now?" She looks at you as though you're crazy, but her cool returns. "Point one out."

"How about this one?" This mushroom is already the size of your forearm, and it's still shriveled.

She eyes it. "And you're sure I can't hurt myself?"

"It'll take up every inch inside you, but it won't tear."

"That last one felt like it might," but she's already straddling the daywither. After rubbing her messy pussy on its head, she sinks down, or tries. The head is a too large for her lips. "It already doesn't fit," she says as she grasps the stalk and bears more weight upon it. But after much forcing, her pussy caves inward, then yields. The head pops inside her. Her hugging lips squeezed the cap, causing blue slime to run rivulets down the stalk, which her lips then smear when she pushes herself down the shaft quickly before the mushroom expands.

She hisses in pain. "Ohh. This was a bad idea. Oh Lord." The stalk is inflating, becoming as thick as Euna's leg. But her snatch apparently can't expand that much. It tapers right before entering her, squeezed like a sponge. Though her pussy is obscenely stretched, lips nearly white, stretched to their absolute limit.

Euna is lifting up the shaft, not of her choice, but rather the mushroom is elevating Euna by pushing against her cervix. She's taking much of her weight of it with her squatted legs. Nearly half the mushroom reemerges. You could grasp it with two hands.

The swelling stops. Euna moans and feels her stomach. The mushroom has caused an indentation that travels up under her bodice. She tries lifting up with her feet and sinking down. The attempt is pitiful.

She gives up. "Well, here I am. I lived. Not sure I can ride this one properly though."

"Regrets?"

"I probably shouldn't have done this. I think I'm stuck, and I'll surely be sore tomorrow, but what's done is done." She grins as her fingers circle her clit. It's squeezed right up against the shaft. "Oh, this is not comfortable at all. But I did it. I... oh... I'm so full." Her breath is heavy from her own stimulation. "Are you... going to help me up?"

Get behind her and work the smaller daywither into her ass.

Present her your cock for sucking.

Lift her legs, making her take her full weight on the mushroom.

"You're the one who keeps asking!"

"Yes," she says. "They have tentacles for... delivering seed."

"Oh. Penis tentacles."

"Yes, if you must call them that. And ovarian tentacles."

You frown. "Ovarian tentacles?"

"Yes, or ovipositors," she says matter-of-factly, although she's blushing. "They reproduce externally, so they'll grow some tentacles that spray seed, and others that lay eggs."

"They'll grow both?"

"They produce both male and female parts. Like flowers. Sometimes they'll reproduce on their own. Sometimes with others. They'll come together, and their tentacles will... do their thing, and they'll fertilize eggs and deposit them somewhere."

"The tentacles will do what thing?"

She's growing exasperated. "Oh. You know very well what I mean." She makes awkward thrusting gestures. "Penetration. To stimulate release."

"I agree," she says. "It should retreat come dawn, but I don't think we should stay there anymore. I could never sleep knowing that could return. We'll need to relocate."

"How about that altar in the mountains? I think we can still see the ocean from there."

Euna considers it. "Might be safer too. Not enough trees for an akkoro to move around with, but we'll need to get my clothes first." She finishes cleaning away the slime and emerges from the ocean. Her chemise clings to her legs.

She pauses before you. "I owe you my thanks. You acted heroically and saved my life."

"You're welcome, Your Highness."

"Would you honor me with a kiss?"

Steeling yourself, you face the beast. One good strike upon its... center part... somewhere, and it will surely fall. Taking up sturdy stick, you storm forward, knocking aside tentacles.

...But then it strikes back. Several appendages lash out at once. They knock you down, cast away your stick, and lift you in the air by your leg. As you thrash, more tentacles coil about your limbs and torso. They squeeze. They twist. They pull.

Your bones are popping. The pain is unimaginable. Euna wails in horror, though her voice is distant, as you're already losing consciousness.

The tentacles give one final twist, and your body is rent to pieces. Thankfully, your mind fades moments later. The pain is no more.

That's because you're dead. You pushed your luck too far.

Grabbing your saber, you run up and chop at the tentacle gripping Euna's leg. It severs clean through. The monster recoils as you reach for Euna.

Quickly, you snatch up a hefty branch from the broken shelter. You beat at the tentacle gripping Euna's leg. Your blows bounce off its rubbery flesh. Euna fights, but it pulls her closer into the shadows where the beast lurks. Other tentacles lunge at you. You dodge nimbly. This time, you try stabbing the appendage ensnaring Euna. The branch repeatedly slips off target because of a slimy goo covering the tentacle, but you succeed on the fourth stab.

The branch hardly breaks its skin, but the monster reacts. The tentacle loosens as four others strike out. One nearly snags your arm. The other three get your branch. After wrestling over it, you let the beast have it and go for Euna.

Grabbing her arms, you pull her up and run with her toward the river. The monster follows. When it slithers from the shadows, it's horrible form becomes visible.

It has a carapace like a beetle, only instead of six legs coming out the bottom, it has a writhing mass of tentacles, like a swarm of worms. All of them grope and feel. They pull on trees to move the monster along while others flail upon the ground. Some tentacles are more focused. They're constantly peeling open at the end to reveal gelatinous orbs which are trained on you. They're eyes, you realize. Dozens of them. Constantly blinking.

Run away.

Bravely fight the monster.

"Ugh." She wipes more of it off. "Sexual lubrication of all things."

"No. It shouldn't be. It just lubricates their movement and helps them stay moist. There's actually a market for it, though I don't know who in their right mind would ever bother collecting this wretched stuff."

"They don't. Like I said, they're external reproducers. The tentacles penetrate something else, like a food source, or sometimes another animal. The ovarian tentacles lay a bed of eggs, then the spermatic tentacles fertilize them."

"...Another animal?"

"The akkoro look for an enclosed place that's warm and wet. Live animals are good for that, but dead animals work too since decomposition warms them up."

You both sprint into the forest. Behind you, branches snap and trees creak as the thing pulls itself through the woods toward you. You might be able to get away, but Euna is falling behind. She's clutching the hem of her chemise up to her knees, but it's still slowing her down.

You grab her arm. "This way!"

You lead her toward the ocean. The forest gives way to the tidal plane. You both sprint through razor grass toward the sand. You glance behind to see the monster at the border of the woods. It's not following. After a moment, it recedes into the dark.

"Stop," you shout. "We're safe. Stop."

Euna keeps running until you finally catch up and grab her arm. With a yelp, she blindly lashes at you.

"St— Ow. Stop!" you say. "We're safe. It's gone."

Wild eyed, she scans around. "Where did it go?"

"It stopped following us at the tree line. I don't think it can move in open terrain."

She looks around again, then gasps for breath.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

"I think so. I just... I heard this rustling, and then the tentacles were suddenly everywhere. Oh, good lord. That thing was terrifying." Panting, she rests on her knees. Slimy goo covers her calf. "Ugh." She tries to wipe it off, only for it to smear on her hands. "It's so... slippery." When she spreads her fingers. The ooze webs between them. It smells salty, and a little like fish. She tries to wipe her hand in the sand, only for sand to stick to the goo.

"I want to wash this off," she says. "Come with me to the ocean."

"I'm not sure we should be relaxing yet."

"No, it's fine," she says. "You were right. It won't follow us out here. Come." Hiking up her chemise, she wades into the ocean up to her knees. In the water, she scrubs vigorously at her legs.

"Do you know what that was?"

She nods. "It was an akkoro. I read about them in my studies of the thrice-tenth kingdom. Never thought I'd see one, much less get attacked by one."

"Sometimes they'll come up if they're short on food," She gestures around. "...Or if it rains heavily, like it did last night. But when they do, they'll always stay in dense woods, because they move by pulling themselves along."

She shakes her head. "I knew this too. I should have known to run to the beach. You, on the other hand, have never even heard of an akkoro before, but you inferred what to do. All my knowledge, and I'm useless out here."

"Don't be hard on yourself," you say. "There's a world of difference between reading about something in a book and facing it in real life."

"You are kind," she says, unconvinced.

"Possibly," she says. "I've never heard of Akkoro being anywhere else. We're either in the thrice-tenth-kingdom, or we're close to it."

"The Ruthgar colonies are in the thrice-tenth kingdom too. Does this mean we're closer to them than we thought?"

"Not necessarily. The thrice-tenth kingdom is enormous, many times the size of our own tsardom. Our scouts have only seen a small part. Most of our knowledge about these monsters comes from locals."

"So it tells us nothing," you say.

"Only that we're far away from home."

"That was an akkoro. They're deadly creatures—nothing but a mass of tentacles connected to a small body and a carapace. Fascinating though. They can grow and lose tentacles to fit their needs. They normally live in dark, wet places, like water caverns or underground rivers."

"For instance. If they're in a dark cave, they'll grow more feelers with sensitive touch so they can feel their way around. If they're in the light, they'll cannibalize their feelers and grow more eyestalks. When it's breeding season for them, they'll grow tentacles for breeding. Also, if food is scarce, they'll reduce their tentacles to save energy, whereas if they're feeling threatened, they'll grow extra for combat. They're amazingly versatile creatures."

Euna reaches out to you and screams for help, but you merely watch. More tentacles find her. Wrapping about her arms and legs, they lift her high.

Her screams raise in pitch—from terror to pain. You realize too late that the tentacles are pulling her apart. Like a wishbone, her legs split, bones snapping. They rip from her body. Her arms tear off in a shower of blood.

The monster emerges from the shadow. The writhing swarm of tentacles part to reveal a gelatinous form capped by a solid carapace. From its underbelly opens a massive maw. The tentacles deftly cram Euna's limbs inside.

Euna's lifeless torso is the last piece it consumes. You're alone now, though not for long. The monster turns to you, and you realize that by standing around, you've just waited for your turn to die.

What did you think was going to happen?

"Did you actually think she'd do it?"

"Of course not," you say. "Your father has far too many horses."

She rolls her eyes. "You know that's not what I meant. It is considered an abomination in our book to lay with beasts."

"I know. I said it to shock her."

"But is that something you've indulged in before? Fornicating with animals."

"I've seen it. Some people will pay money for a show of it."

"And you say that like it's normal."

"For some people, it is."

Revulsion comes over Euna's face. "Is that supposed to be sexual? To see someone else relieve themselves?"

"I only said it to get a reaction out of her. I just didn't expect that much of a reaction."

"Have you seen that sort of thing before?"

"Sure. Drunks can't control themselves. And in cramped homes, sometimes you don't have a choice."

"Oh," she says, "but you've never seen anyone make a show of it."

"Well, actually—"

She cuts you off. "I don't want to hear it."

"I didn't think you would."

"Is that something you would enjoy doing?" she asks archly.

"To her? Yes. She made my life difficult."

"but excluding her. Do you enjoy punishing people for sexual gratification."

"I've done it before. I punish them. They punish me. It's not as uncommon as you might think."

"I know. The world is full of debauchery."

"Like you couldn't imagine, Your Highness."

"I am done with this conversation. It is late." She heads toward a cleared sleeping space. "This is my spot. I've cleared a space for you over there." She points to the opposite bank of the river.

"I'm supposed to cross the river!? Now? I just got dry."

"I will not have you sleeping near me. I don't trust you."

"Why not? What do you think I'm going to do?"

"Need I remind you what my guards caught you doing?"

"I said that was a misunderstanding!"

"Sure it was. You will sleep there nonetheless."

"Maybe you should cross the river."

"Don't be daft. You're the deviant, and I am royalty. I decide who sleeps where. Now, off you go."

"Unbelievable." You storm across the river. The water is freezing. On the other side, you dry yourself as best you can and lay down to sleep. In the dark, you can make out only Euna's silhouette. That was probably her intent.

Tired, you close your eyes and listen to the crashing waves.

"Just so you know," she calls, "If you had made that remark to me, I would have had you sent to the stockades."

A pause.

"...But I would not have had you exiled."

You grin. "Good night, Your Highness."

Go to sleep.

"If we don't, we don't. I know my sister will rule the tsardom well. My aunt has no sway over her as she did me."

"If she does, then so be it," Euna says.

"Really? You'd be okay with that?"

"I would accept it. I have already accepted that I would produce an heir and soil my body. I would accept excommunication too if it were the right thing for my people. But all of this is moot. I am here. Not there. I have learned my lesson too late. I let my aunt drive me away."

She shakes her head and grins. "Is that all you're worried about?"

"I worry about other things too," you say. "That just happens to concern me."

"Yes, Fool. I will overturn your exile. Whether you'll still have your job is another story." Her smile fades. "But again, it doesn't matter if we never get back."

"It disagrees with my aunt's teachings," she says. "I have accepted that her faith will not be mine. Her way would put Dmitri in power, and revive the inquisition. I must seek Nimel's will on my own."

Euna wakes before you as usual. She bustles around the camp, preparing breakfast with what little food is left over. She's not wearing her traveling cloak today, though she still has on her skirt and bodice. It's still warm; her chemise is damp.

You cross the river to meet her. "I'm sorry about last night. I was butting into your life and giving you my opinion when you never asked for it."

"It's fine." She doesn't pause in her work. "They were just words. I should not have lost my composure as I did. It was unbecoming."

"I don't care that I saw you cry. I care that I hurt you. I didn't mean to."

"You did not hurt me. Your words were not easy to hear, but as you said, to close our ears would be a sin of ignorance. And it's not as though your suspicions have never occurred to me before."

She works for a while. "For as long as I've been at the convent, Margosha taught me that her way of worship was the only true way. That I was to trust in her authority above all else, and I accepted it. I suppose deep down I've always known my aunt favored me above all others because of my birthright, but I liked to believe that it was more than that—that maybe she saw in me something special. I chose not to see ulterior motives. After all, it afforded me the opportunity to find my faith."

"And now?"

"And now I accept that my education was to serve her greater purpose. It does not invalidate what I have learned, nor does it mean that I regret my time at the convent. But the time has come for me to divorce myself from my aunt's influence and do as I believe is right. Should I ever return home, I will take my rightful place on the throne and further the ways of Nim, but I shall do it on my own. I will reject my aunt's marriage arrangements... if I ever get back."

"Are you suggesting that I should enjoy sinning?"

You make a helpless gesture. "Look at it this way. Once you've done the deed even once, you are considered sullied, right? You're already damned in the eyes of your lord. You will never reach holy union."

"It is a sacrifice I make for my people."

"Right. So after you've done it once, there's no longer any harm in doing it again, or as much as you please. It's not like you can get more sullied, right?"

"Of course I can," she says. "Just because I will fail to preserve my body for Nimel does not mean I should continue to fail him."

"Why is it failing? You were born to a tsar. You had this obligation before you even drew breath. If Nimel truly steers us all, then doesn't that mean he put you on this path? He wants you to have heirs."

"That doesn't mean he wants me to sully my body wantonly."

"But he does want you to feel intimacy. At least once anyway. Just as he wishes for all mothers and fathers. We wouldn't be here if not for them. Would it be wrong then to enjoy performing this service for him?"

Her eyes narrow. "Are you trying to tempt me into sin?"

"No, no. I'm just saying maybe you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. If all I've accomplished with this talk is to make it so you don't feel miserable when you finally do what you're already going to do, then I'm happy."

She stares into the fire a while. "I suppose there is reason to your words. Although I must be taking leave of my senses if I am listening to you."

You chuckle. "There is no harm in listening. If we were to close our ears, we'd be guilty of ignorance. If I remember, that's a Nimic sin."

She remains quiet.

"I'll leave you to your thoughts," you say. "I have a river to cross, and I'd like to give my legs time to dry before I lie beneath the open sky. Sleep well, Your Highness. May your carnal visage stay hidden during your slumber."

"Do not mock my practice, Fool," she says, though she smirks at your remark.

Go to sleep.

"I will be blaspheming my own body for the sake of duty," she says. "That will not be enjoyable."

"So it's just going to be a matter of duty? You and the lucky man will do the deed as quickly and unemotionally as possible?"

She nods. "And then I will retire to my private quarters. I will do this however few times it takes for my womb to quicken, and then no more."

"It's not up to me."

"What if he wants a second heir?"

"Then I will perform my duty again."

"I rather think everyone else is not taking it seriously enough. My faith is no more zealous than any of my fellow sisters at the convent."

"Then how come you left the church? I thought becoming a Daughter of Nimel was a lifetime deal."

"It is, normally. I, unfortunately, could not make the commitment. A sister must be able to fully dedicate their spirit and chastity to our Lord Father Nimel. As the tsarivna, I will have the obligation to my tsardom to produce an heir."

You and Euna return to camp by the estuary and drop off the food.

"Another successful day," she says. "Let's try again at a shelter."

Together, you work to construct a tent near the fire pit. You create a scaffolding out of sticks, then help her layer palm fronds over the top of it. It's hard work in this jungle heat, but by the time the sun is setting, you have something serviceable. The results aren't bad, though there's hardly enough room inside to sit up, and you're not sure how weather proofed it is.

Euna, however, is delighted. "Excellent," she says. "Now you can start dinner."

Starting a fire is easier; you've had practice. Euna watches as you cook a meal for you both. You serve her dinner on a plate-sized leaf before preparing a plate for yourself.

"So," you say. "You think it'll last?"

She glances toward the tent. "It will do for now. If we are to be stuck on this purgatory much longer, then we will need to readdress the issue."

You glance toward your sleeping spot across the river. "I suppose I'll have to build my own shelter then... unless your shelter is for both of us..."

She gives you a withering look. "We will build you a shelter tomorrow, knave. There was no more time today. You'll have to make do for the night. This tent is mine. You are not to go near it."

"Sure. Royalty first."

"I do not take the first out of selfishness. It is a matter of decency. I am a proper Nimic lady. It is improper for others to see me while I sleep, especially a deviant like you."

You and Euna return.

She sets down the food. "We have some time left. Now we'll get to work making your shelter."

"All right then."

"On your side of the river."

"Of course."

You work together. She must be stifling under all her layers, but she never complains, despite sweat beading on her forehead.

The shelter comes out better than the one built yesterday. For a moment it looks like she might make you switch with her. Ultimately, she shrugs.

"We should get dinner started," she says.

"I'm starting the fire again?" you ask.

"Of course."

By now you're quite the outdoors man. It takes only a few minutes to light a fire. You prepare the food, serve her, and then yourself. You sit opposite sides of the fire and eat quietly.

"Your Highness," you say. "I've been thinking about you've said before."

"Yes?"

"You say you have a responsibility to your tsardom to produce an heir, right?"

"Yes."

"And you are the rightful heir to the throne. So why were you on that boat? The journey from Ruthgar to the colonies is perilous. And that's to say nothing of the colonies themselves. I know you've told me it's none of my business before, but what was so important that you'd risk you life and birthright to travel across the world?"

Euna stares into the fire. "Because I'm a fool, just like you."

"What do you mean?"

"I... What you asked before whether I'm running away. You were right. I am. It was stupid. I regretted doing so a within a day of leaving port, but by then it was too late."

"But why?"

"Because... I didn't know what else to do. My father, he's... he's dying. The alchemists are doing everything they can, but it's not enough. He grows worse with every passing day."

"But how? The last I saw him, he looked fine."

"But what does this have to do with your running away?"

You and Euna get back and drop off the food.

"What are we doing today, Your Highness?"

She looks at the two shelters on opposite sides of the river. "I'd like to remake my shelter. Now that we have the knack of it, we can make something worthwhile now."

"As you wish." You move to tear down her old shelter.

"Wait," she says.

"Yes?"

Euna chews her lip. "I think... I think you should take my old one. If we have time, we'll fix it up."

"You want me sleeping on your side of the river? I'm honored."

"It's for my protection. I think it's wiser if you were to sleep nearer to me. And perhaps so you don't have to wade through water." She looks at you pointedly. "Do not take this as an invitation. I have not forgotten about your peeping ways. You will not spy on me when I'm indecent."

"What about the whole a lady must sleep in private bit?"

"I won't."

She hesitates. "I will pray for Lord Father Nimel's understanding, but I must accept that I may not be able to uphold all my customs on this land. Come now, while we have daylight."

"Good. Then let's work."

The work is faster going since you're able to cannibalize pieces from your old shelter. The results come out quite nicely, plenty of privacy, plenty of rain cover. You two even have time to patch up your inherited shelter.

Afterward, you prepare dinner and serve her food upon a leaf. She accepts graciously.

After eating a while, you speak. "Earlier you said that since you've left, the throne will pass to your sister, Aileen, right?"

"Yes?"

"I was thinking. What's to stop your aunt from forcing the marriage on her?"

"She can't. My sister might be a follower of Nim, but she doesn't adhere to the codes. Dmitri does, which means it is forbidden for him to marry her."

"Ah, because she's not virtuous enough?"

"Exactly."

"What if your aunt doesn't care? She might bend to rules in her favor."

"It wouldn't work. My sister does not respect Margosha like I did. After all, she was one of the first to point out Dmitri's evil ways to me. If my aunt tried to marry her anyway, she'd need for my sister to undergo the test of Virtue. Aileen would never agree to that."

You chuckle. "She'd never pass either."

Euna frowns. "What do you mean?"

"I, uh... I'm just assuming your sister wouldn't, right?"

"You know something, don't you? Tell me."

"No. Not really. I just... I know your sister has shown interest in boys. She's had a few fancies. That's all."

"Oh," she says. "I knew about that. She and I both had our innocent trysts when we were girls. It was harmless though. A simple penance would cleanse her. The test of virtue is about her maidenhead."

You keep your face as neutral as possible as you stare into the fire.

"...her maidenhead is intact, is it not?"

You hesitate. "Yes. Of course. A few lusty kisses. Wandering hands. That's all that I know of."

She recognizes your dodging for what it is. "What do you know?"

"Nothing!"

"No. You must tell me." Her eyes were alight. "What has Aileen done?"

"I swear! I know nothing."

"I am ordering you to tell me what you know."

"I will tell you, but only if you tell me about these 'innocent trysts' of yours."

"Very well, Your Highness."

You and Euna return to the estuary and set down your collected food.

"There," you say. "And you thought I'd get us killed."

She gives you a withering look.

You shrug. "I don't mean it as a brag. I'm just glad we get to eat."

"I suppose you might not be completely useless."

"Thank you! What was next in that survival book?"

"We start a fire. For camp, and for a pyre."

She prepares the site while you gather firewood. Afterward, you join up to collect dried palm leaves on the beach to make a pyre.

By the time the sun is setting, it's all coming together.

"There." She admires the results. "Tomorrow I'll make a shelter. For now, you can start a fire and prepare dinner."

You eye her fire pit. Twigs are heaped together with no concern for creating a hollow space within where kindling will have shelter from the wind. Her book smarts have their limits, but you fix it simply enough.

Once dinner is prepared, you eat. The crickets chirr and the nearby waves crash.

"This is actually the best meal I've had in months," you say. "It's not much, but it beats prisoner's gruel."

"I suppose it would be," Euna replies. "You must be delighted about all of this. You no longer have to serve your sentence in the colonies"

"I'm not sure how much better this is."

"It's better. The conscripts are treated without mercy. For sixteen hours a day, they are worked to the bone under the sun. They are fed nothing but scraps, and they sleep in overcrowded longhouses with hardly an inch of space to themselves. If they step out of line, they are whipped before the others and put back to work. Some are made to fight the unimaginable monstrosities plaguing those lands. They're the lucky ones since they find escape in death."

"Sounds swell"

She regards you. "It is only for the worst of society. Murderers, traitors, infidels."

"Except I am none of those."

"No. You're a sexual deviant and a sodomite."

"I can't argue that, but did I really deserve to be on that boat? All I did was make an indecent proposition to your aunt. Anyone else would have laughed it off, but nooo, she had to make a fuss about it."

"Reverend Mother Margosha Romanovna is the abbess of the Church of Nim. We seek to cleanse ourselves of all earthly desires to live in spiritual and physical purity. We have all taken vows of chastity. She's the last person you should have made your proposals to."

"That's why it was funny," you say. "Everyone else laughed."

"That was not your only crime, knave. Need I remind you that my royal guards found you spying on me from the tree outside my window?"

"That was a complete misunderstanding. I just happened to have been near your window. I didn't even know you were in there."

"They say you had a spy glass."

"I was birdwatching."

"At night?"

"Owls. Majestic beasts."

"Are you to claim that all your crimes have been misunderstandings? How many times have I seen you locked in the penance box, or the stockades down at the square? How many adulterer's brands do you have on your rump?"

"Enough that they're overlapping, but I never hurt anyone." You hesitate. "...On purpose. ...Without their consent. ...Usually. But I was not a blight on society. I just knew how to live life."

"You spread debauchery and sin. If half the things I've heard about you are true, then you deserved every bit to be on that boat."

"Nobody cared. I'm only exiled because your Aunt pulled strings to get rid of me. Even your father was against it. He liked my jokes more than anyone. You should have seen him laugh when he heard what I told her."

"My father suffers from an unrefined sense of taste."

"Then so does the rest of the court," you say. "I was popular, Your Highness. Very popular."

"Which only goes to show what a bad influence you are."

"Or maybe you just spent so much time at that convent that you lost your sense of fun."

"Don't be an idiot. Of course I know how to have fun."

"Really? What do you do?"

"I..." She frowns. "I read. I enjoy learning the histories of our Nimic heritage, and I take pleasure in my royal studies, as any monarch should. Oh. And I enjoy singing hymns, and the gusli."

"The convent made you do those, didn't they?"

"I still enjoy them," she says. "And... oh yes! The tournaments. I enjoy those, the jousting, the performances. Not your performances, of course."

"Oh right. The tournaments. The ones where you sat stock still by your father and watched as though overseeing an execution. Face it, Your Highness. You're wound so tight, even your father is worried about you."

"Don't dare presume to know what my father is thinking."

"I don't have to. I lived in the court. I heard things."

She glowers. "What things?"

"I've heard your father and Reverend Mother Margosha argue many times. He thinks she brainwashed you at the convent."

"Nonsense."

"He blames her for insisting the family send you away during the Velesian war, that you were never at any risk, and that Margosha just wanted to make you a puppet of the church in order to push the church's agenda once you're in power."

"What utter tripe. Where do you come up with this?"

"Like I said, from your father."

"Well, it's nonsense."

"Is it? Has your aunt ever talked to you about making Nim the official religion of the tsardom? Maybe restarting the inquisition?"

"Of course she has, but she's not manipulating me. And I happen to agree with her. Temptation has sown across our tsardom long enough. Our lands are full of sinners and harlots. False religions are everywhere. You can't walk down any street without seeing debauchery: brothels, lascivious fashion..."

"Oh, my!"

"Of course you're okay with it. You're the worst of the lot. It's because of people like you that Lord Nimel is forsaking us."

"If you say so." By now, you've finished your dinner. You set the remains aside and stare into the fire.

"What did you tell my aunt anyway?" she asks.

"Why should I tell you? You'll just think less of me."

"It's not possible for me to think any less of you."

"You'd be surprised, Your Highness. There is a lot about the sinner's world you don't know."

She ponders this. "You will still tell me."

"Is that an order?"

"Yes."

"Very well. I offered to pay her a dozen rubles if she would...

"...pleasure all the horses in the royal stable."

"...hike up her habit, squat down, and void her bowels right there before the court."

"...lend me her disciplining cane and let me whip her bare ass until it bled."

You both return to camp. After dropping off the food, you and Euna work together to maintain the shelters, clean the firepit, and perform other campsite maintenance. Afterward, Euna spends some time looking out over the ocean. The chances of a boat showing are slim, if not nonexistent, but you say nothing. She's probably already aware of this.

At dinner, you and Euna talk at length about each other. She shares some anecdotes about her time at the convent, but mostly you dominate the conversation with entertaining stories and rowdy jokes. Back in the tsardom, she would have glared at you for telling jokes like these at court. Today she laughs.

At a pause, she changes topics. "When you were up on the mountain, did you get a good look at the surrounding lands?"

"I did. Say what you will about this place, the view was amazing."

"Did you see anything interesting?"

"A few things. There's something in the mountains far to the east, just up against the coast. It looks like a flag pole, but I'm not sure."

"A flag pole? An outpost perhaps?"

"Maybe. I'm not sure how to get there. That'll be a challenge for another day."

You both talk longer, when the sky rumbles. Fat drops of water start falling, and in seconds it becomes a downpour.

"Oh swell," Euna says. "We're going to get soaked again. I guess dinner is over. Goodnight. See you in the morning."

"Goodnight, Your Highness."

You both retire to your respective tents. The patter of rain against the roof of your shelter lulls you to sleep.

At a pause, she changes topics. "Would you think we have a good feel for the surrounding lands yet?"

"We're getting there," you say.

"Perhaps if we reached higher ground, we might find a good vantage point."

"We could follow the river up the mountains."

"I'm not sure how much food we'd find," she says, "but it might be worth doing once."

After dinner. You both turn in for the night.

Go to sleep.

"If I ruled alone, of course I would, but it is my duty first to produce an heir."

"Okay then do that," you say. "Your grandmother managed."

"Yes. She did produce an heir. Out of wedlock. It was a scandal."

"So? The people didn't care. Your grandmother is still considered one of the tsardom's finest rulers."

"Regardless, my aunt believes it is more proper for me to marry so that I can focus on my duties of producing an heir while Dmitri manages the tsardom."

"Who cares what your aunt wants? Do what you want."

"It is not my place to disobey the superiors of the Nim Order. They represent the will of Nimel."

"And I'm sure you learned that from your aunt."

"It does not mean it's not true. Childbirth out of wedlock is a sin. I must marry."

"I have met him on many occasions," she says. "He behaves like a gentlemen in court. But like his father, he too was a member of the inquisition before it was disbanded. He spoke about it so fondly, as though it were a passion. He'd talk about the screams of wildings as though it were fine music. He brags of those he'd broken as though they were trophies. I would overlook this except there are also the rumors I've heard from my handmaidens. They say he still practices his inquisition ways.

She continues. "On some nights, his maids can hear shrieks from the bowels of his keep. I don't know how much truth there is to those rumors but I can see something awful in his eyes. He talks of heretics and infidels as though they were beasts in peasant clothes, to be exterminated, not guided to see the proper way. He speaks with so much hatred, and he treats those who serve him with such contempt.

Euna sighs. "I would marry a husband. I would produce an heir. But not with him."

Euna laughs ruefully. "Easier said than done. My aunt is Mother Superior of the Nim Order. To say no to her is to say no to our Lord Father Nimel. She was already moving ahead with marriage arrangements."

"Of course I have," she says, "but to what good? My father doesn't even remember my name most days, much less know anything of Dmitri. And it's my aunt who has brought Dmitri to me as a suitor. I've told her what I fear, and she tells me my accusations are baseless. She was the one who arranged our marriage in the first place."

"No." She hesitates. "I... It doesn't matter how he'll treat me. That is not my concern."

"It seems like you're the first person it should concern."

"It doesn't. As a wife, it would be my duty to mold my life to his. I will serve him in whatever manner he desires. My wishes are not important. What does matter is that if I marry him, he will gain the throne, and I do not believe the he will bring the will of Lord Father Nimel to the land. Nimel preaches compassion and peace. The grand duke does not."

"It is not an illness of the body, but of the mind. At first, it was hardly noticeable. He talked slower. He'd trail off during conversations. That was it. Nowadays, he'll wake up in his bed and have no idea where he is. He'll forget my mother is dead and call out for her. These last few months, his advisers have taken over his duties. He can't even be trusted to dress himself anymore, much less run a tsardom."

"Your Highness, I am truly, deeply, sorry to hear this. I knew your father well. I've entertained in his court for years." You look into the fire. "He's done great things for our tsardom. It's because of him that we're now at peace with the Velesians. I hate to hear that this is the end he has come to." You look back at her. "But what does this have to do with your running away?"

"With my father soon to pass, the royal family has turned to the next in line: me. I would be honored to rule our tsardom, except my family wishes for me to marry, and they have chosen a suitor for me. Grand Duke Dmitri Vasilyevich. I am to marry him, share my throne, and produce for him heirs."

"I've never heard of him."

"He's a devote follower of Nim. My grandmother gave his father land for his service in the inquisition. My aunt believes he will help me bring back traditional Nimic values to the world. I just... I can't bring myself to marry him. He is a horrible man."

You awake from drizzling rain falling on your face. Fortunately it is already dawn. You take cover under a tree and wait. The rain grows heavier. Your clothes soak through.

Euna stirs.

You grin. Her shelter didn't protect her. Her chemise has soaked through. She fishes around in her tent, giving you a beautiful view of her shapely ass. Only after she's dressed and wrapped in her traveling cloak does she notice you.

You rise and cross the river.

"You were staring at me in my chemise? Weren't you?"

"I have seen chemises before, Your Highness."

"Shame on you," she says, but she make no more issue of it. She looks at your wet clothes. "We'll build your shelter today, for what good it will do. Mine certainly failed. I'm a muddy mess."

A scream jolts you from your sleep. You shoot upright. The sun is not up. The predawn sky barely glows.

Another scream. Euna is scrambling from her shelter. Behind it, reaching in, is some thing. It's hardly visible in the dark, but its tentacles whip about like blind snakes. Several bump against her shelter. They coil about like whips and tear it to pieces. Euna is scrambling to her feet when a tentacle catches her leg. It coils about from ankle to knee. She kicks to no avail. More tentacles grope for her.

Watch in fascination.

She considers, then opens her cloak to show you her bodice and skirt. They are brown with mud and soaked against her skin. The skirt outlines her shapely legs, and her chemise, visible above her bodice, clings to her skin.

After you've glanced, she snaps the cloak closed.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, knave?"

"Might be more practical," you reply. "You're not exactly dressed for tromping through the jungle."

"And what do you suggest I do? Run about in my shift? Don't be daft."

"Maybe that was so, but there is no more to tell after that, so come now. Tell me about my sister. What has she done?"

"This was during the summer festival two years ago," you say. "There must have been two dozen performances over three days. One such performance had been a team of acrobats from the Nebenor Isles. You know the troupe, right? You must have seen them last year. They wore vibrant purple. They posed by balancing atop each other."

"I remember them," Euna says. "Indecently clad. And they oiled their skin. The way they touched each other during their feats was downright scandalous."

"Those are the ones. That year, for their performance, they took volunteers from the crowd. Your sister was one. They threw her around and caught her in nets. The men all got good handfuls of your sister as they lofted her about."

"How did she react?"

"Like she was having the time of her life. One rather strapping acrobat had his hands on her much more than the others. For one pose, He held her close while he climbed atop a pyramid of his friend. He had a firm grip on her buttocks. And she certainly had her hands all over him. By the time they were done, your sister glistened with as much oil as the performers."

"You're not suggesting she eloped with an acrobat, are you? That all sounds inappropriate, but it's hardly proof she's lost her virtue."

"I'm not done. Later, I was in the staging ground with the other performers when Aileen showed up. She told the guard she wanted to thank the acrobats for such an exhilarating time, and she was in their tent for quite a while."

"That doesn't mean anything. She may have thanked the man with a kiss."

"Except that later, I entered their tent so I could borrow some rope for my upcoming performance. There your sister was, in the back, laying upon a bedroll. That acrobat was on top of her. This time, they were both having the time of their lives."

Euna is aghast. "No. You must have seen wrong. My sister would not give her maidenhood to a common street performer."

"First of all, he was a renowned acrobat from the the Nebenor Isles. There's nothing common about that. Secondly, I'm pretty sure your sister was not giving him her maidenhood. She was not behaving like a maiden."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"A maiden's first time is a delicate and timid affair. They're shy and unsure of themselves. There was nothing shy about your sister."

Euna's lips press tight. She seems at war with herself on whether to hear more or not. "What was she like?"

"Her bodice was off. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, and her legs were wrapped about him. She was raking his back with her nails as he took her. And how she moaned! Does that sound like a maiden to you?"

"You're making this up!"

"I give you my word I'm not."

Euna stares into the distance. "An acrobat!? She'd never seen him before that day, had she?"

"I don't think so. Don't think she saw him again either."

"What if she conceived a child?"

"There are tonics to prevent that."

"But there's no love there at all! Just... unadulterated lust."

"Sometimes it's easier that way. Love is complicated. Sex is something we can do to enjoy each other."

"But it's a sin!"

"For a Nimic woman who grew up in a convent, yes. For the rest of us? It's part of life."

"And you're sure that wasn't her first time."

"I'm certain." You lean in close. "That's not the only story I have about your sister."

Euna's gasp was comical. "What else do you know!?"

"Now, now, Your Highness. Let's not spill all of your sister's secrets. Not tonight anyway. I wouldn't want to overload your Nimic sensibilities. But I'll tell you one last detail about this story, the best part actually."

"What?"

"After I finished my performance. I went back to return the ropes. Your sister was still there, riding top now," you say, "but she was astride a different acrobat."

"No! Now I know you're making this up. Aileen would never do such a thing!"

"You went away to a convent for six years. The Aileen you knew was a twelve year old girl who flirted with kisses. She grew up."

"But she would have told me. She shares everything with me!"

"Maybe she used to. Do you think she would have told you about this since you've come back? How would you have reacted?"

"I..." She sighs. "I suppose I would have scolded her."

She finishes her dinner and sets her leaf-plate aside. "I would like to turn in now."

"Now? It's still early."

"It is, but I'd like time to pray."

"For your sister?"

Rising, she grins. "No, though I probably should. I don't know what I'm praying for, I just want time alone. You will leave me now."

"Yes, Your Highness." You rise. "Goodnight."

You both settle into your respective shelters. As you lay down, she calls out.

"You'll tell me the other stories later, won't you?"

"Of course," you reply.

As you lie in your tent, the sky rumbles. Heavy drops fall from the sky in a downpour. You drift to sleep to the pattering on your shelter...

Go to sleep.

"That was unavoidable," she says, "but yes, I have prayed for Lord Nimel's forgiveness."

"Even though you had no power over that whatsoever?"

"Even so," she says. "A sin is not acceptable just because we were forced to do it, but I believe Nimel understands. We are not perfect. We simply strive to do best we can."

"She did," Euna says, "but only to preach Nim without the sullying of outside influence. She's adhering to the original teachings of the prime synod."

"That was the one that led all those holy wars, isn't it?"

"They cleansed the land of the wilding species, yes, in order to unify the tsardom. They endeavored to keep ourselves safe of wicked ways. Part of that was to conceal our sleeping selves. It was only the later synods, which adopted practices from idol religions, that relaxed proper etiquettes."

"So even though all other Nimic worshippers follow those ways..."

"Doesn't mean they're right."

"In a proper Nimic marriage, the wife has separate quarters. After she has tended to her husband, she retires to sleep in privacy."

"Sounds romantic."

"It is a necessity to hide our carnal selves," she replies.

"All of us. We sleep separately, away from other eyes."

"Why?"

"We are never at our most composed when we sleep. Our carnal selves can slip to the surface when our guard is down and tempt others. Only the most spiritually and physically pure can truly suppress our physical halves."

She looks at you, aghast. "You have lain with Nimic women? Why should I be surprised?"

"There are other ways to see someone sleeping," you say. "When I first came to Ruthgar, I traveled with a Nimic woman and a few others. We all slept in the carriage. She didn't have a problem sleeping in front of us."

"Not all Nimic women are as devout. Some practice a more lenient interpretation of the book."

"Some? How about most."

"The teachings of Nim have grown impure. People have bastardized it to suit their own needs, to make it more convenient for them. It is a symptom of the loss of values our tsardom is suffering."

"But those more liberal religions are older than yours, aren't they? I thought your faith was started by Reverend Mother Margosha thirty years ago."

"Yes," she says. "And so I ran. "I felt cornered. I couldn't bring myself to marry the man and put him on the throne. At least if I'm not there, then my sister is next in line. I know she never wanted the responsibility, but she will rule better than Dmitri would."

"Then why do you say you regret running?"

"Because it was a coward's move. I've passed the obligation on to my sister because I couldn't handle it. Just because I couldn't convince my aunt of Dmitri's nature."

"It sounds to me like your aunt is perfectly well aware of what kind of man Dmitri is, she just doesn't care. From how you describe it, anyone who spends time with him will know what he's like. And your aunt knows him well enough to bid him for your hand in marriage? Perhaps she even agrees with his ways."

She shakes her head. "Not possible. I have known her my entire life. What I know is what she's taught me. She and I have the same beliefs."

"And yet she would put that man on the throne. You know if your father could, he'd have put an end to all of this."

"Yes, he would."

"Have you ever wondered if maybe this was your aunt's goal all along?"

"What are you saying?"

"Your aunt raised you to believe the ways of Nim. Chastity, Purity, Obedience. Now that your father is too infirm to stand up to her, she's making you marry a vicious man and bear his children. If you were always going to marry, why did she bother teaching you at all?"

"Because of the Velesian war. She took me into safety."

"Why didn't she take your sister? She was alive then."

"Because it was my life at risk. Not hers."

"But then she kept you at that convent for six more years after the uprising was quelled. She bestowed in you virtues she knew you couldn't keep. Why? It can't be for your well being. If she cared about that, she wouldn't be marrying you to a monster."

Euna stares into the coals. The fire has all but gone out.

"I'm sorry," you say, "but she's using you. She taught you the Nimic way so she could control you once you took the throne. I don't take any pleasure in saying that. And I don't mean to disrespect your—"

"Stop."

"What?"

"Just stop talking. That's enough." Tears have welled in Euna's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I didn't mean—"

"Not another word. You will leave me now!"

You hastily put aside your food and depart. At the river bank you turn back to say one last thing, but she's already retreated into her shelter. With a sigh, you cross the river and lay down to sleep.

Go to sleep.

"No. They'd be scolded, but that's it. My aunt had higher expectations for me than she did for the others."

"What?" she asks. "You should not inquire into a lady's personal life."

"And neither should you, Your Highness. You can't expect me to reveal your sister's secrets if you won't reveal your own. Come now. Tell me about these trysts."

Exasperated, she says, "There's nothing to tell. I was young and foolish. I had a fancy for a few boys."

"A few? You had several boys chasing you?"

"Not at the same time."

"How far did you go?"

"I kissed a few, and..." her face flushes. "wandering hands, like you said. Nothing beneath the clothes."

"Very well done, Your Highness! And here I thought you knew nothing of romance. I take it this adventurous side of you died when you left for the convent?"

Her eyes turn down. "Shortly after, yes."

"Did something happen at the convent?"

"There was a... courier lad, a little older than me. He brought up milk and bread from the town. He and I would... spend time together in the store house. It didn't last long. Aunt Margosha caught us one day. She put an end to it."

"This innocent fun leads to sin. The fact that so many sects are okay with this is only testament to how Nim has lost its way. My aunt was right to punish me."

"She laid her birch upon my backside two score times. I spent the next month getting up before dawn to pray for penance, and I wasn't allowed to leave the convent for the rest of my first year. I don't know what she did with the boy. I never saw him again."

You frown. "That seems harsh."

"I was breaking my sacred oath to Nimel. I didn't know any better."

You select a fat bottle and begin scraping the slime from tree branches and rocks. It drools into the bottle like snot. The stuff is everywhere, and by the time you've got most of it, the bottle is full to the brim.

Bits of dirt, grass, and tiny twigs are suspended within.

"Why are you collecting it?" Euna asks.

"It might be useful," you say.

"How? The only thing I've ever heard of people wanting this foul stuff for is as sexual lubricant."

You eye her.

"No." she says.

"Well, I've already collected it. Maybe it might come in handy some other way."

"I doubt it."

"Remember when we were in dire need of sexual oils?"

"This?"

"It'll work."

"It would, but ugh. Are you sure?"

"It's not that bad." You sniff your fingers. They smell faintly like old fish, but it's not terribly strong. "See?"

She dips a finger in and smells it. "Hmm. We'll see."

Akkoro slime added to inventory

You are at the estuary, by the remains of your old camp. where you've set up your camp.

Akkoro slime covers trees and foliage alike.

The beach is to your south, judging from the sun's location. The river extends north. The beach also extends both to the east and west.

A woman sits in the water soaking her hair. She hooks a leg over the rim of the basin and scrubs her intimates. When you two approach, she smiles and makes no attempt to cover herself. "Hello!"

"Hello," Euna replies. "Isn't this water for drinking?"

"Of course." She lies back and floats on the water. Her nude body is fully on display. One hand idly caresses between her legs. "Help yourself."

"But should you be bathing in it?"

"We must be on our way."

A woman sits in the water soaking her hair. She hooks a leg over the rim of the basin and scrubs her intimates. When you two approach, she smiles and makes no attempt to cover herself. "Hello!"

"Hello." Euna sits on the rim and splashes water on her face and arms to rinse off sweat.

The woman lies back and floats on the water. Her nude body is fully on display. One hand idly caresses between her legs. "You should join me."

The woman frowns in confusion. "Why wouldn't I? We're all clean in Cockaigne. I shouldn't think I'm polluting the water somehow. I certainly don't mind when I collect my own drink from these fountains, and many bathe in them."

"But isn't the entire point of a bath to wash the filth upon our bodies into the water?" Euna asks.

She laughs. "If it really concerns you so, the water is always fresh from here." She splashes her hands under the trickle coming from the statue.

"Of course you may," the woman says. "I'd be delighted."

You begin peeling off your clothes.

Euna steps close to you. "We have a perfectly good river at home for bath. A private river."

"I don't think anyone cares here. Didn't you used to bathe naked with your fellow sisters?"

"I did..." Euna frets. She glances at the main street a block over. "Fine, but only for a bit." She removes her clothes until she's down to her chemise. Unlike you, she folds her clothes neatly. Then comes the chemise. Naked, she covers herself and steps into the pool. She's instantly seated enough to cover her chest.

You peel off your clothes, Euna does the same. While you toss yours into a pile and jump in, Euna carefully folds her skirt and bodice, and sets them in a pile next to her boots. Nude, she steps into the water and sidles down until her shoulders rest against the fountain lip.

"There," the woman says. "Isn't it refreshing."

"It's nice," Euna admits.

"Of course." The woman shifts closer and grins at you two. "I would gladly drink both of your bath waters. What's a little essence shared between strangers?"

"We must decline," Euna replies.

"We've both been hiking for quite a spell," Euna says. "You would regret that."

"Try me."

"It flows fresh from the mountains and drains to the ocean."

"Strange," Euna says. "I've seen no aqueducts or channels in the city."

"What do you think those are?" She points beyond to an archway connecting two buildings on opposite sides of the street. "The water flows inside those. Or it flows in our walls, or under the street in our sewers."

"Truly? That is amazing architecture. Who built this city?"

"Built?" The woman giggles. "You're not from around here, are you? "No one built Cockaigne. It always was."

"Surely not. Who repairs it?"

"What sort of perpetual city would Cockaigne be if someone had to repair it?"

"I... can't argue with that," Euna says.

"That is the last time you spit it out like that," the mother says. "Understood."

"Yes, Mother."

"You still have so much to learn..."

"I do," Euna says. To the mother, "If a girl were to spit seed upon the floor before me, I'd have her lick the seed off the ground, especially if she were to talk back to me."

The mother appraises Euna. "I think I agree." She addresses her daughter. "The woman is right. Get down and clean those stones."

"Mother—"

"Now."

All eyes are on her. Reluctantly, the girls gets down on all fours and comes close to the spilt cum. It's dusted with grime and dirt, and she stalls.

Euna approaches the girl, but stops. She looks to the mother. "May I?"

The woman beckons her to continue, so Euna tugs one foot out of her boot and rests it on the back of the girl's head. Euna's toes curl through her hair.

She presses her face down to the smear. "Clean it."

The girl squeals, but cornered as she is, she's no choice to start lapping up cum and dirt.

Neval leans in close to watch, but all he's really doing is giving himself an angle to see up Euna's skirt. His dumb grin is still plastered on his face.

"Watch your eyes," Euna warns him. "I can find much worse things for you to lick clean."

He immediately behaves himself.

The girl sits up. Smears of dirt and cum are on her lip. Euna kneels by the girl and inspects the mess. The slightest glimmer of cum is between the cobblestones, so Euna swipes her finger along the crevice and pulls up large clumps of dirt. After a thought, she wipe the fingerful of dirt on her breast and guides the girl's head to her cleavage. The daughter has no choice. She runs her tongue along Euna's tit and swallows up what is almost entirely dirt.

Soon, the mess is clean.

"When your mother tells you to do something," Euna says. "You will do it. If you had been my daughter, I'd have you licking this street clean, so be grateful that your mother is more forgiving."

The mother speak. "I see you'd make a fine mother. You brook no nonsense." To her daughter. "You, dear, still have much to learn."

"If it pleases you." Euna gets down upon all fours on the cobblestone road. Holding her own hair out of the way, she rasps her tongue over the stones. She laps up the cum, as well as grime and dust, but she swallows it all without a word.

The daughter watches with a face of horror.

"There, see?" the mother says. "This woman knows how to appreciate a man's seed. You're lucky I didn't make you do that."

Euna finishes and sits up.

You point to the crevices between the cobblestones. "Don't let any go to waste."

Euna works her tongue along the grooves between stones. Clumps of dirt come loose. Sitting up, she makes sure to show the girl her tongue. It's almost all dirt and only a hint of cum, yet she swallows it down.

Even the mother seems slightly taken aback. "Now that is proper appreciation! I could learn something from you."

The daughter is horrified.

"So you see," the mother continues, "You still have much to learn, dear."

"I think you're right," the mother replies. "It was rude, dear."

"Sorry..."

The splatter of cum on the cobblestone. It's mixed with flecks of dirt, and it's watery from the saliva of both girls.

"Don't be sorry," the mother says. "Lick it up and enjoy it as you should have done."

The daughter startles. "Off the ground? No!"

The mother sighs patiently. "Children these days show no appreciation..."

"Oh well."

"This girl should obey her mother. Don't you agree, Euna?"

"Euna, why don't you show this girl how seed should be appreciated. Lick those stones clean."

On the steps before one house, two women sit on either side of a young man who appears to have his pants down.

You point them out to Euna, and she follows you to investigate.

The man indeed has his pants about his knees. He's seated on the steps with his dick pointed straight up. He's reclined back and staring up at the sky contentedly while the women have a serious conversation.

"It's not like a straw, dear," one of the girls says. You don't simply suck it. You need to coax it if you want to get anything out of it."

"But that's what I was doing!" the other says. She teenaged, and thin, almost scrawny.

"No, you weren't."

"What's going on?" Euna asks.

They all look at her. The woman speaks. "Oh, nothing. I'm just trying to teach my daughter how to properly suck a cock."

"You are teaching your own daughter this?" Euna asks the woman.

"Of course. As it stands, she's an embarrassment to the women in our family."

"But isn't it inappropriate?"

"What's inappropriate is that my daughter was pleasing her suitor so poorly that he had to complain to me. Unacceptable."

"But I was doing fine," the daughter whines. It's remarkable how close in age they are. "Tell them, Neval" she pokes the man.

He shrugs. His dumb grin won't fade.

"We should be moving along."

"Maybe your daughter should show us. We could help decide."

"Yes, dear. Show us all what you think fellatio looks like," the woman says.

"Mother—"

"Now, now, dear." She gives her daughter a testing look.

With a sigh, the daughter stoops over her the man and takes his cock in her mouth. She bobs up and down. Her hand holds the shaft steady at the base, but does little else. Her mother sighs, and it's clear why.

While this girl understands the concept, she has no idea how to suck a man off.

"Oh, I see what you mean," you tell the mother.

"Do you see, dear? You need instruction. Let me show you how it's done." She shoos her daughter aside.

"But mother, I don't want to see you sucking Neval off. It's weird. I don't want to see my own mother doing that, and with my own boyfriend."

"I'm sorry, dear, but you have to learn." With that, she takes Neval's cock down her throat until her lips seal about the base. She proceeds to suck him off with the skills only a seasoned and shameless wench would ply. The man groans and thrusts his hips up to meet her mouth.

When she lifts away, a rope of saliva connects her lips to the cock. "Do you see? He wasn't doing that with you. Now you try. With gusto."

"Ew, but it's covered in your spit."

"Exactly, dear. Do you think your man wants a dry mouth? Wet is inviting. Now try it."

The blushing girl glances about. She tries not to look you or her mother in the eyes as she stoops back down. This time when she gobbles the lad's cock, she does much better. Her hand works the shaft. Her tongue plays with the tip. She's less afraid to make a mess.

"Much better, dear. You're getting there." The mother stoops beside her daughter and takes back control. She slobbers the boy's cock for a moment, then has her daughter do the same. Then she scoops the balls with her tongue. The daughter follows suit. Back and forth they go, playing a game of imitation.

The man squirms. Just as the mother lifts away after one bout, semen fountains up. It lashes her face, and the rest she catches in her mouth. After sucking him dry, she sits up. Her daughter watches with morbid fascination. That is until her mother grabs her head and pulls her in for a kiss.

The daughter yanks away. Her mother had transferred the load of cum, which she spits upon the road. "Ew. Why did you do that?"

"Oh no, dear. Swallow it. Savor it. But don't spit it out. What kind of message does that send to your paramour?"

The boy has melted in relaxation. This lesson no longer concerns him.

The mother frowns at him. "To be young and quick to please... Too bad. You need more practice, dear."

[["May we watch?"

You lean close and whisper the idea to her.

She gives you perplexed look. "Why?"

"Why not? I know back home you used to take milk baths."

"That was cow's milk. And I took those baths in private." Her eyes narrow. "But then I suppose you saw them anyway, didn't you?"

"But don't you miss those? How wonderful did it make your skin feel?"

She considers, glances around, smiles, and playfully pushes you away. "Your perversion knows no bounds." And she returns to catching droplets on her tongue.

But her hands now wander. They run up and down her neck, rubbing milk into her skin. She covers her face and dips her hands low into her cleavage. The men around her have taken notice.

However, her eyes are closed. She slides her hands down her bodice and brings out each of her breasts. Her hands caress over her globes, spreading the thin sprinkling of milk over them. She squeezes as though to milk herself, and she stifles a moan. Men openly ogle her.

But she's not done. Euna slips her bodice off. Her hands explore her body. The woman above notices Euna and directs her stream onto her. Euna bathes as though alone beneath a waterfall. Every bit of her upper half is coated. Her skin glistens. Only then does she open her eyes.

Seeing everyone eyeing her, she waves and blushes. The men are pleased, and seeing this, she decides to go further. Her skirt drops to the ground. Everyone cheers. Euna's rubs a thin layer of milk over her thighs and butt, and then between her crotch. Once she's thoroughly anointed, she returns to capturing milk droplets on her tongue. Everyone does the same, but the men crowd Euna. Accidental hands brush against her naked body.

When Euna realizes eyes are upon her, she smiles sheepishly. The men are thrilled, but Euna is too self aware. Her bath ends. She returns to trying to catch drops on her tongue, and so does everyone around her.

The woman wears a robe, and she's rocking a cradle which evidently houses a sleeping infant. She has the look of a mother about her, from her round face, rosy cheeks, to her long flowing hair.

The woman tries shushing the crowd, but they won't be appeased.

With a roll of her eyes, she shrugs her robe off her shoulders. It crumples about her waist, revealing her belly and tits, both swollen from pregnancy. The men cheer, but this time when she bids them quiet, they hush.

She leans over the banister and squeezes one tit. Milk sprays from her nipple. It sprinkles upon the men below. They hop to catch the streams as though catching snowflakes upon their tongue, but the milk mostly splatters their faces.

"That's... curious," Euna says.

"Let's keep moving."

"Let's join them."

You grab Euna's hand and drag her into the crowd. She resists only a little. Already, milk sprinkles upon your head. You join the others in trying to catch some of the woman's droplets in your mouth. Euna just seems perplexed as milk splatters her hair.

The mother's milk is seemingly endless, and it flows stronger the more she squeezes her tit. Eventually, she switches breasts. To do so, and to keep rocking her child's cradle, she straddles the balcony. Swinging her leg over causes her robe to finish falling off. It drapes over the banister while she's left fully nude. Twisting toward the men, she sprays her milk over the thirsty crowd while she rocks her child with her other hand.

The woman gyrates her hips, dry-humping the banister in rhythm with the cradle. From her deep breathing, her chewed lip, and her sinuous motions, she's not as inconvenienced by this lewd act as she first acted. Her own milk runs down her swollen belly and legs. It drips from her hanging toes.

"Very strange..." Euna says, but then she too joins everyone else in trying to capture drops upon her tongue, even if she's modest about it. She giggles when more droplets find her eyes than her mouth.

You sidle close to Euna and bend to hook her leg with your arm. Startled, Euna looks at you, but you're getting the attention of the man next to her to get him to do the same. He's more than happy to help. Euna squeals when both of you hoist her legs.

Men join in. Hands are upon her, holding her steady. They fondle her back, her bottom, and her legs. There's nothing she can do but grope for supports as she goes higher. She spreads her legs and let's the crowd have their way as she goes higher. Soon, she's sitting upon the shoulders of you and your accomplice. She's close enough to the woman that nearly all the sprinkling milk lands upon her.

The woman above is enticed. She sprays from both of her tits to anoint her ascended gatherer. Euna catches what she can with her mouth. The men have taken over bathing her. A dozen hands are upon her body. Some hold her steady. Others massage milk into her. You can't see who, but someone has their hand clasped between her legs and is working his fingers into her slit. Yet more hands fondle her ass.

You do so until the droplets falling from the woman's toes are now splashing upon Euna. These are the drops that have coursed over the mother's pregnant belly, down her thighs, and finally along her feet until dripping from each of her toes.

Euna is half blinded by the milk in her eyes, and you're not certain she realizes what milk droplets she's catching in her mouth. But because they drip instead of spray, she catches much more.

She swallows some and laughs. "This is absurd," she yells.

Lifted up beneath the woman as she is, Euna is inches from the foot dripping milk upon her. She braces her feet against the hands supporting her and lifts. Her lips close over the foot, eliciting a cheer from everyone. Her tongue runs between the toes, collecting milk.

The mother on the balcony deliberately cups her hands over her nipples so the milk cascades down her body rather than spray out. More runs down her body to her feet, where Euna laps it up.

Once again, two people are holding a girl while a young lad delivers punches which double her over. Others notice your approach. "We're just having fun."

"Oh, we know," Euna says. "We're just spectating."

Once the girl is good and pummeled, she collapses in a heap rubbing her belly. Her hand sneaks under her skirt.

Another girl scampers up to take her place. "Hard now," she says to the punch. "Not like with her. Really hit me."

"It you say so." The boy gets to punishing the girl's belly. After watching a few more women get their kicks, you and Euna continue on.

"From the look of those girls' faces," Euna says, "you'd think those boys were punishing them with their manhoods and not their fists. It's the most absurd way I've ever seen someone get their thrills."

In the middle of the crowd, two people hold a topless girl by the arms while a man delivers a swift punch right to the woman's stomach. She doubles over, and the crowd cheers. Before she's hardly recovered, the man delivers another swift punch. Tears run down her face.

"They're hurting her!" Euna whispers.

You step up. "What is going on here?"

They let the girl go. She collapses. Euna kneels and cradles her.

"I asked what's going on here," you say again.

"Stop all this at once," Euna says. "Let her go!"

They let the girl go. She collapses. Euna kneels and cradles her. "What in the world is going on here?" Euna demands.

"Nothing," the puncher replies.

"Nothing?" Euna says. "You're beating on this poor woman."

"She wants us to."

"What?"

"Yeh," another says.

"It's for fun," says a woman in the crowd. "We all do it."

Euna suddenly realizes that the young girl she's cradling has moved one hand from rubbing her stomach to rubbing beneath her skirt.

"But why?" Euna asks.

Another girl speaks. "It's... You've got to try it to understand."

"But it's my turn next." Another girl storms forward and stands herself between the two men who had held the first. She pulls her dress off over her shoulders and stands naked.

The men hold her. The puncher throws a light jab into her belly.

The girl flinches, but barely. "Harder. Don't hold back."

"You asked for it." The next punch doubles her over. She heaves for breath, but even as her eyes tear up, she bites her lip, as though the convulsions she felt were those of pleasure.

You and Euna leave them to it. Behind you comes another thud of knuckles on skin, followed by a cheer.

"What an utterly depraved town this is," Euna mutters.

"What a very strange town this is," Euna muses. "I can't imagine how it's possibly a thrill to be punched in the stomach."

"I also don't get the appeal."

"You're not even a little curious?"

"Excellent! Come with me." He leads you down the narrow alley. "Remember. Whatever you want, just no marks. Oh, and don't listen to their complaining either. That's the only thing they're good for."

Around a corner, the alley opens into a small, hidden courtyard shared by the buildings on this block. In the center, sitting upon the cobble, are two naked young girls. Both are clearly related—same eyes, same face, same skin and hair, though one is older. Oddly, it seems the boy is the youngest of the three.

They're bound by ropes so that they sit facing each other. They're hugging, with arms bound behind the others' back. Each has one arm passing over the shoulder of the other such that they're entangled like chain links. Neither can lift their arms over the head of the other. Whoever bound them knew what they were doing.

Four men stand around the girls with their tunics lifted and their cocks out. One is forcing the younger girl to suck him off. Another has a handful of the older one's hair, which he's using to stroke himself. The other two work their own dicks and aim at their faces. From the lashes of sticky white scoring the girls' face, hair, and shoulders, other men have already made contributions.

The older girl looks up as her brother approaches. She's looks you and Euna over with resignation. "Come on," she says. "No more. Haven't we done enough?"

"I said a dozen men, and I meant it." The boy hops up on a nearby stone wall beside a pile of rope.

The man using the older's hair splatters her scalp with his offering. The one in the other's mouth pulls out and shoots cum down between their sandwiched bodies. The other two finish shortly and lash the girl's faces with fresh, dripping cum. They all depart.

"It seems it's our turn now," Euna says.

You tip the girls over until they're lying on their side. Both of their gashes are sopping wet with juices pooled on the tiles. You press your fingers into the older one's slit. With a tucked thumb, you twist and shove until your hand disappears inside the girl.

The girl's elasticity is quite remarkable. But now it's the younger sister's turn. You work the fingers of your other hand into her pussy until she's loosened, and then you press. She's much tighter than her older sister, and you're only able to get four fingers inside. No matter. The older sister is taking you half way to your elbow, and she's whimpering like a dog.

You pump your fist in an out. Both girls are building up to a release, but just as their bodies quiver, you pull out, wipe your hands on their thighs, and set them upright. Both are heaving with frustrated lust.

You take out your erection. Grabbing the older girl's head, you pull her face toward your crotch. Reluctant as she is, she lets you violate her mouth. A few good rams down her throat, and she's coughing up thick saliva over your cock.

Now it's the younger sister's turn. Taking a handful of her hair, you force her to fellate you just as her sister did. She takes your cock all the way down your throat, but oddly, it wasn't you who forced her to do this. Her retching gets saliva running down her chin.

Two heads now. You keep your dick between them and press their faces to either side. They suck and nipple along its length. Their lips and tongues keep meeting. The mess of saliva mixes and drips.

When you fire, it's before both their faces. Tongues out, they try their best to make proper targets, but you let most of your semen spill upon their foreheads and cheeks.

"A good job," the boy says. "I hope my sisters were fun."

Taking out your cock, you stand beside both girls. They stare up at you, expecting you to fire a load upon their bodies. So when you start pissing, they squeal and recoil.

You soak their hair and bodies. They're keeping their faces away, so you grab the older one's hair and force her to look upward. Her eyes and mouth clamp, but at least she's soaked through. The younger one responds the same way when you give her the same treatment.

Soon your stream trickles to an end. The girls are left sitting in a pool of cooling urine. Much of the cum on them has washed off, but some still tangles their hair.

The brother is delighted. "Now that is a mess."

"That was disgusting!" the older one says.

"This is what happens when you don't clean the scullery!"

"You were supposed to do that."

You fetch a rope from the brother's remaining pile. There's not too much you can do when the sisters are already tied as they are, but there is something simple.

You wrap the rope around the older sister's breasts until their squeezed tight. She whines in pain. You'd do the same with the younger sister, except her chest is so flat that any attempt would be futile. Instead, you lead the rope down her belly, and between the younger sister's legs. The rough hemp runs right between her pussy and up the crack of her ass.

And that's when you pull up. It puts all of the little sister's weight right on that rope as it grinds across her gash. In turn, her weight now presses upon her older sister's breasts. Those ropes pull tighter until her tits turn purple. They bite her flesh as they constrict.

Both girls wail and squirm.

"Ow ow ow," the younger cries.

"Stop. Please!" says the older.

Your arms grow tired. So you wrap the rope over the younger sister's shoulder, loop it through the breast binding, and tie it off as tight as you can.

"Not too tight," the brother warns. "I can't have our father finding bruises."

It's too late for that, but the siblings can deal with the consequences later. You loosen the ropes somewhat. The older sister's breasts are still a dark shade of red.

"My turn." Euna kicks off her skirt and straddles the two girls by swinging one leg over their heads. She stands now with her bared crotch between them. Placing a hand on the back of both girls' heads, she guides them in. The older sister is forced into tonguing Euna's bald slit furry muff while the younger must tongue her ass.

Euna moans and grinds her crotch against the girls' faces. For minutes, there's nothing but the slurping wet noises of the girls' work until Euna cries out. Squeezing the girl's faces against herself, she shudders in climax.

After a breath, she steps away. The older girl's face glistens with Euna's secretions. Both look tired.

"I think that's it for me," Euna says. "We can't spend all day here."

"Thank you for helping," the brother said.

"Will you untie us now?" the older sister says. "That was twelve."

"That was only eleven," the brother replies.

"Twelve. I've been counting."

"So have I. Twelve men. She doesn't count." The lad points to Euna.

"Come on," the younger says. "Father's coming home soon. We need to get home."

"Hmm." This worries the lad.

"I think your sisters have had enough."

"Maybe you should be the twelfth man."

You slow as you pass by him.

"Hello, hello," the lad grins widely. "Just a moment of your time, if you'll please. How would you like to punish two misbehaved girls?"

"What manner of offer is this?" Euna asks.

"It is a request for help!" he says. "My sisters snuck out of the house to go to the festival when they were supposed to be doing their chores. Now I need people to help me discipline them."

"And let me guess," Euna says, "this punishment is sexual, isn't it?"

"If you want," the lad says. "You can do whatever you want to them, just as long as you don't leave any marks on their body that our parents could see."

"Ah, yes," she replies. "Sexual indeed."

"No, thank you."

"We'd love to help."

Euna considers this, then nods. Slug's eyes widen.

Suddenly, she stamps her boot down upon his balls, crushing them against the thin straw mat and the marble underneath. Slug howls in pain. Again and again, Euna brings her boot down viciously. Slug's balls deform. The flesh rips along his sack and blood pours out. By the time Euna finishes, his balls are ruptured messes, useless and destroyed. Slug cries hysterically.

She fiercely kicks him squarely between the legs. It connnect directly on his swollen balls. He cries out and sobs, trying to close his legs to no avail. Another swift kick comes, and he bursts out crying.

She rests the toe of her boot upon one of his enlarged testicles. Leaning, she put more weight upon it. Slug squirmed and whimpered. Pull as he might, he couldn't dislodge himself from under her boot.

"Next time," Euna says. "You will not be so demanding. Understood?"

"Y-yes," he sputters.

Euna strides back to the hall. You follow. When the door is closed, she turns to you. "Was that too much?"

"It certainly looked painful," you say, "but don't worry. The sorceress will restore him."

"Okay," she says, looking relieved. "You're right."

'Farewell, Slug," Euna says.

Slug watches forlornly as you and Euna leave. You shut the door. You're now back in the hall.

You set foot on the first step down when Euna catches your arm. She pulls you back.

"I don't think we should go down there," she whispers. "The guards will see us."

"So we're stuck in the north wing..."

"Seems like it," she replies.

"Hmm." She pretends to think about it. "I think I'd like that."

"Do you want me to tell you what it is? Or shall I surprise you."

"Surprise, of course."

"Then sit back down and close your eyes."

She does so and relaxes back. A small grin is upon her face.

You kneel over her and aim your dick. Your stream strikes her body.

Euna laughs. "You filthy little man..." She opens her eyes and watches as you move the stream along her body.

As you douse her breasts, she rubs her hands over them to massage your urine in. You cover her belly. When you aim at her crotch, she spreads her legs. Your stream upon her bare slit causes her to shudder. Moving on, you leave its lips glistening. Your stream upon her pussy causes her to shudder. You move on once her pubic bush is matted with urine, with little droplets clinging to the hairs.

Once your stream dwindles, she lies back on the grass and scrutinizes you with narrowed eyes. "I am thoroughly soiled now, thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I suppose I should have foreseen that your surprise would be such a dirty one."

"I think you did."

"I may have had my suspicions."

You both relax a while longer.

You two relax beneath the oak tree.

"That was lovely," Euna says. "I can't believe I'd ever let myself be convinced that this was a sin."

"I needed that," Euna says. "I feel like I need more, honestly, but we can't be here all day, can we?"

"Why not?"

"Don't be silly."

"We could..."

"Ohh," she sighs. "That was exhilarating." She roles over and plants kisses along your collar bone.

For just a while longer, you hold her tight.

Euna dozes for a time, nestled in the crook of your arm. When she wakes, she stretches sinuously and arches her back.

"Sleep well?" you ask.

You roll toward her. As your lips meet, you explore her body. With one hand, you feel along her thigh until it sits upon her ass, and you squeeze. Her leg comes up to wrap about yours and pull you close. It seems she has the same idea. Soon, you're both naked.

The traffic grows until they're crowded so dense upon her vulva and rimrimvulva that there is more ant than flesh to be seen. Euna's breath has turned to short shuddering breaths. Her chest heaves. Though her sex is flowered in arousal, it's slowly sealing back up, as is her ass.However, her ass has been slowly recovering and eventually closes.Though her sex is flowered in arousal, it's been recovering its normal shape since its penetration. This traps many ants within her. Some manage to squeeze through her lips, but not nearly enough. Some, you see, are stuck in her secretions—a likely fate for the ones still inside her.

Euna's holes must be nearly depleted of syrup,The slime along her rim must be nearly cleaned up,Euna's oozing pussy has cleaned itself of the syrup,

because the next time you check, most ants are gone.

Finally, Euna stirs. She stretches long and gazes at you with sultry eyes.

"Sleep well?" you ask.

"Hmm. I had the most enjoyable dream."

"What of?"

"Oh, how you'd love to know. Did I sleep long?"

"A while, but who cares?"

"We shouldn't waste the day here." Euna sits up and quickly notices the few remaining ants. She brushes them away. "Ugh. It must be the daywither syrup. If I'd been here much longer, they might have swarmed all over me."

"Good thing you woke when you did," you reply.

Lightly, you brush the intrepid ants away. For a few right along her sex, you must pinch, but soon you've got all you can find.

Euna wakes some time later. She stretches from her hands above her head to her toes. "How long did I sleep?"

"Not long."

"It's time we got dressed and on our way," she says. "I'm going to make a quick stop by the river." She reaches for her chemise.

Wait for her.

Wait for her.

[Golden shower]: "Before you go, do you want to try something new?"

Snatch away her chemise.

Snatch it away again.

"Don't bother. stay messy."

She pauses. "And why on earth would I ever do that?"

"They don't bite. They don't sting. All they want..." You slide a finger along her slit. "...is to bring some sweet nectar back for their queen."

"A few ants is one thing, but they'll soon bring their friends."

"I expect they will."

"Your strange fancies continue to be a source of amusement." She lets her legs fall open. An ant crawls along her vulva. She watches. More join it. Her legs twitch.

"Enjoying this?" you ask.

"They tickle."

This goes on for a while. The ants come and go. Eventually, over a dozen dot her thighs and groin. "I think that's about enough of that," she says.

"But they're just getting started."

"And yet I'm finished." She stands, brushes a few off. "Perhaps we'll indulge this weird desire of yours another time. I'm going to wash off."

She does not take long.

"You and your strange antics. Very well." Euna lies back and leaves her legs spread. "This isn't exactly relaxing though. I can feel them."

Yet she tries her best. The two of you lie together beneath the oak tree. Ants come and go. Dozens dot her body, particularly her thighs and sex, but when one starts climbing up her neck, she's had enough.

"And enough of that," she brushes them away. "Amusing as this is, I think it's time we got a move on. I'll just be a moment at the river."

She returns shortly.

Between both of you, you soon have all the ants off of her.

"You handled that well," you say.

"You know very well I've handled worse."

"With all the debauchery I've gotten up to with you, this is hardly anything at all."

"I've done my share of gardening at the convent," she replies. "A few ants are always about. I should go clean the syrup from my nethers."

After a quick trip to the river, she returns, and you're both ready to depart.

You two relax beneath the oak tree. After a while, Euna squirms. She sits up and examines her lap.

You sit up with her. "What's wrong?"

"Your ants are back."

A few have found their way onto Euna's thighs and are inspecting her loosened holestender assflowered sex. The anthill they're emerging from is only a pace away, and they're clearly attracted to the daywither syrup dripping from her crotch.

"So they are," you say. "Don't worry. They're harmless."

"I know they are. Doesn't mean I want them on me."

Help her pick them off.

Put more syrup on Euna's crotch.

"They would swarm me!" she says.

"That's what I'm hoping."

A look of resolve comes over her. "Then I will obey."

After a pause, a devilish look comes over her. "This has been a rather disappointing experiment hasn't it?"

"I think so."

Euna sits with the anthill between her legs. Ants come and go from its top. After hesitating, she scoots forward, ramming her crotch against the hill. It collapses, and in seconds, ants pour out of the top. Euna's breath is short as though it's taking an act of nerve to keep herself there.

Thousands swarm onto her. And she takes a shuddering breath as though sinking into cold water. Slowly, she lies back, scooting down to make sure her pussy is in direct contact with the hill. The ants cover her pussy and ass, but the wave is spreading up her belly and down her legs.

"They're going everywhere," she says. "Hand me the syrup."

You do so. Euna scoops out a fingerful and slides two fingers into herself. Her pussy is now saturated with daywither ooze. "That should keep them focused." She wipes her fingers clean on her breasts, and after a thought, she makes sure to apply some to her nipples. "Now we relax."

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she mutters. "They're getting everywhere..."

"Then let's keep them focused, shall we?" Scooping your fingers in the jar again, you slide them into her pussy and make sure it gapes somewhat. The ants there react and investigate. You wipe your fingers clean on her breasts, making sure to get some on her nipples. "Now just relax."

Euna lies back gingerly. Her breath is shallow. You keep watching. The ants keep coming and coming until her crotch is a seething mass. It's as though she has a dense pubic bush again made of glittering, crawling insects.Her pubic bush glimmers from a carpet of shiny black bodies hidden within. A thick stream pour into her fisted holesfisted assstretched pussy.

"I want to slap them away so badly."

"Don't," you say. "Stay relaxed. Keep your holes loose. They're finding their way in now."

She shivers. "I can feel them..."

"Why don't you try getting some sleep."

With a resolute nod, she shuts her eyes.

"It tingles so much. It's taking a lot of concentration not to leap up and run away. They're getting inside me now, aren't they?"

"They are."

"I think I'm going to sleep."

"Really?"

"I'm going to try. It'll give them time. Come. Lie with me. Let them crawl over you as well."

You lay out next to her. A few ants are now as far as her breasts. Some scribble about her neck and disappear into her hair. Yet she keeps her eyes closed.

For a long while, you relax with her, and though she tries, her breath is quickening. The stimulation of thousands of tiny feet upon and inside her erogenous zones is building her arousal.

You're dozing when she suddenly begins to cry out. Her back arches until her butt lifts off the ant hill. Her fingers are buried in the seething mass of ants covering her sex, and she's strumming her clit furiously.

And then she collapses. In time, her breathing returns to normal.

"May I go get cleaned up?" she asks.

"I think so. Our experiment is concluded."

Euna gets up. She steps over you seeming to head toward the river, but she pauses with one leg on either side of her chest.

...And she drops to her knees over top of you. Her groin is teeming with ants, and it's right by your face. A few ants drop onto your body.

"I'm thinking I might sit on you," she says. "Right upon your face. I won't rise until you've buried your tongue in my flower and gotten me off. What would you think of that?"

"I'm not sure. I know I'd try."

She flicks her hand along her belly and splatters you with a dozen ants. You flinch.

"Hmm." She judges you appraisingly, even as ants crawl along her chin. "I think not. You wouldn't last."

"No."

"No. I'm tougher than you. I am the insect queen now." She gets off of you.

"Queen of ants, more like," you say. "There are other insects out there. Scarier ones. Will you be the queen of them all?"

"Perhaps I will."

"I think that concludes our experiment. Don't you think?" she says.

"I think so."

She kneels over the anthill and brushes the carpet of ants off of her crotch. They rain down. "Feeding is over, little bugs. Go home now." With that, she heads toward the river.

It's not long before she returns.

You two relax beneath the oak tree. Eventually, Euna's breaths turn to gentle dozing snores. At some point, she rolls off of you and flat on her back. In her sleeping state, she's completely unabashed of her nudity, and looks like an innocent nymph.

Motion between her legs catches your eye. There are ants on her thighs. They seem particularly interested in the the frothed mess about her worked ass and pussy.mess along the rim of her loosened ass.wetness of Euna's flowered gash. It still has a blue tinge from the daywither slime you used on her earlier.

The ants are tiny. After examining them, you're certain they're harmless sugar ants. These scouts meander along the cleft of her labianavigate through the thicket of her pubic hair and investigate her vaginal secretions. There aren't many right now, but these are just the scouts. Many more are sure to follow.

Brush them off.

Wake Euna.

See what happens.

You dip your finger in the daywither jar and slide them along Euna's slit.

She regards you with a flat look. "This again?"

"They only want a little syrup."

"Is that so? And I suppose it would be too simple to put a few drops on their anthill?"

"I always could" You circle a finger around her clit, then slide it deep within her.

She shudders so slightly to your touch. "You are such a perverted little man. Who would even think of something like this?"

"You're thinking of it now, aren't you?"

"Maybe..." she replies.

"Too bad. Because I'm ordering you to lie back and relax. I want to see what happens."

A sly grin comes over her. Obediently, she lies back. "Yes, my master."

Another level stare. And finally, she lies back. "I'll play your game for now. We'll let them do as they will."

Together, you two relax, and for a long while, neither of you check between her legs. Though she squirms. "I think I can feel them. They're getting inside me."

"What's it feel like?"

"It tickles. But not much. I can hardly feel them."

You sit up, and so does she. There must be near to a hundred ants swarming over her. Deep in her pubic nest they move.They dot her pubic mound like specs of coal. Hardly a coin could be placed upon her labia which wouldn't crush an ant, and occasionally, one will slip into her sexasssex.

"It's so very strange," she says.

"I thought there'd be more."

"It seems not, and I think we played this bizarre little experiment to its end."

"You're right. Let's get them off you."

"...why don't you sit on the anthill?"

"How amusing you are." She flicks one of the ants onto you.

"They're harmless."

"Perhaps we should invite their queen for dinner then." Euna gets the rest of the off of her. She stands and cranes to check herself. I'm going to make a quick stop to the river to clean any I missed. Be ready to leave once I return.Let me stop by the river to wash off any I missed.

She departs and returns shortly.

You nudge her. "Euna. Euna. Wake up."

She stirs, stretches, frowns. Sitting up, she notices the ants swarming her body. "My my," she says. "My little friends are at it again." She lies back. "That would explain my dreams."

"What dreams were those?"

"Pleasant dreams." She slowly undulates her hips.

She seems to doze again. Her body twitches occasionally as the ants gather and explore her both inside and out. Eventually, the swarm subsides.

Euna gets up and gently brushes most of the ants off. She heads off toward the river. "Let's be ready to go once I get back."

She stirs, stretches, frowns. Then suddenly, she bolts upright. "Yah!" She slaps at the ants and clambers away.

"It's okay," you say. "They don't bite."

"They're everywhere." Stark naked, she jumps to her feet and bolts toward the river.

It's a while before she returns. When she does, it's clear she's taken a full bath. Her hair and skin is wet. Her thighs and nethers look scrubbed raw. "That was decidedly unpleasant."

"They were harmless."

"I'd like to see you be so calm when you've got a colony of ants crawling inside you."

"Those ants have good taste," you say. "There isn't a sweeter nectar in the world."

"A cute sentiment, but it was the daywither syrup they were after." She gathers her clothes. "Come, we should get going."

After a few nudges, she rouses. "Hmm?"

"You've got a few ants on you."

She sits up and examines them. "Hmm. so I do. They must be attracted to the daywither syrup." She brushes them off. "Help me get them off, will you?"

"Of course."

"...Why don't you let them stay?"

Ants drink the nectar and then meander home. You rest beneath the shade of the oak and doze a while for yourself.

When you wake, the sun has moved along the sky, and Euna still sleeps. You check in between her legs.

They're swarming.

Countless ants scribble about her thighs and belly, but they're most dense over her sex and along her asshole.anal rim.sex. There's hardly a spot to poke your finger without touching them. They drink of Euna's vaginal nectar and carry globules back for their queen.

More than that, Euna's pussy and ass still gapeass still gapespussy still gapes slightly from her recent fisting, and the ants have found their way inside. Lines of them disappear inside of her.

Euna twitches in her sleep from the tickling. Her legs tremble as though in arousal. In fact, it seems her sex has grown more damp over time.

Wake Euna.

Keep watching.

"Why don't we spend time here," you say.

Euna smiles. "I don't see how I can say no to that."

Together, you find a meadow. The sun shines brightly in the clearing. You two lie together beneath the great oak tree. You speak of idle nothings as you stare at the sky side by side, and time passes.

"It's lovely here," she says. "I still wish to go home, but I'm coming to peace with being lost in this land. I wonder what my life would become should I ever get back, and what it would become should I be lost in this strange land forever."

"Two very different Eunas," you say.

"Yes," she replies, "though you'll be by me to see either way, won't you? For better or worse, I'm stuck with you." She turns her head toward you, a small smile upon her lips.

"It seems you are, Your Highness."

You pull it just out of her reach. Euna halts when she sees what you're doing. She could lunge for it; maybe she'd succeed. Instead, she shrugs. "I see I am to venture to the river nude again."

"Seems so."

"Very well. You're still a little imp though." She sticks her tongue out at you.

Rising, Euna heads off toward the river. As she moves, she peels off her bodice, kicks off her boots, then hops out of her skirt. Without a scrap of cloth left, she strides through the tall grass. Her head is held back high. Her hips sway sensually.

Rising, Euna strides off toward the river without a scrap of cloth on her. Her nude form strolling through the tall grass is a sight to behold. Her head is held back high. Her hips sway sensually.

After she disappears beyond the tree line, you dress. She returns minutes later strolling through the glade as contentedly as before. Her hair is wet, cleansed thoroughly of urine. At the tree, she stands before you proudly and without modesty.

"Lovely," you say.

It brings a smile to her face. "I know I am."

With that, she slips back into her clothes, and you two are ready to depart.

She tosses on her chemise and walks to the river. You relax until she returns, when you both dress and get ready to depart.

Euna scampers off to the river. After she returns minutes later, you're both ready to depart.

"Hey!" She lunges for it, but you dart away. "Give that back."

"I will," you say, "after you've come back from the river."

She latches on to you. Your naked bodies entwine as she gropes for her chemise. You keep it just out of her reach.

"Give it here. This isn't funny," she says, even as she's playfully wrestling you.

Eventually, she pulls away and fixes you with a stare. "You imp."

"It's yours as soon as you come back."

"...After I've walked through this glade fully nude?"

"Is it any different than being fully nude under this tree?"

"It's... I don't know. Flaunting."

"Yes," you grin. "It is."

With a surprise lunge, she tries once more for her chemise, but you're too quick. She finally concedes. "Very well, I'll walk this field." As she heads toward the river, she scoops up your pants and tosses them up into the oak tree. "And you get to enjoy climbing. Bare-bottomed."

Fair enough, but first you watch as she strides through the tall grass. Her ivory skin is like a beacon under the sunlight. She turns to see you watching her, and with a mischievous grin, she slows.

It's no longer a rush to the river, but a sensual stroll. Her hand brushes along the grass tops. She twirls like a ballerina. Her stroll is becoming a frolic, for your pleasure and that of all the unknown eyes that may be upon her. Swaying her hips, she's walking such that the feathered tips of the tall grass are funneled between her legs to stroke sensually along her wet sex. She rolls her head back in enjoyment. Her hands go between her legs and caress upward, over her belly, her breasts, her neck, and finally through her hair, which she fans and shakes wild, embodying the sexual essence of a forest nymph.

Her casual, criss-crossing stroll finally takes her past the forest line and out of view. You climb the tree for your pants. It's simple enough; she didn't toss them high. You're doing up the laces when Euna comes strolling back. She's just as sensual in her return. Her hands stroke the grass. Her head is held high. She's nude and utterly unashamed.

At the tree, she picks up her chemise, but she pauses before putting it on. "Back, at the start of the world, there was a time when men walked as bare as the animals."

"So I've heard."

"I wonder why we all decided to wear clothes. It's freeing to embrace your own body. More so than I imagined." She's lost in thought. "This is how the Lord Father made us. Perhaps we were wrong to don clothes. "

"You can be the first to stop," you say. "Toss aside your clothes and be nude forever more."

She shakes her head. "You'd certainly love that." Her chemise comes on. Next, her skirt. "No. I will not bare myself to everyone. For I must reserve my nudity. Only then can it be a treasure for those who I let gaze upon my body."

"I hope that doesn't mean you'll hide your nudity from me."

"Oh, not from you," she says.

"That must mean you're hiding your body from others, so that your body is a treat for them to see."

"Hmm. I guess it does..." she says.

After dressing, you're both ready to depart.

You sidle close. Hooking her chin, you pull her face to yours and kiss her deeply. She responds with passion, but her arms remain wrapped about herself. You caress her breasts, her legs, her sides. Slowly, you unfold her. Euna's self-consciousness dissolves. Her hands find their way to your body, and she explores for herself.

When she feels your arousal, it finally breaks her. She lies upon the grass. One legs hooks around your waist and pulls you on top, and like that, you're inside of her. Your bodies move in rhythm. Her arms and legs coil about you and pull you deeper within herself.

The vast world around you is forgotten as your joined passion rises to a peak. She cries out and holds you tight. You fill her with warm seed.

Euna smothers your neck and face with trails of kisses. It's a while before she releases you from her grip. You roll off her and stare again at the sky. Euna is basking in the afterglow of sex, unconcerned about her nudity. Your cum leaks between her legs.

"That was lovely," she says. "It's strange acting so unabashed."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"I shouldn't have. What I should do is make myself decent again."

"Or not," you reply.

She pulls on her chemise. "I've already been naughty enough. Wait here. I'm going to freshen myself at the river. Then we should go. We can't waste the whole day here, as pleasant as that might be."

She hurries to the river east of the meadow. When she returns minutes later, you've cleaned and redressed.

Euna covers herself, but she begins to unfold once you've locked lips with her. She gasps as you penetrate her.

Your bodies roll together beneath the solitary oak tree. Her breasts press against you. Her legs pull you close. Her arms cradle you. All bashfulness has been forgotten.

She shudders when you climax inside of her. In the aftermath, she holds you tight. "That was amazing," she whispers. "I might almost say it's better, how exposed we are."

"You like the idea of being seen?" you ask.

"I wouldn't say that, but... I suppose it's the thrill. A bit of fear in my heart seems to stir my passion."

"It's not uncommon."

"So I've heard. Come," she rolls you off of her. "We shouldn't waste the entire day."

Tossing on her chemise, she retreats the river to cleanse herself. When she returns, you're both ready to go.

"Why don't we spend time here," you say.

"Why not?" she says, "Just for a while. It certainly is a pleasant day for relaxing."

You sit and enjoy each other's company, basking in the warm sun and listening to the chirping birds. From where you two are perched, Euna is able to look out at the ocean far to the south. A soothing view, though you know she watches in the slim hope a boat might appear.

The sun moves across the sky. How much time passes is impossible to tell.

"This was pleasant," she says. "In all this worry about being lost, it was nice to just take some time and relax."

"If nothing else," you say, "it was nice to get off my feet for a while."

"Ooh," she whimpers at the thought and massages her calfs. "I know. We do so much walking here. My feet have never known such pain. But alas, we'll waste away the day here if we linger too long. I think it's time we got a move on."

The overhanging canopy of the trees gives away to a glade. Here, the warm sun shines upon wildflowers and tall grass. In the very center upon a knoll is a solitary grand oak.

"It's beautiful here," Euna says. "Have you ever seen anything like it?"

"Not like this."

"I can't believe such a meadow is hidden within this nasty jungle." She sprints through the grass and twirls. Laughing, she turns to you. She looks about and smiles. "It's lovely, like out of a novel, where two lovesick souls would come to share secrets and gaze into one another's eyes."

"They'd come here to do something."

She regards you. "Must you ruin everything? Not everyone is as obsessed with sex as you are."

"My apologies, Your Highness."

Wading through the grass, you move up the hill toward the oak, where you have a clear view of the surroundings.

To the south, the ocean is just visible over the tree line. Mountains are to the north.

You're in the glade. The sun shines on wildflowers. The solitary oak sits upon the center knoll.

Linger here with Euna.

"Why don't we relax here for a time," you say.

"And do what? Nap?" Euna asks. "We're supposed to be finding food."

"I think it's also important we don't stress ourselves out too much either."

"I'll stress less once I know we'll eat tonight. Let's keep moving."

"Oh right," she says. "So I learn not to be so obsessed with cleanliness?"

"Because I've ordered you not to."

"But I'm covered in urine."

"It won't smell after it dries."

"As you wish."

"To prove I'm not obsessed with cleanliness, yes?" she asks.

"That's right."

"And my being doused in urine doesn't already prove that?"

"No. You thought you'd just wash off afterward."

She smells herself. Her nose wrinkles. "Are you serious?"

"It won't smell after it dries," you say.

Very well. I'll skip cleaning up. I hope you will tell me if my stench should become too much for you."

"If it gets to that point, I will."

"Very well."

Euna basks in the sun until she's dry, then dresses.wipes away what mess she can and straightens her skirt.

As she's looking into your eyes, you lean close.

Your lips meet. Tongues entwine. She embraces your face as she rolls her body toward yours. You become lost in the passion. Her taste, her smell, her warmth all envelope you.

Time and again, you break away, but only for moments before losing yourself in another kiss.

Breathy, you pull away and look into each others eyes, faces so close that your foreheads lean against each other. Her eyes search yours.

You run your hand along her thigh. As you pull up, you rake her skirt, exposing her thigh, and then her buttocks. Grinning, she drops a hand down and corrects herself. Next, you run your hand along her belly to the laces of her bodice. When you undo the tie, Euna catches your hand.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"Enjoying the afternoon," you reply.

"You're trying to undress me here?"

"There's no one around for miles."

"Yes, but..." She looks around at the plain and the broad blue sky. "It's so... exposed."

"I know. So what? How is this any different from the altar? We weren't behind closed doors then."

"The altar was hidden, and dark. Here, there could be a hundred eyes watching from beyond the forest. And what if anyone should happen by?"

"And what if they do? You'll make their day."

"You get naked. See how you feel."

Without pause, you peel off your shirt, tug off your shoes, and kick off your breeches. Naked, you lie back down beside her. "Simple. Care to join me?"

After hesitating, she finally shakes her head and unfastens her bodice. "This is most inappropriate," she mutters. Soon, she's down to her chemise. After a few furtive glances about, she pulls it over head, leaving her nude. Immediately, she hides her body by curling her legs to her chest and wrapping her arms about herself. "Happy?"

As you stare back into her eyes, you caress her body. Your hand snakes down and pulls at the waist of her skirt.

Euna lies back and regards you. She does not stop you as you pull her skirt down her thighs. "Why do you enjoy having me naked before the open world so much?"

"Maybe I like to show you off." You remove her skirt, and then her bodice. Finally comes her chemise.

Nude, she covers herself with her hands. "Your turn now," she says. "I shouldn't be the only one."

You're naked soon enough, and you lie down beside her.

You two lie down together, nude, your arm over her shoulder. Her urine-damp skin is wet against yours. Her wet hair drapes along your chest. For hours, you two talk, sharing everything from childhood stories to what you'll do if you two ever get back, and what you'll do if you don't. Sometimes you two simply stare into each others' eyes or kiss. Sometimes, you simply lie together, heads touching, and stare into the sky.

The sun sinks low in the sky.

"It will be dark soon," Euna says. "We should probably head back now."

"Ah, yes," you say. "It seems we've wasted away the whole day."

"I wouldn't say it was wasted," Euna says, "Let me just stop by the river." She hurries away to rinse her body and hair off. When she returns, she dresses quickly and plants a quick kiss on your forehead. "Shall we?"

"I wouldn't say it was wasted." Euna dons her clothing. As do you. Afterward, she plants a quick kiss on your forehead. Euna starts to rise, pausing long enough to place a quick kiss on your forehead. "Shall we?"

Return to camp.

"Keep your mouth open," you say. She does. You drop your breeches and turn your ass to her.

At first, nothing, and then her hands spread your cheeks, and her tongue runs up your crack. Reaching back, you grab hold of her hair bun and press her face in. Her tongue worms inside you.

You strain. A thick column of shit emerges. It slides between Aileen's lips. She tries to pull away, but you hold her in place. Though she chews and swallows, you fill her too quickly, and the column mashes and compacts in her mouth. Even when she retches, you keep pushing.

Finished, you turn to find the young girl's cheeks puffed out by your waste. Her mouth is so packed, her lips can't close, and a broken column of shit sticks out like a candle. She chews, swallows a little, and retches. Her moving jaw causes clumps to drop into her hands.

For minutes, you and Euna watch this slow mastication to the sounds of meaty squelching. The shit in her mouth mixes with her saliva to become a brown sludge. Some dribbles down her chin. A couple drops land on her breasts. With most swallowed, she bites up the slop lying in her cupped hands and begins masticating the final mouthful.

"Don't swallow," you tell her.

Aileen sense exactly what you want. She proffers her open mouth to you. It's filled with brown sludge, and the stench is nauseating.

Grabbing the back of her head, you press into her mouth. Your cock rams clumps of half-masticated shit down her throat. Sludge overflows down her chin and dribbles onto her breasts.

She's unconcerned. After a few of your pumps, she takes over and demonstrates her expert skill. She takes you deep down her gullet and tongues the base of your cock. Her gagging throat clenches your shaft. Her vermillion lip paint has completely disappeared under a coat of brown. Pulling out, she nuzzles your dick. It smears brown along her cheeks. Her eyes peer into yours.

Soon, you're filling her sewer mouth with your seed. She opens up to show the sludge river capped with white cream before swallowing it all down. In time, she eats most of the shit, though she still looks as though she ate a chocolate cake like a dog, and the smell of shit will linger in the chamber all day.

Aileen obliges. With her face aimed high, she lets the last pool of urine sit in her mouth, nearly to the brim. Like that, she waits, unable to move.

Taking hold of her head, you steer your cock down her gullet. Urine spills over her chin and streaks down her chest. She rubs it in before it can drip off her body.

She seals her lips around your shaft and begins to fellate you with expert skill. She alternates taking you down her throat and nuzzling the tip along her cheek. The urine smears her powdered face. Her vermillion lipstick stains your shaft. Her eyes gaze into yours.

You fill her mouth with your seed. She opens to show pearly ropes on her tongue. They float on a small puddle of urine which still remains unswallowed. Then she sends it all to her stomach and grins up at you.

Aileen stops shorts. Her eyes pop as though she can't believe her ears.

"Interesting choice," Euna says. "Proceed, though do be careful not to make a mess of her. She is attending my coronation."

"Of course, Your Highness." You guide Aileen closer to your dick. "I'll make sure she drinks it all."

"Oh, that's so dirty," Aileen says. "Do it!" She sits on her haunches before you, tilts her head back, and opens her mouth. She's ready to be your receptacle.

"Please be careful!" Euna says. "That's my bed. And Aileen, you're going to a coronation in a few minutes."

"Oh, good point," Aileen replies. "Let's make sure it all goes in my belly then. Fill me with your piss!"

And so you rest your cock against her lower lip. Her eyes gaze into yours. Her tongue tickles your tip. Your golden stream fills her mouth. She swallows, and you repeat. One loose trickle spills down her chin. It streaks her bare chest until she stops it by rubbing it into her flesh. Her hands explore downward to between her legs, and soon she's sawing her fingers inside of herself as she swallows mouthful after mouthful.

Soon your stream reduces to a trickle.

"Amazing," Euna says. "You managed to prevent even a single drop from landing on my bed. I'm impressed, Aileen."

Aileen smiles, though her expression is wane. She seems queazy.

Euna cups the cheek of her lady-in-waiting, who's been trying to ignore all this while adjusting the lace on Euna's gown.

"All these past weeks, I've been grooming Sophie here to be my chamberpot, and it seems Aileen is already leagues ahead of her."

Sophie blushes deeply and stares at the ground.

"Maybe you should be my chamberpot," Euna says to Aileen. "And Sophie..." She think. "Maybe she can be yours. ...Or she can be fathers. I'll have to think about it." To Sophie, she says, "My guests need cleaning. Show them what I've taught you."

The timid girl scurries over to Aileen, and after steeling herself, she licks the sludge off of Aileen's cheeks. Their tongues dance together. Then she works her way down to the brown droplets on her breasts. Once she's clean, Sophie begins the arduous task of tongue-cleaning your manhood. Aileen joins her in this. Your hard again by the time you're passable, but Sophie has her orders. She comes around behind you. Her tongue rasps along the streaked mess along your crack. Her job is quick and thorough, and soon she's back to making adjustments to Euna's gown.

The timid girl scurries over to Aileen, and after steeling herself, she licks Aileen's chin clean of urine. Their tongues dance together. Then Sophie works its way down to the rivulets on her breasts. Her tongue lingers on Aileen's nipples a little longer than necessary.

Once she's clean, Sophie turns to you. She tongue-cleans your manhood of all residual piss. Aileen joins her in this. Your hard again by the time you're passable, but Sophie has her orders.

After a quick and thorough job, she's back to making adjustments to Euna's gown.

Aileen looks to Euna. "Did you enjoy the show? My belly is full of your lover's shit." She tilts her ass toward Euna. "Maybe you'd like it tonight once I'm done with it?" piss." She tilts her pelvis toward Euna. "Maybe you'd like your own drink after you're crowned?"

"...yes," Euna looks to you. "If that's what you wish."

"I do wish," you say. "After you're crowned. Aileen and I will bring you back here and use you as our own pot. It'll help keep things in perspective for our new tsaritsa."

"Very well," Euna says, "but please, Aileen, you must get ready. You're both a mess.'

"Fine then." Aileen snatches Euna's pillow again and uses it to wipe her face and breasts. The fine silk stains brown. Cleaned up, she's better able to attend to your messy ass and crotch. By the time she's done sucking matted clumps of shit from the base of your shaft, you're hard again. She sucks you off for a few seconds, gives you a sly grin, and returns to cleaning you with her mouth. You both should bathe, but no visible stains remain.

Aileen examines the brown smeared pillow. After a thought, she places it back at the head of the bed, straddles it, and strains. Her own log of shit slides out and coils upon the pillow. It creates a large, ripe pile. "A little present for afterward," she says.

"Fine then." Aileen uses Euna's cum-stained pillow to wipe the urine off your manhood, and then her face and chest. The fine silk spots with stains. She then resumes sitting on the pillow. Her legs squeeze it tight. Her gyrating hips grind her slit against it.

A dark stain grows on the silk. Aileen is releasing her bladder. Hips grinding, crotch rubbing, she's breathless with pleasure by the time she's empty. The pillow is soaked through. "Ooh, that's better," she says.

Euna watches, dismayed.

You address Euna's lady-in-waiting. "Don't clean that pillow. Euna is going to be sleeping with it just as it is. Understand?"

The young girl nods. She's blushing thoroughly.

Euna's eyes widen. "Are you now? Very well. I did say you could do anything, though in the future I will be more specific. My sister is meant to be used, not loved. So do it. Treat her well, because after today, you will only treat her as a cheap slut who exists only for your gratification."

"Yes!" Aileen says. "Come here." She presses up against you.

"Aileen!" Euna admonishes her sister.

"What?" Aileen replies. "You said we would share everything from now on. You're not going to share the man you love with me? How's that fair?"

"I..." Euna stops. "Very well. Enjoy yourselves."

Aileen looks up at you. "Do it. Make love to me like you do to her."

You pull Aileen into your arms. Her lips meet yours. You fall onto the bed on top of her, and like that, you're inside her. The smallest mewl escapes her lips. Her limbs entangle around you, and you become like one body.

She is her sister in so many ways—her hair, her smell, her skin, the feel of her body against yours. Yet she's different in such inviting ways. She's playful where Euna is mature—even in Euna's lust. She's adorable, relative to Euna's air of radiant beauty. But they share one crucial quality. Despite all the many lover's each have embraced, something more exists right here between you and her. There is love here."

You both look to see Euna watching you. Lust is in her eyes, but so is jealousy.

It becomes clear why Euna plans for you to only treat Aileen as a cheap slut. You will fuck her sister many times to come, just as Euna will fuck so many others. In fact, together, you and Euna may rape, abuse, and humiliate Aileen in every conceivable way, but you won't ever love Aileen the way you love Euna.

...At least not when Euna can see.

Aileen flutters her tongue at Euna and pulls you closer. Euna's cheeks burn with humiliation. She must stand there while you seduce her sister. Her own lady-in-waiting is a witness to her cuckolding.

Yet Euna does nothing, for she still belongs to you. Aileen doesn't know it yet, but she will become your next conquest, and the best part is that Euna will help you bring Aileen into your fold of subservience, regardless of how she feels. Tsaritsa she may become, but in love and lust, she serves you.

It's that thought that brings you to climax. Aileen embraces you as her womanhood embraces your shaft. Breath, scent, and sweat mix together. After all is done, you find yourself reluctant to part from Aileen. Her eyes lost in yours, you see she has the same reluctance, but this moment cannot last forever. You leave her, breathless and sated, and you fasten your breeches.

Aileen pales.

"Enjoy yourself," Euna says.

Aileen perches eagerly before you. "Do it! And don't hold back!"

You shove Aileen flat on the bed and fall on her before she can move. Gripping her hair bun, you press her face to the bed.

You force her legs open and spear into her cunt. Her cries are muffled by the sheet. This rape would hurt her much more if she weren't dripping wet. Her snatch squeezes your shaft as you grind her against the bed.

You glance at Euna. Hungry lust is in her eyes as you violate her sister. Her lady-in-waiting ignores you as best she can. It's only a matter of time before that maid is made victim to acts like this. You'll make sure of it if Euna hasn't already.

Aileen pushes back against you. She's enjoying this now. So pulling out, you redirect your cock against Aileen's asshole and stab. Despite it being lubricated by the guards' cum, the penetration is still dry and painful. Aileen screams. She squirms but you pin her down. She can only clutch the sheets and endure.

After you've filled her bowels with seed, you pull out and leave Aileen just as she is: ravaged and exhausted. Yet in the aftermath of such ugliness, she's writhing her pelvis against the sheets, even as she sniffles.

"Quite good," Euna says. "Now leave Aileen be. She needs to get dressed. Don't you Aileen?"

"Yes, Your Highness," Aileen says, out of breath.

"Your Majesty," Euna corrects. "You might as well start getting used to it."

"Are you two quite finished?" Euna asks. "We haven't much time left, and I haven't even addressed the reason I called you in here."

Aileen sits up. "Okay. okay... He's all yours now."

"About time!" Euna says. "You need to get ready."

"Oh, relax, dear sister. All eyes are going to be on you today, not me. While you're giving toasts at the feast tonight, I'll be out-of-sight and out-of-mind... probably with a few men I've found."

Aileen musters the will to get up. She has a beautiful silk gown which was left crumpled beside the bed. Stepping into it, she pulls it up her body. It hugs tight to her form to just above her breasts. It's wrinkled. Her jewelry is crooked. In a mirror, she makes a half-hearted effort to correct her smeared face paint and mussed blonde hair, but it's a lost cause. The end result makes her seem young, almost childish, but absolutely adorable.

Euna studies her with amusement. "That look suits you," she remarks. "Royal, but wild. I'm sure that gown will be torn and soiled by nightfall."

Aileen beams a smile.

"Oh, of course. Use her however you wish. I only insist that you let me watch."

"Me?" Aileen says.

"Of course," Euna keeps her head high as her lady-in-waiting powders her face. "And he is special to me, so you will do whatever he wants and make sure he's pleased. Understood?"

Aileen nods and kneels before you on the bed.

Euna addresses you. "This is the first time you'll be using my sister, isn't it?"

"It is," you agree.

"Then this will be a treat. One of many to come. What do you think you'll do for your first time?"

You drop your breeches. "I think I'm going to..."

"Yesss!" Aileen rolls down the bed and presents her messy rump to you.

"Right now?" Euna flusters. "Aileen, you must get dressed. We don't have time."

You drop your breeches. "You're the tsaritsa, aren't you? You can make time. Just command the world to wait while I have a turn with your sister."

"I'm not the tsaritsa yet."

"Oh, then I guess you can't order me to stop then." You direct Aileen to your cock. She licks and snuggles it to fill it with life.

"Are you really going to have sex with my sister? Right here before me?"

Aileen pouts. "You've told me so much about the fun you've had with him. It's my turn!"

"And you're going to watch," you say. "And don't touch yourself. We wouldn't want you ruining your finery. You'll have to go out before your countrymen all hot and bothered."

"You're evil." Euna whispers. She remains stock still as her lady-in-waiting works, but her eyes are alight with frustrated lust. "And what are you going to do to her?"

"I'm going to..."

"...make love to her."

"...fuck her like a piece of meat."

"...use her as a privy and relieve myself."

"Do you think you can get through to him?" she asks.

"We'll see." You sit by the bed.

"Good man," Vislav says. "I ordered you to leave."

"I will," you say, "but I have a tale I must tell you about one of your emissaries: a good man named Ivan."

"Yes? What of this man?"

"He traveled to a far away land to broker trade between your tsardom and theirs. He met with their tsar, and also with his wife, the tsaritsa, who was a beautiful woman with the most voluptuous body."

Vislav perks up. "Hmm?"

"When Ivan saw her, he knew right then that he needed to taste of her sweet honey. He cared little about the consequences. As it happens, during his stay in the palace, he had reason to visit the royal physician, and he mentioned to the man how he absolutely must sate his desires with the tsaritsa. The physician made him a proposal. For one thousand rubles, he could get Ivan what he wanted. Of course Ivan agreed, and so the next day, the physician snuck into the servant quarter and poured powerful itching powder into the tsaritsa's drawers. She soon came down with a terrible case of the itches, and the tsar sent for the physician. The physician examined her, and then proclaimed that her itching could only be cured through prolonged exposure to saliva of a man from your tsardom. Of course, the only man who fit that description was Ivan."

Vislav has a far away look. "I... I know this story..."

You keep going. "The tsar summoned Ivan for aid, who declared that he would of course help the tsar in any way he could. The tsar ordered Ivan to help his wife by sucking upon the tsaritsa's sweet flower. Of course, Ivan did, and her itching abated, because the physician had given Ivan herbs to chew on beforehand which acted as the antidote. After hours of treating the tsaritsa, Ivan was satisfied. The next day, the physician came to Ivan and demanded the money he was owed, but Ivan didn't care anymore. He already got what he wanted. So the next day, the physician once again snuck into the servant quarters and—"

"and he poured itching powder in the tsar's underwear!" Vislav laughs heartily. "And the tsar summoned Ivan for another task! I remember this story. When did I hear this?"

"It was at the Summer's Eve Celebration years ago. The banquet was set up in the palace gardens. The table was lined with stuffed ducks and toasted figs."

"Yes! Yes!"

"I performed before the court that day. Afterward, you had invited me to join you and your daughters for bread wine."

"I remember, you old fool. You had your cap and your bells. Your face was painted red and white."

"It was. I told you that story then. You laughed so hard you spilled your wine all over yourself."

"Yes!"

"...And Euna stormed off."

Vislav sobers. "Ah, yes. She did, didn't she? That girl is as beautiful as her mother, but she lost her humor to those sorts of stories. It was my fault. I should never have let my wife's sister take her away. That woman molded my little girl for her own devices. That may be my greatest regret."

"Oh, but Euna has changed, sire."

"She has?"

"Yes. You can ask yourself." You gesture to Euna.

She wipes her eyes and smiles at him. "Hello, Father."

"Euna! My girl."

"Yes. It's me. And I have changed. I've seen through Aunt Margosha's manipulations, and I've banished her from the palace."

"Have you? Good for you, my child. Good for you. I always hoped you would come through."

"Thank you, Father."

He pauses and looks around, searching. "Your mother..."

"She's not here, Father."

There's a glimmer in his eyes. His searching stops, and realization comes to him. "No. She's not, is she?" He looks around his bedroom, at himself, at his hands, and then at Euna." Through his sorrow, he smiles. "You're as beautiful as she ever was, you know that?"

Sniffing, Euna hugs her father. She wipes water from her eyes.

"The tsardom will prosper in your hands," Vislav says. "I know this. Your reign will be as splendorous and remarkable as you are, my sweet child."

Euna clutches him tightly. "Thank you, Father."

Not to be cheated of a good show, you peer through the keyhole into the bed chamber. It has a perfect view of the bed.

Euna is kissing her father. Straddling him, she allows him to pull the hem of her royal gown up, revealing her knees, thighs, and finally her snatch. Vislav explores his daughter, feeling her legs and ass, sneaking fingers along her vaginal folds. Euna shudders.

"Such a lovely body..." He pulls his bedsheets down and pulls up his nightgown, revealing his stiff member pointing straight up from a dense cloud of gray hair. " Sit upon me, my wife. I must be inside you."

"Of course, my husband." Euna sinks down upon him. Both convulse with pleasure. Cradling her arms about his head, Euna rides up and down. Vislav hugs her close. He whispers in her ear as he kisses her neck.

It's touching in it's own perverted way, but only at first. Vislav grows excited. He tears open the bust of Euna's gown. Her breasts spill out, and he greedily sucks them. Grabbing her hips, he takes over by yanking her down upon his cock, hard and swift, while grunting like an animal.

With a final growl, Vislav forces his full length inside his daughter and shudders. Euna cries out and clutches him.

After they've calmed down, Euna climbs off. Vislav whispers something to her. In response, Euna takes his cock into her mouth and cleans him thoroughly.

Afterward, she corrects her gown, excuses herself, and exits the chamber to find you sitting patiently at a sofa.

You sit and wait. Noises come from the other room. Minutes later, everything goes quiet, and Euna emerges, looking ruffled.

She sits with you. Her gown is torn in the front, exposing her breasts, though she makes no effort to cover herself. Bite marks surround her nipples.

"I've never known my father in this way," she says. "He's a whole different person, and it seems your stories about my mother were not exaggerated at all."

"What do you mean?"

"He told me of the things he wanted to do to me, or rather to my mother. They were decidedly improper requests. I've gained much insight into my mother's sexuality." Grinning, she bites her lip. "For whatever time my father has left, I think I'm going to grant as many of those requests as I can. Who knows what else I'll learn?"

Three months pass. During which, Euna spends time every day with her father.

And then the day comes when Euna must ascend to the throne. On the morning of the coronation, the city bustles with activity. The ceremony is to take place in the fields before the palace, where thousands have come from across the tsardom to witness their new tsaritsa—one they've heard so much about recently—and to see if the rumors are true: a Godless slut who spent every night satiating her lusts with every man and woman to come through the palace. a sultry woman who quenched her appetite with her own royal guards. a woman unashamed of her sexuality, who enjoyed dressing provocatively, and openly flirted with others. a woman unashamed of her sexuality, as she made no effort to hide her relationship with you, her most trusted advisor. a humored and cheerful women, who seemed unbothered by rumors about her and you, her most trusted advisor. a down to earth woman with open-minded views toward other religions and cultures. that their chaste, godly tsarivna had grown accepting of all peoples and culture.

The palace is no less hectic. Handmaidens decorate. Royal guards work to secure the palace grounds. Chefs prepare banquets. In the midst of it all, a guard informs you that the tsarivna requests your presence in the royal chambers.

It is there you find Euna before her mirror dressed in an ornate gown of exquisitely patterned silk. She glows with flawless, pristine beauty, her eyes lined black, her lips vermillion red. Her lady-in-waiting tends to her like a buzzing bee. She adjusts Euna's makeup, her hair, and makes corrections to her gown. Euna is left standing with her arms out while her lady-in-waiting decorates her.

"Oh, Sophie?" Euna regards the girl who fusses over her. Her hair is raven black. Light freckles dot her face.

"She came here from one of the court's noble houses." Euna says. "I don't think her family knew what they were getting their daughter into when they sent her to be my lady-in-waiting. They think I'm still a Godly woman who'd teach their daughter Godly ways. I've been teaching her, but quite rather the opposite. Poor girl." Euna strokes the busy girl's hair. "To think she was a chaste maiden when she started just weeks ago. I've already brought her along so far." It's quite an honor for her, even if I haven't been teaching her the chaste and traditional values they're expecting me to."

"She'll do fine," Aileen says. "I can tell she loves this job."

"I should hope so." Euna smiles at Sophie. The girl returns it as best she can.

Nearby, plopped on her bed, Aileen sits waiting. She too is dressed for the ceremony in a luxurious gown and makeup, though neither are nearly as intricate as Euna's. She's already done and just waiting on the tsaritsa to be. And she waves at you frantically when you enter.

Euna does not face her mirror, but rather stands so she may watch her bed, where her sister, Aileen, is having sex with two royal guards. Nude, she's kneeling while the guards have her pressed between them. They're fucking her ass and pussy in unison. Her face is done up in paint and powder just like Euna, but her frolicking has caused it to mess.

You near Euna. "This is quite a scene to walk in on."

"Yes," she agrees. "I've gone all day without a proper rutting. Yet..." She gestures to herself. "I can't do anything about it for all this finery. So my sister has decided to torment me by enjoying herself on my bed where I watch. It's... frustrating."

The guards finish. Each fill her holes. Aileen keeps rocking on their cocks until they lose interest and shove her away. They fasten their breeches. "A good fuck as always," one grunts.

Aileen sits her bare ass down on Euna's pillow and eyes the men. She's still hungry and feisty. "If you see any other guards about, send them this way."

"There's no time," the guard says. "I just remembered why we came in here." To Euna, "Your Highness. The coronation is ready to begin. We await your word."

"Thank you," Euna replies. The guards leave.

"Awe," Aileen pouts. "And I was just getting started." She makes do with squeezing Euna's pillow between her legs and dry humping it with her messy crotch.

Euna does not face her mirror, but rather stands so she may watch her bed, where her sister, Aileen, is currently copulating with two royal guards.

She's on her hands and and knees. and completely nude, except for her glittering jewelry and her makeup.

One guard was behind her with a firm grip on her hips, and he roughly yanked her back upon his erect manhood. He's spearing her ass. The other guard kneels before her. He's got a handful of her hair, which he's using to force her mouth down upon his cock. Smears of Aileen's vermillion lip paint line his shaft. Her choked tears have created streaks in the white powder upon her face.

Euna watches passively as these men use her sister like a cheap tramp. Her austere persona is in contrast to the scene on the bed.

You near Euna. "This is quite a scene to walk in on."

She whispers back. "Yes. I so badly need a proper rutting. Yet..." She gestures to all her finery. "All morning I've been getting ready. And I won't be free until after the coronation, so I've had to enjoy my sex vicariously by ordering my guards to molest my dear sister."

One after another, the guards finish. One pumps her ass full of seed. The other holds her head down on his cock while he fires off down her throat. Finished, they push her aside and do up their breeches.

"Thank you, Yer Highness," they say to Euna. "It was most kind of you. Your sister is quite a treat."

"Of course," Euna replies. "You and all the guard have put in such effort for the coronation. In fact, if all goes well, take Aileen to the barracks tonight. All the guards deserve a reward. Use her as you wish."

The men grin. Aileen's eyes go wide hearing about her new plans tonight. She was still recovering her breath and unable to protest, if she'd even bother.

After the guards leave, Aileen sits up and wipes her mouth. Her cosmetics are mess. Her hair, which had been done up in a bun, is ruffled with errant strands about, yet she still smiles upon seeing you.

"Oh yes," She revolves toward you. "First, how do I look? What do you think?" she asks, gesturing to herself. She continues revolving in place to give you the full effect. Her lady-in-waiting never stops working.

Her dress reaches the floor, but it leaves her back and shoulders bare, and it dives down her front so much that her navel is nearly exposed. Her breasts seem they might spill out with one wrong move. The fabric itself clings to her body, showing off every curve and crevice.

Her dress is as any regent would wear, though the neck dives down her front, showing ample cleavage. It's scandalous for what she might have worn once.

Her dress is as any regent would wear. Its fine silk reaches to the floor, but it's tight enough to accentuate her curves, and it shows her shoulders. Her lips are painted vermillion red, not something royalty would normally do, especially royalty with a Nimic background.

"I love it. You look beautiful."

She twirls. "This is the traditional outfit worn by tsarivnas during their coronation, but I've made some alterations. You don't think it's too much, do you?"

"Not at all. Thousands have come from across the realm today to see their new tsaritsa. They should see what kind of ruler they're getting."

"You're right. Of course you're right. Thank you." She turns to the mirror and smiles, but only briefly. "It feels wrong though. My father still lives. He is their tsar."

"Everyone has agreed that your ascending the throne now is best for the tsardom," you say. "Many kings have passed on the throne to their children while they still yet lived."

"I know..." she says.

"Even Father agreed," Aileen says.

"But he knows not what he says."

"Which is all the more reason why you should take the throne now and allow him to spend his last days in peace," you add. "You're already running this tsardom. The only difference between now and tomorrow is you'll finally be able to issue edicts."

"I suppose so," Euna says. "Speaking of, I've been putting a lot of thought into what sort of reign I plan to have."

"And what have you decided, Your Highness?"

You enter Euna's chambers only to find that Euna is not is getting ready at all. She's laying upon her bed. Her coronation dress—a beautiful white gown—is bunched up around her waist. A royal guard is between her legs, hammering his cock into her cunt. Another guard is behind him, waiting while slowly rubbing his hard cock.

She doesn't see that you've entered the room, because her sister, Aileen, is squatted over her head. Her dress is bunched up as well, and she has her snatch pressed to Euna's mouth. Euna has her arms wrapped about her sister's thighs, pulling her down on her face. Her legs are wrapped about the guard, pulling him in.

Nearby is Euna's Lady-in-waiting, Sophie—a young woman with raven black hair. Hands clasped, she waits by her mistress patiently, though she watches Euna with furtive interest.

The guard groans and slumps over Euna. After catching his breath, he backs away, and the other guard steps on and take over fucking Euna.

Aileen notices you. "Oh, hello!"

"Hello," you say.

"We'll be done... soon," she says breathlessly.

"Take your time."

Aileen hardly hears you. She focuses on riding her sister's face. She grows more excited and grinds herself against her sister. With a shudder, she mewls in pleasure, then falls back and sits her bare ass on Euna's pillows.

The second guard shudders and fires his load into Euna. He stumbles back and refastens his breeches. Euna lays panting on the bed.

"Aren't you supposed to be getting ready?" you ask.

"I needed something to calm my nerves," Euna sits up and addresses the guards. "Thank you, kind men. I needed that."

They grin. "Always here to serve, Your Highness."

"Run along now," Euna says. "Perhaps after the ceremony, I'll come down to the barracks, and the rest of you can help calm my nerves as well."

"Oh!" Aileen pipes in. "I'd like to come!"

"And her too," Euna says.

"We aim to please." The guards bow and depart.

Sophie steps forward with a rag and tries to clean Euna's cum-soaked snatch. Euna bats her away and stands.

"But Your Highness," Sophie pleads. "You'll stain your dress. The coronation is in a few minutes."

"It's fine." Euna corrects her gown. It's made of transparent silk which shows Euna's lovely body beneath as well as her lack of any underwear. "I should be crowned with seed running down my thighs. It's fitting."

"Yes, Your Highness." Though this doesn't stop Sophie from correcting Euna's hair and wiping away the glistening juice covering her face.

"Enough of that," Euna bats her away again. "Go inform the guard that I'll be down momentarily."

"Yes," Sophie hurries from the room.

"I did, didn't I?" Euna eyes her father. With a smile, she leans and kisses him deeply. His hands explore her body.

Vislav spots you again. "Leave!" he bellows.

You bow and hurry toward the door.

Euna grins at you before you shut the chamber door.

You're in the solar—a sitting room which is still part of the royal chambers. As such, no one else is here. Through the door, you can hear muffled noises.

Wait patiently.

Spy through the keyhole.

The opulence of the royal chambers are unlike any you've seen before. As a fool, you were never allowed near this part of the palace, but now that Euna has granted you peerage before the court, it violates no customs when Euna brings you along with her to visit her father.

Tsar Vislav is a sad sight since you've last saw him. He lies upon his massive bed, propped up by pillows, dressed in a nightgown instead of his usual splendor. He seems older now than you ever remember. His hair which last had remnants of his old blonde, is now completely white. His beard is long and unkempt, and his skin pallid.

"Who's there?" he calls as you and Euna enter. "Is it supper already?"

Euna comes around the bed and sits beside him. "No, Father. It's me." She hugs him quickly and kisses his cheek.

Though confused, he looks upon her and smiles. "Oh, my Lord. It has been so long since I've seen you so beautiful. I've been calling for you for ages. Wherever have you been?"

"I've been on a fantastic journey, Father. I ran away from home because I was afraid of my responsibilities, but I've returned, and I'm ready. I've learned so much about the world."

"That sounds wonderful, Dear. You should take me with you next time you go. I've hardly been outside apart from the gardens. We'll take the horses, yes? A nice long sojourn. The tsardom can survive without me for a week, don't you think?"

"That would be lovely."

"And we should take Euna with us. You know how much she loves the horses."

Euna's smile falters.

Her father continues. "I thought perhaps I might gift her one of my prize stallions. She's old enough now that I think she could handle the responsibility. I hope Sweet Aileen doesn't grow jealous. Maybe it's time we have Mirco give her lessons? It will give the girls something to do together."

Euna looks upon her father sadly. She motions you closer. "He thinks I'm my mother," she says.

"Who is Mirco?" you reply.

"He was a soldier of my father's court, and a good friend. He'd retired to help care for the royal horses. It was he who taught me how to ride, but he passed nearly ten years ago."

"It seems your father is stuck in the past."

She nods somberly. "My sister warned me of this. He's grown much worse since I've been gone. He calls for my mother all day, thinking she's still alive. His heart breaks each day when she doesn't come. I should have been here."

"No," you say. "You would not be the woman you are today if you had not taken your journey. You'd still be Margosha's pawn. What do you think your father would have wanted?"

Euna considers this and nods. She looks upon her father, the poor man is hardly aware of this exchange before him, save for seeing the sad smile upon Euna's face.

"What's wrong, Dear?" he asks.

"Nothing is wrong," Euna replies. "I'm just happy to see you again. I've missed you."

"Come here." He holds his hands wide. Euna scoots over and embraces her father. He holds her warmly. "I'm always happy to see you too, Yelena." He smiles at her. His hand slips down to rest on her bum. He looks at you. "Leave us. I wish time with my wife."

Euna grins patiently. Reaching back, she pulls his hand up to rest on her back. "Father, it's me, Euna. Your daughter."

He frowns, hurt. "Are you angry with me, Yelena? Please don't be. It's been so long since I've seen you. I was worried I'd never find you again."

"No, Father. I..." She sighs, turns to you, dismayed.

"He is lost in his world," you say.

"I should stop. This is upsetting him. I only wish for him to be happy."

"How about if I try?"

"Then play along. Seeing his wife makes him happy."

"Perhaps you're right," she says. She looks back upon her father and smiles. "Don't worry. I'm not angry with you."

"Good," her father replies. "Because it would break my heart if you were. You'll never know the true depth of my love for you."

"I love you too." Euna embraces him closely again.

Vislav's hands again creep down Euna's back to rest on her ass. He grins at her suggestively. "How long has it been since we've showed our love for each other, hmm? It feels like much too long to me. Join me in bed, my dear." He squeezes her ass.

Euna startles. "I think this role-play might get a little intimate if I keep this up."

Euna startles and pulls away. "This isn't working," she says.

"Then we should stop. Maybe I can help him see the truth."

"Then it gets intimate. You did say you wanted to make him happy."

Damien's men are already nearly done loading the boat by the time you both return the next day. He hardly has any time to address either of you, other than to have a crew member show you to your cabin. After depositing what few belongings you both own, Euna returns to the top deck to watch as the men load the ship.

"I think I'll miss this place," she says.

"The cove?"

"This land. I learned a lot about myself here. I shudder to think about who I was before. I hope I never go back to being that person. A part of me is worried I will once we're back home."

"You won't. You're you now."

"And what if Ruthgar doesn't accept the person I've become? It's such a proper tsardom. Maybe I don't belong there anymore. Maybe I was meant to stay here, the place of my awakening. I've been happier here than I ever have been in my entire life."

"Are you having second thoughts?"

"I am," she says. "I couldn't be the person I am here back home."

"Why not?"

"Because it's a different world. This place is free and accepting of the sexual being I've become, and I love who I am now. Back home though, they won't accept who I've become."

"But you'll be the tsaritsa. You're the one who decides what is and isn't acceptable."

"I guess we'll see," she says.

The men finish loading the boat. Damian comes aboard, nods to each of you. "And if you'll open the gate," he says. "we'll be off."

Nodding, Euna turns to look to the mouth of the cove, where the great leviathan still floats. A moment of silence, and the ponderous beast stirs. Its mass disappears beneath the surface. The passage out of the cove is open.

In the morning, Euna is already up and about. She's collecting everything together in preparation for the trip home.

"Good morning," she beams a smile at you. "Your breakfast is ready. Eat quickly, I want to get a move on soon."

You eat while she packs. In time she finishes.

"I think I'll miss this place," she says.

"You will?"

She nods. "I learned a lot about myself here. I shudder to think about who I was before. I hope I never go back to being that person. A part of me is worried I will once we're back home."

"You won't. You're you now."

"And what if Ruthgar doesn't accept the person I've become? It's such a proper world. Maybe I don't belong there anymore. Maybe I was meant to stay here, the place of my awakening. I've been happier here than I ever have been in my entire life."

"Are you having second thoughts?"

"I am," she says. "I couldn't be the person I am here back home."

"Why not?"

"Because it's a different world. This place is free and accepting of who I've become, and I love who I am now. Back home though, I won't belong. They won't accept who I've become."

"But you'll be the tsaritsa. You're the one who decides what is and isn't acceptable."

"I guess we'll see," she says.

It's a short walk to the cove. Everything is business is usual today. The leviathan is gone, though Euna promises it's lurking just beyond the cove. Damien is at the docks. His men are packing a galley for a trip. He waves you two over.

Others are with him. A weathered old man dressed in finery leans against a walking cane. He studies you two with interest as you approach. A stout woman dressed in a tight-fitting tunic stands by with hands on her hips. Both of these people are pirates, and likely captains from their fine attire.

"And the clever two arrive," Damien says.

"Are we ready to leave?" Euna asks.

"We are. Full crew. Supplies for a trip there and back, with a little left over for some high seas fun once we're there."

"Hmm. Piracy in Ruthgar?"

"Ruthgar's trader ships are quite worth an extended stay if I recall. It is a three month journey each way. It'd be waste just to turn around once we got there."

Euna's eyes narrow. "Very well. Then we shall be off." She moves to board the ship. He intervenes.

"Hold on," he says, barring her way. The old man and the woman approach.

"Is something wrong?" Euna's hand moves to the jewel about her neck.

He sees this and grins. "There's no need for that, dear lady. I said I would take you there, and I will... if you still wish. But first I have a proposition." He gestures to the two behind him. "I'd like you to meet Rose and Klaus. Of the five pirate lords of the cove, they are the only other two who are present, besides me. However, only three are need to accept others into our fold. Rose? If you'd please."

The stout woman steps forward and presents an ornate box. She opens it to reveal two emblems upon a bed of velvet.

"You... want us to become pirates?" Euna asks.

"Stealing from the sorceress is not an easy feat," Damien says. "There isn't another pirate on this cove would could dare that. It was an act of thievery that I doubt anyone else here could manage."

"Not to mention that was quite a show you put on last night," says the old man, presumably Klaus.

"We've welcomed others into our cove for far less," Damien continues. "We'd be remiss if we didn't welcome you in. So how about it? Will you be the master of the leviathan and help take this cove to greater power? And you," he turns to you. "a true master thief. I can already tell you have the makes of a pirate lord. And you a pirate queen," he says to her.

"Oh my..."

"Come on, girl," says Rose. "There aren't enough women here. From what I've heard, you know how to handle these pirates the way they like to be handled." She leans close. "Think of all those men. All for you."

Enticed, Euna bites her lip.

Euna stares at the woman, bewildered.

"Think about it," Damien says. "A pirate queen with hundreds at her command, to do whatever you wish. That is your future."

Euna ponders this a moment before looking to you. "What do you think? We've come so far to get home, but..." She bites her lip. "Maybe we were meant to stay. I'm happy in this world. Accepted."

"Then we shall stay. And you will become the sultry queen of the pirates."

"You have a tsardom waiting for you. Ruthgar will accept you for who you are now. We'll make it accept you."

And so you two become a pirate queen and lord.

This alternate ending will be filled out much more in the final draft. I recommend backing up and choosing the other option.

"Months of nothing but anal sex," she ponders.

"Except from me," you say.

"Hmm, might be risky. All it would take is one foolish lad to disobey my order and plunge his rod into my flower for me to conceive to the wrong man. Or perhaps I'll lose myself in a moment of ecstasy."

"In which case, it will be up to chance. We'll never know."

"Then perhaps we should strap a large phallus into your cunt to keep anyone from getting any ideas."

"Perhaps we should have the royal surgeon sew your cunt closed after I fuck you."

"Then I'll just stuff your cunt with waste after I fill you with cum. That'll deter them."

"Oh, you're right!" Her eyes alight with wonder. "My! That would be months where the only sexual release I can get besides from you, is from those animals. I accept that challenge."

"Will I alone be enough for you?"

"Of course not." She thinks. "Do you suppose I should have the dogs brought into my private chamber for me to enjoy?"

"No one would get to see their debauched ruler if you did that."

"No," she says, "but there might be a certain fool watching me from behind my bedroom mirrors."

"I'm certain there will be, and perhaps a servant or two, but I also like the idea of you on your hands and knees in those filthy kennels."

"Ooh," she says. "The kennel masters would bring dog after dog in to mount me."

"Until your knees are bruised and your cunt is raw."

She shivers. "Yess, and my ass."

"How about the horses?" you ask. "I don't think you can ever have them brought to your chambers."

"No." She bites her lip in thought. "I'll come to them in the stables. I think I'll have a carpenter build me a rack to better enjoy them."

"How will the rack work?"

"Just something that I can lay upon that the horses can easily mount to penetrate me. It will be adjustable, and comfortable, and safe of course."

"Sounds like quite a set up for just a few months."

"Why not? I might be using it off an on for years to come."

She grins. "And even if it were for just a few months, it will be worth it if I'm going to be in there for hours. My father has two dozen horses. I'd like to see if I have the stamina to take them all in one sitting."

"Two dozen! Euna, you'll pass out before that many horses could fuck you."

"Then all the more reason to have a rack to lay upon."

"Fair point."

"Oh, I will, will I?" she asks.

"Yes. The father will be a complete mystery. This is the only way a debased whore like yourself should have a child."

"You're right," she says. "I shouldn't have it any other way. I'll talk with the royal messengers. We'll have an announcement throughout the tsardom to let them know when their tsaritsa is in heat. Anyone at all may show up to spill their cum inside me."

"That may bring thousands," you warn.

"Certainly, but didn't I'll have no way of knowing exactly when the tonic will wear off, and even after once my womb quickens, it will take many weeks before I show signs. So I'll have time to treat anyone who comes. I might have to block off months for this." She thinks about it. "That will be day after day with me laying upon my back in the great hall. A line of people will coming into the palace. One after another, I'll take them within myself and know them. Sophie will have to wipe my snatch clean between every few men."

"You're taking this quite seriously," you say.

"If I am the great Queen of Whores, I must accomplish great whorish feats. I will be a legend. Thank you for giving me this idea. It is obviously what I'll do." She pecks you on the cheek, and turns toward the door to wait for the coronation.

"I wonder," she muses. "Shall I stop the fucking at night to rest, or should I never stop the fucking and just take a tonic so I can sleep through it?"

"As many as possible," you remind her.

"Of course. Your right. The men can violate my unconscious body."

"You will be a legend."

"And I have you to thank for showing me this way." She leans over and kisses you upon the lips. You embrace one another.

"Good," she says. "It delights me to think that some day, the ruler of this tsardom will be the child of a fool."

"When do you plan to have the child?"

"Soon, probably, though it will be many more weeks before Fira's tonics wear off. I don't know when exactly that will be, so we may have to try for a while. It may be a long stretch of time before I conceive."

She hugs you fiercely. It seems an eternity before she finally pulls back, only to kiss you with equal ferocity.

"Thank you," she says. "I was hoping you'd agree."

"Of course I would. Though I hope you don't expect me to take any of your power in ruling the tsardom. I know sod all about politics."

"I will still rule as the tsaritsa," she says, "but my responsibilities will be so much easier to bear having you by my side... and sharing my bed at nights. I love you so much."

"And I love you."

"A tournament?" Her eyebrows rise.

"Yes. A grand tournament that will test men's strength, guile, and prowess."

"That is... an amazing idea," she says, nodding. "The father would be an excellent specimen to father the tsardom's future heir. We'll send an announcement far and wide, so that the best champions and bogatyrs from all the realm will attend."

"The contests will be the most difficult," you add. "The tournament will last for weeks. Only the best of the best will succeed."

"Yes. And the winner will share my bed for a month, or until my womb quickens.He may take me whenever and however he wishes in that time." Her eyes alight. "This is absolutely what I'm going to do. It only makes sense! The strongest seed should continue the line of rulership. Thank you. Your council is most wise."

"Though I wonder," she says. "What if the tournament ends with a tie, and more than one man makes it through."

"That's easy. One final contest. A race to your womb. All winners will share your bed. They will all take you whenever and however they want until your womb quickens. The man with the most virile seed will win."

She grins. "But of course. It would be a most vigorous competition. You're just filled with good ideas."

"You're welcome, Your Majesty. It's why I'm here."

"You're here for more than just your council," she says, pulling you close.

You kiss deeply, your bodies entwining.

"I guess we'll find out," she says. "I may make you do awful things to keep from getting bored"

"Anything you wish is my command."

"You say that," she says, "but I am much more imaginative these days."

"You may have to do awful things to me to keep me from getting bored."

"Things you can't possibly imagine."

You pull her close. Her leg curls about your hip. Your lips meet.

"You'd be okay with that?" she asks.

"What kind of harlot would you be if there wasn't some question as to your children's true father?"

"I suppose you're right," she grins. "Though I will try my best to control myself. I really do want your child."

"Then we'll see what happens." You pull her close. Your bodies entwine as you kiss deeply.

She moans, pleasured at the idea. "How large of a phallus?"

"A very large phallus."

"Until my lips are stretched to their limit?"

"Thicker. I plan to stick a post inside you, thicker than your leg."

"Oh, my!"

"And the straps to hold it in will be at its base, so you'll have to take its full length."

"How large will it be?"

"I'm thinking at least a foot and a half. Maybe two feet."

Her eyes widen. "That'll have it jutting out of my stomach."

"With a cunt like yours, it's the only way to be safe."

"And these straps holding it in?" she says. "They'll be locked in place about my hips?"

"You'll have to wear it night and day. Only I'll have the key. And I'll take it off only to fill you with more of my seed. Then it goes right back in."

"You must realize my cunt will be a cavern when you sleep with me. Your cock won't even reach the walls."

"Your cunt will be a prolapsed mess, I'm sure. Perhaps I'll have you rest on your shoulders and stick your crotch the air. I'll pull your snatch wide and masturbate myself into your cavern."

"You could reach in with your arms and massage your seed directly to my cervix."

"Yes. I think I'll do that, and then I'll ram the phallus right back inside you. It's to stay in at all other times."

"Ooh," she says, smiling. "Night and Day... That will make public appearances most uncomfortable if I have that beneath my dress. I wonder just how many months it will take before I conceive."

"We'll find out," you say.

"But what a fun stretch of time that will be," you say.

"Indeed," she pulls you close. "Night after night. A fool will sneak into my room and invade my bed. How scandalous." She kisses you.

"Sounds painful."

"It will be."

"And I suppose I don't conceive immediately?" she asks. "If I need you to fill me again?"

"I'll cut the stitches and fuck you, then the surgeon will sew you back up."

"Oh my! It's certainly not a half-measure, is it?"

"It's the only way to keep you safe from yourself."

"You're right. It's the only way. I'm liable to let any man fuck me otherwise. It will become so painful though."

"Yes, it will, and perhaps to be safe. We should keep your stitches in even after you conceive?"

"Why?" she asks. "No one could risk my conception then."

"No reason. Maybe I just want to see you nine months pregnant with your cunt stitched closed. Or maybe I just won't want to bother cutting the stitches. I'm sure they'll come out somehow while you're giving birth."

Her eyes widen. "Are you saying I should burst the stitches by pushing the child through them? That might tear my vagina apart."

"Maybe, but I'd like to see that."

She bites her lip, enticed. "Would you. hmm? Then I will do just that." She shivers. "I can only imagine the pain. There will be so much blood. Maybe I'll even die."

"Maybe, but I want you to do it anyway."

"Then of course I'll do it. I love you."

"And I love you."

You both embrace.

She looks at you, confused. "No? Why?"

"So no one will ever question who is the ruler of the tsardom. There will only be you, and your reign. Just as it was with your grandmother."

"But I still must produce an heir. Do you suggest I do so out of wedlock?"

"You will have to."

"I may be adopting a more tolerant view of Nimel's will, but that is still rather improper, and it sets a bad example."

"Your path of royalty has always meant that you would need to stray from Nimic custom. And so long as you stand alone upon the throne, you can exert Nimel's will unchallenged by any consort or politics."

"This is quite something to think about," she says, but her sly grin returns, "but if—if—I choose to do this, I would still need to produce an heir."

"That you will."

"There will be many among royals and nobles who will wish to be the father of that heir."

"Most certainly."

"But perhaps that someone will turn out to be a certain new dvoriane of my court whom I have come to love and trust..."

"If the deed should fall to that man," you say, "it would be the greatest honor of his life."

Euna embraces you dearly. For that one moment, time stands still.

"It might take months before I conceive. Are you suggesting I spend all that time with waste packed inside me?"

"It's the only way to be sure no one gets any bright ideas."

"Hmm," she thinks about it. "That will get truly messy. Night and day... Even if I wear a cloth, it will begin to seep out of me."

"So it'll have to be replaced often."

"I suppose it will," she agrees. "And if filling me with your cum once doesn't do the trick?"

"Then you'll have to empty yourself out as best you can so I can fill you with more."

"And then you'll stuff me back up?"

"There will be no other way."

"Apart from just trusting me not to fuck any men?"

"Do you even trust yourself?"

She grins. "No, I guess I don't. A debased slut like myself is liable to lose her self control around men. Stuffing my cunt with waste is the only way."

"And just to be extra sure," you say. "We should make sure that the waste is as disgusting as possible—to discourage even the perverts. The waste should be old, nasty sludge, preferably filled with maggots."

"You're right. It should. I'm sure we'll find a suitable sample laying around in the palace cess pit."

"And I think," you add, "that even after you conceive, you should go ahead and keep your cunt stuffed all through the pregnancy."

"Yes, right through to the birth," Euna says. "I'll push our child through my sewer of a cunt. It will be born into shit." She shivers.

"I can only imagine how disgusting your snatch will become by the end of this."

"We'll find out," she says. "I'm sure it will itch, and weep, and ooze."

"It will be truly disgusting."

"Yes it will," she says. "Lord, am I sick."

"And I hope you never change."

You both embrace.

"Ehem." The cough comes from the palace chaplain, who stands nearby. Having your attentions, he bows. "They're ready to begin, Your Highness."

"Thank you," Euna replies. "Let's get this underway then."

She sets off to stand before the people of her tsardom.

"I'm not going to rest until this tsardom is just as sexually liberated as I am. We'd be far better off if we were like Cockaigne, unashamed of our sexual urges. It's time for stuffy religions like Nim to fade away, and for people to love each other instead of some hypocrical Lord who judges us for our own desires. Our people will be free to seek whatever carnal pleasure they wish. No taboo will be frowned upon."

"Oh, my," Aileen says. "You make it sound like you're going to turn the tsardom into one giant orgy."

"Maybe I will," Euna says.

"That's amazing!"

"I've decided to encourage the people of our tsardom to stop being ashamed of themselves. Nim religion has had too much to say about our lives. We must stop being so repressed!"

"I love it!" Aileen says. "It's just what I hoped you'd say."

"I will not spread the word of Nim as I once swore I would, not as my aunt and the Grand Duke Dmitri Vasilyevich would by spreading hate and intolerance. Instead, I will encourage the older ways of Nim, the ones that are accepting of others. Women will no longer be forced into marriages. Non-human species will no longer be hunted just for being who they are. I will make Ruthgar a tsardom of acceptance.

"Father would be so proud," Aileen says.

You step up beside her. "Perhaps it's time."

"What do you think?" she asks.

"Beautiful," you reply.

"But everything looks okay?"

"Everything looks fine."

A guard knocks and peeks his head inside "Your Highness, we are ready to begin whenever you are."

"Thank you," Euna says.

The soldier nods and departs.

Euna steadies herself with a deep breath.

"Shall we go," Aileen asks.

"Very well," Euna takes one final look in the mirror. "I suppose I should head down now. Come." She strides from the room. You and Aileen follow her through the palace to the great hall before the ceremony field. An announcer declares her presence, and the countless nobles applaud her coming.

Last minute preparations take place. During this time, all nobles, including Aileen head out to sit in their proper place before the ceremony begins. You move to do the same, but Euna catches you.

"Stay with me. For now." She glances out the great hall doors to the seething masses beyond, all here to witness her.

"Nervous?"

"A little. Silly, I know. All I need to do is repeat the vows and accept the crown."

"It's not silly," you say. "This is no small thing, but you'll do fine. The people did not come here to judge you. They came to witness their beautiful new tsaritsa."

She smiles briefly. "It's strange. For the longest time I knew this day would come, but I always thought it would be different."

"How so?"

"I thought Margosha would be by my side."

"I'm glad that's not true."

"Me too, but there are other things. I thought this day would come much later, and that my father would rule for longer. I had hoped my mother would still be here as well."

"I know that wherever she is, she's proud of you."

"I hope so." She grabs your hand and squeezes. "I hope they're okay with the changes I plan."

Her hand stays in yours as she waits for the signal to begin. You're both alone apart from a few guards in the far corners. She looks at you and smiles broadly.

"I'm glad you're here though—by my side. I hope you always will be."

"Forever, Your Highess."

She pulls you close and kisses you, long and passionately. Your breath intermingles. Your bodies press together. When she pulls away, she's slightly breathless, though she keeps her lips just inches from yours.

But her smile fades. She turns to face you fully.

"There's something I wanted to talk to you about," she says.

"Right now?"

"It's been on my mind. I've been thinking about this ever since we got back."

"What is it?"

"I could be an unwed tsaritsa, but I don't have to be. I still have a responsibility to my people."

"An heir..."

She grins. "Someone must be the lucky man."

"Me?"

Her grin widens.

"You would have me be your consort?" you ask. "Why?"

"Because I love you, of course."

"But I am just a court fool."

"As though I care about that," she says. "And if you wish not to be my consort, that doesn't mean you can't still be the father of my children. It is what my grandmother did after all."

"You are not a fool any longer. You are a dvoriane of my court, and it would be perfectly acceptable. What do you say, Sir? Will you sit by my side as I rule this tsardom? Will you be the father of my children?"

"I would be honored to sit by your side as your consort."

"I don't think you should marry me, or anyone."

"I will always be by your side, but you should be a tsaritsa that never marries."

"I'm patient," you say.

"But am I?" she says. "I'll have to avoid sleeping with other men in the meantime, which means I'll actually be faithful to you. How will I'll survive with a single sex partner."

"Nonsense. Everyone else will simply get the pleasure of your ass."

"You wouldn't have to abstain the palace horses, or the palace hounds."

"Surely I can keep you sated for a few months."

She looks at you, confused. "No? Why?"

"Because it would only get in the way of your fucking whoever you wish."

"You have a point, but as long as you'll always be there for me."

"You should rule uncontested, just as your grandmother did. Marriage is a Nimic custom which you shouldn't feel obligated to follow. Besides, it's not like we wouldn't be having sex anyway."

"That's fair point, but I want you to promise to always be by my side."

"Of course I will. I will protect and serve you until my dying day."

A mischievous grin comes over her. "Maybe... I will give you my father's room. "

"Your father's? Won't that be your room after today?"

"No. I'll be moving into my mother's old room. It is more appropriate for a woman. My father's chambers make sense for you. It's closest, so you can best protect me."

"Ah, I see."

"...and didn't you once tell me about a certain secret passage?"

"Oh yes," you say. "The one your father used to spy on your mother."

"Of course, you are forbidden to use such a thing to spy on your tsaritsa, even if I'd have no way of ever knowing, and despite all the sordid acts I may perform within my chambers."

"Of course not. You have my word."

"Your words as a noble?"

You think. "How about my word as a fool?"

"Good." She grows serious again. "But even if I'm going to be a tsaritsa that never marries, I must still produce an heir..."

"And you will fuck as many strangers as possible when you're fertile."

"And I will happily be the father of that heir."

"So you will host a tournament. The winner will get to be the father of that heir."

"Then we'll wait here," she says. "A patrol should be by soon."

"Very well." You take a seat by the side of the road. Euna sits by you. After a few minutes, she begins raking her fingers through her hair. Then she locates a nearby puddle and stares at her reflection while attending to her appearance.

"Something wrong?" you ask.

"What if the guards believe me? What if they think I'm just a random stranger?"

"Why would they think that?"

"Most of the guards in our tsardom have never laid eyes on me. They've only heard descriptions. What did people use to say about me?"

"That you were the most beautiful, chaste, and virginal maiden in all the lands."

She smiles briefly, but gestures to herself. "And look at me now."

You do so. She's just swam out of the ocean. Her long, golden hair is crusty with salt. Despite that, she's still a breathtakingly beautiful as the day you first saw her. Though her skirt is scandalously short, and her cleavage shows.

"You're still as beautiful as the day I first spied you in your window."

She flushes and tries to stifle her grin. "But I'm certainly not a chaste virgin anymore. Anyone can see that. What if the guards don't believe me? We don't have any money to pay them. They might arrest us for impersonating the throne."

"Just explain that your attire isn't your fault. And that you'll pay them once we're at the capital, regardless of who you are."

"Okay..." She still preens herself as best she can, correcting her hair and trying to hide her cleavage. "I'll need to behave as chaste as I can, though. It's what they'll be expecting."

In a couple hours, a pair of mounted patrolmen appear heading north along the coastal road. Euna stands and approaches them as the ride through the town.

"Hello, good soldiers," she says. "I beg you for your help. My companion and I must get back to the capital."

"You'll have to wait for patrol carriage," one says. "One should come by once a day. It'll be five shillings per person."

"I can make sure you're paid well if you'll take me to the royal palace, but I don't have the money on me. We were in a shipwreck and only just got—"

"...Princess Euna?" The second guard gapes in astonishment. The first looks from him to Euna and does a double take.

"I... yes. I am the princess. I was afraid you wouldn't believe me."

"The entire tsardom is looking for you. What happened? They say you were abducted from the palace."

"Well... it's a long story, but I must get back to the palace as soon as I can."

"Of course, Your Highness. We'll take you there immediately."

Without waiting for a wagon, the patrolmen each have you ride in the saddle with them: you with one, Euna with the other. It's not comfortable, but you make good time toward home. Euna tells them all about how she escaped from home, admitting it was a foolish thing to do. She shares of all your adventures, though she leaves out all of her sexual exploits. That leaves the story much shorter than it otherwise would be. She explains that her attire was the custom of the land you were in. She "detests" these clothes, or so she says.

It seems she's taken on the role of the chaste princess, at least for the time being. Wise, considering that's what these guards believe she is. Though her arms are wrapped about the waist of the guard she's riding behind. Nothing seems to come of that, though her hands are hugging tantalizingly close to his crotch.

Come nightfall, the horses have made good progress. You come upon a highway outpost.

"We'll stay here the night, Your Highness," her guard says. "You'll be safe here. First thing tomorrow, we'll depart and have you back to the palace by nightfall."

"Thank you, kind men."

The outpost has a dozen men stationed there. All are overjoyed over the return of their beloved princess and heir. After provide you both with the finest meal they can prepare, the captain of the outpost lends her his private quarters for the night. You're supplied with a bunk in the barracks. For most of the night, Euna's attention is kept by the enamored guards, who tend to her every needs. They congratulate you for your efforts in keeping her safe, but you're eventually left to your own devices. Euna is the center of attention here.

Visit Euna after everything has settled down.

Go to sleep.

After most of the guards retire, you make your way toward the captain's quarters where Euna is staying. She's there, upon the bed, combing her wet hair. Though dressed, she seems to have just returned from a bath.

"May I come in?" you ask.

She beckons you in. "Leave the door open."

You do so, and move to sit on the bed by her. She shakes her head, and you redirect to the captain's desk chair.

"A proper lady does not entertain male guests behind closed doors," she says. "Nor does she permit those guests to sit close to her. That would be indecent."

"I see you're keeping to your chaste behavior."

She nods. "I'm not sure all the guards are convinced I am who I say I am. I think it's best I maintain the behavior they expect of their devote heir, at least until I'm back in the palace and my family can identify me."

"And how is that going for you?"

She drops her hands in frustration. "I feel like I'm going insane. I can't believe I used to live like this." She glances out the door at a few guards drinking at a common table. "I'm surrounded by cocks and I can't enjoy any of them. I just want to go into the barracks tonight, strip off my clothes, and tell them to do whatever they please to me."

She drops her hands in frustration. "It's impossibly dull. I can't believe I used to live like this, but I must keep this illusion." She sighs. "I wonder how the captain would react if he were to wake up tomorrow with my cunt enveloped about his cock? It would almost be worth ruining this ruse."

She sighs. "It's dull. I can't believe I used to live like this" She sighs. "When the captain gave me these clothes. I had considered changing right there before him, just to see his reaction. Too bad."

"It's dull. I feel like I'm surrounded by a dozen protective fathers" She grins at you. "I'd hate to think what they'd do if they were to catch you and me together."

"You'll be back at the palace soon enough," you say. "You can behave as you wish once you're safely back in your rightful place."

"I'm going to love shattering everyone's image of their perfect, pristine princess. It will be so strange to get home."

"Yes, it will."

You two chat together for a while longer. Eventually you retire to bed.

The next morning, the outpost is bustling with activity. Patrols are setting off down their respective directions. Euna is up and about with the garrison. The guards must have lent her spare clothes, for she wears a conservative peasant's gown which comes down to her feet. She has her old cloak wrapped about her. Though over the months it's grown ratty. Only a skilled and knowing eye would recognize its numerous old stains for what they are: cum.

After a quick breakfast, it comes time to depart. The captain has are preparing a convoy for transporting Euna the rest of the way. He seems to have decided that two men were not secure enough for royalty. The benefit is that you and Euna have a covered riding carriage to take you the rest of the way—much more comfortable than horse riding while pressed to a guard's back.

Eight patrol men on horse surround the carriage during the ride, all for Euna's safety. You and she are alone in the wagon. Every village the procession passes through, villagers stop to watch. Children run alongside to look inside the wagon. The soldiers keep them away.

"It's so strange to be treated like royalty again," she says.

"Do you miss it?"

She stares out the window. A soldier on horse is riding just outside, keeping his eye both on the wagon and for any nearby threats.

"What I think I'll miss is being on my own," she says. "I feel like I'm surrounded by protective fathers. I can feel their adoration, but also their expectations of me. They expect their chaste maiden. They'll be disappointed when they learn what sort of person I've become."

"And so many will be delighted, Your Highness. Remember how bossy you once were?" You point at the children out the window. "Which version of you do you think they would rather have rule them?"

She grins. "I suppose that's true. It will be an interesting time once I return."

Travel takes all day. The convoy arrives in the capital. It seems the outpost captain had sent someone ahead to announce Euna's arrival. Citizens crowd about cheering and calling out to her.

It takes a while to reach the glimmering palace of Ruthgar. The procession comes to a stop in the stable yard. Her Royal Highness Aileen is there, waiting by palace guards. She's just as you remember. She has the same fair skin and blonde hair as Euna, though where Euna is beautiful, Aileen is adorable. She's a small waif of a young woman, two years Euna's younger.

And she's wringing her gloved hands as she waits for the carriage to pull around. The very moment Euna steps from the carriage, Aileen charges and embraces her sister in an overwrought hug.

"Oh, Euna! It really is you. Where have you been?"

"I've been across the world, Aileen. It was an amazing journey, and I plan to tell you everything."

Epilogue-The Queen

  • Dignitary and his wife are coming to renegotiate trade. My father has a bad deal with him. It was signed when he was losing his mind. I must fix this.
    • Tie him up. Torture him until he agrees to better terms.
    • Imply you'll let him do whatever he wants to you if you agree to his terms.
    • Imply you'll let him do whatever he wants to your sister if you agree to his terms.
    • Punish him. Tell him the new terms, then keep his wife as your slave. If he gives you more trouble. Take his sons and daughters as your toys.

"Hmm," Euna ponders this. "A good idea. I can't very well demand other houses delegate their own as prostitutes while showing my own family special treatment. I'll have to make an example out of you, Aileen. I'll sell you more than any of my other women. And I'll make sure you get the dirtiest and most perverted clients. You'll be used for sex day in and day out."

Aileen is "Are... are you sure about this, Euna?"

Euna cups Aileen by the chin and smiles down at her. "I'm certain, little sister. From everything I've heard about you, this is what you were born for."

"I..." Aileen is quivering, yet there is no denying the glimmer of excitement in her eyes. "If this is what you want—"

"It's what I command."

"...Then I will obey."

"Yes," Euna eyes Aileen. "You are my sister after all. I won't give you out to just anyone. You'll be the gem of my flock."

Aileen relaxes. "Oh. I can do that. I think I'm looking forward to it actually."

"Of course," Euna continues. "This does mean you'll need to be the most comely and desirable of my women. A lady. You'll resume your tutoring. Etiquette, language, proper hosting..."

Aileen whines. "Do I have to?"

"Yes. And academics and arts as well."

"But why?"

"A most noble courtesan is not an uncouth, uneducated wench. You must be everything a man could ever desire—pleasing him with not just your body, but your mind, your wit, your manners. Everything."

"I... Okay. I'll do it." Aileen sits taller, remembering her proper posture. "Then I will be the best courtesan you could ever imagine."

"Good." Euna returns to standing before her mirrors. While Aileen still looks nervous, she seems quite at peace for someone who's just been condemned to a life of prostitution.

Aileen cuts short. "...What?"

"Of course you will be," Euna says. "I know what you're like. You're practically born for this role. And it certainly wouldn't be fair to the noble houses if our house didn't contribute someone as well. In fact," Euna trots over to Aileen. She's grinning like a cat. "You'll be my prized whore."

"Your prized whore?" Aileen has gone pale.

"Aileen is still royalty though. She should only serve the highest-paying, most noble johns."

"You should give her to the most lowly and depraved johns too, to show your commitment to this law."

"Good," she says. "I thought so too, though I was worried you might not think I was doing enough. I'll put in motion the change in laws as soon as I can. Do you have any other council for me?"

"Interesting idea," Euna says. "I'll be the mistress watching over a menagerie royal courtesans. I will sell them to whomever I please, or give them to emissaries and dignitaries as rewards." She nods. "I like that."

"We'll have to find some women first," you say.

"Hmm." Euna thinks. "And they can't just be any women..."

"Recruit from the boyars and princes?" Euna muses over this. "Not a bad idea."

"Do you think they'll go for it?" Aileen asks.

"They'll have to. All the noble houses are already required to send a representative to the palace court. I'll just have them send a daughter or sister instead. That'll encourage them to hold whores in high esteem. Their attitudes will spread to the people."

"That's brilliant," Aileen says.

"Yes, it is," Euna agrees. "And it will help keep them in check when I control the fate of one of their own like that."

"My lady-in-waiting?" Euna taps a finger to her chin and scrutinizes Sophie. Sophie, meanwhile, has gone a still as a deer.

"Yes," Euna says. "I think Sophie will be my first whore." She cups Sophie's chin and has the girl look her in the eyes. "What do you think of that?"

Trembling, Sophie tries to smile. "If it pleases you, Your Highness."

"It pleases me very much. I think this will be good for you, though there is much I'll have to teach you before you're ready."

"Oh!" Aileen says, "May I teach her too?"

"Yes. You're certainly experienced." Euna points to both you and Aileen. "If either of these two decide to impart their sexual wisdom upon you, you will be a good pupil and do as they say."

"I could also teach her a thing or two," you say.

"Yes. You certainly know your whores." Euna points you out. "If he decides to impart any of his sexual wisdom upon you, you will be a good pupil and do as he says."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"I think so too." Euna turns to you. "is there anything else on that sheet you wish to council me on?"

"I could," Euna says. "A Harlot's Day. A day when everyone must pay their respects to the women who give company to the lonely, and pleasure to anyone who wishes. Everyone will be encouraged to pay for a whore."

"Ooh, no!" Aileen says. "I have a better idea. It's a day when everyone is a whore!"

You both look at her, confused.

"What do you mean?" Euna says.

"If anyone offers you money on Harlot's Day, you have to have sex with them. What better way to make people understand what whores go through?"

"Even wives and mothers would have to participate?"

"Everyone!"

Euna thinks about it. "I like it. But it would be a challenge to make it catch on. I'm sure many people will refuse to play along, and we certainly can't punish them for that."

"Why not?"

"There'd be an outcry," Euna replies.

"All they have to do charge a lot," Aileen explains. "Maybe that should be part of the game. Men and women will wear a badge on their clothes listing their price for all to see. If someone doesn't want to play along, they just list a high price."

"Hmm, and if someone still takes them up on it, at least they'll earn a lot, and everyone has a price."

"Hmm, perhaps. I still can't foresee putting people in stockades because they didn't want to participate in a holiday."

"Will you participate?" you ask.

"Of course I will," Euna replies, "I can't expect it to catch on if I don't play along. And you will too, Aileen."

"Of course," Aileen says, "but you'll get a lot more customers. Everyone will want to fuck the tsaritsa. Do you think you'll set your price high?"

"Of course I will," Euna replies, "I can't expect it to catch on if I don't play along."

"Everyone will want to fuck the tsaritsa," you say. "Do you think you'll set your price high?"

Euna considers it. "No, I'll set my price low. It'll help the holiday catch on."

"Then you'll have people lining up out the palace door and through the town. People will come from across the tsardom."

"Then I'll have a very busy day."

Euna considers it. "Yes, I'll have to. Or else this palace will become a madhouse of people on that day. I'm sure I'll still get quite a few nobles who wish to enjoy my feminine wiles."

"Yes, you will," you say.

Euna turns to you. "Is there anything else on that list you wish to council me on?"

"Oh!" Euna says. "I like the idea. I could pass laws protecting prostitutes. I'll talk about the public service they provide for us. Hmm, but it needs more..."

"Oh!" Aileen says. "You could grant nobility to whores! We'd have them in the court."

"Oh yes!" Euna says. "I like that. A noble house of courtesans. But I'm still not sure it's enough to give them the appreciation they deserve." She turns to you. "What else should I do?"

"Turn the palace into a brothel. You'll be the madame."

"You could institute a tsardom-wide holiday in their honor."

"Why... become a whore yourself, of course."

"You're saying let prostitutes walk freely in the streets?"

"Why not? Just like adultery, laws against prostitution were started by Nim because they didn't agree with that behavior. You'll keep struggling women from being treated like outcasts."

"Perhaps you're right," Euna says. "It is not our place to judge what two other people exchange coin over. Though removing the adultery law is the first step. I'll wait a spell before legalizing prostitution to give the people time to adjust. Do you have anymore council for me?"

"Me?"

"Why not?" you say. "You've whored before."

"Oh, it will be great!" Aileen says. "You'll be the Tsaritsa of Whores."

Enticed, Euna bites her lip. "I like the sound of that. Very well. I will be the first whore queen."

"I don't think you'll be the first," you say.

"But I will be the most prolific. I'll entertain any petitioner who walks in, and I won't hide it from anyone. Who could ever denounce a harlot when their own tsaritsa is one?" She looks to you. "Of course, a whore needs a pimp."

"I was always going to be," you reply. "I'll find your johns for you. Tsaritsa you may be, but when it comes to your second profession, you'll do as I say."

"What will this be like, I wonder?" Aileen says. "During the day, petitioners come to you to discuss livestock and militia, and at night, they come to bend you over and fuck you like a sow. I hope I get to watch."

"...I was hoping you'd do more than watch," Euna says.

Aileen's face lights. "You want me to be your partner in whoredom? Of course! Oh, this is going to be so great. I can't wait to make you suck a man's seed out of my muff. Maybe we'll get tied together. We'll have men take turns using us." She looks to you. "Will you pimp me too?"

"Of course. You never had a choice."

"And you'll put me with Euna? Together?"

"If the customer pays for it," you reply. "Ultimately, it's up to me, not you two, but I imagine so."

"Yess," Aileen hisses.

"You'll have to charge quite a bit though," Euna adds, "or else I'll never get any ruling done."

"You'll have to make sure they get their money's worth," you say. "You have to let them do whatever they want, no matter how depraved."

She think, then nods. "Yes. Of course."

"Really?" Aileen asks. "You're going to let people do extreme stuff to us." her."

"Yes," you say. "You'll endure truly disgusting, torturous, soul-withering, degrading treatment. And you'll make sure they're a satisfied customer."

"How else am I to be the tsaritsa of whore?" Euna says.

"It's what you crave."

"It's what I deserve." She faces you. "Are there any other items on the list you think I need council on?"

"Yes. I'm abolishing the laws against adultery. Every man and woman should be free to copulate with whomever they wish. If a couple wants to commit to each other, that's their own business. Though frankly I find it covetous to demand your loved ones love only you. I won't stop a religion from passing judgement on whatever they wish, but the law will no longer help them punish women for what they see as sexual transgressions.

"And prostitution?" you ask.

"I was thinking of reducing the penalties on prostitutes. They should no longer be stone or branded. Those archaic laws were put in place by people like my aunt."

"I was thinking of abolishing those laws as well. I've grown a soft spot for prostitutes, seeing as how I was one. Those women should not be shunned.

"I see."

She turns to you. "What do you think I should do?"

"I think you're already doing the right thing."

"You should abolish prostitution laws too. Let that be between a person and their church also."

"You should go further. Prostitutes should be respected and honored. You were one after all."

"But that will come in time," Euna says. "I must focus on now, which is why I summoned you here." She indicates a parchment on her desk. "I plan to start making changes as soon as I'm coronated. This is a list of some items coming up soon. As my most trusted advisor, do you have any council on these matters?"

You look the points over.

Three days after Euna's return, Reverend Mother Margosha Romanovna arrives at the palace. An announcer preceded her, giving Euna time to prepare herself and greet the reverend mother on the grand steps before the palace. She invited both you and Aileen to join her.

And so you wait, standing beside the returned heir and her sister, as Margosha's carriage and her entire procession of guards stop on the palace road. The coaches circle around, open the door, and bow. Two sisters of Nim emerge first, dressed in fully-covering robes and wimples, they turn and aid the reverend mother in stepping out. She's exactly as you remember: a shriveled prune with fixed frown. Her robes are thankfully just as concealing, though more elaborate than the other sisters. Muttering to her fellow sisters, she strides forward toward the palace while eyeing the rows of royal guards and subjects here to attend to her arrival.

"I don't see why she had to come at all," Aileen whispers to her sister. "You could have sent her a letter."

"I owe her a face to face meeting at the very least," Euna replies. "She spent much time looking for me."

"She only wanted you back because she and I despise each other. She thought she should be regent in your absence. It took everything I could to fight her."

"Hush, Aileen."

As Reverend Mother Margosha nears, she puts on an ingratiating smile and bows. "Good day, Your Highness. I cannot express how relieved I am to see you home safe and sound." She bows again to Aileen, though her smile is more of a sneer. "And good day to you, Your Highness." When she faces you, she freezes. Her expression cycles through surprise, disgust, confusion, and wariness. "And... you."

"And me," you say.

Introductions continue, though the reverend mother's behavior is stiff. She suggests retiring to the palace for a more private reunion, so Euna leads everyone to a sitting room within the palace. She bids you to join them.

This does not escape the reverend mother's notice. "I wish to discuss with you privately, Your Highness. Send this man away."

"I wish him to stay," Euna replies.

"A fool has no place in the discussion of royal affairs."

"He is no fool." Euna rests a hand on your arm. "He is a now a dvoriane of my court."

"...a dvoriane?"

"Yes. I granted his peerage yesterday, for his bravery in safeguarding my life in my treacherous journey. He is now a servant of this tsardom and my personal advisor."

"Personal advisor?"

Aileen snickers.

Margosha glares at her, then at you. She points an accusing finger. "This fool is an exile—a sodomite and a deviant! Do you know of his crimes?"

"I know of them all, and I have pardoned him. His service to the throne far outweighs any deviancy he's guilty of."

"You don't know what you say, Euna. I had heard dark rumors that you had returned from your trip a changed woman, that you had strayed from your faith. And I see now that it is true. Look at what you are wearing!"

Euna wears a white royal gown intricately embroidered with designs. It's sleeveless, and the bust is made of transparent silk, revealing Euna's cleavage. Though the old Euna would never wear such a revealing thing, it's incredibly conservative compared to what she wore in the thrice-tenth kingdom. She insists she must transition her wardrobe over time to give the tsardom time to adjust to their coming tsaritsa's new tastes.

"You don't know what you say, Euna. I had heard dark rumors that you had strayed from your faith, and now I see that it is true."

"No," Euna replies, "I've simply learned that there are more important qualities than dogmatic adherence to ancient traditions and modesty."

"This is entirely unbecoming of a sister of Nim!" Margosha continues. "You would never allow this... this... fool into your midsts. I cannot fathom what happened to you on your trip, but it is time for you to return to your values. Before you take the throne, you will return with me to the convent, where you will stay until you are a proper daughter of Nim, and repent for whatever sins you've committed. Then maybe—maybe—we can salvage your engagement to Grand Duke Vasilyevich."

"I will not be returning to the convent," Euna says.

"Do not be foolish, girl. You've strayed. I can see it."

"I have strayed. I've seen the world now. I've encountered cultures and ways that you've sheltered me from so carefully. For the first time, my eyes are truly open, and now I am truly ready to rule this tsardom. Without you."

"What? Are you renouncing your faith?"

"No. I am still a daughter of Nimel, but I will follow his word the way I believe he wants us to follow it."

"I am Nimel's will, girl! You are to obey me!"

"No. I will obey Nimel. And his will is for us to love one another and be free. It is not to show intolerance, and to ostracize those who believe differently, as you have instructed me. He wants us to appreciate the beauty and pleasure of life, not denounce it as a show of faith. We are free spirits, each one of us, and he gave us the ability to experience this world for a reason. We should not feel shame for our experiences."

"You speak like the vile heretics who sully Nimel's word. Is that what you learned on this trip of yours?"

"Those heretics have been worshipping Nim in peace long before you formed your church."

"You can't do this! Grand Duke Vasilyevich—"

"I will not be marrying that man. He is a bigoted monster. I will find a suitor on my own who is worthy of being my consort, someone who will not supersede my authority. I will produce an heir once I am ready."

"I am. I've seen too much of the world to believe in those narrow and close-minded views. From here on, I am my own woman, and I will rule this tsardom as my father has, and as my grandmother before him—without the aid of the church."

"You can't do that! You swore an oath to our Lord Father Nimel. You can't turn your back on him now."

"I am if Nimel's will is that I marry Grand Duke Vasilyevich—a monster of a man who'd bring hate and injustice to this tsardom. I am if Nimel's will is that I produce an heir, only to condemn me for my lost chastity."

"If this is about Grand Duke Vasilyevich," Margosha says, "we can find another suitor. There are plent of men you could marry who—"

"I will not be marrying at all."

"But it is your duty to produce an heir."

"My grandmother produced an heir without marrying, and she was a fine ruler."

"She was a whore and your father was her bastard!"

"You will watch your tongue, Reverend Mother. You are not above repercussion."

"If that's what my grandmother was, then so be it. I shall be as well—a whore queen who cares more for her people than for some silly God."

Margosha stares at her in horror.

"In fact," Euna continues, "perhaps this tsardom would be better off if they idolized their whores more than their Gods. A whore takes a man's coin and gives him release. A God takes our coin and gives us judgement and guilt for the very pleasures they claim to have instilled in us." She looks thoughtful. "I think maybe it is time for the age of whores, a tsardom of pleasure. It will serve us far better than the church ever has."

Margosha's face has turned purple with fury. Aileen is trying her best not to giggle.

"This is heresy!" Margosha's wild eyes settle on you. "It's you, isn't it? You've been corrupting her. You poisoned her with your sick, Godless ways. You whispered your lies. Manipulated her!"

Euna's tone sharpens. "That is enough, Reverend Mother Margosha. I no longer require your council. I will have the guards pack your belongings and arrange for your trip back to the convent. You may not return unless I summon you."

"You do not order me, girl. You are not the tsaritsa yet. While you were gallivanting about the world forgetting your morals, I was here holding your father's tsardom together."

"Yes, my sister has told me all about your affairs with the throne in my absence. She is the heir to the throne in my absence, and yet you repeatedly assumed control of the tsardom's affairs, undercutting her authority. You were locking her out."

"I was doing this tsardom a service. Aileen is just a foolish little harlot who has no idea how to rule."

"Hey!" Aileen says.

Euna rests her hand on Aileens arm, staying her. She addresses Margosha. "You are not, nor have you ever been, a consort to my father. You exceeded your station."

"My station?!" Margosha is near hysterics.

"Yes, and you will leave this court. You may do so with dignity, or I will have my guards expel you." Euna claps, signaling guards in the other room to enter. They line up behind her chair.

Margosha fumes, so angry she seems ready to snap at Euna like an animal, but she is cornered. "This isn't over, girl. I will denounce you. I'll excommunicate you before the people."

"Do as you will, Reverend Mother. Farewell."

One guard grabs her arm, and Margosha yanks away. She storms to the exit, but before she leaves, she mutters, "I will pray for you, girl."

The door shuts.

Aileen springs from her chair and embraces Euna. "That was brilliant. Did you see her face?"

Euna returns the hug. "Yes, Aileen. I was here."

"I've been wanting to say those things to her for months."

"Then why didn't you?"

"Because... she was just so... I tried, but I couldn't stand up to her. I'm not a ruler, Euna. I never wanted to rule. I'm so glad you're home. Never leave again."

"I won't, Aileen. I promise."

Continue

"Oh, I'm sure," she says. "They told me about how Damien doesn't usually allow women on board his ships. They're not going to miss this opportunity."

She dresses and heads out to the deck. When you come out later, you find that the men certainly haven't lost interest. She's by the stern, squatted down with her skirt about her waist. She's sucking a sailor off while she plays with her clit.

All through the day, Euna keeps getting interrupted. A sailor might push her up against the boat rail and take her from behind, or sometimes a group of men on break might drag her by the hand down to the cargo hold. Those below-deck trips might take her an hour or so, but not the full day like they used to.

At dinners, she usually ends up naked, sitting upon a table so she can be the center of attention. The men fondle her just as often as they talk to her. Afterward, she often takes a trip below deck with several men. Though she almost always comes staggering back to your room, bowlegged and stinking.

Then one morning morning, the Ruthgar coast comes into view. Euna returns to your cabin particularly discheveled. Streaks of cum are dried upon her chest. Her eyes are alight.

"Did you see the coast?" she asks.

"I did."

"We're going home today!" She cleans herself and dresses.

"Hmm." She grins. "Damien is particularly rough. Rough is nice."

The next morning, Euna gets dressed and cleaned up. She has a mischievous look about her when she departs your cabin. You can hear her knock on the captain's door down the hall. She speaks with Damien, then the door shuts. Minutes later, you can hear a rhythmic banging, and then her moans. The captain is entertaining her well.

That evening at the mess hall. Damien invites both of you to sit at the captain's table with him. You take a seat. For Euna, he directs her to sit in his lap. She wraps an arm about him for balance. Throughout the meal, the pirates dice and joke. After the liquor has flowed, the men sing shanties. You, Euna, and Damien join in. While singing, his hand finds its way down Euna's bodice to caress her breasts. Euna keeps right on singing as though nothing were amiss.

After dinner, Damien takes her to his cabin. You hear them through the walls. In the morning, she returns to your cabin. She's naked, clutching her clothes to her chest, and grinning ear to ear.

She sits on the end of the bed and begins cleaning cum leaking from her pussy.

"Enjoy yourself?" you ask.

"Hmm," she moans. "That man has an appetite. Three times through the night he woke me. No words. He just forced me down and took me." She shudders. "He's ordered me to warm his bed every night now until we arrive." "He's asked me to warm his bed every night until we arrive. I think I might."

"Every night? I'll hardly get to see you."

"Don't worry. You'll get me during the day. He has to captain a ship, you know. Although, he wants me to be available to him whenever he wishes, so I might sneak off occasionally."

"As long as you're okay with this."

"I care nothing for him," She climbs up the bed toward you. "I fuck him only because you want me to, though his cock feels nice. It's almost enough to satisfy me."

"You will. He has to captain the ship, you know. But I am going to take advantage of his lust any night that he's willing, which I imagine will be often."

"As you wish," you say.

"Don't worry. I care nothing for him." She climbs up the bed toward you. "It's only his cock I crave. It's almost enough to satisfy me."

"Almost?"

"Almost." She yanks the covers away, exposing your lower section. In one swift action, she straddles your cock and lowers herself onto you. "But I always need more."

Over the coming weeks, Damien makes ample use of Euna. You hear her cries of pleasure through the walls every night, and occasionally his yelling. At dinners, she's on his lap. He grows more bold with time, sometimes exposing her breasts to his crew, or pulling up her skirt and fingering her slit while he chats with his men. Euna will clutch him shudder with pleasure.

Near the end of the voyage, Euna gets more shameless. For one dinner, she strips in the mess hall and dines with the crew naked. he gets shameless. For one dinner, he has her strip in the mess hall and dine with the crew naked. She sings shanties that night with her legs splayed over his lap while he fondles her sex. She hits some high notes during her singing to the utter delight of the crew.

On the last night, she's made to suck him off while he eats. Afterward, once he's hard again, he has her lay on the table while he fucks her.

On the last night, she convinces Damien to dine of her for dinner. She's sits naked upon the table with her legs spread and enjoys his tongue between her legs as she eats her dinner. At the height of her passion, she pulls him on top of her, and they fuck. The crew cheers him on.

On the last night, after much fondling and groping, Damien pulls Euna onto the table and fucks her before everyone. The crew cheers him on.

That coming morning, the Ruthgar coast comes into view. Euna returns to your cabin particularly discheveled. Streaks of cum are dried upon her breasts. Her eyes are alight.

"Did you see the coast?" she asks.

"I did."

"We're going home today!" She cleans herself and dresses.

She saddens at that remark. "I hadn't thought about that. What does become of us once we're home? I'm a princess, and you're a Fool. That didn't matter when we were lost together, but it will now, won't it?"

"I don't know."

She brightens. "But you're right. If this voyage could possibly be our last time together, then we should be frolicking with every chance we get. We'll hardly leave this cabin!"

"The crew might prefer it," you say. "I think they'd rather we stay out of their way."

"Then we will, day and night. We'll be ghosts to the crew." She moves up your body until her lips are by your ear. She sinks once again upon your manhood, she whispers. "My moans will haunt the ship."

For days, you and Euna hardly bother dressing, except to come out for meals. The men eye you two knowingly, as everyone has become familiar with the sounds of her unbridled cries.

At night, you sleep in each other's arms. During days, Euna is your personal mistress. She owns you, and uses you as she please, and what pleases her is to fuck, Euna is your personal sex slave. She pleases you in every sexual way she knows how, you know each other again and again, forcefully, violently, slowly, or lovingly. On the bed. Against the wall. Even the hours you spend simply talking are spent coiled together, your cock nestled deep inside her. Your cabin comes to reek of sex.

One morning, you both awake to the sounds of cheers on deck. Nude, Euna pads to the porthole window.

"Land!" she shouts.

You scamper from bed and look with her. It's very distant, but indeed, a coast is in sight.

"We're going home today!" She cleans herself and dresses.

And so the voyage begins. You and Euna have a private room near the captain's cabin. Euna has a private room next to the captain's quarters while you're bunked below with the crew. But most of your daylight hours are spent with her. The crew, besides Damien, included two dozen men, all grizzled and muscular, all dirty and unkempt from hard ship work. Beneath the ship is the leviathan, following like a shadow. The only hint of its presence is the rare tentacle which laps the water's surface. No one can forget it's there.

After three long months of travel, the day finally comes.

You're awoken from slumber by cheers above deck. Glancing out a port hole, you see what everyone else does: land.

You're still dressing when Euna scampers into the hold looking for you. "Have you seen?" she asks. "We're going home today!"

On deck, you watch together as the coast rolls by.

"I know these lands!" she says. "We're almost home."

The crew continue about their work. Damien comes up from below. Scanning around, he spots you two and approaches. "Welcome home, my lady."

"Thank you. You know, I think I might actually miss you and your crew."

"I'm certain they'll miss you," Damien says. "They've grown quite attached to our ship's lady."

"I'm sure they have."

He looks over her attire, a skirt, bodice, cloak, and boots. "I might recommend you change into something a little less conservative."

She grins. "As appealing as that might sound, Ruthgar is rather more conservative about their outfits."

"That's rather bold of you to say. We're in Ruthgar, the land of prudes, as you'd say.

"That may be, but you'll have a hell of a time swimming in that."

She startles. "What? What do you mean?"

"Do you think we'll be pulling into port? We're a pirate ship, my lady."

"You're going to kick us off the boat?" She looks at the water, and the sizeable distance from here to the shore.

"Don't worry. We'll get a little closer, but..." He leans in. "You'll be giving me that jewel first, yes?"

"Oh," Euna's hand instinctively rests over her necklace. "Yes. That was our deal."

He bows. "Good. We'll be in sight of a town soon. Be ready." He departs.

Euna turns to you. "We're going to swim?"

"It seems so."

She stares at the water nervously.

"Don't worry," you say. "I'll help you to shore."

She continues eyeing the water. "I'm still unsure about all this. I'll be giving this necklace to known pirates."

"We gave our word, Your Highness. Besides, they can't use it until they get back home."

"Then don't. It would be foolish to do so."

"Why shouldn't it?" she says.

You step closer to her. "Think of all those poor women, taken from their ships, forced into a life of sex." You reach beneath her skirt. Your fingers find her snatch. "Their captors will molest them day and night..."

She writhes with pleasure. "Enticing as that sounds, I don't think I have the right to decide that fate for others."

She bites her lip. "I suppose I would be remiss to deny those poor women such an awakening experience."

"You certainly would."

She grinds her crotch against your hand. "Maybe we should have stayed and become pirates. Teaching poor slaves a life of sex sounds enticing."

"No one is saying you can't do that at home."

"Only our laws."

"These pirates don't have our laws. Are you going to deny them the same fun?"

"Hmm..."

"I know..." she says.

Grinning, she spreads her legs a little as your fingers slip inside her. "Well, I might not mind a fate such as that, but my sexual horizons have broadened, but to condemn others to that?"

"And what of the crew? After all the fun these people has shown you, doesn't it seem cruel to cheat them out of their bargain?"

"I don't know..."

"It just feels so wrong..." she says.

"What?" She looks at you, confused. "You're saying we keep the jewel?"

"Why not?"

"They'll never let us leave without it. The only way we could escape is if we..."

"Use the leviathan against them."

"You mean to kill them all?"

"Would you rather they use it to kill so many others?"

She fondles the glimmering jewel around her neck. "I gave them my word. What kind of princess betrays her own oaths?"

"What kind of princess hands this kind of power over to pirates? If you hadn't threatened them with the leviathan back in the cove, they would have stabbed us in the back and taken the jewel right then. They still might do so the second you hand it over."

"I don't know..." She looks about at the pirates. "Killing all of these people after they've taken us this far. We've spent so much time with them."

"It's up to you, Your Highness. Whatever you choose to do, I'll go along."

She's pensive for the rest of the wait. Eventually, the land grows close. A city is in view. Damien returns. "It is time, my lady. Time to say goodbye."

Everyone gathers around. Euna begins her farewells. She hugs the men and places kisses upon their cheeks. Several pinch her bottom as she hugs them. Others go so far as to slide their hand up her skirt. Those hugs linger as the men don't let her go right away, but Euna indulges them as they fondle her one last time. Finally, the time comes, and you and Euna are by the edge of the deck.

Damien holds out his hand. "And now, my lady. The amulet?"

Euna takes the amulet off. She stares at it for a good long while, half poised to hand it over.

"Now, my lady." Damien isn't as coy as before.

She decides.

Grabbing you, she leaps over the deck. You both topple over as Damien and the others lunge for you.

You splash into the water. It surrounds you. Disoriented at first, you're unsure which way is up and down. Before you break surface, a powerful, sonorous rumble fills your ears. Underwater, it seems to come from everywhere. From the black ocean abyss below, you glimpse of a colossal moving shadow. Terror seizes your heart, even knowing your are not the beast's mark.

You nearly reach the surface when something grabs you—a tentacle about your waist. You struggle to no avail. From the depths of the ocean's abyss, it emerges, dimensions endless. What had appeared in the cove had only been a small part of it's true body. Beside it, the ship is just a toy.

The tentacle yanks you out of the water. Gasping for breath, you're suspended in the air well above the ship's deck. Tentacles are emerging all around. The pirates aboard the ship yell and clamber for weapons. Swords drawn, crossbows loaded, they fight against the tentacles slithering over the deck.

Euna emerges from the water. So many tentacles tend to her that she's practically sitting upon a throne of flesh. They writhe about her limbs and snake beneath her soaked clothes.

"Her!" Damien yells from the deck. "Aim for her."

Crossbow bolts stream toward Euna. A wall of tentacles block the way, and the bolts stick into them like mere splinters.

Damien yells at her. "You bitch! Is this what I get for ferrying you across the ocean?"

"I cannot in good conscious hand this power over to criminals," Euna calls back. "I am sorry."

"There's a special place in the hells for backstabbing cunts like you! Kill her!"

Another barrage of bolts. Another deflection, and then the leviathan squeezes its prey. The ship buckles. Splintering wood showers the deck. Tentacles crush the pirates or cast them into the ocean. One snatches Damien about the waist and pulls him off the side of the boat as he beats fruitlessly at it with a sword. He's gone. Within moments, so is the proud vessel.

The pirates struggle to save themselves among a sea of wreckage, but feeling tentacles find them out and pull them under. Within a minute, Damien and his proud crew are no more. The tentacles slither beneath the surface. You and Euna are lowered into the water and left to tread in a sea of broken planks.

Her expression is truly miserable. "That was a horrible thing I did."

"It had to be done. Come." You guide her toward the shore.

She grins and climbs up the bed. You pull aside the cover and she snuggles up next to you. Her body oder is truly wretches. Her skin is crusty under your touch. Her breath smells like cock. Yet she's still beautiful to lay eyes upon.

She drapes her arm along your chest. Her leg wraps around you. Your body responds, and your cock hardens.

Feeling your arousal, she shuffles on top of you and delicately lowers herself upon your shaft. Her snatch is greasy with the cum of other men, and you slide in easy. Wrapped in your arms, she shudders.

"Slowly," she whispers. "Make love to me slowly. I haven't made love in weeks."

"No?" you whisper.

"No." She keeps riding you softly. Her breasts press against your chest. "I've fucked, but not made love. I wouldn't want those men to make love to me. But I want you. Please."

"Of course."

And so you do. Long and slow, you have tender sex with Euna. You soon fire your seed inside her, and she groans with pleasure. Afterward, she relaxes on top of you, your cock still buried in her, your face in her filthy hair. And that's how you go to sleep.

"Ooh! I like that," she says as she pleasures you.

"And you may never say no to any sexual advance," you add.

"Yesss."

And so the following morning, Euna strides from the cabin fully nude. It's early morning, the men are going about maintaining the ship, but they all pause when she comes out. They ogle her as she leans against the rail and stares out over the ocean. She bends forward, pushing her ass toward the crew. No one is getting any work done.

Damien comes out after one of the men tell him.

"You seem to be rather underdressed today," he says, sidling up next to her.

"It's pleasant weather. I enjoy the wind on my skin. I hope you don't mind."

"I don't think anyone here minds," he lingers, "but the men do have their work to do. And you might be something of a distraction. If you'd come inside, I'd like to discuss your choice of attire."

"Very well." She and Damien disappear below deck.

Whatever they discuss, it takes them quite a while. The crew whisper to one another about what might be going on, but the answer comes shortly enough. Damien and Euna reemerge. She's still as naked as before, only she's got a smug grin, and glistening cum is dribbling down her thigh from her snatch.

"Men," Damien announces. "We have a charming young lady onboard. If you do good work, and I mean spotless work, she'll be waiting for you down in the crew quarters to show all of you her charms." He reaches around her, cupping a breast and sliding one hand between her legs. She writhes with pleasure.

Those men work harder than they ever have before. Their work had suddenly become a race. Soon enough, people finish up and hurry down. Man after man goes down, to emerge a while later with a satisfied grin.

You see a lot less of Euna from then on. The first night, she never even comes back to your room. The next day, while the men are at work, you head down to see what's happened to her. She's in the back of the crew quarters upon a bed of blankets. The mess is amazing. She reeks terribly. Her entire body is covered with ropes of cum. Her thighs and crotch are an absolute sticky mess, and her ass is in a pool of cum.Her hair is sticky and matted, as though people had been using it to wipe their cocks. Her breasts are covered in bite marks. Her cunt is raw. She's half asleep when you approach, but when she sees you, she smiles and sits up.

"How are you, my love?" she asks.

"I'm doing fine. How are you?"

"Exhausted. My crotch burns. My jaw aches. I smell horrible. I've taken two to three men at a time since this started. How long have I been down here?"

"One day."

"That's it? And I have weeks to go."

"Want to quit?"

She shakes her head. "No. That would be against your rules. No, I will never have enough sex. The men want me to wait here until they came back, but I wouldn't mind if they let me get some sleep." She grabs a nearby rag and begins wiping herself clean. Her ass and cunt are red. Both holes gape. Cum leaks from the.

After a few minutes, she's got a modicum of cleanliness, though she still reeks, and her hair is a tangled mess. "They settled down a lot after they realized I'll be available for the entire trip. I should be able to manage this."

"As long as you're enjoying yourself."

"Of course I am. I live for this now." She smiles at you.

Two men come into the quarters. They beeline to Euna, hardly even noticing you. Already, they're unfastening their breeches. "All fours, cunt. I'm taking that ass."

Euna obediently rolls over onto her hands and knees. The man kneels behind her and rams his cock into her asshole. Euna lets out a pleasured sigh. The next man gets before her, dangling his cock before her. She hungrily takes it into her mouth.

You leave her be. As time goes on, the demand for her wanes. Within a week, she's even coming up to the deck to enjoy the air, fully nude and filthy. As men pass, they fondle her, and it's not long before another man has her on her knees though. The crew take her for granted so much that the others hardly glance as she fucks them.

On some nights, she joins the crew for dinner. Reclining on her side along the table, she's like a strange centerpiece.

As you near home, the weather grows colder. You relent on her rule not to wear clothes. And though she explores the ship dressed in her skirt and borrowed cloak, it doesn't stop the men from pulling up the hem of her clothes and taking her when they wish. After dinners though, it's always back to the crew quarters. And you don't see her until morning.

That is until one night, Euna creeps into your cabin and sits at the foot of the bed. You can smell her already. It's weeks into the trip. Neither Euna or the sailors have had bathes.

Using rags, she wipes herself clean.

"Is everything okay?" you ask.

"Hmm? Oh, yes it's fine."

"You're not down with the crew?"

"Oh, they finished with me and wanted to get some sleep. I thought I'd come up and sleep with you. I've hardly seen you this trip. All this sex is nice, but I was missing you. That, and I need a real bed for tonight, and some rest. I know how unclean I am, so you may sleep on the floor if you wish. Either way, tonight, that bed is mine." May I stay here? I promise I won't climb into bed with you. I know how filthy I am. I'd just pollute your sheets."

"Nonsense. Come here. You're never too filthy for me."

"Okay. Here's a pillow. You can sleep beside the bed."

"I will sleep on the floor. You need some rest."

"But think about what they'll do with it," she says. "As pleasant as they've been this trip, they're still pirates, and slavers. They will use this to extend their influence over their seas."

"Of their seas, yes," you say. "They cannot use it here. There are no women on board."

"And if they should ever decide to cross the ocean to conquer?"

"Damien has already said the pirates have no interest in these lands. Too far away and too dreary."

"So he'll never come here, but his kind will still rape and slave."

"We should honor our agreements."

"Does their rape really bother you?"

"Perhaps you're right. Perhaps we should back out of the deal."

Euna takes it off her neck and stares at it. After final deliberation, she approaches, plants a kiss upon his cheek, and hands him the amulet. "Thank you for taking us home."

Euna climbs over the ship banister, preparing to jump. You do the same.

"And the secret to using it?" he asks.

Euna grins. "The secret... is that only women can use it." She leaps off the boat. You follow her down, lingering just long enough to see Damien chuckling ruefully. He's been played. That amulet is useless to him here. He'll have no choice but to go home.

You strike the water. After fighting to the surface, you help Euna to tread beside you.

"Farewell, my lady!" Damien calls from above. "In the dark nights I will think of you! Perhaps one day I'll return and steal you away to warm my bed."

Euna waves back. Together, you and she swim back toward the shore as the boat heads back out to sea.

Soon, you're stumbling up the sandy shores outside the city docks. Euna staggers up beside you and drops to her knees.

"Home..." she says.

"Yes," you reply. You are finally home.

As days pass, the boredom of a three month journey sets in. Neither you nor Euna are expected to do any work. Although you break up the monotony by doing a few chores around the ship. Euna offers as well, but the men insist on sparing her the work. She even flirts with them. They laugh and let her be.

On the second night, after dinner, you both retire to your shared room. Behind closed doors, Euna strips naked and practically accosts you with hungry lust.

After a bout of sex, she gets you hard again and curls up between your legs and tenderly nurses your cock with soft licks and kisses. rides on top of you slowly, gently rocking your cock deep inside her pussy. "I can't stand it," she says without pause.

"You're free to stop."

She grins. "Not this. The voyage. It's so dull. At least on my last trip, I had books to read. Here, I can only wait. For three months. And why are the crew ignoring me?"

"It's the leviathan. They're afraid of it. And they're afraid of upsetting it's controller."

"I'm going to get upset if I get any more bored. I am a slut, and I'm not getting enough cock." "I'd have thought with all these sailors on board, I could get up to mischief." "Then I guess you're going to have to entertain me all by yourself."

You think. "Then how about...

...you don't wear clothes for the rest of the voyage. I'm sure the crew will figure out you're open game."

...you offer yourself to Damien. I'm sure he would gladly help entertain you. Or at least you could entertain him."

...we spend this trip enjoying each other as much as we can. This might be the last time."

You give her a pillow. She lays her clothes out beside the bed. Before laying down, she smiles at you. "When we get home. I'll be as clean as a princess should be. Then I'm going to properly thank you for looking after me this whole time."

"I look forward to it."

"Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight."

"That, I do." Euna sprawls upon the sheets the moment you're up. She's asleep before you've even made bedding for yourself. Naked, above the covers, stained in bodily fluids, and out like a light–this is not the visage a proper Nimic woman would ever show. Yet even in sleep, she's still a beautiful icon of sex.

Though you'll need to wash those sheets tomorrow.

In the morning, Euna is up before you. She's sitting before the mirror naked, looking her body over. In the light, you see she's covered in bite mark and light bruises. Her ass and pussy is still irritated from such heavy traffic. Her pussy oozes old cum. It's bald lips are red and swollen. Her pubic hair is matted with crusty cum.

"You're going to be quite the image when you march back into the palace," you say.

She grins. "I shouldn't be this bad come then. The men are settling down. They're fucking me less each day. I think the men are getting a little bored of me."

"Hmm," you say.

"Don't worry. It won't stop. You'll be servicing these men all month."

You look around and spot a bale of hay in the corner. "Help me bring this over," you tell the stableboy.

In quick order, you and he position the hay bale in the room's center.

"You could lay on this," you tell Euna.

"Very well." She glances spots a horse blanket, and drapes it over the hay. You and the stableboy bring the horse over so it's standing over it.

"Hmm..." Euna eyes both horses as you ride along. "Another of your filthy thoughts."

"Yes," you agree.

She doesn't reply for a long while. You both continue your journey back toward the city. But just before it would come into view, Euna veers her horse off route. You follow wordlessly. It's not more than a few minutes before you arrive at the Glade nestled deep within the jungle.

Euna has dismounted and tethered Savior to the central oak tree by the time you catch up. She's whispering to it while stroking its snout. Lifting its chin, she kisses it on the nose. It laps her face with her tongue, and she giggles.

Once you've tethered your horse, she's worked her way down its body to its flank.

You come up beside her.

Her fingers stroke over the horse's balls. "What exactly was your filthy mind thinking of?"

Your attention turns to your horse, Crusader, whom you tethered to the tree. He watched in silence as Euna was with Savior. The great white horse already has his cock partially emerged. The pink flesh glistens.

Euna saunters over. "Oh, don't worry, Crusader. I haven't forgotten about you. You carried my Fool so admirably today. You deserve a reward." She looks to you. "And what do you think that reward should be?"

She stares down the coast a while. A mirage of heat makes it seem to go on infinitely.

"It can't be just us," she says. "There must be others."

"There may be. And maybe we'll search later, but we need water."

She keeps staring off. "Can't we look for both?"

"How about this?" you say. "We'll continue down the coast. If we find someone, good, but as soon as we find any sign of water, we need to take it."

She sighs. "Fine. Let's go."

Within minutes, you spot the mouth of a river.

"There," you say. "We follow that upstream, we should find fresh water."

Crestfallen, Euna nods. "Very well."

Carefully, you lift the hem of her skirt. Her chemise is indeed soaked through along its entire length. It molds to her body beautifully and outlines her groin.

Now it's time to wake her.

...Or lift her chemise too.

Ever so slowly, you raise her chemise. The wet fabric peels from her clammy skin. You look underneath, and there it is: her snatch, perfectly smooth and hairless. nestled beneath a thicket of blond hair. You've seen plenty in your life, but never one so dainty as this. It's just two delicate lips creased together to create a slit. No blossomed labia or folds. Even her clit is tucked away out of view. It's self contained and pristine.

It is a prize that suitors around the tsardom have sought through courting, yet no one has ever earned Euna's hand in marriage, or seen this rare flower. At least not yet.

Enough of this. It's time to wake her.

...or touch her.

You reach out and feel the smooth lips of her vulva.You reach out and rake your fingers through her coarse pubic hair. It's crusted with salt. Your finger runs up and down the length of her slit, slowly working into the folds of her labia, but you're not able to get farther with her legs laying together as they are.

You carefully nudge her legs wider apart. Not only does it spread her open, but it reveals more further down. Between the globes of her ass, you can just make out the small wrinkled hole of her anus.

The sight reminds you of one of a parlour game: orchid and the rose, but there's no chance you could get away with that now. Instead, you return your hand to her snatch, only now you're able to slide your finger farther in. You're not up to more than your first knuckle when her hymen blocks your path.

Her body twitches.

Hastily, you lower her chemise and back away. She is indeed coming through.

You prod her. "Are you okay, Your Highness?"

Euna blinks her eyes open. She raises her hands to her face. "Highness? Where am I?"

"I don't know," you say. "You were on the boat, right? The Harmonia?"

"Eh, yes." Wincing, she sits up. "What happened. How did I get here?"

"I think we were attacked. The boat was destroyed. Do you remember anything?"

"No... There was yelling. Someone told me to get below deck. Then..." She concentrates. "There was a crash. And that roar. What was that?"

"I don't know. I was below deck too."

She finally looks at you. Her eyes narrow. "Oh, it's You. You mean you were in your cell."

You shrug.

She looks around. "Where is everyone else?"

"This is it. It's just you and me."

"What?" Standing, she sways. You move to help her, but she bats your hand. "No. This can't be. There has to be somebody else."

"I haven't found anyone."

"There has to be." Shielding her eyes, she looks up and down the coast. "We can't be the only ones."

"I've been wandering this coast all morning," you say. "I'd just about given up hope of finding anyone until I stumbled upon you."

"No. We have to find the others. There must be more."

"The sun is getting high. We need to take care of ourselves."

"No." She spins on you. "We're going to look for more survivors."

"Fine. Fine."

You both continue along the coast. She marches ahead of you, keeping her distance. The once cool beach begins to swelter. Farther along, the sand turns to rocks and pebbles. A steep bluff appears ahead, impassable on foot. She turns around and marches back the other direction. Once you double back, she starts heading the way you originally came.

"I've been this way, Your Highness. There's nobody there."

"We're going to check again anyway," she snaps.

"This is foolish, Your Highness. We need to find fresh water"

"Of course, Your Highness. We will search on.

Euna nods. "Yes. He deserves that. He was one of my father's men."

You walk inland into a coastal plain, to where the tide never reaches. With no tools, you shovel through the sand and saw grass with your hands. It's hard work. Your hands grow raw. You sweat profusely, causing you to grow dizzy with dehydration. All the while, Euna watches, not once offering to help. But you let it go.

Your estimate on how deep you'll bury him keeps revising to a shallower depth the more tired you become. Eventually, you get about a two foot deep hole long enough to work. Returning to the beach, you chase off the birds, then drag the body to the grave. Once the body is in, you push dirt back on top of him, then stand, clutching your aching back.

"Good night, fair soldier," Euna says.

You just nod solemnly, too breathless to add anything.

After a moment of silence, she speaks. "We need to stop searching, don't we?" she asks.

"We need to find water, yes." You rest forward, your hands on your knees. "There was a river mouth back there, we should go back. If we follow it, it should lead us to fresh water."

"Let's go," she says.

To the estuary.

You two search onward. You walk long past where you washed ashore. There's more debris from the ship, but no one else. It's noon now. The sun is baking. The sand burns. Both of you are feeling the effects of the elements.

After swaying, Euna stumbles onto her knees. You catch up.

"If we keep going on like this, we're going to collapse. Look." You point ahead. The mouth of a river is feeding into the ocean. "Fresh water."

Pale and dehydrated, she nods. "We'll... we'll search later."

"Come on." You help her up. In her state, she doesn't resist.

When you reach the river, the water is brackish, but further upstream along a coastal plain, it clears. You both wade in and drink frantically. Once your belly is full, you lie back on the bank.

A canopy of palm is above you. You two are just at the edge of the coastal plane, where the tree line begins. What lays further in, you have no idea.

Euna takes longer in the river. She uses the opportunity to wash salt from her hair and face. Once finished, she sits down at the opposite side of the river.

"We should set up camp here," she says.

"Why here?"

"Because I said so, but if you must have a reason, we have fresh water here. That is the most important part of survival. And we can see the ocean."

"We don't know what's on this land," you say. "For all we know there could be a village further in. We should explore around before settling on a place."

"We mustn't go wandering aimlessly. We need a place to return to. Somewhere where we can keep an eye out for rescue boats."

"Rescue boats? We're three months into the middle of the ocean, and another month away from the colonies. That means our ship wasn't due back home for five months. Only then will anyone realize something is wrong. Then it'll take months for them to get out here. Most missing ships are considered lost causes. They wouldn't even bother looking for us if you weren't onboard."

"Oh..." Euna looks down.

It dawns on you. Her obscuring cloak. Her peasant clothes. Her being on a merchant ship instead of a royal galley.

"...Except no one knows you were on that ship, do they?"

She's silent.

"What were you doing? Running away?"

"It's none of your business," she snaps. "We're still going to stay by the ocean. The Harmonia wasn't the only boat traveling to the colonies. There are others. They might come close enough for us to signal them."

"Doubt it."

"It could happen. We have to be ready."

"Your Highness, we were supposed to be in the middle of the ocean. I've seen merchant maps. There isn't supposed to be anything between our land and the thrice-tenth kingdom, which means we were either wildly off course, or we just happened to wash up an undiscovered island, which means no one ever been here before. No one is coming."

"There could still be ships."

"Fine, fine. But if there are, they're not going to be flying our flag."

"It doesn't matter. It'll be rescue."

You laugh. "Trust me, Your Highness. You would rather be stuck on this island than on some of the boats out there. There are raiders, pirates, goblins... a whole lot of people who wouldn't care a copper that you're a princess, unless it meant ransom."

"Then we'll be careful who we flag down," she growls. "We'll have to build a pyre that we can light on fire to catch their attention. But that will come later. We need to deal with our necessities in order. We already have fresh water. And now a shelter. The next step is food."

"Wait. Are you reciting all this from a book? Is this something you read about at the convent?"

"It doesn't make the knowledge any less valid."

"Sure, fine. Food then."

She rises. "Come. We will search together. It is unwise to split up in unknown lands."

"Did you read this too?"

"Do you have any experience surviving in the wild?"

"Not in the wilds, but I have experience surviving."

"Well, I've studied this. So I know best. So come. I shall lead."

"How about I lead instead."

"Fine. After you."

After recovering, you explore the coast. Shattered wood floats in the surf. The beach seems to go on forever, and the sun is climbing. Just when it seems you're all alone, you spot someone lying on the shore ahead.

You hurry over. They're not dressed like a sailor, but rather in a deep brown cloak soaked in sea water. Dropping to your knees, you pull back the cloak.

It's a woman! She's alive! Unconscious, but you can see her breathing.

You know her too. She's princess Euna. Tsar Vislav's eldest daughter and first in line for the throne. Why she was aboard the ship, you have no idea.

She spent her childhood at a convent of Nim. After she returned to court, you quickly learned to avoid her. Unlike her father and sister, she is amazingly prudish. Nimic teachings do that. She turned her nose up at anything she saw as lewd behavior, and bossed the castle staff about as though she owned them.

To her, your evening acts were little more than depraved buffoonery. Her personal guards had a standing order not to let you near her, and that was before the castle watch caught you spying on her through her bedchamber window. You spent two days in the stocks for that, but it had been worth it.

To say Princess Euna is beautiful is hardly doing her justice. She's considered the most lovely woman in all the land. Her skin is unblemished ivory. Her lurid blonde hair is breathtaking. Her blue eyes are shimmering pools as blue as the sea.

Also, her breasts are huge. You got a good look at those before the guards caught you. A shame, you'd been seconds away from seeing the wonders between her legs.

Here on the beach, her attire is more fitting for a merchant's wife than for the tsardom's tsarivna. Under the cloak, she's wearing a soaked ankle-length skirt and a bodice that laces up the front. Both are soaked through, and the tide had floated the skirt to mid thigh. Underneath, she's wearing a white, silk chemise. Sodden, it's become transparent, forming to her shapely legs.

Try to wake her.

...Or lift up her dress. You might never have this opportunity again.

"What?" she says. "We can't just leave him here."

"What are we supposed to do. Bury him?"

"Obviously. He doesn't deserve to rot out in the sun."

"We need to take care of ourselves," you say. "We can bury him later. We need to find water. There was a river mouth we passed where—"

"No. If we leave now, nature will have its way with him We need to bury him now."

"It's a waste of time. We need to get going."

"You are not going anywhere until you've helped me bury him."

"Says who?"

"Says me. I am the princess of the realm and heir to the throne. You will do as I say or you will suffer the consequences upon our return."

You throw your hands up. "Fine." You walk inland toward the sawgrass. She follows at a distance. Of course, once you find a spot and start digging, she doesn't volunteer to help. Sweat soaks through your garb. Mosquitoes and gnats buzz around your head. If you were to just walk off right now, what could she do about it? Nothing. Her status means nothing here. And you were an exile, what exactly are these consequences supposed to be.

After a half hour of backbreaking work, you dig a pit. It's not deep, and probably not long enough, but if she wants it larger, she can dig it herself. Walking back to the body, you grab it by the pant leg and drag it to the pit. You have to fold the legs up to get it to fit, but whatever.

Euna oversees your work. Not once offering to help. After you've filled the pit back in, you hunch down to catch your breath.

"Now we can search for water," Euna says. She turns and heads back the way you came.

Return to the estuary.

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Everyone has read tales about adventurers who wash ashore upon mysterious lands after their ship wrecks in a storm. As a sole survivor, they'd live off the land, become experts of the wild, then lash together a raft and sail back to civilization as a changed man. Usually, these heroes were princes or kings, or men in hunt for their true love. They were important people of destiny.

It makes it all the more peculiar that it happened to you: a court fool.

After a night of drifting through endless ocean, the sun rose, and there was land on the horizon. It shouldn't have been there. There was at least another month left in your journey.

You knew, because you'd been keeping track of days on the wall of your prison cell. You were on transit across the Sapphire Ocean from your home in the tsardom of Ruthgar, to join the conscript work force in the thrice-tenth kingdom—the vast lands of mystery and danger. Rumor is that such a fate is no better than a death sentence. Everything from ogres, to witches, to civilizations of monstrous creatures live there.

This exile is reserved for murderers and traitors. It hardly seems fair that you were sent for the simple crime of sexual deviancy. Normally, such a crime was punished with a night in the stockade. Besides, it was your job to be crude. You were a court fool. Making ribald jokes and raunchy proposals was as much a part of your routine as the acrobatics. You just happened to make the wrong joke toward the tsaritsa's prudish and overly-religious sister.

Not that it matters any more. Something had attacked the boat. From your cell, you'd heard the crew yelling and clambering. A mighty roar reverberated. Everything lurched. The ship stopped swaying. It moved as though something were carrying it. People screamed. Another colossal roar, weightlessness, and then came a mighty crash which threw you against the roof of your cell. The ship disintegrated. Your cell split open. Brine washed you into the black depths of ocean. You'd swam blindly until breaking the surface. It was night, too dark to see farther than the broken planks nearby, so you had clutched a piece of drift wood and struggled to live among wild ocean waves.

It's morning now. You've drifted for hours. With your remaining strength, you swim to this unknown land. When your feet touch sand, you cast aside your driftwood life preserver and wade to the beach, only to realize how drained you are. Thirsty, sunbaked, and exhausted, you drop to your knees.

You have no idea where you are, but all that matters is that you're alive... for now.

Walk along the coast. Maybe there are other survivors

Three Well Endowed Ladies

This story concerns the Warped Ones, and the women within who have male genitals.

This story unlocks when the following criteria are met.

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The Chicken Coop

This story is available once Euna is adventurous, and you've told her the story about Aileen's Lady-In-Waiting.

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A Sister's Fantasy

This story is a fabrication of a fantasy rather than a recounting of a past event.

It unlocks once Euna is ready to promote to incestuous.

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Campfire stories are the tales you can tell Euna at dinner. They are crucial to setting Euna down the path of certain perversion. They unlock after certain circumstances are met, and each can only be told once.

Some are mild. Some are extreme. Each one has many variations, and their own style of decision branching, and multiple opportunities to pervert Euna.

Three Well Endowed Ladies

The Chicken Coop

A Sister's Fantasy

The Prowling Lilins

Aileen's Lady-In-Waiting

The Tsaritsa

Selia and the Master

The Traveling Widow

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The Prowling Lilins

This story is available once Euna is curious.

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Aileen's Lady-In-Waiting

This story is unlocked as soon as campfire stories become available, which is after you've relocated your camp for the first time.

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The Tsaritsa

This story addresses Euna's budding submissive or dominant demeanor. The tone of the story is different depending on which.

It unlocks once Euna is lewd, and she is either two points closer toward dominant or submissive than she is to the other.

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Selia and the Master

This story unlocks once Euna is lewd. You must also have told her the story of The Prowling Lilins.

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The Traveling Widow

This story is unlocked after the following criteria are met.

  • By attempting to stretch Euna's ass at least once. This can be met in a couple ways:
    • Attempt to fist her ass in bed. She must be accommodating.
    • Force a daywither up her ass while she's sitting on another one at the Daywither patch. She must be at least loose.
  • By telling her the story of The Prowling Lilins.

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The alchemists

Previous step

  1. After you've relocated to the altar, travel north to the ravine, north again to the valley, then west. You'll meet Lanx and Fira.

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The brooch and the pirate

Previous step

You must locate Damien De Castilla and get him to make a deal to take you home. First, you must get a brooch from the cove market so you can even know that he's been to your home.

Clever solution

  1. If you have the pirate emblem, then wander around quiet parts of the city until you encounter a commotion in an alleyway. You'll find men accosting a woman (Marion). Help her, help her father, end the quest however you want. The father will pay you 100 rubles for your service. (If you don't find the commotion, just come back another day. It's highly likely, but not guaranteed.)
  2. From the pirate cove entrance, go east to the market. Peruse. After Euna finds the brooch, offer to pay the man the money to learn where he got it. You'll shoplift the brooch at the end.
  3. From there, go south and east to the Siren's Bounty. Ask about Damien.
  4. Play his game. Win (this will be more involved in a later release).
  5. He'll offer to take you home if you steal the Zaratan Jewel from the Sorceress.

Lewd solution

  1. If Euna is promiscuous, take her to the market east of the cove entrance. After she finds the brooch, suggest that she take him in the back and "earn" the brooch.

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The old man and the emblem

Previous step

The old man is located east along the beach far south of the altar. He has an emblem you need to enter the pirate cove.

Clever solution

  1. First, you must have the lyre. Go to the Fiddler ship at the south end of the city. Enter the shop, ask if the instruments are for sale, then ask if you may have one.
  2. With the lyre, head to the center of the city (north of the Fiddler). Talk to the woman at the banquet table, ask about her job, then offer to play for her children. She'll give you a bottle of rum.
  3. Go to the old man on the beach. Offer the rum. Inside ask him questions until you learn about the Pirate Emblem. Leave.
  4. Now that you know about the emblem, wander about the city. A drunkard will show up in any quiet location. (If he doesn't just wait a day and look again. He's very likely to occur). He'll ask you for a sleeping remedy.
  5. Go to the city church, and ask for a remedy. (It's yours now. If you try to take this remedy back to the drunk, he'll refuse it.)
  6. Go back to the city and play for the children for a second bottle of rum.
  7. Return to the old man on the beach. Spike the rum with the remedy and offer it to him, you'll steal the emblem after he passes out.

Lewd solution

  1. If Euna is lewd, go to the old man's cabin and suggest to Euna that she flash him. By the end of the event, you'll steal the emblem.

Next step

Back

Entering the City

Previous step

After you've met Lanx and Fira, you'll be able to get into the city of Cockaigne.

Solution

  1. Borrow the climbing gear from Lanx.
  2. Go south from the altar, west at the waterfall, and west at the cliffside to find the wall.
  3. Use the climbing gear to scale the wall.

Followup method

Later on, once Euna is adventurous, you can enter the city through the front gate by having her flirt with the guards. You won't need climbing gear in your inventory for this method.

Next step

Back

Previous step

Once you have the Zaratan Jewel, you can return to Damien at any point to begin the closing arc. This arc doesn't require a walkthrough. Do as you wish and enjoy whatever ending variations you've unlocked.

Back

The catacombs and the keep

Previous step

Breaking into the sorceress's keep can only be done after you have a deal with Damien to take you home.

Clever solution

  1. Talk to Lanx and Fira about the sorceress. Ask how you could break in. He'll give you the Akkoro jelly and tell you about the bluff.
  2. Make sure you have his shaving razor.
  3. Go to the beach south of the altar and head west until you find the bluff. Swim inside.
  4. In the cave, head north to the akkoro nest. Apply the jelly and use the razor to cut your way through after the scissors don't work.
  5. Explore the catacombs until you find stairs. Head up and you're inside the keep.

Lewd solution

  1. First, Euna must be loose.
  2. Talk to Lanx and Fira about the sorceress. Ask about breaking in. He'll give you the Akkoro jelly and tell you about the bluff.
  3. Go to the beach south of the altar and head west to the bluff. Swim inside.
  4. In the cave, go north to the akkoro nest. Just have Euna try to get to the other side. She'll distract them long enough for you to get by.
  5. Explore the catacombs until you find stairs. Head up and you're inside the keep.

Next step

Back

The nezurite is in the sorceress's lab, but first you must know about it. Tara tells you.

Solution

  1. In your talk with Tara, ask why she's in bed, what the sorceress does to her, whether the sorceress shares Kara, and finally ask what Nezurite is.
  2. Make sure to ask if she'll help you get the jewel. She'll refuse, but you'll learn where the jewel is.
  3. When you try to leave, the sorceress will appear. You'll sneak out while she's distracted.
  4. From there, head south twice and climb the tower into the sorceress's lab.
  5. Ask Euna if there's anything useful in the bottles, then ask about nezurite. She'll find it among the bottles.

The first three days

  1. The first few days after finding Euna are scripted. Use this time to explore the area and find food. After finding a food source, you'll progress to night time, where you'll interact with Euna.
  2. At some point, you must explore the waterfall two steps north of the river mouth camp. Climb it and look about. You'll automatically find an altar.
  3. After three nights (or the night after you've found the altar, whichever comes second), you'll relocate to the altar. This ends the introduction.

Next step

Back

Quiet parts of the city are:

  • The garden district
  • The shops
  • Outside the church
  • By the palace when it's closed
  • By the barracks when no one is being pilloried.

The sorceress and the flower

Previous step

Once you're in the keep, you must set about obtaining the jewel. This involves tricking the sorceress in one of three ways. The all start by first finding Tara in the north-east bedroom.

Quick solution

This is the easiest and fastest to accomplish, but it's the least happy and least erotic way.

  1. Ask Tara for her help. She'll refuse.
  2. Try to leave. The sorceress will show up. And you'll have to sneak out.
  3. Go south twice to her lab.
  4. Ask Euna about the sorceress's current project, and whether she's successful
  5. Take the failed alchemical potion.
  6. Leave the keep. Come back another day.
  7. Return to Tara. Ask for her help in drugging the sorceress. Lie.

Clever solution

  1. Obtain nezurite
  2. Leave the keep.
  3. If you don't already have the lilac flower, go to the church of simori the city, enter, and ask about the flowers.
  4. Go to Lanx and Fira, ask if they could craft a potion with the nezurite. Offer the lilac when he asks for a flower.
  5. Return to the keep (on another day then when you left). Return to the master bedroom and ask Kara for her help in drugging the sorceress. She'll do it, and you'll get the jewel at the end of the arc.

Lewd solution

  1. Euna must be at least adventurous to complete this.
  2. Obtain nezurite
  3. Before you leave the keep, make sure to visit Slug, whose one step east after entering the keep.
  4. Examine the table in the room and take a lime blossom.
  5. Leave the keep.
  6. Go to Lanx and Fira, ask if they could craft the potion. Offer the lime blossom when he asks for a flower.
  7. Return to the keep (on another day then when you left). Return to the master bedroom and ask Kara for her help in drugging the sorceress. She'll do it, and you'll get the jewel at the end of the arc.

Next step

Back

Finally, up ahead, there's someone laying on the beach. Seagulls surround him. You recognize the telltale colors of the royal navy uniform: green and red. Crying out, Euna lifts her dress rushes to him, but you already know. The seagulls would not be so interested in a living body.

"Ugh," Euna cries. She halts several feet from the body. The scorching sun has already taken its toll. The belly bloats. The smell of rot fills the air.

Covering your nose, you move close to examine the body. This man did not drown. Rows of gashes run down his torso. The sleeve of his uniform is tattered. His arm is attached by a few threads of flesh. The wounds are unlike any you've ever seen.

"What happened to him?" Euna asks.

"Something killed him."

"Was it something around here?" Euna glances about.

"No. This man died a while ago, at sea. Whatever did this is in the ocean." Your mind returns to that rumbling roar you heard aboard the ship before everything went to hell.

Euna looks out to sea. "Oh."

"Well," you say, "there's no point in standing around, we should...

Bury him."

Turn around and find some water. We're not going to find anyone."

v4.8.1 release

  • Corrected deadend you could reach when inviting Euna to play with homeless people.

v4.8 release

December 24th, 2020

Here's a quick scene that I've had in my head for a while. It centers over a new mechanic where you can tie Euna's hands overhead during sex. This mostly involves new content regarding face sitting.

On a related note, there's a new game-over you can find. I suppose it's the first snuff death. Maybe I shouldn't label it a game-over. Maybe readers might do it on purpose...

Otherwise, that's it. This is my final update. There will be no more new Fool's Quest content.

...for Version 4. There are a lot of technical changes I need to make. They're backward incompatible though. So the next release after this will be V5.0, and it probably won't have too much new content. The changes are all engine changes.

Added ~2,500 words.

Other Changes

  • You can no longer bind Euna's breasts from the breasts menu. You do it from the toys menu after selecting the rope.
  • The painful promotion event now involves tying her up to the giant statue at the altar now. You don't make piton holes.

v4.7.4 release

  • Fixed F5 promotion not being accessable
  • Fixed description of Euna's boobs during sex if her tits are bound.

v4.7.3 release

November 23rd, 2020

  • Fixed misleading typo when whipping Euna on the pillory

v4.7.2 release

  • You would untie Euna's breasts from their binding even if you'd never tied them up. Fixed.
  • Typo fixes.

v4.7.1 release

November 23rd, 2020

  • You could go collect blood from the nun at the pillory, even if that event was already done for the day. Fixed.
  • Repetition in text for certain dom endings. Fixed.

v4.7 release

November 22nd, 2020

Oof. Long time. Big release. For me, anyway. This is the release for Pain-4, which includes the pillory and the Simori church. Currently, it's a little tough to gain access to this content without resorting to the guide, but I'll have some followup releases.

Added ~20,000 words

Features

  • I've switched many pool-selecting scenes from using random selection to using a shuffle selection. For instance, when you whore out Euna, the prostitution scene picked more like a card from a deck, rather than completely randomly. This means two things:
    1. Before, scenes could repeat. (If there are five possible scenes, then there was a 1/5th chance of the same scene happening tomorrow). That happens much less now. So people repeating an event day after day will get variety easier.
    2. If someone repeats an event day after day, they're now guaranteed to encounter all eligible outcomes within a certain number of days (outcomeCount*2-1 days). Before, when it was random, you could never be sure if you'd seen all available content no matter how many times you repeat the event.
    • This does mean, however, that if you saved your game at a particular random event (such as prostitution or river-spying), you may find that bookmark now leads to a different one.
  • The bearded vagrant (the blind one's friend) uses a cane because of his limp.
  • You can take food from the nun without ending your day.
  • You can take the nun's place on the pillory if Euna is into pain enough. ...Or maybe Euna can be the nun's main tormenter.
    • Even though this release advertises the pillory, there's actually not that much pillory content yet. I got caught up with the other stuff.
  • The Simori temple as a few mini arcs to investigate while you're in there, including a particular Holy book which leads to my favorite addition in this release.

Other New scenes

  • Stomach punching (started through random event)
  • Proper breast binding
  • Lots of little things that you won't notice.

v4.6 release

July 8th, 2020

It's been a busy few months despite being stuck indoors. What I have here is a revamp of the dirty promotion scene. No longer does it depend on dirty anal, but is rather a more elaborate effort that involves denying Euna the right to bathe.

After this, I like to think I'm going to work on the next tier of pain, but honestly, I'm going to work on whatever I feel like at the time, and that seems to change day to day.

New scenes

  • Tit job after anal, if Euna is only kinky.
  • Double fisting scene where you switch fists again and again to increasingly messier results.
  • Face sitting!
  • For fans of Vermin. Go to the latrines after the ant scene.

Changes

  • Removed the experience of convincing Euna to sleep with cum on her belly. There are too many "You don't have to bathe moments" already. Trying to simplify.

v4.5 release

April 7th, 2020

Here is the next tier of Filth: filthy. After you have the needed requirements, Lanx will have a mission for you which will involve a scavenger hunt of sorts. It ends with a buffet of disgusting acts which vary depending on whether Euna is dominant or submissive.

I won't spoil too much for you, but if you get stuck, the corruption guide will help you.

I've retooled Filth somewhat so that some events that were tier-2 are now tier-3, and some tier-3 are now tier-4. This is because Euna was moving along too quickly in my mind along the Filth track. Actually, outside of the promotion event, this release doesn't bring much new content. But then the promotion event is huge! I don't plan to ever make one quite this large again, because it literally added about 10% to the entire story.

But more filth will follow. The Filth track still needs work, and I'll probably make one more release focusing on that before I move on, and that release will include more vignettes, as well as more retooling.

Approx: 17,500 words added

Features

  • Changed the promotion descriptors
    • F2: was dirty girl, is now kinky girl
    • F3: was filthy slattern, is now dirty trollop.
    • F4: was nothing, is now filthy slattern.
  • The whole Filth-4 promotion quest. It's got a lot of content.

Alterations

  • Messing around with the flea-bag dog requires Euna to be dirty. It provides filthy experience. Just messing around with the clean dog also provides experience, but only dirty.
  • Euna will not experiment with urine on her own until she's at least kinky.
  • Euna will not suck a cock from her ass until she's dirty.
  • When first peeing on Euna in the glade, she won't drink any. That's it's own experience later on after she's dirty.
  • She won't fuck the fat disgusting cripple in the slums until she's filthy.

Bug fixes

  • The guides were broken and inconsistent in some ways. Fixed.
  • Numerous typos corrected thanks to the readers on Discord and their vigilance.

If you're resuming an existing game...

Since many of you have probably already discovered filthy experience, you have trouble getting the requisite 2 points you need. The two I recommend getting are:

  • Switching fists when double fisting her (requires her to be loose).
  • Have sex with her on the latrine bench.

That should do it.

v4.4.2 release

January 31st, 2020

Features

  • Story which was never supposed to be unlocked was unlocked.

Bug fixes

  • In my sloppiness, I introduced an issue in 4.4.1 which could corrupt saves. Resolved. If you have a 4.4 version, it's better to go back to that.
    • Really sorry about this, everyone. Hope it doesn't affect too many people. If you're loading in a save from yesterday (Jan 30), your first hint that it may be corrupted would be the map will seem to have its squares randomized. Or some will have gone out. If that's the case, your game may have some flags improperly set. Euna may act like she's been places she hasn't, and some content may have gotten locked out.

v4.4.1 release

Bug fixes

  • I added a new prostitution scene in 4.4 which wasn't properly hooked up and edited. It is now.
  • Minor syntactic corrections.

v4.4 release

January 28th, 2020

This is another pit stop on the way to tier 4 Filth. I think it'll be the final one, but I said that about the last release too. Spit and piss. Two more bodily fluids. It'll all make sense once I finish tier 4 Filth.

Approx: 6,700 words added

New Features

  • There's a whore down by the docks who has some lessons to teach Euna. The first is after Euna is adventurous and pain-curious. Come back after Euna is lewd and dirt-curious. You'll need to pay her price, however.
    • These lessons are tricks you used to be able to teach her, but that never made sense. It's better for her to learn them from a whore.
  • You can earn some pocket change at the Siren's Bounty now. This is mostly so you can afford the whore. I'll expand on this more later.
  • Blind, down at the Slums, needs help with his pots. This is a Filthy path. Only investigate if you like bathroom games.
    • This implies that it opens the door to more bathroom games. That'll come in a later release, but don't worry. You're setting the correct flag for your game if you play the content now.
  • The kinky promotion event is no longer spying on Euna when she plays with her pee down by the river. It's anal sex. This is part of a transition away from having Filth be all about potty stuff. It includes bukakis, bad hygiene, food play... All sorts of stuff, and a reader shouldn't have to engage in watersports to get to all that.

Changes

  • Euna doesn't act so surprised if you keep whoring her at 5 rubles.
    • Also, if she's dominant, you'll only be able to suggest 5 rubles once before she realizes she needs to take charge of her own price setting.
    • Also, selling her for 5 gives submissive experience, although you've probably already resolved her dom or sub status by then.
  • Numerous improvements to prose. Broke up a few large passages with simple decisions.
  • When the Simori nuns get flogged at the pillory, it gets bloody. This will be relevant for Tier 4 Filth.

Notes for games already in progress.

  • If Euna is already kinky or above, then some watersports scenes may be locked once you resume your game.
    • Fix this by exploring the new content with Blind at the slums.
    • Or repeat the river scene where she experiments with watersports. Then you confront her about it that night.
  • If Euna has already learned how to deepthroat, she has now forgotten. This is to allow you access to the new deepthroat content learning sequence.
  • Bearded and Blind, the two old men in the slums, are now first described as sitting outside their respective shanties, inside of which are numerous pots. If you've already visited them, the pots may seem understated to you.

v4.3 release

December 11th, 2019

This release introduces a new kink: lactation. There are already some scenes with it, but now you'll notice you get experience for them. (You actually already were. It just wasn't announced.) This also includes content regarding female ejaculation, particularly all over things.

This release is a pitstop on my way to writing the 4th tier of Filth. It is not a diversion. All this content will play a part, I just decided to release these bits as standalone because I'm trying to stay away from enormous monolithic releases.

Approx: 5,000 words added

New scenes

  • Shirina lactates, and with it comes a few scenes, as well as a new (albeit incomplete) kink: Lactation.
  • The wench at the Siren's Bounty has a special service she offers. It involves female ejaculate.
  • When you stay to help Lanx and Fira with their work, and there aren't any unique events, there is now a small pool of alternate default events, instead of one. They are no longer always making boiler plate Spagyric concoction. I cracked open my dumb alchemy books and actually found some alternatives grounded in actual old-time alchemy.
    • This is not worth your time to investigate. It just reduces repetitiveness.

Bug fixes

  • Some mechanical corrections, thanks to the people in Discord.

v4.2 release

November 14th, 2019

This is just a quick release which introduces several new cleaning scenes involving Euna and Lanx.

Why?

Because before, there've always been just enough scene so that exactly one was available whether Euna was lewd, promiscuous, whorish, dominant, or submissive. Then, last release, I introduced a watersports scene, assuming you have that unlocked.

That made it so that if you had unlocked watersports, then there would be exactly two scenes available. Some default one, and the watersports one. They'd play with watersports half the time. And Lanx just isn't that into it.

Added ~1200 words.

Features

  • After the introductory lewd promotion scene, there are five Euna/Lanx, each with their own unlock properties and dom and sub variants. Now at least, there's some better variety.

v4.1 release

November 12th, 2019

This release is a shotgun peppering of variants for the numerous radiant events throughout the story. And they're all oral-themed. Why? One reader suggested the idea of Euna being a girl who only serviced people with her mouth, and that her other holes would be off limits.

That would take a remarkable amount of work, and won't happen any time soon, but I do like the idea. So here is a small step in that direction.

This release does nothing substantial. No new mechanics, or engine changes, or plot developments. That's what made it enjoyable to write. I've been meaning to make a release like this one for a while.

Next release will probably have something more substantial, but I promise it will also be in V4. Your old games will still work.

About 3,600 words added this release.

New scenes

  • Added oral-only variant for the slum dog scenes I added in V4.0. I also made it repeatable.
  • Cumming on Euna's chest during sex while at home can lead to filth experience if you tell her not to clean it. Euna must be dirt-curious
  • Random encounter in city: Man catcalls Euna while stroking himself. You need to be promiscuous and either dominant or submissive. Euna reacts very differently depending on which you have. (Also Euna has to have given head to strangers before.)
  • Added a new Lanx/Euna watersports sex scene. Euna must have drunk urine before this unlocks.
    • Also streamlined the cauldron cleaning. Less clicks and less repetitive text.
  • Added dock whoring scene involving rimming. Euna must be dirty.
  • Added kinky, beast-loving scene when pleasuring horses. Mouth only.
  • New river spying scene which unlocks if you've used the pestle on Euna. It can vary slightly depending on how far down the Size track you are, how much you've used the pestle on her, and what fellatio techniques she knows.
    • Technically, this isn't an oral-only scene, but Euna is allowed to do her own thing when you're not around. So lay off.

Bug fixes

  • Multiple typos corrected, thanks to the helpful readers on the discord channel.
  • If Euna makes herself a receptacle for the rowdy boys at the City Feast, she'll be open to the practice during sex with you.
  • Will no longer replace Euna's non-existent gag after convincing her to let you rim her.

v4.0 release

October 31st, 2019

Oils and Lubricants! Putting in the foundation for these is really what was so expensive about this release. Currently, there are only two, which you can find.

Why did I add them? Because the oils can have subtle differences. Currently they're mostly the same, but not entirely. For the most part however, they can be ignored if you're not interested in looking for those subtle differences. You only need them twice for the Size track, and Euna will telegraph those two occasions clearly.

More oils will come eventually.

I fell into my old trap with this release, where it's been so long since a release that I want there to be more content with it. So I hold out a bit and make content, only for the delay to be longer, and then I feel like even more is needed. As a result, this release comes with several small scenes and improvements, including major changes to the sex game at night.

Hopefully, I'll stick to my word this time and make quicker releases with smaller amounts of content.

Approx words added: ~12,000

Features

  • List with dirt-curious examples, or links to thing like the the introduction.
  • Lubricant, or oils as they called them back then. There are currently two that can be collected. Right now, it probably seems like an unnecessary edition, but I have plans for various types of oils which can have different effects in different circumstances.
    • As a result, the bottle mechanic is different. Instead of it being one of the interchangeable items, you get a collection of bottles after performing a short quest.
    • Also, if you're not a fan of the idea of oils, there are only a couple times when they're required to progress the Size track, and Euna will let you know when those times are.
  • The game now tracks if Euna's had sex since her last bath. For instance, if Euna had sex with the guards at the gate, then when you go down on her later that night, her pussy will be flaky and messy. I'll do more with this as time goes on. But the framework is there, which I needed to do during a major version change.

New scenes

  • Putting the pestle up Euna's butt is now possible.
  • New loose promotion scene. Anally fisting Euna. Dialog choices for it will be available throughout sex once she's warmed up anally.
    • This replaces the old promotion at the daywither mushrooms. I made this choice because the daywither promotion was highly unintuitive. You could go there when Euna is accommodating, and she wouldn't want anything to do with them. But once you had enough experience, you had to know to go back there and ask again. Many people weren't figuring this out.
  • Instead, Daywither musthrooms are an experience gain.
  • Euna's breasts are now focusable topic during sex. Titty fuck her. Piss on her (in the right conditions). Paint her with cum.
  • Double fisting, and a cross-fetish elaborations regarding that and anal fisting.
  • The bottle quest. It has a minigame involving berries. It's pretty vanilla, but fun I think, and I hope to expand on it later.
  • There's a new kink! Vermin. It's still under construction currently, but experience can be earned from it. Currently the only vermin scene exists if you use daywither slime in the glade. Try it if you like the idea of ants.
  • If Euna is whorish, kinky, and beast-loving, those dogs in the slums can come up. Some of them aren't exactly well-groomed. (Vermin scene available).

Bug fixes

  • Certain requirements for incestuous weren't described in the guide. They now are.

v3.1 release

July 4th, 2019

I hope you like dicks, because that's what this release is about.

A new campfire story which is entirely about dick girls in different styles and methods. It's a high-level story, so it won't unlock until Euna is promiscuous, but the experience it gains stronger stuff, and can help at slightly higher levels than with most stories. Some of you source code sniffers might recognize this story as one that's been sitting in the hidden recesses of the game. It's all cleaned up and at an impressive 8500 word count.

It follows three dick girls, who each have their own reason for being what they are. Each girl has three specific choices for them, and then each can pick from four out of a pool of six other options. There is a ton of variation through the different permutations, so I imagine many of you may be backing over this story many times.

For those who'd rather jump straight to the new story and not play through again, you can click here. (But don't keep playing with that link. It's only good for the story.)

New scenes

  • The campfire story: Three Well Endowed Ladies

v3.0.1 release

May 10th, 2019

I completely forgot to check in places where I once wrote painful material, but never unlocked it.

Light spoilers below.

New/variant content

  • There is a new painful nettles scene, which was exposed in V3.0, but now it's edited.
  • If Euna is painful and you spy on the sorceress raping her niece, the sorceress will be even rougher, particularly to her niece's breasts.
  • If Euna is painful and dominant, when you sell Marion into slavery, Euna will be much more encouraging of the idea.

Bug fixes

  • You could have Euna offer to take the place of the nun at the pillory, which led to a reference error. My mistake. That will be available, but the content isn't written yet, so now it's probably hidden.
  • Fixed bug where if you've had her climb the wall naked in the past, you could never tie the rope too tightly later on.
  • If you pressed fingers into Euna's ass from fingering her, you couldn't suggest anal sex. Fixed.

v3.0 release

May 10th, 2019

I bet you all thought I'd given this up.

No. I just had real life take over for a while. Also, I needed a break, but here I am with 3.0 (with a logo!). There probably aren't as many changes as you'd expect; most of this time was spent away from Fool's Quest, but there is stuff.

From here on, I'm going to try to aim for smaller releases, more frequent. It shouldn't be a problem for you all, since I work hard to make sure your playthroughs are compatible with new minor version releases. We'll see what happens.

Features

  • List with dirt-curious examples, or links to thing like the the introduction.
  • New pain tier: painful. The promotion event is actually the one that used to be for rough, and now P2 has a new one that involves light pain-play during sex.

New scenes

  • Expanded upon wall climbing. So long as you have ropes, there will be adventurous, lewd, rough, and painful experiences.
  • The bathing random scene has progressions, up to adventurous, can provide experience, and no longer occurs repeatedly if there's nothing new to do. I'll expand on it more later.
  • A promiscuous, kinky scene at the city banquet involving boys who drink too much wine.

Improvements

  • When entering the caves, you only have to manually apply the repellant once. That's one less click you have to do when passing through later on.
  • Made The accommodating promotion (fisting Euna) easier to find organically. So long as Euna has had some form of penetrative fun, she can go straight to fisting from fingering.
    • Also, it's easier to find the experience from repeatedly fisting her until she doesn't require preamble. Doing so, or reaching loose permanently replaces fingering with fisting in late night sex.
  • There are three types of options in sex now, instead of two.
    • Relevant options: If Euna is sucking you off, you have the choice to finish in her mouth.
    • "Shift-gears" options: Switching from whatever you're doing, to instead having sex with her, etc...
    • Random context options: the new kind. These are things that are semi-relevant to many sex acts (such as how slapping her ass can occur during sex and sodomy). These could pile up, which is why they're random. Kind of. Only one is available at a time, and which one is randomly selected.
  • There's probably other stuff too, but I've been working on this release for months on and off, and I can't remember.

v2.5.1 release

December 17th, 2018

Bug fixes

  • Numerous typos corrected in campfire stories.
  • Users could not select text as a result of the new menu system. Fixed.

v2.5 release

December 15th, 2018

And here it is! I bet a lot of you thought I'd given Fool's Quest up. Never! (at least for a few more years probably). Got slammed with real life stuff. And also just needed to take a break. I'll be doing that from time to time. Future updates will likely be at a somewhat slower pace.

But this here is no small update! Incest is done. All two of it's tiers, with elaborated end-game content, new campfire stories, and an intricate random encounter.

On top of that. I've worked the game engine a bit and produced the side menu. Swipe right, or press 'o' to access it. Right now, it doesn't do too much, but it will greatly expand what future engine features I can produce.

About 12,000 words were added in this release. My next will likely be more relaxed. Maybe just a spattering of new scenes to fill out existing content.

Features

  • The side menu! It can toggle the theme to a dark-on-white background. I'm not sure anyone actually wants it, but it's what you get.
  • Incest! It comes with two tiers. See incest-curious and incestuous for details
  • The guide now includes information on how to unlock all stories.

New scenes

  • The end has several new additions
    • The interaction between Euna and her father has a incestuous, whorish variant. (Both are required.)
    • In her room before the coronation has a incestuous scene where Euna watches her sister do stuff. Then you can jump in with Aileen. The tone of this scene differs depending on if its dominant or submissive. It also has kinky and dirty variants.
    • In that scene, if Euna is at least adventurous she'll have a discussion with you about laws and edicts. Currently, the only discussion right now is about prostitution. Most of its content requires Euna to have prostituted herself at the docks at least once, and then it has submissive, dominant, incest-curious, and incestuous variants.
  • Random encounter. A young lad wants your help punishing his misbehaved sisters
    • Euna must be at least incest-curious and promiscuous. He'll show up in town. This encounter can result in all the experience you need for incestuous.
    • I'll probably elaborate this encounter much more in a later release.
  • New campfire story!
    • This one is about Aileen, but Euna tells it instead. Of course, she has to make it up. It unlocks once Euna is ready to promote to incestuous. This may also see elaboration in later releases.

v2.4.2 release

November 11th, 2018

Bug fixes

  • I managed to reintroduce the "infinite experience" bug regarding fingering Euna on the dance floor. Fixed.
  • Fixed a bad game state that could occur when entering the stables when Euna is promiscuous or lower.

v2.4.1 release

October 22nd, 2018

Bug fixes

  • Game had no clickable options after witnessing the Simori nuns get punished at the pillory. Fixed.
  • If you were promiscuous or lewder, the new "apple" scene with Shirina was unable to progress. Fixed.

v2.4 release

October 21st, 2018

This release introduces random events, which I think will go a long way towards making Fool's Quest more dynamic. These events can happen in many squares. Normally, each event can happen once per day. But some will only happen once a playthrough.

Currently, some events are little more than vignettes. You can stop and spectate, but that's it. But moving forward I'll aim to have all events fall under one of three categories.

  • Quick one-sentence events that don't have any actions to take (such as passing a topless woman on the street). These just add flavor.
  • One-time-only events: These happen once in a playthrough, and they'll result in experience or new arcs.
  • Variant events: They can happen repeatedly, but they'll change over time as Euna grows more lewd.

I think following this paradigm will help keep events interesting.

Apart from a few other scenes, that's it for content. These random events took some refactoring of my game engine to get working right. Not certain what I'll be working on next, but I'm thinking maybe... incest? Not sure though.

About 5,300 words were added in this release.

Features

  • The chocolate scene with Shirina only randomly happens 1/4 of the time. The rest of the time it's a non-event. Those chocolate-loving couple needed to seriously cool it with their chocolate fetish.
  • Damien will demand his weekly tribute even if you're only promiscuous, so long as you either have money to pay him or are ready to uphold your end of the bargain.
  • Removed option to offer help to Shirina. Instead, she'll ask for it when you eat. The practical effect is you no longer have to check two dialogs to look for new content with her.
  • Encountering Marion is now a random event which can occur in any quiet part of the city. Should actually make finding her by happenstance easier.
  • The drunkard who needs the remedy is now a random event with a high probability of occurring in any quiet part of the city.

New scenes

  • Euna's watersports spying scene has dirty variant where she's more enthusiastic.
  • Shirina at the city banquet now has a accommodating apple scene that can occur. It grants loose and possibly promiscuous experience.
  • Random events. Currently they only happen in the city (and one in the Keep). More will come.
    • A Lactation event in the city. It can occur after Euna is curious and it has variants leading up to lewd with promiscuous experience.
    • A random city event: A woman bathing in a fountain.
    • Other city events, but they're simple vignettes.
    • A random keep event about the girl who keeps the floors clean.

Bug fixes

  • Fingering Euna when dancing with her could replayed over and over for infinite lewd experience. Fixed.
  • The stablehand was mentioned when Euna played with the horses in the glade. Fixed.

v2.3.1 release

October 7th, 2018

Bug fixes

  • The "sausage" scene with Shirina at the feast was inaccessible. Fixed.

v2.3 release

October 7th, 2018

More bestiality content. I intended for this release to include many more random scenes scattered throughout the story, but the horse content just required a lot more work to really be done. And even now, there's still a lot more I could do.

But now, there are various ways to blow a horse. Or to have sex with a horse. Besides the horses in the stables, Euna can also play with the horses Lord Dalmat lends you. (but you can't collect animal salts from them yet, and you can't do anything with the horses in the fields outside Lanx's wagon yet either). But most of the content is there now. It's a fully fledged fetish.

There is also some lactation content added. It's the initial skeleton of a lactation fetish track that I'll add down the line. Experience isn't even mentioned yet (but it is rewarded). Ask Fira about her breasts. Then mess around with her later behind Euna's back. One scene, but I like it.

For my next release. I might actually flesh out several scattered scenes like I promised to do on this one. Or I might fill out the Cove slave-pits somewhat. Or maybe I'll start working on the Incest fetish like some people have requested. Not sure yet.

Speaking of requests, I'm getting many more now, thanks in large part to Academy of Fetishes giving me a mention. If you enjoy Fool's Quest, you should check them out. It's a CYOA story much like this one.

Added word count: 5250

New scenes

  • Dancing with Euna at the festival is slightly elaborated. There's lewd experience for fingering her.
  • Milk-fetish scene. You can now discuss Fira's breasts. She'll admit to occasional lactation. If you admit you find it hot, it adds a breast-feeding variant when fooling around with her later. This is the very first step into a milk fetish track, which will come a while later.
  • Horse scenes. Sexing up horses. Blowing horses. Many different random variants exist. Most horse sex requires her to be loose first.
    • There are kinky, beast-loving variants that can occur when Euna both blows or has sex with a horse. It's about cum play.
    • There is a dirty, beast-loving horse pleasuring variant that won't occur unless you've shown Euna how to give rim jobs. (I'll let you figure out what it's about)
    • Every horse has a name, a description, and a personality.
      • A mild personality. It's 1-dimensional. But, you know... it's a horse.
  • You can collect animal salts from the akkoro. They fetch a higher price.

Bug fixes

  • Euna must be dominant before she'll take advantage of Marion in the alleyway.
  • Fool's Quest won't issue errors when run on browsers with strict security settings (like Tor Browser). But it probably still won't work yet since SVG is required, and strict security often disallows that.

v2.2 release

September 25th, 2018

Horse sex.

That's what this release is all about. Two tiers of bestiality: beast-curious and beast-loving. The largest added scene for this was an interaction between Fira and Euna, which occurs after beast-curious is achieved.

The other major change is the sudden existence of the stables in the city. You won't be able to get in there until you have a reason to be in there, but Lanx will give you a reason.

Continuity change: The horses that Lord Dalmat (Marion's father) gives you are no longer yours to keep. They're just rentals.

About 7300 words were added this release, just about all of it is about horse sex. For my next release, I may just make a whole bunch of little scenes that I've been meaning to add. I'll probably do more on horses too, since I actually intended to do a lot more with them than I have. Like do more than just have attempted sex with them, or use the horses in the field next to Lanx's wagon.

Features

  • The city stables are now a new venue in the city. They're by the city gates. The stablehands there are a bored bunch.
  • Lanx has a brand new item you can borrow. Currently, it's only useful for the bestiality track, but that will change.
  • A new prostitution variant exists involving a man walking his dogs. Requires Euna to be beast-loving.

Minor Changes

  • The fireside story option no longer shows up if there are no stories to tell.
  • The sex toy near the altar site will show up the first time you linger at camp. There's no longer a time delay before it's first findable.

Bug Fixes

  • Fixed issue when rimming Euna, and then fingering her butthole. It would expose an option to "finish in her ass" even though you aren't having anal sex with her.
  • When in the siren's bounty after having already diced with Damien, the text will explain why you're not able to approach him again (you must wait a day).
  • The "Play Poorly" option when dicing with Damien was accidentally exposed on second play attempts. Fixed.

v2.1.1 release

September 17th, 2018

Bug fixes

  • Numerous typos corrected in the Widow story
  • The drunkard in town showed back up after getting the emblem the non-erotic way. This prevented ever encountering Marion. Fixed.
  • Fixed issue when passing through the akkoro nest, you always ended up on the ocean side, thus soft-locking the game.
  • Fixed erroneously getting size experience for passing through the akkoro nest non-erotically.
  • Fixed issue where after passing through the akkoro nest non-erotically, you could then pass through it erotically without meeting the requirements.

v2.1 release

September 16th, 2018

New campfire story: A widow and her five sons travel with the Prowling Lilins. The woman develops an anal fixation. And her sons... well... it depends on what you choose. This story clocks in at 8500 words, making it the largest of the campfire stories. This may be because of it's format.

You make 3 binary choices passing through the story, resulting in 8 outcomes. Each decision also unlocks an optional extreme extra made available at the end. That means 6 extras, and 3 are available in any given permutation. And those extras can vary depending on the unrelated options as well. In short, this story has a lot of variation, and lots of experience to gain.

It unlocks after you've attempted to anally fist Euna. It doesn't matter whether you succeed or not (and also the Lilins introduction story must already have been told).

Discord Server: I have also made a discord server where people can discuss their thoughts and ideas about Fool's Quest, or just come to be social. Currently, it's only advertised at the end of the story since the discussions are rife with spoilers. However, anyone is welcome to join. Drop me a message for an invite.

Not sure what I'll work on next. Maybe I'll dig through the reader request pile.

Features

  • The attempted anal fisting scene used to be accessible only when going down on Euna. Now it can be initiated from fingering her too. Should make unlocking the new campfire story easier.
  • The M key now toggles the map.

Bug fixes

  • The Selia story accidentally introduced poo elements even if you didn't specify them. Fixed.
  • Corrected numerous typos pointed out to me on the new discord channel.

v2.0 release

September 14th, 2018

And after three weeks, here is version 2. This release dealt with many infrastructural issues and backward incompatible changes, so it looks much the same.

But there is a map now! Instead of just a compass, you can click the center to bring up a map on par with a Legends of Zelda dungeon map, but it should make finding your way around easier. Also, text displayed when traveling my compass is reduced to a minimum on all pages to help expedite travel.

Next big change: Before, if you beat Damien at dice before making Euna whorish, then you were locked out. Not anymore! Damien takes away your emblem and only lets you come and go for a week. After that week is up, you must earn more time, if you know what I'm saying. This provides ample opportunity for the whorish promotion. Currently, if Euna isn't ready to promote, Damien, uh... forgets to bring you in. This won't be the case once I expand upon the slave-pits.

Next change: I've added the first sex toy (not including the daywithers). It shows up near the beginning around the altar if you don't go spy on Euna (not necessarily on the first day). Euna may toss it away, but if she does, it will turn up days later to tempt her again. I'm not going to spoil what the sex toy is here, only know that it plays into some early Size experience, and if you know your Slavic lore, it's a big hint as to whom the altar once belonged...

Features

  • The map!
  • The compass will try to stay in the same part of the page if it can so it's not jumping around so much.
  • An intro skip has been added to the main page which jumps you to the altar. Along with this skip comes the solemn promise from the author that if anything should ever change about the intro, it will be detailed in these release notes.
  • The corruption guide has been revamped a little into separate pages, so it's not all one long list of fetishes and their tiers.
  • Deprecated versions of Fool's Quest will emit one notification that you're playing an expired game, but will otherwise allow you to play on.
  • Size and Stretching fetish is henceforth known only as "Size".
  • Many events now provide experience when they didn't before: getting molested by the akkoro, seducing the sorceress, ... These experience don't necessarily lead anywhere yet, but you can still accumulate them for when the promotion is eventually added.
  • Progressing Euna's level in lewdness now requires 3 experience per level (excluding the curious, the lost virginity progression).
  • The sex toy...

New scenes

  • New nighttime sex scenes exist when you possess the new sex toy. You can use it on Euna, and then proceed to do other things to her while it's still in use. Using it grants accommodating experience. And loose experience is available if you end sex with the toy still in use. She'll opt to keep it in her through the night, but you'll need Lanx's climbing gear to tie a rope harness onto her.

Bug fixes

  • Missing page to new game links to latest version, and is also a readable font color now.
  • Got rid of the pointless compass steps inside the catacombs. I'll put them back in once I'm ready to make a catacombs that's more than two squares.
  • Numerous bug fixes and grammar improvements.

v1.7 release

August 25th, 2018

This release is coming early, and with less content. Firstly, this is because I wanted to get mobile support out there, because apparently it's been garbage this whole time. Secondly, because my next release will be 2.0. This will be a non-backward compatible update, meaning any saved games will not automatically adopt new content. Also, I expect 2.0 will take me longer than usual to produce.

I'll be making a few major changes, but the biggest one—the one that's made me decided to do this—is correcting the whorish promotion. Currently, if you miss it, it's gone. Euna will never be whorish. I still want it to be the scene that it is (with Euna agreeing to it because it's strategic, not because it's fun) which is why it's taken me a while to decide how to fix it. I've figured it out, but... you know... it won't be backward compatible.

For those dreading starting over, I'll hopefully be introducing a "Skip Intro" feature, but we'll see.

There is some new content with this release though. Face-fucking and golden showers. I put these in after realizing that I severely lack content to enjoy after unlocking final tiers.

About 2,500 words were added in this release.

Features

  • Mobile support added.
  • Gzip content-encoding. Feel those loading-time milliseconds peel away. It feels good.

New scenes

  • Forceful face-fucking scenes exist. Euna must be rough. Have her give you head, then suggest she let you take over.
  • Golden shower scene in the glade. Euna must be lewd and kinky. In the glade, first have her take her clothes off. This has dom and sub endings, which can be taken regardless of whether Euna is dominant or submissive, resulting in four permutations. Even though you don't get experience for mismatching them, my favorite combination is when you choose the submissive path with a dominant Euna.
  • In general, the Glade has been reworked. Stripping Euna naked doesn't necessitate sex.
  • After the golden shower scene at the glade, you can piss down her throat when face-fucking her.

Bug Fixes

  • On mobile, compass buttons (besides being very tiny) were sticky. Touching them would leave them faded until something else was clicked. Should be fixed now.

v1.6.1 release

August 22nd, 2018

Bug fixes

  • Euna was still too tolerant of Lanx during cauldron cleaning scenes when she was chaste. It also granted experience that resulted in her engaging in casual sex before she's even lost her virginity. Fixed.
  • Numerous typos corrected.

v1.6 release

August 19th, 2018

The pain fetish is now available. Only two tiers at the time, going up to rough so Euna doesn't do much more than any other kinky girlfriend would do, but it is a necessary addition. Pain, stretching-and-gaping, and filth are the three core fetishes I've always planned to have.

This release also introduces a new mechanic. Timed events. After getting Euna interested in deepthroating, she'll practice on her own for 3-5 days. After 3, you can get her to try again. It took some coding to get it all working correctly, but now that it's in, I have other plans for that mechanic.

I'm actually not sure what I'll be doing next. There's so much to do it's overwhelming. I imagine whatever I do, I'll probably include some more filth content; it's the most requested. Perhaps I'll finally finalize those stories I disabled several versions ago. Do you all have any requests?

About 5,800 words were added in this release.

Features

  • Pain fetish up to 2 ranks. This is rope tying, light whipping, slapping, deep-throat choking and such, and some verbal abuse (not technically pain, but I'm looping it into this fetish as emotional pain).
  • When Fool's Quest in Twitter, Facebook, or other places, it should produce a proper title card.

New scenes

  • Hair pulling option during sex. Provides rough experience.
  • Nettles. Not just for show anymore. If Euna is pain-curious, you can egg her into a test of her tolerance. It grants pain experience.
  • After first experimenting with Nettles, there's a "teasing" option made available.
  • At rough, another nettles option unlocks, where you whip her with some nettle stems.
  • The promotion scene leading into rough. On her own, Euna will become curious to try bondage and pain. If you have Lanx's rock climbing gear after dinner and she's ready to promote, she'll initiate a scene where you tie her up by her wrists and get some options to torment her. I think it came out well, but it's fairly vanilla as low-tier promotions must be. I can start working on more extreme stuff now.
  • Deepthroat scene. If Euna is pain-curious, and you've instructed her on how to give head (which means she's also adventurous), you can now encourage her to take your dick all the way. She'll fail, but for the next few days, she'll be practicing with a long, wooden stirring spoon down by the river. You can optionally spy on her. After three days, the next time you get her to give you head, she'll do a proper job this time. Provides experience at the end. Once she knows how to take a dick down her throat, it slightly alters most of her head-giving scene from then on.
  • Very minor variant. If Euna gave into Slug's demands, or she punished him to get information, there's now a rough, dominant option afterward to make sure he regrets trying to extort Euna. For the same tiers, you can also choose to torment him immediately without giving in to his first sexual demand.

Bug fixes

  • If you went to Lanx and Fira, offered to help out, then told Lanx to clean his own damn cauldron, Euna would engage in blatant exhibitionism too early (she'd show him her pussy before she's ever even had sex). A tamer scene exists where he only gets a glimpse down her bodice. In exchange for this downgrade, these early cauldron-cleaning scenes grant various experience.

v1.5 release

August 11th, 2018

Filth has a new tier. Euna can now become a dirty slattern (which is one of my favorite words). The promotion is done through an anal sex scene.

I've also revamped the slums somewhat. Of the two vagrants you could talk to, the legless one is now blind instead, because a separate legless vagrant now exists with his own sex scene. There is also all sorts of lewd and filthy experience to be had through the slums.

What I'll be working on now will probably be either bestiality, pain, or even more filth (the most requested fetish). Also, one reader recommended that I leave comments in some places where the story is only a stub (such as the nettles being there, but never used yet). I might create an "author's comments" feature which can be enabled or disabled, which will contain helpful info like that. Maybe.

About 5,550 words added with this release.

Features

  • Added dirty. It's the 3rd rank in the filth fetishes (aptly named too).
  • The slums are revamped. The new format will work better as I add more content.

New scenes

  • Added the dirty promotion event. When Euna is ready to promote, the next time you have anal sex with her, she'll warn of having a full bowels. And... well, you get the idea. It has extra elements and experience if Euna is either dominant or submissive
  • Added dirty variant when tongue-cleaning Marion in the alley. Have Euna rim Marion, then decide to use Marion for yourself.
  • dirty variant now available for when spying on the sorceress abusing her niece in the keep bedroom. The sorceress is a little more extreme than dirty would have Euna behaving, but then the sorceress is always a little more perverted than Euna.
  • A couple whoring scenes will have minor dirty variations.
  • Sex scene. When Euna is kinky and giving you head, you can teach her fellatio techniques involving the butt, such as using a finger to stimulate the prostate, and giving you a rim job. This provides F3 experience and impacts her head giving skills from then on.
    • Before this, the Fool would teach Euna everything there is to know about head during that one adventurous encounter, but I like this change how the butt-stuff head techniques are separate. Her fellatio technique could be unique based upon her fetishes, instead of just being good or bad. Like maybe being into Pain or submission has her deep throating so much her choking stimulates you. Dunno though. May be a lot of work if no one is interested. Any of you have opinions?
  • Once lewd, Euna will let the blind vagrant feel her breasts so he can better see her.
  • Once promiscuous, Euna will let the vagrants feel her intimates too. This scene has elaborations if you're dominant and submissive.
  • Once whorish and kinky, Euna will not only have sex with bearded and blind vagrants, she'll clean them up with her tongue.
  • At whorish and dirty, you can get Euna to engage in sex with an obese cripple in the slums. This scene involves smegma, and is just generally gross AF.

v1.4.1 release

July 24th, 2018

Features

  • Added my reddit profile on the feedback page. Y'all can follow it for release announcements if you like. I think I might be the only person left who prefers RSS.

Bug fixes

  • Dates weren't showing up on the change log. Fixed, and aligned better.

v1.4 release

July 23rd, 2018

New Story! It's about Euna's mother, Yelena, and it's ties heavily into the dominance and submission feature of V1.3. I'd actually intended to release this then, but I ran out of time.

It has a unique story structure. First, the story can have two different tones. If Euna is approaching submissive, then her mother will be a dutiful wife in the story. If dominant, then her mother will be a domineering matron.

Second, Euna is having sex with the Fool during its telling, which means the Fool can only include so many choices before finishing. Two story elements can be picked. Each has its own quick anecdote, and a couple combinations can result in a unique anecdote relating to both elements. (For instance, pregnancy and politics results in a tale about how Yelena birthed an heir for one of Euna's father's allies, and how that heir used to be a childhood friend that Euna fancied...)

I really like the concept of this element-combination story. However, combining that along with creating a sub/dom alternative for every story got tiring. Already, all the permutations for this tale started to feel rote. I might revisit the element-combination idea with another story, where I can really go nuts.

I'll be going back to filling out the core fetishes now. The only requests I've received from readers is to expand the Filth fetish, so I'll probably make the next tier of filth for V1.5.

Features

  • Experience is now gained for incest and pain, although there isn't a promotion for either yet. Not sure how Euna is going to become more into incest when she's in a kingdom without any family...
  • Added a link after you finish the game that allows you to return to camp. In theory, people won't have to start new games to experience new content if they've already finished.
  • dominant and submissive promotions require one more experience each to promote. The new story may be that new experience. Or not.

New scenes

  • New campfire story about Euna's mother (approx. 7000 words). Unlocks when Euna is lewd and close to becoming dominant or submissive
    • This story is required for those promotions. However, it comes up first in the campfire queue if she's eligible to hear them.
    • Even though this story is now a required part of promoting Euna to submissive or dominant, those who've already promoted Euna will still have that story available in their campfire story queue.
    • The story includes filth variants when Euna is already kinky.

Bug fixes & edits

  • Numerous edits
  • Removed uses of "knight" in the story. It's a European rank which didn't exist in Kievan Rus, and thus wouldn't exist in Ruthgar either. In the end, the Fool becomes a dvoriane, which was a rank of nobility during 13th-16th century Russia, similar to the boyar, but awarded. dvoriane served their lords directly, like a knight. It's not exactly the same as a knighthood, but it fits well, and is more appropriate. Because if there's anything you should expect from raunchy CYOA stories, it's historical accuracy.

v1.3 release

July 11th, 2018

Dominance and Submission! The scaffolding for these fetishes are complete, and now Euna will trend toward one or the other depending on your decisions. This is the first major decision split where both paths cannot be experienced within the same story, because after she falls to one side or the other, she fixes in place. You can tread in the middle and keep her from becoming either, but that hides away more content than it unlocks. I had hoped to have a new story which would tie in heavily to the dom/sub elements, but I didn't finish it in time. Hopefully, it will be out with V1.4.

A question for readers: Most content that I'm adding can be experienced by resuming an already existing game. I'm considering having links within this changelog to new scenes. Might be nice for those who don't want to run through the story again. However, those links would only lead to standalone versions of those scenes. They couldn't be used to resume the story. Is this something anyone would be interested in?

Features

  • Dominance and Submission can both gain one rank.
  • Numerous speech and dialog variants introduced depending on whether Euna is a dom or sub.
  • Interrogating Slug is now only available if Euna is dominant. (It's also only available if you didn't learn the whereabouts of the jewel from Tara.)
  • The default morning routine now has a small pool of variants to pick from. Minor change, but adds nice emersion.

New scenes

  • Letting Marion just walk off to her fate now has a dominant variant where Euna teaches Marion a hard lesson about how people will only ever want to use her. That lesson has a kinky variant too.
  • After the lewd promotion, the sex scene in the alley now as dominant and submissive options, which, respectively, are a creampie scene and a dare for Euna to walk through the city leaking cum (already existed). Experience comes from both.
  • The sex scene after the promiscuous promotion with lanx now as a dominant and submissive variant which both provide the respective experience. Each variant is only available if Euna is already trending that way. Both scenes are fairly vanilla, but I like how they turned out.
  • A dominant promotion scene where Euna will wake you by sitting on your face after she decides she's going to be a dominant woman.
  • A submissive promotion scene where Euna wakes you by sucking you off after she decides she wants to be dominated in bed.
  • Leaving Euna alone with Lanx now has dominant variants, which are different at lewd, promiscuous, and whorish
  • Having an affair with Fira while Euna is with Lanx now has a straight sex scene added to the pool. This scene has no requirements, but it's a random pool, so this event may take a few tries to come up.
  • When encountering Marion in the alley, you can have Euna try to take Marion's place if she's submissive and whorish. Results in a dual rape.
  • After Marion's rape, you can have Euna tongue-clean Marion if she's submissive and promiscuous. Includes kinky variants.

Bug fixes

  • Corrected nonsense link caption about an old man when refusing Euna's sexual advance after Euna's promiscuous promotion.
  • You can't keep giving Euna to the vagrants all day any more. Once is enough! That entire arc is more of a stub at this point really.
  • Numerous edits.

v1.2.1 release

June 26th, 2018

Bug fixes

  • Corrected dead-end story path that occurred when Euna fellates you after anal sex.
  • Corrected blank page that occurred when flashing the guards for the first time if Euna is already willing to take them "somewhere private".

v1.2 release

June 26th, 2018

This is another release that's largely working on issues that have arisen from going live, such as finalizing the RSS feed, though this does contain some new content. Mostly the initial filth arc, which leads to watersports. See the walkthrough page for details. One of the issues that arose is that some people might not be able to access this content if they're resuming an old game. A workaround is detailed on the walkthrough page.

  • Altered font to be a little easier on the eyes. More work to come
  • Introduced "filth" fetish. Currently it only goes to level 2, which mostly involves watersports.
    • New watersport prostitution event added to the random pool. Requires Euna to be kinky.
    • New watersport river spy scene added to the random pool for watersports. Requires Euna to be kinky.
  • I finished the story about Selia, the woman who raised the Fool. It was supposed to be tucked away until now, since it wasn't finished before. It had broken links, inconsistent behavior, and worst of all, it just jumped right into poop play without much warning. Scat isn't on the list of fetishes for Fool's Quest, so that was a mistake. It's better now, and there's more warning when venturing into such sordid fetishes.
    • Euna must already be dirt-curious when telling the story for the poop play to even appear as an option.
  • "The Widow and her sons" story was also accidentally exposed. Locked away this version until I can fix it up for next release.
  • Pain, submission, and domination experience can be gained, but leveling does nothing right now. This is just to prevent further lockout like above.
  • Fixed bug where Daywithers could be experimented with before Euna was accommodating.
  • Numerous edits and corrections.

v1.1 release

June 20th, 2018

No new content yet. This release is just to add an RSS feed, which should go in sooner rather than later. Currently working on "filth" fetishes, and implementing the dominance and submission choices.

Features

  • Added RSS Feed. Available from the main page.

v1.0 release

June 17th, 2018

Features

  • Primary story complete. Can be completed both lewdly and non-lewdly.
  • One major story ending complete (with multiple variations)
  • Support for size and stretching fetish progression. Others will be added in later releases.
  • Three major campfire stories supported (excluding the required one introducing Aileen).

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This story covers a wide range of fetishes with increasing extremes the more you pursue any one. More extreme fetishes tend to require deliberate choices to reach them, so accessing them by accident is unlikely.

At a minimum, you can complete the story only encountering the tags: MF, FF, voy

However, choices you make can encounter any of the following:

  • anal sex
  • bestiality
  • bimbofication
  • c&b torture
  • exhibition
  • female domination
  • female submission
  • fisting
  • foot fetish
  • homeless
  • humiliation
  • incest
  • lactation
  • male on female orgies
  • masochism
  • prostitution
  • rimming
  • sadism
  • scat
  • slavery
  • stretching
  • tentacle sex
  • transgender
  • voyeurism
  • watersports

There is no sexual content in this story portraying anyone under the age of 18 (nor will there be).

While perverting Euna is optional, most of the story is focused on the corruption of a chaste maiden. She is impressionable, and depending on how and how much you push her, and how, her sexual kinks can be extreme and varied.

All corruption tracks evolve the same way. Euna must first gain a certain amount of experience in a fetish through stories, interactions, and events. After she has enough, she'll be able to promote through unique promotion events.

Lewdness

Euna's lewdness represent her general enjoyment of sex and her comfort with her sexuality. This must rise first, before any other fetish. And all fetish tiers will require her lewdness to be at certain levels before they can be gained.

Fetishes

Fetishes are all specific sex practices that are first introduced to Euna through campfire stories and conversations. Once she becomes curious in them, she can start engaging in this fetish and gaining experience. Her level in a fetish cannot exceed her level of lewdness.

Dominance and Submission

These two minor fetishes are mutually exclusive. Euna will trend towards one or the other depending on your actions. Once she's far enough to one side, she'll take one one of these fetishes, and the other will be unobtainable. Each one will have an impact on sexual choices throughout the story.

Back

It was a three month journey home. It gave you plenty of time to think of a story to tell Euna's father, since you sure as hell couldn't tell him the truth. Euna made a brave sacrifice getting that ambrosia. It cost Euna her life, but she saved a fairy's life, and now the fairy was forever in debt to her. In return, it provided it's mystical ambrosia. It was noble, tragic, and warranted no further investigation.

The trip also gave you time to figure out to get to Tsar Vislav in the first place. You were an exile, which meant you had no business being in the palace.

It proved not too hard. You came in the service entrance. Many even recognized you and asked where you'd been all this time. You tracked down Marya, Vislav's personal servant. After catching up, you told her your tale. She believed it all, and like many others, wished nothing else but for Vislav's return. She snuck you into his room bedroom and helped you spoon feed him the ambrosia.

The next morning, the tsar was speaking lucidly with his servants and guards. The morning after that he dressed himself, marched down to the council room, and eloquently demanded why he was looking and feeling thirty years younger. Everyone proclaimed it a miracle, but that night, Marya told him about you.

Needless to say, the tsar pardoned you. Before him and all the court, you told Euna's somber tale of sacrifice. Without all the erotic bits, it was a short story, but it did portray her as the heroine, giving her last breath to save her father. His miraculous returns was tinged with the passing of the kingdom's most beloved princess. The kingdom mourned, but it moved on. With all his faculties, Vislav retook the throne. Blaming Reverend Mother Margosha for pushing Euna away, he banished her back to her convent, never to interfere with politics again. And the kingdom prospered.

Three months later, a hawk landed on sill of your palace room. An ambrosia dangled from its beak. It dropped it off and flew away.

Three months after that, it return, but you expecting it this time.

"Wait," you said. The bird lingered. You handed it a rolled parchment. "Take this back with you."

It cocked its head. All at once, it snatched it up and took off. The parchment wasn't much, just a short letter for Euna telling her about her father's recovery, and some changes he'd made since. It had occurred to you that Euna had no way of knowing whether the sorceress was keeping to her deal. Those letters, if they actually reach her, would at least let her know her servitude was not in vain.

That was forty years ago. Every season since, you always sent something back, sometimes a printing press article about a recent new treaty her father brokered, sometimes a recent naughty story about her sister, Aileen. She's an older woman now. In her age, she'd grown wise. She helped run the kingdom by her father's side, but she's still every bit the sultry harlot. You, meanwhile, have been skimming off the top of the ambrosia, and seemed to have reached equilibrium in your mid thirties.

Last season you wrote to inform her that sister had grown sick. Her father, after more than one hundred years of life, had decided it was his time. He gave his ambrosia to her. The next day, she was young and beautiful once again. The next week, Tsar Vislav passed away. Queen Aileen will carry on his will.

In your letter, you clarified that if the ambrosia kept coming, they would go to Aileen, but that you had warned her that it was not part of the original agreement. She understood. Her sickness was cured, and she could serve many years as an old woman. She would let the faeries decide whether she was worthy of the ambrosia.

This morning, another ambrosia arrived. They were going to keep coming. It could mean many things. Maybe Euna wasn't receiving your letters. She still thought she was suffering for her father. Maybe she has faith in her sister. Or maybe it didn't matter to her anymore. She was content where she was, as the toy thing for a sadistic witch. She'd belong to the sorceress even if there wasn't a price.

You're inclined to believe the latter. Forty years is a long time to submit to a sadist, knowing she will never be free. She has never said no to the sorceress, and the sorceress has never broken her word.

Why would they do that unless they were happy with each other?


You have reached the end. Currently, it is the only one, although variations of it exist. Thank you for reading FoolsQuest from start to finish. I hope you'll return after I've added more content. (You can return to camp to explore any new or undiscovered content if you wish.)

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"Sir," you yell. "We mean you no harm." You hold your hands out in a non-threatening gesture.

He keeps charging. You stumble back.

His rapier plunges through your chest.

Pain lances through you. Distantly, you hear Euna scream, but already your mind is fading. The old man struck your heart it seems. You collapse. Everything fades to black.

It turns out drunken old hermits aren't much for diplomacy.


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Just as the glittering jewel emerges, Samirah slaps her hand over her slit to block you. Sidling out from under Euna, she stares at you with alarm. "What are you doing?"

"Getting it out of the way," you say.

Alarmed, She feels the clipped chain.

Euna leans low to her. "Do you still want us to use you?"

"Yess," she hisses.

"Then that gem is our price for using you. Give it up and get your tongue back to work, and maybe we'll treat you the way you deserve."

The sorceress eagerly buries her face in Euna's snatch again. In turn, Euna bends over the woman's body. Her tongue against the sorceress's pierced clit sends the sorceress bucking.

Unnoticed by the others, you pocket the jewel.

What follows for the next hour is a stream of constant sex dictated by Euna.

Euna leans low to her. "And what use do you have of that? You live for sex, don't you?"

The sorceress looks conflicted.

"If you let him have it," Euna whispers, "You can do whatever you wish to me."

"I already can," the sorceress replies.

"Then stop worrying about that little thing and do it."

The sorceress grabs Euna and pulls her down onto the bed. Climbing on, she reverses rolls, mashing her pussy against Euna's face as Euna clutches the sorceress's thighs and gets her tongue to work.

Unnoticed by the others, you pocket the jewel.

What follows for the next hour is a marathon of constant sex with the sorceress barking out orders and demands for the rest of you to follow.

Euna sits aside and leans close to her. "And what use do you have of that? You live for sex, don't you?"

The sorceress looks conflicted.

"Come," Euna whispers. "Forget about that thing. Enjoy us. Enjoy everyone. Live only for sex."

The concern melts from the sorceress's face as Euna's face draw tantalizingly closer. Impatient, she pulls Euna in and locks lips with her. All thoughts of the jewel are gone. Unnoticed, you tuck away the jewel.

What follows for the next hour is a marathon of sex, with the sorceress frantically engaging in act after perverted act, her now-degenerated mind running wild.

She had on all fours over Tara as she knelt behind and worked Samirah's forgotten strap on into her holes. It went first into her cunt, and then into her ass while Tara's face was directly beneath, working her tongue along the phallus as it hammered 's holes.

Fisting followed. With 's holes loosened up, had Tara hold her down while she worked one fist up inside the woman.

It was hardly a challenge at all, and so focused on her ass.

At another point, Samirah yelled at Tara to fetch things from her closet of toys. This results in Euna being tied spread-eagle across the bed—one limb to each post. Then came the skewers. First, the sorceress bound Euna's breasts with silk rope until both were swollen purple. Each skewer varied from finger-length to ones as that were nearly swords in length. Samirah slides them into Euna's breasts, first one for each nipple, and then through the base of each until the skewers came out the opposite end. The result was

small ones into Euna's tender nipples

brought out her true savagery, exploring various toys upon her prey. She bound 's breasts with silk rope. Slid skewers through the swollen breast meat to create a star, and as Tara twisted and pu The screams coming from were shrill. She thrashed against her binds, and writhed under the torture, and yet her cries were both in pain and ecstasy.

"Agreed," she says.

You and Euna quickly locate them in them in the sorceress's laboratory. You peek through the ajar door. Samirah is sitting on the floor in the corner. With her arms on her knees, and her forehead resting on her arms, she doesn't see you approach. Her body convulses from sobs.

Tara is sitting next to her aunt, cradling her. She's still naked, and her aunt's robes are still undone. Both are fully exposed, but it's unimportant to them.

Tara sees you. Her eyes are red too. She shakes her head. Don't approach.

You and Euna descend the laboratory tower.

"What do we do?" she asks.

"We'll have to wait."

"We can't wait around here, can we?"

Behind you, Tara scampers to catch up.

You're both in that room for nearly an hour before someone finally comes. Tara peeks her head in the door. She's alone.

"You're still here," she says.

"We still need that gem," you reply.

Euna bats you. "Not now. We'll talk about that later. How is your aunt doing?"

"She'll be okay. I think. Just... I I think she needs time. You could wait in the guest chambers until I come for you." She takes you through the keep to a room along the top floor. The chambers are modest compared to the master bedroom, but still far more lavish than anywhere you've ever stayed. Tara leaves you at the door. "You'll be safe here. I must get back to her. I'll make sure you're taken care of until she's ready." She departs.

Euna sits on the bed, feels the sheets. "Do you think we're safe here?"

"We can always escape," you say.

"No. We'll wait. And pray that potion has made her forgiving."

Tara doesn't come for you that day. But come evening, a timid young girl dressed in a simple loin cloth brings two trays of food. When night comes, you both sleep.

Shortly after dawn, Tara arrives at your room.

"Is everything going to be okay?" Euna asks.

Lips tight, Tara nods. "The sorceress will see you now. Please follow me."

She leads you downstairs toward the front end of the keep where guards reside, but they make no move upon seeing you two. The central chamber in this part of the keep is a vast throne room whose arched ceilings tower stories above. No guards are here.

The sorceress is at the head, seated upon a plain wooden throne. Tara returns to her and sits on the floor curled up against her aunt's leg. She rests her head upon her aunt's thigh.

The venom in Samirah's glare gives you both pause. Stress lines her face, yet it takes little from her striking beauty. She waits until you're before her before speaking. "And here you two are. Intruders in my own home." Her lips press. "I should kill you both for what you've done to me."

"We're sorry, my lady." Euna curtsies.

"I should do worse," Samirah continues. "I should have my guards take you both to my dungeon. Let them turn you into their playthings. I should strap you both down force my horses upon you. Tear open your holes until you're bleeding to death, and then heal you and repeat until exhaustion takes you."

Euna speaks. "We only did what we—"

The sorceress interrupts. "I know your reasons. Don't waste my time." She scrutinizes both of you. "I'm going to let you leave here with your lives, which is more than you deserve for the happiness you have now taken from me."

Tara squeezes her leg and looks up at her earnestly. The sorceress pats her to calm her down. Begrudgingly, she motions Tara forward, who hands you a flat glimmering blue gem the size of a peach pit. It's flawless with hundreds of facets, and it's encased in a silver frame. Attached to the frame is a thin silver chain which you recognize. Tara flashes you both a shy smile.

"Take it," the sorceress says. "The beast is yours. And know that I give this to you not out of favor to you, but to my niece. And why I grant her this boon is between her and me. You two will leave now, and you will never return. And from this day forward, you will pray. pray every single damned day, that I never return to my old ways. For if I do, there is no ocean in the world large enough, and no beast fearsome enough, to keep me from you. I will drag you both into the worst hell you can ever imagine. Now go."

Euna curtsies again. "Thank you, my—"

"Go."

You both make a hasty retreat. Beyond the throne room doors, large pig-men soldiers wait for you. One silently leads you to the keep's front gate, and from there, you're outside.

A little distance away, Euna breaths a sigh. "For a moment, I didn't think we'd be okay."

"She's changed," you say.

"It hardly seems like it, but I suppose the old sorceress would never have shown us mercy."

"She has old habits she'll need to break."

"I hope she does," Euna replies.

"No!" Tara yells. "Don't kill her! You can't."

"Why?" Euna asks. "She's horrible to you. You and everyone else here are her prisoners."

"She's my aunt. I know what she's like, but she loves me. I know she does."

"She tortures you," Euna says. "No one tortures the ones they love."

"She shows me love. She tells me how dear I am to her. Sometimes she holds me and takes me places. She just keeps me here because she doesn't want me to leave her, because sometimes... she gets into these moods. But she always heals me. Every time, and sometimes she's even sorry. She always tells me how happy I make her when I put up with her when she's at her worst. Please don't hurt her. No one will ever love me like she does. Please!"

"We need to get that jewel," you say.

"Please don't hurt her. You could anything else. You could bribe her, or use Nezurite to change her mind, or just find another way home. But you can't kill her. I swear I'll tell her if you try."

Euna motions for Tara to calm down. "Okay. We won't." She looks at you. "I think we may have a another potion, yes?"

"Because this is where my aunt keeps me," Tara replies. "I warm the bed for her."

"Don't you ever leave?" Euna asks. "Are you allowed to?"

"Only if she takes me with her. She only does that if she wants me around. Or if I've behaved myself."

"So she treats you like a pet?"

"I am. She tells me so. I only live to please her."

"No..." Tara replies. "My bloods stains so many of her whips. It's caked on so many of her toys, and rubbed into so many of her ropes. She'd need only a flake to track me down. And she would. There's nowhere in the world I could go that she would not drag me back. She's told me I can't even escape her in death. She will always bring me back to her."

"That's awful," Euna says.

"Why would you even want to free me? I don't know you."

"Because no one deserves what she's doing to you."

"Please don't. Please just leave me alone. You'll just make things worse."

"We won't," Euna replies.

Potion of Charity removed from inventory

"What?" Tara asks. "No you don't. Where would you get such a thing?"

"But we do," Euna insists. "We stole some nezurite powder from her lab. We used it to make a potion from white lilac. It's the flower of charity."

"You... really?"

You hold out the potion. Tara stares at it in wonder.

Euna speaks. "Help us give it to her. It'll make her a better person. She'll be nicer to you."

"Do you know what she does to people who trick her?"

"The change is supposed to be dramatic," you say. "Do you really think it's a bad idea to give your aunt a conscience?"

Tara eyes the potion. There's a sense of longing behind them. Before she can reply, footsteps sound from the steps outside the bedroom.

Failed Potion removed from inventory

"A memory potion?" Tarak asks. "You really do?

"That's right. A memory potion."

"Where did you get it?"

"We took it from your aunt's laboratory." You hold the failed experimental potion out.

Euna's eyes widen at the sight of it. She seems ready to remark, but she bites back what words come to her.

Tara doesn't notice her. "And if we give this to my aunt, she'll forget about the jewel?"

"She'll forget about anything we tell her to forget," you add. "She won't be angry about anything lost."

"Could I... whisper things to her too?"

"Of course."

Tara eyes the potion. Before she can reply, footsteps sound from the steps outside the bedroom.

Potion of Lust removed from inventory

"We made it from lime blossom," Euna tells her.

"Lime blossom?" Tara frowns. "And Nezurite? I've seen her use a potion like that before. It turned a proud prince into an lustful animal. My aunt would make him earn sex by degrading himself in horrible ways that she'd devise, and he'd do it gladly and beg for more. She shackled me to him for a night once. She thought he'd ravage me endlessly until daybreak, but... well, he did, but he was like a dog—submissive and obedient. He never thought of anything besides sex." She looks back at you two. "You truly have that potion?"

Taking it out, you present it to Tara.

"Why do you want to give it to my aunt?"

"Because what need would a sex-craved tramp have for a leviathan," you say.

"And isn't it time your aunt be the one at the mercy of sex?" Euna adds. "There'd be no room in her mind for her wicked ways."

"Or maybe she'd become more cruel than ever before," Tara says. "She's most wicked when she's horny."

"But you said yourself that the proud prince became submissive and obedient." Euna replies. "From what we understand, that's expected for this potion."

Tara eyes the potion. Before she can reply, footsteps sound from the steps outside the bedroom.

"Hide!" Tara darts forward and snatches the potion from you.

No sooner do you and Euna hide inside the wardrobe does the bedroom door open. Samirah strides into the room. Today, she wears a sheer silk robe, her nude body clearly visible beneath it. The thin chain dangles between her legs, draping from her clit and disappearing into her slit.

She tosses herself on the bed. Her hair billows. Her robe falls open. "Well, girl, today was a day."

"You had a break through?"

"I think I just might have," Samirah pauses. "My subject still died, but the boy didn't die simply. He thrashed and screamed for nearly a minute until he bled out from every orifice."

Tara falls silent.

"I know what you must think. How is that a breakthrough? It is because he survived the transition effect of the potion I gave him. So the transition isn't killing him, which means a subject might survive the transition of my ambrosia formula."

"I'm happy to hear that," Tara says.

"But I still have many more tests before I get to that," the sorceress continues. "And I'm short on subjects. I should send the cafres out on more kidnapping raids again. I haven't scoured for farmer whelps in a while." She sighs. "Spirit. Now."

Tara scurries to the sorceress's decanter of thick red liquor. Her back occludes what she's doing. When she turns back with a glass, her hands are quivering. However, Samirah's eyes are closed, and she's rubbing her temples. She takes the glass without a glance, sits up, sniffs the glass, and sips.

Tara stands with hands are clasped behind her back.

"Take off your clothes," Samirah says.

Without a single hesitation, Tara shrugs her silk shawl off. She stands naked before her aunt. Samirah studies her. She runs a hand up and down the girls body and feels between her legs. "How about we have some fun?" she asks.

"If you wish, dear aunt. I would love for you to do whatever you want to me."

"I want to hurt you."

"Then please hurt me."

"If you insist." The sorceress swallows the rest of her drink and gets up. She strides to her walk in closet of sexual instruments. Her silk robe billows. Her voice carries from within. "Lay on the bed today. Legs in the air. I'm going to tie you up by your feet. Or... hmm. Do I really want bloody sheets again? How about pins? We haven't played with pins in a while." Pause. "No. Actually, no pins. In fact, I'm not sure I feel like hurting you that much after all. Perhaps just a light whipping, and then we'll go play with the guards. How does that sound? Ooh. Yes. We haven't used the bull whip in a while."

She emerges from the closet with a long thin whip, a bundle of rope, and a knobbly phallus which she's fastening about her waist. Tara is on the bed with her legs sticking straight in the air, ready to be tied up. Once the sorceress is sporting her own monstrous cock, she studies Tara.

But she doesn't move. Longer and longer, Samirah just stands there, rope in hand.

Finally. "Put your feet down. I don't want to bother tying you up today. Just present your back and we'll make do with a quick thrashing before I rape you."

Tara is quick to comply, kneeling on the bed, facing away. The sorceress drops the rope and takes position behind her niece. A round up with the whip, and smack. Tara whimpers in pain, but keeps her position.

Another thrash, another whimper. Two stark red lines cover the girl's back. Both ooze blood.

The sorceress hesitates again. She stares at the whip's handle. "I'm done."

"That's it?" Tara asks. Her voice was quavery from pain. "Are you sure you don't want to tear apart my back? Perhaps my breasts? You haven't ruined them in a while. I can—"

"Stop. I said I'm not going to whip you." She begins unstrapping the phallus about her waist.

"Would you like to rape me then?"

"No. Stop. You don't— Stop pretending that you want it."

"But if it makes you happy, then—"

"I said stop." Tears are in Samirah's eyes. A sob surfaces, and another. She's breaking down quickly, and she realizes this. Dropping everything, she flees the room. The door slams.

Tara leaps from the bed as though to go after her, but catches herself. She turns to the wardrobe where you're hidden. "What did you make me do?"

You and Euna come out.

"You gave her the potion?" Euna asks.

"You didn't say it would upset her!"

"Its her conscience is catching up with her," you say. "She's seeing everything she's ever done in a new light."

"That will ruin her."

"She'll have a hard time of it," you admit.

"Go after her," Euna says. "Help her. She needs you now more than she ever has."

Tara hesitates. "I'm not allowed to leave."

"That doesn't matter anymore." Euna shoos her off. "Go. Hurry."

Stark naked, Tara races after her aunt, leaving you two alone.

"What now?" Euna asks. "Should we follow?"

"Yes, let's follow."

"We'll wait."

"Okay," Tara says. "I won't tell her you were here."

"We appreciate that," Euna says. "Good luck. I wish we could do more for you."

You and Euna head back toward the door. Just as you reach the handle, footsteps can be heard on the stairwell beyond. They're coming closer.

The sorceress is coming.

"Quick!" Tara whispers "It's her. Hide!" She points to a wardrobe against the wall.

You and Euna race inside and hide among gowns and leather corsets. Closing the door to just a crack behind you, you both can just see out into the room.

The bedroom door bursts open. The sorceress strides in. She's a towering icon of intense beauty. Her olive-tone skin is flawless. Her coal black hair shimmers like a waterfall. The similarity between her and her nieces is astounding, although she's far more voluptuous compared to Tara's waif form, and much more imposing.

She strides toward the bed, absently kicking off her slippers. She unfastens her corset and tosses it aside. Her full breasts spill out, her dark nipples prominent. Off comes her flowing skirt next, leaving her nude apart from thigh-high stockings. A loop of a thin silver chain drapes from between her legs. She collapses onto the bed and stares at the ceiling.

Tara is curled up at the foot of the bed, watching her aunt.

"Spirit," the sorceress mutters.

Tara snaps up. She scrambles to a decanter by the window. Inside is a dark, blood red drink like wine, but thick like watered honey. Tara pours a sample into a small crystal glass and hurries to offer it to her aunt.

For a while, the sorceress ignores the offering, leaving Tara holding it out. The girl's arms soon tremble, but only once the sorceress is good and ready does she accept the glass.

She drinks. "I swear. I might as well throw my ingredients in the fire for all the good I make of them." Another sip. "Yet another boy died today."

"I'm sorry," Tara replies.

"I wouldn't even care so much except for how damn close I am. The transmutation completes entirely. I can even talk to them for a while afterward, but then..." she snaps her fingers. "they're gone. Lifeless as a puppet."

"I know you will succeed. You always do."

Samirah sighs. "...if I don't run out of subjects first. The prison is practically empty. I am most vexed." She drinks again, tilting back and letting the remaining liquor drain down her throat. "I need to hurt someone." She says simply. "That would lift my mood, I think."

Tara hesitates before giving a measured response. "Please. I beg you to take your stress out on me."

The sorceress arches an eyebrow. "You?"

"Yes, dear aunt. Please, torture me if it would make you feel even slightly better."

"Hmm." The sorceress mulls it over as though this idea were new to her, though you get the sense Tara had to make that offer, and she's had to make it many times before.

"I was going to relieve my stress on one of the girls, maybe Slug, but I suppose if you want it." She hands the crystal glass to Tara, who kept her face neutral as she was condemned to her aunt's attention. As she replaces the glass by the decanter, the sorceress strides to a door opposite the bed and casts it open. From your vantage point, you can only see partly inside, but beyond the door seems to be an enormous walk-in closet lined with all manner of sexual instruments. There are fearsome cocks, racks lined with ropes, masks, whips, and canes. And that's only what you can see.

As the sorceress is browsing, Tara frantically waves at you to leave. You and Euna scurry from the wardrobe. You escape the room and quietly shut the door before the sorceress returns. At the bottom of the stairs, you both take cover around the corner.

"Did you see the chain dangling from her nethers?" Euna asks.

"I did."

"That's the Zaratan Jewel, but how are we supposed to get it? We can't confront her. We don't know how powerful she is. And we couldn't possibly steal it."

"Perhaps we can trick her somehow," you say.

"How?"

"Not sure yet..."

"Okay," Tara says. "Bye then. You should leave before the sorceress finds you."

"We'll be careful," Euna replies.

"It's a rare mineral," she says. "My aunt is always looking for more because its the base ingredient for alchemy that transmutes a person's personality."

"Their personality?" Euna asks. "In what way?"

"I think it depends on the primer ingredient and the essence. Different ones causes different changes. My aunt mostly uses it to make her slaves more depraved."

"You think we could use this on the sorceress?" Euna asks.

"I... I don't know. Maybe? I know it can be used for other ways. I just don't want to poison her. I won't help you do that."

"What?" Tara asks. "I couldn't dare plot against my aunt. Do you know what she'd do to me?"

"It's okay," Euna says. "We've thought of that. Your aunt should not trouble you if you help us."

"Why?"

"With the hope of getting that jewel," Euna says. "We just want to go home."

"What do you want to give her?"

Suddenly, she crumbles into a heap.

Tara rolls over and crawls to her aunt. "Are you okay? Aunt? Are you okay?"

You and Euna emerge from the wardrobe as Tara gets off the bed to kneel by the sorceress.

Tara shakes her. "Aunt?" She glances at you. "Is this supposed to happen?" When she looks back, she finally registered Samirah's lifeless gaze. "What? No. no, no no. Wake up. Wake up. Please." She looks at you. "Is she dead? Did you kill her? Did I just kill her?!"

"We're sorry," Euna says.

Tara looks at her, and then at her aunt. She shrieks. "No. Oh, Lord. What have I done. What did you make me do?" She shakes her aunt. "Please wake up. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please. Let me take it back. Please."

Euna kneels to hug the girl, but Tara shoves her away.

"No," Tara's wail breaks down into a choking sob. She cradles her head.

You and Euna stand awkwardly by as the girl weeps. Carefully, you crouch in and pull the silver chain, extricating the jewel from within the sorceress's vagina. Tara looks up at what your doing. She doesn't try to stop you. She merely watches with wretched misery.

"I'm sorry..." she whimpers. "I'm sorry... Please, come back..."

Even after you've snapped the chain and pocketed the jewel, Tara is still whispering apologies to her dead aunt.

You motion to leave, but Euna remains.

She tries again with the girl. "Are you going to be okay?"

Tara doesn't reply.

"You can come with us," Euna says. "We're going back to our home, far away. I'll take care of you, I promise."

"Please," Tara says, "just go away." She doesn't turn away from her aunt.

"I promise you, life will get better if you come with us. Much better."

"Go!" Tara shrieks. "Or I'll call the guard. I should have done it when you first came here. You killed my aunt! You made me kill my aunt. I hope you both die! Leave me alone."

With that, Euna finally allows you to guide her from the room. You two head back the way you came.

"I feel absolutely wretched," she says.

"I know," you reply. "It was hard to see."

"We should have found another way. There must have been another way."

"Every season, the sorceress would torture an innocent life brought to her by the city. Not to mention all the other misery she brought into this world. This was hard because we witnessed the only person in the world who will actually miss the sorceress."

"I know." she says. "It doesn't make it easier. I don't know if I'll ever forgive myself for what we did today. The wails of that poor girl... I wish she would have come with us. I would have treated her as I do my own sister."

"Her mind was made. There's nothing more we can do."

No more words are spoken until you've both departed from the keep. It's on the way back when you speak up.

Dropping your breeches, you climb on the bed, between Samirah's legs, and plunge your cock into her. The sorceress moans into Euna's sex. Her hips rise to meet your thrusts.

Euna stares at you aghast. "What are you doing?" she mouths. She leans over the sorceress's body and points violently at the chain pierced to Samirah's slit right alongside your cock. "Get it!" she mouths again.

Nodding, you pull out. Euna lowers and tongues Samirah's clit to keep her distracted while you search about. Tara still sits on the bed, watching all this silently.

Euna seems rather dumbfounded by your decision, yet she never stops grinding her own genitals against the sorceress's face. Soon, she's rolling her head back as she revels in the pleasures of Samirah's tongue. Tara tries to join in by licking and sucking her aunt's breasts, but Euna pulls the girl up so her lips are on her own breasts instead, having the girl sit upon her aunt. The three of you ride the sorceress.

Soon enough you're pumping the sorceress full of your cum. She humps against your wilting cock, hungry for more. When you look up, Euna has an expression that says, "if you're quite finished..." She motions once again to the chain.

Euna bends over the sorceress's body to put her face right by your penetration. She runs her tongue along your shaft and over her clit. All the while, she's grinding her her crotch against the sorceress's face.

She coaxes your cock from the sorceress's snatch so that she can taste it more fully. After you've cleaned it through repeated thrusts down her throat, she guides it again back to the sorceress. You get what she wants, and so you go back and forth, a few thrusts in the sorceress, and a few thrusts rammed down Euna's throat.

When Euna realizes Tara has been watching all this, she pulls the girl down to take her place. You're fucking Tara's throat at intervals instead while Euna explores the girl's body with her tongue. She first savors the flavor of the girl's snatch, and occasionally tastes young girl's ass.

You and Euna enjoy these two women as you both wish. It doesn't take long before you peak. As you verge on orgasm, Euna brings her face down beside Tara's. They both hungrily lap at the seed you spray your seed upon them. Afterward, they suck all remnants from your cock and from each other's faces.

Euna pauses from this long enough to again indicate the chain dangling from the sorceress's snatch.

You scan around for something to clip the chain. In the closet, on a rack along with several grizzly instruments, are a pair of iron pincers. Their purpose here is certainly more macabre than their usual use in blacksmithing.

The sorceress is still distracted when you climb between her legs. Tara watches, but does not hinder you as you clamp the silver chain near where it's pierced to the sorceress's clit. The link easily cleaves in two. You quickly pocket the jewel.

Euna remains on the sorceress's face a while longer than necessary. She whimpers and shudders. When she climbs off, her legs are like rubber.

Samirah is still out of breath with lust. Her hand immediately goes between her legs to rub her clit. It registers that something is missing.

"My jewel," she breaths.

"It was getting in the way of sex," Euna says.

A long silence stretches on as Samirah looks at Euna.

Then the sorceress is playing with her clit again. She digs fingers into her gash. "More," she growls. "Fuck me more. You're not done."

"We must go," Euna says. "I enjoyed this though."

"I need more! I order you to stay! Tara, where is Tara?" She's feverishly stabbing her fingers into herself.

"I'm here, aunty." Tara is beside her up to her.

"I I need... I need... ohh." Samirah's body trembles in ecstasy. Her body spasms rhythmically. "What is... what's happening?"

Tara embraces her aunt. "It's okay. It's okay." She squeezes her aunt's breasts. Her other creeps down and takes the place of the sorceress's hand. The sorceress trembles under her niece's attention.

"It's okay," Tara coos. "Everything is going to be better now. I'll find more people to ravage you. There are the guards., and the prisoners. The mercenaries are due back soon. I'll lead them to your bed. And after they're done with you, I'll suck the seed from your flower and make you ready for the next man."

"It's... not enough. I need more." Bucking in pleasure, Samirah grabs the discarded phallus and rams it into herself.

Tara takes over using the phallus on her aunt. "I'll get your more," she whispers. "I will help you whore your body to everyone we meet. I'll breed you with all the animals in our stables. Every horse, dog, and mule, but more than that. You'll bed with animals just as much as man. You'll be a breeding whore. I'll have the cafre rut you like a swine in their mud piles. Your body will stink of their horrid odor. I'll fit all of your cocks and toys into your body at once and tear your holes. I'll ruin them until you gape like a leather sack. I'll have you placed in the pillory in Cockaigne, so the people can degrade and torture you and make you suffer for every anger they have toward you. They might torture you to within an inch of your life. You'll be nothing but ragged flesh once they're done. I'll help you become the greatest slut this world has ever known."

The sorceress cries out as yet another climax overcomes her. It goes on for ages, and she screams and bucks through it all. She's nearly limp after coming down. Her eyes close, and she already seems to be nodding off.

Tara lays beside her until the sorceress is dozing. "I'll take care of you from now on. I will always take care of you." Carefully, she extricates herself from the bed and motions for you both to follow her outside.

In the hall, Euna speaks first. "I knew the potion's effect would be pronounced, but I had no idea."

"It's okay," Tara replies. "Even if she's like this from now on, it'll be okay, I think, even if I have to look after her forever more. She'll be happy. I'll make sure of it."

"My," Euna says. "She hardly deserves you."

The remark seems to unsettle Tara a little. "I need to get back to her soon. She'll need me. You need to leave, yes?"

"We do," you say.

"Then follow me." Tara leads you through the keep to the southern wing, where guards in black uniforms patrol. They eye you and Euna, but with Tara leading the way, they don't dare stop you.

She leads you right out the front gate, past two enormous pig-men soldiers—both of which stare you down as Tara leads you past. One grunts with suspicious displeasure, but with Tara there, neither interfere.

"I will leave you here," she says.

"Are you going to be okay?" Euna asks.

"I think so," Tara replies. "I must get back."

"Farewell," Euna answers, but Tara is already scampering back into the keep. You're left outside with the brutish pig-men, each towering above you, and each glaring at you now that you're without the protection of Tara.

"Let's move along," you say.

"Yes." Euna follows you as you hastily move away from the keep along a winding path leading down the mountain.

Farther away, Euna speaks. "The sorceress certainly has a one track mind now. Lanx did warn us that it could leave little room in her head for thought, but I hope we didn't make her into a complete simpleton."

"Perhaps it's justice that she's at the mercy of her niece now," you reply. "Tara will be a far better owner of Samirah than Samirah was of her."

"Very true. Though it sounds like Tara will be subjecting her aunt to every debased sexual practice Samirah inflicted on her. I only regret is that we won't be there to witness this treatment... and maybe participate in it. Ah well. It's best we move along."

"At least we got what we came for." You hold up the gem.

"Do you feel the power within?" she asks.

You heft it, clutch it, hold the chain about your neck. "Nothing."

"Let me see."

You pass the gem to Euna. Her eyes alight the moment it touches her skin. "Oh my!"

"You feel something?"

"Oh yes! You didn't? It's obvious. There's... If I didn't already know, I would have no idea what this presence is, but..." She laughs. "I think it's curious."

"The leviathan? Can you control it?"

"I... I don't know. Maybe. I think I'll need time. I shall hold onto it."

"By all means," you say. "So Tara wasn't wrong, only a woman's hold."

"Apparently so." Euna fastens the chain about her neck. The jewel sits neatly in the notch of her sternum. "Fetching?"

"Quite. But maybe you shouldn't show it off so, We're sure to get robbed."

"A good point, but not for tonight. I am... also curious about this connection, just like he is."

"He?"

"I think so. Come. Let's get back."

After a long trek back to the altar, which ends long after nightfall, you make a quick dinner. There are no stories tonight, or discussion. Euna sits at the edge of the campsite and stares over the jungle at the ocean beyond. It's there she stays for the entire evening, and she joins you in bed long after you've turned in. You awake when she sidles in beside you.

"So strange..." she mutters.

Jewel of Zaratan added to inventory

Go to sleep.

The stairwell rises to a landing with a grand oak doorway. Slipping through, you and Euna find yourselves in an lavish bedroom fit for royalty, although the decor is both macabre and erotic. Murals along the walls depict beasts from dragons to horrors, as well as many nude women, often together in acts of forced copulation. The floors and walls are the same dark marble as the rest of the keep, and it's complemented with blood red furnishings, the most prominent being the bed.

It has countless pillows, a mahogany headboard, intricately engraved, and a silk canopy held up by solid posts. Laying atop the bed is a lovely young girl in a silk shawl. Her hair shimmers black, and her skin is like dusk.

She startles the moment you enter. She scampers behind the bed.

Euna exchanges glances with you. "Who was that?" she whispers.

"I don't know. Not the sorceress."

Euna nears the bed. "Hello there."

No reply.

"It's okay. We're not going to hurt you."

The girl peeks above the bed. Her eyes are piercing even as anxious as they are. "Who are you? You're not slaves."

"My name is Euna, and no, we're not."

The girl eyes you two warily.

"Will you tell us your name?" Euna asks.

After a long pause, "Tara."

"That's a lovely name, Tara."

"You must leave," the girl says, "before my aunt finds you."

"Your aunt?" you say. "Samirah?"

Tara nods.

Euna startles. "The sorceress has a niece?"

"May we ask you some questions first?" you say.

Cautiously, Tara climbs out from behind the bed.

"Help me?" Tara frowns. "What do you mean?"

"Do you want to be free?" Euna says.

Tara's eyes widen. "No!"

"Why not?"

"I cannot be freed. My aunt owns me."

"We can take you with us."

"No. She has my blood, and she can use it to find me, no matter where I go or how far I run. I have to stay."

"Oh no. No, no," Tara shakes her head violently. "I couldn't possibly. If she found out I helped an outsider against her, she'd... I don't even think being her niece would save me from her wrath. I'm sorry. I... I won't tell her you were here, but that's it. For that alone, she would do things to me..."

"Thank you," Euna says. She looks at you meaningfully as she speak. "We won't have you do anything that would put you at risk."

"The Zaratan Jewel?" Tara asks.

"If that's what it's called," you reply.

"It is. It's a woman's key to the beast of the deep."

"Woman's?" Euna asks.

"Only a woman's. And only my aunt may use it. Why do you want it?"

"We need it to go home," Euna answers. "Please."

"I can't help you. Do you know what she would do to me if she finds out I was even talking to strangers without her permission?"

"Please," Euna says. "All we want to know is where it is. Her beast attacked our ship and killed our people. We're stranded on this land because of her, and we can't go home unless we get that jewel."

"I'm sorry," Tara says. "I really am, but you'll never get the jewel. She keeps it on herself all the time. It never leaves her."

"Even when she bathes?" Euna replies, "or sleeps? Is there no time she takes it off? Even for a moment?"

"You don't get it. She keeps it inside herself." Tara points to her own crotch and hooks her finger, as though to reach inside her slit. "And even when she takes it out, it's attached to a chain pierced to her pearl." Another point to her crotch. Her finger rests on her shawl right about where her clitoris would be.

"...Oh." Euna says.

"Oh. All right then." Tara settles back down.

You and Euna ascend the stairs into the master bedroom. Peeking inside, you determine that the sorceress is not there before you two enter the room.

Tara is there. Startled, she sits up. Despite whatever cruelty she suffered at the hands of her aunt, she seems no worse for wear today.

"You're back." she says. "It's dangerous for you to be here."

"Not so much anymore," Tara says. "The last time was weeks ago. To Faiz and Aman."

"Who are they?" Euna asks.

"They're hunters who seek ingredients for my aunt. They brought back a large cluster of Nezurite. My aunt was so pleased she let them have me for a night before sending them back out."

"To sleep with you..."

Another nod. "They took turns all night. One after another. I never got off my back."

"You poor thing." Euna says.

"I'm okay," Tara replies. "It makes my aunt happy when others use me like that. And they're not cruel like she is."

"Whatever she wants," Tara replies. "She says that's what I'm good for. If I please her, then it's not that bad."

"And if you don't please her?" Euna asks.

Tara hesitates."She gets... inventive. Once she left me tied up by my breasts over a wooden wedge so it was digging into my flower. By morning, I was bleeding pretty badly. My breasts were so swollen and purple, she had to use alchemy to treat them. One time she made me clean all the castle latrines with my tongue. She doesn't even make the cleaning girl do that. It was horrible. Often, she just hooks me up to one of her contraptions. Or does alchemy to me... Sometimes she just shares me with the guards and tells them to do what they want to me. And sometimes they give me to the dogs..." They're never nice."

"But this is only if I displease her," Tara explains. "She's nice to me even. Sometimes when she's in a good mood, she even lets me help her with her work sometimes. These days, she doesn't even share me that much because of how much I mean to her."

"She's in her laboratory," Tara says, "but you must leave before she comes back."

"We will," you say. "What's she doing in there?"

"Her projects. I don't know which ones."

"She left the keep for today," Tara says, "but she'll come back soon. You can't be here when she does."

Nodding, Euna climbs onto the bed and over Samirah's body. For a moment, they're eye to eye. The sorceress is hungry for her, and their lips meet. Samirah's hands roam Euna's back.

She crawls up the sorceress's body, situating her knees to either side of her head

Grinning mischievously, Euna climbs onto the bed as she tugs off her skirt. In

"To have your own aunt do that to you?"

"To have anyone do that to you is horrible," you reply. "You just said you'd do all those things to Tara if she were willing. Suppose she were your niece instead of the sorceress's. If both of you were consenting to what was happening, then can you possibly imagine a closer relationship?"

"I suppose I see your point. If the relationship were something we shared together, but what's happening in there is rape."

"No. To have her do that to you. You just said that you'd take Tara's place, and you know that's not just to spare the girl."

"...maybe not."

"What if instead of having Reverend Mother Margosha Romanovna for an aunt, you had the sorceress?"

"And be bed-bound all day?"

"Forget that, just an aunt who was actually attractive, and who punished you with a rough, kinky ravaging instead of with prayers and chores. Would you make that switch?"

She thinks about it. "I would. I'd have a lot more in common with an aunt like that, but what just happened in that bedroom was not a punishment. It was rape."

"I know," you reply. "It's wrong."

"Perhaps. At least we can be sure she's not in there right now. Not sure what we'll do with whatever we find."

She blushes. "Perhaps the sheer carnal presentation has me bothered, but that doesn't change that the poor girl is suffering."

"You've done things like that before," you say. "You really think you wouldn't do things like that to Tara if you could?"

She's thoughtful a moment. "If I were, I wouldn't do a single thing to her that she didn't want. I'd stop as soon as she wasn't enjoying herself, and I wouldn't joke about not healing her."

"But you'd still do those things?" You hook your thumb toward the bedroom.

She shrugs. "If she wanted them, sure. Perhaps I'd go farther... If she wanted. I would never rape."

"Sounds like you'd make a better sorceress than Samirah would."

She considers. "I might trade places with her."

"Tara's place? Sounds like you were more than a little bothered."

"I'd only do so to spare the poor girl the same fate. I... I think I could handle that sort of treatment in stride, so long as the sorceress healed me eventually."

"Perhaps you should go offer yourself."

"Don't be daft. We need to find a way to stop that mad woman. For her to do that to her own kin... horrible."

"Right now?" Euna whispers. "You must realize what she's doing in there."

"It's a private moment," you reply. "She may reveal something vital."

"Uh huh." Euna eyes you. "Is that really why you want to peek?"

"Doesn't have to be the only reason, does it? Come on. Aren't you curious?"

She dithers. "Fine, but not long."

You both sneak up the stairwell and peek through the crack under the door. It gives you a clean view of the bedroom.

The sorceress has returned from her closet. She's strapping about her waist an impressive leather cock glistening with oil. It's size is incredible, dangling down nearly to the sorceress's knees. It's girth is as thick as your forearm. Dotting its length were small metal spikes, which would tear up anyone unfortunate enough to suffer this cruel phallus. Up and down it's length are ridged bumps which would rub raw any hole that fearsome phallus were used on. Tara is sitting on the bed, watching with a pitiful expression as her aunt oils it.

Next, the sorceress uncoils a rope and crawls onto the bed. Her phallus dangles between her legs. She rips off her niece's slip, leaving the girl naked. She's like a younger version of her aunt. Smaller breasts, narrower hips, a nest of black dainty fur between her legs. Though she share the same stunning dark complexion and shimmering black hair. She's beautiful in her own waifish way.

The sorceress ties her hands behind her back, then wraps another rope about the base of Tara's breasts. Each wind is tighter and tighter. The sorceress ties off the rope. Standing on the bed, she hooks the other end over a steel hook mounted in the rafter above. It's directly over one of the bed's posts. She pulls the rope through, thus yanking Tara up by her breasts. Wailing, Tara staggers into the post. As Tara lifts into the air, she cries in pain. Her purpling breasts stretch from her chest.

The sorceress ties the girl's hands together. Standing on the bed, she loops the rope over over a steel hook mounted in the crossbeams above. It's directly over one of the posts at the foot of the bed. She pulls the rope through. It yanks Tara up by her hands. She staggers into the bed post, yet the sorceress keeps pulling until Tara lifts into the air by her wrists. The girl flails her feet.

The bed post comes up to the base of Tara's breasts. It's a tapering mahogany pole as wide as a tree trunk at its base, narrowing to wrist-thick end topped with a wooden sphere the size of an apple. The shaft is covered in vertical ridges lined with bumps. A nice design, but they'll be unpleasant for what is clearly coming.

The sorceress cradles Tara's thighs and lifts her up, cooing to the girl as she does. "Up, Tara. That's a girl. A little higher. Thaaat's right." Tara's groin crests the wooden orb. The sorceress settles it under the girl's slit.

"And down you go." The sorceress grabs her hips and pulls down. Tara screams as her pussy stretches around the wood. The girl had been dry, and as a result, the post doesn't slide in easily. Her lips deform inward. Her feet struggle for purchase along the pillar's base, trying to resist the sorceress's pull. The orb slips inside her, but the sorceress keeps yanking her down the shaft. More disappears into her, more than a girl her size should ever be able to take. Her lips are distended around the wide post. Finally, the sorceress gets her low enough to her satisfaction. She pulls the slack out of the rope suspending the girl, inciting another yelp. Tara is left with a choice: put her weight on the thick column violating her, push herself up as best she can using her legs on the post, or allow herself to hang by her choked breasts. bound wrists. Tara tries to lift herself with her feet, but they keep slipping, resulting in her jolting down on the pillar again. The pain has her in tears.

She's bumps against the bedpost. In a struggle to keep her weight off her wrists, she clutches the post with her feet, trying to push herself up. It's pitiful. Her feet keep sliding down the wood. Her best attempt comes when she hugs it with her thighs. She still slides down, causing her to shimmy her thighs up the post. As a result, she's humping the post.

Samirah watches with amusement. Up and down. Up and down. Tara's vagina grinds against the ridged wood. A shuddered whimper escapes the girl's lips, as though the sensation might actually be pleasuring Tara.

But Samirah is only getting started. As her niece struggles with the post. She lines her leather cock up with Tara's rear end and rams in. Tara shrieks. Clutching the girls hips, Samirah digs deeper into the girl's bowels with several rutting thrusts until her pubis presses against Tara's ass. The sorceress circles her arms about the girl, cradling her, stroking her face and breasts. Her lips tickle Tara's neck even as her hips pound the phallus in and out.

Tara is sobbing. Double penetrated as deeply and thickly as she is, her groin is grossly deformed. Inside her, the cock and the post must be rubbing against each other through the thin membranes of her rectum and vaginal walls. Her thighs hug the post, trying to take as much weight off the post, but her aunt's violent thrusts cause her to bounce upon it.

Tara is sobbing. Her thighs hug the post, struggling to support her weight and pull away from her aunt's invasion, but each of her aunt's thrusts cause her body to jiggle. Her thighs constantly slip.

The sorceress continues to cradle the girl intimately. It'd be tender if not for her savage thrusts. Or the blood running down the post and the sorceress's legs.

Tara loses control of her bladder. Her urethra, flattened by the post embedded in her pussy, sprinkles urine over the bedsheets and the marble floor. More splatters against the post, wetting the wood down its length. Her urine sprays directly against the post she has her legs wrapped around. It runs in a stream down the wood, soaking into the corner of the bed and forming a puddle on the floor.

Seeing this, Samirah reaches down her niece's belly and cups the stream. Her hand smothers it against Tara's pussy, wetting her bush and massaging it up the girl's belly and thighs. She's completely unconcerned about the mess her niece is making. Once Tara's stream dies down, the sorceress licks her own fingers clean.

Tara's screams rise in pitch. Sensing this, her aunt to pound faster. All tenderness is gone. The sex crescendos into a violent hammering of Tara's asshole as she screams and begs. Tears stream down her face. Samirah reaches between her own legs and strums her clit as she shudders and moans. Afterward, she holds her niece tightly and buries her head in her hair as she recovers.

Pulling away, the sorceress extracts her leather cock from her niece's bowels. It's smothered in brown waste with much packed along the base. Tara's asshole gapes like a yawning cavern from its ravaging. It seems she's unable to close it, because ample shit oozes freely from her wrecked hole. After the first few dollops plop onto the marble floor, Samirah cups her hand beneath the girl's ass. The rest of the shit, emulsified by the fucking, piles onto her palm. Once again she embraces her niece from behind, hugging her breasts against the girl's back. She slapped the mess against Tara's constricted breasts, coating swollen flesh and rope alike. pert breasts. They had been damp with sweat, but are now lost beneath a coating of shit. The sorceress cradles Tara as she paints the girl's torso.

Her hand streaks Tara's neck, and finally her face. Fingers slip past Tara's lips. The girl is hardly responsive as Samirah scrapes filth off into her mouth, until she gags.

The sorceress slaps her shitty hand over the girl's mouth. "Don't be a bad girl now. Eat what you're served."

Gasping, Tara struggles to suppress her retching. After she's under control, Samirah finishes scraping her fingers clean into the girl's mouth, which Tara mechanically swallows.

The sorceress is not quite done. Her hand returns to Tara's ruined asshole. First, she scrapes the stretched rim for more shit. When it isn't enough, she reaches farther and farther in until she pushes her fist past Tara's sphincter. Wrist deep, she ruts around inside up to her elbow. Tara whimpers and tries to pull away. The sorceress pulls out a handful of wet, sloppy shit. Getting down off the bed, she scoops up the fallen shit freely dropping from her niece's ruined asshole, which has formed a sizable pile. As she climbs back on the bed, she reaches a few fingers inside Tara's hole to pull out fingerfuls of sloppy waste to add to her pile.

Once again embracing her niece, she cradles the girl's chin with her clean hand and presses the mass into her mouth. "Eat it. Eat your mess. That's it." It's a giant mouthful, and even as Tara swallows again and again, there is still plenty more the sorceress is mashing against her lips.

It becomes too much. Tara gags, convulses, and finally vomits. It pours out her upturned mouth. Some splatters through Samirah's fingers, but most reflects back upon the girl and cascades down her front. Brown vomit mixes with the shit covering her torso. It spills down her legs and the bed post, puddling along with the urine.

Samirah keeps pressing waste into Tara's mouth as though she weren't vomiting at all, but Tara has lost all control. Her stomach contents comes up again and again. For the last of this shit, the sorceress presses it into her mouth and holds it closed, eventually the girl keeps it down.

The sorceress speaks into her ear. "Now look at the mess you've made, you disgusting little girl. You'll be cleaning it all you know. You should be lucky I don't punish you more for rejecting the meal I provided you, but I'm finished for now."

Her hand now empty, Samirah circles around to observe her work. Tara is a vile mess of waste. The stench is so horrid it's even reaching under the door where you and Euna watch.

When Samirah pulls away, her leather cock slides from Tara's ruined hole. She walks around the girl, admiring her work. A sheen of sweat covers Tara from head to toe. She still gasps.

"One last thing." Samirah circles back behind the girl, who's hardly responsive by now. Hooking her arms under Tara's thighs once again, she lift her off of the post. Tara moans as the enormous pulls out of her. The lips of her slit distend outward with the wood. The post pops out of her. The wooden sphere glistens with pussy secretions and blood. Her pussy gapes even more so than her ass. The sorceress positions Tara's broken asshole over the sphere and lets go. Tara screams as the sphere plunges inside her with a plop. Several inches of the shaft disappear into her instantly. She slides down a few more inches until she stops herself by gripping the post with her thighs and calf. She's taken the post in her ass nearly to the same depth that her pussy had, but her flexed legs have her stopped.

This isn't enough for the sorceress. Grinning viciously, she leaps upon Tara's back and wraps her legs about the girl. Her full weight yanks the girl down upon the post. Six more inches disappear instantly, blowing past the depth her pussy had taken it. Tara screeches in terrible pain. Her legs flop beneath her for purchase. Her ass is at a depth on the post where it is as thick as her legs, leaving her ruined back hole obscenely deformed around the wood. It's caved inward, and the skin is taut white. Her swollen breasts have been pulled so tight that they're under her chin. They're ruined, just like her ass Without alchemy, they'll never recover. The ropes tying her to the ceiling have tightened so much about her wrists that her hands are purple. Her shoulders seem dislocated.

Samirah remains clinging to the girl. Her breasts pressed into Tara's shoulder blades, her soiled cock squished between the two women. For a while, she listens as Tara breaks down into a new bout of sobs. Finally, she gets off. Tara does not rise up any with the loss of weight. Her ass is permanently torn open.

"I feel much better now," the sorceress says. "Thank you, Tara, for helping me let off some stress. It was most gracious." She cups Tara's chin and kisses her. Though dazed, Tara hardly responds. Samirah laps up the filth coating Tara's lips. She pulls it into her own mouth and savors the flavor the way Tara didn't. The sorceress ends with a peck upon Tara's nose and forehead.

Samirah climbs onto the bed and lies upon the silk pillows. "I'm tired now. When I awake, perhaps I will fix you." She's above the covers and nude, apart from her stockings and her leather cock. It's still coated in shit with much of it packed against the base. Much is matted into her pubic hair. Her hand is equally sullied with filth, as are many parts of her body which got stained during the fucking. Much of it is now on the sheets. Tara's blood streaks her legs and pelvis, and she's stained much of it into the silk. Urine is also soaked into the bed in spots. Yet the sorceress rests her eyes for sleep.

Tara is still suspended from the ceiling by her ruined breasts. chafed wrists. Her body is a befouled mess with filth dripping from her body. The post is still lodged in her ass, and no matter how much she tries to lift herself by her legs, she's too weak to manage more than a few moments a time before sliding back down upon it. The ropes support her weight more than her ass does given how much her ass gapes. Her pussy is equally deformed. The post is still embedded in her pussy. She tries to lift herself by her legs, but she's too weak to manage more than a few moments before sliding back down. Her ass still gapes. She hugs the post with her legs to keep her weight off the ropes. It's a futile effort that she can only manage for moments. As a result, she's left humping the post again. She won't be getting any sleep. Instead, it seems she's left to watch her aunt sleep peacefully while she endeavors to keep quiet. She's become a tableau of the sorceress's cruel perversion.

You glance at Euna. Her lips are pressed tight. Her breath is heavy, and she watched the entire scene with rapt attention. She stops watching the moment she notices you staring.

You signal, and you and Euna creep back down the stairs. At the bottom she whispers to you. "That poor girl! And to think she puts up with that day in and day out."

"Only that the sorceress is a truly twisted woman," Euna says. "That was the most vile and sadistic behavior I've ever seen."

"Are you suggesting we spike her drink?"

You shrug.

"It might work." She ponders this. "We'd have to return another day, before she returns to her bedroom for her drink. If we knocked her out, we could take the jewel from her easily. Though Tara would need to go along with this, and the sorceress would make her regret it."

"It seems merely putting her to sleep won't work."

Euna's eyes widen. "Are you suggesting we kill her."

"And if it comes to that?"

She gives a helpless shrug. "She is a vile woman."

You're in the black marble hallway.

Here, the hallway turns, going both South and West. At the outer corner is a wide archway where a carpeted staircase leads up to an oak door.

A carpeted staircase leads up to an oak door.

Climb the stairs

You ascend the stairs to the master bedroom.

Euna catches you. "Wait, what are you doing? The sorceress is still in there."

"Ah. Right," you say.

"I don't think we'll be able to get back in there today, but this does mean she won't be in her lab right now..."

Her breath is heavier. Her eyes are full of hunger. Setting down the whip and ropes, she crawls onto the bed. "I don't think I can wait." She yanks Tara's legs wide and slams her cock into the girl. Tara screams. The fucking is fast and intense, and goes on for ages while you and Euna watch from the wardrobe.

Samirah fucks Tara face to face. She flips the girl and fucks her from behind. She pulls Tara onto her hands and knees and pounds her face into the pillows. All the while, Tara endures, her hands clutching the sheets.

The hunger in the sorceress's eyes grows desperation. She has one hand between her own legs as she fucks, as awkward as it is. It's not satisfying her enough, and she pulls out, rolls over, and unstraps the phallus as though it were on fire. She hooks the chain draping from her cunt and yanks. Out comes a glimmering blue gem the size of a peach pit fastened to the chain. It lays forgotten on the sheets as the sorceress turns the phallus on herself. She jabs it into her own pussy with a wet squelch and cries out in pleasure, climaxing from just a single thrust.

Bemused, Tara watches as her aunt fucks herself recklessly, until Samirah yanks the girl's face to her tits. Taking the hint, Tara suckles while Samirah rides her high.

When the sorceress finally comes down, she relaxes only a moment. "Put this on." She thrusts the phallus into her niece's hands.

"What?" This is clearly new ground for the girl.

"Put it on. You're going to fuck me. Now!"

Tara fumbles with the straps. The moment she secures it, the sorceress pulls her into an embrace, sinking the phallus once again deep inside herself. She moans whorishly as Tara rocks on top of her.

Their sex starts all over again, taking ages. You and Euna are forced to wait while Tara takes her aunt in position after position. Some are the sorceress's idea, but soon it's Tara taking the lead. The pointed knobs of the phallus is rubbing the sorceress raw. With every thrust, she grunts in pain, yet she still thrust her hips up to meet each stroke of Tara's advance.

Beneath you, Euna watches attentively. At some point, her hand had slipped under the hem of her skirt. It seems your voyeuristic habits have rubbed off onto her.

Tara and Samirah exhaust themselves. Both are slick with sweat. The sorceress's shear robe is soaked and tangled. She isn't still for more than a minute before her hips start gyrating against the phallus again. Her hands roam her niece's body, and then her own. Her eyes meet Tara's. "I need more..."

Tara obediently begins humping again.

"No," the sorceress replies. "More than this. I don't know what's gotten into me. I just... oh God. I want... I want every man in the realm to line up and take me one after another. I need it. I..." She moans. "I want to be filled. I want to be abused. I want to be used. Oh... I need it all. Go." She pushes Tara off her. "Find me people. Please, my sweet. I need it. You're not enough."

Alarmed, Tara watches her aunt writhe and moan, but obedient as she is, she hurries from the bed and scampers toward the door. The leather phallus dangles between her legs. She stops beside the wardrobe and studies it speculatively.

It's clear what she's thinking, but there's no way to stop her. She opens the door and motions you two to join her. With little choice, you both emerge. The sorceress is unaware, lost in her own self-pleasuring, right up until Tara leads you beside the bed. Only for a moment does Samirah seem alarmed by strangers in her bedroom. She eyes you both up and down. Euna in particular causes her to light with desire. She drapes her robe open, fully exposing herself.

"What are you waiting for?" she says. "I order you to please me."

"How, uh... my lady?" Euna asks.

"Plunder me. Defile me. Hurt me. Just get me off. Now!"

Euna glances at you.

"Why don't you find a toy for us to play with."

"A good idea." Euna grins scampers into the sorceress's closet and with bundles of silk rope.

"Yesss," Samirah hisses. "Tie me. Use me. Torment me. Do it."

Euna passes ropes to you and to Tara. "Tie her down. Hands to each corner."

A wise move. The sorceress will be helpless when it comes time to take the jewel. Under Euna's direction, you and Tara fasten the sorceress's arms and legs to the bedposts, The three of you work together to tie the sorceress's arms and legs to the bedposts, leaving her spread eagle.

Euna crawls up Samirah's body, hands exploring her skin. She pauses between Samirah's legs. The chain dangles right there before her, though still pierced to the sorceress's clit. Not yet. Leaning in like a kitten lapping at water, Euna runs her tongue along the glistening and raw slit. She plays with its prominent folds, eliciting a shudder.

Euna continues up, tonguing the sorceress's navel, nipples, and neck. Their lips lock. Samirah kisses Euna with such desperation, it's as though Euna breath is her only source of air.

But Euna pulls away. The sorceress is hungry for more, but Euna has something else in mind. Climbing further up, she turns around and settles back until she's kneeling over Samirah's face. Samirah is looking up at Euna's snatch with endless hunger. Hiking up her skirt, Euna sits upon the sorceress's face. Samirah attacks Euna's pussy with the same passion as her kiss. Within just moments, she has Euna quivering in pleasure.

Once the sorceress's face is securely buried beneath Euna's rump, Euna gets your attention and nods meaningfully toward the sorceress's crotch.

Clearly, she wants you to...

...get the jewel while the sorceress is distracted.

...have sex with the sorceress.

Marion crawls forward from where she huddled in the shadows. "You're still here?"

"I am," you say. "I'm stuck. The wardens are in the guard room up ahead playing games. I need some way to distract them."

"Oh," she says, then her face lightens. "Let me out. I have an idea."

"...Okay." Taking up your escape tools, you pop the lock on Marion's cell in under a minute. At the end of the hall, you point out where Belbog and Lech are playing. "What's your plan?"

"I'm going to be the distraction."

"What?"

"I'll run in there, and then dart off. They'll chase me, and then you can get away."

"Are you sure? Do you realize what they'll do to you once they catch you?"

She nods. "I know. I'm okay with it. Really, I am. This is what I came here for, isn't it? But I never meant for the sorceress to take you too. I'm going to do this so you can go find Euna."

Marion added to inventory

Everything goes silent. Belbog pivots slowly to you. He eyes you up and down.

"And just who ye think ye are?" he says.

"Nobody," you reply.

"That's right. And ye think ye going to tell me what to do?"

"I'm not telling you to do anything," you reply. "I'm just offering advice. I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Yeh?" Belbog steps up. He leans on the bars of your cell and peers at you. "Why not?"

"The sorceress took a special interest in her. She wants the girl pristine."

"She wants what?"

"Pristine. As in untouched."

"Hrrr. This is my prison. The mistress lets me do whateva I damn well please down here. I think maybe I just might come in there with ye and show ye what I mean. Make ye regret tellin me what to do."

Lech giggles.

"I was only trying to be helpful," you say. "The sorceress was very clear, but I'll be quiet. Continue on." You backstep to the shadows of your cell and hunker down.

Belbog turns back to Marion. He fumbles through his his keychain looking for her cell key, but he's not as excited as he was. There's doubt in his eyes. Before he finishes, he jams the keys back in his tunic. "I don't even care anymore. He's gone and lost my mood."

"But I want to have fun," Lech says.

"Shut up, boy! Just feed her and lets go."

Sulking, Lech fills a bowl and slides it into Marion's cell. He starts readying a bowl for you when Belbog stops him.

"I got this." Belbog takes the bowl, then lifting his head back, he makes a series of wet, gurgling nasally snorts as he gathers mucus in his throat. He hocks the mass into the bowl and kicks it under the bars. It clatters and topples in your cell. Viscous green snot spills out.

"Eat it up," Belbog says, "and maybe I'll have a nice desert for ye." He pats his ass. Lech snickers. They return back the way they came.

After they're gone, you come forward to look in Marion's cell. "Pleasant bunch, aren't they?"

"Thank you," she says, then after a long pause, "but you didn't have to do that for me. I would have been okay."

"You wanted that?"

"I don't know. They were revolting, but I would have done it. I'd have been okay. You shouldn't lose your food because of me."

"It's no bother. I'm not going to be here long anyway."

"I'm sorry you're going to die."

"Nah, I'll be fine," you say, though you're not sure about that.

Finding the key, Belbog opens the cell door and waddles in, Lech right behind him. Marion backs as far away from him as possible.

"Come ere," he growls. "You're gunna thank us proper." He lunges. Marion shrieks and bats at him, but Lech is there, grabbing her arms and holding her down. Together, they wrestle her to the ground. Belbog yanks her cloak off. Underneath, she wears a feminine tunic cinched about the waist with a leather belt. He pulls it up her waist to reveal her snatch. Drooling, Belbog stoops to taste her. His brownish, crooked teeth are ruined from rot. His tongue is like a slug made of slimy gray flesh. It worms into the folds of her vagina. Shuddering in disgust, Marion struggles to fight back, but Lech is leaning on both her arms. He snickers at her plight.

Belbog continues, snaking his tongue inside her hole. His lips seal over her pussy, and his mouth works. Revolting slurps emanate. Marion, despite her struggle, quivers. A pleasured whimper escapes her lips.

When Belbog pulls away, several sticky strands of drool stretch between his mouth and her pussy. Her pussy is a slick mess. Her pubic hair is matted.

"Ah..." Belbog says. "The sweet taste of a woman." He fiddles with his grimy pants. When he pulls them down, his cock springs free. The sight is stomach curling. It's large for a normal man, not just for a man of his squat stature. White smegma covers the tip where his abundant foreskin has peeled away. And all along the length are callused warts. Numerous red welts cover his testicles and thighs, signs of lice in that tangled mess of wiry black pubic hair.

Marion screams and struggles anew at the sight of his manhood. This only amuses him. He shuffles forward and presses his cock into her sodden hole.

"Ah, yes," he says. "Nice and wet. You like this, don't you."

Marion sobs. As he sets a pace of humping into her, she stops struggling and accepts it.

"That's a girl," he says. "Nice and appreciative." Lech gives his signature snickering.

As he fucks her, Belbog pulls her tunic farther up to reveal her small breasts. He alternates sucking each one, leaving trails of slobber between them. A good few minutes go by. By the end, Marion goes from a vacant expression to panting. It's having an affect on her body. Then Belbog tightens up and presses into her. His filthy cock is no doubt vomiting its cum against her womb. "Ohh, yes, girl." He says. "Maybe if yer lucky, you'll be givin me a second son, eh?" He licks her face. She shudders. When he pulls off, white cum leaks out of her hole.

"Is it my turn yet?" Lech says.

"Yeh, yeh. Have it."

They switch places. Belbog kneels on her arms. His cock dangles inches from her face. Meanwhile, Lech gets between her legs and drops his breeches. Another offputting cock. His is covered in red soars up and down its length. Along the ridge of its crown are raised blisters which weep pus. Marion eyes it, her chest still heaving from her previous fuck. It's hard to tell in the dark, but it looks like she bites her lip.

Lech stabs into her. She cries out in lust.

"She likes it!" Belbog says.

Lech continues pounding away. Marion's body responds more and more until she's arching her back and whimpering.

This seems to bother Belbog. "Keep it down, well ye? Here." He grabs her head with both hands and forces his hardening cock into her mouth. Her lips seal about it. Her nose is pressed against his sweaty scrotum. He humps her without any care for her comfort.

The two continue at it, occasionally yelling insults at her, or telling her how much she liked it. Lech soon fires his cum inside her. He sits back and holds her legs while Belbog finishes his second go. When he does, Belbog loses his footing and falls onto her, ramming his cock down her throat at a bad angle. His pelvis mashes against her face. He stays there nearly a minute, resting on her face.

"Ohh, Oh. Lost myself there." He climbs to his feet. Marion gasps for air, then wretches. Belbog pets her hair. "Good girl. Yer gunna show us a lot of appreciation while yer here. Gunna get to know you real good." He and Lech leave the cell. They prepare a bowl of food and slide it into her cell, then do the same for you. Neither so much as glance at you.

Soon, you and Marion are alone again. She's lays there, gasping and sobbing.

"Are you going to be okay?" you ask.

She doesn't answer. Instead, she drags herself into the dark corner of her cell. All you hear are her shallow gasps.

After a minute, she speak. "It was... it was awful."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"It was disgusting. It was horrible. I could feel..." Her breath shudders. "I can still taste him. It the most wretched thing I've ever tasted."

You nod, not sure how to comfort her. In the dark, Marion whimpers. Her breath is ragged.

"I could feel... I could feel the warts on his horrid manhood. They were... they rubbed against my clit. It felt... oh... it felt so..."

Perplexed, you peer into her cell. She's hidden in the corner, but she's not curled up like you expected. Her tunic is still bunched above her breasts. Her legs are spread wide. Her body is shaking... because of how furiously she's rubbing herself.

"His tongue... oh God... it felt so wrong. I could smell his breath. Oh... my... I could smell everything. They were so disgusting. Oh... oh... ohhhh." Her back arches. "They're going to keep doing it... Every day. They're going to ravage me... They're going to use my body... It's going to be... so... so... ohhh God. Ooohhh." Marion wails in ecstasy. Her toes curl. She utters short gasps as an orgasm rips through her. At the end, she collapses. She's so still you suspect she may have actually passed out, or simply fell asleep after a satisfying cum.

"You're going to be fine," you say. The question is, are you?

Maybe it is about time you figured out how you're going to be fine. You don't know how long you have in this prison, but it's not worth waiting to find out. In all your life, there haven't been four walls built that could keep you in. You've always wormed your way out, except for the prison ship, but only because you'd have no where to go.

You turn and take stock of everything in your room. The escape plan is as obvious as it is trivial.

Break the bucket into pieces to reclaim the nails and staves. Find a thick splinter and hammer the nail all the way through it using the metal bowl. Lean the nails against the bottom frame of your cell bars and hammer the tip until it bends at a right angle. Take the metal hoop from the bucket and stomp it until one end is flat. Then using that as a pressure hammer, and the nailed plank as a makeshift pick, jimmy the lock to your cell.

Kneeling, you concentrate on her cell lock.

"Oh," Marion says reluctantly. "It's okay. You don't have much time. You should save yourself."

You keep working at it.

"Please. I'll only slow you down. Leave me. This could take you hou—"

The lock turns. You slide the door open.

"...oh," says Marion.

"Come on," you say. "It was a mistake to ever come here."

"Okay then." She seems oddly sullen.

Marion added to inventory

"Goodbye," she says. "I hope you find Euna and escape."

"Yep." You're already heading off.

It's slow going. Marion watches with interest, inquiring as to each step. They all take many minutes, and you pause many times when you think you hear someone coming. The first nail snaps when you hammer it, costing you time, and even once you have your makeshift tools, picking the lock while standing proves a frustrating task.

It must be a couple hours by the time you slide your cell door open.

"It worked!" Marion said.

"It did!" you say. There's an awkward silence.

"Hold on. Let me get you out of there."

"Well, goodbye."

You're in a prison hallway carved out of black marble. Green fire sconces along the walls do little to illuminate the dark and dingy passage. Dozen cells line the walls on either side. To the east leads toward the exit of the prison, back toward the stairs. To the west, the hallway grows dimmer and more foreboding. Distant moans come from down there.

Talk to Marion

"I don't know," Euna says. "The sorceress said it was gnomish. I've only heard about them before. They build all manner of strange clockwork devices. The books say they use wondrous energies to power their machines."

You take a closer look at it. Behind a brass frame are thousands of gears and pumps all working together with dizzying complexity. From inside comes dozens of ticking noises, some deep like a grandfather clock, others rapid and short like a bee. The tubes rush and bubble and liquids pump through them. Dozens of dials are on the back, all labeled with cryptic symbols.

The phallus attaches to the device by bundled tubes. Whatever's pumping through them causes the cock to throb and vibrate. It seems almost alive.

"Strange device," you say.

"It..." She blushes. "It felt incredible."

"But if it felt so good, wouldn't that mean it was getting you off with pleasure, and not pain?"

"Grasp the end."

You do so, then drop it immediately when pain shoots up your arm. "Ow. What was that?"

"She said it has the power of lightning. It was constantly going off deep inside me. It hurt so much, but oh heavens, it made it hard to resist."

"Yes, I think so."

Gingerly, she gets up and walks over to a bench where her clothes are pile. She winces as she carefully steps into her skirt, then pulls her bodice over her injured breasts. It's particularly painful when she fastens it up.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

"I think so. It hurts. A lot, but once we get out of here, I'm sure Lanx and Fira can help heal me."

She puts her boots on and faces you. "Let's go."

You're in a dungeon filled with torturous instruments. There are racks, wooden horses, and cages. A wall rack had dozens of ropes, whips, canes, straps, and fearsome phalluses. Everything is geared toward sadistic sexual pleasures.

A single door leads into a stairwell.

You quickly undo the straps and slide the phallus out of her. It's ridged and bumped, and was crammed inside her a good eight inches. It vibrates and squirms in your hand, almost as though resisting you, but you get it out. Euna breaths a sigh of relief the moment it leaves her skin.

"Thank you," she breaths.

As soon as you undo her straps, she sits up. After yanking off all the clips attached to her, she throws herself into your arms.

You undo the straps holding her in place by feeling along the cords running between her legs. Your fingers brush along her vulva several times.

"No, ohh. Be careful," she says.

"Sorry." you unfasten the straps and slide them off, causing them to rub between her legs. She twitches. You take a firm grasp of the phallus to pull it out, but in doing so, your hand bumps her clits many times.

"No, no, no," she begs. "I'm going to... oh. It's too much. Stop."

You pull the phallus out carefully. Its ribs and bumps rub against her flesh.

"Ohh. Leave it in. No, take it out. Oh Ohhh."

Euna is trembling on the verge, and when you reposition you hand, you end up putting your thumb directly onto her clit.

It sets her off. "Oh, Lord. It's too late. I'm coming! Noooo." Her plights devolve into screams as her back arches. "No. Oh heavens, yes. Yes." The symbols upon the table light up in a flash.The lips of her spasming cunt squeeze around the cock, as though trying to keep it in. As you hold it still, she humps back and forth upon it as best she can. She humps against it as best she can.

Suddenly, the symbols go dark. The magic is gone from them. Gasping, Euna collapses. You remove the phallus easily now. As you're undoing the straps on her arms and legs, the realization of what happens comes to her, and her face crumples. "Oh no. Oh, Lord. What have we done? This is awful!"

As soon as you undo her straps, she sits up. After yanking off all the clips attached to her, she throws herself into your arms. "My mind has been warped."

"I'm sorry," you say. "I was trying to be careful."

"Oh, it's not your fault."

"What's going to happen to you?"

"I'll crave all the things she's done to me. It's all I'm going to think about now."

"Really? Are you thinking about them now?"

"What?"

"How do you feel?"

This stops her short. She takes stock of herself. "I... don't feel any different actually."

"Do you crave the pain and torture right now?"

"No. I just... I want to get out of here. I don't want to do any of those things again." She's perplexed. "Huh. Maybe it didn't work. I thought I'd be a sexual puppet now."

"I hope so," she says, "but honestly. I don't feel any different."

"Maybe you don't feel different now, but in time..."

"Perhaps," she says, "but even if Lanx can't help me, I think I'll be okay. We're both alive. You freed me, and now we can get out of here. That's what matters."

"You seem very nonchalant about this."

"I was worried I'd be obsessed now, but I'm not. I'm still me. Please, let's not dwell on it. I don't want to think about this."

"Okay," you say.

"The sorceress said she saw something in me," Euna says, "that I had the potential to become an utter addict to pain and humiliation, but I refused her. I said I would never enjoy anything she did to me. So she put me on this table and forced me to drink an alchemical mixture. She told me that if I climaxed while I was on that table, that the alchemy inside me would make me forever more crave whatever it was that set me off. That's why she tortured me so. She said that if I could truly didn't enjoy the pain, then I'd have no problem resisting my orgasm. If I did climax, then it would move me closer toward becoming her favorite toy as she said, and she'd never stop with me until I begged for torture."

She sniffles. "I thought I could do it, but then she put that damn thing inside me." Euna nods to the strange cock. It still vibrates where you left it on the table. The device it's attached to still ticks away. "She left me for hours. I had to resist for so long. It was awful."

"She said she was going to work in her lab at the top of the keep, and that she would return when this device wound down. That's how long I had to hold out."

You examine the dials on the machine. While there are many, there's one that clearly winds the machine up. Clockwork gears behind it slowly turn it at a glacial pace, and a gauge beside it indicates how much time is left. Though the notches are labeled in a language you don't understand, it's only wound down slightly from its maximum time.

"How long is left?" Euna asks.

"I don't know. How long were you here?"

"It feels like it's been hours, but probably less. Maybe an hour."

"It looks you had many hours left to go."

"Oh my Lord!" she says. "I would have never made it. Thank heavens you came."

You're at a stairwell floor that goes both up and down. There's a door at this landing leading into a chamber filled with all sorts of torture devices.

You hear a groan from within that sounds like Euna. You peek in, and there she is.

Euna is strapped spread eagle to a low round table. She's both blindfolded and gagged, and she's naked apart from straps around her waist which hold in place a fake cock embedded in her snatch. It attaches by a tube to an elaborate clockwork device set beside the table.

Her body is covered in welts, weals, and bruises. She's been whipped and caned badly. Clips are attached to each of her nipples. Their teeth have cut into the sensitive flesh, leaving drips of blood on her skin. Similar clips line her vulva. It seems her stay at this keep as been a fair bit worse than yours.

As you approach, she's writhes and twitches as though being pleasured, but she seems troubled. The table she's on has strange arcane circle carved upon it. It's filled with strange symbols. All the carvings seem to shimmer. The cock inside of her seems to throb and shudder of it's own will. It's stimulating Euna despite being strapped in. She seems on the verge of an orgasm.

You hurry past racks and cages to get to her and you remove her blindfold. She gives a muffled cry of relief upon seeing you. When you remove her gag, she's already talking a stream. "Oh, thank the Lord. How did you escape? No. Tell me later, get that cock out of me before it's too late."

"What? Why?"

"It's her sorcery. If I climax on this table, the power will take affect. Lord. Hurry, I'm so close."

Take out the cock.

"Why? What will happen?"

"Augh! Please. She said that if I came, it'd warp my mind and make me forever lust for pain. So please, take it out. Quickly. It's taking everything I can not to climax."

Take out the cock.

Take out the cock, but accidentally rub her clit.

You come to a guard room before the stairwell. It's circular, with a round table at the center. The place is in dire need of cleaning. Piles of discarded food and garbage litter corners and side tables. Black mildew grows along the walls and ceilings where moisture seeps through cracks in the marble.

At the table, Belbog and Lech play a dice game. Their betting chips appear to be dried finger bones, unfortunately human. It seems Belbog is winning by a large margin. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like their game is about to end any time soon. If you step in there, they'll surely see you.

Unfortunately, your possessions lays on a table along the side, in clear view of both of them.

Beyond them lay the hall to the stairwell. There's another door, though it seems to lead to Belbog and Lech's sleeping quarters. Back to the west is the cell hallway you just came from.

You direct Marion back to the cells.

"How are we going to get past them?" she asks.

"I'm not sure," you reply. "If we make some sort of distraction, it might buy us enough time to slip by."

"By doing what?"

You hesitate. It might be possible to lure them back into the cell hall, but getting past them in the hall would be risky. It would be possible to wait until they enter their sleeping quarters. That might just be a matter of waiting, but that could take hours. And you're not sure how much time you have.

"What about me?" she says. "I could be the distraction."

"How would you get away?"

She bites her lips furtively. "... I don't."

"Bad plan."

"No, it's not. I don't think both of us are going to make it out of here anyway. And I'm okay with staying. Really, I am. I chose to come here after all, but I never meant for the sorceress to take you too. Let me do this for you so you and Euna can get out of here. Please."

Without waiting for an answer, Marion pulls off her robes and tosses it in her cell. She's wearing a simple dress tunic underneath, cinched with a belt. Reaching under the hem, she peels down a pair of knickers and drops them on her robes. Looking down at herself, she decides on a final touch. She tears the neck of her tunic, exposing her modest cleavage such that her nipples are hardly covered.

"There," she says. "That should do it. I'll distract them for as long as I possibly can. No matter what they do to me, I won't tell them anything."

"Marion, I'm not sure this is a good idea."

"It'll work! Farewell. Go save Euna."

With that, Marion darts down the hall toward the guard room. She bursts in.

Belbog startles to his feet. "How the...? What are ye doin out? Lech, ye damn dorbel, ye forgot to lock the cell again, didn't ye?"

"I didn't! I swear. I didn't even open it."

"Circle around. Cut er off!" Belbog shambles toward Marion, arms out to grapple. Lech Lurks closer from the other side. Marion darts past him and shoots down the hall toward their quarters.

"Eh! We got er cornered. Come on, boy." Belbog waddles after her as she disappears into their shared bedroom. It's a dead end. Marion pretends to realize this in dread. She turns to run out, but Belbog is already at the door.

He chuckles. "Ye stupid girl. Ye trapped yerself." He looms closer. "What do ye think, Lech? Maybe we should take some time to teach er the rules before putting er back."

In fear, Marion backs away. her legs catch on a bedframe, and she stumbles back onto filthy, yellowed mattress covered in questionable dark stains. She falls on her ass with her legs splayed before her. It gives everyone, including you, a full view of her pussy.

"Woah oh oh!" Belbog says. "It looks like she wanted to come in ere. Eh, girl? If ye wanted to share my bed, all ye had to do was ask." He staggers forward and gropes her pussy. She fights, but Belbog pins her arms down above her head. With his malformed hand, he tears her tunic down the front, exposing her breasts. "Close the door, boy," he mumbles.

Grinning like an adolescent, Lech steps in the room and shuts the door. The last thing you see is Belbog taking Marion's nipple in his drooling mouth.

After a quiet, There's a loud crack, and Marion wails. One of them backhanded her. What follows is a litany of her wails and moans, and the occasional backhanded strike.

The guard room is clear now. Stepping in, you cross to the side table and recover your things.

Marion removed from inventory

Creeping up, you peer through the keyhole. It shows a clear view of Belbog's bed.

Belbog has her pinned down on her belly with her head pressed into the stained sheets. Her tunic is pulled up to her waist. Belbog is between her legs. He wears only his grimy shirt now with his lower half is displayed. His cock is a gruesome things in dire need of a wash. Up and down its length are callused warts. He peels back his ample foreskin skin to reveal a head coated in slimy smegma. He lines up the tip with Marion's snatch and buries himself with a single thrust, practically falling on top of her.

Wincing, Marion cries out and bites her lip. With Belbog holding her down, she can only take it as he humps her with the grace of a clumsy dog.

"Nice n tight, girl," he grumbles. "Yer gunna be a loose whore by the time yer done showin us yer appreciation. We're gunna... keep ye in here from now on... Appreciation all day and night." He's getting out of breath as he exerts himself.

Lech crouches on the floor nearby. His back is to you, but he's clearly energetically pleasuring himself.

Marion is upon it on her side. Her clothes are off. Her coiled tunic now ties her hands to the headboard. Lech sits by her head with one leg between her arms such that his pelvis is in her face. He wears only a shirt, thus is cock is on full display. It's covered in scabs and open sores. Pus leaks from red blister along the ridge of his cock. He's grinning down at Marion while resting his hand on her head. She bobs back and forth sucking his cock. Pus from his open sores gathers on her lips.

Belbog sits by her ass. One of her legs rests on his shoulder, the other rests off to the side. He's busy burying his hands in her holes. His good hand is up to mid forearm in her snatch. His strange, malformed claw is buried in her asshole up to his elbow, though given how underdeveloped it was, it's not too much of a feat. He's pumping his fists in and out. Her snatch makes wet slurping noises with each thrust, which delights him to no end. Like Lech, he's only wearing his grimy shirt. His revolting cock pokes up from his lap. It still glistens from his earlier fucking of Marion.

As grotesque as the scene is, Marion's chest rhythmically flexes. Her body is in the throes of pleasure, and she's humping back against Belbog's arms. Her ass gapes open whenever he pulls his deformed arm out, as though hungrily awaiting for it to fist her again.

They certainly are distracted, all of them.

You turn back to the guard room.

To the east is the hall leading to the staircase. To the west are the prison cells. On the northern side of the room is a door leading to the warden's quarters. From inside emanate Marion's moans, along with snide chuckles from Belbog and Lech. It sounds like Marion is still "distracting" them.

Peek through the keyhole to the warden's quarters.

Leads to a cess pit outside.

You're in the black marble hallway.

Euna scans through an open tome upon a central desk. The ink is new. The pages after the current one are blank. She reads. "Her handwriting is atrocious." Frowning. Page flipping. "It looks like she was working on some way to restore youth."

There's a table in the center of a circular room. Nothing is upon it. Beyond that is a workbench covered in apparatuses and bottles filled with liquids and powders. It doesn't seem like anyone is in the room.

Euna takes a look as well. "Do you think it's safe?"

"Seems safe enough." You try the handle. Unlocked. You peek inside. It's clear.

Against every wall is a workbench cluttered with potions and reagents. Sitting on racks are strange apparatuses with unfathomable purposes. Bookshelves are packed with dusty tomes bound tight with brass buckles. The place is similar to Lanx and Fira's wagon, although more spacious and moderately more organized.

The round table in the center has strange markings all along its surface. Manacles are at four corners for securing someone on top.

"How many people do you suppose have died on this table?" Euna asks.

"I don't think even the sorceress could say anymore," you reply.

Together, you scrounge the lab, although you're not much help. The purpose of these bottles and books are unknowable save for their labels, and reading was never a skill you were taught. Simple words are easy enough, but these words are not simple, and neither are the pages upon pages of text in the open book upon the desk.

Euna, however, having been born into royalty, has no trouble.

"I don't know," Euna replies. "It doesn't say. Maybe she's just greedy." She thinks. "Or maybe her source of ambrosia is running out..."

"If you think so," she says, "but let's be careful."

Euna scans around the lab. After much searching, she finds a jar in a bin underneath a bench. The contents is an oily orange liquid. A red 'X' is smeared over the label. She struggles to read it. "This is it. Are you planning to use this on the sorceress?"

"Maybe," you reply.

"I suppose if there were ever a poison, this is the one. Sudden death in less than a minute." She sighs, staring at the bottle.

"Doubts?"

"Some, but I suppose if anyone has this coming, it's her. All these centuries of evil. All the centuries more she'd bring..." After a moment lost in thought, she fetches an empty vial, fills it with a small sample of the failed formula, and puts the jar back in its bin. She hands the small vial to you. "This is all we'll need. I'll entrust you with the decision on whether to use it."

Nodding, you tuck away the vial.

Failed Potion added to inventory

Euna scans through them. "Atrament of Alum, Horn Silver, Dry Menstruum set in Mineral Spirit..." Exasperated, she frowns at all the bottles. "I'm not an alchemist. These terms mean nothing to me. They could be poisons or they could be..." She wafts her hand over one and sniffs it. "Alcohol? I just don't know."

It doesn't seem as though anyone is in there, so you creek open the door. Everything is as you last saw it—a mess of bottles, books, and devices.

She reads on. "No, but she thinks she's getting close, she had some patients maintain a youthful age, but they had undesirable side effects. Lately she's been trying more radical variations, but without luck. Her latest batch was fatal, her 'fifth rubedo mixture', whatever that means. About a minute after ingestion, her patients will experience swift and sudden death."

"So all she succeeded in was making an efficient poison."

"Sounds like it."

She reads more, flips to the beginning. "She's using the ambrosia in her work. It can restore health and youth, but it's effects are not permanent. Without regular dosage, you will age again. She's trying to create a genuine alchemical transformation to make someone truly ageless."

Stalking through the keep, you and Euna retreat back the treacherous way you came way you came. By the time you're back outside and in the clear, the sun is close to setting.

"That was more fruitful than I was expecting," Euna says.

"It was," you agree.

"It's late though. We should head back. Tomorrow we'll begin our plan."

Return to camp.

"Let me see..." Euna scans through the bottles of reagents and pulls one nestled near the back. "Is this it? Mercury of Nezurite." The stoppered bottle is filled with dark purple powder that glitters like sand.

"I think so."

"I didn't think rocks had mercury." She looks at it. "So this powder can change someone's personality. Is that what you were thinking? That we somehow use this on the sorceress?"

"Maybe."

"Well, it won't work in this form, but perhaps..." She crosses to a bookshelf and scans through the titles. Selecting one, she sits on the floor and pages through it. She motions you to sit by her. On her current page is a large inked illustration of a beautiful crystal surrounded by walls of curving text. "Listen to this," she says. Reading: "The mercury of this mineral can bring to surface and make malleable one's spirit. The other two parts, essence of plant and animal, will dictate the end state of transmutation."

"What does that mean?" you ask.

She reads more. "We need two more ingredients. Plant and Animal. Plant, such as a flower whose oils encapsulate the desired change in personality. Roses reflect love and such. I think."

"And the other one?"

"A salt from a human, derived from the desired end state." She notices your blank stare and shrugs. "I don't understand either, but you know who might? Lanx and Fira. We would need them anyway to put this together. I don't recognize many of these words. Calcination. Rectification. Balneum Ignis... The hardest part of this seems to be finding Nezurite at all. It's exceedingly rare apparently."

You palm the Nezurite. "Good thing we have it then."

She shelves the book. "As long as she doesn't realize it's missing..."

Mercury of Nezurite added to inventory

"Perhaps we should escape the keep for now," she says. "I don't think we're going to get the jewel today. We'll need to come back once we're ready."

"Agreed. We'll head back the way we came in."

"Not yet. I think we should explore more."

She scans them. Taking one down, she flips through it and frowns. "I'm not sure. All of these are about theory or practice. There isn't a simple recipe book as far as I can see." She sighs. "I guess alchemy isn't as simple as cooking."

He shakes his head. "No. Normally I'm allowed about the keep to do chores, but she's chained me here for a week as punishment."

"Why is she punishing you?" Euna asks.

"I touched myself to spill my own seed."

"That's it?"

"She forbids me to do so. but it just... I needed it. She's grown my virility so much that if I don't find release, I ache unbearably so. She delights in that, making me go days between release until I feel as though I'm about to burst. She put me here to stop my wandering hands, she says."

His eyes light. "Do you think you could? Is that possible?"

"Let's see." You study his bindings. His chains are thick, and they are bolted to the black marble wall. The shackles about his wrists and ankles are likewise bolted shut. There are no locks along any of them. It seems the bolts binding the shackles were hammered shut.

"Actually, maybe not," you say. "If there were a keyhole for me to pick, maybe, but these? Not without tools."

He wilts. "I thought so. She said it was impossible."

"We're sorry," Euna says.

"There is, actually," Slug says. He looks to Euna. "I need release..."

"What?" she asks, bemused.

He gestures to his cock. "It wouldn't take much–not much at all."

"You want me to... pleasure you?" she asks.

"Please, I know it's a strange thing to ask, seeing as how we've only just met, but it's been nearly a week since I've had release. My balls feel as though they might explode. And if you could clean away all the seed afterward so she doesn't find out. Please?"

You pluck a cluster of lime blossom and tuck it away.

Lime Blossom added to inventory

"Do you remember now?"

"I certainly do recall seeing the scepter." He suppresses a grin. "Though I'm not quite sure I'm in a state to talk yet. You've showed me so much attention cleaning my cock I already ache again."

"This wasn't our deal," Euna says.

"It's been years since a woman has touched me like that, but longer still since I've felt a woman's sheath upon my sword. I need it."

"I just pleasured you!" Euna says. "I swallowed your seed. Now you're telling me it wasn't enough? You want me to have sex with you?"

"This may be the last opportunity I ever have for intimacy."

"And how do I know you won't demand even more afterward?"

"I promise I won't."

"You promised last time!"

This time, he grins. "I did, didn't I? I suppose you won't know until you try."

Exasperated, Euna looks to you.

"I think we'll pass."

"Why not, Euna? You know very well you want to fit that cock inside you."

"There's no harm in trying."

"Maybe we're being too kind, Euna. Let's make him understand he's in no position to toy with us."

"I don't even think it would fit," Euna says.

"Please," Slug begs.

"Physically impossible. but..." Euna straddles him. Pulling up her skirt, she reveals her sex, and taking hold of Slug's cock, she runs its tip along her slit, smearing his precum. Slug thrusts his hips up to penetrate her, but she pulls away.

"Ah Ah," she says. She kneels lower, sliding her sex along the underside of the shaft until her knees are on either side of his waist. Leaning back, she places a hand on the ground behind her, and with her other hand hugging Slug's shaft against her, she begins pumping her hips forward and back, sliding her pussy up and down his shaft.

It's not sex, but he's getting the sensation of her pussy humping his cock. And with her hand pressing him against her and sliding right along with her slit, it's a hybrid between sex and a handjob.

Getting excited, Slug pumps his own hips. Euna increases her pace to match his, and soon, both of them are trembling and gasping. With a final groan, Slug climaxes. Cum fires into the air. It splatters his chest. Euna runs her hands over his crown, causing the next spurts to drizzle over his shaft. Euna's dry-humping smears it up and down. The amount of cum is enough to leave his entire shaft frosted, not to mention the enormous splatter on his chest.

When all is finished, Euna sits back on her feet and surveys the results. Cleaning time. On all fours, she takes Slug's wilting cock into her mouth while it's still small enough to fit. Next comes sucking cum out of his pubic hair, and then licking the mess off his chest. The only mess left is her own. Apart from licking from the floor what has dripped from her snatch, there's not much she can do about her cum-soaked slit. the cum caked into her own bush. She'll just need to clean it up later.

"Now," she says. "Talk."

"Hmm. It is an enticing size..." Euna says. "Very well, but this is the last favor."

Straddling Slug, she lowers herself upon him. She hikes up her skirt, takes hold of his cock, and runs the tip along her slit to smear his precum. His breath is already short, but when she starts sinking down, and her pussy flowers to accommodate such an amazing size, he cries out in pleasure. Up and down she ride, taking most of his massive length into her. He thrusts his hips up in time with her as best he can given his constraints. This lasts considerably longer than before, but eventually, as Euna bounces upon him energetically, he groans and fires his seed into her. She rides him through until he finishes, then casually rocks herself back and forth as they both come down.

She dismounts, and a flood of cum is coating his shaft, quite a bit considering he'd just come minutes before. More drips from within Euna. She bends and takes his wilting cock in her mouth to clean him once again. Though she cleans everything on him, though her inner thighs, much like her breasts, are still slick.

"Now," she says. "Talk."

You open the door. Inside is a spartan room. Along the side is a table of smithing tools and alchemical jars. In the center of the room is a young man chained spread eagle upon a straw mat. Each chain leads to a corner. He's entirely naked. and from the look of him and the body odor stench in the room, he hasn't been allowed move from the spot for ages. His black hair is tangled and matted. His dusky skin is tinged with dirt.

What stands out about him the most however is what's between his legs. The man's testicles are each the size of apples. And they look painfully swollen and taught. His penis—rock hard and pointed straight up—is an impressive club nearly as thick as his wrists. Clear precum leaks unabated from the tip. It runs down his shaft in rivulets.

He stirs from sleep as you enter. Upon seeing you and Euna, he flinches, though his chains keep him in place.

"It's okay," Euna approaches him. "We're not going to hurt you."

"What?" He says. "Are you one of the sorceress's slaves?"

"No. We've nothing to do with her."

"No?"

"Tell us? What is your name?"

"My name? I am Slug."

"I agree," Euna approaches Slug.

"Wait," he says. "What are you doing?"

She strolls over to the counter where all the alchemical tonics were stored. From the tools, she takes several metal stirring sticks. Each is six inches in length. With those, she approaches Slug.

"What are you doing with those?" he asks warily. She doesn't answer, but straddles his lap and sit. His balls are so massive that her weight is upon them, causing him to groan. The lips of her pussy kissing against the base of his cock. Holding it firmly with one hand, she puts the tip of a stirring stick against his urethra and jams it in.

Slug screams out and thrashes, trying to throw her off of him, but to no avail. "Stop!" he yells. "I'll talk talk."

"No," Euna says. "I'm not ready to listen. After I've had some fun, perhaps I'll ask you again." She takes another stick and begins working it in along side the other, unlike the first, there isn't quite enough room. She has to waggle the stick back and forth, twisting it so until it slides in next to the other. For both sticks, she pushes them until they're all the way in. There isn't any left outside to pull them out by. Slug is in agony.

A third stick. This one she fits in by prying the other two apart to make room, and she slides it in between them. Slug struggles and moans. She's pushed all three all the way in until there's none left to pull them out by. Rocking back, she takes the last stirring stick and whips Slug's swollen balls. He cries out. "Ah please. It's too much!" His back arches. His butt lifts off the mat.

Suddenly, his cock throbs. Cum spurts from the tip of his cock, around the stirring sticks. He cries in pain as the cum has no where to go, and the pressure builds. Then one stick fires out of his cock. It flies several feet into the air, propelled by a stream of cum. The remaining sticks dislodge and stick half way out of his urethra. Cum now spurts out from his tip, around the stirring stick.

Grinning, Euna yanks the sticks out. Cum fountains out. It splatters Euna's face and breasts. Then she fastens her mouth over his cock and swallows down the rest of the deluge. Her hands work his shaft.

Kneeling between his legs, Euna slaps him squarely on the balls.

"Ah, no!" Slug squirms. "Please, stop. I'll talk!"

"But I'm not ready to listen," she says. "After I've had some fun, perhaps I'll ask you again." After several more slaps, she firmly grabs each testicle and squeezes. He screams. His cock jerks. Euna doesn't relent. She digs her nails in. With both testicles firmly in her grasp, the nails bite into his flesh, concaving his testicles slightly.

He thrashes to get away from her, but his jerking only serves to yank his testicles still firmly in her grip. "Ahh! Stop! Please!" His back arches. His butt lifts off the mat.

Quite suddenly, pearly white cum erupts from his cock. It sprays several feet straight up, then splatters down upon Slug's chest, his face, and all over the floor. Rope after rope shoot out, a few splatter Euna. Startled, she backs away at first, but a grin comes over her. With his cock is still erupting, she fastens her mouth of the tip of his cock and swallows the remainder of what comes out. Her hands work his shaft.

Slug groans. Despite his obvious pain, he seems relieved.

Euna runs her finger through a splatter of cum upon her face and licks it clean. "You weren't exaggerating when you said you were sensitive. You enjoyed that more than I expected," she said. "And here I thought your life was torture."

He lies gasping.

"Are you ready to talk now?" she asks. "Or..." She worms her index finger into his urethra.She flicks the back of her hand across his red and tender balls.

He yelps. "No. I'll talk."

"Good."

"I was an offering," he says. "I used to live in Cockaigne, but then my name came up in the lottery, and I was forced to come here for the sorceress. She lay with me, yet I did not please her. So she plies her alchemy upon me to increase my manhood to her satisfaction. Yet no matter how much it grows, no matter how much I beg her, she always wants to grow it more. My suffering delights her."

"She tortures you?" Euna asks.

"It's horrible. Some weeks, she'll destroy everything between my legs, leaving nothing but a bleeding pulp. Other times she castrates me. Every time, after she thinks I've suffered enough, she'll use her powers to restore me to my bloated, deformed state. I'm living a hell."

"She tortures it." He looks to his obscene manhood. "Only ever pain. She'll whip and squeeze my balls, or put them in vices. It's a nightmare."

"Like the one she uses to control the leviathan?" he asks.

"Yes, that's the one," Euna asks.

"I think I might," Slug replies.

"Where?"

He hesitates. "I... I'll tell you, but you must do something for me." He looks at Euna.

"What is it?" she asks.

"I need release."

"What?" she asks, bemused.

He gestures to his cock. "It wouldn't take much—not much at all."

"You want me to... pleasure you?" she asks.

"Please, I know it's a strange thing to ask, seeing as how we've only just met, but it's been nearly a week since I've had release. My balls feel as though they might explode. And if you could clean away all the seed afterward so she doesn't find out. Only then will I tell you."

"No," he says. "That is the name the sorceress gave me."

"Why did she name you Slug?" Euna asks.

"She named me after what my manhood reminded her of. She said it was a like a tiny, limp slug. It made her sad to look at it."

Euna glances at his enormous, rock hard cock.

"This was before she plied her magics upon me."

"Ah," she replies. "What was your name before?"

"I don't know. She made me forget. With her magics"

"I'm sorry," Euna says. "That's a horrible thing to do to anyone."

"Absolutely not," Euna backs away from Slug. "I'm sorry you're suffering, but I cannot help you with that."

Slug deflates a little. "Okay, but I won't tell you what I know then."

"We'll just find out another way."

Slug deflates a little. "Okay. I know it was a lot to ask."

"It was a crass thing to ask," Euna corrects.

Slug deflates a little. "I suppose it was worth a shot."

You enter the door. Slug is still here, chained to the floor. He stirs as you enter and eyes you both with apprehension.

"You're back," he says.

"Those are the tools she's used to deform me so," Slug says.

You examine the table more closely. There are several long, thin metal stirring sticks, a marble mortar and pestle, and an alembic. You've seen such tools at Lanx's wagon. Other tools seem more sinister, such as a clawed hammer, syringe needles, a steel vice, and a rack of thin skewers. Euna brushes her hand longingly along the tools as though imagining about their sordid history... and what they must feel like.

The rest of the table is alchemical. Stoppered bottles are filled with pungent smelling liquids. You and Euna examine them, but without labels, their purposes are lost on you. One other item on the table is a potted plant with well-cropped shoots, wide leaves, and clusters of tiny white blossoms.

"What flowers are these?" Euna asks.

"Lime blossom," Slug answers. "She grinds the flowers and uses the dust in the tonics she uses on me. I hate them. They harden me and make my head spin. After release, my manhood won't even soften. I'll already need release again. No relief at all."

"I'm sorry," Euna says.

"It's the Zaratan Jewel, a small sapphire set in silver. The sorceress keeps it on herself at all times. It's connected to her."

"What do you mean?" Euna asks. "Surgically?"

"No. Pierced, to her clit by a long silver chain. And she keeps the jewel itself deep inside her crevice."

"Hmm. Does she ever detach it?"

"I've only seen her take it out once. It was after she heard news of naval ships off the coast. She pulled it out of her slit and held it in her hands while she concentrated. It was never detached."

"That's... unfortunate. I suppose that's all we needed to know." Euna stands and corrects her clothes.

"We should make sure he understands that he shouldn't be making demands of beautiful women."

The stairwell leads down. There is also a hallway off to the right.

You are at the bottom of a stairwell. They only go up from here.

To the west is the prison guard room.

"Escaping? What do you mean?"

"The girl was selected in the lottery to come here. Her father hired us to get her off this land so she wouldn't have to answer the summons. We—"

"Don't tell her that!" Marion struggles to speak with the cafre clutching her.

The sorceress ignores her and waits for you to finish.

"We all agreed to bring her here anyway."

"For the sake of the town," Euna adds.

"Are you from the town?"

"No."

"So why do you care?"

Your having trouble staying conscious. "The... the girl wanted to come."

"She wanted to?"

"Yes..."

She considers this, then motions for the cafre to drop you all. You crumple, gasping for breath.

"She wanted to come?" the sorceress says.

"Yes, Mistress," you reply.

Marion nods sheepishly.

The sorceress appraises Marion more closely this time, then motions for the girl to step closer. Hesitantly, Marion does so. Reaching, the sorceress cups Marion's face and pulls her close, though her touch is gentle. "You wanted to come to me?"

Trembling, Marion nods.

"Haven't you heard the rumors of what I do to people? How I torture and maim?"

Another nod.

The sorceress pets Marion's hair. "Have you a deathwish, child?"

Marion shakes her head no.

"You're hoping then I will keep you alive to torment?"

Nod.

"Then that will depend on you. You must keep me interested, and do you know what I find interesting?"

Wide eyes.

"Willingness. So few show me willingness as I have my fun with them. Obedience, yes. I can make anyone obedient, but willing? Is that what you promise me?"

Gulping, Marion nods.

"Show me." The sorceress spreads her legs. The silver chain is fastened to her clit with a small ring piercing. The links drape over her labia before disappearing into her slit. Whatever the other end attaches to is a mystery. Needle sharp thorns adorn each link of the chain. If those continue all along its length, they must be piercing the inner walls of her vagina constantly. Walking must be a small torture. There's even some blood dribbling from her slit, making a small path towards her asshole. Interestingly, the thorns are like rose thorns, though they're oriented downward, which means sliding that chain out of her will be much more damaging that sliding it in was.

"Explore your new temple, child. You will be worshipping it from now on."

Marion crouches between the sorceress's legs, bringing her face inches from her cunt. Hesitating only briefly, she buries her tongue into its folds. The sorceress basks in this attention, but not very much.

"Show me more passion." She grabs Marion's head and presses her against herself. Marions squeals in pain as thorns pierce her lips and tongue. The sorceress winces as well. Marion frantically pleasures her new mistress, rubbing her face and tongue along the sorceress's pussy. Blood trickles onto the upturned ass of the woman-throne.

The sorceress turns her attention back to you and Euna, though she winces occasionally as pain and pleasure jolt through her.

"Step closer."

You both do so.

"So you two are not from the town, yet you involve yourselves in their affairs.

Euna speaks. "It was just to deliver the girl. It's what she wished."

"Surely you are not ignorant of who I am. Even if it was her wish, most would not do that. Why did you want that?" She stares Euna down.

"I... though it was best for the girl. She loves abuse."

"And you want her to be abused. Do you like that idea?"

"If she'll be happy here, then yes."

"Would you like to hear what I'm going to do to her?"

Euna's answer is a long time coming as she wars with herself over this idea. "Yes."

The sorceress grins.

"I'm going to take her to my dungeon and chain her wrists to the ceiling. Then I will tie each of her legs to the ceiling with longer chains such that she's in a full split. Beneath her, I'll place a steel sawhorse so that her pussy presses directly against it, taking her full weight. It becomes excrutiating after only minutes, but I'm going to do something more. I'm going to stoke fires beneath the legs of the sawhorse. The heat will travel up the steel and through the bar beneath her snatch. It won't take long until it's sizzling hot."

The sorceress continues. "If this girl doesn't want to bear her full weight of her pussy against that heated bar, she'll have to hold herself by her wrist chains, or flex her legs downward to lift her torso. Between her arms and legs, I'm sure she can keep her snatch off that metal bar for hours, but eventually her limbs will burn with exhaustion, and she'll fall upon it. It will be a trade off from then on. How long does she crush her pussy against scalding hot steel before her limbs recover enough strength to pull her up."

She ponders. "I think I'll make her do this for four hours the first time. It might not seem like long, but her pussy will be a mess of cooked flesh by the end. That's when I'm going to have a dozen of my men rape her. The pain will be exquisite as their cocks force their way past the blistered, bleeding lips of her pussy. I won't even have to tie her down. Her limbs will be too exhausted for her to even move. Her sobbing cries will be my music. So tell me, do you want me to do this to her?"

"I'm going to take her down to my dungeon and chain her by her hands to the ceiling. Then I'm going to place a foot long phallus on a pole beneath her. It'll reach just close enough to dip into the girl's netherlips. Its only an inch wide at the tip, but it widens further down. It's base is as thick as my leg. Then I'm going to lower her down until her full weight is supported by that penetrating cock. Her cunt will be stretched taut. I'm going to leave her like that. Day and night, she'll slowly sink lower and lower. Eventually, her lips will hug the bottom. Her hole will have torn. It will always gape. Do you want me to do this to her?"

"There are many garderobes in my castle. The hole in their latrine all lead to the same cesspit. It is a nasty, nasty room filled with waste, scum, fetid pools, and god knows how many rats and bugs. I'm going to have this girl taken down there and chain her right beneath where all the garderobe chutes empty out. There are scores of people live in this castle. All of their piss and shit would fall right on the girl. Day in. Day out. That is where I'll leave her. Maybe for days. Maybe for years. If she wants to survive, she'll have to consume the filth flowing down on top of her. Tell me. Do you want me to do this to her?"

"If that's what Marion wants."

"No," the sorceress replies. "What do you want? If you want me to do this, say so. Otherwise say no, and I promise I will do something less."

Euna glances at Marion. The girl doesn't miss a beat as she tongued the sorceress's snatch. She can only listen as the two discuss her future.

It seems like the sorceress's question would be easy for anyone to answer. Say no. Of course say no. Marion's life was already going to be difficult enough. To say any word other than no would condemn Marion to the fate the sorceress just describe. And why would anyone do that unless they derived some perverse pleasure knowing what their one word would put the girl through such depravity? The Euna you knew from back home would never even consider it. Even the Euna from a month ago wouldn't never condemn another for the sake of their own sexual whims.

Euna's answer comes out in a hush. "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes. Do it to her."

"And then what shall I do?"

Euna bites her lip. She watches Marion lick away.

"After she recovers. Do it again, but this time instead of a sawhorse, use a steel pole. When she lowers upon it, it will bury into her until it presses against her cervix. It will roast the inner walls of her vagina."

"I like it," the sorceress says, "but to keep her from lifting herself off of it, I'd need to make the pole long enough that she can never fully dislodged it from her snatch. It will burn her the entire time. All she could control is how deeply inside her it cooks."

"Then so be it," Euna says.

"She might spare her cervix, but her labia would roast until it was black. It might even kill her if I don't use my magics to prolong her life."

"Do so," Euna says. "Make sure she's alive and awake when it comes time to rape her afterward."

"Do it again, with a phallus that starts as wide as her leg, and gets wider. Make her take it longer and wider. Penetrate her cervix if need be. Once her hole is truly ruined, start on her ass."

"Have someone come in to check on her once in a while. If she hasn't been eating, then force feed her the most rancid waste laying about in the cesspit, then smear her body from head to toe. Have them shackle her hands behind her back, so she cannot wipe herself clean, and must forever eat her meals with her mouth like a dog."

"Then that's what I'll do." The sorceress grins wickedly. "That is why you brought her. Not because of what's best for the girl, but because the thought of her torment makes your cunt ache. Does it not?"

Euna blushes. She does not say anything.

"An interesting proposal," the sorceress says, "but I think not. You, Euna, have come too far for me to let slip away. You belong to me now."

"No!" cries Euna.

You rise. The cafre seizes you. The other grabs her.

"Yes," the empress says. "If you didn't want this, you should have stayed in your prudish land and accepted throne instead of running away from your duty."

"Please, let us go!"

"If it is," she says, "then you'll no trouble listing the members of the city's elder council."

Without knowing any names, you think quickly. "No one on the council could. There are too many."

"Pitiful. No matter. Today I'll simply keep all three of you instead."

The cafre carrying Marion lumbers off down the hall. She doesn't seem particularly worried about this turn of events. The one dragging you and Euna moves, but the sorceress stops him. Rising, she approaches and studies Euna.

"Leave her here," she says.

The cafre drops Euna. The sorceress takes her by the arm calmly, although her grip is vice-like.

"I will enjoy having fun with you," the sorceress says. She then looks at you and sneers a little. "You though. You're nothing special. Lock him away," she says to the cafres. "Perhaps later derive some pleasure from his slow and torturous death."

"NO!" Euna struggles. "Don't do this. Please! Let him go."

She keeps yelling as you're dragged away. In the halls, you can still hear her wailing and pleading. It grows distant as the cafre takes you down a flight of stairs. These halls are more like catacombs, though they're still made of black marble. Without windows, the only light comes from a few wall sconces which glow with strange greenish fires. Past a fortified steel door is a prison with rows of cells. Many are occupied, though slung over a cafre's shoulder as you are, you hardly glance them.

He tosses you into a cell at the end. "Heh heh, squishy. We're gunna get to eat your flesh after she's done with you." He locks the door and lumbers off.

All is calm. The only noise now is an echo of dripping water. Farther past that, a man moans in pain or anguish; you're not sure which. The only light is a dull green glow from a wall sconce down the hall. It hardly lights anything hear you. It takes a few minutes for your eyes adjust before you can even make out the details of your confines. It's all black marble, and a single, solid piece. This dungeon was carved out rather than the blocks laid by a mason. The floor is smoothed. A small trench runs along the back which connects to adjacent cells. Your guess is that trench continues through all cells on this side. That way, the gaolers need only wash any mess into that and it'll drain away to a communal spot. Efficient, yet filthy. Other than that, there is a dingy bucket for your mess, and a filthy cloth sack filled with hay for sleeping. You try not to think about how many fleas and bugs live inside that.

It's not the worst prison you've ever been in, but you've seen better.

"Is that you?" A timid voice comes from the cell across to yours. Someone has crawled out of the dark to see you. Though you can only see her silhouette, you recognize Marion. "It's me," you say.

"I guess it didn't work out the way you hoped."

"Nope."

A pause. "I'm sorry," she says.

"Not your fault."

"Where's Euna?"

"The sorceress took a special interest in her."

"Oh. Is she going to be okay?"

"No idea."

"What do she want with you?"

"To kill me slowly."

"Oh. Sorry."

"Not your fault." you say.

Before she can reply, footsteps start coming down the hall. Two men come shambling along. The first carries a green-fire lantern, and he's one of the most unleasant people you've ever seen He's hunched over like a troll. He drags one leg which ends a deformed foot bound in makeshift leather shoe that makes it seem more like a club than a leg. One arm is badly deformed, as though melted wax. The stubby fingers curl into a claw. His face is likewise half melted, though much is hidden by his enormous unkempt beard which you know must be rife with fleas. His clothes are little more than filthy rags stitched about him. His potent body stench strikes you even as he arrives.

His partner carries a bowl of slop. He seems attractive by comparison, but under other circumstances, people would shun him. He's in his teens maybe. His face is covered in red rashes and scars, as though the kid had survived a disfiguring plague of pox. His face seems fixed in a permanent sneer. From his clothing and hygiene, he seems to be aspiring to be like his hunchbacked colleague.

They come to a stop outside your cells.

"Ehh, look it," the hunchback says. "We got ourselves some guests."

The pox kid sniggers.

"Come ere," he says to you.

You step forward, but not close enough for him to reach you. He holds up the lantern. "Man, eh?" Disinterested, he turns to Marion's cell. "Come forward."

Marion steps into the light.

"Oh! Ohh. Lookit you," the hunchback makes several throaty chuckles. The kid sniggers nasally. Marion looks like she want to hide in the farthest corner away from them.

"Lookit her. New girl. Welcome to our prison, girl. I'm the warden. Call me Belbog. This ere is me second in command, Lech. My adopted son if ye will. We're gonna be takin care of ye till the mistress gets around to it. We'll be feedin ye, and waterin ye, and cleanin yer cell. We'll make sure you're right takin care of."

"Oh, okay."

"That all ye got to say? I think ye should be a little, ehhh, appreciative. Don't you think, Lech?"

"I... thank you," Marion says. "I appreciate it."

"Yeah?" Lech says. "Come closer and show us."

"Shut it, Lech," Belbog snaps. To Marion, "Maybe if ye want us to give ye any food, ye should show a little appreciation. Eh? Eh?"

Setting down the lantern, he pulls out a ring of keys and fumbles for the one to her cell. Nervously, Marion steps away from the cell door.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Watch.

"Have they now? The ambrosia will not be ready for months to come. Why?"

"As a gesture of good will."

"Good will, hmm? It seems the town has been showering me with good will lately. You only just sent me a pair of twins when only one was necessary. I gave nothing because of that. And now you bring more 'good will'. Am I to expect a another girl as well at season's end?"

"No, Mistress," Euna says. "She comes early, but she is for this season."

The sorceress studies her. "And why are you two delivering her? Why not the city elders?"

"They were busy, Mistress," you say.

She nods, as though accepting this, but then she looks at the cafres. "Seize them."

The captain grabs you and Euna, and pulls you up by the neck until you're on your toes. You're both choking, struggling against his grip. Marion squeals as the other cafre grabs her.

"I do not tolerate lies," the sorceress said. "You come here, make up stories, and waste my time. Ordinarily I would take pleasure in making you suffer for this, but since you brought a tribute, and you are clearly not from around here, I will give you one chance to tell me the whole truth."

The cafre is nearly strangling you. Your words come out choked.

"It's the truth, Mistress. I swear."

"Okay, okay. The town doesn't know we're here. The girl was supposed to be escaping."

"How tragic. It must be so difficult to be stranded from home. I can't imagine anyone around here even knows of Ruthgar besides myself."

"It has been difficult," Euna says.

"And it is truly unfortunate what's happened to your father. Dementia is such a horrid fate for such a proud king."

"Is that so?" the sorceress asks. "Was the prudish piety of Ruthgar becoming too stuffy for you?"

"We had many reasons," Euna says.

"No doubt. Though I can't imagine why the heir to the Ruthgar throne would leave when her father was on her deathbed."

Shocked, Euna gapes at the sorceress. "How...?"

The sorceress laughs. "Anyone who has an ear in Ruthgar has heard of the mysterious disappearance of the tsardom's beloved and beautiful heir to the throne, Princess Euna."

Marion gapes at Euna from where she sits. The cafre standing silently behind you shift.

The sorceress continues. "They say she was the most beautiful woman of all the land. This I see, but they also say she was devote and chaste–a true virginal maiden. This is not what stands before me, you, who turns a young girl over to me over your own sexual whim. How has this come to be?"

"I've... I've changed."

"So you have. And as fate would have it, you deliver yourself right into my lap. How serendipitous, because as it so happens, I have the power to send you back."

Euna's eyes are wide. Her hope is clear. She's not seeing how this is too easy, how the sorceress is clearly toying with her. You would catch her eye, but her attention is on the sorceress. "How?" she asks.

"Simple," the sorceress replies. "I have an understanding with a pirate cove not far from here. They will do as I say, and if I tell them to deliver someone to the land of Ruthgar, they will do just that. And my powers will ensure a swift and safe journey."

"You would do this? But why?"

"That is an excellent question. Why indeed? Why should I even let you go?"

"So you have. And as fate would have it, you have delivered yourself right to your new home."

"What are you talking about? What home?"

"Why, here of course. My keep. I have decided to keep you."

"What!? Why?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

The sorceress leans forward and scrutinizes Euna. "You may be the most beautiful woman in this realm besides myself. Besides that, you are true royalty. A princess, and one who has come to embrace her inner whore. You, Euna, would be the jewel, my most treasured possession. Oh, the fun I will have with you."

"No," Euna wails. "You can't do that. We delivered you a girl. She was our offer. The town–"

"Does not know you're here," the sorceress finished. "And even if they did, they don't know who you truly are, Lady Euna. They would not dare stand up to me over a common foreigner."

Euna stammers. Desperate, she looks to you.

"Very well. Take her. Farewell, Euna. Enjoy your new life."

The sorceress pushes Marion away with her foot. Marion falls onto her rump. Her lips and chin are covered in bloody cuts. Tears drip from her eyes, and blood drips onto her clothes. Yet she's licking away her blood and pressing her lips together as though to toy with the pain. The sorceress's vagina also has several cuts from her chain's thorns. When she stands, blood drips onto the black marble floor.

She strides toward you two, her silk robe trailing behind her. She circles around Euna as though studying a fine piece of art. Stopping in front of her, the sorceress delicately touches Euna's face, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Euna tries not to flinch.

"You are a strikingly beautiful woman," she says.

"Thank you."

"...Though your beauty is quite foreign. What is your name?"

"Lady Euna."

"Euna. That is a strikingly beautiful name, though again, quite foreign. You two are a long way from home. Where is that, exactly?"

"We're from a tsardom called Ruthgar," Euna says.

"Ah, yes. I have heard of that land, nation of the prudes and pious. What brings you so far?"

Unsure, Euna glances at you.

"We have traveled to this land seeking a new home."

"We were shipwrecked, and now we're trying to find our way home."

She gulps and nods to you, acknowledging your words distantly. She had looked to you as an anchor to hold her back from the abyss she's about to walk into, but you didn't stop her. Her eyes are distant when she speaks again. "Maybe... Maybe this is why I've been brought here. My father is dying, and I ran away from my duty in cowardice, only to end up here, to the one person who can save him. It's almost as though it were meant to happen. This is my punishment for my cowardice, and it might also be my duty."

"You might be mistaking happenstance for fate," you say. "Just because an option presents itself to you, does not mean you're meant to take it. Do what you want, not what you think you deserve."

She's still distant. "I think I this is what I want. Isn't that madness? Who would subject themselves to this for any reason? And yet, I feel as though this is what I was meant to do the moment I left on that boat. I was too afraid to take the throne, and so I will save my father."

Her mind seems to come back from its fugue. She looks at sorceress. "I... I accept."

"You submit yourself to me, to violate and abuse as I please?"

"Yes."

"You will never say no to me? And even help me torment yourself and others?"

"Yes."

The sorceress's grins down at Euna. "Then it is done." To faces you, "You will stay here for the night. In peace. Tomorrow I will have the ambrosia ready, and you will depart on your journey home."

She motions to the cafre. "Take him to the east wing bedroom."

She turns back to Euna. Spreading her legs, she says, "Come here, Euna. It's time for you to worship your new temple."

The cafre captain seizes you by the arm and drags you to a side hallway. You try to look back. All you glimpse is Euna kneeling before the sorceress, lowers her face to the sorceress's snatch. And then she's out of view.

The east wing bedroom is nice enough. It's made of several rooms. Everything is either black marble, dark colored fabric, or ornately carved oak wood. In terms of amenities, it's nice enough. Later on, someone delivers a lavish meal of meats upon a tray, though they're gone from the entry way before you see who it is. Nor can you follow, since the doors are locked from the outside.

As pleasant as the place is, it's a one day prison cell. There's nothing more to do besides eat, rest, and to wonder what's happening to Euna right now. When night comes, you go to sleep in a massive pillared bed of fine sheets.

A cafre's thunderous knocking awakes you. It waits impatiently while you dress and wolf down a breakfast which was delivered in your sleep. Afterward, it nearly drags you back to the throne room.

The smell strikes you first. It's like a latrine in here. When you come around the pillars, you see why.

The sorceress sits perched on the edge of her human throne. Euna sits between her legs, but she's facing outward, as though they were sitting together to watch a play, but that's not at all what's going on. Today, the sorceress wears the same heels and black silk robe, again not cinched, but now she also wears a formidable leather cock strapped to her waist as though it were her own. It's several inches longer than a human cock, it has bumps spiraling up to its tip, and it's absolutely dripping with shit. More shit covers the sorceress's thighs and lower belly, but Euna makes her seem clean in comparison. From her mouth downward, Euna is coated with shit. It's as though it poured from her mouth like a river and down her front. She's wearing a silk robe like the sorceress, but hers is white, and utterly ruined, as her entire front is soaked with lumpy brown shit. It covers her breasts, her belly, and between her legs, where shit has pooled in the white silk of her robe. Between her legs is a wide bowl containing a small mountain of feces surrounded by a lake of liquid shit.

Euna looks up. Her eyes are red. Her cheeks are stained with tears, but she does not look distraught. She gives you a minuscule nod.

The sorceress smiles as you approach. "Pleasant morning, isn't it?"

"Yeah," you say.

"I'm just feeding Euna her breakfast. All of the servants in my keep were kind enough to contribute." She turns her attention back to Euna. "I didn't say stop."

Euna looks back to the bowl of shit. She grabs two handfuls of sticky, warm shit off the top of the mountain. She immediately shoves on into her mouth, messily smearing shit about her lips. She pauses to control her stomach, then without chewing or swallowing, the next handful goes in. She packs shit into her mouth until her jaw won't close, then she tilts her head back to look straight up.

The sorceress stands. She bends over so as to point her wooden cock at Euna's stuffed mouth. Squatting, she rams the cock down Euna's throat. Shit spills out of Euna's lips, but most is forced down into her stomach. The sorceress violently fucks Euna's mouth, packing the shit into her stomach. With the cock half way down her throat, Euna gags once, twice, then a torrent of brown sludgy vomit surges from around the cock. Some shoots out her nose.

The sorceress pulls the cock and and sits back while Euna vomits acidic shit. It spills over Euna's body. Her eyes water profusely. Euna stoops over the bowl and unleashes her stomach. It's remarkable how much comes out. When she finishes, Euna struggles a hold of herself. She gasps and spits. Brown mucus drapes from her lips to the bowl.

But she loses it again. More vomit surges up.

The sorceress sighs. "This is going to take all day, isn't it? I'm not going to let her up until that bowl is clean. If my suppertime comes around, I might resort to ramming her breakfast into her other holes." She shakes her head "She may be willing, but she has a lot of training ahead of her before she can properly please me. I suppose that's half the fun. I'm going to break her down until she's nothing but a shit whore who craves filling her body with rotten filth. And to think she's Ruthgar's virginal maiden. Do you see the robes I gave her?"

Euna wears white silk, but it's already been completely ruined.

"It's all she'll wear from now on. The white will stain more and more. Some day it will be as black as mine, but forever putrid. A perfect metaphor, wouldn't you say?"

"...Yeah," you say.

The sorceress nods forward. Near the front of the throne room sits a lone table, upon it is a bottle of a white, shimmering liquid. "There is your first ambrosia. Once every season, I will have a messenger deliver you another vial. Now, a boat awaits you at the cove, but I will allow you two to say goodbye."

Euna looks up at you. She manages a smile.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

She nods at first, but then does something more. She reclines back, resting her head against the sorceress's fake cock. Her hand reaches into the pooled shit in her lap and finds her pussy. She rubs herself through the mess and smiles, a genuine smile this time. "I think we both know I'll do fine. Thank you."

"Thank you?"

"I was miserable before you found me. You showed me the life I was meant to live. For that I owe you everything. Now go. Save my father."

She nods. "Go, Save my father." Her voice is hoarse.

"I will. Goodbye, Euna."

"Goodbye, my sweet fool."

Epilogue: Sacrifice

The sorceress eyes you most curiously. "A compelling argument, little man. Here I thought you were nothing special. You are the one who has been guiding her on her journey, aren't you? You've looked after her, protected her, encouraged her."

"I have."

Intrigued, the sorceress looks back at Euna. "It would be a shame to scare you back inside your shell. Willingness is such a delightful treat." Pondering, the sorceress reclines back on her throne. It whimpers. "Very well, I'll give you a choice, something I rarely do. You may both walk out of my keep unhindered. Or..." She leans close. "Give yourself to me, fully and completely. Become my personal property, for me to play with however I want. I will make you descend into the darkest and most forbidden ecstasies of pain and humiliation. If you do this, I will send him home."

Euna thinks. "But you'll let us both leave?"

"I will."

Euna looks to you apologetically. "I'm sorry. I know she would send you home, but—"

"No, no." You assure her. "I understand. You'd have to be insane to take her up on that offer. Let's leave here together."

Euna turns back to the sorceress. "Then leave we will."

"Even if I said I would give him my ambrosia to take back to your father?"

This catches Euna short. She opens her mouth to reply, but no words come out.

The sorceress continued. "The ambrosia cures all ailments. It would restore his youth. He would become a perpetual king. Except there is one caveat. The ambrosia only lasts for one season. After that, his real age will resurface, unless he drinks another. I will ensure an ambrosia is delivered to your father every season for as long as you give yourself to me fully to do whatever I please."

Like before, any normal person would say no. The idea of subjecting themselves to such tortures would be insanity, no matter what the sorceress could possibly offer. The Euna from the past would have been horrified to even consider this idea. But this Euna is silent. When she turns to you, there's a pleading in her eyes, but not of one who is trapped, but of someone recognizes her own lunacy, and she looks to you, begging for you to give her reason. She's terrified, not because of the offer, but because she's considering it.

"What... what do I do?" she asks.

You address the sorceress. "And if she ever changes her mind? Or gets cold feet? Or even says no?"

"Then the ambrosia stops."

"Can she ever return home?"

"Never. She will be mine forevermore."

You looked to Euna. "Forevermore is a long time."

"My father was the best ruler Ruthgar has ever seen. He brought about a golden age. The tsardom would prosper for as long as he lived."

You nod toward the sorceress. "Her imagination is far more cruel and creative than yours. Whatever you're thinking, it will be worse than that. You might be her pet for a long, long time."

"It is a monarch's responsibility to make sacrifices for her kingdom. This could be my sacrifice. This could be the best way I can serve my people."

"It's your call, Euna. If you think you can handle it, then do as you wish."

"No, Euna. You may enjoy pain and humiliation, but to suffer it for a lifetime is completely different. You will not last long."

"What are you?"

"I was the fool at her father's court."

He grins, "Is that the truth? Amazing. You must be counting your blessings for being stuck on this land with her."

"It's been interesting."

"So," Lanx leans in. "Are you going to... fadoodle her?"

"Fadoodle her?"

"If you say so. Good thing she has you with her. She seems... naive."

"She's trusting, yes."

"What are the rules about a royal guard eloping with his princess?"

"Why do you ask?" you say.

"She fancies you. I can tell. What do you think those girls are talking about right now? You. Girls need to talk about a man with other girls before they'll get in the sack. As though they need permission. So?"

"She comes from a conservative religion," you explain. "Sex is a sin. Nudity is wrong."

"Oh, those kinds." He nods knowingly. "They're the best kind once you break em in. They get wild, like they're making up for lost time." He rinses out the cauldron in the brook. "You know, if you want help, I can help you. I've got some experience in bringing out a girl's wild side."

"You do, do you?"

"Take Fira. I met her back at the alchemist academy. Back then, she was a conservative lass herself, no sex before marriage and that lot. You wouldn't believe the kind of things she's into now. You just got to know how to nudge them."

"I'll keep it in mind."

"I thought you were about to offer me a love potion."

"I'm not interested in nudging Euna."

"Let me know. I'm rooting for you."

"Thanks."

"Yes, please," Euna says. "Let us help."

"Sure." Lanx hands you gloves. "Put these on. Make sure you don't get any on the bottle's lip."

You both help to bottle the remainder. During which, you all have a pleasant conversation. Once done, Fira sets the bottles in a crate. "Why don't you and Euna stay for dinner?"

"Oh! That would be grand," Euna says.

"Ahh," Lanx winces.

Fira regards him coolly.

"For tonight," he adds. "Sure. For tonight. Just tonight."

"We don't want to impose," Euna says.

"No. No. It's fine. Stay."

Fira picks up the crate. "Euna, would you like to help me stock these?"

"Okay." Euna and Fira head into the wagon.

You're left alone with Lanx, who begins lugging the cauldron.

"Help me carry this, will you?" he says.

At a nearby brook, he glances to make sure the others are out of earshot, then he sizes you up. "You're not really her guard, right?"

"What makes you think I'm not?"

"You're a little small, wouldn't you say?"

"Of course I'm her guard. She keeps me around for my guile, not my strength."

"No, I'm not her guard."

He sneers. "A love potion? Who wants that? Do you want to marry? Whelp children? I think you'd rather have something that'll put dirty thoughts in her head. Make her horny as the hells. Lower her inhibitions."

"You just described wine."

"You know what I 'mean. I'm talking about alchemy."

"Do you have something like that?"

"Lord no. Even if I had it in stock. I wouldn't just hand that out. That kind of alchemy is expensive. I'm sure with your wits about you, you'll do just fine."

"Thanks?"

"Truthfully?"

"She is who she is. I'm not trying to corrupt her."

"Oh." Your answer leaves him dumbfounded. "Okay. Well, if you change your mind, come see me."

"Okay."

"Hmm, why don't we?" Fira leans in and kisses you. Her hands explore your body. You loosen her chest wrap and free her gargantuan tits. She rubs them sensually as she eyes you. With a devilish grin, she squats and pulls down your trousers. Your hard cock bobs free. She kisses it along the shaft and nibbles at your balls. Once you're fully hard, she hefts her tits apart and sandwiches your cock between them. They're so massive, your dick's head doesn't poke up through the cleavage.

As she slides her globes up and down your shaft, her breath picks up. She might actually get off from this. You take over, grabbing both her breasts, you begin humping her chest. She moans. "Yes," she mutters. "Fuck them. Be rough."

You pick up your pace, squeezing her breasts around your cock. As you fuck them, you steal a glance out the window.

"I was thinking the same thing." Fira turns and pulls you to her. Your lips meet. Your tongues intertwine. Your hands explore each other's bodies. Leaning back, she peels off her chest wrap, revealing her massive tits, nearly the size of cantaloups. A web of blue veins encircle her areolas. Her nipples are as thick as your thumb. She watches you ogle them, then hefts one up, as though offering it. You lower down and suck on her nipple.

Fira's reaction is astonishing. She clutches your head to her bosom and moans in ecstasy.

"Sensitive breasts?" you ask.

She nods, breathless. "A side-effect of their enlargement." She pulls your mouth back onto her nipple. As you suckle, you sneak your hand down the waistband of her skirt and through thick curls of fiery red hair until you find her crotch.

Fira trembles from your attention. Rubbing her own body, she cries out in orgasm, her eyes are out the window to where Lanx and Euna are playing around. When she comes down, she pulls you up and kisses you. Her lips work down your body until she is squatting before you. She tugs down your breeches and caresses your hard cock, showing it tender care. You clutch her curly, red hair and pull her toward it. She obligingly takes your cock down her throat.

As she sucks you off, you glance out the window to the others.

"Good. Come here." Fira hops onto the table by the window. "You'll help me with something." She peels her breast wrap off overhead and casts it aside. Her tits spill before you. She squeezes both, and a small droplet of white appears on her nipples. A dribble runs down her flesh. "They're swollen today. They ache." She pulls your head toward her chest.

You obligingly latch onto a nipple. Milk pulls into your mouth with the first suckle. Her body shudders. "Oh, Heavens yes," she mutters. "Keep going. Drain them, please."

As you suckle away, she squirms and sighs. Her hands explore down your front and into your breeches. They clasp your erection and milk your cock just as you milk her breasts.

Fira is lost in pleasure. She's rolled her head back and closed her eyes, but you're still able to see out the window.

"God, yes." Fira pulls you in and kisses you long and hard. Your hands explore one another. Her breasts push against you. Frantically, she undoes the laces along the sides of her leather breeches and pulls them down just enough to expose her sex among a trimmed nest of red hair. Your breeches come next. Both your pants are down just enough for you to spear into her.

You both thrust against each other quickly and fiercely, as though this sultry liaison must be concluded as quickly as possible. Her quim squeezes your shaft like a vice.

Suddenly, she pushes you out of her just long enough for her to turn her back to you. Her hands are on the wall, and her rump is pushed toward you. It takes only seconds to navigate the cheeks of her ass and stab back into her sex. The sex is just as quick, but this way, you can both look out the window at what the other two are up to.

You both gather near the window and spy on the other two.

Euna is basking on the cauldron. One hand is holding her skirt up by her waist. Lanx is rubbing his hands along her thighs and over her pussy. He peals her vaginal lips apart, revealing pink flesh inside.pets her ample bush, feeling its softness. When his fingers worm inside her, she startles. They share words, but he keeps on going. Euna glances once again toward the wagon, but when Lanx begins playing with her clit, she gives in and relaxes back once again.

Lanx has given up all pretenses. He's concentrating fully on sawing two fingers in and out of Euna's slit. Euna still tries to work, but she's doing little else but writhing. She's pressing her snatch against Lanx's hand.

They're both oblivious to the world, certainly to the two of you inside the wagon.

Lanx finishes. He scurries out and kneels before Euna. She inspects the inside, nods, and after a brief conversation, she sits down crosslegged, back ridged.

Lanx hurries to his feet. He fumbles with his robe and opens it to expose his hairy cock. Standing over her, he aims his dick at her and fires a stream of urine on her upturned face.

Euna finishes. She backs out and kneels while Lanx inspects her work. He, however, hardly glances before waving the work off as complete. He can't unfasten his robe fast enough. And after bringing out his hairy cock, he waddles over Euna and aims his dick. A stream of urine lands on her upturned face.

Euna opens her mouth and swallows what she can, but his aim is erratic. Much spills down her chin, over her breasts, and between her legs. More soaks her hair.

When the stream dies, he steps forward and presents his dick to her, and she sucks the last remaining drop off the tip.

Lanx is standing aside while she inspects his work. It's satisfactory. Euna reclines back on the cauldron and spreads her legs.

Lanx eagerly opens his robes. His chubby erection pokes out from his dense bush of wiry black hair. He pounces Euna and humps her clumsily. Euna is reclined back as though sunbathing.

Euna is still cleaning, but Lanx leans in and whispers something in her ear. Just like that, she stops her work and bends over the cauldron. Like that, she waits.

Lanx opens his robes. His chubby erection pokes out from a dense bush of wiry black hair. He grabs her hips and stabs into her. His humping is excited and clumsy, but Euna accepts it passively.

From the way Euna grinds her hips, she's mashing her sex against Lanx. He doesn't seem to be fighting his predicament. Euna rises long enough to spin around and sit on his face with his body before her. She pulls open his robes.

While sitting on her chest, Lanx works his robes wide open.

He has an obscenely rotund gut. Course black hair covers his stomach and legs. It's a thick forest at his crotch, from which his cock pokes out.

Euna toys with it. She tugs and strokes, all while grinding against his face. He erupts, and cum splatters along his hairy torso. The last spurts dribble over Euna's fingers.

She pulls her tits free of her bodice, and leaning over Lanx's body, she presses them to his cum-covered belly.

He scoots so his cock is nestled between her breasts, and squeezing her tits about his member, he rocks back and forth. She's unable to stop him even if she tried. His bear-like form smothers her body.

It seems cleaning is done. Euna is standing before him, akimbo with legs spread. She's keeping her skirt bunched up, allowing him to work his fingers inside of her.

His bunches them up and starts pushing in his fist. Euna drapes a leg over his shoulder to better open herself up for him, and soon enough, his hand disappears inside of her quim. He pushes up as far as he can go, pulls his fist out, then repeats, again and again. Euna rests a hand on his head for support and lets him have his fun.

He has three in her snatch, another two in her ass, and he pries and pulls in an attempt to widen her further. Euna drapes a leg over his shoulder to give him better access.

Euna is still trying her best to clean the cauldron, but her efforts are impeded by Lanx, who now has all five fingers of one fist inside of her, and is pushing hard. She's spending more effort bracing herself against the cauldron to keep from being pushed inside.

And once his fist slips inside her, he's not done. Lanx pushes in as far as he can, then withdraws completely to do it again. And again. Euna can hardly clean at all.

Euna is still trying her best to clean the cauldron, but her efforts are impeded by Lanx, who's prying at her holes like a curious child. Three fingers explore her snatch was anther two prod at her asshole. She's clutching the rim of the cauldron as she tolerates this.

Then he starts working fingers into her ass...

Euna is still reclined back. Her breasts are still exposed, but Lanx has moved on. His head is between her legs now. His mouth is fastened to her pussy. Euna holds his head against herself, seemingly lost in pleasure.

You focus back on Fira's breasts. With a final burst, you fire your cum into the recesses of her cleavage. She grabs your ass and pull you closer. Her body shudders, and for a moment it seems she might collapse.

After you both come down, she settles back on her butt and spreads her massive globes. A river of cum is running down onto her belly.

She grabs a nearby rag and wipes it away.

"That almost seemed better for you than it was for me," you say.

Grinning, she bites her lip and nods. "They're extra sensitive. It was a lovely little side-effect when I made them this big." She puts her breast wrap back on. "Let's get back to the others."

Fira's skills are quite good. Her tongue on your shaft and her hands on your balls sends you over the edge, and you flood her mouth with cum. She swallows it down and returns to giving your cock gentle, loving attention.

With a final kiss upon its tip, she fastens your pants and stands. "Ready to head back to the others?" she asks as she dons her chest wrap.

"Let's go."

Fira pulls your head to her other tit, cutting off your view of them. Within a few suckles, the milk from this breast flows as freely as the other. The longer you suck, the more frantic Fira becomes.

She stops tugging at your erection and desperately yanks her own breeches off. Fishing your cock from your pants, she scoots to the edge of the table and spreads her legs.

You stab into her dripping snatch, and she cries out. The sex is quick and frenzied. Your mouth is fastened to one tit while she mauls the other. Milk sprays. It streams down her belly.

At last, she screams out and clutches you to her chest. Her pussy squeezes your cock like a vice, and you fill her with your seed. Afterward, you both need a moment to regain your breath.

To clean up, Fira uses a rag to wipe milk off her belly and breasts, and little off your chin. After she dons her breast wrap, she slides cloth pads over her nipples. "They'll be leaking all night now," she says, "but it's better than when they ache. Thank you for helping me get the milk flowing. Let's go see what the others are up to."

Meanwhile, Fira has yanked down her cloth chest wrap and is now kneading her tits with both hands. She pulls one up to suck upon her own nipple. Each of her breaths comes out as a grunt. Your pelvises continue hammering against each other as you fuck her forcefully.

When you cum, she cries out and clenches both of her nipples just as her pussy clenches your cock. When you take over mauling her breasts, her screams reach a new pitch, which she struggles to keep quiet.

After coming down, she hastily tugs up her breaches and redoes the lacing without concern for the mess now leaking into the gusset from her snatch. In no time at all, both of you are presentable as though nothing had happened at all.

"Let's get back to the others," she says.

"Yes, Lanx," Fira says. "Don't make our guest climb in there."

"They offered to help," he replies, "but fine. Euna, maybe you'd like to at least help."

"Sure," she says. "How?"

"I'll do the scrubbing, and you can inspect."

"I can do that." Euna comes and sits down beside Lanx as he crawls into the overturned cauldron and gets to work. Euna's contribution amounts to watching over his shoulder while he scrubs.

Eventually, he backs out and motioned for her to look. "How'd I do?"

Euna leans and looks in. "Well, it doesn't look like you really..." She notices Lanx. He's staring openly down her cleavage. She pulls back. Her hand goes to her chest. Her nostrils flare. "You did a pitiful job. Get back there now and do it properly."

Lanx sobers. "I... oh. Yes." He scurries back inside and labors on. Closer to the river, Fira chuckles to herself.

Now, Euna scrutinizes his work. "Don't forget that spot," she says. "And there. And look, you're missing the entire upper side."

After a while though, her remarks grow less frequent.

After a long stretch, Lanx comes back out. "And now?"

Euna points behind him. "Back up," she says. He does. Euna leans over to look, from where Lanx is, he has no view. She inspects. She rubs her finger along some surfaces. Finally, she backs out and faces Lanx.

"Yes. It is done." She bows her head to him. He has a fleeting chance to glance down her bodice, and he takes it. "Good work," she says.

After all the cleaning is done. Everyone spends some more time together until it starts getting late. You and Euna say your goodbyes and depart.

"So," you say on the way back. "The cauldron cleaning. Was that final bow a reward?"

"I was simply letting him know I bear him no ill will. He's a lecher, but they're our only friends here."

"That's it?"

She walks onward a little. "And maybe it was a reward for his obedience."

Euna storms over and sits by you, her arms crossed. Lanx is left to clean is own cauldron.

Afterward, the four of you enjoy time together by the wagon. Euna relaxes and enjoys herself, especially with Fira. Once it's late, you two say your goodbyes and head off.

"That man is such a lech," she says.

"That, he is," you agree.

"He's lucky they're the only friends we have here. Even so, he may have a swat about the face coming soon."

"He has a point," Fira says.

"Yes, he does," replies Euna. She faces Lanx. "Get to work."

"Oh come on," he says. "You're not going to do anything?"

"I am. I'm going to make sure you do a good job." Euna tips the cauldron on its side and straddles it. The front of her skirt drapes before her spread crotch. It barely maintains her modesty.

"I..." He blanks. "Okay then." He hastily grabs the scraper and a rag and gets down on his hands and knees, ready to climb in the cauldron. Euna leans back and basks in the sun. Doing so causes her skirt to ride up, revealing her pussy. Lanx freezes, mesmorized by the sight.

Euna notices him stalling. "Get a move on," she says, making no effort to conceal herself.

"Yes, yes." He scurries into the cauldron and works. Euna kicks her feet up and rests them on his back.

Fira watches with amusement as Euna takes charge of Lanx. Once she finishes cleaning, she gathers her clean supplies, but it's a lot to hold. She motions to you. "I don't suppose you could help me carry these in. Although... I'd understand if you don't want to leave those two alone. They're apt to get carried away..."

"I'd rather stay near."

"Let me help you. We'll let them have their fun."

Lanx has backed out of the cauldron to talk to Euna. Her legs are still spread before him. They exchange words, then Euna bends to peer inside the cauldron. This gives Lanx a perfect view down her bodice at her hanging breasts. He greedily stares.

Whatever Euna sees pleases her. She looks up, and they talk some more. It seems they agree upon something. Euna furtively glances toward the wagon, but she doesn't see you in the window. Then she tugs her bodice down. Her breasts spill out. Lanx takes one in his hand and fondles it.

"I agree." Euna tips the cauldron on its side and looks at Lanx expectantly. "If you do a good job. Maybe...maybe I'll reward you."

Lanx scurries to work. Euna stands behind him and watches. Once Fira finishes cleaning, she gathers her supplies, but it's a lot to hold.

Euna addresses you. "Help Fira take those to the wagon. And do whatever she needs. I'll handle Lanx."

Fira offloads armload of supplies to you. "Thank you," she says to Euna.

"Take your time," Euna says. "Lanx has much work to do."

"Wise, perhaps." Fira eyes the two. "Who knows what they'd get up to alone." Balancing all her supplies within her arms, Fira heads off toward the cabin.

The cleaning goes on a while. Euna relaxes the entire time.

Soon, Lanx scurries out from underneath. "I'm done."

"Are you?" Euna leans over to peer upside down into the cauldron. This gives Lanx an ample view down her bodice. Even from your vantage point, you can see the hint of her nipples. "Hmm..." She scrutinizes the inside. " You have neglected the topside of the cauldron, I see. Here." Sitting back up, she plants her feet to either side of cauldron and stands. "Turn it around."

Lanx twists the cauldron between her legs. Euna's skirt, legs spread as they are, is propped up her legs with only a drape of cloth in the front hiding herself from you, there's only a glimmer of her lips,only a tuft of her pubic hair is visible, but Lanx must see everything knelt at her feet as he is. And as he turns, he cranes to look up at her nest, something Euna makes no effort to prevent.

Once the cauldron is on its other side, she sits back down, straddling it. Her skirt is draped over the lip. Her vaginal lips must be against the cold iron. "Resume."

Lanx clambers back inside and gets to cleaning while Euna reclines back and enjoys the sun. After Lanx finishes this time, they repeat the process of Euna inspecting the inside while providing a downskirt view.

"It'll do," she says. "I suppose we're done." Sitting up, she swivels until her foot is before Lanx.

He doesn't need explaining on what to do this time. He quickly unlaces her boots, pulls them off, and showers her toes with kisses.

"Your work was satisfactory," she says.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Afterwards, once all of the supplies are put away, you both say your goodbyes to Lanx and Fira, and soon you're setting off.

"He's certainly taken to direction well," she says.

"Who wouldn't with you as their master," you reply.

She holds her chin high. "Good point. No one."

"He has a point," Fira addresses Lanx. "You clean your own cauldron. You're perfectly capable."

"Fine," Lanx says. "I just thought they might like to pitch in, but I guess not." Taking the rag and scraper, he shuffles into the cauldron and gets to work.

Fira speaks. "Euna, why don't you make sure he does a proper job."

"Oh, certainly." Euna kneels down beside Lanx and peers in beside him. She points out a few spots he's missing, which he begrudgingly gets to cleaning. The works takes long enough that Euna sits upon the upturned cauldron to wait.

Eventually, Lanx clambers out. "That should do it."

"Hold on." Euna bends to look into the cauldron. "Hmm," she says. "Is that really clean over there?" She points. "And what about there?"

Lanx, however, isn't listening. The way Euna has bent over has inadvertently given him a view down her bodice. Her breasts are nearly spilling out. One wrong move, and nipple might just slip out. His eyes are boggling.

Euna looks up. "Well? Aren't you going to get back in there?"

"Oh, uh, yeah." Lanx scurries in. A few minutes later, he reemerges. "What do you think now?"

Euna again bends over. Again this gives Lanx a prime view. Her chemise is tented downward, and he can see down the valley of her breasts to her naval. "No," she says. "It's like you're not even trying. Look at that. Get in there and don't come out until you've done a proper job."

"Yes, of course." Lanx gets back to work.

When he finishes again, Euna bends and inspects. "I suppose this will do, if you're okay with this. I wouldn't be."

Lanx's eyes are on her cleavage. "Oh, it's fine. I'm sure."

Cleaning ends. After rinsing the cauldron out, everyone heads back. By now, it's gotten late, so after farewells, you and Euna head back toward camp.

"Just how obviously was that man ogling me?" Euna asks.

"Very," you reply.

"I realized what he was doing the moment after I bent forward. That man is such a pervert."

"Yet you still did it two more times..."

"I did, didn't I? Perhaps it was a little endearing."

"Very," you reply, "and yet you bent over before him three times."

"I did, didn't I?"

"Very well, then." Euna gets down to clean the inside, only this time she folds her legs to her side and sits upon the earth. Her skirt is pinned beneath her bum.

"Very well, then." Euna takes the tools and gets down on her knees to clean the inside. As she bends over to reach inside, her skirt threatens to reveal between her legs. There is no way she can bend down without exposing herself. She decides instead to sit down with her legs folded to her side as she reaches inside. It affectively hides everything except her thighs.

"No," says Lanx. "You're not getting in there. You really have to climb in."

"I think I'll do it my way," Euna says.

"Suit yourself."

Euna resumes cleaning the cauldron by reaching one hand inside while keeping her butt on the ground. Everyone finishes cleaning. Lanx and Fira gather up the instruments, then he comes by to see how Euna is doing.

"Ah, no. This is no good," he says. "You've hardly cleaned the back. I mean it. You've really got to get in there. Here." He motions to Fira. "Would you show her how it's done?"

"I suppose you want me to do it Fira's way."

"Fira gets the job done. Come, Fira, show her."

Fira comes by, takes the scraper and rags from Euna, and gets down on her knees. Before getting to work, she gives Lanx a look letting him know that she knows exactly what he's up to. Then she climbs into the cauldron and cleans. Her skin-tight breeches conform to every curve of her bottom. The outline of her vulva is clear to see. As she scrubs, her bottom waggles.

"And you wanted me to do this?" Euna asks.

"Clean? That's what you said you'd do."

"Mmhmm," Euna eyes him.

Afterward, the four of you spend time together by the wagon. It gets late, so after farewells, you and Euna head back toward camp.

"That man is such a pervert," she says. "As though I didn't realize what he was trying to get me to do."

"Did it bother you?" you ask.

"I'll tolerate it. They're the only friends we have. Though he may have a good swat about the face coming soon."

"Don't you see what I'm wearing? I'd be completely exposed." She motions to her skirt.

"Exposed? Oh, I suppose so, but we're all adults here. I'd do it myself but I'm a little too round for the job." He gestures to his sizable belly.

"Mmhmm," Euna eyes him.

Fira continues as though she hadn't heard them. After a few minutes of butt-waggling cleaning, she emerges. After rinsing the cauldron out a final time, everyone heads back.

By now, it's gotten late, so after farewells, you and Euna head back toward camp.

"That man is such a pervert," she says. "He just wanted to see up my frock, didn't he?"

"Absolutely," you say. "Did it bother you?"

She thinks. "No. It's endearing. I just wish he wasn't so transparent about it."

"If that would make you happy." Euna takes the cleaning supplies and climbs into the cauldron.

"Make sure you get all the way in there," Lanx says. "The bottom is where it's worst."

"Oh, don't worry." She gets down on all fours. Her ass is held high in the air. She climbs inside the cauldron, arching her back to curve under the lip. Her skirt rides up her thighs. Her hemline comes so tantalizingly close to revealing her intimates.

Lanx stares openly. Fira, working down by the creek, smirks and shakes her head.

Meanwhile, Euna arches her back to scrub the upper portion of the cauldron. Her skirt rides up farther, exposing her womanhood. As she works, her ass sways suggestively.

Lanx has all but forgotten his work. Even Fira stares.

Pausing, Euna looks over her shoulder at Lanx without correcting her skirt or turning her ass away from him. "I think I'm done. Would you like to take a closer look?"

"I uh..." Lanx trails off. "Oh! Of the cauldron, yes." He lurches over, trying his best to hide an erection. He hunkers down just behind Euna. Her sex is close enough for him to touch, but he pretends to focus on the cauldron. "Looks like you missed a spot. Up there on the left."

"Right here?"

"That's it. Really scrub it hard."

"Like this?" Euna spreads her knees to get leverage, then scours the inside. Her ass wobbles before him.

"Keep that up," he mutters distantly.

By now, Fira has finished her work. Amused, she watches them for a while, then kneels by you. "I could use another pair of hands getting my supplies back to the wagon. That is if you're okay leaving Lanx and Euna alone. Looks like their cleaning is just getting started..."

"I should stay nearby."

"Sure. Euna can take care of herself."

"If that would make you happy." Euna takes the cleaning supplies.

"Also," you say. "Make sure to do whatever Lanx tells you to do."

"I will."

Lanx eyes her as she bends over to inspect the cauldron's insides. "Go help Fira put away the supplies," he says to you. "I'll let you know when we're done here."

"Yes," Fira dumps an armload of supplies on you. "Come with me. Those two will be fine."

"That may be wise," Fira says, eyeing Lanx. Fira gathers her clean supplies and heads off.

Euna keeps cleaning, her ass hypnotizing Lanx. He inches closer toward her over time, then catches himself and backs away. He keeps glancing your way, as though remembering you're there.

Shortly after, Euna stops. "Is this good?"

Lanx peers in. "Yep. That'll do."

Euna stands. She doesn't bother to correct her skirt, putting her crotch eye level with Lanx. Dirt is on her knees. She bends at the hip to brush it off. Her ass is inches from his face. He leans forward, as though going in for a kiss, but she rights herself and corrects her skirt. The show is over.

Lanx comes out of his stupor. They rinse out the cauldron, then everyone heads back to the wagon. After pleasant conversation, you say your goodbyes, and you and Euna head off.

"I'm being evil teasing Lanx so," she says, " but it's too much fun. It's adorable how enthralled he becomes."

"I'm sure he'd say you're not teasing him enough."

"Then I should be kind and tease him more often." She bites her lip. "Or in other ways..."

"Very well." Euna sits on her feet and reaches in. She puts her back into it as she cleans the inside the the cauldron, but she's not quite getting toward the bottom.

"Make sure you really get in there," Lanx says.

"I'm trying," Euna reaches deeper.

"No no. You're not going to clean it properly unless you get on your hands and knees." He's still sitting right behind her where he'd get a perfect view up her skirt. "You'd like that, wouldn't you," she says.

"I'd just like it to get clean."

Though Euna eyes him. "Okay, then." She gets back to cleaning. At first, her butt stays stuck to her feet, but little by little, she reaches farther in. As she does so, her butt lifts. Soon, her ass is high in the air, swaying rhythmically as she work. Her skirt and chemise ride up, nearly giving a glimpse between her legs. Lanx stoops to try to peer up her skirt, but each time, she absent-mindedly reaches back and tugs her skirt back down.

Fira finishes cleaning. She steps up beside Lanx during one of his more shameless attempts get a view. He stops and pretends like he was doing something else. Fira eyes him coolly.

But then Euna reaches particularly far inside the cauldron. Her clothes ride up, and her bald slitpubic fur peeks into view. Lanx can't help but look. Even Fira bends to get a view. Soon enough, Euna corrects her clothes. A while later, she finishes.

"All done," she says.

Lanx looks inside. "Looks good." He helps her rinse out the cauldron, then everyone carries the supplies back to the wagon. By now it's gotten late. After farewells, you and Euna depart.

You're in the valley when Euna turns to you. "Lanx was trying to look up my skirt, wasn't he?"

"Yes."

"Did he see anything?"

"We all did."

"So that's why you all went so quiet, isn't it? I hope you enjoyed yourselves, you perverts."

"It was much appreciated."

"You should be ashamed of yourself," she says. "It was your plan all along to give them a view."

"My apologies, Your Highness."

"You'll just have to make it up to me tonight," she says.

Once done, all that's left is the messy cauldron and the instruments.

"Would you like to help us clean?" Lanx asks.

"He will help," Euna says, pointing to you. "but I'll join everyone."

You pitch in carrying the supplies to the brook.

Fira drops the cauldrom by the water. "Somebody's cleaning this, and it isn't me. Euna? Who shall it be?"

"Hmm." Euna looks from you to Lanx. "Would either of you like to volunteer? Or will I have to pick one of you?"

A grin comes over Euna's face. "An excellent point."

"There," Fira says. "We all agree, Lanx, so get in there."

"Oh, come on." Lanx looks around. With no one coming to his aide, he resigns and takes the scraper. Hunkering down on all fours, he climbs into the cauldron and gets to work.

"Make sure he does a good job," Fira says. "Hound him."

"Oh, I will." Euna crooks her finger to Lanx, motioning him to come close. He does, and she shoves the cleaning instruments into his hands. She then straddles the cauldron and points between her legs at it's opening. "Get cleaning."

"Okay, okay." Obediently, he gets down on all fours and climbs into the cauldron.

"There you go," Fira says. "Just show him a bit of dominance, and he'll quit with his dirty little games."

"Yes." Euna reclines back on her arms and enjoys the warm sun. "I think I'll be doing this from now on." She kicks her boots off, then rests her feet on Lanx's back. He doesn't slow from his cleaning.

And while later he climbs out. "There. I'm done," he says.

"Let's see." Euna bends forward and peers inside. "Oh, no, you're not. Look at that, and that. It's a mess in there. Get back in." She shoves his head down under her legs and forces him to crawl back inside, when he hesitates, she slaps him on the rump. "Get moving!"

He jumps to it, scrubbing harder than before. Euna and Fira chat while he works.

"You handle him quite well," Fira says. "You're a natural."

"It's in my blood," Euna replies. "I see now that I should have been doing this all along, with everyone. I belong at the top. Though Lanx is a particularly good servant." She taps him with her heel. He doesn't stop working. "I'll keep him."

"Oh no." Fira shakes her head. "He's mine, and he'll always be mine, but he does respond well to you, doesn't he? You're reinforcing good behavior, so I'll tell you what. Whenever you come here, you can be his honorary mistress."

"Agreed." Euna looks down at Lanx. "How is it coming in there?"

"I'm done now." He backs out and gestures inside. "Happy now?"

"Watch your tone with me," Euna replies.

"Sorry, but is it done?"

"Hmm." She peers in. "You know you can better, but this will do for now. It's late, so I'll show leniency. Next time, work harder, or I'll punish you for this."

"Yes," he says, cowed.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes... Your Highness?"

"Very good, now kneel."

He blinks first, seemingly unsure about this turn of events. But he does eventually kneel where she points, right before her. She still sits upon the cauldron.

"I've decided to knight you. From here on..." She lifts one of her long, smooth legs above his head and delicately taps her foot down on his shoulder. It gives him a blatant view between her spread legs. ".. you are now Sir Lanx, my royal subject, my court alchemist." After tapping his other shoulder, she holds her pointed foot before him. "You may now show your respects."

Lanx grabs her foot and showers it with kisses. His eyes remain fixed to her baldblonde pussy.

"Now rise," Euna says.

Lanx gets to his feet. "Thank you, Your Highness." He's oddly stooped. When you glimpse his profile, it's clear he's trying to hide his erection.

Fira gathers up the supplies. After she and Lanx rinse the cauldron, everyone heads back to the wagon. You and Euna bid your farewells.

On the way back through the mountain pass, Euna turns to you. "I think I've finally found my stride again," she says.

"You really took charge back there."

"I'm royalty. I should be in charge, even when I'm so far from home. What happened back there just felt natural."

"Even that sultry way you had of knighting him?"

"Especially that. If I should ever get home, maybe that should be my way of knighting all my subjects."

"You'll be a popular tsaritsa."

You two arrive back at camp and prepare for dinner.

Return to camp.

"Oh, I'm not afraid," she says. "It comes quite naturally to me actually. Maybe you've forgotten how demanding I could be back home."

"I haven't forgotten."

"It seems fitting, doesn't it? I am royalty, like you say. I should be getting my way." She grins. "And I must admit, it was far more fun than it should have been bossing you around."

After a long walk through the mountains, you both return to the camp.

Return to camp.

"That's right," she says, recalling your supposed servitude to her. Handing you the cleaning tools, she sits upon the cauldron and crosses her legs. You climb inside and get to work, it puts you quite literally beneath her.

"Make sure you do a good job," she says, playing along with her role. "Don't embarrass me in front of our hosts."

"Yes, Your Highness." You scrape away gunk and scrub at cast iron. All the while, she sits upon the cauldron supervising your work. She chats with Fira all the while.

The others finish their work and come over.

"You having fun in there?" Lanx asks.

"I'm finished." You back out of the cauldron.

"Well, Euna?" Fira asks. "Did he do a good job?"

"Let's see." She bends over to peer upside down into the cauldron. It gives you a perfect view down her bodice at her hanging breasts. You're sure Lanx must see this as well. "Hmm. What do you think, Fira?"

Fira kneels down to scrutinize it herself. "I don't know... There are a lot of bits still stuck down there."

"Then go on," Euna points some of them out. "Get in there and clean. I want it spotless." Her delight in this game is clear. It takes her an effort not to smile as she says this.

"As you wish." You climb back in and scrub some more. After coming out, she scrutinize it again.

"I suppose it's passable," Euna says.

"I've seen better," Fira adds, "but I've certainly seen worse. It'll do. You two, rinse it out." She points to you and Lanx.

Lanx grumbles as you and he rinse the cauldron in the river. Afterward, everyone heads back to the wagon.

By now, it's gotten late, so after farewells, you and Euna head back toward camp.

"I hope I wasn't being too bossy," she says. "I was just trying to play the part, and I suppose I got a little carried away."

"It was perfectly fine. You are royalty after all. Don't be be afraid to take charge."

"It was a little too much. I'm not actually your royal subject."

Without a word, she pushes you to the ground. You fall on your ass, and you've hardly a chance to move before she sits down upon your lap. Her hands are down your breeches, fondling your hardening cock.

"You say you don't own me," she says, "but maybe I should own you."

She has your breeches about your thighs now. She's straddled over you and holding your shaft under her skirt. She rubbing the head of your penis up and down her slit, smearing her juices about. A small jolt goes through her whenever she rubs you against her clit.

"I am the tsarivna. I decide who I will and will not sleep with. You, on the other hand, are but a lowly fool in my father's court, which may one day be my court. I own you."

She sinks down, taking you entirely within her, and she sits like that, not moving, though her muscles squeeze your member.

"I should be the one who owns you. I would decide who you may and may not sleep with, all while I sleep with whomever I wish."

Now she begins riding you. Up and down upon your shaft, her vaginal walls continue squeezing tight.

"Perhaps I'll make you watch," she continues. "I'll have you stand idly by as I take paramours and suitors. Maybe I'll marry, and you'll be just a toy I keep around to slake my thirst when my spouse doesn't satisfy. Though I think any spouse would belong to me as well. I would be the tsaritsa. All men would be at my disposal. But you will always be a special favorite of mine."

Her riding becomes more spirited. Talking stops as you both build towards mutual climax. It strikes. She cries out and clutches your head against her bosom as you fill her.

Coming down, she keeps you smothered against her chest until she's good and ready. After getting up, she stands over you as she corrects her clothes. Fluids from her sex drip upon your crotch.

Finally she steps away and heads in the direction of camp. Paces away, she glances over her shoulder. "Are you coming?"

Return to camp.

You collect an armload of supplies from her.

Euna is critiquing Lanx's work while Lanx kneels nearby.

"I'm borrowing your man," Fira tells her. "I need an extra pair of hands to carry all this back to the wagon."

"Of course." Euna looks to you. "Help however she needs. I'll be fine here."

"As you wish." You follow Fira toward the wagons.

"We shouldn't be too long," Fira says.

"Take your time." Euna says.

You help Fira gather her tools and head off. As Fira passes Euna, she rests her hand on Euna's ass. "We'll be back later."

Euna scoots out and sits on her feet. "Okay then." She gives a small wave.

"What?" Lanx perks up. "You're leaving. Okay. Sure. Go ahead. Take your time. Euna and I will finish up here."

You and Fira leave. Inside the cluttered wagon, she deftly stows the supplies and rushes to the window. You join her.

Lanx has backed out of the cauldron to talk to Euna. Her legs are still spread before him. They exchange words, then Euna bends to peer inside the cauldron. This gives Lanx a perfect view down her bodice at her hanging breasts. He greedily stares.

Whatever Euna sees pleases her. She and Lanx agree upon something, then she tugs her bodice down. Her breasts spill out. Lanx takes one in his hand and fondles it. Euna furtively glances toward the wagon, but she doesn't see you in the window.

Lanx has sidled closer to Euna to peer inside. He's resting his hand on the small of her back for support. As he's pointing out more spots for her to clean, his hand inches closer toward her ass until his palm is upon her bare cheek.

When his fingers brush her snatch, Euna startles. He idly cups his palm over her bald pussyrakes his fingers through her dense pubic bush. Slowly, Euna gets back to cleaning.

"It's chicken stock," Lanx says.

"...oh," Euna replies. "That's all?"

"What? We eat too."

"Seems unprofessional to use your alchemy tools for cooking."

Fira's eyebrows arch. She looks at Lanx meaningfully, and you sense there's a well-worn argument between them regarding that topic.

After it's cooked, they filter the stock and bottle it. What remains is a pot full of soggy bones and vegetable matter.

"It's a boiler plate Spagyric concoction," Lanx says. He pours a measuring of powder into the mixture. Vapors sting your eyes.

"It smells like alcohol," Euna says.

"It mostly is. We're just putrifying some plant matter to get some more alchemical mercury. Similar to alcohol. It's a reagent for many other tonics we make."

He talks as he works. Most of the conversation is technical, but you do exchange pleasantries as well. After Lanx skims away surface oils, you and Euna help them pour the contents into an old, beat-up brass distiller.

All that's left is the messy cauldron and the instruments.

"It's a SaturnJupiterMarsSunVenusMercuryMoon herb elixer," Lanx says. "It's one of the Seven Basics used for self-enlightenment."

"The idea is you take one basic a day for each day of the week," Fira says. "Over time, it harmonizes your body for spiritual enlightenment."

"Does it work?" Euna asks

Lanx snorts. "The only thing it enlightens is your coin purse."

"It's just boiled herbs," Fira adds, "but it's a myth that none of us alchemists are keen to dispel. They sell well."

"Good to know," Euna says.

After they've finished bottling the concoction, it comes time for cleaning all their instruments, including the cauldron.

"It's a batch of Willow Menstruum," Lanx says, "or rather it will be after it ferments for a month."

Euna perks up. "Oh, the Willow Menstruum? Like what you've been giving me?" she asks Fira.

Fira nods. "It's one of our most popular products."

"Willow Menstruum?" Euna asks.

"It keeps the womb from quickening," Fira replies.

"Everyone wants to fuck," Lanx says. "Nobody wants a child."

After a boiling and a distillation, Fira sets it all in a clay pot and puts it out beside the wagon to sit in the sun. Now comes time to clean the stills and the massive cauldron.

"He can be such a dirty little man, can't he?" Fira watches with interest. "We really should stop spying."

"We should," you say.

But you both watch a while longer.

"Okay," she says. "Now we should go back out there."

"We could. Or..."

She grins. "No. Come along." She pulls you to the door. You both head back.

Lanx is dressed and rolling the cauldron into storage as though nothing were amiss. Behind him, Euna lies on the grass nude. She's enjoying the sun, and her body glistens with urine.

"We're back," Fira says. "Looks like cleaning was a messy job."

"I told Lanx I would do something special for him if he cleaned everything up without any complaint," Euna says. "I must apologize for the mess. Your partner has awful aim."

"That's her fault," Lanx says. "I let her drink my piss as a reward for her cleaning."

"I'm sorry for any mess," Euna adds. "I swallowed what I could."

"Something tells me he pissed right where he wanted to," Fira replies. "And right where we usually work too..."

"It'll wash away next time it rains," Lanx says. "It always does."

Euna gets up. "I must clean." She heads toward the river. When she returns, you two are ready to set off.

"Thank you," Euna gets up off her knees and hands you the rag and scraper.

As you get down before the cauldron, you notice Lanx shaking his head at you. He has a severe look of disappointment which blinks away the moment Euna glances his direction. Euna assists by cleaning the instruments you were working on while you stoop inside the cauldron and scrub.

Everyone works industriously, and soon the cleaning is done. You and Euna help carry the clean supplies back to the wagon.

"Thank you both," Fira says.

"It was our pleasure to help," Euna replies.

By now, it's gotten late. The sun is low.

By the time you're out there, Lanx is collapsed over Euna in postcoital recovery.

She taps him. "The others are back. Get up."

Exhausted, he pulls himself off. His wet dick flops out of her, and he hastily does up his robe. Euna inspects the cum dribbling from her gash. With a quick swipe with her skirt's fabric, she clears most of it.

"He behaved well?" Fira asks.

"Quite, and good dogs get treats, isn't that right?" she asks Lanx.

He's too winded to reply.

"What's this?" Fira asks.

"I aroused him too much," Euna replies. "So he needed to use me to dump his seed."

Lanx pulls himself off. His wet dick flops out of Euna, and he hastily does up his robe.

"Am I allowed to get up now?" Euna asks.

"I guess," Lanx replies.

She does and looks around for something to clean the cum dribbling from her quim.

Fira intercepts her first and slips two fingers up her gash. "Hmm," she sucks her fingers clean. "I must remember how well you take direction next time we're alone."

Euna gives her a shy smile.

After rinsing the cauldron and putting everything away, the four of you share pleasantries for a while before you and Euna head off.

"That was kind of you," you say on the way back.

"He begs so well," she replies.

"Was it fun?"

"Absolutely. That sweet man has a quick trigger and the grace of a puppy, but rewarding such devoted servitude is what I love about it."

"How did you enjoy being used as a cum receptacle?" you ask.

"He's sloppy and quick to trigger, but it doesn't matter whether I enjoyed it. He's free to use me so long as you wish it."

"Good. Right answer."

Euna is in the throes of passion when you get back. She's mashing her cunt against Lanx while her body presses to his. Her tits smear his spilt cum all about his belly. His body hair has matted down.

And she peaks. Body trembling, she hugs his great mass and mewls. As though on instinct, she laps at his wilted cock.

After she's had her fun, she sits up and stretches. Her breasts glisten. "I suppose I'm not done cleaning up after all."

With that, she finally rises off Lanx's face, and he gasps for breath as though he'd been on the verge of passing out.

When you get back, Lanx has pinned Euna's arms under his legs. He's holding Euna by the back of the head, and tilting it forward so he can fit the end of his cock in her mouth while he rapes her tits. She hardly has any choice but to suck it.

When he sees you two approaching, he picks up the pace and quickly fires off. Some gets in her mouth. Most doesn't. He clambers off.

She seems finally able to breath now that his weight is off of her. Cum decorates her chin and neck. And Lanx's ass sweat covers her breasts and belly.

"Yep. Err... good work," he says. "Go clean yourself up."

"Yes, of course," she gets up.

Fira gives Euna a rag with which to wipe herself off. Lanx just ties his robes closed. And then the affair is forgotten. The four of you put away the remaining supplies, and then you and Euna head off.

"Cleaning seemed like it was fun," you say to her.

"There was nothing to do," she replies. "I hardly think he deserved the treat I gave him."

"You nearly smothered him."

"I didn't hear him complain, did you?"

"I hardly got any cleaning done before he forced himself on me."

"Hmm," you say. "Sounds like you owe him an apology then. You agreed to clean."

"I suppose I do. I'll have to make it up to him next time."

"You should be more worried whether I will behave myself," she says. "I seem to have developed a habit of getting carried away."

"I trust you," you say.

"Just be wary about leaving him alone with me. He has interests..."

"I'll keep it in mind."

"...Or maybe I should explore it with whomever you tell me to." She regards you coyly.

"That may be a great many people."

"I should hope it would be."

"Just so long as you get to watch, right?"

"Exactly."

But she grows serious again. "But honestly, you're not upset?"

"Why would I be? "

"Not at all. I want you to explore your pleasures. Indulge and be happy."

"Very well. Then perhaps I will. I hope you don't live to regret setting me loose."

"I won't."

You arrive to find Lanx burying his fists up both Euna's ass and snatch. He's taking great delight in alternately sliding one fist out and pushing it back into her pliable hole while her other is still filled.

You arrive to find Lanx with his fist buried up Euna's asssnatch, and he's taking great delight in sliding his hand in and out of her pliable hole.

You arrive to find Lanx still fingering Euna's holes.

Euna notices you two return. "Oh, finished already?" Then to Lanx. "Time to stop now. Reward time is over."

It's as though he didn't hear her.

She braces against the cauldron and fixes the foot of her lifted leg against his chest. "I said... it's time... to stop." She kicks.

He tumbles away, and his fists pop fist pops fingers pop free of her.

Euna stands corrects her skirt, hiding away her slackened holeslips. She looks to you. "You helped Fira however she needed, I take it?"

"Oh, yes," Fira replies. "He was very helpful. I hope you two can stay for dinner."

Lanx notices you two return. "Oh, you're back. Don't mind us. The girl is cleaning my pot. I thought I'd return the favor and clean her potspot too."

From inside the cauldron, Euna says, "May I... come out now?" Her breath is heavy.

"You're not done cleaning."

"There's nothing... left... to clean."

"Look again." He redoubles his efforts. Euna has no choice. She can't back out while Lanx is probing her.

"Leave the poor girl alone," Fira says. "It's time for us to get dinner started. I hope you two are staying," she asks you.

"We'd be delighted."

And so you and Euna help them put together a merry feast using the now-clean alchemy supplies, and afterward Euna and Fira enjoy time alone in the wagon, but soon enough the time comes to head home.

Euna links arms with you through the treacherous pass.

"Lanx was quite pushy about fisting you," you say.

"A simple thing to tolerate for such an pleasant evening. I look forward to our return."

"How was cleaning?" you ask.

"Lanx can be so persistent sometimes," she says. "It's fun."

Euna glances over from her reverie as you both approach. Lanx is still eating her out.

"I hope you don't mind," Euna says to Fira. "He behaved well enough that I decided he needed a reward."

"If you think he's earned it..." Fira steps up behind Euna and drapes her arms over her. Euna leans back against Fira's pillowy tits and rests her head in the crook of Fira's shoulder. Fira's hand find their way to Euna's own breasts and gently caresses.

They watch Lanx together, for a moment, then Euna pushes him away. "Enough."

He stumbles back. His beard is sticky with juices. Euna lingers in Fira's affection for a moment before finally doing up her bodice and correcting her skirt.

Lanx is still enjoying Euna's snatch once you return.

"Lanx..." she says. "The others are here. Shouldn't you stop now?"

He doesn't.

Fira kneels behind Euna and wraps her in a hug. "Something you should know about Lanx, is that he will take..." She plays with Euna's breasts. "And take..." She kisses along Euna's neck and nibbles her ear. "And take..." Her hands creep down to Euna's sex. "...until you put your foot down." With that, she shoves Lanx away from Euna.

He stumbles back. His beard is sticky with juices. But now Euna is in Fira's clutches. And Fira does her own exploring. "See what I mean?" Fira says.

Euna basks in Fira's attention. "It's a good thing I have you here."

"A very good thing."

The group rinses out the cauldron and carries the supplies back to the wagon. After goodbyes, you and Euna head off.

"I think I'll have him housebroken soon," Euna says.

"He seems to take to a stern hand well."

"Yes. I think he surprises even himself."

"Lanx and Fira are taking more and more liberties with me," she says.

"Let them," you reply.

"If that is your wish, I will."

"Full bottles, mind you," Lanx says.

"Yes..." Euna adds. "We'll take your offer under consideration."

It takes an hour or so for Lanx and Fira to finish their concoction, during which the four of you share. Euna and Fira also retreat to the wagon together. Euna says it's because she needs to borrow some items from Fira, but they're in there a while. At the end of the hour the boiling liquid has been reduced to a single vial of liquid. Lanx seems satisfied.

All that's left is the messy cauldron and the instruments. Everyone carries the supplies to the brook for cleaning. While you and Fira scrub instruments, Lanx rinses the cauldron. He then tilts it on its side and gets on his knees.

Bottles added to inventory

"Yes. Many thanks," Euna adds. "I'm certain we'll find good use for them." She collects several bottles ranging from long, narrow teardrop bottles to squat jars with corks as wide as your palm.

Afterward, you all recollect by the cauldron. The rest of dinner passes merrily.

"This is the part I hate," he says. "Scrubbing out the inside." He tips the cauldron and tries reaching in, but his girth makes it clumsy. He looks to Euna. "Would you like to help?"

"Sure," she says. "What do I do?"

He hands her a scraper and a rag. "Just climb in there. Scrape the gunk off the bottom."

Euna gets on her knees, but as soon as she bends, her skirt rides up her thigh. She tugs the hemline down, but it doesn't work.

Euna kneels, but her skirt, already short enough to be right below her buttocks, threatens to expose much more.

Lanx takes a seat by the river directly behind Euna. From where he is, he'd have a perfect view up her skirt if she were to bend over.

She gets up, notices Lanx's rather unfortunate vantage point, and looks to the rest of you. "Perhaps someone else would like to do this instead?"

"Oh, very well." Her hand withdraws from your pants. "If that is your wish." Her disappointment is obvious.

Return to camp.

"If that is your command." Squatting, Euna drops your leggings and lovingly takes your cock in her mouth. She swallows it down until her lips press against your scrotum. She gags, pulls back, then tries again. This time, she takes you effortlessly down her throat, as though it were meant for this.

She does this not as a woman pleasuring her man, but as a whore sucking a cock shamelessly. Her squatted legs are obscenely spread with her pussy fully displayed. Saliva drips from her chin and onto her breasts, which she frees from the confines of their bodice. Again and again she shoves your cock down her throat. Her gags cause her muscles to squeeze your shaft. Her eyes water, yet she looks up at you with utter adoration.

When she finally starts having trouble, Overcome with lust, she rises, hooks one leg around your waist, and sinks your saliva-drenched cock into her dripping snatch. She doesn't hold anything back, and within minutes of her rough pace, you fire cum deep inside her.

After resting, she slides off and squats back down. She takes your cock in her mouth, but this time to clean away any remnants. Finished, she pulls your leggings back up and looks up at you.

"If that is your command." Sidling up to you, she slides your breeches to your ankles. Her lips meet yours. Her hands are on your cock, and her pelvis presses against you. You feel as she presses your stiffening manhood against her sex and rubs it along the slit to wet your cock with her essence.

Once you're hard and ready, she hooks a leg around your waist and bends your cock up into her hole. Once your cock oriented, she presses her crotch to you, sinking you into her depths. She doesn't hold anything back, and within minutes of her rough pace, you fire cum deep inside her.

With a quick finger swipe along her cunt lips, she licks away the leaking cum. "Have you any more commands for your little harlot?"

"Only that we should get back."

Return to camp.

"Anyone up for cleaning the cauldron today?" He offers up the scraper and a rag. He glances toward Euna, but she looks to you.

Lanx and Euna have stopped cleaning. They sit by the upturned cauldron and chat. It's too far to hear what they're saying though.

Euna points to the cauldron, to him, then crawls forward to whisper in his ear. He nods vigorously and crawls into the cauldron and cleans without pause. Something has him very anxious.

Meanwhile, Euna begins to undress.

Lanx says something to her. She replies. Whatever she said gets him quite animated. A few more words, and Euna begins doffing all her clothes. When she's finished, she climbs back into the cauldron to clean.

Lanx sits by and plays with his hardening cock while watching.

Lanx is scrubbing the cauldron's inside while Euna reclines back on top of it. Skirt up, she's idly playing with herself while watching Lanx's rump waggled about.

Lanx backs out to point out his progress. He freezes at the sight of her wet slit.damp snatch. Indignant, Euna chastises him for staring and orders him back into the cauldron. He hurries back to work.

Euna is cleaning the cauldron's outside today. She's bent at the hip and scrubbing hard while Lanx watches. He's also got one hand on her rump.

Casually, he slithers his hand under her skirt and fingers her wet slit.damp snatch. Euna keeps working as though nothing were amiss.

Lanx is already done. Euna can't find anything else he needs to clean. And from the lewd gestures he makes, it's clear he wants a reward for his hard work. Euna pushes him with her boot until he's lying on his back.

Then sits on his face.

His head disappears beneath her skirt.

Euna is cleaning the cauldron. To clean the underside, she rolls onto her back. Lanx leaps on this opportunity to grope her breasts.

Euna tries to ignore this, even as he tugs her bodice about her waist, but when she needs to clean the cauldron sides, she tries to roll over. Instead, Lanx sits down on her chest. His robe falls open. His bare ass is on her stomach.

Lanx spots you approaching and yanks his hand from Euna's crotch. "You're back!" he says.

Euna hastily flips her skirt down. She avoids glancing at you.

"Is he done?" Fira asks.

"Yes," Euna replies. "He's finished."

"Just needs a rinse." Lanx adds.

Fira nods. "Then let's do it and head up."

Euna hastily backs out of the cauldron and corrects her skirt. She avoids glancing at you. "Yes, I'm done cleaning here."

"Yes, yes," Lanx adds. "Looks good. Let's rinse this up."

They rinse it out at the creek. Back at the wagon, everyone has a conversation.

Lanx keeps glancing at you, trying to guage your reaction to what you saw. "You think you two will come by some other time?" he asks.

"Of course," you reply.

"Good then. Anytime. We'd love to have you."

After farewells, you and Euna head back to the valley.

Euna still hasn't looked at you. "I'm sorry," she mutters.

"For what?"

"I let him touch me. I took leave of my senses. I just got so carried away with ordering him around, and then he begged me for a favor, and I just though—"

"I let him touch me. I took leave of my senses. It's just you left me alone with him, and I was so worked up, and he came up behind me. I just thought—"

"Euna. I'm not upset."

"No? I let another man touch me."

"A lot of men have been touching you lately."

"But those were your idea. I did this on my own."

"Why should that bother me?"

"Because it is you I love," she says, "and I hope that you love me too."

"Of course I do."

"Then should I not be faithful to you?"

"So because I love you, you must forbid yourself any pleasure that doesn't involve me? Do you think I would be that jealous?"

She's at a loss for words. "I don't know. Isn't that what love is?"

"I don't want to own you as The Grand Duke Vasilyevich would. Love is wanting the other person to be happy. And it makes you happy to explore your sexuality. I would not take that away from you."

You both walk in silence back toward the camp. For a long while, Euna is silent. You're half way back when she spins you around. You're pulled into a deep, passionate kiss. She's entwined so close, it's as though she needs to breath.

Her passion shifts. She bites your lip. Her heaving breasts press against you.

"So what it sounds like," she says, "Is that I can fraternize with whomever I want, whenever I want, and you won't say anything?"

"That's right?"

"You might come to regret that some day."

"Are you planning to sleep around?"

"I don't know. Maybe. But don't worry. You will always be my little Fool. I will take my pleasure with your cock whenever I please."

"Is that right?"

"It is, and I think I will take that pleasure now."

"I am yours to serve."

"So you're not interested in owning me?" she says. "Not even a little?" Her hand sneaks down your pants and grabs your cock. "Maybe what I want is to be your harlot. For you to use however you please. To give to whomever."

"You'd want that?"

"What do you think?" She strokes your hardening cock. "Will you let your little harlot make you happy?"

"Yes. I wish for you to please me."

"Let's get back to camp first."

The two discuss, and then Lanx climbs into the cauldron to clean. Euna staddles the cauldron while Lanx works. Her skirt is bunched up, and her furred quimbare sex lingers just above his head. She plays with herself idly.

Lanx keeps backing out to speak with her, and when he does, he reaches to touch her. She bats his hand away and orders him back under.

The two discuss, and then Euna climbs into the cauldron on all fours to clean. Lanx doesn't concern himself with her work and focuses solely on her wiggling butt. He folds her skirt up like a flap to get a good look at her furred quimbare sex.

While she's stuck working, he worms fingers into her.

Euna straddles the cauldron and observes Lanx's cleaning. Whenever he points out his work, she bends low to look inside. He reaches down her bodice's neckline to fondle her breast, and she slaps his hand away. Something in the cauldron does not meet with her satisfaction.

He reluctantly cleans more before reemerging again. This time, it meets to her satisfaction. She loosens her bodice. Her breasts spill out, and he gropes them to his delight as she relaxes her head back.

Euna is on her hands and knees cleaning the inside of the cauldron. Lanx is squatted over her pretending to be interested in her work, but he's both hands wrapped around her flank.

She points something out to him. He leans close to look, while simultaneously slipping his hands down her bodice. Now, as she works, he blatantly gropes her breasts, going so far as to heft them out of her bodice.

She finishes, despite his distracting behavior, and backs out to let him take a look, but his attention is on her breasts, which he squeezes and mauls. Euna sits back and resigns herself to this.

Suddenly, he leans forward and takes her nipple in his mouth. Euna startles, but doesn't stop him.

"He's certainly got some nerve." Fira says. "How about we give them a few minutes fun and see how far they go?"

"Let's watch then."

"Why don't we have some fun of our own?"

"I'm sorry!" she says, aghast. "I hope I didn't embarrass you."

"A little," you say.

She sidles close. "Maybe there's something I can do to make it up to you. Something that'll put me back in my place."

"Like what?"

She thinks, then a devilish grin comes over her. "How about this?" She pulls off her bodice, and then tugs down her skirt. With only her chemise left, she takes a steadying breath, then takes it off. She stands naked before you, resisting the urge to cover herself. "I will walk home naked. Is that fair?"

You glance around, there is still plenty of light left that anyone else in the mountain valley could see her. "That's fair," you say.

She hands you her clothes. Together, you walk back to the altar through the mountain pass. Euna glances about the entire walk, nervous that anyone else might be about, though from her grin, she's enjoying this game.

Eventually you return to camp. She redresses.

Return to camp.

Lanx has sidled closer to Euna to peer inside. He's resting his hand on the small of her back for support. As he's pointing out more spots for her to clean, his hand inches closer toward her ass until his palm is upon her bare cheek.

When his fingers brush her snatch, Euna startles. He idly cups his palm over her bald pussy rakes his fingers through her dense pubic bush as though it were simple fidgeting. Slowly, Euna gets back to cleaning.

"I suppose I'll have to," she says, "but I won't be cross. From now on, I'm not going to lash out at anyone. This world is far more liberal than I am. I can't expect everyone else to know my limits."

"Especially when you show your ass off like you did today."

"Do you think I shouldn't do that?"

"No." You pull her close. "Don't you dare stop that."

"You liked that, did you?"

"It was amazing."

"Then perhaps I'll do it again, but my buttock is only to be looked at. Not touched."

"No?" You rest your hands on her ass and squeeze. "Never?"

"Except by you. It is yours to squeeze when you wish. Come now. Let's get to bed."

Return to camp.

"Let him?" she asks archly.

"What's the harm?"

"The harm is him feeling me up whenever he feels like it."

Walking beside her, you rest your hands on her buttocks and give a gentle squeeze. "And would that be so bad?"

She grins and hugs against you as you walk. "He is not you. I let you get away with far more than you should."

"Your ass is such a wonderful treasure. It would be a shame not to share it with the world."

"Ah, I see," She says. "It is my responsibility to let him grope me. You probably think I should let anyone enjoy a feel."

"You'd bring joy to the world."

"I certainly would, but I think this joy will only be yours. Come to bed with me."

Return to camp.

(Yes, reader. I know you picked "no", but we're going to pretend you said "yes". Work with me here.)

"Yes. It was just a harmless touch," you say.

"You're not saying I should have let him touch me, are you?"

"No. I'm saying that he took your flaunting as an invitation. He thought you were okay with it. He didn't mean to upset you."

"Then he should have kept his hands to himself."

"Maybe. Or maybe his behavior isn't considered inappropriate in these lands. Hell, they wouldn't be considered inappropriate in Ruthgar either. In taverns and festivals and streets all over our world, men grope women. It's harmless. Some women enjoy that attention. Those that don't, usually just chide the men."

"They wouldn't slap the man?"

"No. That's the response of a woman who grew up in a conservative convent."

Euna looks down sullenly and cleans. "It is, isn't it?"

"it is. He's probably confused. You showed off your beautiful bottom like that. No red-blooded male could resist yours. I know I wouldn't."

"And then I slapped him when it dared touch it." She sighs. "My Nimic ways have made me an impossible woman."

"It's certainly made you interesting."

She looks toward the wagon. "I should apologize to him. Would you come with me?"

"Sure." You both finish the remaining utensils, then carry everything over. Fira and Lanx end their conversation as you approach.

Fira motions to Lanx, and Lanx speaks. "Listen, Euna, I uh..."

"No, I'll speak," Euna says. "I owe you an apology."

"You do?"

"Yes. I should not have reacted the way I did, and I beg your understanding. I grew up in a convent which had a strict code of conduct. I'm afraid it's left me a rather sensitive toward lascivious behavior. I'm trying to get better about it."

He shrugs it off. "It's all right. You are forgiven."

Fira rolls her eyes.

"Thank you," Euna replies. "I hope my actions haven't ruined our evening."

"No. Not at all. Please, stay for a while. We'll put all this behind us."

The four of you enjoy each others company. Everyone laughs and enjoys themselves.

The day grows dark, and it comes time to head back. After goodbyes, you and Euna head back. On the way, she speaks. "I'm still worried about my slapping Lanx earlier."

"It's fine," you say.

"Yes, but I'm wondering. What do I do if he does it again?"

"Let him."

"Kindly tell him not to."

"Very well." Euna takes the cleaning supplies and sits down before the cauldron. She begins cleaning.

"No, no," Lanx says. "You're not going to get it clean like that. Get on your hands and knees and climb in there."

Euna looks back and peers at him. From where he's sitting, he'd have a perfect view up her skirt if she did that. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"I just want it to get clean," he replies innocently.

She eyes him suspiciously, then a mischievous grin comes over her. "Okay then. I suppose if that's the only way it will get clean." Turning, she gets back to work. At first, her butt stays flat against the ground, but as she works farther and farther in, it lifts until she's on her hands and knees. Her rump sways delightfully before everyone. Her skirt rides up until it almost reveals something beneath.

"You're doing much better," Lanx says. "Keep it up."

Down by the river, Fira rolls her eyes.

Euna keeps cleaning, her ass on display with her skirt tantalizingly high. Eventually, she says, "I think I'm nearly done."

"Let's take a look." Lanx steps over. As he kneels to look in the cauldron, his hand comes to rest directly on Euna's bottom.

Euna's reaction is galvanic. She backs out of the cauldron, spins on Lanx, and slaps him. "You do not get to lay your hands on me."

Lanx is stunned. "I... I'm sorry. I was just resting my hand to balance myself."

"You were groping me."

"I didn't mean to."

"Sure, you didn't." Euna gets up and storms over to you. "You can finish your own cleaning," she calls over her shoulder.

For the rest of the time, Euna helps you clean your bottles and instruments. Lanx sullenly finishes the cauldron. Everyone is silent. Afterward, Lanx and Fira rinse out the cauldron and help carry it back. "You can just bring those up when you're done," she says, gesturing to the instruments you and Euna are cleaning.

"Thanks," you say.

They walk off. You and Euna keep cleaning a while until she mutters to you. "Everything is all awkward now, isn't it."

"It's pretty stilted, yeah."

"I know I was being lurid, but I didn't mean that as an invitation to touch me."

"I understand."

She glances off toward the wagon. Lanx and Fira are stowing the cauldron. They seem to be discussing. "Do you think I overreacted?"

You tell her...

"Yes. It was just a harmless touch."

"No. You were perfectly justified. He needs to respect your limits as a religious lady and a princess."

"Yes. It was just a harmless touch."

'It can be," Fira replies.

"Is there anything you can do about it?" Euna asks.

"Not much, but I don't mind really. It doesn't happen often at all. And when it does, it does. It's a small price I pay for these beautiful, captivating breasts of mine. I'd pay it gladly every day if I had to, but luckily I only pay it a few days a month."

"Oh, heavens, no," Fira replies. "Sure, they're distracting at times, and my back certainly regrets it. But they're so much fun. I love the attention they get."

"It is quite nice, isn't it?" Euna says. "Men can hardly keep their eyes off of my own pair. I can only imagine what it's like for you."

"You don't tire of all the ogling?" Euna asks. "I know I sometimes do."

"Then you're taking your breasts for granted. I remember what it was like to be flat-chested, and I'd rather be ogled by the whole world than go back to that. You have a magnificent pair, Euna. They make men desire you, and women envy you. Tell me, if you had the chance to reduce your chest-size, would you? Because it can be done."

Euna considers. "No, I wouldn't. I just wish men would mind their eyes more often."

"Don't. Embrace it. Revel in the attention, because every time they admire you, it's not because they choose to. It's because they're helpless. They're drawn to your breasts. It gives you power over them."

"It's an intriguing way to look at it." Euna compares her own large breasts with Fira's mammoth tits.

"There. See?" Lanx says.

"I never disagreed," Fira replies. "Nearly every man I've slept with has tasted my milk."

"Really?" Euna asks.

"Really, and sure, it's a hassle washing my breast wraps whenever they get leaky, but those are also the times I'm craving a proper fucking. I love riding on top of a man and letting my tits leak over their body. Each squeeze brings a spray that paints them. Almost as though I'm bathing them. It's messy, but oh so much fun."

"Intriguing," Euna says.

"Maybe one day you'll see what I mean," Fira replies.

Euna's cheeks redden. She flickers a smile. "I... maybe. I will one day sire an heir for my tsardom. I'll be nursing then. Perhaps my breasts will leak like yours."

Fira stares right at her. "That wasn't quite what I had in mind."

Euna's blush deepens.

"But yes," Fira continues. "After childbirth, you too will enjoy the pleasures of milky breasts, seeing as how endowed you already are."

"We'll see," Euna replies.

"Nothing intolerable," she says. "I did a reasonably good job, but they are incredibly sensitive now."

"In a good way? Or a bad way?" Euna asks.

"In a good way, mostly. The nipples especially so, but it can be distracting at times. My breasts grow and shrink throughout the month, which is terrible for my wardrobe. Even if I could find something other than this breast wrap to hold them, it would only fit some of the time. My struggle with back-pain is eternal, though that's less of a side-effect and more of a consequence. Oh, and of course my breasts lactate at the drop of hat. But otherwise, my breasts came out quite well. They're supple, yet firm." She gives them a healthy squeeze, "and they're shapely, as much as they can be for their size."

"Why do you think?" Lanx interjects. "Because everyone loves huge tits."

Fira smiles patiently. "When I was a young girl, I was flat-chested. It's something I was always self-conscious about. After I became an apprentice alchemist, I became enamored with enlarging my breasts. As soon as I learned of a means, I attempted the transmutation upon myself."

"Without supervision," Lanx adds, "or consultation. Or even telling anyone."

"Yes, I was quite foolish," she admits. "The transmutation was gradual, taken through a regimen. Every night in my dorm I would apply it to myself. For weeks I thought I'd done something wrong, because nothing was changing, but then my breasts started to grow. And grow. And grow. I underestimated how long it took to take effect."

"And you'd think she would have stopped there."

"I'm telling the story, Lanx. But yes, in my enthusiasm, I continued with the regimen. Fortunately, the grandmasters noticed my sudden development, and they confiscated my supplies. Though my breasts continued to grow for months to follow, until this." She gives her tits a squeeze.

"Still," Lanx adds. "It's a testament to her talent. An apprentice alchemist applying transmutations to themselves without telling anyone? It could have ended disastrously."

"Yes. My breasts are exactly as they should be ...for the most part."

"Everything," Lanx says.

Fira quiets him. "Alchemy is an exact science. Every impurity and mistake can result in alterations to a transmutation's outcome. With breast transmutations, I've seen breasts that are strangely-shaped, stiff, or even oddly colored. Nipples can change sometimes too. They take on strange properties."

"That's why experience is important," Lanx says. "No transmutation is completely devoid of side-effect, but with proper method and practice, they can be so slight as to be unnoticeable."

"I didn't quite succeeded in in that," Fira says. "Though what side-effects I have are minor, considering what they could have been."

Euna chides you. "Don't be rude."

"No, no. It's quite all right," Fira says. "They are enormous. Everyone is always curious."

"That doesn't mean people should talk about them."

"Perhaps not, but if I didn't want people ogling my breasts, I shouldn't have transmuted them in the first place." She rubs her hands over her enormous globes.

"You... transmuted them?" Euna asks. "How?"

"With alchemy, of course. You didn't think they were naturally this big, do you?"

"Not all the time, but sometimes."

"That must be a nuisance," Euna says.

Fira shrugs. "Some days of the month, they soak my breast wrap, but most days: nothing."

Lanx speaks up. "They lactate a lot more when she's turned on."

She rolls her eyes. "Sometimes, yes, but not always."

"She'll be fucking, and her breasts will be dribbling all over the place."

She eyes Lanx. "Only very occasionally. And that is a nuisance when it happens."

"It's not a nuisance. It's sexy as hell!"

"You would think so," Fira replies, "seeing as how you enjoy nursing from them like a babe."

This quiets Lanx.

"I also think it's sexy."

"Sounds like more hassle than it's worth."

Lanx waves this off. "Oh, never mind that. People from the city believe these woods used to belong to some ancient witch who used to wander this realm. They say her spirit still roams to this day, riding about in her mortar and pestle, corrupting the minds of hapless travelers. Pah! Fools. It keeps the damn squatters out of my hair though."

"Yes?" Lanx says.

"You what?" Lanx asks.

"We were sleeping," Euna adds. "It came just at dawn, after a night of heavy rain."

"That would do it. They have a nest around there somewhere. I'm surprised you made it out alive."

"I wouldn't have if not for my brave guard." Euna nods toward you.

"You fought it off?" Fira asks.

You shrug. "More or less."

"He was clever," Euna continues. "He had us escape to the open beach, where there were no trees for it to pull itself along."

"Quick thinking," Lanx says. After he stirs his pot a moment, a curious look comes over him. "I don't suppose it left any slime behind, did it?"

"It got everywhere," Euna says. "The trees, our shelters... everything."

"That's useful stuff, that is. Makes a great lubricant."

"It was rather smelly..."

"Who cares? If you're back down that way, think you could get some for us?"

"It's also been sitting out a while." Euna replies.

"Should be fine. Fira, why don't you get them a bottle."

Nodding, Fira fetches a lidded glass jar from the wagon and hands it to you.

"As much as you can," he says. "That'd be great."

"We'll try to remember," you say.

"I hope so," Lanx replies. "We have all the ingredients we need except for an Alatyr stone, which is incredibly hard to come by. Even the academy had only a couple. Also, we'd need the life-giving essence of a mythical creature."

"There's no harm," Fira says, "so long as I do it."

"Why you?" Euna asks.

"That elixer was designed to only work on males," Lanx answers. "She could drink this and nothing would happen to her. That's why she's not wearing gloves and I am."

"Why would you want to do that?" Lanx asks.

"We need to steal something from her," Euna replies. "An amulet of some kind."

"You're likely to get yourselves killed. Or worse. Much worse. Why could you possibly need it?"

Euna explains to them about the amulet, and the deal made with Damien.

"You two must really want to get home," he says afterward. "I'm not sure it's worth it. This Damien is just as likely to knife you both than he is to take you anywhere."

"I know," Euna replies, "but this is our only way right now. Do you know how we could get in?"

Fira speaks. "Every now and then the sorceress sends one of her men to us to trade supplies. Something they frequently get are the ingredients for placating an akkoro."

"Those slimy, tentacled beasts?" she asks.

"Yes. He mentioned that the sorceress's keep connects to an underground network of water caves beneath the mountains, though for what reason he didn't say, but they need the tonics to keep the beasts peaceful."

"How does this help us?"

"I happen to know of a way into those water caves," Fira says. "When Lanx and I were ingredient hunting down south by the coast, we came upon an inlet beneath a bluff which led right inside. I think that leads into the same cave system that the keep uses."

Euna frowns. "I don't know if I'd want to go wondering around in those caves if the akkoro live there. I've had a close enough encounter with them, thank you. It nearly tore me to shreds."

"Hold on." Fira hurries to the wagon and returns shortly with a jar filled with a transluscent substance like half-melted wax. "This is the marker they use to pacify the akkoro. We have plenty, so take this."

"Are you sure?" Euna directs the question at Lanx.

He's squinting dubiously at Fira's handing out of free merchandise, but he shrugs it off. "Sure. It's it's not like it sells anyway, but don't expect any more from us. That much would last anyone a lifetime."

"Yes," Fira agrees. "It takes very little. Just smear a few fingerfuls of it on your skin."

"And the akkoro will leave us alone?"

"Probably not. This just impels them not to hurt you. If you're walking into their nest, I'm sure they'll be plenty unhelpful, but you'll be safe."

"I see..." Euna takes the jar. "Thank you."

"If you're smart," Lanx says, "you won't go. There's nothing but misery in the sorceress's keep."

Akkoro Jelly added to inventory

"What about it?" Lanx asks.

"No, they don't," Fira says. She turns to Lanx. "Maybe we shouldn't keep this batch."

"Ehh," Lanx shrugged. "Guys like that sort of look."

"They do?" Euna asks.

"Some guys. The kind of guys who buy cock enlargement potions do."

"But is it safe?" Fira asks.

"It's probably fine," he replies.

Fira shakes her head and tsks. "I wouldn't trust it," but she goes on bottling them anyway.

"White Lilacs," Fira says. "Yes, the flower of the Simorg. Charity and forgiveness, I think."

"Is that the kind of potion you want to make?" Lanx asks. "A charity potion?"

"It is," you say.

"Then we're only missing one thing."

"The salt of a human," Euna says, "product of the desired state. What does that mean?"

"Simple. We need a liquid shed from someone in a moment of charity or good will. A single tear should suffice."

"From whom?"

"From a charitable person, preferably. I would think... you."

Euna startles. "Me?"

"Who else?" Fira asks. "These two?" She points to you and Lanx.

For a moment, it looks as though Lanx will argue this, but he shrugs. "Yep. No one in this land is particularly rife with charity."

"What about the Simori sisters?" Euna asks.

"Sure. Do you want to explain to them why you're harvesting their tears?"

"I guess not." Euna frowns. "What do I do?"

"Shed a tear of selflessness."

"How?"

"Acting?" he suggests. "Just dwell on people you care about. Think about what you'd give up for them. Anything, really. It's not as though the tear has to be harvested during a cathartic turning point in your life."

"It's still a hard thing to do on demand," she says.

Fira gets up. "Come. I'll help you. I've had to things like this before." She leads leads Euna to the wagon. "We'll be back soon."

You and Lanx chat for a while. He finishes his work. You help him clean up.

Eventually, Fira emerges from the wagon. "She wants to speak with you."

Inside, Euna is sitting crosslegged on a messy bed, staring out a small port window. When you enter, she glances and motions for you to sit by her.

"Having trouble?" you ask.

"Do you know how hard it is to cry on command? I've been sitting here for ages thinking of everyone I'm fighting for. My sister. My tsardom. My father. Even that poor girl, Tara." Sighing, she flaps her hands up dismissively. A small glass vial is in her hands. For a moment, she seems tempted to toss it away. "I came close a while ago, but then I lost it."

"What were you thinking about?"

She shrugs. "A lot of things. Nothing. I'm don't even remember. What do you do when you want to cry?"

"That doesn't come up often," you admit, "but sometimes when I want to pluck the heartstrings of my audience, I'll pluck a few strings on my lute."

Thoughtful, she glances at her lyre. It's strapped to her pack, which sits beside the bed. "Can you play for me?"

"That thing? No, but you can." You fetch it for her. She begins a simple melody. The tune is lovely, but it's not quite right. With your help, she finds more somber chords, soft and haunting.

Soon, she doesn't have to concentrate. Her hands play for her.

"This is just the kind of music I might use alongside a tragic tale," you say.

"I never heard you play anything like this," she replies.

"I never played them in your father's court."

"Why not?"

"Wasn't a good audience for that. And it wasn't what your father paid me for. He wanted laughs."

"He wanted ribald jokes, is what you mean."

"It worked. For him. The Lilins had come to the palace just after the Velesian army started making their way inland. They'd just taken over the duchy of Estinslaw. Word was that they hadn't bothered holding the land, just put everything to the torch. We'd come into the city along with a thousand refugees. Laughs were needed that year."

"Yes," she says. "I remember hearing about it in the convent."

"The Lilins were nearly turned around. No one wanted to house a burlesque circus, but your father heard of our arrival and had us put on a show in his court. It was very different, much less graphic than we usually did, more tasteful. It was still a tough audience. Everyone had been hearing about all this death and pain coming from out west. People were worried."

"Understandable."

"Your father laughed though. You'd have thought he was choking. And it's as though his laughter gave the rest of the court permission, and everyone lightened. I had the feeling it was the first happy night that palace had seen in months, but none laughed like your father. A twenty year truce was broken. The soldiers had left home and everyone could only wait for news. He needed to laugh."

"Of course he did," Euna said. "He was losing his kingdom. We were not ready for the Velesians to attack as suddenly as they did, and I know he blamed himself for that. And my mother had passed two years before, and I was far away in a convent getting indoctrinated. He lost so much in those years. My father was not the same man when I came back."

"But he took back the land. We're at peace again. He won."

"I suppose." she sniffs. "He did it alone, and it cost him so much. And now he's alone again, sitting in his bed, wasting away, and I won't be there for him if he dies. Aileen will need to be strong to keep the peace, and run the kingdom, and stand up to my aunt. She's such a wild spirit. This was never something she was meant to do. Never what she wanted to do. But she will, and she'll do it alone just like our father did. All because I couldn't handle my own personal crisis. You and Fira keep telling how selfless I am, but I can't stop think about how selfish I've been all this time."

She plays on. Her fingers strum the chords as though dabbling the surface of water. Lost in her music, she closes her eyes.

A tear squeezes out. Gently, you press the vial to her cheek and collect it. She opens her eyes, startled, as though she'd forgotten why you were both there.

After her melody comes to a close, you both sit in silence.

"I need to get home," she says.

You embrace her. "I know."

In time, you both emerge outside. You pass the vial to Lanx. The tear clings to the wall of the inside.

Lanx grins. "You know what that flower is for?"

"Lust?" you ask.

"Not just lust. It's the flower of unadulterated, dirty sex. So you want to make someone unabashedly horny? A sex-obsessed, simple-minded slut?"

"So it dumbs them down?"

Lanx gives a so-so shrug. "Doesn't affect their wits, but that doesn't matter if all they think about is their next fuck. No room in their head for anything else." He grins. "But hells will they be fun."

Euna looks to you. "Are you sure that's really what we need? How would that help us with... our goal?"

"It sounds like it's exactly what we need," you say.

"Okay then," Euna frowns. "A rather unorthodox solution, but I suppose it's better than the alternative."

Lanx claps his hands in excitement. "Then you've come to the right pair of dirty alchemists. We just need one last ingredient."

"The salt of a human," Euna says, "product of the desired state. Will you finally explain what that means?"

"Simple. For this, I'd say we'd need a drop of nectar from a lusty woman's flower. Wouldn't you say, Fira?"

Fira nods. "I would."

"From whom?" Euna asks.

"From you, of course," Lanx answers, "or you," you says to Fira. "Whichever of you thinks you is the hornier. Eh? So how about it? Which one of you girls wants to rub yourself off in the name of alchemy? You'll want to do it here so we can make sure you're doing it right."

"Wait," Euna says. "Why not seed? Why don't one of you men volunteer for this."

Fira answers. "Seed has a different purpose. It's to impregnate. A woman's honey, however, is meant for sex."

"So how about it, girls? Who's going to volunteer? Who's the hornier one?"

"I would think," Fira says, "that it should be you, Euna."

"Me? But surely you've led a more adventurous sex life than I have."

"Perhaps so," Fira admits, "but I don't think my desire is nearly as strong as yours. Look at how far you've come since you've arrived. And when we talk, which one of us brings up sex every single time? And those fantasies you've told me abou—"

"Okay! Fine!" Euna cuts her off. "I'll do it, but I can't just do it here. On demand. Before everyone."

Rising, Fira takes Euna's hand and guides her toward the wagon.

"Where are you two going?" Lanx asks.

"To the wagon. For privacy."

"But we need to monitor—"

"I know how to collect a sample, Lanx. We'll return."

"Fine," Lanx replies, crestfallen. "Make sure she cleans herself first. Fingers too."

Fira flaps her hand overhead. She knows what she's doing. After she and Euna disappear, you and Lanx wait about the cauldron and talk. In short time, Fira returns alone.

"She's still in there?" Lanx asks.

"She'll be out in time," Fira replies.

"Does she know not to climax? And did she clean her hands and her puss first? And I hope you didn't give her one of your toys. You know that would—"

"It's fine, Lanx." She sits.

The three of you while away the time until Euna finally emerges, flustered, but grinning. "Thank you for the book, Fira. I don't suppose you'd allow me to borrow it."

"By all means. There are a few good ones you should read."

"Oh, those books," Lanx says. "I see. Do you have the, er, ingredient?"

Euna hands over a small vial with a drop of clear fluid clinging to the side.

"Sounds like it," Euna says.

"You like this idea," you ask her.

"What's not to like? The person we give this to would be too sex-obsessed to care about other things. It's a rather unorthodox solution to our problem, but I say we do it."

Lanx claps his hands. "Then you've come to the right pair of dirty alchemists. We just need one last ingredient."

"The salt of a human," Euna says, "product of the desired state. Will you finally explain what that means?"

"Simple. For this, I'd say we'd need a drop of nectar from a lusty woman's flower. Wouldn't you say, Fira?"

Fira nods. "I would."

"From whom?" Euna asks.

"From you, of course," Fira says to Euna, "If half of the adventures you've told me about since coming here are true, then you're more than lusty enough. Not to mention those fantasies of yours you mentioned."

Lanx speaks. "So how about it, Euna? Ready to rub yourself off in the name of alchemy? You probably want to do it where the rest of us can see so we make sure you're doing it right."

"Hmm. I'm sure that's the reason you want to watch. What do I do?"

"Simple. Arouse yourself until you leak."

"Okay then..." Euna runs her hands along her body. "I think I can manage." Up and down her hands go, squeezing her breasts and rubbing along her thighs. Her skirt rides higher with each pass.

Lanx is captivated. Fira gathers a small vial and kneels before Euna, ready to collect. Euna spreads her legs and scoots to the edge of her stool. Clawing the hem of her skirt, she reveals her slit to Fira. "You'll be the one to collect?"

"Yes," Fira says, grinning. "Try not to touch yourself. It'll smear your nectar."

"That makes this harder," Euna says.

"Maybe not..." Fira places her hands on either of Euna's thighs and spreads the girl wider. Her lips come down upon the flesh above Euna's mound. Gasping, Euna raises her hips to meet Fira. She undoes her own bodice and kneads her breasts. Fira's lips play along her thighs and belly, coming tantalizingly close to her slit, but never getting quite there.

Euna motions for you. Moving your stool, you sit behind her and embrace her. Your hands take the place of hers in massaging her bared breasts. Her breath is short now. She rests against your shoulder and looks at you yearningly. Your lips meet.

"Do you... need any more help?" Lanx asks. He's sitting across the cauldron with a telling lump in his robes.

Euna pulls her foot from her boot and points her leg at him. Scurrying over, he embraces her calf and plants wet kisses along its length. He directs her foot against his crotch and rubs. She curls her toes around his bulge, almost gripping him. It's not long before he slips her foot inside the folds of his robes and rubs. You get glimpses inside his robe. Her toes play about his chubby dick.

With three people tending to her body, it doesn't take Euna long before she's writhing and moaning. Fira presses the vial to Euna's now-dripping snatch to collect several viscous drops of her nectar. Finished, she places a kiss directly upon Euna's clit. "All done!"

"Not yet!" Lanx is humping his cock against Euna's foot. Everyone's attention is on him now. Amused, Euna pulls her other foot from her boot and slides it alongside her other. Lanx uses it to sandwich his cock between her soles.

With everyone staring at him, it takes him a while, but he soldiers on to the end. He sprays seed over her calves and toes, then falls back on his ass. "Now we're done."

Everyone retakes their places around the cauldron. Fira handed him the vial containing Euna's juices.

"This'll do." He fills the rest of it with water from a narrow beaker. What follows is hours of alchemy. He boils the water down in a stone bowl while Fira grinds the flower into dust. They measure out less than a quarter of the nezurite, combine it with an alcoholic smelling liquid, and then toss in the emulsified flower. They boil the mixture down repeatedly. The substance is clear except for the glittering nezurite crystals, but as they reduce it again and again, the sparkling goes away, and soon the potion is a muddy black.

Then comes Euna's contribution. Fira pours the beaker in as slowly as possible while Lanx stirs. Before your eyes, the potion clears. All that's left is the glitter, like water with specks of light suspended within.

"Absolute perfection," Lanx says. Fira nods in approval.

"It worked?" Euna asks.

"It took. Whether it will give you the exact result you want? I'm not sure, but if it ever could work, this will work. Solomon himself couldn't have brewed this better."

He hands the vial to you. After all that work, it's less than a single gulp.

"Thank you!" Euna says.

"Just don't get yourselves killed with whatever it is you're doing. Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?"

Mercury of Nezurite removed from inventory

Lilac Flower removed from inventory

Potion of Charity added to inventory

Lime Blossom removed from inventory

Potion of Lust added to inventory

"Actually," Euna nods toward the sky. The sun is close to setting. "I think it might be time for us depart."

"We should start turning in ourselves," Fira says. "It was wonderful for you both to stop by."

After more goodbyes, you and Euna head back home. "A busy day today," she says. "Between breaking into the keep and concocting the potion, we got a lot done."

"We did," you agree.

Return to camp.

"Sure," Lanx says.

"On who?" Euna asks suspiciously.

You shrug. "I don't know. Me. You. Gaining mythical powers might be useful."

"Incredibly useful," Lanx says. "Just bring me an Alatyr stone and a mythical creature's life-giving essence."

"That's it?" Euna asks. "You'd want nothing in return?"

Fira speaks. "You'd be doing all the work. We'd love to perform our transmutation just for the sake of alchemy. Every time it's done, we learn a little more."

"Probably," Lanx replies. "It sounds like the sorceress was applying a mental transmutation, and she did have it keyed to take affect when Euna climaxed, so it definitely did affect her sexuality."

Fira looks at Euna. "And she did hurt you after making you drink her potion, right?"

"Yes," Euna says.

"So yes," Lanx continues. "The sorceress brought feelings of pain and sex to Euna's mind, then applied a transformation. If it's the alchemical process I'm thinking of, it bound those two emotions together permanently."

"But I don't feel any different," Euna insists.

"Which only goes to show how masterful the sorceress's work was. Mental transmutations are notoriously hard to do. If they're done wrong. They can cause wild side effects: insanity, dementia, split personality... These can happen even if the alchemy is done right. Like any alchemy, the more drastic the change, the more likely it is for side-effects to occur. That's why it's important that alchemy only make moderate, subtle changes. This is especially true for mental transmutations."

"But I don't feel anything."

"You don't feel any side-effects you mean. If mental transmutations are done right, the recipient won't notice because any changes to their behavior will seem natural to them. It can take ages before the changes even start affecting your behavior. This is part of why mental transmutations are so difficult. If the change is applied correctly, nothing seems different. So alchemists will try again and mess everything up. You must wait ages to see how the transmutation manifests."

"So I'm not done changing?"

"Yes, you are." He thinks. "Let me put it this way. You now have a new voice in your head. It's so quiet you don't hear it whispering to you, but it is. It whispers thoughts and ideas Over time, it'll nudge your behavior ever so slightly, but it will nudge for the rest of your life. Ten years from now, you might be an entirely different person than you would have been. Does that make sense?"

"I think so," she says.

"Okay then," Fira says. "Would you like to stay and watch us work?"

"It wasn't our fault if that's what you're wondering. The master alchemists didn't want us pursuing our project, so we had to procure our volunteers and ingredients ourselves. We'd had everything we'd needed except for the essence of a mythical creature. We had our eyes set on an Alklha, a dragon which can feed on light and fire. It would have been amazing! Our volunteer would never have to eat again, and no fire would ever hurt him. Unfortunately, the man we paid to steal an Alklha egg from the vault brought us the wrong egg."

"What did he bring you?" Euna asks.

"The egg of a firebird."

"Oh." she says.

"Yes..."

Fira chimes in. "I did tell you that the egg didn't look right."

"As though you're the master of eggs. Both Firebird and Alklha eggs are warm to the touch. We couldn't have known."

"What happened?" Euna asks.

"As soon as the transmutation was done, our volunteer caught fire. Mind you, the flames weren't hurting him. He only screamed because he was startled."

"Was he okay?"

"No. He died. The building collapsed on him. If he'd stayed calm—like we told him—he wouldn't have spread the fire everywhere."

"...and set the academy ablaze." Fira says.

Lanx continues, "But none of that would have happened if the masters had just let us proceed with their blessing, but they were afraid. So many of them had staked their reputations on our theory's failure that our success would have made them look like fools."

"Is that much true?" Euna asks Fira.

Fira nods. "More or less. Politics were involved."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Their loss!" Lanx says. "They lost two of their best acolytes and the secrets of our transmutation!"

"...and half their campus," Fira adds.

"What?" Euna says, alarmed. "No. We're not doing that. Why would we do that?"

"If all they think about is sex," you say, "they won't worry about other things."

"But changing someone like that is... obcene."

"Better than the alternative."

"I beg to differ," she says. "I will have no part in a plan like that."

Lanx shrugs. "Okay. So the lime blossom is out, so you still want us to make that alchemy, you'll have to find us another flower."

"Yes," Lanx says. "We can get to work on that potion just as soon as you bring us a flower."

"What?" Lanx asks. Fira's eyebrows rise.

Euna speaks. "We were reading about an alchemical recipe that creates such a thing. It uses nezurite, and a flower, and a part of an animal or some such. Have you heard of such a potion?"

"Yes, I have. Won't be making it though. Do you know how rare nezurite is? How expensive?"

"But if we brought some to you," you ask, "you would make it?"

"If you brought us nezurite? Sure, for a cut of it, but you won't find any nezurite around here. That crystal grows far past the kingdoms, thrice times thrice tenth worlds away."

You hold out the vial of nezurite.

His eyes pop. Fira stops stirring and reverently takes the vial. She holds it against the sunlight, and they both study the vibrant powder. It's deep purple glitters in the sun.

"Where in all the realm...?" Fira mutters.

"Is that enough to make a potion for us?" you ask.

"Yes. Yes. It would be." He pulls Fira's hand closer to scrutinize the material. "My Lord. This is pure as snow. No sediment. No anything. Where did you get this?" He holds up his hand. "On second thought. I can guess. Don't say it. I don't want to know. I don't even want to know why you want it."

"So will you make it?" Euna asks.

"Of course we will," Fira answers.

"We'll make one," Lanx shakes the vial, "and we keep the rest as payment."

"We only need one," Euna says. "What about the other ingredients?"

"Those depend on what you want the potion to do. We need a flower which represents the emotion or personality you want to the potion to transmute someone's mind into."

"And the other ingredient?" Euna asks. "The salt from a human."

"Don't worry about that for now. Flower first."

"I'm afraid so," Lanx says. "All alchemy is a transmutation, not an enchantment. Its changes are permanent."

"But you've said yourself that some of your potions wear off."

"Those are tonics," Fira says. "They're not true alchemy. Their effects come from thaumaturgy."

"Maybe what she made me drink was a tonic."

They both shake their head. "She had you on a transmutation table," Lanx says. "Those are only used for alchemy."

Euna sighs. "So whatever she did to me... It will be with me forever?"

"Sorry," Lanx says. "If it's any comfort, good alchemy is always subtle. Any changes she made to you are already done."

"We come from the great alchemist academy," Lanx says, "buried deep within the heart of the Westering mountains, where none can interfere with their pursuit of alchemy. Only the most prestigious are admitted there, and only the best ever graduate."

"Er," Lanx winces. "Pretty much."

"No, we didn't," Fira says. "We were chased out."

"Technically we were expelled. Yes," Lanx agrees, "but it was politics. Our master project was too groundbreaking for some of the grandmasters. It would have debunked some of their standing theories. It stepped on toes, if you will."

"We also caused a wide scale panic," Fira adds.

Lanx glares at her. "Because of sabotage. Because of politics. Our project works. If the masters had simply listened to us, we would have been fine."

"We had to leave in the middle of the night," Fira continues. "They sent the watch to arrest us."

"To detain us. Stop exaggerating."

"The academy alarm bells rang all night. We could hear them echoing through the canyon as we ran. The horizon glowed from the fires."

"Would you stop it!" Lanx faces you two. "We may have danced a little close to the sun, sure, but if not for a few tragic mix-ups, we would have graduated with top honors."

"Sure," Fira pats some crates stacked beside the cauldron. "Take a seat."

You stack some crates together for your and Euna and sit around the cauldron they're working at.

"What would you like to ask us?" Fira says as she stirs. Lanx doesn't look up from his preparing of ingredients.

"Then come back when you get one," Lanx says.

"You can hold on to this in the meantime," Fira hands back.

"And remember," Lanx adds. "You don't want some mix-breed wildflower. Bring us something good, something with meaning, or you're just wasting your potion." He resumes stirring. "Anything else?"

"Hmm." Lanx considers. "Interesting choice. Yes, I think that would be a good one. They're highly regenerative. And their skin and muscle is highly pliable."

"But wouldn't it make you ooze their slime?" Euna asks.

"Maybe, but I doubt it would cover your entire body like it does them. Our transmutation changes your physiology, not your appearance. Although if you inherited their ability to grow and lose limbs at will, that would certainly change your looks. Though you'd have control over it."

Euna wrinkles her nose. "Who would want to be able to grow tentacles?"

"They're useful tentacles." he says.

"I'm not sure it would necessarily manifest as tentacles on humans," Fira says. "Whatever abilities transfer are tempered by your human nature. So maybe instead of growing eyestalks, you could grow eyes. Instead of feelers, you could grow another arm—"

"Instead of a penile tentacle," Lanx says, "you might grow a cock!"

Humoring him, Fira nods. "Perhaps that too."

"Many cocks!"

"Yes, yes."

"It was groundbreaking," Lanx says. "Through true alchemy, we discovered how to transfer the magical properties of a creature into a human."

"What do you mean?" Euna asks.

"Take the Mogol Bird," he says. "It's a mythical storm bird from the land of the dead. It's said it can come and go from the underworld as it pleases. If I instilled the properties of the bird into a person, that person would forever more be able to travel to and from the underworld."

"That's if the bird can actually do that," Fira adds. "Or if it even exists."

"Sure," Lanx says. "But it can work with more common creatures too, so long as they have mythical properties—like a Leshii, the forest creature that lures people into the woods by mimicking forest sounds, anything from a tiger roar to a snapping branch. If I put the essence of a Leshii into someone, they would inherit the ability to to make any noise at all with their voice."

"Impressive," Euna says.

"I know! And it works! It's a pity the ingredients are so rare."

You describe to Lanx and Fira about the table you found Euna on in the sorceress's dungeon, including how Euna came to be on that table in the first place, as well as your escape.

"You two have had an interesting time," Lanx says.

"You could say that," you reply.

"I've always heard the sorceress was a powerful alchemist. I guess this confirms it. The transmutation you're describing is amazingly advanced stuff. I have to admit, that woman may be utterly off her rocker, but her skill must be truly formidable for her to even attempt something like that."

"Or," says Fira, "she had an utter disregard for Euna's wellbeing."

"Or that," Lanx agrees. "The results could have been catastrophic." He looks Euna over. "But seeing you here now, I'm far more inclined to say that the sorceress is truly a master alchemist, even though it pains me to admit it. He shrugs. "Fortunately, you'll never have to find out. It sounds like you got her off that table just in time."

"The witch of the mountains?" Lanx asks. "Sure. What do you want to ask?"

"Ah, no," Fira says, wincing. "It's not an enchantment that can be dispelled. It was a permanent change. That's like asking if you could undo the fire that turned a log into ash. Maybe you could transmute You can only transmute it further."

"Could you transmute her back to the way she was?" you asks.

"And that's like asking if we could transmute the ash back into wood. Maybe, but it wouldn't be the same log. We could try to transmute you back to the way you were—"

"Which by the way would be very expensive," Lanx says.

Fira ignores him. "—but it would just mean you have two transmutations applied to you. We can try it if you like though."

"Would you two know how?" you ask.

"Yes," Lanx says. "With the proper supplies. Though keep in mind, mental transformations are tricky. Fira and I are two of the best alchemists in the land, but even we can't guarantee side-effects for alchemy that advanced, especially since the properties we'd be changing have already been changed. That practically guarantees side effects."

"Then, Don't worry about it," Euna says. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Lanx gives her a curious look. "We can try it."

"I was worried her magics would transform me into some kind of demented pervert, but it hasn't. In fact, I hardly feel different at all. I'd rather just live with whatever it was than risk muddling with my mind trying to undo it."

"That's probably wise," Fira says.

"Her name is Samirah," Lanx says. "She's an alchemist, like us, or so I gather. Once in a blue moon, a guard of hers will come here and buy a thing or two that would only interest a fellow alchemist. I've heard tales about her accomplishments as well."

"What have you heard?" Euna asks.

"That's she's immortal, been alive for hundreds of years. And that she's been keeping the people in Cockaigne young and beautiful too, though I'm not sure what she gets out of that. I've talked to a few people from there, but they're tight lipped about what their connection to her is. I'm dying to know how she does it. Eternal youth, if that's actually what she has, is not an easy feat for an alchemist."

"What do you know about her personally?"

"Personally? Nothing. Never met her. Though I hear she's a real nasty woman. Sadistic beyond imagination. I don't know if that's true, but I do know she has a lot of people in these parts afraid of her. She doesn't bug us though. Not sure she knows about us honestly. I'd like to leave it that way."

"What do you want to know?"

"What else would you like to talk about?"

"Oh," Euna says. "I... I suppose not."

Fira takes the bowl over toward the bull. She sets it on the ground and starts unfastening her chest wrap.

"Err, there's no need for that," Lanx says. "Just test it."

Fira looks at him innocently. "Are you sure? You don't want to watch me—"

"Just test the elixir."

"Okay." Fira pets the bull, allowing it to grow comfortable with her. Slowly, her hands work their way lower along its flank and belly to its cock. She gently works the shaft with one hand. The bull snorts and rocks. It's cock emerges from its sheath.

Euna watches with wide eyes. "What is she doing?"

Fira answers. "The tonic works best if the subject's cock is already as large as it can get before applying."

"And you would do this? Willingly?"

"The tonic must be tested. If we brewed it wrong, there could be side-effects."

The bull rocks back and forth. It's cock grows into a foot of hard pink meat. Fira now uses both hands to stroke the shaft.

Meanwhile, Lanx is looking decidedly uncomfortable. "That's large enough. Just get on with it."

Shrugging, Fira scoops out handfuls of the thick green liquid and slathers it over the bull's cock. The bull's cock grows larger, as though it had never finished engorging to begin with. After minutes of gentle stroking, it doubles in length and girth. Massive veins become prominent along its smooth slick surface. Fira massages the formula onto it's balls as well. They too swell up to twice their original dimensions. Fira turns her full attention back to the cock. Leaning forward, she flicks her tongue on the tip, then begins enveloping the head with her mouth.

"Okay. Okay, it works," Lanx says hastily "You can stop now."

"Are you sure?" Fira asks innocently. "It seems mean to get him all excited like this without—"

"Yes! It's enough. Come out from under there."

Fira wipes her hands on the grass, then gives the bull a friendly swat on the rump. It takes off into the field with it's gigantic, hard dong flailing freely. Fira looks at Euna. "Normally, Lanx likes to watch while I—"

"Thank you. Fira. The elixer is fine. Let us bottle it while it's fresh."

"Yes, please," Euna says.

Shrugging, Fira leads the bull around to the other side of the wagon. This leave you two alone with Lanx, who awkwardly shuffles about.

"What's she doing?" Euna asks.

"Oh, you know..." Lanx replies. "The tonic is just a topical application."

"I see."

From behind the wagon comes a snort and a rustling. Lanx speaks over the sounds. "Obviously, it's not pleasant work, but we can't test it on a person, you see, in the slight case something goes wrong. A bull's just a bull, right?"

Euna nods warily.

A slap resonates. The bull gallops into view and runs off into the pasture. Between its legs flops an enormous dong, comically large.

Fira comes around holding an empty bowl. "It works."

"Great," Lanx says hastily. "Let's move this along then."

He brings out a crate full of empty bottles and dons gloves. They get to work scooping measured amounts into the bottles and stoppering them.

"Sit, why don't you?" Fira says. "This will take a while."

You two sit on a pair of empty crates and watch.

"So," Lanx says, "Shipwrecks. You must have a thousand questions."

"Oh, good," Lanx says. "I hope he was happy."

"He was," Euna replies, "but only after a demonstration. That is something you neglected to mention."

"A demonstration? What are you talking about?"

"He made me prove that the product worked. Are you saying he has never demanded such a demonstration from Fira?"

"I never go," Fira says. "It was always just Lanx."

"Why not?" you ask.

Fira shrugs. "That crew has a bad reputation with women."

"Oh do they?" Euna laughs ruefully. "And it never occurred to either of you to mention this to us?"

"What did they make you do?" Lanx says.

"Nevermind that. Needless to say, I had to perform some rather unseemly acts to satisfy them that your tonics's efficacy."

"...sorry."

"I'm afraid sorry isn't going to cut it."

"Oh come now." Fira pulls Euna onto her lap. Her arms circle Euna's waist. "It couldn't have been that bad."

Euna resists grinning. "You weren't there. It was an unspeakably filthy encounter."

Fira's hand explores down the hem of Euna's skirt. "After all those dirty fantasies you shared with me, I know you probably enjoyed every filthy act you had to do."

Euna drapes her arm over Fira's shoulders. She spreads her legs to invite Fira's wandering fingers further. "That's beside the point. It's about the indignity I had to endure."

"But you're not really angry at us?" Fira's working hand invoke a silent gasp from Euna. "Are you?"

"Maybe not, but that's because I'm thinking about all the filthy things I'm going to make you do."

"Me?"

"Sure. You took a dose of the tonic yourself," Euna says.

"I did..."

"So that means that from now on, the next time I tell you to..." She leans close and whispers in Fira's ear. "...you will do it, because you will not have your hygiene excuse anymore. Understood?"

"I..." Fira hesitates. "I understand." Her cheeks are red.

"Prove it."

"What you mean?"

Another whisper.

Resigned, Fira gets off her stool. Euna tugs her skirt high, revealing herself, and props her arms on the stool so her ass sticks out. Fira kneels behind her and buries her tongue in Euna's wrinkled hole. For a while, Euna simply enjoys her mouth, but soon she pushes Fira away. She taps her middle finger to her wet asshole while looking at you.

"I command you to plunder me."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"He was," you reply, "but you forgot to mention he'd want a demonstration."

"A demonstration?" Lanx frowns. "What are you talking about?"

"He wouldn't let us leave until Euna demonstrated the tonic for him."

"Preposterous. Bellamy has been taking me at my word for over a decade. He's never demanded a demonstration before. How in the world would even demonstrate something like a fortifier?"

"Yes," Fira says. "Tell us everything they made her do."

"Well," you say, "he made Euna—"

"Drink it," Euna interrupts. "He made me drink it and show it wasn't poisonous."

"That's all?" Lanx waves it off. "You've nothing to worry about. A second dose won't have any effect on you."

"No harm done then."

"What are you talking about, Euna? They made you do all sorts of degrading acts."

"Well," you say, "he made Euna—"

"—perform some rather unsavory acts," Euna interrupts. "And we will leave it a that."

"Oh come now," Fira says. "You can't tease us."

"Yes, do tell," Lanx adds. "We want details."

"Absolutely not. You should both be ashamed of yourselves for sending us to deliver to those monsters without a single word of warning. I don't see why we should ever do another chore for you, much less reward you with details."

"We're sorry," Fira pulls Euna into her lap. "Will you ever forgive us? Is there anything I can do?"

"I'll be fine."

"Are you sure you don't want me to make it up to you later?" Her arms squeeze around Euna's waist.

Euna tries not to smile. "It won't be easy finding your way back into my good graces."

"I'd like to try. And maybe then you'll share some of the details then?" Her hands move along Euna's belly and thighs. "Maybe just to me?"

Euna mulls it over. "We'll see." She extricates herself from Fira. "No more of this for now."

"Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?" Lanx asks.

"Oh." Fira frowns. "Good to hear. I was worried the slavers might have been a bit precocious, particularly with Euna."

"Well, they weren't," Euna replies. "Thank heavens." She shoots you a grateful glance

The topic drops. The conversation continues on other topics.

"Was there anything else you wanted to discuss?" Fira asks.

"Err... Very well." Lanx comes forward while unfastening his robes.

Euna leans away. "No. With your tongue."

"What? But... he just..." He glances at you.

"You drank the fortifier too, yes?"

"But I'm not going to do that."

"Yes, you are," Fira says. Her grin is smug. "Weren't you the one musing about what those pirates might do to Euna?"

"What's this now?" Euna asks.

"I did nothing of the sort. Shut up."

"You were hoping those pirates would molest her," Fira says. To Euna, "I had to suck him off because of how excited the idea made him. Twice."

"Interesting..." Euna eyes Lanx.

"You went along with it too," he snaps at Fira.

"Let me make this clear, Euna says. "You will get on your knees and grovel for forgiveness with your tongue up my ass, or you will never, ever touch my body again in any capacity. What will it be?"

He hesitates.

Euna tugs her skirt down.

"...Wait." He pauses, sighs, pauses longer, then finally kneels behind Euna. She pulls her skirt back up and bends. Her anus is puffy from its reaming. A dribble of your seed leaks from it.

Lanx runs the tip of his tongue over her hole. Minimal contact.

"Fira, would you mind?" Euna asks.

"With pleasure." Fira grabs Lanx's head and mashes his face between Euna's cheeks.

"Much better," Euna wiggles her butt. "Good, good. Clean me out. Now push your tongue up there. That's right." She grinds her ass against him. Fira keeps him from pulling away.

"Hmm," Euna shivers. "You're a natural. I think I'll make you do this more often. Now fix your lips about it. Go on. There you go. Now suck out the seed." Euna's abdomen flexes. She's pushing your load into his mouth.

"Now swallow," Euna says. "Good. Very good. Oh! You're enjoying yourself now." She shoos Fira away, and Lanx's face stays buried. Euna enjoys this servitude a good while until pushing him away. "You'll have so much fun as my rag. You'll see."

Two minutes later, it's as though the exchange never happened. You all sit about the cauldron, but there's a new understanding between Euna and those two.

"So..." Lanx breaks the silence. "Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?"

"Have they?" Euna appraises Lanx. He's still as a rabbit. "Very well," Euna swipes a finger over her anus to gather the cum leaking from her. She sucks her finger clean and then corrects her skirt.

Fira snorts. "So I must pay the price, but not him?"

Euna sits in her lap. "Oh, but we're going to have so much fun together. You'll see, and he won't be a part of it at all."

Fira's eyebrows rise. "Hmm. Doesn't sound as bad."

"You'll love it." Euna's lips press to Fira's. Their arms entwine each other. Their bodies press close.

"So uh..." Lanx creeps closer. "We're forgiven then?"

Euna breaks away. She stands with Fira, and she comes back by you. "She is. We'll see about you."

Fira retakes her stool. "Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?"

Fira lets your cock rub along her face. "Well I am truly... deeply... sorry we put you through that. Now let me make it up to you."

She goes up and down your shaft with expert technique. Periodically, she glances to make sure Euna is watching. Sometimes she stops to cast Euna wicked grins while working you with her hands. A blush on Euna's face grows darker with every relishing moan Fira utters, but she never interferes.

Fira savors every drop of your cum when you climax. She tucks away your cock and looks up at you. "Do you forgive us?"

"I do," you say, "but next time warn me if I may have to share Euna."

"Of course. Anything else you wanted to talk about?"

You two carry the cauldron back. Soon after, the girls reemerge. Dinner consists of one of their chickens roasted along with some vegetables.

Lanx regales you two with tales of his past alchemist years, though he does a fantastic job of avoiding what his past alchemical projects had been about. Euna seems particularly interested in getting to know Fira.

At the end, Euna mentions the struggles you two have been facing working with what little supplies you've found.

"We can help you with that," Fira says.

"Oh, I wasn't asking for anything," Euna replies.

"Don't be silly. We can help them, can't we, Lanx?"

"Err..."

"From the trash heap."

"Oh yes." Lanx relaxes. "From the trash heap. Take whatever you want."

"And take from our wagon."

"Ooh." Lanx is wincing. "The trash heap is plenty, don't you think?"

"It's all trash."

"It's good trash though."

"These people need our help, Lanx. We have so much junk laying around that they could make better use of."

"Fine. They can borrow—borrow—one thing of ours. If they want something else, they need to return the first thing."

"Lanx..." Fira reproaches.

"One thing is fine," Euna says. "More than fine. You're already being so kind. I fear I'm abusing your hospitality."

"Think nothing of it," Fira rises. "Come. I'll take you to the heap." She faces you. "Lanx will show you to our cabin. Won't you, Lanx?"

Lanx begrudgingly does so.

"No, actually," Lanx says. "You could bring us seed from anything, as long as it's not human. I know we'll find some use for it. What animals did you have in mind?" He leers at Euna.

"This is all strictly hypothetical," Euna says.

"Yes, yes, of course."

"Are you serious?" Euna asks.

"Of course he is," Lanx replies. "We just want to see what you mean."

Euna eyes you and Lanx.

Then Fira hefts Paskha's meat up by her mouth. "Did she do it like this?" She places her lips upon Paskha's shaft near the sheath and sensually runs her lips down the shaft gently as though kissing it. Just as she neared the tip, her tongue darted out and traced the meat. She ended at the crown by flicking her tongue along the ridge.

After that, she hoists the cock toward Euna. Her turn now.

Euna scrutinizes all of you. "I see what's going on here. You are all so incorrigible."

"What are you talking about?" Lanx asks.

"All of this. The three of you are just trying to get me to fool around with this horse."

"We just wanted clarification."

"Oh, sure. That's all you want."

"Yes." His face is the picture of innocence.

Fira too is watching Euna expectantly, and still proffering the weighty shaft toward her.

With a roll of her eyes, Euna sighs and leans in. "No. It was more like this." She teases her tongue just along the underside of the horse's slanted crown. Her lips enclose a portion of the ridge and gently pinch.

Paskha snorts. His cock lurches.

"Ooh. Paskha likes that," Fira says. "Let's keep that up." As she works the shaft with her hands, she too begins teasing Paskha's ridge with her tongue and lips.

Euna shakes her head ruefully, but she continues uses both her hands and mouth.

"I did, yes, but—"

"It's just one horse," Lanx says.

"It's not about how many."

"Don't worry." Fira says. "You can just help keep the horse calm while I coax their seed out. How about that?"

"Okay..." She follows Fira into the field.

You're left with Lanx. After stirring the cauldron a few times, he places a lid ajar upon it and feeds the fire beneath. With that done, he's nothing left to do but sit and wait with you.

He glances to see if the girls are near. "Do you know who refers to horse semen as animal salts?" he murmurs.

"Who?" you ask.

"Nobody."

The girls return sometime later with a piebald horse in tow. It follows Fira obligingly as she guides it with little more than her hand upon its side.

"He's cooperative, isn't he?" you say.

"As I was telling Euna," Fira replies. "Paskha is the nicest horse you'll ever meet. He came with us when we left the academy, and he's never wandered off since. Isn't that right, Paskha? You'll never leave us, will you? You love us too much."

The horse seems unmoved.

"Here. You take over." Fira motions Euna to Paskha and heads off toward the wagon.

Euna nears the horse and speaks softly. "Hello, Paskha. You are quite a well-behaved horse, aren't you? No wonder you don't need a stable." She offers her hand out. After the horse snorts it, she strokes its neck while whispering to it.

"Look, Euna. He likes you!" Lanx points under the horse. It's speckled cock is emerging from its sheath.

"No, no." Fira returns with two stools, a damp rag, and a wide wooden bowl. "Paskha just knows what comes next. He's done this before. Haven't you, Paskha?" To Euna, "But you clearly know how to handle a horse."

Euna nods. "My father had many in his royal stables. He used to breed prize horses as a past time."

Fira sets the stools on either side of Paskha. She brushes her hands along his flank, and then his belly. "So you're familiar with collecting from a horse?"

"Oh. No. That would have been inappropriate for a delicate princess. My father's stable girl, Nadiya, did that. I wasn't even allowed to watch. Not that it stopped me from sneaking in to spy a few times as a child."

"You spied?" Fira sits beneath the horse. She traces her fingers along the meat of his shaft. Paskha snorts.

"Tell a little girl she's forbidden to see something, and it only makes her want to see it more."

Fira uses the rag to wipe down Paskha's growing cock. "Did you like what you saw?"

"I was disgusted." Euna is still petting Paskha's mane. "But also fascinated. Those horses were the first time I'd ever seen a male organ. I snuck back many times to watch Nadiya. I'd had so many curious questions."

"I'm sure you must have. Come. Sit down here with me. This will be a learning experience for you."

"But I'm supposed to keep the horse calm."

"Sweet Paskha will be just fine. He's the gentlest horse in all the world. Come. I can use a hand."

"I... okay." Euna sits on the stool opposite Fira. They're both eye level with the horse cock. Its pink flesh glistens.

"Rub your hands along his flank, like this." Fira does so. Euna follows suit. "Good. This makes sure he knows where your hands are. Now, very slowly..." Fira's hands transfer to Paskha's cock. She tickles her fingers up and down the shaft. Her tickles turned into strokes. She nodded to Euna.

Euna lingers along the horses flank. Lips pressed, she eyes the cock as though trying to make up her mind.

"It's not going to bite you," Lanx says. He's been watching with anticipation.

Euna's hands finally find their way to the cock. Like Fira, she runs her hands up and down the shaft.

Fira nods her approval. "Very good. See how he's starting to rock back and forth? He's getting excited, but try to be more sensual about it."

"Sensual?" Euna asked.

"Yes. Like this." Fira placed her hands over Euna's and guided her to make slower and deeper strokes. "And play with the head a bit. It's sensitive. I know you know how to pleasure a cock."

Euna's cheeks redden. "Not a horse cock. We're collecting seed. Not engaging in the pleasures of sex."

"Sure we are. All men want intimacy. When you spied your father's stable girl milking his stallions, was she cold and uncaring, or was she intimate?"

Euna blinked in realization. "Actually, now that I think about it. It was very intimate."

"What did she do?"

"Nadiya used to use her mouth to pleasure the horse."

"Oh my!" Fira said. "That is intimate."

"You mean she actually sucked its cock?" Lanx is grinning.

"She didn't take it down her throat, if that's what you mean. She just... played with it with her mouth and hands."

"Of course we should help," Euna replies. "Just say what you need me to do."

"Perhaps you'd like to come with me to gather the animal salts," Fira suggests.

"I'd love to."

"Great." Fira stands. "You can pick out the horse."

Euna blanks. "Horse?"

"Yes, of course," Lanx replies. "How else are we going to get animal salts except from an animal?"

"What do you need from the horses?"

"Their seed." Fira holds out her hand. "Are you coming?"

Euna is stunned.

I don't think Euna wants to pleasure a horse, and I don't want to see it."

"You did just offer, Euna."

Lanx and Fira are stooped over their cauldron. Fira pours in chemicals. Lanx nods and stirs.

Fira looks up as you approach. "Oh. Hello, you two. Please, join us. We're making a base to replenish our supplies."

Euna pulls up a stool. "Ooh. That sounds interesting."

"Not really," Lanx says. "Base is ready. We need to collect our animal salt medium." He looks up at Euna. "Maybe you'd like to help?"

"What do you think, Euna? Do you want to help them collect animal salt base?"

"Don't tell me you've forgotten about all those bottles we lent you."

"Gave you," Fira says. "Those bottles will do fine. They'll keep the reagents nice and fresh."

"Yes," Lanx adds. "We don't want any rancid salts. That's no use to anyone."

"That's not what I remember..." Euna looks to Fira. "Is this true?"

"I don't recall what Lanx said, but I know that what we just collected isn't enough." She stands and offers a hand to Euna. "Would you like to help me find another?"

Euna takes her hand, and Fira helps her step under the horse and come up beside her. They're within breath-mingling distance of each other for a lingering moment. Their naked breasts are nearly touching.

"Okay." Euna nods.

Fira reaches around her and slaps Paskha lightly on the rump. Paskha trots off back to the field. Fira and Euna follow after. Both are still naked from the waist up.

You're left again with Lanx, who scrapes the contents of the bowl into a vial. He snickers. "This is more than enough." He pours a measured amount into the pot. "Might as well get this started now. This will be our little secret."

The girls take longer to return, this time with a chocolate-colored horse. Fira guides him with just a hand. "Halva is being a little shy today." As she gets the horse situated over the stools, she nods toward you. "Do you think you could keep him company while Euna and I work?"

You approach Halva from an askew angle. He is a little skittish, but soon you're stroking his snout and whispering to him. No one mentions how this was originally Euna's job. It seems understood, even by her, that her place is under the horse.

Euna is already caressing her hands along Halva's flank and moving ever closer to his cock, which is just beginning to emerge. Fira gives it a quick wipe down with the rag, and now both girls have their hands upon it. It grows and grows. It's flat-topped head stretches and droops toward the ground. Euna hefts the end in her arms and licks the ridge. Her lips tease the flesh. Halva snorts and begins his rocking.

Fira smiles. "You're doing great, Euna. I'd have thought you were an expert."

"It's like you said," Euna replies. "It's just like teasing any other cock."

You don't remember Fira saying that. She and Euna must have been talking out in the field.

"Here." Fira has Euna scoot until she's directly in front of the penis. "This is the best position when doing this alone. You can run your hands down both sides of the cock."

"Like this?" Euna's hands slide down the glistening pink flesh to its base. Her arms run parallel on either side of it, and the tip is pointed directly at her naked breasts.

"Exactly." Fira steps away to fetch the bowl from Lanx. When she returns, instead of taking her place beside the horse, she sets her stool behind Euna and sits so she's reaching around her to massage the cock. Her chin rests on Euna's shoulder. Her bare tits press against her back.

Euna keeps massaging. "Aren't I uh... standing down the archery range?"

"Don't worry. You'll feel it when it comes." Fira pulls the cock head up before Euna's mouth. Euna obligingly sucks and licks. Her tongue plays in the slit. As they caress the shaft, Fira's hands frequently slide over Euna's. With one pass, Fira's hands travel down Euna's arms rather than the cock. They continue on to Euna's shoulders, down her sides, and around to her breasts. Fira nibbles her neck.

Euna doesn't slow at all.

Fira kneads Euna's tits. One hand resumes migrating. It goes down Euna's belly and snakes under the waist of Euna's skirt. Whatever it finds under there causes Euna to sigh and melt.

Eyes half closed, Euna works the cock while lost in her own bliss. Her hips grind against Fira's hand. She alternates between tonguing the tip of Halva's erection and resting her head back against Fira's shoulder. She's so lost in the moment that she misses Halva's cue.

A shot of cum splatters Euna's cleavage. She squeals in surprise.

Fira snatches the wooden bowl and whips it before Euna's breasts. The remaining spurts of semen splash into there, followed by a small deluge. The end result is about the same as with Paskha. Fira sets the bowl aside. She comes around Euna and licks the tip of Halva's cock to get the last drop of cum. Turning, she eyes the slash of cum on Euna's collar bone, which is running down her cleavage.

Fira darts low and licks the stain up. Rising again, she shows Euna the pearly cum pooled on her tongue. Their eyes lock. The moment lingers, and Euna pulls Fira to her. Their lips meet in a passionate kiss as though both were trying to devour the other. Cum passes between them. A dribble runs down Euna's chin. Fira laps it up and feeds it to Euna by mouth.

Their hands explore each other. Euna squeezes Fira's mammoth tits while Fira's hand beelines once again down Euna's waistband. Euna whimpers. Her body undulates, and they coil together, limbs and bodies entwined.

Between kisses, Euna is breathless. Her eyes widen as she notices something nearby. You and Fira follow her gaze and become aware of Lanx sitting by the cauldron.

He's masturbating.

With three pairs of eyes upon him, he squirrels away his dick. "All right! Looks like we're done. Good work, ladies."

The mood is done. The girls dress, and Halva is sent on his way. Everyone gathers around the cauldron. Lanx scrapes the semen into the same vial as before, and he and Fira add more liquids to the pot. Despite all their bottle shuffling, they never add the second batch of semen, and now it seems to be missing. Euna doesn't notice.

"Now it's just a waiting game," Lanx says. "Shouldn't take too long to reduce." He settles back.

"We appreciate your help," Fira adds.

"You're welcome," Euna replies. "It was quite a learning experience."

"Now that you know how," Lanx says, "Maybe you'd like to do it again."

"Right now?"

"No, not now," Lanx says. "In general. We're always short on animal salts. If you two ever bring us any, we can pay you."

"You do realize what you're asking us to do?" Euna asks.

"Yes," Lanx replies. "It's a simple job. You just proved you can do it, and you don't have to worry about impurities either."

"Ha, see!" Euna says. "I knew you were trying to trick me. You just wanted your show."

"No," Lanx says. "Maybe I don't remember what I said, but we do need more."

"Sure," Euna replies. "Something tells me you didn't need any."

"No," Fira says. "We did need at least one horse for tonight. Thank you for helping me." She's still right before Euna—eyes close, chest close.

Euna peers back into her eyes. "You are more than welcome, Fira." She looks at Lanx, and her cool gaze sours. "You, however, are a naughty fool."

Fira captures her attention again. "But we can always use more horses..."

Euna hesitates only briefly before climbing out from under the horse. "I'm sure, but not now." She dons her bodice.

"She's not lying," Lanx adds. "We're always short on animal salts. If you two ever bring us any, we can pay you."

"You do realize what you're asking us to do?" Euna asks.

"Yes," Lanx replies. "It's a simple job. You just proved you can do it, and you don't really have to worry about impurities either."

Euna narrows her eyes at you. "No. She didn't." She continues pleasuring Paskha, but something in her causes her to pause. "Well, okay. I'm not stripping for you, but there was this one time I spied upon Nadiya. She had her dress bunched about her waist such that her chest was bared."

"Yeah," Lanx says. "It was definitely to keep her clothes clean. You two should do it."

"I don't know why?" Euna replies archly. "She was already bared when I arrived. Nor my father nor the stablemaster made any remark about it."

"It isn't a bad idea though," Fira says. "I did just wash my clothes." She shrugs the straps of her cloth breast wrap over her shoulders. It falls about her waist. Her gargantuan breasts are bared. Her areolas are each the size of rose petals. She looks to Euna. "Regardless of what these devious boys say, it is a good idea. The stains are horrid to clean."

"My Lord." With a roll of her eyes, Euna unfastens her bodice and pulls it overhead. "You three..." Her breasts, though not nearly as large as Fira's, are of ample size and shape, and her skin is like pure milk.

Both return to pleasuring the horse using their hands and mouth. Neither are ashamed of their toplessness.

"I must have been nine years old," Euna says. "How was I supposed to know? I figured it was part of the process."

"Surely she looked liked she was enjoying herself," Lanx stays.

"Not really. Nadiya was just doing what my father ordered."

"Wait," Lanx says. "Was your father watching?"

"Yes. Mostly. Like I explained. My father was involved in the breeding, especially with his most prized horses. He would supervise the stable girl as she milked him. He wasn't around for all of them though."

"So not only did she do it while your father watched, but she also did it on her own? When no one was around to make her?"

"Of course. My father's orders are law, even when he's not around."

"Or she knew how to show a horse proper intimacy," Fira replies.

"Or she loved horse cock!" Lanx adds.

Both girls glance at him. They may both be fondling a horse's genitals, but Lanx still comes across as the most perverted person here.

"Of course I realize now that it was sexual," Euna says. "I was young. I didn't know then what I know about my family now."

"Oh very well," Lanx says. "It would have been a fun time though."

"For you, I'm sure," Euna says.

"Sit down, Fira. We can finish this later. Is there anything else you two wanted?"

Euna and Fira pleasure the horse. They run their tongue along the shaft. Whenever they tease the crown together, their faces come within inches of each other. A long string of clear precum drips from the tip of Paskha's cock. Fira ducks and catches it with her tongue. She works her hands down the shaft to squeeze out more, and pushes the tip closer toward Euna. Without pause, After hesitating, Euna dips her tongue onto the horse's slit and laps away the liquid. Fira joins her. Their tongues touch.

As they work the shaft, their hands frequently layer on top of each other. Their tongues keep finding the same portions to entice.

Paskha snorts. His rocking picks up.

"Ah, did you feel that?" Fira says. "Keep stimulating him now. Don't let up."

Euna suckles the head and plays with the shaft while Fira holds the bowl before the cock. A stream of milky cum erupts from the tip. It hisses against the wood and splatters. Jet after jet fills the bowl. Fira catches the last few drops with its edge. The result is enough semen to fill a small teacup.

"Very good," Lanx scooches forward to take the bowl. Euna has stopped her stimulation, but Fira isn't quite done. She leans and dog-licks away a dribble of cum bubbling from Paskha's slit. The motion brings her face to face with Euna. Their eye contact lingers, then Fira plants a quick kiss on Euna's lips, startling her.

"Next horse," Lanx says.

Euna startles even more. "Another? How many do you need?"

"At least two. We'll see how much we get from the next one."

"You said one horse earlier."

"Lanx, you did say one."

"I heard him say many. Besides, why not?"

"You did, did you?" Lanx takes the jar you hold out to him. "And what animal is this from?"

"It's from the akkoro."

His eyes go wide. "The akkoro? From the caves? And how exactly did you manage to get their cum?"

"That's irrelevant," Euna says. "Do you want the animal salts or not?"

"Of course we do. Akkoro salts have extra useful properties. Give it here."

He takes it, examines it, then nods to Fira. "How about forty rubles for their troubles. What do you think?"

Fira nods and gets up. She signals to Euna, and they head into the wagon together. Minutes later, they reemerge. Euna hands you the money and a clean jar.

"Do you two need anything else?" Fira asks.

Jar of Akkoro Cum removed from inventory

"You did, did you?" Lanx takes the jar you hold out to him. "And what animal is this from?"

"It's from horses."

"Oh?" His eyes alight. "And just how did you get this from them?"

"That's none of your business," Euna says. "You said you'd pay us for animal salts?"

"Yes, yes. I did." He hands the jar to Fira and addresses her "Fetch them twenty rubles from inside, please?"

Nodding, Fira rises and heads to the wagon. She motions for Euna to come with her. And together, they disappear inside. Minutes later, they reemerge.

Euna hands you the money. "And look," she says. "A fresh new jar."

"Do you two need anything else?" Fira asks.

Jar of Horse Cum removed from inventory

You both near the caravan. Ivy has grown along its sides. Its once colorful paint is faded and cracked, and a wheel is missing. All about, brown chickens dart through tall grass.

"It looks abandoned," Euna says.

"No," you say. "The chickens wouldn't stay here if someone wasn't feeding them."

"Then is this safe?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe you should approach first," she says. "I'll come out if it's okay."

"Very well."

Euna hides in the grass. You approach the caravan. Circling around, you spot a bull tethered to a post. Past it, two people are hunkered down about a cauldron.

One is a middle-aged man with a portly belly and an unkempt beard. He wears a ratty robe which might have belonged to a grand magician in a previous life. His partner is his polar opposite: a young woman with curled red hair. Her breasts immediately draw your attention, not just because they're enormous, but because of how strange they look on a girl with such a small frame. She has a cloth wrap supporting them, which circles her back and neck. Besides that, her only other clothing is a pair of skin-tight leather breeches laced together up the sides, but with a gap revealing a strip of her legs all the way up to her waist. It was rare to see a woman in tights back home, especially ones so revealing.

The woman spots you first and nudges the man. They watch your approach.

"Hello," you say.

"Hello, yourself." The man eyes you. "What are you doing here?"

"Exploring. Looking for food."

He mutters something under his breath. "Well turn back! You're in grave danger."

"From what?"

"From the spirits of the jungle! They'll possess your mind and drive you insane!" He waves his hands about menacingly.

"Then why are you here?"

"I am Lanx the Great Alchemist! My assistant and I are protected by magical concoctions. Go back to the city now while you still have your wits about you. Hurry! Run!"

"I'm not from a city," you say. "I got stranded in these lands a few days ago. Been living in the wilderness. I haven't had any trouble with spirits."

"All the same. Be off with you. You'll get no handouts here."

Euna apparently decides they aren't a threat. She comes out and stands beside you. "We're not looking for handouts. We are shipwrecked travelers who are new to this land."

Upon seeing Euna, Lanx's scowl evaporates. "Shipwrecked, you say? Why didn't you say so? Please. Come forward. Sit with us." He beckons with a friendly wave.

His assistant rolls her eyes.

You and Euna approach his cauldron.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Euna says.

"The pleasure is all mine." Lanx bows. "My name is Lanx, the great alchemist. This is my assistant, Fira."

"Hello," Fira nods. She keeps stirring the cauldron.

"I am Princess Euna, heir to the throne of Ruthgar."

"A princess?" Lanx studies her. "You certainly have the look of royalty about you." He looks at you. "And are you royalty as well?"

"I'm not," you say. "I'm—"

"He's my royal guard," Euna finishes. "My closest and most loyal subject."

"A royal guard, huh?" Lanx studies you dubiously.

"Yes. He's been by my side for as long as I can remember."

"So you two aren't... together?"

Confused, Euna replies. "Together? He is my closest and most loyal subject. He will be by my side until death."

"So..." Lanx gestures for elaboration.

"He wants to know if you're available," Fira says.

"No!" Lanx says. "That's not what I'm asking! Will you shut up? I'm just making conversation."

"I am spoken for," Euna says.

"Ah, well. There you go. I don't even care. Because I wasn't asking. But good for you."

Euna turns her attention to the cauldron. The substance inside is a translucent green liquid as thick as honey. "What are you making?"

"Oh this? It's just a bread and butter brew we make for the locals."

"What does it do?"

Lanx flaps his hand. "A medical tonic. That's all. Treats some problems."

"Like what?"

"It's kind of private actually."

Fira speaks. "It makes a man's tackle bigger."

Euna's eyes widen.

Lanx slumps his shoulders and glares at his assistant reproachfully. To Euna, he says, "Of course, I don't use it myself. We just make it because it sells well. Men. You understand?"

His assistant spoons some mixture into a bowl. "We're just about to test it if you want to watch." Fira nods toward the bull.

"No no!" Lanx says. "The princess doesn't want to see this. Just take the bull elsewhere."

The assistant looks at you two questioningly.

"Let's watch. You have no problem with it, right Euna?"

"Perhaps you should spare Her Royal Highness such a lewd display."

Climbing Gear added to inventory

You pick up the climbing gear. It includes a long length of rope, pitons, and a mountaineer's pick. It's all high quality, and barely used.

"Oh that?" Lanx studies the gear. "I got those back when I was hunting for alchemical ingredients in the mountains. I went climbing for all of a week. Never found a damn thing. I guess you can borrow it. If you are going climbing around the mountains for whatever reason, and you find anything interesting, bring it my way. I'll give you a sample of whatever I make from it."

"What are you looking for?" you ask.

"Mushrooms. Eggs. Strange fruits. Gems. If it seems rare or valuable, it's probably got some alchemical use."

You shoulder the equipment. "I'll remember that."

Shaving Razor added to inventory

It's an ornate straight razor of obvious quality. Picking it up, you unfold it. The blade glimmers with an odd hue for a metal.

"Oh that? Ehh." Lanx feels his thick beard. "I suppose I'm not using it, but you make damn sure you treat that thing well, you hear? It's a quality blade. I've treated it with an alchemical soak. Anything you shave with this won't grow back for months."

"Interesting." You pocket the blade. "Thank you."

"You bring that back when you're done with it. Clean. And be careful. I botched shaving with it once. My goatee didn't grow right for over a year."

"I understand."

The wagon is filled with the acrid smell of hundreds of alchemical components. Scores of bottles line shelves along the walls. Chests and wardrobes are so filled with clothes and strange objects that they can't close. Two desks are stacked high with reams of parchment. At opposite ends of the wagon, two beds just manage to fit. Both are unkempt messes with twisted sheets. And even they have items piled upon them. With all the junk here, there's hardly room for both of you to stand.

"Pick anything you like," Lanx says. "Just not from over here." He gestured toward one bed. After a pause, he adds, "and not from the walls either. Nothing there would be helpful to you. Actually... why don't you just take something from this desk here." He points one out. A few items are on top.

"Certainly," says Fira. "Lanx, take him inside. I'll keep Euna company."

With a sigh, Lanx gets up. "Well come on." He leads you to the wagon.

"Remember," he says. "One thing. If you want to borrow something else, you return what you have."

"Right, right."

The wagon is as crowded as usual. Lanx directs your attention to the same shelf as before.

"As a guard?" she says. "Perhaps there are others better suited for that, but you have taught me much about the world. I will keep you by my side as a royal subject, as my fool and storyteller, perhaps even as an advisor."

"And if we don't make it off this land?"

She considers thoughtfully. "I am still your princess, regardless of where we are. Am I not?"

"You are."

"Then I say yes. You are now my royal subject. You will always be by my side."

"Is that true for anything?" She studies you. "There are very many things you could do that would make me happy?"

You step closer.

"And you'd do them all?" she asks. "You'd be a slave to my smile? I think I like that."

You're close enough to feel her breath.

She's looking into your eyes. "The things I'd make you do..."

"A reward?" She regards you. "And just what did you have in mind?"

You step closer toward her.

"Perhaps a token of my gratitude?" she says. "My lace handkerchief? A pouch of gold?"

You're now close enough to feel her breath.

She's looking into your eyes. "Maybe a title in my court," she continues. "Sir Fool. It has a ring to it, don't you think?"

You embrace. Your lips meet hers. Your tongues entwine.

She clutches you, and time loses meaning.

When you break away, you're both breathless and exhilarated. And then she's kissing you again, ravenously. And again, and again. Once she's sated, she rests her forehead against yours as you hold each other.

Tonight, after you're both ready for bed, she motions for you to come to the alcove. In there, you sit side by side, her lips again find yours. You lie down together in each others' arms.

Her face nuzzles against your neck. The scent of her hair lulls you to sleep.

Outside, Lanx leads you into the woods. Out of view from the wagon is a pile of junk taller than the caravan, containing everything from dented cauldrons, broken wagon wheels, to a cracked bathtub. A person could create a cave within the junk and crawl inside.

Euna is excitedly rummaging through. She's folded up a stained bedsheet to use as a bag, which she's filled with bent silverware, rags, chipped dishes, musty bedding... practically anything she sets her eyes on. The moment she sees you've arrived, she thrusts the bundle into your arms.

"Look at how much there is!" she says. "Look at these forks. They're perfectly good. Why would you throw them out? Hmm? These pillows will need thorough cleaning. *sniff* Perhaps a boiling. Oh, and look at this pot! And this lantern!" Your burden grows. Every time you convince her to stop, she spots just one more thing.

Fira takes pity on you. "You can always come back, Euna. If you two don't leave now, you won't make it back to your camp before nightfall."

"Oh, all right." Euna gathers a few more items. "We'll come back and visit."

Fira leads you to the valley. You say your goodbyes.

The hike up the mountain path is torturous carrying so much junk, and you're carrying several times what Euna is holding.

"Couldn't we have stayed overnight with them?" you ask.

"No. We don't want to trouble our new neighbors, now do we?"

"I'm surprised you like them. Maybe you didn't pick up on it, but Lanx's 'alchemy' is entirely sexual. Do you realize what Fira would have done with that bull if we weren't there?" Do you realize what Fira did with that bull behind the wagon?"

Euna nods thoughtfully. "And yet they were friendly people who helped us. Perhaps before I might have condemned them, but I have decided to be more open and accepting of other people's ways. You of all people should be grateful for that, you little pervert."

"I am," you say. "You promoted me from a fool to a royal guard."

She laughs. "You got that for saving my life. You've been doing an admirable job of watching over me."

About that. I don't think you should be telling others that you're a princess.

And should we ever get back? Am I to become that for real?

"Why not? I hardly think we're in danger from Lanx and Fira. They're perfectly harmless."

"They were today," you say, "but Lanx is more unscrupulous than he lets on. Even if he'll never hurt us, he might tell someone. Maybe the slavers."

"They would never do that."

"Maybe not, but we shouldn't take risks. You don't have your guards or your father's law here to protect you if someone were to, say, kidnap you and hold you ransom."

"I have you."

"And I will do everything I can to keep you safe, but I can only do so much."

"I trust in you," she says, "but if it makes you feel better, I won't."

When you two reach the altar, the sun has long since set. You're both sweaty and exhausted. She sets down her handful of salvage. You drop armloads and nearly collapse.

"There," she says. "Finally home. Heavens, that took ages." She rubs her legs. "I'm going to be sore tomorrow."

"Hah!" you say. "You're going to be sore?"

She looks at the load you carried, then curtsies to you. "Thank you for carrying my burden. You've been quite a gentleman."

"If it makes you happy, Your Royal Highness, it makes me happy."

"Maybe I deserve a reward."

"I certainly do," Fira says. "That will be a fun conversation, I think. But let's wait until after the tonics have been delivered."drink first, and then we'll talk."

"Me neither," Euna adds.

"You wouldn't," Lanx replies. "It simply makes you more stout. Why should you notice?"

"Are you sure this isn't just water?"

"Yes, I'm sure," he replies testily. "You're better equipped to resist all ailment."

"...but we're not immune?" Euna asks.

"No. Not immune, just less likely to get sick. And if you do, it will be more mild."

"If we're still getting sick, how can you be sure the potion is having any effect at all?" you ask. "How can we be sure we don't just believe we're more hardy."

"It just... pah! You just don't understand alchemy. It works! Believe me. Will you deliver the crate or not?"

The four of you drink your respective tonics. It's hardly a swallow, and it tastes of nothing except for a slight aftertaste you detect more with your nose than your mouth.

"It tastes like nothing," Euna says. "Are you sure this isn't just water?"

"That's mostly all it is," Fira replies. "Water with the memory of miasma. ...mostly."

"There's one last chore for you," Lanx says, "and that is delivery."

"You never said anything about that," Euna replies.

"It's nothing much. Next time you're at the cove, drop it off to the captain of the Pincoy. Bald fellow. Goes by Bellamy."

"And why should we do this?" Euna asks.

"Because this delivery is already overdue thanks to how long you two took, and Fira and I aren't allowed around the cove anymore."

"Yes..." Euna eyes the remaining liquid in the beaker. "If you'd told us just how many vials you'd be making—"

"Too late!" Lanx says. "We already agreed on your payment."

"They actually are quite valuable," Fira assures you. "And unlike some alchemists I know whose tonics are nothing more than dirty water, this one you can be sure is real. It'll last you for months."

"Months? Pah!" Lanx says. "This is the best fortifier I've ever made. Try years. Decades."

"A year or two, maybe." Fira says.

"Months? Try years," Lanx says. "This was a good fortifier. I can feel it."

"Do you?" Lanx says. "Excellent. Bring them here." He examines the bottle. "What did you get?"

"Let's see," Euna thinks back. "We've got blood, semen, mother's milk, vaginal nectar, urine, feces, saliva, and... that's it."

"Good, good. That's a healthy list," Lanx says. "Should make a healthy tonic. Fira, go find some other fluids to add in. Let's make this good."

"Really," Lanx says. "That's all?"

"It'll be fine once we add from our own collection," Fira assures him. "It will do."

"I suppose it will have to. Not like the customer will know the difference."

Fira heads to the wagon and returns shortly with a handful of bottles. "Let's see here... yellow bile, black bile." She adds measured samples. "Brain juices. Phlegm. And... that should work. Now let's get started."

What follows is a flurry of alchemical processes. They add the fluids and some nose-stinging chemicals to an alembic and distill the lot down to a sludge, which they discard. The vapors continue to the next process, which involves mixing, burning, and diluting to produce a sizable beaker of clear fluid.

Lanx holds it up. "Ta da!"

"That's it?" Euna asks. "It seems so..."

"Uninteresting?" Fira says. "Don't worry. Everyone thinks that, but it's right."

Thus begins bottling. However, the glassware that Fira brings out aren't jars, but rather small vials whose size could be measured in drops. After Lanx fills them, Fira seals them with wax and deposits them in a small crate.

"Each of those is a dose?" Euna asks.

"Each one," Lanx holds onto the last four vials. "And these four are for us. Drink up."

"Yes..." Euna says. "And why so much?"

"For his crew, I assume," Lanx says. "They travel around the world. Meet people. Fuck whores. It doesn't matter why."

"Excellent!" Lanx hands the crate over.

With that, business is concluded. They put away the remaining supplies.

"That's disgusting," Lanx mutters.

"It was. The wound was covered in sticky scabs. The smell turned my stomach."

"Poor baby." Fira nuzzles your balls.

"But Euna dove right in," you continue. "She licked his wound clean like a dog, and then she sucked the man off as though she was thanking him."

"...he made me," Euna says.

"But you would have done it anyway," Fira replies. "Being made to lick up his blood and pus turned you on, didn't it?"

Euna looks down.

"That's what I thought." Fira asks. "What else did they make her do?"

"What kind of pirate?" Lanx asks.

"It was this fat, sweaty pirate covered in body hair."

"His ass must been disgusting," he replies.

"Tell them, Euna," you say. "Was it disgusting?"

"...Yes."

"Tell me about it," Lanx says.

She flounders for words. "He was... unwashed. There was accumulation."

"Of shit?"

"Yes. Of shit."

"And what did you do about it?" he asks.

"I licked it all up and swallowed it down."

"And it wasn't just him, was it, Euna?" you ask.

"No. Many pirates made me clean the dried er... shit from all their ass."

"It was revolting," you say to Fira. "I'll have to think of that shit every time I put my dick in that mouth."

"I'm so sorry," Fira replies. "Pirates went and defiled your woman. But you can always use my mouth. I'd never do something so disgusting."

"Thank the Lord." You guide Fira back to sucking your cock.

"What else happened?" Lanx asks.

"Oh, don't worry about them," Lanx says. "Just customers. Not sure where they're from."

"They looked like an unsavory lot," Euna says.

"Did they? I don't judge people by their appearances."

"They're from the cove, aren't they?"

"Their coin is good, isn't it?"

Euna's eyes narrow. "Their coins are cut from purses and lifted from corpses."

"I don't judge people by their professions either. It's not like we have an abundance of customers about here."

"Hmm." She eyes him.

You and Euna near Lanx and Fira's wagon just as three strange men are leaving. Spotting them, you pull Euna into the woods to hide.

All three men are scarred and weatherworn. Their gleaming sabers have so many nicks along the blade that they seem sawtoothed.

Once they're past, Euna whispers, "Were those pirates?"

"They do look the part."

"I do hope Lanx and Fira are okay."

"Let's find out."

You find them inside their wagon scanning through cluttered shelves with subtle urgency.

"Here," Fira says to Lanx. "Yellow bile. And black."

"We need more than that, woman." Lanx scrounges through a chest. "Ah, blood! Err, no, this won't do. Damn it."

"We can draw our own if we need be," says FIra.

"That'd still be a far lot short than what we need. I know the phlegm is around here somewhere."

Euna knocks on the door. "Hello. Is everything all right?"

They notice you two, and a quick gleam passes between them.

"Ah, come in. Come in." Lanx gestures you into the wagon.

"Who were those men outside?" Euna asks.

"Customers, my dear. Customers. They've hired us to brew the most fascinating tonic. A fortifier."

"What's that do?"

"It fortifies of course."

Fira is more helpful. "It helps your body resist disease and infection."

"That sounds useful," Euna says.

"Very useful," Lanx replies. 'Unfortunately, it seems we're shy a few ingredients. But it's exactly the sort of ingredients you would be perfect for collecting."

"We could, sure," Fira says. "But anyone who contributes to the potion can't benefit from it."

"And what's the point of making alchemy if you can't benefit from it yourself?" Lanx adds.

"That'll all depend on you," Lanx says. "The more fluids we add, the stronger it will be."

"Can it make you immune to disease?" Euna asks.

"No, no. Not immune, just more resilient."

"That doesn't sound nearly as impressive..."

"Oh, but it is. A boosted resilience is the difference between a plague killing you and a plague just costing you a few day's rest."

"It also eases symptoms" Fira adds. "Fevers won't stagger you. Nausea won't be as unpleasant. Infections heal on their own instead of taking your leg. Weaker ailments will hardly bother you at all."

"Does it last forever?" Euna asks.

"No. It fades over time," Lanx says, "but a strong one can last years."

"...but usually months," Fira replies.

Lanx glares at her. "It's still useful. Interested, aren't you?"

"We need miasma of human," Lanx says. "In other words, bodily fluids from which we can extract miasma."

"Like, blood? Or urine?" Euna asks.

"Blood, urine, spit, semen," Fira ticks them off on her fingers. "milk, saliva, excrement... any you can find. Each one must come from a distinct person, but you don't need much of each."

"But don't go around just asking people for fluids," Lanx says. "When people hear its for alchemy, they tend to get standoffish."

"This sounds like a lot of work," Euna says.

"You don't have to get them all," Fira adds. "If you can get, say... four, Lanx and I have a few fluids in our supplies we can add afterward."

"So what do you say?" Lanx asks.

"We already gave you the fortifier," Lanx says.

"Yes, and we see now how much that was worth," Euna says. "Half."

"Half. Of what Bellamy paid us?"

"We've done all the legwork," Euna says, "and now we're about to make the delivery too. It's only fair."

"You don't even know what Bellamy is paying us. And need I point out that your legwork would have left you with a bottle of sick if you didn't have to of the most esteemed alchemists in the land to transform it into something remarkable. Our expertise is our value. We could have hired simpletons to get the fluids."

"Then hire simpletons to deliver it," Euna turns away as though the matter is finished.

He grumbles.

"A hundred rubles," Fira says.

Lanx sputters. "A hundred—!"

"That's a fair cut for your work," Fira interrupts, "if you couldn't tell from Lanx's reaction. Will you do this for us please?"

"We would be happy to," Euna says. "We're quite amenable when we're treated fairly."

Lanx sullenly watches Euna take the crate and the money, but his mood lifts after business has passed.

"Which was hardly a hundredth of what you made," you reply.

"So? It's not worthless" he says. "I'll tell you what, I'll give you twenty rubles. I think that's fair for a simple delivery."

You glance to Euna.

She shrugs. "Twenty seems fair."

"Fine," you say. "Twenty."

"Then it's settled." Lanx hands over the crate and a few coin.

"While you're here," Fira says, "is there anything else you needed?"

Apothecary Thimble removed from inventory

Alchemical fortifiers added to inventory

"Oh, come now." Fira says. "You're not going turn your nose up at alchemy just because of a little mess."

"If it's not so bad, why not do it yourself?" you ask.

"Because we..." Fira hooks the waist of your breeches and pulls you close. "...don't have..." Her lips are next to yours. "...her." Her eyes turn to Euna.

"What about her?"

"She's told me about the dirty things you make her do, you know."

"Has she?"

"She has." Fira faces you again. Her breath tickles your lips. "So I know you only have order her to collect those fluids for us, and she will do all the work." She peering at Euna. "Won't you?"

Euna nods furtively. "...I would."

"Good. Then have her do this for us, and then I want you to tell me about everything you made her do while we watch her blush with shame." She plants lingering kiss on your lips. Her tongue lashes yours just once, and then she's away. "Will you do this for me?"

Euna is trying not to react to watching you two, but she's not quite hiding her jealousy.

"What do you think, Euna?" you ask.

"I... I don't know. It's up to you."

You look back to Fira. "Maybe we will."

"If it's mess you're worried about, then I'll do the dirty work," Euna says. "We could both benefit from having boosted constitutions. Living in the wilds as we have, I'm surprised we both haven't died from the ague already. Especially given how avant-garde we've been with regards to our personal lives."

"Are you talking about all the dirty sex?" you ask.

Her lips tighten. "Yes. So it would behoove us to protect ourselves." She turns to Lanx. "We'll do it."

"Excellent!" Lanx says.

"I'm glad you're not afraid to get your hands dirty," Fira replies.

"Oh, I won't," you say. "Euna will do the messy part. Isn't that right, Euna?"

"...Yes. If you wish."

Lanx chuckles. "I bet she'll get plenty messy."

"You do have to tell me all about what you make her do," Fira adds. "I'd love to hear about it."

"I'll make sure to," you reply.

Euna rolls her eyes. "Somehow I suspect I'll be the one doing the dirty work."

Lanx brings out a small jar and a cup no larger than the end of your thumb.

"What's that?" Euna asks.

"It's an apothecary thimble. Use it to dose the fluids. We don't need any more than that of each one."

"Oh. That doesn't seem so bad," she replies.

"That's the spirit. Do try to be quick about it. My customers want their order soon." He shoves the items into your hands.

"Now that that's done," Fira says, "what brought you two here today?"

Apothecary Thimble added to inventory

"Oh! Did they now?" Fira pulls free her own breasts and squeezes your cock between them. "Tell me about it."

"The slave treated her like an infant. Euna suckled in her lap."

"I bet Euna loved it. Didn't you Euna? You suckle like a babe."

Euna presses her lips tight and stares at the ground. Her nod is microscopic.

"Tell them," you say.

"I enjoyed sucking the slave's breasts."

"Just like you enjoyed sucking Shirina's tits to get the milk for the formula?" you ask.

"...yes."

Fira studies Euna. "Good to know. My tits leak so badly sometimes. Mind if I borrow her from time to time?"

"Go right ahead. What's mine is yours."

"You're most gracious. What else happened?" And she returns to sucking your cock.

"Oh, Bonnie?" Lanx says. "I know her. Bossy bitch, isn't she?"

"She treated Euna like a cunt rag," you say. "She even made Euna tongue clean the gussets of her underwear. Isn't that right, Euna?"

"Yes, that's right." Euna chews her lip furtively.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that," Fira says to you. "But now that I know she does it, I think I might like to use Euna to clean my own messes. If that's all right with you."

"That's what she's good for," you say.

"You're so generous." Fira returns to nibbling along your shaft.

"What else?" Lanx asks.

Dropping your breeches, you take hold of Euna's hips and ease your cock into her saliva-wet ass until your buried to the hilt. Fira's face is inches from the action. She runs her tongue along your shaft as it pistons in and out. It's hard for her to get in there though.

"Use her mouth for a few strokes," Euna says.

Your cock plops from Euna's hole. Fira is reluctant to open up for you, and when she does, she doesn't take you all the way, not until Euna reaches and presses Fira down on your manhood. A few good thrusts, and you're back in Euna's ass.

Back and forth you go, a hammering in Euna, and a mouth cleaning from Fira. Fira's reluctance dissolves. She even crawls between your legs so she can tongue your balls and Euna's clit while you two fuck.

"I will be kind to you today, Fira," Euna says. "I'm only making you clean my hole. But there are so many things I look forward to making you do. Maybe I'll make you swallow my spit, or suckle at my tit, or lap up my menstrual blood, or drink my urine, or tongue clean the feces from my unwiped ass, or lick clean... ohh." She's getting close, and so are you. "In me," she says. "Cum inside me."

You bury yourself deep and empty into her bowels. Afterward, one last shaft-cleaning from Fira, you're done. Euna stops Fira when she goes to tongue her ass.

"I think," Euna says, "it's Lanx's turn."

Lanx stops masturbating. "...What?"

"What do you think?" Euna looks at you and tapping her creamed hole. "Shouldn't he make it up to me as well?"

"It's only fair."

"I think they've paid enough."

"Did he now?" Lanx asks.

"Yes," you say. "He demanded she do it after I told him how Euna sucked off a complete stranger to get his seed."

"Hmm. She loves doing that, doesn't she?" Fira says. "Just like I'm sucking your cock now." She proceeds to do so.

Euna buries her head in her hands.

"What was it like watching him fuck her mouth?" Fira asks while nibbling along your shaft.

"He treated her like a worthless slut while everyone laughed and pointed. And then he had her suck the cocks of half the crew. I was so humiliated just being there."

"I bet you were. It sounds like she acted like a worthless slut. What else?"

"Oh did they?" Fira peers at Euna. "That sounds awful."

"What did they make her do?" Lanx asks.

"Please," Euna says. "There's really no need to get into it."

"Oh, but there is." Fira slides off her stool and crawls to you on her knees. "We're both so dreadfully sorry. It must have been so terrible for you."

"Him?" Euna asks.

"It was harrowing," you say. "I had to give them Euna to molest in unspeakable ways just to survive."

"You must be traumatized." Fira unties your breeches. "Please let me make it up to you." She gently pumps your cock.

"I guess you owe me that," you say. "I feel pretty awful about what I went through."

"Maybe you'd like to talk about it." She sinks down upon your cock once and tickles the underside with her tongue. "I bet it'll make you feel better if you did."

You glance at Euna. Her face is bright red. She's staring at Fira in shock.

Fira draws your attention. "Tell me what the pirates made her do?"

"Sounds disgusting," Fira says.

"It was. They shot out wads of snot into her mouth too. They treated her like a piece of gutter trash."

Fira looks at Euna. "And you swallowed it all, didn't you?"

Euna nods, eyes low.

Fira turns back to you. "I'm sorry you had to see her behave like that. Maybe if she was a self-respecting woman, she wouldn't have let them do that to her, but she probably enjoyed it. I guess she actually is a piece of gutter trash." She licks the length of your dick. "What else did they make her do?"

"Oh how dreadful," Fira eyes Euna, who's face is bright red.

"It was. I had to stand there while some sailor used her like a common piss pot."

"I bet she drank it, didn't she?" Lanx says. He's rubbing himself through his robes.

"She gulped it," you say. "And then she licked the rest off the deck."

"Sounds like she was thirsty for it," Fira looks at Euna. "Did it make you hot to drink a pirate's hot salty piss? Be honest."

"...It did," Euna mutters.

"Is that why you let so many of them piss in your mouth?" you ask.

Her face turns a deeper shade of red.

"That's so depraved," Fira says. "Tell me more." She goes back to sucking your cock.

He frowns. "What a strange idea."

Fira shrugs. "There's no reason it wouldn't work."

"Of course there is. How in the heavens are you supposed to fit a dead body in one of these bottles? Maybe a dead mouse, but you're thinking of a human body, right?"

"Couldn't you just make a larger bottle?" Euna says.

"Or maybe a coffin," you add.

"It'd have to be a glass coffin. And even if you did, what's the point? Whoever they are, they're still dead."

"Maybe she was a beautiful princess," Euna replies, "and her followers wish to preserve her fair beauty for all time."

He wrinkles his nose. "That's just creepy."

"I think it's lovely," she says.

"Every one of them." Lanx holds a bottle up to the evening light. It has an iridescent shimmer as though the inside were smeared with oil. He hands it to you. The inside feels slippery, but your finger comes away clean.

"It's an alchemical preserving coat," he says. "Any ingredients sealed inside won't spoil."

"My," Euna says. "I wish we'd had these back home. They sound remarkable."

"Oh yes," Lanx says. "They're a must for seasoned alchemists like ourselves. And handy for cooking too." He nods toward the jars of foodstuffs. "You see that jar of milk? A hundred years from now, it'll be as fresh as from the teat. No rot. No spoil."

"Amazing," Euna says. "How else do you use them?"

"Just storage. What else could you use them for?"

Bottle of Red Rosemary removed from inventory

"Ah, thank you. Thank you." Lanx takes the jar.

"Shirina said you use this for cooking goose," Euna says.

"That's right."

"Goose? So this hard-to-get ingredient was for your dinner?"

"Dinner for four," he adds. "I did say it'd be worth your while. Fira? Do you want to catch dinner for us?"

Fira fetches a curved sword from inside the wagon and sets off toward the river where geese honk and float about. Later, she preps a goose while Lanx turns the cauldron into a makeshift oven. The smell of Fira's red rosemary spice mix livens Euna's spirits.

The goose is nothing but bone once the sun is low. After some drink, Lanx admits that he may have been a little misleading.

"I'll tell you what." He nods toward the crates Fira had been unpacking. "Why don't you take a few bottles."

"Bottles?" Euna asks.

"They're special! They're alchemist bottles."

"That's most generous of you."

"It's not that generous," Fira remarks. "We have far, far more bottles than we need. You're sparing him a trip to the garbage heap."

"They're good bottles. Come come." Lanx leads you all to the crates. Splayed out in the grass before them are all manner of jars and bottles. Each has a different size and shape. Most are empty, but those that aren't contain everything from alchemical powders, sickly body parts, to strange glowing liquids. Most are unlabeled.

Before another crate, bottles contain milks, speckled eggs, meats, and pastries.

"Help yourself to a couple empty ones," Lanx says.

"Or take a dozen," Fira adds.

Lanx winces. "Or half a dozen."

"Just take however many you think you need."

"Wouldn't work," he answers. "Whatever killed her is still there. If she was stabbed, she'd still have a hole in her chest."

Fira chimes in. "Maybe she was poisoned. You could preserve her body to buy yourself time to make the antidote. Or find someone who can."

"This is getting farfetched. You'd have to have a glass coffin laying around, and who would have that?"

"In Ruthgar, coffins are built after one's death," Euna says, "at least that's true for our royals."

"No one could build a glass coffin quickly enough before the body would decay."

"Goblins could," Fira says, "or dwarves."

"Oh I see. So now you have a beautiful maiden who dies, specifically from poison, and dwarves build a glass coffin to preserve her body and leave it for all to see, until some good soul comes by and revives her somehow. I've never heard of such a preposterous story. Now come along, pick out which ones you want."

"We have this under control," Lanx says. "Don't we Fira?"

Fira kneels up from her rifling. Her arms and face are covered in dust. "We would if you'd take a turn digging through these crates."

"You don't know my system. I've explained this." He indicates to tabulations on his parchment. "I must ledger. So you must take stock."

Her eyes narrow. "Crystalized animus." The bottle she holds contains small, white minerals. "Four crystals."

Lanx scribbles this down. "There is something you can help with," he says to you two. "The whole reason we started this tidying is because we couldn't find our red rosemary, and it hasn't turned up yet."

"And it won't." Fira rummages. "I keep telling you, we're out."

"So it seems we must acquire more."

"Rosemary?" Euna asks. "Like the kitchen spice?"

"It can be used in culinary pursuits, yes. Did you have any luck getting into Cockaigne?"

"We did."

"Ah good. Next time you're there. Find a woman named Shirina and get more red rosemary for us. I'll make it worth your while."

"You'll see," Lanx says. "It's a special little concoction of mine."

Fira rolls her eyes.

"Oh, I can't tell you that without giving away what I'm up to," he says. "Suffice to say, I think you'll be quite pleased."

"Red rosemary. Not ordinary rosemary. We're not some commonplace scullions."

"Of course."

Lanx and Fira return to their organization efforts.

You and Euna approach. Lanx and Fira are by the wagon today, and they're rummaging through dusty crates of various bottles. Or rather Fira is rummaging. Lanx sits nearby with a quill and parchment.

He nods. "Hello, you two."

"What are you doing?" Euna asks.

"Taking inventory."

You return to the wagon. Lanx and Fira are still hard at work sorting through all their bottles and jars.

"Can we help?"

"They're a must for seasoned alchemists like myself. And for chefs. Don't think that means you can take more than one, but I'll tell you what. Fill that jar with something interesting and bring it back to us. If it's a good ingredient. I'll make something from it and cut you in on some of the product."

"What makes an ingredient interesting?"

"How should I know? Just use your judgement. Let's go."

You both head outside. Euna and Fira are deep in conversation. They hush when you two approach.

"That didn't take long," Euna says. "What are we doing now?"

"You two are welcome to stay," Fira adds.

You and Euna return to the wagon. Lanx and Fira are around back. It seems they're once again hard at work creating something. Fira waves you two over.

"Hello," Fira replies. "What can we do for you? I hope you're here to stay for a while."

"Sure, we'll stay. What are you working on?"

Euna's eyebrow raises. "It seems she is, isn't she?" She steps over near the girls head. "I suppose it is the way of things around here, and she did offer after all."

"She did," you agree.

Euna caresses her hand along the girl's flank. Her fingertips play along the girls puffy nipples. They trail through a string of semen.

"Please!" The girl says suddenly.

Euna yanks her hand away. "Yes?"

The girl hesitates, then says, "Could you... put the gag back in?"

Relief passes over Euna momentarily, then she pauses to consider thoughtfully. "No," she says. "I will not. I want your mouth free for something else." With that, Euna steps one foot on either side the girl's head.

WIth wide eyes, the girl stares up under Euna's skirt as Euna squats down. Her face disappears beneath the hem as Euna presses her snatch against the girl's mouth. Euna hisses in pleasure and arches her back. She rocks back and forth, smearing herself along the girl's face.

Soon, she's twitching with pleasure. She leans over the girl's body till her own face is level with the girl's cum-encrusted snatch. In between her gasps, Euna darts her tongue out to tease the puffy folds of the girl's labia. Then she digs in, licking and sucking up cum. The girl responds with a squeal. She presses her feet into the ground, lifting her butt up. Euna's mouth remains glued to the girl.

After a while, Euna presses the girl's legs wider apart and spreads the girl's pussy. She looks up at you. "Come and enjoy her too."

You kneel between the girl's legs and guide your cock to her spread pussy. Euna's tongue has cleaned away most of the cum left over from the men, yet the girl is still oozing wet. You slide in easily. Grabbing the girl's hips, you begin pumping away. Euna watches contentedly.

Feeling the girl's pussy squeezing your cock, you fire your seed deep inside her. Spent, you pull out. Euna leans forward and takes your cock in her mouth, sucking away cum from both you and the girl and whatever men's seed still remained in her. After you back away, Euna buries her face in the girl's snatch. She sticks her tongue up inside the girl's hole to lap away whatever cum you've deposited.

Having swallowed the cum, Euna leans back and props herself on her hand. Within moments, Euna's body trembles. She cries out in orgasm and grinds her pussy against the girl's face. When Euna lifts away, the girl gasps for air. Her face glistens with Euna's cream.

Euna sits above the girl's head, her legs still wide apart, her swollen and dripping snatch in clear view. She undoes the girl's bindings.

"You're deranged." Euna undoes the girl's bindings.

"You can't be serious," Euna says.

"Why not?"

"Because..." She flounders. "It's... We'd be taking advantage of her."

"I think that's the idea." You look at the girl. "What do you think?"

"Do whatever you want." She says. "I can't stop you."

It's not quite the answer Euna needed to hear. She makes up her mind and starts undoing the girl's bindings.

Come sunrise, You and Euna bathe, don your washed clothes, and eat breakfast in a private dining room.

Downstairs, Lord Dalmat is waiting in the grand foyer beside his daughter. She's dressed in conservative habit with a wimple that covers all but her face. From her red eyes, she's been crying.

"Ah, good morning," Dalmat says. "I hope your accommodations were to your liking."

"They were marvelous," Euna replies.

"Good, uh, everything is prepared. There should be hours to spare, but I'd like to get this started. I'm going to leave. Rashid and my staff will come with me. You'll wait here a few minutes, then depart out the side. Take the back alleys to the stables. Marion will know the way if you're unsure. Right, Marion?"

Marion glowers at her father.

"Yes, well," he turns back to you two and hands you a pouch. You recognize the jingle of coin. "Good luck, and be safe," he says.

"Payment is unnecessary," Euna says, but Dalmat shakes his head, and you've already pocketed the money.

"No, please," he replies. "I owe you so much more than this for saving my daughter's life. I don't know if I'll ever have a chance to properly repay you." He remembers something and pulls a mirror and a scroll from his vest. "Oh, I nearly forgot. Use this mirror to signal the boat. And this is a writ to borrow a pair of horses from the stable. A good friend of mine has been generous enough to let us borrow them for the day." After bowing, he turns back to his daughter. "Marion. I hope you'll forgive me some day. I wish for so much for you, but since I won't be there, I can only hope. Take care, my daughter. I love you."

He moves close to hug her. She recoils.

Dalmat accepts this. With a final nod to everyone, he motions to his staff, and they depart. You and Euna are left alone with Marion. Minutes of awkward silence pass before Marion finally speaks.

"I cannot believe this," she says. "He thinks he can ship me away across the world to a nunnery?"

"He's doing what he thinks is best for you," Euna says.

"But I don't want to go. He never asked me. He doesn't care." She sniffles. "He doesn't care that I have a life here, and friends."

"But you'd have to give it up eventually?" Euna says.

"I know, but a nunnery? Why does he think I'd ever want to live in a nunnery?" Under her breath, she mutters. "No one is ever going to ravage a nun."

Euna smiles despite herself. "I understand how you feel... sort of. I grew up in a nunnery myself. I think if I were forced to go back now I'd scream and fight." I doubt I'll ever go back." She leans in, "but do you want to know a secret? There was plenty of sex at the nunnery."

Marion looks up, hopeful. "Really?"

"It was everywhere. Not so much ravaging, but I don't doubt you'll find lads who will want a taste of you. Your sex is only limited by how much you choose to stick to your vows, and if I were to go back now, I wouldn't stick to them at all." and I remember plenty of sisters who never cared one wit about those."

She smiles and wipes her nose. "Are you sure? What if the other nuns are really strict."

"I was the most strict nun you could imagine. And the girls around me were constantly fooling around. They can discourage you all they want, but what's the worst they can do? Flog you?"

Her smile widens. "You think so? They would do that, wouldn't they?" She glances at the window. "We should probably get going now."

Shortly, Marion is leading you two through the back alleys of Cockaigne. You're careful to make sure no one is following. At an outlet into the main avenue, Marion stops to correct her disguise, and Euna takes the lead. From here on, you seem as a Noble woman and her two servants.

You arrive at the stables outside the city gates where Euna produces the writ to the stablehand. They fetch two massive stallions with beautiful, shimmering coats and elaborately engraved saddles. You and Marion mount one horse. Euna mounts the other, and you head off.

As you pass by the guards at the gate, Marion hides her face in your back, but there was no risk. The guards' eyes are on Euna, as they always are. They nod and smile, recognizing her for as the woman who "bribes" her way in. the beautiful noble maiden. Euna smiles back.

You guide the horses past the slums and continue down the road. Soon, the city is far behind you.

"And we're out," Euna says. "My heart was hammering as we passed those guards. They were looking right at me."

"You handled yourself well," you reply.

She looks to the ocean far ahead. A massive galley is waiting off the coast. From here it's just a dot. "Shall we head off?"

Marion chimes in. "What if... what if we didn't go?"

"What do you mean?" Euna asks. "The boat is waiting for you."

"Yeah, but maybe we don't make it in time. It is going to leave anyway at noon. Maybe instead you just let me go. I know I can never go back to the city, but I could just follow the road and see where it takes me."

"Your father wants you to get on that boat."

"But I'm never going to see him again, am I?"

"Well, he might escape."

"No. Not even he thinks he will, but even if he does, even if he gets back home. He's sending me to a Sevic convent. They'll make me give up my name, and they'll move me around just so my old life doesn't catch up to me. That's the whole reason he's sending me to them."

"Marion," Euna says. "if we just let you go. You'd have nothing. You'd be on your own in this world you know nothing about."

"I know." Her voice is full of mischief. "I'll be so helpless. Everyone I come across would take advantage of me. I'd be ravaged, and abused. Maybe somebody will take me in just to use me." Her breasts press against your back. Her hips gyrate against the saddle. "He might force me to become his whore!"

"Hmm," Euna says. "That does sound enticing. You might end up spending the rest of your life servicing men."

"Yesss!" Marion says.

"But there's no reason why you couldn't do that from the nunnery either. You'd be a woman of faith who peddles her body to everyone whenever she leaves the convent grounds, maybe even when she's inside convent." She looks to you. "What do you think?"

"The occasional romp is one thing," Euna says. "but you would become a victim for the rest of your life."

"But this is what I want," Marion pleads. "If you put me on that boat, I'm just going to do this anyway. Please, let me go."

Euna hesitates. She looks to you.

"We should get you to the boat. Once you're at the convent, you can do whatever you want with your life."

"All right, Marion. You're free. May you be used and abused for the rest of your life."

"I've decided on something else. There's a slave cove near here. We're going to sell you into slavery."

"Actually, I think we should take you to the sorceress's tower like you were meant to."

"What?" Marion blinks.

"You say you want to live a life of constant abuse. There is no better way to get just that. The cove has a pen just for sex slaves."

"Hmm," Euna says. "Now that's an idea. What do you say, Marion?"

Marion eyes go wide. "I've never even thought about that. I mean I've fantasized about it. I don't know."

"Think about it," Euna says. "I've read about the sex slave trades. You'd be bought by the most vicious people you can imagine. They'd ravage you, torment you, maybe even torture you. When they grow bored, they'll sell you to the next sadist who will do it all over again."

Marion is biting her lip. The idea is certainly enticing her. She's grinding her crotch against the saddle again. "But what if they kill me?"

"They might. You'll be the best slave on the block—a willing slave. Nobody is going to buy you just to end your life. You'd be special."

Marion thinks. "Okay. Yes! Let's do it. Quickly, before I have second thoughts."

"Then let's go." You turn your horse east toward the woods. Euna follows.

Eyes wide, Marion is speechless for a long while. "I've never even thought about that. I mean I've fantasized about it. I don't know."

"Are you being serious?" Euna asks. "Those are vicious pirates. She'd be facing a life—a short life—of constant rape and torture."

"Sounds fitting for her."

"I don't think you understand," Euna insists. "I've read about sexual slave trades. Those people are the worst kind in all the land. Being ravaged in a back alley is one thing, but her life would become an absolute nightmare. She'd be bought and sold for the rest of her life, constantly traded to lower and lower bidders, each one passing her along as they grew bored with her, until one of them decides to end her life in some sadistic way. This is not a life anyone would want."

"I'll do it!" Marion shouts. She's resumed grinding her crotch against the saddle.

"I think you just talked her into it," you say.

"No. You don't know what you're saying," Euna replies.

"Yes, I do. I want that. Oh God, yes. Please, let's do it. Yes. Let's go now before I have second thoughts."

"You should have second thoughts! This is madness. Think about this."

"I have. I want to do it!"

"I think she's decided." You turn your horse east toward the woods.

Euna catches up. "This is madness," she mutters.

The horses have a hard time navigating the woods, and an even harder time getting around the bramble and up the mountain path to the altar. After discussing, you tether them by the river and proceed on foot. About an hour later, the cove is in view.

"Oh," Marion is breathing quickly. "We're really doing this."

"Second thoughts?" Euna asks.

"No, No," she steels herself. "Let's go."

You climb down to the boardwalks, then circle around to the slave pits. It seems an auction is going on right now. Almost a hundred customers are in the audience. Pirates, merchants, elder men dressed in finery, strange human-like races. The crowd is so eclectic that the only thing they have in common is that none of them look like pleasant people. On the stage block, a row of naked women cower. They're bound in shackles. Some may have been attractive once, but now most are either beaten, exhausted, or emaciated. Some cry silently. Others seem resigned and empty. Audience members shoulder close to inspect them like cuts of meat. They yell bids barely audible over the din. It's chaos, yet it functions. Women are sold and dragged away, while others are carted up to take their place.

The Oread seem responsible for running the show. They watch from the sidelines while others move the slaves around. One spots you along the side and approaches.

"You again," he says. "What are you doing here?"

"We'd like to sell a slave." You motion to Marion. She's staring at the procession with terrified, doe eyes.

"Where are her chains?"

"She doesn't need any."

The man raises the rock ridge eyebrow. "Huh?"

"She's going along with this, aren't you, Marion?"

"I..." She's quivering like a leaf. It looks like she might vomit. "I... yes. I'd like to sell myself."

"Ah," you butt in. "I'm selling her. The money will go to me."

He grunts, amused. "Let's see what you got." Suddenly, he tugs away Marion's head wrap and robe. Her brown hair cascades down. She's wearing a light tunic, which he rips off her body with one swift yank.

Naked now apart from her boots, Marion cries out and tries to cover herself. She's terrified now, yet the slaver doesn't care as he pulls her hands away to inspect her body. He manhandles her roughly, pulling her about like a doll as he fondles her breasts, feels her pussy, yanks off her boots, and bends her over to inspect her ass. Finally, as he gets his fingers in her mouth to inspect her teeth.

He grunts his approval. "Okay. She'll go up. The cove takes fifty percent of her sale."

"Fifty percent?! you say. "For what? Ten minutes on the block? I've done all the work for you."

"Take it or get lost."

"I think we will get lost. Come on, Euna, let's take our property somewhere else."

Euna puts Marion's robes back over her shoulder. She sighs as though she's been holding her breath. "I'm not being sold then?" It's hard to tell whether she's relieved or disappointed.

"Not here." Together you three start heading off.

"Thirty percent," the slaver says.

You spin around. "Twenty."

"Fine. Twenty. Give her over."

You motion for Marion to go to him, but she stands still, trembling uncontrollably, ready to bolt. She clutches her robes to her body as though protection.

Euna comes up behind Marion and snakes her hands under Marion's arms to cuddle the girl. "This is what you were made for, Marion. Imagine man after man ravaging your helpless body."

"But I'm scared."

One hand worms into the folds of Marion's robes as she kisses her neck. "I know you're scared. It's terrifying. You'll be nothing but a sex toy for the rest of your life. Constantly used and molested. But it's what you need." Euna nibbles Marion's ear.

The girl shudders from whatever Euna's fingers are doing under her robe. "Yes... I do. I want this."

"Then let's not keep them waiting." Euna steps away.

Euna leans close to her. "It's not too late," she says. "You can still say no."

Marion purveys the dangerous audience. She sees the slaves and the sad state they're in. She looks at both of you, and the guard who waits impatiently. She chews her lip as her mind works. Then, "No. I mean, yes. I'll do this. I'm ready. I... I want this."

Marion takes a deep steadying breath, then casts her robes away. Naked, she walks to the oread. He, however, seems to think he's wasted enough time. Despite her willingness, he snatches her arm and drags her toward the block as she struggles to stay on her feet.

"Make sure to sell yourself," you yell after her.

The slaver puts her on block number four. Compared to the rough and haggared state of the other slaves, she's easily the most desirable one up there, and also the only one who lacks chains binding her to her block. Immediately, bids yell out. One hundred rubles, two hundred. Three hundred. She's become the main bidding piece. All the while, she stands there trembling. Her hands are fixed to her side as though it's taking willpower not to cover herself.

"Five hundred!" This comes from a corpulent, sweaty man near the front. He licks his lips and leers at Marion. She pales.

"Six hundred!" Yelled by a strange, humanoid creature. It's dry leather skin seems stretched over its body as though it were not its own. Glistening red flesh is visible where the skin is stretched away: its fingernails, around it's black beady eyes, and along rents in its skin. It's jaw and gums are on constant grimacing display. Marion blanches.

"Seven!" A muscular man adorned in fine wears calls out his bid professionally. He sports a mighty scimitar, and an equally mighty beard.

Bids go back and forth. Marion's gaze darts to and fro, looking at what fiersome man might be owning her life. Eventually the bidding slows at thirteen hundred to the corpulent man. She remains on the block. If another minute passes, she'll be sold. Marion's gaze catches yours where you stand in the back.

"Sell yourself," you mouth.

She nods. After hesitation, she brings a hand up and kneads her plum breasts. The buyers start noticing her again. Encourage, her other hand caresses her clit. She smiles timidly at the men.

Sixteen hundred. Seventeen. Two thousand.

Marion gets more into her act. Her palm rubs furiously against her snatch. Her other squeezes and pulls her nipples. She's shudders ecstatically. It's as though the men aren't there anymore.

Twenty two. Twenty four. Twenty six. Three thousand.

She squats down, obscenely spreading her legs and giving everyone a perfect view of her enflamed, drooling pussy. She whimpers in pleasure as her fingers saw in and out of her gash. Her secretions drip onto the block.

Thirty Two. Thirty five. Four thousand.

Turning, Marion climbs down onto her hands and knees. Her elbows rest on the block. Her rump faces the audience. Many are able to reach her now. Fingers of half a dozen men play with her slit and asshole while she squeezes her breasts and moans lustily.

Most bidders are out now. Four and a half thousand. Five thousand.

Marion screams as an orgasm rips through her. Her body flexes rhythmically. Her legs turn to jelly. The men relentlessly finger her. Many get close just to dip their fingers in her and taste her flavor.

The bidding stops at six thousand. Slumping over the block, Marion seems ready to pass out from pleasure. Yet people keep touching her. Despite her exhaustion, she wriggles her hips without even looking back to see who's molesting her. A minute passes like this with no more bids, and she's sold to the adorned man with the scimitar. Marion doesn't even see to whom. It doesn't matter. She's a piece of property now, and she will be for the rest of her life. Her wants and opinions are forever unimportant.

The slavers drag her off the stage. Her legs are like jelly. Her new owner pays for her and discusses with two men dressed like soldiers. She's too lost in her post-orgasmic bliss to pay attention. They slap shackles on her, which Marion obediently accepts, then they take her off toward the docks.

The oread slavers catch up with you afterward and tosses you a pouch. The coin is remarkably heavy. "Your cut."

"Thank you," you reply.

He looks you over appraisingly and grunts. It's the grunt of a man who realizes he might have misjudged someone. "You find any more slaves. you bring them here." He glances at Euna.

"I will," you say. The slaver departs to tend to the auction. You turn to Euna. "So. Shall we leave before we get robbed?"

"I can't believe we just did that," she says. "Will she be okay?"

"Sure. it's what she wanted."

"It's what we talked her into. Hold on. I want to talk to the person who bought her." Euna pulls you along to the back where the slaves are handed off. The adorned man is still there. "Excuse me, Good Sir?"

He turns and looks her up and down. "Yes? Who are you?"

"My name is Euna. We're the people who put that girl up on the block."

"Ah. It is my pleasure to meet you, Young Lady. I am General Radomir, commander of the line for King Alhazhad's first legion." He bows magnificently.

Euna curtsies in turn. "If I may so inquire, what do you plan to do with the girl?"

"You may inquire. I will answer your question as a courtesy. It is my responsibility to both train and look after the king's soldiers. I provide pleasure women to relieve built up lusts of my men."

"My friend will take her back to our homeland. There's a nunnery that will take her in my absence. I've already seen to it that they'll be paid dues to take her. My friend will make sure she gets to them safely.

"You're sending her to a nunnery?" Euna asks. "Is that... best for her?"

"It's the best I can do. I already know she won't like it, but she'll adjust. They'll take care of her, give her an education. She'll be safe."

"They'll also indoctrinate her," Euna says. "She won't have any other future except what they want for her."

"I know this," he replies, "but she's also a young girl without anyone to look after her or any coin to her name. I wish there was another way."

He sighs. "I already know she won't like this, but it's the best I can do for her. They'll look after her and give her an education. She'll be safe."

"It's not a simple thing," he says. "If you're not invited, you can't come. If you have to ask for an invitation, the answer will be no. I had connections within the city for decades before the council extended an invitation to me."

"A shame," Euna says.

"Don't be so sad," he replies. "I wish I had never taken their offer."

"She...doesn't know. Not the details. The foolish girl is not taking this matter as seriously as she should, and I couldn't risk her telling others. Thrice now she's snuck out of the house for her antics, as though she doesn't realize the elders might take her away to ensure her delivery. Just the other day, she jested about turning herself into the sorceress early just to get it over with. Foolish girl."

He sighs and stokes his smoking pipe. "Ever since we came here, Marion has been infatuated with this city. It's instilled in her its cultural ways unbecoming of our upbringing."

"Do you mean her promiscuity?" Euna asks.

"Err. Yes. I admit I knew of this city's proclivities when I moved here. I knew they would affect her. At the time I didn't see a problem with it. Now I'm worried she'll be reluctant to return to her old life."

"What if she doesn't go along with the plan?"

"She will. I'll make sure of it. This is for her own good."

"Yes, why?" Euna asks. "It seems like... well, a joyous place to live."

"Oh, of course! You'd have to be fool not to want to live here," he says. "Everyone has heard the rumors. No work, no strife, only pleasure. And no one ever grows old." He flaps his hand. "I always figured half of it was rubbish. Never growing old? Pah. If that were possible, people would have found out how centuries ago. But I had seen the city. I've seen all the young bodies frolic about. I didn't know about youth, but the city has its draw. I thought, 'why not?'

"My wife–Marion's mother–had passed. It was time for a change. Neither of us had anything keeping us to our old home, so we packed up and moved.

"It turns out it's true. Everyone is young here. Once a month, the council gives out an ambrosia to drink. I was young again within weeks. Truly amazing.

"It was only after I had lived here for months that I learned about the price. A sorceress in the mountains supplies the city with the ambrosia, but once every season, the city must select someone to hand over to the sorceress to satisfy her sadistic needs."

"Of course, they wait until I've already long committed myself and my daughter to living here before telling me this. The city keeps this secret guarded so closely that to utter it to an outsider is a death sentence."

"It's by lottery," he explains. "At the start of each season, the city holds a festival before the palace. Everyone in the city writes their name upon a stone and tosses it into a cauldron. At the end of the night, one stone is drawn out by a council elder. Whoever's stone comes out is the one who is selected. They have the rest of the season to tie up their affairs and enjoy the last of their free life, but at season's end, they must give themselves up to the sorceress."

"Good, Lord, you haven't heard?" He fidgets. "No, I suppose you wouldn't have. Everyone around here already knows of the sorceress's vile, depraved hunger. She's a sadist and a monster of the worst possible kind. Those sent to her become victims to slake her cravings. Their deaths are long and miserable, if they're lucky enough to die. They say some live for years in sexual agony."

"Sexual agony?" Euna asks.

"Yes. Depraved, isn't it? To think there are some in this town who actually believe it's a privilege to answer her summons. They're blinded by her beauty." He shakes his head. "Those poor souls are driven by their own wants. If they listened to even half the rumors about her, they'd forget such nonsense notions."

"Because I'm out of options. My daughter was selected at the start of this festival. Come season's end, she'll have to hand herself over to this sorceress. I cannot allow this. So I've made arrangements with an old friend of mine to book her passage from here. He's a captain of his own merchant ship, but unfortunately he has a schedule to keep. He's leaving tomorrow at noon whether Marion is with him or not, and there won't be another window for me to get Marion off this land in time.

"I know it's an imposition, but will you smuggle my daughter out of the city tomorrow morning? I will pay you. Gold is of no use in this town, but as outsiders, I know you have use for it."

"Because I'm being watched." He grimaces. "I mistakenly spoke out against her selection. I made rather pointed remarks about what I think of the lottery system. And now the council has heard rumor that I'm trying to get Marion to safety. They have their damn eyes on me at every hour of the day. ...skulking outside my house. ...following me whenever I leave. They won't leave me alone! This of course means I can't even get near the front gates. The guards won't let me leave."

"What about your servants?" Euna asks.

"Pah! They're harassed as much as I am, but you two... You're strangers. No one would bat an eye if they saw you near the gate with a robed servant. If I make a show tomorrow of heading into town, all eyes will be on me. It'll give you an opportunity to get Marion to safety."

"Yes," says Euna. "Won't the city come after you?"

"I expect they will," he says. "They will come down harshly on me for breaking their blasted tradition, but to hell with them. They can do as they wish to me, but they can't have my daughter."

"Why don't you escape too?"

"I may try after Marion is well and gone, but I doubt I'll have the chance. Whether I get away or not, I face a dark path, but so long as my daughter is safe, I accept my fate."

"Yeah, you're right." She looks back at the people gathered outside the house. "Could you come with me?"

"Why?" you ask.

"Just to face my father. Please, just don't tell him what happened."

"Of course," Euna says.

"Thank you." With that, you all walk toward the house together.

When the men see her, several rush up. One who steps forward is dressed in simple, but well-made finery, possibly a house slave or a trusted caretaker. "My Lady, are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Marion replies.

"Go inside now. Your father is worried sick. Who are these people?" He looks from her to you.

"They walked me home. They're okay."

"Are they? Who have you been consorting with, Marion? You don't know who these people are."

"They're my friends, Rashid."

"Hmm." Rashid eyes you.

Before he can respond, a short man rushes out of the manor. He hurries to Marion and hugs her dearly. Then pulls away and glares at her. "Marion. Where the hell have you been?"

"I'm sorry, Father."

"You're disheveled. What happened to you?"

"I'm fine."

"What have you been up to?" He eyes you and Euna. "Did these people take advantage of you?"

"No, father. They just came to make sure I got home safely. They didn't do anything to me."

You and Euna exchange glances.

The man scrutinizes both of you closely. "Are you from out of town?"

"Yes," says Euna. "I'm Lady Euna, from the far away land of Ruthgar. This is my manservant." companion."

She curtsies. You bow.

"Far away, hmm? I am Lord Dalmat. I thank you for looking after my daughter. She likes to act out and play the truant. Please. Come inside. I'd like to thank you properly over a drink."

"We'd love to," Euna says.

He waves for you to come with him. To his daughter, he says, "You will go upstairs to your room where you will stay. I will have that window of yours boarded up."

"Father, I wasn't—"

"No. Go now. Not another word."

"Yes, Father." Marion scurries into the house.

Dalmat leads you inside to a parlor room filled with warm colors and draperies. It smells of deep-rooted odor from years of tobacco smoking. Rashid serves drinks and departs.

Dalmat settles into an oversized chair and starts a pipe of tobacco. "Thank you again for looking after my daughter. She's become quite a handful these last years."

"It was our pleasure," Euna says. "She's a sweet girl."

"Sweet. Yes. Her affections have gotten the better of her. She mingles with our fellow townsfolk and their ways. She thinks I don't know, but I do. I'm beginning to think it was a mistake for us to ever move to Cockaigne."

"It's simple. You'll stay here for the night. Tomorrow morning, you'll walk Marion out the stables. I'll arrange for two horses to be ready and available to you. Take Marion out the gates and ride south until you reach the beach. There should be a ship waiting off the coast. They'll send a boat to shore once you signal them. That's it. As long as you arrive before noon, everything should be fine. Will you do it?"

Euna pipes up before you can speak. "Yes. Of course we'll help."

Dalmat's melts with relief. "Excellent. Thank you. Please, stay here for the night, enjoy our hospitality." He rises. "Rashid? Rashid, get in here."

The slave returns.

"See to it that our guests are made comfortable for the night." Dalmat faces you. "I must make arrangements, and... say goodbye to my daughter. I'll see you in the morning." With that, he departs.

Rashid provides you with a suite on the second floor. You and Euna dine privately as members of society: sitting at a table, remembering manners, eating fine foods.

"And so everyone is forever young," she says. "What a strange society this is."

"What I wonder," you say, "is where does this ambrosia come from? Have you heard of such a thing before?"

"Never. It's a fascinating idea though, to forever be young and beautiful."

"Would you take it?"

"Who wouldn't?"

"Even if that meant you might one day be picked to be the sorceress's next victim?"

"Everyone must die. Besides, my inner masochist is curious just what this sorceress would do to me."

"I might if it weren't for the price. A lottery to decide sacrifices? It reminds me of idol worshippers in the far kingdoms. Barbaric."

"You seemed quick to spare Marion of this fate. This isn't really our trouble, wouldn't you say?"

"It seems only proper we help the girl," Euna replies. "Especially given how we ravaged her. We owe them."

"I'd hardly say we ravaged Marion."

"No, I suppose we didn't, did we?" Her eyes twinkle, "but I'm sure that's how Marion would describe it. I think it makes it more exciting for her."

After dinner you both retire to an extravagant bedroom with a canopy bed. Euna writhes upon its silken sheet. "Oh, I miss this," she murmurs, but a realization comes to her. "But we only have one bed."

"This couch will do fine for me." You sit upon a fainting couch at the foot of the bed.

"Are you sure?"

"You're the royalty."

She accepts this. "Thank you. At least take from my sheets and pillows."

After some exchanges, you both settle in for the night.

After dinner you both retire to a large canopy bed with silken sheets. Euna strips down to her chemise and sprawls upon the bed. "Oh, I miss this," Euna murmurs. "Come. Enjoy this bed with me."

After extinguishing the lamps, you join her beneath the covers.

After dinner you both retire to a large canopy bed with silken sheets. Euna strips naked and writhes upon the bed. Her hands caress over her body as she revels in the comfort. "Oh, I miss this," Euna murmurs. She holds a hand out to you, and you join her upon the bed.

Go to sleep.

Euna examines the bottle with you. It's only half full.

"Good thing we have a second horse."

"Typically, they are sold to the next available town. However, if they do not sell, which is often the case with more worn out pleasure girls, then we hold performances starring those girls where the men are allowed to relieve their pent up frustrations upon her in whatever way the men desire."

"Does she survive?"

"Usually not. If they do, the physicians heal her, and then the performances is repeated until she doesn't."

He sees Euna's aghast expression. "I see you're concerned for your old property. Do not worry yourself. I'm sure your girl will not be disposed for decades to come, if ever. Some women spend so long with the soldiers, they grow attached. A few have even adopted different rolls in my army besides a pleasure girl. One was famous for her comforting bedside manner. She's spending her sunset years serving as a bedmaid in an infirmary. Others like her are sometimes purchased by officers who don't wish to see them disposed of. They serve now as maids in our military citadel; quite an honor."

"And you think my girl will end up like that?" Euna asks.

"Something tells me she will become more than just a common pleasure girl. Few slaves advertise themselves on the block like that."

"That is good to hear."

"She will serve for as long as the men go to her tent. For most girls, that's a few years. Eventually, they wear out, the men lose interest in them, or they become too much trouble than they're worth.

"Most girls resist, and then they resign. That is what wears them down the most. But this girl will last longer. I've bought others like her before. They have spirit. They thrive where others whither.

"I expect she will last decades. Most other girls like her still pleasure my legions to this day. Some are favorites of the men. Some to officers. Though she will still wear down eventually. Pleasuring takes its toll."

"I buy pleasure girls for every five hundred soldiers."

Euna's eyes widen. "They pleasure hundreds a day?"

"No, no," he says. "Many don't use their services. Less popular girls may only service ten or twenty men a day. Her, however, I expect will pleasure many more. Her appearance and attitude will attract them. She may pleasure as many as fifty men a day."

"Oh my," Euna says. "Every day for the rest of her life?"

"Of course, the obvious exceptions are days when we have the girls hold special performances. Or when the men are drunk with victory. They're particularly virile then."

"Oh," he waves this off. "I couldn't begin to recount all the sorts of performances they've given. Sometimes the girls dance for the men. Or they're made to pleasure each other, or sometimes beasts, or monsters. Sometimes the girls get pregnant despite our physicians efforts, and we'll make a show of the birth, or the abortion. After one such show pregnancy, we gave the girl a litter of puppies to breastfeed in place of her child. Once they became full hounds, we had a show of coupling the hounds to the girl. Sometimes we put the girls into stockades while the soldiers pissed upon her. I recall a few of those shows where the soldiers pelted the girls with shit. They rubbed it into her body and kept her locked up until maggots wormed through the muck.

"Oh, I see," Euna says. "Thank you for sharing."

"They are treated as necessary. They are provided the same meal provisions as the soldiers, although they are rationed to two meals instead of three, considering their smaller frame and less strenuous occupation.

"Each day, the girls are guaranteed a minimum of four hours a day to themselves to use for sleep and cleansing."

"She'll be entertaining men for twenty hours a day?" Euna asks.

He nods. "Only at a maximum. Many women work less in a day if no men require pleasure from them, but this girl will not be one of them. I know she will be popular for years."

"And she gets any days off?"

He snorts. "Of course not. Although if she's injured or sick, the physicians may prescribe limitations on her duty, but only if absolutely necessary."

"How rough are the soldiers?"

"They are forbidden from hurting the girls, except during special performances. However, if she misbehaves or steps out of line, her living conditions can be made worse. Also, she may face flogging, or stockades, or be forced to perform degrading performances to entertain the men. And if she goes twelve or more hours in a day without servicing men, she is punished. This is to encourage her to entice the men. If she continues to underperform, then she's disposed of."

Four cafre stand guard before before a giant stone door. Unlike the other cafre you've seen, these pig monsters are relatively clean... relatively. Their bottom halves are still coated in muck, and flies buzz about them.

"What on earth are those?" Marion asks.

"Those are cafre," Euna says.

"Oh God, they smell awful."

"You should have seen the ones we saw the other day," you say. "These ones are practically bathed compared to them."

Euna nods. "Yes, but still, this sorceress has an Interesting choice of guards."

The horses whinny and fight as you near.

"We should leave the horses here," you say. "I don't think it's wise to let the horses near to them."

Euna nods. "Agreed."

You find a nearby tree sticking out from a crop of rocks and tether the horses down. The cafre watch from a distance. On foot, the three of you approach the main gate. By the time you're within talking distance of the cafre, the stench is unbelievable. All wear uniforms which are nothing more than tattered loin cloths cinched with rope. Their potbellies fold over the waistbands. Though one wears a tunic. He seems like the captain, or at least the highest rank here.

That one steps forward and growls "What do you want, squishies?" He's densely covered in dense bristle fur, which partially covers his marble black eyes. His tufted boar ears flap at the buzzing insects. His tusks stick up from his furry snout.

"We're here to deliver a girl to the sorceress on behalf of the town," You gesture to Marion.

"Huh? Again?"

"Yes, I know you weren't expecting one until season's end. We came early."

"Err. Why early?"

"Are we not allowed?"

This confuses the cafre. They look at each other, exchange a few grunts and snorts. "Where's the normal squishy?"

"He sent us? Does it matter? Can't anyone drop a girl off?"

They confer a while longer. "Fine. Follow."

Turning, he pushes open the massive door as though it were nothing and lumbers into the dark. You follow him through black marble hallways. Another cafre takes the rear. Your footsteps echo in the silence.

"Is this place empty?" Euna whispers. "There's no one here."

"Maybe the sorceress likes her privacy."

"Maybe. This place makes me uneasy."

The Cafre arrives at another large door made, this one made of oak. Inside is a massive room with pillars, and a roof nearly four stories above with a massive domed skylight. At the end, the floor raises, and there is a throne, if it could be called that.

A young, naked girl is laying on her back, blindfolded and gagged. Her legs are pulled up to her chest such that her rump points upward. Her arms are out to either side for support, not that she could move. Numerous ropes around her legs and chest hold her in that position. Several tie to steel rings inset in the marble.

An ornated wooden chair is fastened on top of her, except it lacks and legs. The seat sits upon the back of the girl's thighs. The back is strapped to her calfs. She is the support. The chair, and anyone sitting upon it, will put their full weight upon the girl, crushing her legs into her chest. With it's thickness giving height to the seat, it must weigh quite a lot. Furthermore, a wooden phallus protrude from under the seat and burrows deep into the girls pussy. It's hard to tell how long it is given that most of it is buried, but there's much left to penetrate if given enough weight.

"Oh my..." Euna says.

"Look at that," Marion replies. "Oh God. I... I wish I were her."

"She's here even though the sorceress isn't around. How long do you think she stays like that?"

You shrug. "They must clean her and feed her eventually."

The captain directs you before the throne, then lumbers off behind the pillars to the side, where he pulls a long rope hanging from a gap in the ceiling. A deep bell resonates through the throne room. He returns and stands behind you.

He growls. "Kneel!"

All three of you drop to your knees. The cafres kneel too.

It's there you wait for nearly twenty minutes before the sound of footsteps comes clacking down from a side hallway.

And a woman strides in. You weren't sure what to expect, but you're certain this is the sorceress. After what you've heard of her beauty, it must be. This woman has the most stunning features. Her wavy black hair creates a wild mane that flows down her shoulders. Her dark olive skin hasn't a single blemish.

Her beauty rivals even Euna, though she is far more imposing. In her bare feet, she'd stand a head over both of you, but she wears high heeled slippers, making her tower over. She seems almost a giant with impossibly long legs. Other than her shoes, she wears an embroidered silk robe intricately embroidered. It's nearly transparent, and would show off her body if she'd bothered to cinch it. As it is, it billows behind her as she walks, exposing her full breasts and her dark nipples. Between her legs, a neatly trimmed triangle of black fur points down to her pussy. Whereas Euna has a dainty slit, the sorceress's labia has impressive, thick lips which would hungrily hug a cock. A small silver chain is draping from her pussy, though you don't get a good glance at it.

She sits upon her throne and crosses her legs. The poor girl crushes beneath her. The phallus digs into the girl's snatch. She whimpers through her gag.

The sorceress looks upon each of you in turn. She pays particular attention to Euna. When she looks upon you, she sneers and moves on.

Hurtful, but whatever.

She speaks. "Yes? What is this?"

"They brought a girl, Mistress," the cafre says. "From the town."

The sorceress frowns. "Another? I haven't yet finished enjoying those twins, and you send more. Weeks ahead of my deadline. Why?"

"The girl wanted to come now. The town doesn't know we're here."

"The town wanted to show it's grace by sending her earlier."

She blushes deeper. "I just... Last year I was walking home, and there was a group of men. They were all drunk and they were throwing steins around. When they saw me, they laughed and told me to come. I didn't. I tried to run, but they caught me. I was so scared, and they did things to me. They kept me for hours before finally letting me go. I was so glad when I finally got back home.

She continues. "But then I couldn't stop thinking about it. I know I should have remembered it with such dread, but I didn't. Every time I'd think about it, I'd get so scared, and so... wet. I'd dream about running into those men again.

"I started taking longer routes when I'd walk home at night. The first couple of times I found a group of rowdy boys, I got scared and ran away. They didn't even notice me.

"Then one time I was walking home late at night after picking things up for my mother. I wasn't even thinking about it when I turned a corner and stumbled right into a group of boys. Before I knew it, they were tearing my clothes off, and oh... the things they did to me. I've never cum so hard in my life.

"Ever since then, I've never had cold feet about it. I'm always wondering around at night. I learned that the gardens are the best place to get caught."

"And that satisfies you?" Euna asks.

"Yeah. Though they're never as rough as they were that first time. I wish they were. But nowadays I hardly get a chance at all. My father keeps me inside all the time."

"I guess so. I like it when the men just do what they want."

"But what if they get too rough with you?" Euna asks. "What if they make you do something you don't want to do? How would you stop them?"

She shrugs. "I couldn't, and sometimes they do, but I guess I kind of like that. I know it's strange, and dangerous."

Euna smirks. "Sounds fun."

Marion looks up, hopeful. "You actually think so?"

"I can see the appeal."

"Hmm," Euna says. "I've learned not to judge others, but you could get seriously hurt."

"I know." The girl looks dejected.

"Oh wow," Marion says. "You two really are from another land. Don't you know about the sorceress?"

"The who?" Euna asks.

"There's a sorceress who lives in the mountains. They say she's been around for centuries, and it's through her blessing that Cockaigne thrives as it does, but in return the town sacrifices people to her. They hold a festival every season where they select someone. I was chosen for this season."

"They're going to kill you?" Euna asks.

"No. Well... I don't know. Nobody knows what happens to those that go to the tower, but they say the sorceress is a sadistic woman with perverted tastes, and that all the sacrifices are to slake her vile cravings. But I don't think my father wants to send me. He keeps talking about sending me away to a nunnery across the ocean. And he keeps me home all the time so that the town elders don't take me away."

"Why would they do that?" Euna asks.

"I think they suspect that my father isn't going to honor the tradition. They've threatened to lock me up until it's my time."

"I was... uh." Marion stares at the ground. "I was just wondering around the gardens."

"What do mean?" Euna asks. "You were just out for a walk?"

"Yeah..."

"And you got attacked?" Euna says.

The girl's cheeks turn red.

"Were you looking to get attacked?" you ask.

Marion nods.

Euna's eyes widen. "What?"

"Not attacked really. Just... well, maybe. I just know that in the gardens, sometimes the men get drunk and forceful. I do it... for fun."

"Ever since I was selected, my father hasn't let me leave home for anything. It's like I'm a prisoner now. I'm not allowed to do anything or go anywhere, or see anyone. I've been sneaking out at nights, but nobody had noticed until now."

Euna sits back on her haunches and nods. "It was my pleasure," she says. A glistening mess is still upon her face.

"Now free the girl's hands," you reply.

Euna crawls around to the girl's head and carefully pulls the knot of her bindings.

Euna nods. She undoes the girl's bindings.

The girl sits up, rubs her wrists, then combs a hand through her tangled black hair. She looks around for her clothes, Euna hands the girl her knickers, and the girl slides them on, despite them being sodden with her own saliva. Then the girl takes her dress, unwrinkles it as best she can, and puts it on.

"What's your name?" Euna asks.

"Marion. Who are you two? You're not from around here, are you?"

"No," Euna says. "We're visiting nobles. My name is Euna, and this is my royal servant." traveling companion."

You bow. "A pleasure to meet you."

"Yeah. Thank you for untying me."

"You're quite welcome," Euna says. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Oh, sure. I'm fine. It happens. I uh... I need to be getting back home. It's late." She stands.

Euna gets up too. "Would you like us to walk you?"

This startles Marion. "I... okay. I suppose."

She leads you through the town, deep into the garden district where the houses are large and far removed from the festivities. She stops down the road from a manor. It seems like something is going on. People are out in front talking with each other. They seem on alert, and some have lanterns. After they talk, a few break off and hurry down streets with lanterns held high.

Marion ducks back behind the street corner. "Great," she says. "They're looking for me."

"Is that where you live?" Euna asks.

"Yeah."

"Why are they looking for you? How long ago were they expecting you home?"

"It's not that." Marion sighs. She hesitates before going on. "...I snuck out."

"Oh."

Some of the men pass. Marion hides from them. "I hoped I'd get back before anyone noticed. My parents are going to be so mad"

Both the girl and Euna startle at your words.

"Her bottom?" Euna asks.

"Yes," you reply simply.

"I'm... I'm not sure I'm ready to clean the mess after that."

It could could become messy, much more so than anything Euna has cleaned before, and this entire molestation is based on the premise of cleaning the girl.

"Very well," you say, "but I will still fuck her flower."

Euna backs up and makes way for you. "Of course," she says. "As you wish."

The girl startles at your words. Even Euna's eyes widen momentarily, but she backs up to make way for you. "Of course," she says. "As you wish."

You situate yourself before the girl. Lowering your breeches, you press the girl's legs tight against her chest and penetrate her ass no differently than the men had. Her battered asshole accepts your member begrudgingly. She cries out in pain. Not surprising given how sore her sphincter must be. Deep inside her, you can feel the sludgy mess left behind by her rapists. It's all been stirred up, and not all of it feels like cum.

You situate yourself between the girl's legs. Lowering your breeches, you lie on top of the girl and and penetrate her no differently than the men did. She winces in pain. Not surprising given how sore she must be.

As you fuck the girl, you fondle her breasts and body to your content. This is a tenderless act of getting your own end off. The girl is hardly a piece of meat for this, but from the way she gasps and arches her back, there's no doubt that this, and everything those men did to her, is what she wants, at least at some level.

After emptying your seed into her bowels, you pull off. The state of your crotch is more severe than any mess the girl had. Her bowels had been stirred up from such repeated violations, and a sludge of brown semen coats your cock.

Euna is considerably more hesitant to resume cleaning, but even the girl is watching her, waiting to see what she does. Crawling forward, Euna takes your cock into her mouth. Lips closed, she fellates your erection. The scum cleans away. Resting your hand on her head, you force her down on your cock a few times, eliciting a few gags. Her tongue continues its work all the while. Once your shaft is clean, she tongues away filth caked under the crown. She sucks away congealed clumps along the shaft's base.

Next, she turns her attention to the girl's anus, which is once again oozing filth. It still gapes from its most recent intrusion. One long dog lap, and the outside is clean. A pause, and Euna once again Euna fastens her mouth over the girls' anus. Another long, passionate kiss with a tonguing that leaves the girls shuddering. And then, Euna sucks. A moan escapes the girl's lips. When Euna is finished, she sits up and turns to you with a look of pride. She opens her mouth to reveal a pool of greasy brown cum. There on her tongue, a half-melted lump of shit. She swallows the swill down, gags, and then beams at you.

After emptying your seed into her, you pull off. Euna is quick to scurry close on her hands and knees. First, she first cleans you off. Resting your hand on her head, you force her down on your cock a few times, eliciting a few gags. She accepts this without reaction. Next, she returns to the girl's snatch and tongues away the new mess you've left for her. This cleaning goes much more quickly.

Euna freezes at first. The girl, however is already lifting her legs somewhat as though she expected Euna to go right at it, so Euna proceeds. With the girl's knees to her chest, her asshole is revealed to be red and puffy from repeated violations. It oozes brown-tinged cum.

Euna hesitates again and looks at you. "Are you sure?"

"I think it would be most kind," you say. "Think of what the girl has been through."

Euna looks back at the messy hole and pauses a long while before finally making up her mind.

Euna nods obediently and pushes the girl's legs up to her chest. Her asshole is red and puffy from repeated violations. It oozes brown-tinged cum.

She lowers her face between the girl's cheeks and gets to work. You get to an angle where you can see. She laps up all the mess, both brown and white, and pulls it into her mouth. Her tongue then circles about the girl's hole before stabbing in.

After a thorough cleaning, Euna goes one step farther and fastens her lips about the girl's asshole and seems almost to give it a loving kiss. It's hard to tell just how deep her tongue is probing, but the girl shudders sensually from the attention.

Finally, the girl's sphincter is clean, and Euna pulls away.

"Of course." "I... I suppose it would be a nice gesture." Euna circles around to between the girl's legs. Getting on all fours, she laps her tongue along the ropes of cum strung along the girl's thighs.

"It's okay," the girl says. "I don't really need to be cleaned."

Euna just pushes her legs wider.

"Just let her work," you say. "I think after the ordeal you just endured, you deserve to have some tender treatment."

"Okay..." The girl is bemused by all this. Since you haven't undone her bindings, she has little choice but to play along.

Euna is like a kitten as she cleans away all the cum upon the girl's skin, until she reaches the girl's snatch. Her tongue out to tease the puffy folds of the girl's labia. Then she digs in, licking and sucking up cum. Any apprehension the girl had disappears. She presses her feet into the ground, lifting her butt up as Euna's mouth works its magic upon the girl, but all too soon, the girl's snatch is clean, and Euna can only give so much attention there under the pretense of cleaning the girl.

She turns her attention to the cum ropes upon the girl's belly, and then her breasts, and her legs. The girl is pretty much clean.

Euna takes cover while you run up to the men. "Hey. Stop!"

The thrusting stops. Everyone looks at you. It would be a one-sided fight.

"Who the hell are you?" one asks.

"I'm the man who's going to get the watch if you don't stop this now."

"She likes it," another says. He points to the girl. Gagged, she's watching you with wide-eyes of wonderment. "We do this to her all the time," the man adds.

"Well, you're not doing this today."

The men exchange glances. "Whatever. We've all had a turn already. Let's get back to the festival." The men walk off.

The one who was thrusting into the girl cranes to look about. "Wait. I'm not done."

"We'll find another girl. This pricks ruined the mood."

The thruster staggers up and redoes his trousers. He glares at you with icy death as he passes. Soon, the men are gone.

That went better than expected.

Euna rushes over from where she was hiding and kneels by the girl. She pulls out the girl's gag, revealing them to be a pair of knickers.

"You want them to ravage me?" she asks.

"Would it even be a ravaging?" you reply.

After thinking, she grins. "I suppose not." With that, she heads down the alley and addresses the men. "Excuse me. If you men are looking for someone to have your way with, why not me?"

The men look. Leering grins come over their faces. "What's this boys?" one says. "Another one? These women are just begging for it."

"Get her!" Another says.

Euna doesn't fight as they grab her arms and yank her down the alley. She stumbles, falling into the chest of another man. He pushes her back toward the others. Back and forth they toss her. Meanwhile, the man fucking the girl doesn't slow.

Two men grab Euna by either arm and hold her spread out. Another feels her body, running his hands along her breasts and sides. She's helpless to stop him. Both fear and excitement are in her eyes. He yanks her bodice down, revealing her tits. Her chest heaves with arousal. He takes each of her nipples in his mouth in turn, twisting and biting. Another man comes up behind and yanks down her skirt. Freeing his cock, he pressed up behind her and forces himself into Euna's hot, dripping passage.

The man fucking the young girl finishes and rolls off.

"Hey," says someone. "Stack them up."

The man fucking Euna stops momentarily. The ones hold her arms throw her down on top of the girl, face to face. They stare into each other's eyes, as though trying to read one another, but then a man climbs between their spread legs and forcefully fucks Euna. She cries out. Her body rocks on top of the girl. After several thrusts, the man switches and fucks the girl instead. She squeals. He goes back and forth between the two.

"Hey," one yells. "Show each other some love."

Euna hugs the girl tightly. She showers her with kisses along her neck down to her bruised and puffy breasts. The girl moans. She lowers her tied hands over Euna's head to embrace her, and they lock lips long and passionately. When Euna pulls away, she's tugs out the girl's gag using her teeth. They're panties, most likely the girl's, and they're soaked with saliva. Dropping them to the side, Euna again loses herself in a long kiss with the girl.

All the while, men take turns fucking the two. Soon, both girl's pussy's are sodden messes. The next man decides to spear Euna's asshole. She moans and pushes back as her anus accepts him. As he sodomizes her, she holds the girl to her chest, letting the girl hungrily suck each of her ample tits.

Soon, each man has had a go. Euna's efforts didn't spare the girl that much after all, but the girl doesn't seem to have minded. The men pull up their breeches, gather themselves and depart.

When you approach, Euna is still caressing the girl. Seeing you, she remembers herself and corrects her bodice.

"I guess that didn't work out the way I hoped," she says.

"You made a good effort though," you reply.

The girl is glancing nervously between you two. Euna pulls her skirt back on, then kneels by the girl's head.

"Wait?" she asks. "Are you sure?"

"I can't fight those men. Besides, look." You point out the cum splattered in the girls hair and upon her chest. "Several of the men have already had their go. It may be the best we can do for the girl."

"Okay..." Euna says.

You and Euna find a hiding spot and watch. When the man fucking the girl finishes, he gets up, revealing the state of her nethers. It's red and enflamed, and awash with cum. Her trimmed triangle of pubic hair is matted. Her asshole looks equally ravaged. Her thighs are slick with smeared cum. Indeed, several have already had a go.

The next man mounts her as though she were a common animal. With one savage thrust, he forces himself inside her. Oddly, the girl raises her hips to meet him. You notice that although the girl's face is messed with dirt cum streaks, she hasn't been crying, nor does she have any cuts or bruises, besides ones on her breasts. She never struggled.

When this man finishes, another takes his turn, and another. It's barbaric to watch, but with each man, it becomes more clear that the girl might not be as forced as Euna suspects. When one man slaps the girl's face repeatedly, she whimpers into her gag.

Finally, no one takes the last man's place. The group depart the alley, leaving the girl tied up and alone.

The moment the men are out of view, Euna darts from the hiding spot and kneels by the girl. She pulls out the girl's gag, revealing them to be a pair of knickers.

"It's okay. It's okay," she says. "You're safe now."

"Are you going to take advantage of me?" the girl asks.

"No. No," Euna reassures her.

The girl chews her lip. She looks furtively from Euna to you. Shyly, she asks, "Are you sure?"

Euna blanks. "What?"

"If you promise to let me go afterward, I'll let you do whatever you want to me."

"No," Euna says. "We'll let you go now." She reaches for the girl's bindings. The girl pulls away.

"Euna," you say. "I think she wants you to."

Baffled, Euna looks from you to her. "Are you.. You're saying that was consensual?"

The girl blushes. She watches you and Euna with nervous enticement.

"Well, Euna? How about it? It seems she's at your mercy."

"Actually Euna. Clean the poor girl up. With your tongue."

"Just untie her."

Down a dark alley, a group of men have surrounded a young girl who's laying upon her back. She's naked, revealing a dusky lithe body with small plum breasts. Around her dark brown nipples are numerous bite marks and bruises. Her hands are tied above her head with what looks to be her dress. Her mouth is gagged, though you're not sure with what.

One man is laying upon her with his pants at his knees. He's thrusting clumsily between her legs. The others stand around, laughing, leering, and stumbling drunk. They drink from tankards, and some occasionally spit beer onto the girl. She turns her face away, but with a man on top of her, it's all she can do.

"Oh Lord!" Euna says. "They're ravaging her!"

It seems that way. With her mouth gagged, she can make no noise. Her head is turned to the side and her eyes are closed as though she's resigned herself to endure this. Though from the looks it, they're almost done. Cum is splattered in her hair from previous ravagings.

"We should do something!" she says.

"I'll see what I can do."

"Yes, we should. You should offer yourself to the men instead to spare the girl."

"We'll wait until the men finish, and then help the girl."

"Very tolerant," she says.

"Really?" You pick up a stalk of nettles by its base and wave it before her. She watches you, waiting to see what you do with it. Gently, you brush the leaves along her collar bone. No reaction. Lowering the sprig, you stroke it along her exposed cleavage. Her flinches are hardly detectable.

"Interesting," you say, "but that doesn't really prove anything."

"What would convince you?" she asks.

"Take off your bodice."

"Here?" She glances about.

"There's no one around."

After hesitating, Euna looses her bodice and slides it off. Next, she pulls down the neck line of her chemise and fishes out both of her breasts. She glances about again before proffering them to you.

"Quickly now," she whispers.

She tugs off her bodice and exposes her breasts.

You rub the leaves along her flesh and tease her nipples. She winces, but says nothing. Going further, you slap the branch across her breasts. She gasps, both in pain and surprise, but then she bites her lip.

"It burns," she says.

"Too much?"

For a moment, she seems about to concede, but then she hefts her breasts, holding them out as though inviting you to do more. Already, her breasts are red and enflamed.

You flick the branch against her again and again, sometimes right across her nipples. She winces, but never relents. Her breath grows heavy. Her breast are covered in dozens of small red bumps.

You go to flog her once more, and she pulls away. Her hands rub over her sensitive breasts.

"Enough?" you ask.

Euna looks at you and bites her lower lip. She grabs you by the breeches and pulls them both down and toward her. As you fall forward, she falls back until you are laying on top of her. Her legs wrap about you. Her skirt falls about her waist. She frees your cock and directs it into her.

She's dripping wet. You slide in easily. Euna is in ecstasy. She kneads her tender breasts, her fingers brush the red, little bumps. In less than a minute, she's crying out in climax. You quickly follow.

Afterward, you lay together. You play your hand along her body. She shudders whenever your finger brushes her stings.

"I don't know what came over me," she said. "I've never felt like that from nettles before. Their stings have always been a nuisance."

"You've never used them in sex before," you reply.

"That's true, but it seems like a perversion to do so."

You shrug. Your fingers play over her nipples. "So what if it is?"

Smiling, she sighs. "That seems like your answer for everything. I'll never think of nettles again without thinking of this. If I stay with you long enough, everything in the world will warm my loins."

She sighs. "No, I suppose I never have. And now I'll never think of nettles again without thinking of sex. If I stay with you long enough, everything in the world will warm my loins."

"That sounds nice."

"It does, doesn't it?" she says. "We should get moving. The day is wasting."

"You don't want to savor this?"

"I'll be savoring it for hours, you fool. It will be late tonight before my breasts stop burning, but it's such a warming burn. All those years picking nettles for the other sisters... I never would have thought I'd savor it."

You and Euna get up. You pull up your breeches. Euna fastens her bodice over her tender breasts. The countless red bumps have only gotten more pronounced.

"Let's not," she says.

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"I'd be happy to," she says. "What do you want me to do?"

"Take off your clothes," you say.

She does so. "And now?"

You gesture to the dense field of nettles. "Show me how much you can take."

Grinning, she strolls into the nettles. The plants come up to waste height on her. Leaves brush her thighs and buttocks. Looking you in the eye, she walks over a plant such that it passes between her legs. The leaves stroke her labia. She shudders.

"Are you satisfied?" she asks.

"Not at all."

"Good." She sits back and crushes several plants beneath her ass. Reaching forward, she grabs a dozen nearby plants and hugs them to her chest. Stings pepper her front, especially her breasts. She rubs them over her body sensually. "And now?"

"Not yet."

She spreads her legs. Grabbing a fresh handful of nettles, she bends the plants down and mashes them between her legs, directly upon her pussy. She cries out as her most sensitive parts are peppered with stings, yet it's not enough. Next, she even folds her legs up to her chest so as to rub the plants between the globes of her ass. She whines in pain.

Finally, she lets go of the nettles and lays back. "And now?"

"Come here."

Rolling over, she stalks toward you through the nettles, like a tiger through the brush. Small red bumps cover her body, from her legs, up to her neck.

"Yes?" she asks.

You push her onto her back and spread her legs. You force your cock into her tender, puffy snatch. She wails in pain, but as you hammer her, she grabs armfuls of nettles and pulls them onto her body like a blanket.

She climaxes powerfully, and you spray your cum inside her.

Next, Euna sits down upon the plants and hugs them to her body. She grinds the leaves against her breasts and squeezes her legs about the bundle, peppering her thighs and pussy with stings.

Her hips gyrate against the plants until she's quivering in pain. With a pitched cry, she grinds the plants against herself in one final bout of ecstasy.

And she's done.

Later, as you two are relaxing, she's casually rubs nettle leaves upon her nipples.

"Oh, Lord. I burn everywhere," she says.

"Are you going to be okay?"

Leaning over, she takes your cock into her mouth and cleans it of any remaining cum. "What do you think?"

By the time you're both dressed, the skin around her red bumps has turned red and inflamed, yet she acts just fine. "Shall we move along?"

"Very well." Glancing around, she unfastens her bodice and yanks down her chemise, revealing her breasts. "Conduct your tests."

"Very well." She unfastens her bodice and reveals her breasts. "Conduct your tests."

You tease a stalk along her breasts. She winces, but keeps her chest jutted forward. You brush her nipples, causing her to gasp. When you slap the nettles against her, she cries out. "Ohh. Ooh. Okay. I think that's as much as I can take." She massages her breasts. They're red with small bumps.

"That wasn't much," you reply.

She grins. "I'm sorry. Maybe I should do it to you so you know how it feels."

"How does it feel?"

"It burns. Ooh." She rubs her breasts. "Now it's really starting to burn." She scrutinizes a few red bumps which are starting to form. "They're going to burn for hours."

"Regrets?"

"Hmm." She idly twists her own nipples. "No. It's a good kind of burn. They're so sensitive now. I'm going to be thinking about them the whole time." She tucks away her breasts. "It'll make today interesting. Shall we continue on our way?"

"Sure."

You tease the stalk along her tits. Euna twitches as minuscule barbs sting into her. Only when you brush her nipple does she make even the slightest facial expression. It seems her tolerance is indeed quite high.

Growing bold, you rub the full length of the stalk against her breasts instead of just end, and you don't stop until your sure you've covered every inch of her globes. Red bumps are appearing, yet she remains undaunted. Euna even pulls her bodice wide open, exposing her neck and belly, and you explore her body with the stem. By the time you're done, her torso is red, covered in countless little bumps. There isn't anywhere left to sting.

"Satisfied?" she asks.

"I guess you pass," you say. "How do you feel?"

She squeezes her breasts. "It burns. Deliciously so. I'll have my mind on it all day." She fastens her bodice back up. "Shall we continue on our way?"

"Sure."

Euna glances around mischievously. "Okay," she says.

As you collect some nettle stems, she kneels and unfastens her bodice. When you approach, she cups both her breasts and holds them out to you. You whip them. She flinches and moans. Again and again you bring the stems down on her flesh. Her globes turn bright red, bumps break out over them.

Gasping with pleasure, Euna sneaks one hand down her skirt and plays with herself while her other hand mauls her tender boobs.

She moans in pleasure, rolling back onto the ground. Her legs open to you now. Her fingers stab rapidly into her pussy.

You whip her thighs. Startled, she yelps. For a moment, it seems she's almost upset that you would whip her so close to her pussy, but a devilish look comes over her, and she spreads her legs wider. Her hands lay upon either thigh, leaving her snatch exposed. When you look at her, she gives you the slightest nod.

You tease the branch along her labia. She twitches at each little sting.

"More," she mutters.

You lash the stem between her legs. She cries out in pain. Her legs threaten to snap shut, but she resists. Even as tears form in her eyes, she holds herself open. "More."

You whip her again and again directly upon her slit. She cries openly, even as she moans. "Oh. Stop. Stop. Fuck me. Do it, please."

You fall upon her. Yanking your pants down, you stab inside her. She orgasms almost immediately. For minutes you ride her. She cries in pleasure the entire time. When you climax, she clutches you close as her pussy squeezes your cock.

Afterward, you both redress. Her breasts and thighs are puffy with stings, but she couldn't be happier.

"I think nettles have become my new favorite plant," she says. "If I ever get home, I'm going to plant them in the palace garden."

"You're not in pain right now?"

"Oh, I burn all over." She rubs her hands over her body. "but it's only turning me on. We should probably continue on before we get distracted again."

She spreads herself open, and you bring the stem down upon her pussy. She cries out. Her legs convulse. You bring down lash after lash, each one causes her to shudder.

"Don't stop," she breaths. "Harder." Euna moves her hands out of the way to give you full access to her inner thighs, she merely holds her knees, as though to prevent them from snapping shut.

From repeated lashing, her body trembles more and more until it seems to take her over. Her hand shoots to her clit, and she rubs furiously as her body undulates. She moans long and hard.

And then, limp.

"Have we reached your limit?" you ask.

"For today, yes." Still writhing, she feels between her legs and winces. An aftershock of pleasure courses through her. "I'll do better another day."

"Always striving for greatness," you reply.

"Of course."

Minutes later, she's up. Skirt is down, hiding her tender crotch, though her cleavage still shows numerous red bumps. Wincing, she feels herself again before finally straightening. "Let's get going."

You show her your arms. They're covered in tiny red bumps which tingle and burn.

She looks at you quizzically. "After what you just put me through, do you really think you have any right to complain?"

You look at her pitifully, and she softens. Bending, Euna kisses the bumps on your arms. "Better?"

"Much. Would you like like me to do the same?"

"No need," she replies. "I can cope with my pain."

"Toughen up," she says. "My sisters and I would have stings all up and down our arms. They'll go away in a few hours."

Euna bends close and plants kisses upon your arms. "Does that make it any better?"

"A little."

"Don't worry. They'll go away in a few hours. I've had to deal with much worse than that in my time."

"Just how bad have you had it before?"

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"Bad," she says. "Sometimes for punishments, the Mother Superior made us pluck the nettles alone. Not only did she not let us use gloves, she would make us strip down to our chemise."

"Interesting," you say.

"That's how I got so adept and plucking these without getting stung, but those first few times," she shivers. "I got stung everywhere. All along my arms, my neck, my legs, even a few on my bosom. Oh, how my skin burned that night, but I've gotten quite tolerant of nettle stings since then."

"Your bosom?"

She smirks. "Of course you focus on that detail."

"Let's see how tolerant you really are."

You come upon a field of stinging nettles hidden within the forest. They reach waist height.

"Be careful with these," you say. "They're stinging nettles."

"Are they?" She bends close to study one. Tentatively she brushes one with her pinky, then yanks her hand away. "They are! These are much taller than the ones by the convent."

"I did tell you to be careful."

"Oh, it's nothing. We used to collect these for soup. We wore gloves, but you'd still get used to the occasional sting."

"I see."

"We should collect some," she says. "They're very nutritious. You just have to mash them down and boil them first." Dropping to her knees, Euna uses the sleeves of her chemise as a cover as she yanking stems from the plants. Kneeling close, Euna carefully clips stems the plants using a sharpened rock.

"Are you just going to watch?" she asks.

Sighing, you get down and help her. Soon, you both have a pile of nettles which you're positive you're going to have to carry.

"There." Euna looks pleased with herself. "Now we have dinner for tonight."

"Nettles?"

"They're healthy," she insists.

"A decent idea," Euna says. "We were running low."

Together, you and Euna gather a bundle of nettles.

"If that is your wish," Euna dutifully lays down. Lifting her butt, she pulls her drawers down and off her feet. She then spreads her legs, puts her hands to either side of her sex, and pulls herself wide. "Your turn."

You take up her panties and use the fabric to carefully pluck a stem of nettles. Lining it up with her spread pussy, you push it into her. Euna flexes and twitches as it stings her, but she doesn't make a noise.

You take another stalk and press it inside her, then another, and another. Each one bends and folds, but you work it in, eventually shoving the tip inside using your fabric-covered finger.

Her pussy is dripping after half a dozen stalks disappear inside her. Her labia is red and puffy, with small red bumps.

She moans and bites her lip.

"Done?"

She shakes her head. "More." She pulls herself wider.

You stuff more inside her, until it becomes so packed that no more fit. Her labia doesn't close around the packed green inside her, but you're not done. Pushing her legs up to her chest, you expose her asshole. She already understands and pulls her ass cheeks wide. You first tease leaves around her delicate puckered hole, causing slight twitches. Then without warning, you violently jam a stem inside. She cries out, but that doesn't stop you. Stem after stem is forced inside her dry hole, scratching the flesh and lining it with stings. Tears are pouring down her face as she whines.

She yanks away from you. "Oh, Lord," she says, frantically rubbing her puffy clit. Despite her tears, it doesn't take her more than a few seconds before she's thrashing wildly. She cries out, and her entire body flexes.

Collapsing, she gasps for breath. Spasms still run through her.

"Good?" you ask.

She nods, panting. After she regains herself, she bears down, and the mush of nettles in her cunt and ass ooze out of her. With most of it evacuated, she inspects herself. Her cunt is raw. Her ass is covered in small scratches. Red bumps cover all her skin.

Euna touches herself tenderly and winces. "You were not kind."

"You didn't need kind."

She grins. "No, I didn't." Reaching inside herself, she pulls out the worst of the remaining nettles. She snatches her underwear from you and dons it. Standing takes her a while. She winces many times, but eventually makes it. She's clearly still in a lot of pain.

"Shall we go?" you ask.

"Let's," she replies, composing herself.

She moans, reaching back and pleasuring herself, effectively blocking you from putting any more inside her.

"Done?" you ask.

"Get me off. Fuck me. Please." She pulls her knees to her chest, exposing her asshole. In short order, your pants are down and you're pushing your cock into her anus.

As you fuck her, she grasps the bases of several stems inside her and slides them in and out, abusing her cunt with countless more stings. She winces in pain, nearly on the verge of tears, but she doesn't stop.

Soon, you reach your limit and fire off deep inside her. You both catch your breath, and then you get off her. She lays there recovering, casually playing with herself as she twitches and moans. After she settles down, she reaches inside herself and pulling stems and leaves out. After some fishing, she gets most of it. "That'll have to do," she says. "I think there are still a few leaves up there."

"Hope that's not a problem," you say.

She smiles. "With how much my nethers burn right now, I'll hardly notice." Snatching her underwear from you, she pulls them back on. She stands, winces, and clutches her crotch. "Ooh, I'm on fire. You can't ever say I don't have a good tolerance."

"No I can't."

She tries to yank away from you, but you hold her firm, ramming more and more nettles into her ass. After she's good an packed, you take another stem of nettles and wrap a nettle leaf about it with the stinging side facing outward. Euna watches you, eyes red.

You spread her pussy open and put the tip to her urethra. Euna groans and looks at you pleadingly. When you push it into her tiny hole, she thrashes away. You hold her down. She cries openly as you yank the stem in and out.

The nettle leaf get stuck inside her. You decide to get it out. The nettle stem isn't stiff enough, so you pick a twig off the ground. Pressing it into her urethra, you twist it back and forth working it inside her. She's crying openly and pulling away.

"What are you doing?" she cries.

"Just hold on," you say. "I lost a leaf up there. Need to get it back."

"Oh." Euna's voice is wobbly. The twig is still inside her. "Okay then. I guess you have to, don't you." She sniffs and steels herself. "Do whatever you have to. Just ignore me."

You work the twig in farther. Once it reaches the leaf, you carefully twist it out, causing Euna to scream from the scratches and stings. Back and forth you twist as Euna thrashes. Welled up blood emerges along the stick. Euna screams out in pain and ecstasy. Her body contorts.

Eventually the leaf emerges, and you pull it out.

You hold up it. "Almost lost this in there."

Euna is drained, her face tearstained. She manages a smile.

"More?" you ask.

She plays one hand over her clit. She hisses in pain but keeps going. After a shudder, she licks blood off her fingers. "Hmm. I'm not sure I can I think I'm satisfied with myself if you are. I'm going to have trouble walking as it is."

"Then let's clean up."

Euna bears down, pushing out a mush of nettles from her cunt and ass. With most evacuated, she inspects herself. Her cunt and ass are tender and puffy. Her urethra is bleeding. Red bumps cover all the skin of her crotch. Euna rakes her nails over her labia and hisses sensually at the pain. "You are a viscous man."

"...who knows exactly how you should be treated."

She smirks. Snatching her underwear from you, she puts it on and stands up slowly. It's clear she's still in a lot of pain, but she composes herself.

"Let's go," she says.

"I'm sure." She bears down, pushing out a mush of nettles from her ass and pussy. Sitting up, she inspects herself. Her pee hole is bleeding badly. Her cunt and ass are red and tender. Red bumps cover all the skin between her legs. She digs her fingers in her holes to hook out any remaining nettles. Cleaned out, she rubs her cunt, closing her eyes at the pain. She focuses especially on her ruined urethra. "You went easy on me."

"We have places to be."

"I suppose I don't have time to get off then."

"Nope."

"...and after all that delicious pain." Euna snatches her panties and pulls them on. Blood soaks the cloth. She delicately stands up, her legs quivering, but soon enough she composes herself. "Let's get going then."

Gasping for breath. she stares at you in astonishment. She was clearly ready to quit, but hearing your words brings a second wind into her. She spreads her legs, braces herself, and looks you in the eye. "Then do so. You did make this mess inside me after all. Don't you dare stop until you've cleaned me out." "My holes are yours to use. Do whatever you wish."

"That's my plan." You toss the twig aside and find another branch as thick as your thumb. It's covered in rough bark and sharp buds where smaller twigs broke off. Euna's eyes widen, but she merely spreads herself wider as you point the jagged tip at her cunt. You dig at the mushy mass of nettles inside her, only occasionally scraping her delicate walls. She twitches each time. But soon most of the mass is gone, and her lips have closed. Each time you stab in, you're scraping open her lips. Blood drips as you rake the stick along her vaginal walls, pulling out mashed nettles and stems. You're merciless as you force it farther inside her, scraping out more and more.

She's crying and screaming all over again, but soon enough you're done... only to start on her ass. This goes much worse for her as you force the stick through her small hole and try to scrape something out. Hardly anything is getting out.

You resort to holding her asshole open with a few fingers while ramming the stick in. Her sphincter tears up. The delicate walls of her rectum bleed. Little by little, you get some of the nettles out, usually by getting a part of a stem to poke out her ruined hole, and then you'd yank it out. Euna is convulsing in pain, shrieking each time your stick tears at her flesh. Shit, blood, and mashed leaves pile up beneath her bum.

Though much of the nettles end up getting pushed far up inside her, beyond her reach.

"I think that's the best I'm going to get," you say. "You can probably pass the rest in time."

Euna isn't responsive for a while. "Okay..." She curls up and clutches her damaged holes. She cries and sniffles for many minutes.

Eventually she calms down. She sits up and inspects herself. The fact that the nettles stung her is hardly a concern compared to the damage you did with your sticks. Her ass, cunt, and urethra are bloody messes. She gingerly pulls her holes one after another to look at the damage. It's bad.

"Feeling better?" you ask.

She nods. Sniffles. "That was intense, but thank you for not stopping."

You nod.

On wobbly legs, she gets up, fetches her panties, and pulls them on over her bleeding holes. Still exhausted, she grins. "I'll need a lot Fira's ointment tonight."

She's barely able to conceal her pain as she takes a few steps. "Where to now?"

"Sure."

You jam the twig farther up. Feeling it tip against the leaf, you torque it and scrape outward, trying to drag the leaf out with it. It fails, scraping her urethra badly. Euna screams in pain. You try again, stabbing it inside and trying to scrape the leaf out. No luck, but more blood wells from her urethra.

You stab again and again, scraping and raking. You might actually be getting it farther in there. Euna is sobbing open and begging. "Oh please. Ohhh. I don't think... I can take it. Please." She struggles with herself not to intervene. Her hands claw at her own legs for something to clutch, leaving marks.

"It's really stuck up there," you say.

She shakes her head. "No... Don't give up... Just ignore me..."

"I was planning to." You keep jamming the stick into her, raping her piss hole, hardly even concerned about the leaf anymore, though you do make sure to scrape the side as you pull out. With one final stab, you go particularly deep. She shrieks. When you pull the twig, the leaf pops out, bloody and pulped.

"Got it!" you say.

Covered in sweat, she smiles. Her eyes are tired. "Are you finished?"

"Yep. Get cleaned up."

"No. I'm going to help you get //all// the nettles out of you."

You begin coiling it about her ample tits. They're meaty enough that you need to lift the tit flesh to run the rope along the underside.

"What are you doing?" she asks coyly.

"I'm choking these beautiful breasts of yours."

"Have they misbehaved?"

"No, but maybe you have."

"Oh! Then don't hold back."

"I see. Then do your worst."

"Tighter," she says. "Much tighter."

When you aim next at her face, she props herself up. Eyes closed, she basks in it, letting it soak her face and hair. And finally, she catches the last of your dwindling stream in her mouth and swallows it down.

With the last drop spilled, she settles back and eyes you. "You should be ashamed of yourself," she says. "Do you know what would happen to you back home if you were caught urinating in your tsarivna's mouth?"

"I would never be caught, because you'd never tell."

"How would I be punished?"

Euna pulls her head away from the stream when you try this, though the last trickle splashes her chin.

She licks away the droplets on her lips. "Naughty fool..." she mutters.

You take out Lanx's climbing ropes.

"As you wish," Euna replies.

"As a matter of fact, I do." Euna shuts the door, closing you in together. Only the sunlight through the shack's crooked slats provides any light in this dark room.

"Will I now?" Euna asks.

"Yes, you will."

"Again with these orders..."

She shimmies out of her clothes and tosses them to you to hold. "You will stand guard."

"Yes, your highness." You hang her cloths on a nail hammered into the side of the shack.

She shimmies out of her clothes and hangs them from a nail hammered into the side of the shack.

Each seat is splattered with droplets of piss. Euna seems reluctant to sit on any of them.Euna sneers as she studies each of them.

"I think I've told you all of them," Euna says, "but I can tell you a story again. I know you suspected me of embellishing before."

"Tell me again about Kseniya the Charitable."

"Who do ye think they are, boy? Slavers. Pirates."

"Yes, but what kind of slavers? Where do they come from? Who do they sell slaves to? Where do they get there slaves?"

"Those are a lot of questions."

"Fine. I guess my question is: Tell me about the slavers."

"That's not a question, boy. That's more of uh... an inquiry."

"Okay. That's my inquiry."

"Fine. They're slavers. The cove makes a good meetin place for tradin away trinkets and slaves, and the mountains hide it. I don't know how it started. The cove was already runnin when I first pulled into port. You'll never see a more mixed company in all the lands: humans, goblins, wilds, anyone wantin to trade. The only like you won't see are the lawful type."

"Goblins?" Euna asks. "Those little, savage folk."

"Aye. No one trades slaves like the goblins. They fancy slave girls, for no one has a lust like they do."

She shudders. "And the cove allows this?"

"They encourage it, girl. Ever thought about fucking goblins? Quick as rabbits, but they come in groups."

"No, thank you."

The man laughs. "Suit yourself."

Euna bites back a reply.

"Of course not, boy. You'd think I'd give something like that away? I earned it."

"Can you help us get one of our own?" you ask.

"No. I told you, boy. You'll never get one. You're not a pirate. You're not a slaver. And you're not a whore. The cove ain't got need for much else."

"If you must."

He reaches across to the vanity. From within one of its drawers, he takes out a small wooden box, which he opens and sets on the table. Inside is an ornate gold coin bearing a depiction of a demon. The detail is exquisite.

"It's pretty." Euna reaches.

The man yanks it away. "No touching, girl. I think you've seen enough of it." He snaps the box closed and puts it on the vanity.

"Same way all pirates do. I earned my way in. Back then, I'd been raidin with a man who fancied himself captain of a ship the navy had so generously lent him. We were raidin up and down the Western straights. He always preferred to sell our gains to nomads, but we came into the cove whenever the ship took a beating. He had been accepted there, so as long as we came with him as his crew, we were welcome too.

"Years later, he and I had a... falling out if you will. I had a chance to captain my own vessel, and he didn't so much appreciate that, seeing as how the vessel was his to start, and he didn't so much agree to give it to me. By then though, I'd already gotten an emblem from the cove. I didn't need him anymore. I could come on my own."

"Emblem?"

"Aye, emblem. It's the coin they give you to show them that you're part of the cove. Don't be getting your hopes up, boy. They'll never give one to a little man like you. You need to know people there. You need to have a reputation. Now, enough of this question."

The man chuckles. "I'm doing just fine." He looks to Euna expectantly. "Your turn, girly."

"Hey!" Euna says to you. "We're supposed to be getting information. Why are you wasting our questions?"

"We don't want to be rude, now do we?" you say.

She looks from you to him and sees both of you waiting on her. "Fine," she says to you. "I hope you're enjoying yourself, Deviant."

"Ye walk there," the old man said. "There's a pass through the mountains."

"And we can just walk in?"

"Sure. Ye'll get thrown in a slave pit as soon as someone sees ye though. If yer not a member of the slaver's guild, yer a slave."

"So how do we join the slaver's guild?"

"You? You don't. Yer not a pirate or a slaver."

"All we want is to charter passage on a boat," Euna says.

"Easy enough," he replies. "Walk into the cove. They'll throw ye in the pits. Then when someone buys you, they'll take ye on their boat." He looks Euna over. "It'd be easy for you. Maybe some Saracen general will buy you. Ye'd get to tour the world in their boats, although you might not see much of it seeing as you'd be in the lower deck servicing his men. You..." He looks you over. "Yer a weak, tiny boy. Go for cheap. You might find yerself in the salt mines of Kolyma until your lungs shrivel."

"But if we had money," Euna asks, "could we buy passage?"

"If you had money, they'd take it off ye before throwing ye in the pits. Yer wasting yer questions.

"Oh yes," he says, "for three long decades. That was the life, wasn't it? Ride the open seas, find a coastal village of some savage tribal folk, take what you want, rape the girls, sell the rest at the cove."

"That's horrible!" Euna says.

"Are you judging me, girl?"

"No, I... well, yes! You made a living ravaging and pillaging."

"Everyone ravages and pillages, girl. Some people are just more direct about it."

"My lands never did."

"Oh, they do. They might dress it up, but they always do. No one gets rich or powerful except on the backs of others."

"That's simply not true," Euna says.

"It is, girl. I spent the first half of my life working for nobles like yerself. I was the one who did the ravaging and pillaging on their behalf. The only difference was I wore a uniform then. The people I hurt were just as innocent as the like I preyed on later. The best was when I'd catch a ship of nobles such as yourself. That was justice. I'd teach the prim and proper ladies how the world really works. They weren't so naive after I was done with them. How about you let me show you what I mean. I'll open your eyes, girl."

Sharp words are begging to escape Euna's lips, yet she holds back.

The man chuckles. "I worked at the cove just north of here for most of my pirating years. I could sell what I took, enjoy a nice girl or two with my coin, then head back out to sea with an empty loin and a hull full of drink, but enough about me."

"You want me to try what?" she asks.

"You know. Draw his eyes. It might get us in the door too."

"And your plan is to.. what? Have me distract him while you steal the emblem?"

"If anything could distract a man, it would be the sight of a pair of heavenly breasts like your own."

"You'd have me expose myself, just like that?"

"Might work."

She chews her lip "But it... what if it doesn't work?"

"Then we run, like last time."

"And what if it does work, but he gets the wrong idea? And he thinks he can take certain liberties with me. What if he tries to put his hands on me?"

"He won't," you say. "Men understand that flashing isn't an invitation for more."

She eyes you shrewdly. "You're just saying that, aren't you?"

You grin. "Perhaps I am. I guess there's always a chance. That's what makes it a risk. How about it?"

After hesitating, her eyes light. "Okay! I'll do it. Lord, my heart is hammering already."

"Then lets go."

"But how is that supposed to get us the emblem?"

"I'm not sure yet. Perhaps it'll be the distraction I need to swipe it. You might get us in the door that way too."

"Hmm, how indecent would that be," she says. "To bewitch a man with the arresting sight of my breasts. I'll do it!"

"Just like that?"

"Just like that. Even if it doesn't work, it'll still be fun."

"Just be ready to run," you say.

You both approach the cabin. Euna lingers close to you. The moment you step on the floorboards of the porch, the old man's singing stops. He bursts out the cabin door, rapier in hand.

"Here to die, boy?" The old man steps forward, rapier poised. "I told ye I'd kill ye if—"

Euna yanks down the front of her bodice. Her breasts, pale as milk, spill out.

The old man stops short. His sword lowers.

Euna kneads her ample globes and tweaks her nipples.

"We'd just like to talk," you say. "A few questions, that's all."

His eyes are still on Euna's breasts. "Talk, huh?"

"Yes, sir." Euna curtsies, boobs dangling. "All we want is to talk with you to learn what you know of this land."

"Is that so?" His gaze travels slowly down her body. He grins and licks his lips.

She nods. "That's right, sir." She tucks her breasts away.

"Fine then. Come on. You start any trouble, I'll kill ya." He turns back to his tiny shack.

"He does seem like he appreciates a drink," Euna says. "Let's try it."

You cautiously approach the cabin. Euna keeps behind you, using you as a shield. Like before, the moment you step on the squeaky planks of the cabin's porch, the singing stops immediately. A moment later, the front door bursts open, and the old man emerges wielding the same tarnished rapier.

"Ye want to die boy? I told ye to scat or I'd run ye through. I've got nothing to do with ye."

"Even if we brought rum." You hold out the bottle.

The man stops short. "What's this, eh?"

"This is yours," you say. "A gift. All we wish in exchange is to talk, over drink. Our treat."

He leans to examine the bottle. "Talk, huh?"

"Yes, sir." Euna curtsies. "Like I was saying before. We were shipwrecked here. All we want is to talk with you to learn what you know of this land."

"Is that so, huh?" He snatches the bottle, examines it, grunts. Next, he looks at Euna. His gaze travels slowly down her body.

He grins and licks his lips. "Shipwrecks, right?"

She nods. "That's right, sir." She's either oblivious or uncaring of his stares.

"Fine then. Come on. You start any trouble, I'll kill ya." He enters his tiny shack and beckons both of you to follow.

Bottle of Rum removed from inventory

Euna enters first. Immediately, she turns to you with her face scrunched in disgust. It becomes obvious why when you enter. The stench of the place is a mixture of dead fish, whiskey, and unwashed body odor that's had years to sink in. The shack itself is hardly anything to look at. There's a cot at the far end with a tarp sail for a sheet. Unmentionable stains cover it, and it's yellowed from years of sweat. At the other end is a small vanity crowded with knickknacks ranging from shells to dusty, cracked porcelain figurines which seem at odds with their surroundings.

The man collapses onto a chair. He kicks a stool toward Euna. She sits as though the man had pulled it out for her like a proper gentleman. There is no other place to sit apart from the bed, which you opt against. Instead, you lean against the wall.

The man is still looking Euna's body over. She's sitting as though at a royal banquet, back straight and hands in her lap. "Thank you for letting us in." she said. "It's a pleasure. My name is Euna. What may I call you?"

You both follow him into the cabin. The place still reeks of body odor, alcohol, and salt. The heat makes it so much worse.

The old man takes his chair at the table again, and Euna sits across from him, arms folded in her lap, and back straight. "We appreciate you're letting us talk with you again," she says. "We've only a few more questions."

Yer not going to be here long enough to be be sharing names." He clamps the bottle's cork with his teeth and wiggles it out. Leaning, he snags from his vanity a tin cup with so many dings that its surface is like uncrumpled paper. "Ask yer questions. This bottle has got ye a few minutes. But that's all. Ye've got till I'm good and drunk."

Euna looks to you.

The old man's shack is up ahead. From here, it doesn't sound like anyone is singing inside. He may be out and about instead.

Euna catches your arm. "Is it wise for us to approach? We stole from him last time. And he said he'd kill us if we simply annoyed him. He'll surely kill us now if he sees us."

"Hmm," you say. "You may be right. Let's turn around."

The man watches Euna. "Your turn..."

Bending over, Euna removes one of her boots.

"Boots come in pairs," the man says. "Take them both off."

"You never specified," she replies in a matter-of-fact tone. "Besides, I started by taking off my bodice. It's only fair that we get an answer for that." She sits straight and stares at the man, daring him to refute her claim. She seems to have lost all self-consciousness about having her breasts on full display.

"Fair enough," the old man says. He turns to you. "What's yer next question."

It's Euna's turn now.

She bends and pulls off her other boot. All she wears now is the skirt about her waist, but she sits proudly before the man.

He looks at her, licking his lips in anticipation. "All right, next question, boy."

He finishes off his cup and goes to pour himself another. His hand lingers on the bottle rum for many seconds. His eyes flutter. His head nods forward before he catches himself.

Shaking from the stupor, he pours his drink and gulps most of it immediately. "Not much more now, boy. I'm plenty drunk already. I just..." He spaces out momentarily. "I won't be listening to much more."

A shack appears on the horizon, sitting on the edge of a tidal plain. Its ramshackle walls lean against each other, as though a strong wind could bring the structure down. Yet it stands there, surrounded by piles of garbage half buried in the sand.

As you near, there's a distinct rotten fish smell. Euna sniffs. She eyes the discarded bottles and debris.

"So there is someone on the beach," Euna says.

"Seems so."

"I doubt they had anything to do with our vessel." She eyes the garbage. "They've been here a while."

Somebody inside is singing in a deep, weathered voice. It's a joyful tune. They pause at times, as though only half paying attention to their own singing.

Approach the cabin.

He licks his lips. "Now, come here." Leaning from of his chair, he grabs Euna's breasts. Their ample size make them more than a handful. His wrinkled and leathered hands contrast sharply to Euna's flawless, cream skin.

Euna does not shy away, even when he digs his cracked and yellowed nails into her skin. Actually, she seems to be enjoying herself, and from the way her body quivers, she's on the verge of an orgasm.

The old man meanwhile has his other hand down his filthy pants, stroking his hard cock. He squeezes Euna's nipple sharply, causing her to jerk and moan. It only excites him further.

"Next question," you say.

The man is completely oblivious to you. He's hunched over now, furiously stroking himself while fondling Euna. Even she seems lost in her pleasure.

"Hello?"

Neither respond.

It seems the interview is over.

Sneak around and steal the emblem.

You approach. Euna is right behind you. You step onto wooden planks outside the misshapen door. They squeak. The singing inside cuts.

An old man bursts out, wielding a rapier with worrying dexterity. His sinewy muscles are tough as oak. His skin is leathered from decades of working under the sun. With him comes a reek of liquor. "I told ye all to stay away. I said I gut ye and I meant it."

You and Euna stumble back. "We mean no harm," you say. "We only came upon—"

"I don't care. Piss off."

Euna tries. "Sir, please. We are shipwreck—"

He yells like a feral animal and charges.

Bravely reason with the man

Run away like a goddamn coward.

"Wait," Euna says. "I'm not a prude. Not anymore. I swear."

"Yeh?" the man says. "Prove it."

"I... What do you want me..." She pauses. "Fine. You want me to prove it? I'll prove it."

The man is facing Euna "Now, let's see ye relax."

Euna reclines on her stool until her back rests against the wall. She then spreads her legs, exposing her pussy to the old man. It glistens. Her thighs are damp, and a small puddle has pooled on the stool.

The man grins. "You're drooling, girl. You're enjoying this game, aren't you?"

Euna reddens. "Never you mind that. I've upheld my end. We get to ask another question."

"Aye, you may. But if I answer it, then I think you should start enjoying yourself more, hmm? What's your next question, boy?"

Eyes wide, Euna spins toward you. She opens her mouth, but no words come. Her face grows red, and she glances toward the old man. He looks equally startled, but he waits to see what she does.

"I..." she says, then steeling herself, "okay then."

You ask your question. The old man eyes you. His hand still clutches the rum bottle as though gripping it for support.

Suddenly, he leans forward and rests his forehead on the table with such weight it rattles his cup.

There is utter silence for several seconds.

"Sir?" Euna says.

Then comes gentle snoring.

You prod the man carefully. He is mere dead weight now. No response.

"Well, that was effective," Euna remarks.

"I guess no more questions." You shimmy around the man to his decrepit vanity and find the emblem box hidden within a nest of yellowed long johns. You pop it open, pluck out the golden medallion, and tuck it away.

Pirate Cove Emblem added to inventory

Euna has unhooked the old man's hand from the bottle and is trying to lift him from his seat.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"I just..." She strains under his weight. "I'm trying to move him to his bed."

"Why? I'm sure he's used to passing out drunk all over the place. The floor. The beach..."

"I'd just like to," she says. "It seems only fair seeing as how we did this to him. Will you help me?"

With your assistance, she lays him sprawled out on his bed. Facing up, the man's snoring becomes a cacophonous roar. Euna starts removing his boots.

"That too?" you ask.

"Maybe if he thinks he went to bed instead of passing out, he'll be less likely to realize he was drugged." She gets one boot off. The man's socks are gray and threadbare. His exposed toes are callused with chipped, yellow nails. Euna recoils. "Lord, he reeks. Don't pirates bathe?"

"I'm sure we can just leave," you say.

"Almost." She tugs off the other boot. Another unpleasant sight. After, she arranges him into a more natural position and pulls the stained blanket over him. "We are sorry," she says to the old man. "You are a criminal, but that doesn't excuse our actions. What we've done is low." She takes the rum bottle and faces you. "Let's go."

You and Euna travel far from the cabin.

"Hopefully he won't come looking for us." She pours the bottle out on the sand.

"Even if he does," you say, "he doesn't know where we're staying."

"Speaking of," Euna looks out at the setting sun. "We should be heading back."

Return to camp.

The man leans back. "Time for ye to start enjoying yerself."

Euna lifts a leg onto the table. With one hand, she massages her breast, with the other, she strokes up and down her pussy gently. Her fingers come away slick.

"Get into it, girly," the man says.

"You're so impatient," Euna says. Her stroking becomes more vigorous. Soon, she's sawing her middle and ring finger into her snatch. The sounds of her squelching pussy fill the silence. She's breathing heavily. Her body spasms occasionally.

The man watches with rapt attention. His own hands have wandered to his stained pants to rub a prominent bulge at his crotch. Euna's watches him through slit eyes. Her rhythm picks up.

"All right," you say.

The man doesn't hear you.

"Hey, next question."

"What? Eh, yes. Ask, boy." His eyes are glued to Euna. "But it'll cost ya. I'll be getting my feel."

Euna's eyes widen. She looks to you, but doesn't miss a beat in her self pleasuring. There's a questioning look of fear in her eyes, and excitement.

"Okay, but just her breasts," you say.

"Fine. Ask yer question, boy."

The man frowns at her words. "Yer not a prude, are you?"

"Pardon me?"

"Ye just bared yer tits, girl. And now yer talking like one of those noble, church-loving types. All prim and proper."

"I... am not."

"Of course you are. Yer sitting like you've got a spoon jammed up yer ass right now. Next thing I know ye'll start fixin my manners and disapprovin of my ways, trying to get me to be more Godly."

Euna adopts a more relaxed pose. "I will refrain from doing that, if you'd like."

"Gods, woman. Listen to yeh. I will refrain. I've put up with too many of your types in my youth. Horrid women, them. Judgemental bitches."

Euna's eyes flare. In her expression, you see an echo of the nun who once was. Her Nimic sensibilities are resurfacing. "I will not have you speaking to me in that way. I am a guest. We merely wish to ask you a few questions."

"And I want to see yer tits. It's why I let you in here. Pull em back out or leave!"

Euna is speechless. You step in.

"Euna. Show him you're not a prude. Take off your bodice."

"Very well. We'll go. Come Euna."

He pours himself his first shot, if it could be called a shot. It fills the cup over half way. That amount of alcohol would be enough to leave you dancing. Yet he gulps it down as though it were water.

"Next question," he mumbles.

He pours himself another ample helping of rum. This one he doesn't finish all in a single gulp, but it won't take him long.

"It doesn't take as long for me to get drunk these days," he says, "so get to asking."

He finishes off his cup and goes to pour himself another. His head sways slightly. The alcohol is already affecting him.

"Not much more now, boy. The drunker I get, the less patient I'll be." He throws back the drink.

Grabbing the bottle, he takes a swig. It seems he's done using the cup as an inbetween. And now the bottle is nearly half empty. He reclines back and stares at the cabin's ceiling.

"I'm about done with this," he mutters. "One more question, and then off with ye."

The old man grins. "Now, show me skin, girl."

Euna takes a deep breath before standing up. Hooking her thumbs at the waist of her skirt, she shimmies it down her body, keeping her legs pressed together. The man leers at the smooth skin of her pubic mound, The man leers at the mound of fur between her legs, but that's all he sees since she carefully keeps her legs pressed together.

With her skirt at her ankles, Euna perches on the stool with the posture of a proper lady, despite being entirely naked in a stinking shack. She crosses her legs to keep the man from seeing any more of her.

The old man chuckled. "You're out of clothes, girl. Looks like you're done asking questions... unless ye got something more to offer. How bout it, boy?"

"What are you proposing?" you ask.

"How about for the next question, the lady stops being so mannered, and sit like a proper wench, hmm?"

Euna looks at you nervously. Her eyes are wide, but there is a hint of something else there: excitement.

Euna considers it. "That might just work, but what if he realizes he's getting tired instead of drunk?"

"The sisters said it's fast acting. I guess we'll just have to make sure he drinks quickly."

"I don't think we'll have to do much manipulation there," she says.

You pull the cork off the rum bottle. The alcohol transmuter is a sizeable gulp, so you dump some rum onto the sand to make room, then pour in the tonic. Replacing the cork, you give the bottle a swirl.

"I feel bad that we have to steal from him," she says.

"He's a pirate," you reply, "It's part of the lifestyle."

"I suppose. Shall we?"

Together, you approach the cabin. The moment you're on the steps, the old man hears you and charges out once again with his rapier.

"How many times—"

You hold up the bottle of rum.

He pauses. He raises the rapier and holds the point to your chest. "How many times ye going to come around here. You're not wanted, neither of ye."

"We've just a few more questions," you say. "Surely you can put up with us a while longer in exchange for more rum."

The man glares at you and the bottle. He seems to be considering whether to take you up on the offer, or just run you through here. "Fine." He snatches the bottle and wanders back into his shack. "But make it quick."

You both follow inside. The stench of the cabin hits once again at full force upon crossing the threshold. And with the door closed, the heat in there builds.

The man sits again at his table and fetches his dented cup. He speaks as he works the bottle's cork loose with his teeth. "Ask yer questions, boy. I'm even shorter tempered today."

Drunk Remedy removed from inventory

Bottle of Rum removed from inventory

She undoes the lacing on her bodice. Grasping the bottom, she pulls it overhead. Her flawless breasts are fully bared.

The man grins lewdly.

"There," Euna sets her bodice on the table. "Am I an stuck up noble woman now?"

"No, Missy. I guess you're not. You might actually be some fun."

"May we stay?"

He holds out his hands in welcome. "You are my honored guests. How can I be of service?"

"Okay," Euna starts. "We were wondering—"

"Hold it, girl." The man draws his eyes from Euna's breasts. "I never said I'd answer yer questions."

"But that's why we're here."

"Sure, bit if ye want yer answers, it's going to cost."

"We don't have any money," she replies.

"Oh, innocent girl. It's not money I want."

"Then what?" Euna asks. You already understand exactly what he means.

"I'm not asking much. How's this? For every answer ye all want, the girl takes something else off."

You glance at Euna. She nods ever so slightly.

"Okay," you say.

You again near the shack on the horizon. Inside the man still sings to himself absently.

Approach the cabin.

He takes another swig of the bottle and leans foward, hunched over it as though protective. "I'm done with this," he says. "Go."

"Very well," Euna says. "We appreciate your giving us your—"

"Go!" The man lurches to his feet, stumbles back, catches himself. "Enough of this prattling. Get out of here."

You and Euna scramble up. When the old man grabs his rapier, you're both out the door. The man does not give chase, though you hurry anyway. Not long after you're out, the old man begins hollering. You quicken your pace until realizing that the man is trying to sing again. It seems you're both out of his mind.

A far distance from the cabin, Euna turns to you. "Well, that was interesting."

"Quite the drinker," you say.

"Do you think there's any way we could get him to part with that emblem? If we could get into the cove, we might find someone who could take us home."

"I can't think of a way he'd willingly give it up," you say, "but there may be something we can do."

"Well, I think we should be careful. I don't think he'll want us back unless we have another bribe."

"We could get another bottle of rum," you say.

"Indeed," she replies, "but unless we have a plan, there's no reason to return. It's late. Let's head back before the sun sets."

Return to camp.

The old man's shack appears farther up on the beach. As you near, the same smell of garbage and rot wafts over you. From within the cabin, the old man is once again singing shanties.

"Wait." Euna catches your arm. "Last time we approach, the man nearly killed us. I don't think we should go near again."

"Maybe we could do something to appease him," you say.

"If you have an idea, I'll hear it," she replies, "but otherwise we should leave."

"Maybe you should try flashing him."

"We could offer him this rum."

As they continue, you sidle around the old man. He's oblivious, but Euna is casting you quick glances while the man fondles her breasts. At the vanity, you pry open the small box.

The man starts turning to look at you. Euna snatches his head and pulls his face down to her breasts. He needs no further encouragement to put his mouth all over her breasts. His tongue leaves slimy trails over her flesh. His teeth squeeze her nipples. Euna tenses in pain, yet she holds his head close. His hand is still buried in his pants.

Euna begins moaning, whether from her impending orgasm or to better distract him, you're not sure, though the man does enjoy it. His breathing is short and quick like hers. He's stroking himself beneath his pants. His other hand kneads Euna's breasts, but Euna merely bucks harder and squeezes her hand on top of his, encouraging him to knead away.

You slip the emblem out and close the box.

Pirate Cove Emblem added to inventory

Crying out, Euna arches her back until her butt lifts from the stool. She's rubbing her clit with abandon. Maybe she's climaxing, but her cries are perfectly timed to hide the snap of the box.

The old man slaps his hand onto her pussy and pushes three fingers inside of her. Euna cries out in pleasure. To reciprocate she darts her other hand down his pants and takes over his own fisting of his cock. With a free hand, he clutches her side and nearly pulls her into his lap. Straddling his thigh, she grinds her sex against his invading fingers And pumps his cock with abandon.

And then old man slaps his hand onto her pussy and pushes three fingers inside of her. Euna's eyes shoot open. She almost stops, almost. Instead, she humps her crotch against the old man's hand while she rubs her clit. She even slaps her hand over his, pressing him into her.

The man shivers. Undoubtedly, he's made a mess within his pants. The very moment you're back where you were standing, Euna comes down from her throes and pulls away from him.

Her legs snap closed. Only her damp bush is visible. The man is hunched over, suddenly aware that his pants are full of semen, and he still has guests in the house.

"I think we've asked enough questions," you say.

"I think so, boy." He glares at you as though it were your fault there was cum in his pants, but when he glances at Euna, his face lights with a smile. "But you can come back whenever you like. Maybe I'll show you how a seasoned sailor treats a proper lady."

"Perhaps," Euna rises. From her tone, she's done too, and she can't put her clothes on quickly enough. Once dressed, she curtsies. "Good day, sir."

"Good day, girl." He grins, showing off his crooked teeth.

Outside, you and Euna walk calmly from the shack. At about thirty feet, you mutter, "Let's go. Let's go," and you both hurry. Once the shack is just a dot, you sprint. For minutes you race across the beach until arriving at the estuary. Only here do you finally stop.

Euna catches up, and though she's struggling to catch her breath, she's laughing joyously.

"Oh, heavens!" She wipes away sweat. "I can't believe we did that. It was such a thrill!"

"You weren't... bothered?"

"Oh, it was disgusting. He's such a filthy, old man. Oh, but how we played him."

"I'm amazed you let it go that far."

"We had to get that thing somehow, and you certainly weren't going to distract him."

"Well, you played your part well."

"Of course I did," she said. "It was all part of the job."

"Just a job?" You grin. "I think, perhaps, you might actually have enjoyed yourself."

"Maybe I let myself get a little carried away."

"A little? You were screaming."

She reddens. "Okay. So I got quite carried away. It was just so... dirty. I loved it. There must be something wrong with me?"

"How so?"

"I'm a high born woman. An heir. And I'm here giving pleasure to a dirty old man. I let him finger me.And I'm here pleasuring myself for a dirty old man. I let him touch me. I've never been so enflamed! I'm behaving like a harlot."

"Then perhaps you are one." You pull her close.

"I'm a harlot, am I?"

"A beautiful, sultry harlot, and I wouldn't want you any other way." You squeeze her close and kiss her. "But we should get home before he comes after us."

"Agreed," she says. "Let's go home."

Return to camp.

The old man's shack appears up ahead.

Euna stops you. "Are we here to get the emblem?"

"Possibly."

"If we don't have a strategy to get it, I'm not sure there's any point to being here."

"Maybe you should try flashing him."

"We can knock him out if we spike our rum with the alcohol transmuter."

"Agreed. I must be the first at the pillory if I am to be any help at all."

You rush to the barracks just as the guards are lowering the nun's head and hands into place. They've stripped her of her habit, but they've left her wimple. Once she's locked in, the guards depart, leaving her to mercy of this fast-growing crowd.

First comes pelting.

"Whore!" A woman throws a piece of fruit.

"Beggar fucker!" Another tosses a handful of mud.

"You bringing filth to our city walls!" Another man tosses a tomato. It strikes the pillory board, splattering Euna.

"Cunt! I hope those savages rape you!" A pile of mud strikes Euna's flank. It drips down her breasts.

No one has been brave enough to step onto the platform yet.

"It's my time," Euna says. "Let me know if you like what you see." Marching up, she climbs onto the platform. Her performance begins.

"First, we enter the city," she says. You both wait in line until the Simori sister is up. The guards arrest her as usual. Next comes you and Euna.

One guard is left in attendance while his partner drives the nun's carriage in. "Signets," he says lazily.

"Of course. Let me show you." Euna takes his hand and guides it under her skirt. She presses it against her sex. The guard's eyes are wide. "Do you feel my signet?" Euna presses close. Her breasts rub against his chest.

A lecherous grin comes over him. "Yes... I think I do."

"And... do you feel his?" she asks. "Feel deeper." With her hand overlaid atop his, it's clear she's pushing his fingers into her. Euna shudders. Her head rests on the guard's shoulder. "Feel as deep as you like. Make sure."

The guard fingerbangs Euna. She trembles and mewls until, knees buckling, she drapes against him. Her orgasm is an unknown mix of performance and pleasure.

After, she cradles his before her, and with her eyes locked on his, she sucks his fingers clean of her essence in one long lollipop stroke. "Satisfied?"

He grins. "Go on in."

You two are soon on your way to the barracks.

Inside the city, you turn to her. "When it comes to bribing guards with your sexual wiles, I would have expected more from you.""That was incredibly forward of you."

"And I would have gladly done more were we not in such a rush," she replies.

"Absolutely not," though Euna leans close. "I'll just say this. For such a sweet young sister of the cloth, her boundaries are far greater than you'd expect. And oh how she blushed as she told me."

"Maybe the years of accepting these punishments have improved the sisters' tolerance over the years."

"Maybe so. I can only say I'm jealous."

"Jealous?"

Euna nods. "If the daughters of Nim were made to suffer such sexual punishments at the hands of strangers, I might have found my true calling while I was still in the convent."

"Maybe if you ever get back home, such things can change."

Her eyes alight. "Now there's an idea..."

"We simply established boundaries," Euna says, "such as what acts she'd rather I avoid ...and perhaps those she'd like me to explore."

"And what acts are those?" you ask.

"Wouldn't you like to know, but she spoke to me in confidence. You'll just have to watch the performance."

"Then I will put that nun in her place," Euna says. "Lord knows these nuns secretly crave it."

"Hmm, yes!" Euna says. "I think that's exactly the mood I'm in."

"Excited, are we?" you say.

"Oh don't mistake me. I'm doing this for her," she replies. "After this, I'm going to comfort that girl and shower her with my love and compassion. But first, I'm going to make that nun scream."

With that, Euna hurries forward and climbs onto the stage with the nun. WIth the crowd watching, she begins her performance.

"I think not," Euna says, "but I've been thinking about it, and there may still be a way to help the poor nun."

"And what's that?"

"You'll see." Euna leads you through the crowd to the nun. "Excuse me."

The nun smiles.

"Please allow my manservantfriend to help you hand out crates," Euna says.

"Certainly. Come up here."

You do so. The nun shows you the crates in the wagon. "Just make sure to give one to each person. Don't worry if someone comes back for a second. Only they know whether they need it or not."

You help hand out crates while Euna sits on the carriage and watches.

"Was this your whole idea?" you mutter.

"You'll see. Don't stop helping."

Soon the supply runs out.

"I'm afraid that's it," the nun says to the crowd. As people disperse, she turns to you two. "Thank you so much. I must return to the city now."

"...where you will be arrested, correct?" Euna says. "The guards will take you to the pillory, and the city will torment you for your charity."

"I'm afraid so, yes."

"Then I have a proposal for you. We will follow you into the city, and I will be the one to punish you."

"What? Why?"

"Because I will be the most compassionate abuser you'll get."

"That's... a most peculiar offer, but it wouldn't work. The crowd will want their own turn, especially if you're not really tormenting me."

"Oh, don't misunderstand me. I will torment you, but I will abide by any limitations you set, and maybe with a little bit of showmanship, I can draw some attention onto myself."

"I... I can't see the harm," the nun replies, unsure.

"Good. Come with me a moment." Euna guides the nun into her own carriage. When they reemerge, the nun's face is flushed as she takes her horse's reigns. With a grateful nod to Euna, she rides on ahead.

Euna hops off and beckons you to join her in line behind the nun's carriage.

Euna stops and moves onto another act.

Euna once again changes tactics. The crowd is large and impatient now. Whatever she does next will need to be the last thing she does.

First, she fondles the nun's slit. "Tell me, sister. How often do you let vagrant filth rut you like a bitch?" She slips three fingers into her. "You're as loose as a coin purse. You probably give them food so they'll fill you with their filthy cocks, don't you? How big are their staffs, sister? Are they this big?" Euna slides four fingers in and saws them about. "Or are they this big?" Curling her thumb, she rams her fist into the the sister's snatch, eliciting a cry of pain.

Euna glances at you while working her hand about.

Nod your head in approval.

She strokes the nun's chin with sinister flair. "Tell me, sister. Have you ever tasted of another woman?"

The nun looks up at her timidly.

Euna hikes up her skirt, much to the delight of the crowd. She hovers her bald pussy right before the nun and strokes then nun's cheek.

"Can you smell it, sister? Do you want to taste it? I know you do." Suddenly, she slaps the nun across the face. "Stop gawking and feast, you simple whore!" She snags the nun's hair through her wimple and crams her snatch against her face. The nun obediently licks, not that she has a choice. Euna's grinds herself against the poor girl.

As she does so, she glances at you.

Smile and nod.

"I was thinking the same thing," Euna replies.

Together, you file through the crowd to the nun.

Her face lights up. "Oh! It's you two. My sisters have told me so much about you. It's wonderful to finally meet you."

"Likewise," Euna replies. "I would like to help you just as I helped your sisters."

"You mean to influence my time in the pillory?"

"Yes. Assuming you'd be amenable to that."

The nun considers. "Yes, I think I would be."

Euna makes you help hand out crates. Afterward, once the nun is arrested, Euna whispers quick words to the guard while her hand is down his breeches. Her haste gets you two to the pillory just as the guards are stripping the nun of all but her wimple.

"What do you think?" Euna asks. "What sort of mood am I in today? Do I want to hurt her? Or humiliate her?"

"Humiliate her."

"Hurt her."

Several people in the crowd are offering up items for Euna to take. She selects a lash with many tails. The first crack against the nun's back is a test, as though were considering the quality of her lash.

Euna teases the nun with more experimental licks of the lash. The nun jolts and cringes, but Euna really hasn't laid in. Not yet, anyway. She glances toward you.

Signal her to go ahead.

[Cane]: Hold up the blind man's walking cane.

Coming around behind the nun, she enjoys fondling and squeezing the nun's pussy.

"Do you like that?" Euna licks the girl's entire sex starting from her clit and continuing over her asshole until finishing right at her tailbone.

Just as the nun starts to relax, Euna delivers the first spank. The girl jolts.

"Then stop," Euna snaps. "This is a punishment. A punishment for vagrant-fucking harlots like you."

She spanks the girl again and again. She repositions so she's slapping from the side as though punishing a disobedient child over her knee.

She spanks the girl again and again. When her hand gets tired, she nudges the nun's legs wide, winds up, and delivers a swift kick right on the nun's sex, resulting in a howl of pain.

And she glances at you.

Motion for Euna to give no mercy.

Euna comes around the nun's front and lifts her skirt, revealing her baldfurry pussy to all. People hoot and holler.

"Perhaps you've been spending so much time with the filth at the city gate that you've grown a taste for it, hmm? Perhaps you'd like a taste now?" With that, she turn and presses her ass to the nun's face.

She glances sideways to you.

Nod your approval.

You two arrive just as the guards are hauling Euna onto the pillory platform. They yank away her habit. She wears a strip of cloth about her crotch as a loincloth. It's held in place by a thin cord. It must be a standard piece of the Simori garb. Either way, the guard yanks them down and has her step out of them.

Euna stands before her growing crowd wearing nothing but her wimple. They begin yelling and jeering, yet she makes no effort to cover herself.

"She's not shy, is she?" the nun murmurs.

The guards bend her over and fix her hands and head into the pillory. Her ass sticks out behind her. After locking the top bar in place, the guards depart, leaving her to mercy of this fast-growing crowd.

First comes pelting.

"Whore!" A woman throws a piece of fruit.

"Beggar fucker!" Another tosses a handful of mud.

"You bringing filth to our city walls!" Another man tosses a tomato. It strikes the pillory board, splattering Euna.

"Cunt! I hope those savages rape you!" A pile of mud strikes Euna's flank. It drips down her breasts.

"If you're going to get up there," the nun whispers, "you'd best go now while the crowd is thin."

You hurry forward and climb onto the platform. It's time to perform.

And so she is. As expected, the guards arrest Euna and confiscate the wagon. One guard is left manning the gate when your turn comes up.

He looks the nun over. "Letting another suffer for you today, huh?"

"That kind woman graciously volunteered," the nun replies.

The guard nods toward you. "You're not allowed to bring the filth in with you, sister."

"He's not one of the souls from this camp. He's a traveler from far away. Surely he should be allowed to enter."

The guard scrutinizes you. He clearly recognizes you from before, but he feigns ignorance. "I don't know, sister. I think he's gutter trash."

"I give you my word he's not. He's here to help the Simori Sisterhood."

"Help, huh? How badly do you want his help?"

The nun understands his implication. Resigned, she steps closer to the guard. "We would really appreciate it."

He takes it upon himself to worm his hand into her robes. He's clearly groping her pussy. "Appreciate it, huh?" His grin is lecherous and condescending.

"Yes, sir. I would... hmmf!" She flinches. From the way the guard's arm tenses, he squeezed or pinched something, roughly. "I would be very grateful."

"Grateful enough to suck my cock?" With his other hand, he cups her chin.

"I would do so gladly," she says, flinching again. He twisted something under her habit. "...but I must keep up with the kind woman who's shouldered my burden. So I will be at your service another day."

After getting another wince out of her, he withdraws his hand and holds his fingers up to her mouth. "I'm going to remember, sister. You'll pay me back. With interest."

"I will." The sister reluctantly sucks his fingers clean. "Thank you." She corrects her robe and bows gratefully.

You two head through the city toward the pillory.

"It is indeed forbidden for a sister of Simori to ever tell a lie," the nun says, "but I have not lied. I told the guard you are here to help us, and you are. And for that, I'm forever grateful.""but this is not a lie. Only one nun need serve the sentence. When us sisters come out here together, one of us will always volunteer to serve the time for all the crates. Since Euna did help donate the crates, it is her right to volunteer."

"She wanted to know what the crowds do to me and my sisters when we're pilloried."

"And what did you say?" you ask.

"The truth," the sister replies. "I told her of the whippings, the canings, the jeers, the molestation. Sometimes the crowds get particularly creative. Or cruel..." She shudders. "But I promised her that no matter what they do to her, we would help her recover. We always do for our fellow sisters."

Her eyes go wide. "Why do you think that?"

"Because you said you would," you say, "and didn't you just say it'sisn't it against the Simori way to lie? Be true to your word."

She reflects on this. With a sigh, she nods in both resolution and resignation. "You're right. Thank you. I will go to the barrack dormitory tonight and... and make myself available to him."

She waves it off. "Oh, worry not. It's rare that I ever get through that gate unmolested, but I am most grateful for your sympathy."

"They make threats like that all the time," the nun replies, "but I won't be passing through the gate again for days. He'll probably have long forgotten by then."

"And if he hasn't?"

"Then I will pay his price," the nun replies. "I've had to do so before."

"But then I'd be the one in the pillory," she says. "I'd be beaten and humiliated by an angry mob."

You wrap your arms about her. "You'd be sparing the nun that very torment."

Euna watches the nun hand out food. She's breathing heavily, already nervous and excited. "But... I don't know."

"How about if I'm the first one to get on the platform. I'll get on the platform first, and I'll go easy on you."

"But you can't stay the whole time," she breaths. "Others will want turns, and they'll be just as vicious as ever."

"Maybe." Your fingers caress over her body. "If you won't do it for the nun. Then do it for me. I want to watch."

"Oh Lord! You want me to subject myself to corporal punishment. For your enjoyment." She shivers. "I just know I'm going to regret this the moment I see that pillory, but I'll do it. Please offer my body up. Let me suffer for the nun. Quick, before I lose my nerve."

You lead her through the crowd to the nun. "Excuse me."

The nun smiles.

"My dear lady Euna would like to help you."

"To hand out crates? Sure. Step up here."

Euna does so. The nun shows her the crates in the wagon. "Just make sure to give one to each person. Don't worry if someone comes back for a second. Only they know whether they need it or not."

After the crates are gone, the nun addresses the crowd. "I'm afraid that's it." She turns to Euna. "Thank you so much. I must return to the city now, but I hope to see you again."

"Actually," you say. "We'd like to help more."

"How?"

"Euna can take your place when you enter the city. The guards will arrest her, and she'll serve your sentence."

"What?" The nun looks at Euna. "But why?"

"It's not fair that you should suffer for your charity," Euna replies. "Please? I want to do this for you."

"I... I guess if you're set on accepting sacrifice on behalf of others, then of course. But thank you. I have never met anyone who has wanted to ease the sisterhood's burden. You must tell the guard that we donated ninety crates today."

"So," you say. "Do you two need to switch clothes?"

"No need. I have a spare habit," the nun says. She and Euna disappear into the wagon. They murmur, though you can't hear about what. When they emerge, Euna is dressed just as the nun, complete with wimple covering her hair and a cloth belt cinched about her waist.

The nun hops down, and Euna takes the horse's reins, though she doesn't immediately ride along. "You said you'd take it easy on me," she says.

"And I will," you reply.

She chews her lip and weighs her next words. Finally, "Don't." With that, she spurs the horse and rides into line.

You and the nun stand together in line behind her.

You prance comically around to her front, entertaining the audience with your antics. Grabbing your breeches, you tug them down so that your member pops out directly in front of Euna's face. Grasping her wimpled head, you press your tip to her lips, and she opens obligingly. Your cock slides down her throat.

She's not able to perform as she usually does, but no matter. You're able to hump her face to the audience's pleasure. What they don't realize is how lovingly her lips suckle your cock, or how her tongue cradles your shaft. Even in her predicament, Euna seeks to please you.

Humiliate her with the way you face fuck her.

Choke her with your cock.

"As you wish," Euna replies.

Together, you file through the crowd to the nun.

Her face lights up. "Oh! You're the two who helped my fellow sisters. It's wonderful to meet you."

"Sure," you reply. "I'd like Euna to take your place in the pillory today."

"For me?" She looks to Euna. "Are you certain you want to do this?"

"Yes, she's sure," you reply.

When the nun still looks unsure, Euna nods.

"Absolutely," she says. "I want to take your place. Please allow me to."

"Then of course," the nun says. "I am eternally grateful that you would sacrifice for me."

Euna helps the nun hand out crates, then after donning a spare habit, Euna takes the wagon to the gate to get arrested.

To get you into the city, the nun lets the guard fondle her breasts, but soon you two are arriving at the pillories just as the guards are stripping Euna naked of all but her wimple. They lock her in place and depart.

The crowd is growing quickly. People are already jeering. Tomatoes pelt the pillory board.

The nun whispers to you. "You should get up there quick if you plan to make a difference."

You hurry over and climb on the stage with Euna. The audience is watching.

The first man comes onto the pillory platform. He's wielding a wooden paddle, which he shows the audience, and holds teasingly before Euna's face. She merely braces herself. He dances around behind her, cops a feel of her bare ass, as though sizing up what he's about to punish, then strikes without warning.

Euna yelps. The man rapidly strikes alternating cheeks of her ass. Each strike swift and vicious. Euna is biting her lip to keep from crying out.

But minutes go on, and the spanking doesn't end. Her stoicism becomes stifled moans, which become whimpers, until finally she cries out. The crowd goes wild, and the man rewards Euna by whipping her twice as fast. She cries openly.

He only stops because he tuckers himself out. Her ass is cherry red with deep welts and bleeding scrapes. It'll be a mess of black and purple in a few hours.

The man dances back around to Euna's front, presses his ass to her face, and farts. Many laugh. He's done now, and begins climbing off the stage.

When Euna reaches the front, the guards arrest her, just as expected. Then they escort her and the wagon inside. When you and the nun reach the front, the nun shows a signet ring and explains that you're her guest, and they let you in.

The guards take Euna east to the barracks. Hardly anyone is there yet apart from a few guards, but a few cityfolk start to gather. When you and the nun catch up, Euna is leaning in and whispering to the guard who's unfastening the pillory. Whatever she says makes him grin. Euna point you out to him, and he nods in agreement, grinning like a fool. It seems you'll have no trouble getting onto the pillory if Euna needs you, but there's no way of knowing what she just promised the guard.

He mutters something to her, and she turns her back to him. He pulls off her habit and her wimple, then tugs Euna's drawers down to her ankles. She obligingly steps out of them. Euna is now naked before the growing crowd. They begin yelling and jeering, yet she makes no effort to cover herself.

"She's not shy, is she?" the nun says.

"No, she's not," you reply.

Euna places her hands and head into the pillory, leaving her bent over with her ass facing the crowd behind her. It almost looks like she waggles it. The guard locks the pillory in place, hands her robes to another, who departs. It's only him and Euna on the central platform now.

It begins, first with the pelting. Men and women through squishy fruits and handfuls of mud at her.

"Whore!" a woman yells.

"You bringing filth to our city walls!" a man says. His tomato strikes the pillory board, splattering Euna.

"Cunt! I hope those savages rape you!" A pile of mud strikes Euna's flank. It drips down onto her hanging breasts.

Euna hardly seems phased.

The first man comes onto the pillory platform. He's wielding a wooden paddle, which he shows the audience, and holds teasingly before Euna's face. She looks at it, and at the man's cruel grin. Finally, it seems, fear finds her, though she sets her face and gets ready. The man dances around behind her, cops a feel of her bare ass, as though sizing up what he's about to punish, then strikes without warning.

Euna yelps. The crowd goes wild. The man rapidly strikes alternating cheeks of her ass. Each strike swift and vicious. Euna is biting her lip to keep from crying out.

"I hope she's okay," the nun says. "This is only getting started."

The guard makes the paddler get down. Euna's ass glows red. Most don't have any tools for punishment, but they have their fun spanking Euna, or pulling her hair, or slapping her face, or reaching under her and twisting her nipples until she cries out. Many fondle her pussy, but the guard always puts a stop to that. Over an hour of this goes on. Euna keeps her face set. Her eyes are closed, resisting the urge to cry out.

Another man comes up with a many-tailed switch. He gets right into whipping her back while yelling about what a useless cunt she is. The crack of the blows sound out as he strikes her back. Red welts stripe her flesh. She tries hard not to cry out, but it becomes too much. She starts first with grunts, then moans, until finally screaming out in pain, much to the crowd's delight.

Yet she doesn't say please.

The man starts whipping her harder, but the guard catches his hand and mutters something to him. The guy looks disappointed, but only for a moment before switching to lashing her reddened bottom.

"The guard is making them go easy on her," the nun says. "He doesn't usually do that. She's lucky."

"What do the crowd usually do?"

"It depends on the crowd," she explains. "This can get much more painful, and much more dirty. It also depends on the guard watching us, and this one is being kind to Euna. I don't know why, but I am glad."

You're pretty sure you know why.

The man whipping Euna covers her ass in welts, and he keeps going. The guard stops him. The crowd boos. Apparently this is too tame for them. Reluctantly, the guard lets him resume. He strikes her a few hard times.

"Please!"

It's Euna.

The guard stops the man again. This time, the crowd openly show their displeasure, booing and tossing refuse both at Euna and a few at the guard. He's in a bad situation.

You hurry to the front. Spotting you, the guard send the man down and pulls you onto the stage.

"Girl says you can do whatever you want," he mutters as he hands you the switch. "But you better keep this crowd entertained."

"Right," you say. You're nothing if not an entertainer.

You circle around Euna. You couldn't tell from the back, but up close, you see her pussy is sopping wet. Her juices are running down her thighs. Grabbing her hair, you pull her head up and lean close.

"Doing okay?" you ask.

She winces and smiles.

"If you want me to stay up here, I can't go easy on you. We're losing this crowd."

"Oh I know," she says. "Why do you think I called you up? You are an entertainer, my love." She blows you a kiss.

Dropping her head, you back up and appraise the situation. It's time to win this crowd.

You and Euna proceed through the mountain ravine.

It's a simple hike for you, but Euna is less surefooted. She frequently stumbles. You offer an arm to help stabilize her, which she latches to.

"Thank you," she says.

"You're welcome"

Enough tricky spots cause her to hold on to you so much that she soon stops letting go.

To the north, the ravine empties into a valley against the mountain range. To the south is the altar.

There's also a goat trail traveling east and west along the mountain ledges. To the east, peeking just above the mountain range, is the tip of a wooden pole—perhaps a flag pole.

There's also the goat trail cutting east and west through the mountains. The path east leads to the slaver's cove.

You arrive at the river upstream of the delta. It winds its way through the jungle flowing from north to south.

You're at the river.

You pause fucking her just long enough to get her on all fours facing away from you. She gladly takes the pose and rocks herself back upon your cock. She's lost in bliss, and doesn't notice as you rest one hand on her shoulder, and with the other you take a fistful of her long, golden hair.

You pull her onto you, but mostly by her shoulder. She hardly notices, but you tug more upon her hair. She yelps in surprise and looks back. You say nothing, but continue to pull lightly, forcing her back upon you a little harder.

She looks forward and loses herself in pleasure again. You pull equally on her hair and shoulder. Suddenly, she rolls her shoulder to dislodge your hand.she reaches back and pulls your hand off her shoulder.

The message is clear.

Your first tug elicits a shrill cry from Euna. She humps back against you with renewed vigor, but her thrusts guided now through your hair rein.

You yank her back by her hair each time you hammer into her ass. Her rim clutches your shaft as you violate her bowels.pussy. Her lips clutch your shaft as you hammer her cervix. Her body slaps against your pelvis with every thrust. Euna is beside herself in pleasure. Her back is arched and her head is pulled back from your yanking. Animalistic grunts escape her throat, mixed with whimpers and cries of pain and pleasure.

Reaching up, you squeeze her breasts, causing her to writhe with pleasure. Then you take each nipple between your fingers and pinch.

Euna hisses in pain. She struggles against the ropes binding her wrists,She clasps her hand over yours and is on the verge of pulling your hands away, yet you keep pounding into her, and her lust slowly wins over. With her arms bound overhead, she juts her chest out against your squeezing handsHer hand over yours, she squeezes them against her breasts—an open invitation to do as you wish.

You squeeze each nipple in turn, twisting and pulling. With each fierce tweak, she whimpers. Her ass squeezes your member.Her vaginal walls clutch your member. Both nipples stand erect.

As you're having sex, you bring your fist down on Euna's belly. It nearly doubles her over, even as you're fucking her. For the next punches, Euna bites her lips to keep from crying out, but enough hard swift blows and she's contorting. Her hands are desperate to defend herself, but tethered as they are over her head, she's helpless.but she keeps them over your shoulder, out to the side, over her head, or anywhere to keep them out of the way. Her pussy squeezes your member with each strike.

Your last punch is with most of your strength. She bursts out coughing.

"Oh Lord, enough!" She curls up.She clutches her belly. Despite her twisted mask of pain, she cradles you with her legs to welcome you to fuck her deeper.

You lightly punch Euna in the stomach. She flinches, and sex slows.

"Punching me, are you?" Euna says. "Like those silly girls in town?"

"They must find something they like about it."

Euna stretches back without letting you slip out of her. "Go on then, those girls were getting punched a might bit harder than that. Do better.Treat me properly."

You deliver punch after punch to her abdomen, feeling her pussy tighten around your cock.

"Harder," she says. "Please."

Your next punch causes a rippling slap to sound out. "Augh!" She pulls the rope tethering her arms taught, unable to guard her belly, but then, "Just like that. Yes." She relaxes.cradles her belly, but then, "Just like that. Yes." Her hands move away.

Another punch, another cry. Another cradling. She struggles to keep still.herself from putting her hands in the way. Each blow knocks the wind out of her. Your next punch lands with nearly all your strength. "Oh, Lord. Augh. Enough!" This time she curls over. You slip out.

"I think I'm going to bruise..." She focuses on her breath. "It's like a jolt to my entire womb, but... I don't know why. It just causes such a stirring."

"It's a shock to your system," you say.

She nods, eyes closed. Rolling back over, she tenderly straightens out. "No more, but Lord in heaven, please fuck me now."

And you're inside her again. She holds you close and stares intently into your eyes with an expression muddled with pain and desire.

As you're having sex, you bring your fist down on Euna's stomach. She tenses. Her pussy squeezes your cock. Yet she eases back and gives you an assenting look.

More punches, each causing a squeeze and sharp breath, each a little harder, until one hard strike causes her flinch. Hands bound, she can only squirm.Breath heavy, Euna brings a hand to her clit and rubs fervently. However, this does block you from further strikes.

You punch Euna in the stomach, lightly. She flinches. Sex stops.

"...did you just punch me?" Euna says.

"Lightly."

"Like all those silly girls in town?"

"They must find something they like about it."

Euna bites her lip in contemplation. She scoots further up the bed and props herself against the pillows. "Enjoy yourself.""Do it again." She says, "but carefully."

You situate yourself over her. The first punch is hardly a tap. The second and third cause her to flinch. By the fourth and fifth, she's tensing her abdomen against the punches, so for your next punch, you freeze just a second before striking her flesh, and then you strike. Hard.

Euna curls up. "Oohh, you devil!" She clutches her stomach and takes deep controlling breaths. There's pain, clearly, but something is happening inside her, as evident from her slow writhing and the gentle gyration.

"So?" you ask.

"I think..." She rubs her thighs together to create pleasant friction. "...that I'm done experimenting for now. But this was illuminating." Sensually, she stretches out and arches her back, putting her body on full display. "Please return to battering my body in your more conventional manner."

You oblige, and soon you're once again astride Euna and buried deep inside her.

Without breaking stride, you bring your hand down upon her ass with a loud crack.

Her eyes snap open. Her pumping slows. She looks at you with an arched eyebrow. You continue on as though nothing were amiss. Little by little, she resumes humping against you. When you bring your hand down upon her ass again, she flinches, but doesn't slow.

Euna yelps. She glances at you. Her eyes twinkle with mischief.

So you slap her again, and again. With each slap, she shudders. The cheeks of her ass glow red. Your hand soon stings, and so you lay off.

As you hammer her ass, As you fuck her, While she's sucking you off, Reaching up, you squeeze both of her bound tits viciously. Euna hisses in response.Choked as they are, the pain is amplified, and Euna cries out in response. You yank and twist her nipples, and squeeze her globes as though squeezing juice from a fruit. yet even as she writhes in pain, Euna's arches her back, jutting her chest outward for you as though desperate for this abuse.

With one hand still buried in Euna's ass, you slide three fingers inside her.

A sly smile comes over Euna. She rolls onto her side and hugs one leg to her chest. This lines you up perfectly for what you both have in mind.

Four fingers go in. She's dripping wet. However, pushing in your thumb takes force due to the hand already lodged in her ass. You jolt your fist against her pussy. Each time Euna's body rocks. She's wincing in pain. "Don't stop..." she mutters. "Rip me open if you have to."

So you pry both her holes this way and that in order to make room. She cries in pain, but it works. Your fist slips inside her.

"Oh, Lord." Euna looks down at her stretched holes.Euna reaches down and feels your wrists. "That is obscene. Two fists." She toys with her clit. "I'm such a loose harlot. Can you remember when I was afraid to take a simple cock inside me?"

"It wasn't long ago."

"No, it wasn't." Euna hugs her knee to her chest. "And now I need nothing more than for you to punish my loose holes. Please have your way with me."

"No, it wasn't." Euna hugs her knee to her chest again. "I hope you're not planning to just let your hands sit there."

You push in with the fist in her ass while you pull back from her vagina. Your knuckles slip free of her deformed slit while your other hand explores her bowels. Then you reverse. Your knuckles squeeze free of her anal ring while you punch up against her vaginal floor. Euna whimpers each time you piston into her with alternating fists. The skin about her holes deforms wildly. Her slit pushes in while her ass distends out, and then the other way around.

Euna is beside herself. Her body quakes. After only a few minutes of this brutal stuffing, she loses control. It's as though she's seizing with how much tremors rock through her. Her toes curl, and her holes clench your fists with amazing strength, and her pussy sprays juices onto your arm.

You don't slow down until she goes limp, and then you leave your arms buried in her while she seems to take a quick nap.

A few long breaths later, her limp holes start clenching again. "I've never felt so full," she whispers. "That was intense. I'm not even sure if it was pain or pleasure I felt. It was amazing."

"This? This was amazing?" You start alternating your fists.

She smiles, and half-heartedly gestures for you to stop. "No. I can't anymore."

"Can't what? Do this?" You pump even more. Her holes clench again. Her breaths picks up, as does her body's quaking.

"Oh Lord." She gyrates her hips against your fists. "What have you turned me into?"

You switch arms and line your fist up with her yawning vaginal canal. Brown stains your knuckles. Euna looks at it apprehensively, then obediently rolls onto her other side, lining her holes up with your fists.rolls to her other side, lining her holes up with your fists and giving you unspoken permission. You press in. Those clumps are now dissolving in her already-tainted vagina.

She doesn't care. Euna rests back and basks as you press your other hand into her gaped anus.

Switch again.

You withdraw your fists again. It seems you're stirring the sludge in her bowels, because more is caking your fist this time. Euna whimpers in frustration and turns to align her holes with your switch.

"Don't stop," she mutters.

You press into her. She doesn't seem to care about the shit your fist took with it.

Switch again.

Once again, you withdraw. Euna rolls over automatically. Her eyes are closed, so she doesn't see the reservoir of shit caked over your fingernails. She must smell it though. You certainly can.

You push that fist into her cunt. It's tinging brown.

Euna trembles in pleasure all the same as you work both her holes.

Switch again.

You pull out of her ass. Brown is caked between your fingers like mortar. She rolls without looking. "Put it in," she mutters.

You press that fist into her snatch. Some clumps cling to her vaginal lips. Her slack ass is oozing shit when you press your other hand to it. It seeps between your fingers.

Switch yet again.

This time, when you pull out, you keep your fist loose. Your fingers scrape up sludge, leaving you with a small reservoir in your palm.

Euna rolls over and pulls one leg to her chest, leaving her split open. She's awaiting your fists. You oblige. That reservoir is lost deep inside her.

And switch again.

When you withdraw, you run your fingers along the sludge oozing from her asshole. It's a handful. You're careful reaching into her cunt to make sure that sludge stays in your palm. With your hand deep inside, you squeeze, and the sludge squirts out between your fingers.

She must feel the grimy sludge running from her stretched vagina, but must be too close to orgasm to care. She won't be lost to it much longer.

Switch one more time, and make it count.

You pull both fists from her holes.

"Don't stop," she pleads.

"Roll over."

Her eyes widen with realization, and she looks at your fists. One is covered in her vaginal secretions, and the other has light smears of scum running down your wrist. "Oh, that is depraved. You're going to sully me." She rolls over and pulls her other leg to her chest.

Her gaping ass easily takes your nectar-covered fingers. Your other fist lines up with her sex. Brown lines your fingernails, and it's packed between your fingers.

"It's so wrong," Euna mutters. "You're polluting me."

Her sex envelopes your hand up to your wrist. The filthiness of such an adulterated fisting has her quaking. With only a few thrusts, she starts to climax. At moments she tries to pull away. At other's she's humping against you as though trying to force your dirty fist deeper inside her.

Soon, she comes down, but you keep thrusting. She enjoys it while recovering her breath.

You go to switch your arms. There are stains your knuckles. Euna hesitates.

"No?" you ask.

"I don't think so."

"You're already messy."

"I'm tainted, yes," she replies, "but I'd rather not spend half the night cleaning myself out again."but that's... too much, I think. I'll already have a miserable time cleaning myself out. So Keep those fists to their proper holes."So let's not. Please?"

"Very well." You aim your filthy fist as her ass and punch back in. She gasps in surprise, and after you've worked your other fist back into her canal, you're back to pistoning her with both fists while she trembles and writhes.

Leaving your fist buried in her snatch, you begin working fingers into her tight asshole.

She's tight, and dry, but it only takes a few more dollops of daywither slime. Soon you're working four fingers into her ass. With one fierce push, you're in her up to the wrist with both hands.

She's tight, and dry, but it only takes a few more dollops of akkoro slime. Soon you're working four fingers into her ass. With one fierce push, you're in her up to the wrist with both hands.

She's tight, and dry, but your other fist is completely coated in her vaginal juices. You pull it out and work that hand into her ass instead. It still takes some work but soon it's up to your wrist in her ass.

Then you focus back on her drooling slit with your other hand. A few hard thrusts, and that wrist too is buried inside her.

Leaving your fist buried in her ass, you work your other hand into her sex.

Euna lets out a whimpered sigh. Then a series of gasped yelps as you start alternately sawing your fists in and out of her hole. Within minutes, she's convulsing and whimpering. Her holes squeezes your arms.

The next time you jam your fist deep into her bowels, you go a little farther in. Every thrust does the same. Her anal ring grows tighter the farther up your arm you go. Eventually, you stop pulling out all together and only withdraw to your wrist

Hissing, Euna pulls away. "Just how deep do you plan to go?"

"As far as I can." you reply.

"Is this safe?"

"Perfectly safe," you say, although you actually have no idea.

Euna bites her lips. "Okay, but use your common sense."

With the all clear, you attack her hole more aggressively. Reaching, you take hold of her shoulder for leverage and begin forcing your fist deeper.

Her bowels are warm, like a sleeve about your hand. You jab your arm farther with little jerks. With each, it's as though Euna hiccups, but you gain bit by bit. Deep inside her, you feel a curve in her intestines. At your deepest, you can just hook your fingers around it, but at that depth, her anal ring it too tight about your forearm to go any further.

Euna is whimpering as you jab for more progress, but there is none to be had. "You're splitting me open," she moans.

So you pull out, until her anal ring is about the widest part of your knuckles, and then back in. Full deep thrusts with penetration deeper than she's ever had before, and every time you try to force your arm farther. Tears form in Euna's eyes. Her fingers play over her clit while her ass squeezes your arm.

And then she cries out. It's a powerful orgasm that takes her minutes to come down from. But she's hardly caught her breath when you start powering into her limp body again. Though her ass is sore and abused, she comes back to life and humps against you as you punish her hole.

Two fingers fit into her ass easy enough, but the third meets with friction.

"If you want to keep going," she says, "you need to get the oils."

"Okay."

"Why? Your sex is creating the perfect oil already."

You withdraw your fingers.

"That oil will not be sufficient," she replies.

"Sure it will." You hold Euna down and press your fist into her snatch. She grimaces from the sudden invasion. She braces herself to help you push into her. Once you're hand is buried, you thrust a few times and extract. Slick vaginal juices are webbed between your fingers. "And now I'm oiled."

"Hmm." Euna pulls her legs up to give you better access. You worm your fingers back into her ass. Four fingers get in easily. Her juices are almost doing the trick, though there's still much resistance. Her skin drags against your fingers much more. Nonetheless, tucking your thumb, you push and prod. Her ring expands to take your fist with only minimal grunting from Euna.

"See?" you say.

"That hurt..."

"I'm sure. But your ass is for my pleasure, not yours. So get used to it."

"As you wish." She settles back. "Please fist my hole to your liking. Don't worry about my pain."

"I wasn't planning to."

"That was not nearly as comfortable," she says.

"But so much more sexy," you say. "You can take a fist in your ass without any help."

"I suppose it is impressive in its own right. Very well. Kindly get to work sodomizing me with your fist. Ignore any whimpers."

"Of course, Your Highness."

You work your fist in and out. Euna tries her best to endure the pain of such a dry violation. Fortunately, the slick mucus of her colon starts to smooth out your pumping.

You slather your fist with daywither syrup and You coat your fist with akkoro slime and You collected some of Euna's vaginal discharge about your hand and begin working four fingers into her hole. They slide in easily. You cease fucking her to get into a better position, thenAfter sawing them in and out, you tuck your thumb and push. Whimpering, Euna spreads her legs wide for you, and soon, your fist slips inside.

Her anal ring now clenches your wrist.

"Hmm," Euna moans. "Yes." She pulls her leg closer toward her chest.

You both know she can take more, so with each thrust you make, her ass relaxes a little more, you push a little deeper in side of her. Soon, you're long and deep, going as far as mid-forearm, to pulling out until only your fingers remain in her slack hole. She mewls with pleasure.

"Hmm," Euna moans. "Oh that feels divine." She pulls her leg closer toward her chest. "Batter my poor hole." You pull your fist back out until your knuckles slips past her ring, then back in. It's easier this time, and soon you're thrusting your fist in and out of her hole while she mewls with pleasure.

She startles. "Then just hold on. I'll go down to the river for a minute and—"

"No, no," you say. "You're fine as you are." You reposition yourself.

As you start to push in, she tries to pull away again, but you're holding her in place. "It's going to get really messy," she says.

"Then you'll have a lot to clean up afterward."

"Me?" She gasps as you penetrate her.

"Of course," you say. "I'm not going to clean your messes."

"You're the one who wants to sodomize me."

"Because your ass is mine to sodomize," you reply. "Is it not?"

She snaps her back into subservience. "Yes, of course. Use me as you will. Think nothing of the mess. I'll clean everything." She flips over onto all fours and clutches the rope tethering her wrists.fours.

"I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into," she replies.

"I think I do," but you pause at the entrance of her ass and wait for her to make the final decision.

Chewing her lip, she stares back at your cock with apprehension. Her eyes narrow. "You just want messy, don't you?"

You shrug.

A sly smiles comes over her. She flips over onto all fours. "Very well, you depraved Fool, I'll let you have your mess, but know that you'll be cleaning up everything afterward. I won't be lifting a finger."let's see how messy we get."

"Very well," and you push forward.

She's tighter than usual not only because of the pestle in her snatch, but because of what her rectum is holding onto inside. She relaxes herself enough for you to slip in. Your dick is hardly past her sphincter when it encounters a soft mass pushing against it. It deforms around your shaft's head as you push it deeper inside of her.

She's wincing in pain. "Oh, Lord."

"Relax," you say. "Push."

"You really want a mess. Don't you?"

"You know you need to push, or it will only be painful."

"I'll try."

You make more slow thrusts. With each withdrawal, the mass inside of her follows your cock out, but with each thrust in, you ram it back inside her, pulverizing it into a wet slop. Brown streaks appear along your shaft. Then thick smears cake it.

Euna glances back and sees the mess. "Oh Lord." She buries her face in her hands, an embarrassed smile on her lips.

Wet ribbons of filth ooze out alongside your shaft when you pull out. Clumps accumulate along its base. A pungent smell fills the air. Yet sensing your lack of concern, Euna lets herself enjoy this. She humps back against you. The first few dollops drop to the ground. She's too lost in pleasure to notice.

Stabbing to the hilt, you fire cum into the packed mess inside her. Euna quakes. Her ring clenches you rhythmically.

After, Euna collapses onto her elbows and gasps. You pull out to find your cock and her ass matted in her waste. A drop of mushed shit escapes her gaping hole before she can tighten herself up, and she squeaks in alarm.

Looking down, she finally notices the tiny pile between her legs. "Oh Lord..." She covers her face with her hands. A blush comes over her. Reaching down, she pulls the pestle from her snatch. "I can't believe I just had an accident in front of you."

"Don't worry about it. Let's get cleaned up."

"Push out the rest of it."

Lick her ass clean.

"How about you clean me."

You line your cock up with Euna's asshole. The moment you touch her ring, she flinches away.

You shouldn't. Not today," she says.

"Why not?"

She chews her lip. "Let's just say it's apt to..."

"Get messy?" you say.

"Yes."

"So? There's always a little mess."

"Not this time. I... I did not have time to relieve myself earlier."

"Oh, you mean you mean your bowels are full."

Her cheeks redden. "Yes."

"Then you're right. Let's not."

"Let's do it anyway."

"For the best," Euna settles down. "Don't worry. I endeavor to keep myself ready for such acts as this."

"How are you going to do that?"

"There were certain hygiene practices I learned at the convent."

"The convent?"

"Cleanliness is next to Godliness," she says. "It was a form of punishment, certainly not meant for what we're doing. But if I plan to enjoy this behavior, I should think it's expected."

"Sounds like a lot of work."

She shrugs. "As a tsarivna, I should be expected to maintain a certain level of decorum and cleanliness, even with regards to sodomy. But never mind all that. If you'd please get back to ravaging me."

As you pleasure her clit with your tongue, As you hammer into her, As you work digits in and out of her snatch, Your hand caresses closer until your fingers trace along her rim. Euna, though lost in pleasure, widens her eyes. Her body trembles at the touch.

You press the tip of your finger in. It resists a little; she tightens up. So you resume circling the rim as you tongue her clit. as you fuck her. as your other hand works her pussy. until she relaxes. Soon, you try again, and her hole slowly yields. Euna bucks. She grinds her sex against your face. Her sex squeezes your cock. She grinds her sex against your fingers, working them deeper. Second knuckle. Third knuckle. Her ass easily allows you to slip in and out without resistance.

Fist her ass.

Try to fist her ass.

Now that you've pleasured her ass some, suggest trying "something new".

You position yourself behind Euna and line your cock up with her asshole. When you press forward, her experience ass easily accept your cock all the way to the hilt with no resistance. Pressing forward, there's a little resistance at first, but then you slide in to the hilt. Euna lets out a shuddering moan of pleasure.

You slide nearly entirely out, then hammer back in. Back and forth, you build up a rhythm. Euna humps back against you. The ring of her anus milks your member.

You warm her up first by gently pressing your fingers into her anus. Euna winces. She tries her best to relax, and bit by bit, her hole stops clenching. You situate yourself, hoist up her legs, and press your cock in.

She tenses. "Take it slow," she says.

You do so, pushing gently and allowing her back passage to accept your member. After bottoming out, you pull back until just the head of your cock is buried, then thrust back in. Soon, you building up a rhythm until you're fucking away at her ass.

With one slow stroke, you push all the way in until your pelvis presses against her ass. Her back arches. Her body shudders. You pull out until only the head of your cock is in her, only to plunge inside with force. This time, she cries out. Soon,Her fingers are instantly upon her clit, rubbing furiously as you hammer into her with full, powerful strokes.

The pestle in her snatch leaves her pussy stretched. ItAs you fuck her ass, she grasps the pestle still buried in her snatch and works it back and forth as though grinding spices. It deforms and stretches her pussy, and

tightens her anal passage. The double penetration sends her to another level of pleasure.

Euna's shapely ass is beautiful and pristine. Not a blemish covers it. Between her chicks is her anus. It's flowered outward somewhat and red from it's recent plundering.Between her cheeks is a sweet little puckered hole of the neatest shade of pink. A ring of blonde fur surrounds it.

It twitches as you brush your fingers over it. Euna looks back at you furtively.

Have anal sex with her.

Fist her ass.

Finger her ass.

Try to fist her ass.

Now that you've pleasured her ass some, suggest trying "something new".

Suggest anal sex.

Rim her.

You press close to her. Your finger presses against her hole. With your mouth by her ear, you whisper, "Do you want to try something new?"

"You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting, are you?"

"I think I am."

"It's a sin," she says, as though reminding you.

You grin. "I know."

"Isn't this good enough for you?" She brushes a finger along the lips of her vagina.

"Oh, it is, but sometimes it's nice to try something different. Or to broaden your horizons. Many women find they enjoy it."

"I've heard it's painful. It's just something men like to do."

"I've met many women who enjoy it. Some even prefer it. The trick is to take it slow and easy at first until you're used to it. And of course, it's better to try it with someone you trust. Do you trust me?"

"Of course, but Fira told me that I should only do it if I'm certain that I want to try it"

"Fira told you that, did she?"

"She did, and I'm not certain, so let us just enjoy something else." She moves your hand down until your fingers are upon her slit.

When your tongue tickles her perineum, Euna realizes what you're about to do and pulls away. She makes several muffled noises as though trying to speak. You pull her gag out.She pulls the gag from her mouth. "Don't do that."

"Why not?"

"Why would you want to? I'm..." She blushes. "It's unclean."

"Maybe that's why."

She gives you a perplexed look. "You are a strange little man."

"Don't worry. I know what I'm getting into. Just try to enjoy it."

She seems reluctant, but ultimately rests back. "Okay then. If you insist, but don't say I didn't warn you. You've no one to blame but yourself for what you experience."

You replace her gag. "Just relax."

You spread the cheeks of her ass and play your tongue along her rim.

"Hmm," she moans. "This is nice. You might regret doing this. I might make you do this more often now." "Get in there. Taste me." She pushes rump against your mouth.Reaching back, she spreads the cheeks of her ass.

Small flecks cling to the fur lining her hole. They come loose, filling your mouth with pungent, bitter flavor, but only for a moment. A pungent, bitter flavor fills your mouth for the first several seconds of tonguing her, but it soon passes. You run your tongue along her rim where it's stretched around the pestle. It squeezes the tool invaded her as though suckling the pestle.Your tongue cleans her rim, then you press in. She clenches and squeezes you out. You try again, this time, she relaxes. Your tongue stabs into her rear channel. Euna squirms. Moans escape her lips.

Your palm strikes her cheek.

A deafening silence follows.

"Did you really just do that?" she says. The mood is done.

"I uh... I got caught up in the moment."

"Did I do something to make you think that would be appropriate?"

"Well, you know. Sometimes women enjoy that."

"Well I am not one of those women."

"I'm sorry."

"I think I'm done now." She pushes you away from her. Pulling the sheets over herself, she rolls over to go to sleep. "That really hurt," she mutters.

Eract and unsatisfied, you've nothing to do except go to sleep too. You lay down beside her, making sure to give her plenty of space.

Go to sleep.

You relax your anus. Euna is worming her tongue past your ring, but then she feels the mass moving out.

Her tongue withdraws, and she struggles, but you keep right on pushing. When your log pushes through past her lips, she squeals in disgust. Her hands are poised, ready to push you off, yet she doesn't.

Then, her hands go flat at her side. No more resistance.

She tenses. The mass retreats. Euna remains poised, as though unsure whether to push you off. Then her hands where you can see, and she beckons. Go ahead, her hands say. Her lips fix about your rim.

You let your shit freely flow. It hits the back of her throat and backs up instantly, and like that, Euna is retching. She shoves you off and sits partway up. It seems she's about to run to vomit, but no. She holds, half risen, with her cheeks puffed and a tip of shit sticking from her lips. The retching comes in bouts, but she's slowly winning control.

Her eyes find yours, and she begins to chew. It's difficult with so much in her mouth, and clumps fall onto her breasts. Her hand shoots between her legs and strums frantically. Her body contorts as much from heaving fits as it does from trembling pleasure, and she's heaving breaths, yet she persists in this disgusting self-torment.

With micro-swallows, she makes headway. The shit turns to sludge, which trickles into her belly. Eventually, she's able to pop the clumps on her breasts into her mouth. And once her tongue is mostly clean, she hefts her tits up and licks away the smears.

Euna looks queasy, but proud of herself.

"If you have any more," she says, "you can finish using my mouth."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"I'd like to please you," she says.

"I don't care. I could shit in the woods just as happily as I could in your mouth. I did this to help you become a proper shit whore so you don't embarrass yourself the next time a client wants it."

Euna chews her lip. "Is that what I am to you? A shit whore?"

"Yes. One who badly needs training. You should be thanking me for helping you."

A timid smile plays on her face. "Thank you."

"Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for helping me become a better shit whore," Euna says.

"Do you want me to finish shitting in your mouth?"

"Yes, please. I do."

"Then beg for it."

Euna crawls closer. "Please, my master. Please shit in my mouth. Let me swallow your waste right into my diseased stomach. Let me gorge myself on your dung. Make me the best shit whore you could ever want. Help me make my mouth the perfect receptacle. It's what I want. It's... it's what I deserve." She rolls over before you, making her mouth available to you.

"That wasn't nearly as horrible as I thought it'd be," she says.

"If you thought that, why'd you do it?"

"Because it might be the most intimate thing I've ever done. I took your shit into my sacred body. It sits in my stomach, and it will become a part of me. It's like we're bound together now."

"You make it sound romantic."

"It is. Eating your shit is the most profound declaration of love I've ever shown you, or anyone. I've polluted myself for you."

"I'm honored."

"Don't be too honored." She lies back down. "I also did this for practice. The next time a john wants to shit in my mouth, I don't plan to back down again. Now come over here, squat over my mouth, and help me practice with whatever you've got left."

"As you command, your Highness."

You get into position over her. Her lips seal against your hole. And when you void, they stay put. Your crap slithers into her mouth. She chews and swallows rapidly. And after the last is gone, her tongue rasps your hole until you lift up. Euna is left licking her lips.

"Thank you," she says.

"For what?"

"For feeding me your shit."

"You're welcome. Make sure you always thank me," you say. "Or anyone else who's gracious enough to use your mouth."

"Yes, my master. I will."

"It's already getting easier," she says.

"Ready for other people?"

"I don't know. I ate your waste out of love. But if I take another person's shit into my body, it will be a loveless act. Nothing more than depravity."

"You'll be a shit whore pulling a trick."

"That's right." She shivers. Her finger play her clit. "I'm going to cum just thinking about it. Lord, I can't wait to take someone else's shit into me, for money. I'll be... oh Lord... I'll be the most depraved whore of them all. Hmm!" She's trembling now.

"You still have a ways to go," you say. "Are you ready to eat any stranger's shit? Countless johns? All filling your stomach, or your cunt? Smearing you in waste? You must be prepared for the most disgusting and degrading acts that will pollute your once-sacred body in vile ways."

"Oh Lord! I will! I'll torture my stomach! I live to wallow." Euna roils in ecstasy. "I'll be the shit whore you've made me!"

"You'll be a filth queen."

"Yesss! Now come. Make love to your Queen of Filth. Fuck me. Rape me. Let me show my love to you."

You guide Euna to lie back. However, the moment you move to squat over her, she squirms away.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"What's it look like?" you reply.

"It looks like you're about to smother me with your assbottom while I'm tied up and helpless. Which I am not comfortable with."

"Why not?"

"What if I needed air? I wouldn't be able to do anything. I'd panic."

"Maybe that's the idea," you say.

She shakes her head. "I'm sorry. I know I'm yours, but I just don't feel safe doing that. ...not tonight."

"I think not. I just don't see myself enjoying something like that. Not tonight anyway."

"Very well."

She nibbles her lip. "Very well. If that's what you want to do, but please go easy on me."

"Hmm. So a little fear and trust play?" She ponders this. "Why not? A little fear. Do not go overboard."

You sit over her face. Her tongue worms up your hole.

You guide Euna to lie back. She does so, her bound hands stretched overhead by the tethering ropes. Squatting over her, you settle down until your asshole is right over her mouth. Her tongue goes to work. It slurps along your rim and stabs through to the bowels within.

Her hands caress your thighs lovingly, as though embracing a lover.

You sit down fully on her face, burying her nose and mouth in the crack of your ass. Your weight keeps her tongue from doing any meaningful work.

She grunts. Once. Twice. And pushes. After a good ten seconds of shoving, you lift. She gasps desperately for air.

"Why didn't you lift off?" she asks.

You look between your legs at her. "Because I want your tongue up my ass. Why did you stop me?"

"Because I couldn't breath."

"You're my slave, aren't you?"

Biting her lower lip, she nods.

"Then thrash a little for me."

You sit back on her face. Her tongue obediently worms into your ass.

Her chest is soon convulsing. She tries to push you up. When you don't budge, she ceases. Instead, her hands fret over her belly trying to resist interfering. One finds its way to her clit.

"What in the world was that for?" she demands. "I could have passed out."

You look between your legs at her. "I'm sorry. I thought you could handle getting a little rough. But I'll go easier on you if you—"

Euna grabs both of your thighs and pulls you down onto her face. You obligingly settle your weight on her while her tongue worms into your ass.

Her chest is soon convulsing. Her hands stop holding you down. In time, they try to push you up. When you don't budge, she ceases. Instead, her hands fret over her belly trying to resist interfering. One finds its way to her clit.

She's squirming now. Tonguing stops. Her finger strums. She's pushing on your thigh, but you hold out until she's thrashing. Then you lift.

She spends ages gasping before she's able to speak. "Do you know... what I would do... to anyone else who'd dare smother me with their bottom?"

"What's that?"

"I'd sentence them... to death."

She spends ages gasping before she's able to speak. "Do you know... what my father would do... if he knew you were smothering his eldest daughter... with your bottom?"

"Make me marry you?"

"He'd sentence you... to death."

"Is that so?" You sit back down on her face. Her tongue goes to work. Her finger scours her clit until she's curling beneath you in air-deprived pleasure, but over time, every drop of that orgasm turns into an instinct to survive.Over time, her enthusiasm diminishes as her instinct to survive emerges.

You sit down fully on her face, burying her nose and mouth in the crack of your ass. She endeavors toobediently tongues you.

The need for air slowly begins to consume her. It starts with her chest heaving, and then comes the squirming.

She still holds on. Her tongue still worms. At this point, it's a test of endurance.

You keep your seat. At first, she struggles against herself to keep from fighting, but enough is enough. She shoves you up and gasps hard for air.

"Sorry," she says. "I can't take any more."

"I'm not done."

"Sorry," she replies. "I'm too light-headed. No more tonight. Please?"

"Of course."

"Enough," she says. "No more of that for now."

"Are you sure?"

"I can hardly see straight. Yes. I'm sure." She rests back. "But don't take that to mean you're done ravaging me."

"Of course not, Your Highness."

"That wasn't very long," you say.

"I know." She looks a little shamefaced. "It's hard to keep it up when I can stop you. I don't think there's much point in doing this if I'm not tied up." She regards you. "But that can always be remedied, can't it?"

Now her limit is reached, and yet here you are. Her tongue has stalled, and she bucking and kicking, but your weight is too much.

Her bucking stills. She's resigning herself to the realization that this ends when you decide it ends. Thrashing does nothing but waste energy. She's gained control over herself, but she's strung like a piano wire. It seems her limit is farther than she thought.

Her tongue starts to waggle against your hole once again...

By now, her lungs are screaming. Others would be thrashing by now. She's merely tense, and her tongue keeps working.

She has to be desperate now, but she knows well enough that you're not going to lift up until you decide to, and not a moment sooner.

Her tongue is hard at work, as though she wasn't out of breath at all. She knows now there's no point in thrashing. There isn't much life to it. Maybe this is to distract herself. Maybe it's out of obedience.

Her chest keeps clenching, a little at first, but more and more. She can't help it anymore.

She's losing control now, and the panic truly sets in. What she's doing beneath you now is akin to a seizure. Her thrashing seems involuntary. Her tongue has stopped.

More thrashing. But now it's starting to dull, like a fish flopping less and less on the deck of a boat.

She's going still now. No tongue action. Hardly any chest clenching.

And now she's completely limp.

She's still limp

She's definitely not faking this.

It's been minutes since she stopped moving.

It's really quiet.

This may be too long.

You may be killing the mood.

It's possible this is a bad idea.

You aren't waiting for her to say her safety word, are you?

What good could possibly come of this?

It's probably safe to say you're doing this on purpose.

You know what the outcome will be.

And yet still you sit?

Why not? It's not like it's going to make a difference anymore.

But your legs are getting tired.

You shift a little. Her face isn't terribly comfortable.

Crickets chirr.

A though occurs to you. Is this weird?

It's getting chilly.

She's getting chilly.

You fold your arms and huddle up. Brisk weather isn't going to stop you.

Your mind wanders.

Five years ago, is this where you saw yourself in five years?

Do you think you'll ever tell anyone about this?

Like at a tavern one day?

Unless it's a very specific kind of tavern, this'll probably kill the mood there too.

You yawn.

Could you sleep sitting on her like this? Like some strange vigil?

Did something just rustle in the bushes over there?

Was that a wolf howling just now? It was pretty far off.

What other creatures lurk in these lands?

Could any of them be watching you right now?

Would they be wondering what the hell you're doing?

Or would they just be impressed by your commitment?

Maybe you should try meditating. It seems like a good a time as any.

And where better than on the face of a princess?

You try.

You fail. Your mind keeps drifting.

And now you feel a little silly.

Your eyes are getting heavy now.

Your dick went limp a while ago.

You give it a few jerks. Nothing.

That's fine.

Because let's be fair. You're not sitting on her face anymore because it's erotic. You're doing it just for the sake of doing it.

Though why are you still doing it is a good question. It's not like anything new is going to come of this.

It's not like you're setting a record for sitting on a woman's face. There isn't anyone around to witness it.

Unless someone really is spying on you right now.

Maybe you'll walk into town tomorrow and everyone will point. "There he is," they'll say, "the facesitter."

Maybe they'll slow clap.

Probably not.

You'll probably have to skip town. So many people will be asking you where your friend is.

The truth would only confuse them.

It's definitely getting late now. Maybe it's time to round this up.

Maybe we should just pretend you only sat on her face for a few minutes. That would certainly save you a few taps of the back button.

No?

Are you sure? Because I'm running out of things to say.

Well, all right then.

You're free to sit on your little throne as long as you want.

It's not like anyone is going to stop you.

But it may get a little repetitive.

You doze off for a bit.

You ponder your life choices. How exactly did you end up here?

You're legs are cramping again. You fidget, but of course you're careful not to lift off of your seat.

You play with yourself a little, though not with any real conviction.

You grope Euna's boobs. They are right there after all.

You snort and clear your throat.

You consider your options. What are you going to do tomorrow?

You watch a nearby insect crawling along. Eventually it goes on its way.

As you continue to do stuff, you reach between her legs and massage her clit. This sends jolts of electricity through her. Groaning with pleasure, she bucks each time your thumb circles her nub.

While you do stuff, you deliver a powerful slap across her face. Startled, she gasps, but when she looks back, her eyes are begging for more. You slap her again, and again, until her cheeks glow red.

"Are you still committed to becoming an expert at pleasuring?" you ask.

She backs off your dick and looks at you while idly playing with your shaft. "I won't make do with average."

"Then you should know that most experts will take every inch of a man's cock in their mouth."

"How? My mouth is only so big. I'm near gagging with how much of you I'm taking now."

"That's just it," you say. "You gag, and you push through. You take the man's cock down your throat, and you ignore your body's impulse to expel it."

"Sounds torturous."

"Good service is about self-sacrifice."

"That's true..." She takes you into her mouth again and envelopes as much as she can. Her body contorts as she gags. Out comes your dick. "Ugh. I don't see how." She tries a few more times. All end in failure.

"It helps to straighten out your throat," you add. "Make one long passage."

"Okay..." On all fours now, she tries again. Her lips sink down upon your shaft until only a few inches remain. Her tongue plays along the underside. Her hands caress your balls. It seems she is making progress, but then she retches. Once that happens, every attempt causes her gag reflex to kick in.

One particular attempt causes her throat to squeeze the end of your cock. It feels good, but the failure to dislodge sets her off on a chain of retching which ends with her giving up.

Her eyes are watering. The hairs on her arms are standing up. "I don't think I can do it."

"It's okay. You made a good attempt."

"Oh, I am not going to be defeated so easily," she says. "I'm going to practice, as one must with any skill."

"Such dedication."

"I don't settle for adequate. I'm a tsarivna. I should strive to excel at everything I do, no matter how lurid. ...Or torturous. You'll see. I will punish my throat until it learns to behave, and then I will pleasure you properly. Until then, you'll just have to make do with this..."

Euna returns to sucking you off the way she was before. While she's not sinking down all the way upon your cock, it's still a phenominal performance. Her tongue teases its head, and her hands work the shaft.

You present Euna your cock. She pulls away and eyes the tinges along your shaft and wrinkles her nose.

"Do you not recall where you've just been sticking that thing?"

"I do," you say.

"Your cock reeks of my dirt. I will not put it in my mouth."

"Okay."

You present Euna with your cock.

Euna pulls away, nose wrinkled. "You do remember you just had sex with my bottom, don't you?"

"I remember." You keep your cock poised.

"And you want me to put it in my mouth?"

"I do."

"Hmm." She bites her lip in thought. "It is such a filthy thing, isn't it? Cleaning it would be such a vile act."

She makes up her mind. Her mouth envelops the head of your filthy cock. She sucks for a moment, then gags.

"Ugh, it's potent."

"I figured it would be. Do you want to stop?"

Instead of answering, she starts again. This time taking your cock half way into her mouth. Her tongue works along the shaft. Again she gags, but she doesn't back away. Soon, your cock is clean and glistening.

"And you thought I wouldn't, didn't you?" she says.

"Actually, I knew you would."

She grins and takes your cock back in her mouth. She gives it tender care with her tongue and lips, taking it far down her throat. Any hesitation she had is gone.

You present Euna your cock, fresh from her ass and smeared with streaks. Without hesitation, she lovingly takes it into her mouth.She hesitates at first, then tentatively takes it into her mouth. Immediately she gags, but this doesn't deter her. She's right back at it. After sucking the shaft, she licks at the base your shaft.

Only once your cock is fully cleansed does she focus on pleasuring you with her mouth. She bobs up and down your shaft while massaging your balls with her hands.

Stroking her face, you guide her head toward your manhood.

She pulls away. "No."

"No?"

"A woman's mouth is not a receptacle. It is a sin for a man to lay seed anywhere but upon the womb."

"I don't have to lay my seed there."

"It's still a sin."

"So is everything fun."

"I don't want to," she says emphatically.

You back away.

As Euna is sucking upon your cocks,

You subtly direct her toward your erection. She weighs the idea momentarily before kneeling before you. Tentatively, she takes you into her mouth and gets to work.

It's not great. She's got the sense to bob her mouth up and down upon your shaft, but that's about it. She has no skill. You find yourself relying upon the sight of her body to maintain your excitement. This beautiful maiden is on her hands and knees with your cock in her mouth. Even if it's not a great job, this is still an amazing thing. And she does seem to be enjoying herself, despite her sensibilities. She seems intent on finishing.

Moving up towards her head, you put your cock to her lips. Euna dutifully take you into her mouth and shows your member true tenderness. She alternates between teasing its head, to wrapping her lips about your shaft and taking it down her throat until her lips press against your pelvis. Each time, she chokes upon your cock. Thick saliva coats your shaft, which she gathers with her tongue and incorporate into the experience. Much of it dribbles down her chin. to taking you into her mouth, putting her lips partway down your shaft.

Wetting one finger, she sneaks it down under your sack, circles it around your rim, then pushes it into your rectum. Your pleasure amplifies when she massages the spot inside you, just behind your testicles.

Her hand switches between working your shaft to kneading your balls.

With her other hand, she grasps the handle of the pestle buried in her snatch. She works it in and out and side to side as though grinding spices within her.

You yank her head down upon your cock to its base, and you hold. After some concentration, you release your bladder. Your urine shoots straight into her stomach. Euna stops moving when she realizes what you're doing. She focuses on swallowing, but soon the lack of air has her thrashing. As you near the end of your stream. She's chocking for air. Urine sprays out her nose.

Finished, you pull back. She gasps and coughs. After only a few gulps of air, you ram your cock back down her throat and resume fucking her mouth. She has no choice but to oblige as her mouth is once again raped.

Taking hold of Euna's head with both hands, you begin forcing her head upon your cock. She gags, but you push on through until you're lodged down her throat. Sensing what you're doing, Euna clutches your hips to brace herself for the impending throat rape.

You hammer her throat repeatedly. Her neck visibly expands to accommodate your member, and her gag reflex grips its head. Once in a while, you pull out, and she struggles to catch her breath. Each time you slam back in before she's fully recovered.

Spit spills over her chin and cleavage. Her eyes water. Her face is red, yet she always has her mouth open, ready to be violated again.

After several tight loops around each tit which squeezes them along the base, you tie off the rope in the middle with a nice bow. Her breasts are already turning red. Euna squeezes each for herself and gasps inwardly at how sensitive they're already becoming. She looks at you coyly.

"And now what will you do with me?" she asks.

Euna's breasts are already turning a dark shade of red, but then you yank the ropes tight. They bite into her flesh. Euna cries out.

"Augh. Lord. Oh Lord. Oh that hurts. Don't stop."

"Augh. Lord! It's too tight!"

"You'll survive," you reply.

You put muscle into your last few loops and tie off the rope. Both of her tits are pinched so tightly at the base that they're deformed. They balloon outward from the coils to make two angry purple orbs.

Euna writhes. With hissing breaths, she struggles to control herself until she can finally lies still. With watering eyes, she watches to see what you do next.

She watches contentedly as you kneel beside her and aim your cock at her body. When your golden liquid splashes upon her breasts, she arches her back and rubs the liquid onto her skin.

Her hands move along her body. They race down between her legs and mass urine against her labia. She cups her breasts together to pool your urine between them, and then she shoots her hand up between her globes to douse her neck.

You move your stream down her belly. She widens her legs and spreads herself open, inviting you, so you baste your urine against her pussy. She rubs it in fervently.

When you aim at her face, she closes her eyes and revels beneath the shower. Her hair soaks through. Her face drenches. She takes a few mouthfuls. Some she swallows. Most she lets spill from her lips and down her neck.

Your stream is dying down. She leans forward and licks the last remaining drops from the tip of your cock. Euna then lies back onto the piss-wet ground and rubs the wetness all over–her arms, her legs, and again her pussy.

Aim the last of the stream at her face.

Euna is completely drenched once your stream dies. She relaxes with a sigh.

She watches in confusion as you kneel beside her and aim your cock. The moment the first splash of urine escapes, she yells out, "Stop! Are you mad?"

You cut the stream. "What? We've done this before."

"Not over our bedding." Euna hastily rubs the splash of urine into her breasts before it can drip onto sheets. A few drops escape her. "This is where we sleep."

"I've slept in worse."

"Well, I haven't, and I'd appreciate it if you'd not relieve yourself here."

"As you wish."

You straddle Euna's chest and line your cock between her breasts. It brings it close to her face.

Her nose wrinkles. "Have you forgotten we've just engaged in sodomy?"

"We did." Your thumbs play over her nipples. "Now we're going to engage in something I once heard called a grease slide."

"Not a very appealing name." Euna doesn't stop you from humping the valley between her constricted and tender breasts. Your dick is leaving a trail. "Aptly named, I see."

"Isn't it?" You keep thrusting.

It's not as though she can stop you with her hands tied.As though resigned, Euna squeezes her own tits together, enveloping your cock.

"Why not?" she mutters.

You're free to grind away. Your cock hardly peaks out from her mountainous cleavage. Though there is a stench in the air.

You sit on her belly and squeeze her clammy constricted breasts around your sullied member. Her ample tits easily envelop you. Soon you're thrusting away, half humping her breasts, half jerking her breasts around your cock like a sleeve. Her piss-wet skin is slick against your member.

She struggles to keep still. With her boobs bound and tender, this humping is excruciating for her, yetYou hump away, and

she's no choice but to endure, hands tied as they are.she squeeze her chest around your cock.

Her tongue teases its head when it darts close. The fact that it had recently been in her ass doesn't stop her in the least.However, one quick taste of your cock, and she makes a face. Instead she focuses on enveloping your cock with her tits.

You turn your attention to her breasts. Both tits are swollen and tender from the ropes binding them. Their flesh is dark red.Each are two massive handfuls, unblemished by any flaw, and their skin is milk white. Though right now both are damp with piss. Her nipples are dainty pink nubs. A ring of bumps cover her areola.

Urinate on her tits.

Squeeze her breasts about your cock.

Fuck her breasts.

You fetch the cloth blindfold.

"Interesting," Euna says. "Very well. Let's try this again."

She obliges as you drape the cloth over her eyes and tie it snuggly around her head. You take a moment to make sure it's not too tight.

"Can you see anything?" you ask.

She shakes her head. "No."

"Good."

"What's that for?" she asks.

"To cover your eyes." You move to put it on.

She shies away. "Why?"

"It'll make you more aware of your other senses."

Worried, she shakes her head. "I think I'd rather have my sight, thank you."

"Very well, Your Highness."

You gather a wad of cloth and press it to her lips.

"What is it?" she asks.

"It's a gag."

"You want to gag me too?"

"Yes."

She hesitates a long while. "No, I'm sorry. The blindfold is enough... for tonight. Maybe another night."

"Understood." You put it away.

"Open your mouth," you say.

"And if I should want you to stop?" she asks.

"You'll just have to trust me."

She gives you a narrowed look, but ultimately opens her mouth. You wad the cloth into her mouth. It fits in there tightly.

She does so obediently, and you stuff the cloth into her mouth. It fits in there tightly.

To keep her from pushing it out, you tie a length of rope around her head such that she's biting down on it like a horse bit. She tests to see if she can eject it from her mouth. She can't.

You nod. "Good."

"What's that for?" she asks.

"I'm going to gag you."

She gets spooked. "But my hands are bound. What am I supposed to do if I want you to stop?"

"That's the idea, isn't it?" you joke. But you add seriously, "Don't worry. I'm sure you can get your point across."

Concerned, she studies the wadded cloth, then shakes her head. "No. I don't feel comfortable with it."

"Very well." You put it away.

You fetch the bottle of akkoro slime from the pack and set it aside with the lid open. It's in easy reach now.

"Oh, that?"

"I've heard people use it for sex."

"I know. I think heard that from me, and I might regret telling you that."

"Why not? It's safe, isn't it?"

She sniffs the bottle. "It is, but... Oh very well. We can use that, if you want."

You fetch the bottle of daywither syrup and leave it open by Euna. It's in easy reach now.

"I had a feeling you were talking about that,"" she says.

"It'll work, won't it?"

"It will." She eyes the jar. "Very well. We'll use it."

You line the pestle up with her anus and push. Through constant pressure and relaxation on Euna's part, her ass slowly caves and accepts the bulbous end of the pestle. Euna lets a small gasp. and her ass clutches the tool. When you push, it slides deep until only the handle remains.

Euna lowers her legs. Reaching down, she gives the pestle a few pumps for good measure as she eyes you. She's waiting to see what you do next.

You line the toy up with her anus and begin push.

"I don't think that's going to happen..." Euna says.

"We won't know if we don't try," you reply.

She eyes you with suspicion. "Hmm. Aren't you the adventurous one. Fine. Proceed."

You first slather the pestle with slick daywither slime, pungent akkoro slime, lubricant, then you press it once again up to her anus and get to work twisting and pushing. Unfortunately, the head is the widest part of the tool, and your efforts mostly push her hole inward.

Euna for her effort is trying her best. Her knees are to her chest, and she's pushing outward as best she can to loosen her hole.

"It's too much," she mutters breathlessly.

"It'll work," you say. "Just have to get the head in."

She groans in pain as you force the edge of the head against her. Her hole caves somewhat, but it is expanding. There's nothing to do but to push harder, Little by little, she expands until all at once, the ring of her hole swallows the head. She gasps.

Now, the resistance reverses. Her ring squeezes the slick walls of the tapering pestle, which causes it to slide further inside of her.

"Ooh," Euna reaches down and feels. Much of the veined pestle is inside of her, but not all. "I can't believe it actually fit. How deep does this go?" She grips the handle, and works it farther into herself. It's ridges strum her ring. "Hmm," she says.

"You like it?" you ask.

"Now that it's in, it's not that bad." Biting her lip, she works it in and out a few times. "Let's leave it where it is. I'd rather not go through the struggle of pulling it out just yet." With that, she pushes it into herself as far as she can, until only the handle remains. Some resistance cause an inch or two to slide out, but otherwise, it remains in place.

You line the toy up with her anus and begin push.

She clenches and pulls away. "You think that's going in dry?"

"No." You swipe your fingers along her damp slit to collected as much as possible, and you smear it along the tip of the pestle.

"I see what you're doing," Euna says, "and no."

"It's the most natural lubricant of all," you reply.

"No."

"It would work..."

"Perhaps you could convince me by ramming that tool up your own buttocks using nothing but the drippings from your staff."

It takes some twisting and grinding, but the pestle slips inside her. She gasps in pain, but already her hips rise to push against the invading tool. Once it bottoms out, you hammer it in and out of her as she moans in pleasure. Soon, she's bucking and groaning.

You line the pestle up against her anus and begin to push.

Euna pulls away. "Think again," she says.

"And what exactly do you plan to do with that?" Euna asks.

"Why don't we find out?"

"Don't you see how wide it is? I don't see how that's possibly going to fit," she says, "no matter where you're thinking."

"Not without some effort," you reply.

"I'd rather not use that tool, especially when that tool does just fine." She points to your erection.

"Very well." You put the pestle away.

You put the pestle away.

"Ropes?" she asks. "What do you expect to do with those?"

"Hold out your hands."

She obeys.

She mulls over whether to obey or not, but ultimately she does.

You bind her wrists together and secure the rope's end to one of the thick, gnarled roots jutting from the stone. by looping it about the great oak tree. to something.

She is nibbles her lip in trepidation. "You will go gently, won't you? If I ask, you'll untie me?"

"Now where's the fun in that?" you whisper. She reclines back on the bedding and waits to see what you'll do to her, eyes alert but inviting.

"Very well," she says, "but if I say so, you undo these ropes immediately, understood?"

"Who do you think is in charge right now?" you ask.

"Don't let the ropes fool you." She sits back and waits to see what you do.

She sits back and eyes you. "We'll see where this goes," she says, "but don't push your luck."

She reclines back and waits to see what you do next.

While your fist is buried inside her snatch, you begin worming fingers of your other hand into her ass. Two, then three. You try for four, but it's a tight fit with your fist already buried in her.

Euna winces. "I see what you're trying to do," she said. "I don't think so?"

"You've experienced both already," you say. "Aren't you curious?"

The thought does intrigue her. "Hmm. At the very least, start with my bottom first."

You run circles around her clit. Euna presses her crotch against your hand, wanting more. Loosened as she is, you're quickly four fingers deep. She gyrates her hips against your hand as you saw them in and out. Her sex oozes onto your fingers. Two of your fingers slip inside of her. You alternate between that and teasing her nub.

As your thumb works her clit, you bunch three fingers together and slide them inside her. It's a tight fit; Euna winces. You try to add your pinky.

Euna pulls away. "You're going to stretch me out." Her eyes narrow. "But that's what you want, isn't it? To stretch me out until I'm as cavernous as those girls from your stories."

"I'll stop if you'd like."

She chews her lips. "No. Go ahead, but stop if I tell you."

"Yes, it is. Now settle back and brace yourself."

Euna does so.

It takes force, but you mostly get your four fingers inside. Her lips aren't quite stretching about the base of your knuckles.

Euna's pants from exertion, yet she pushes herself down on your fingers.

She pauses to look at you. "I think perhaps it's time to try for more."

You keep sawing in and out of her. "And what could more mean?"

Her eyes twinkle.

When you move your thumb into position, Euna cringes away. "No more."

"No more?"

"No more. Four fingers is enough for tonight."

You proceed no further, but that doesn't stop you from sawing your fingers in and out. Euna moans. She oozes juices over your hand.

You slide your bunched fingers into Euna. There's slight resistance, but she seems loose enough that you might try your thumb.

Euna seems to read your mind. "If you're going to try that again, I think it's best you bring out our oils."

"We've done without before."

"I was much wetter then than I am now. Perhaps if the first thing to enter my flower shouldn't be your fist."

"Maybe you don't need them."

"Don't need them? I might entertain that thought if my flower were even slightly loosened up, but if you plan to fist me without any sort of preamble, oils."

You introduce more fingers into Euna's slit. Three, then four.

Euna squeezes your hand in place with her thighs. "Didn't you say you had something to use for oils? Get that first."

You easily slip two fingers into her wet gash. Three fingers are tight. Four meets resistance. Though she's wet, her vaginal walls don't slide easily down your fingers.

The moment you tuck your thumb and push, Euna winces and squeezes your hand with her thighs.

"Does it hurt?"

"You're trying to fit your entire fist into me. Of course it hurts."

"Think you can do it?"

She considers. "No. Not like this. It feels like something might tear."

"Then I'll stop."

"Well, no no," she says. "I'm not saying we need to stop, but..."

"Yes?"

"Maybe... Is it true some people use oils for intercourse?"

"They do."

"Do you think that might work?"

"We don't have any oils, but we do have something that might do the trick."

"It would, but we don't have any oils," you say.

She sighs. "No, I suppose we don't."

"Lots of women take fists without oils though..."

"But I'm not sure I'm one of them," she replies.

"I understand." You withdraw your fingers and plant a quick kiss upon her pubic mound.

With your hand properly greased, you work your fingers into her slit with ease. After some initial warm up, you tuck your thumb and press in. Though whimpering in pain, Euna spreads her legs, inviting you in. She takes deep breaths to relax herself. Meanwhile, you've taken hold of her hip to better leverage your thrusts and twists. The lips of her sex are taut around your knuckles.

With one final shove, your fist pops inside. Euna cries out. She squeezes your arm with her thighs to stop you until after she's grown acclimated to the size inside of her.

After that, you pump your fist, slowly at first. The lubricant makes wet sounds with each thrust. Your pace picks up, and your depth increases. Euna's body jiggles with each pump. She mewls and shudders, even while she winces in occasional pain.

You worm two fingers into Euna's snatch. Her passage is wet and ready. Four fingers enter just as easily, and Euna spreads her thighs invitingly, so you tuck your thumb and push forward. It takes some pushing and twisting; Euna winces even as she pushes back against you, but soon your knuckles slip inside. Her vaginal lips clutch your wrist.

You make a fist inside her and push forward. Her lips are midway up your forearm when you bottom out. From there, you begin pumping in and out, slowly at first, but soon faster and faster, until your punching your fist into her. Euna clutches her thighs to keep her self spread nice and wide for you.

Clasping your thumb and fingers together into a point, you push them int Euna's dripping snatch. Resistance is tight, but with some twisting and pushing, Euna takes your fist.

She grinds herself against your fist as you push and pull. Wet sounds fill the air, and her juices drip along her thigh.

Resistance is tight, but her natural slickness helps as you twist and push. Her lips expand around your knuckles, and now hug your wrist.

Euna arches her back and gasps. She squeezes your arm with her thighs and looks down between her legs. "Ohh, is that your fist inside me?" She feels your wrist. "You just couldn't resist, could you?"

"We already knew you could do it."

"Easy for you to say. You don't feel like your intimates are about to split at the seam."

"But you still did it."

"Yes, I did..." The sight of your fist buried inside her is reminding her of her lust. "I'm not sure we should do it again. Not without oil."

"Oh?" You pull your fist from her gaping hole. "So I shouldn't do this?" And you push back inside her.

She bucks. "Ohh, Lord..."

"No more?" You pull your fist from her again, and then push deep until she has no more room to give. "I should stop, right?"

"Don't... you dare..."

You pump in and out of her yearning sex. Each time she takes you into herself more easily. Whenever you withdraw, her arousal strings from your knuckles to her lips. When you push back in, Euna spasms as though electrified. Her cries rise up until reaching a peak. Her stretched hole grips your arm.

Only when she comes down do you slow down your abuse of her pussy. At the end, she deflates.

Pulling out of her, you find your hand drenched in her juices. Euna idly plays with her clit and slips her own fingers inside of her.

"So loose..." she mutters.

"And not a drop of oil," you say."

What a wanton woman I've become." She slides her own fist inside of herself. The angle is awkward; she doesn't go much past the knuckles. When she withdraws, her pussy gapes open enough for you to see inside her. "I'll have to focus on my exercises though unless I want to become a loose bag."

"Or maybe not," you say. "Your flower looks sexy from over here."

"Is it?" Euna slips three fingers of each hand into her snatch and pries herself open. "Then come and plunder this loose flower."

Getting down between her legs, you move to taste of her when she scurries away suddenly.

"Not that. Not tonight," she says.

"Why not?"

"I've not had a chance to freshen myself since we last mingled, and it's still awash with your seed. My nest is no shape to have your head anywhere near it, much less taste it."

"I don't mind."

"But I do," she replies. "We'll not do that tonight."

"As you wish, Your Highness."

Scooting down between her legs, you start first by teasing your tongue along the outside of her vaginal lips. Euna twitches with each touch. Then you lap your tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way up, until you flick your tongue off of her clit. Dried discharge and flakes of dried cum come loose. Their flavor explodes on your tongue.

"Hmmm." She moans into her gag and writhes her hips.

"Hmm," she moans. "That's it. Taste of my plundered flower. Swallow the seed." She grinds her encrusted sex against your lips.

"Oh yes. Just like that. Don't stop." She writhes her hips.

You show her sex good attention. Your tongue plays along the folds of her labia. Occasionally, you focus on her clit, sucking it between your lips or circling your tongue about it.

Getting down between her legs, you move to taste of her when she scurries away suddenly.

"I don't think you want to do that," she says. "I've not had a chance to clean since we've last had sex."

"I know," you say.

"And it... it's noticeable."

"That's okay with me."

Hesitantly, Euna turns onto her back, but propped up on both elbows. She opens her legs and reveals herself.

She is unclean. The seed you filled her with from before encrusts the skin about her hole. Much has flaked off. Her slit itself has a congealed whitish cream about it left-over from all her arousal. Her lips are so coated, folds of her labia have glued together, effectively sealing her slit. Her pubic hair is damp with sweat, and much has clumped together with the same cream.

As you move closer, the smell hits you. It radiates from her along with her baking heat. But it's nothing compared to the moment you first swipe your tongue along her folds. The pungent taste fills your mouth. Each stab into her recesses brings out more accumulation, all of it dissolving in your mouth.

Euna's thighs clutch your face. Her legs hook so her calfs are pulling your head into her. It seems she's decided you no longer have a choice about tonguing her.

Euna shivers from your touch. She still has her eyes on you, timid of how you'll react, yet she spreads her legs wider, inviting you to do as you please.

"Don't stop," she whispers. The taste of her pussy has faded to a benign flavor now that you've swallowed away the worst of the mess.

That's when she puts her weight on her arms and pulls her legs to her chest. Her asshole is now against your tongue. It's an entirely new hole for you to clean, complete with with pungent flavors. You oblige as she takes over stimulating her clit.

Her body quakes. Moans escape her lips. She grinds herself against your face and cries out in pleasure as her body tenses rhythmically. After a minute, she comes settles down and releases your head from her clutches.flattens out upon the bedding.

"That was good." She breathes for a moment. "Now that I know how much you like the taste of a ravaged sex, perhaps I'll make you taste of it more often."

"It's up to you," you say.

"It certainly is. For now," she pulls you close, "you are not done with me yet."

"That was good." She breathes for a moment. "Would you like it if I was unclean from sex more often?"

"Maybe I would. We'll see."

She pulls you close. "I hope you're not done with me. You haven't had your way yet."

With your hand still buried inside her stretched cunt, you work the fingers of your other hand against Euna's puckered hole. She gasps and pushes back against you as one finger slips inside, then another, and another, and another. The fit is tight with your other hand buried inside her as it is. You saw your fist in her pussy for a while so she can adjust, and then you begin your final push. Tucking in your thumb, you push hard with quick juts. Euna whimpers, yet she pushes back against you, and soon your hand slips in.

Both of your fists are inside Euna. Her distended holes squeeze your wrists. After giving you a minute to grow comfortable, you begin alternatively thrusting your hands deeper into her. Euna is whimpering.

You line your cock up with her slit.

She tenses. "Wait."

"What?"

She examines your cock. "And you want to put that inside me?"

"Where else would I put it?"

"In my bottom, where it just was. Remember? It's sullied."

"So it is."

"And now you want to sully me, do you?" Then, "As you wish.""Do it."

You penetrate her. In minutes you two are hammering together without a care, except that she's getting close.

"It's so wrong," she mutters. "You're polluting me. Oh Lord..."

Her muscles squeeze you. Her thrusts become erratic. This climax came on quickly, and yet she hammers right through it.

You line your cock up with her pussy. The moment its head touches her, she pulls away.

"Don't do that," she says.

"Why not?"

"You're cock has just been in my bottom. It's filthy."

"It's not that filthy."

"Don't do it. It's unsanitary."

"Okay, Your Highness."

You line your brown-streaked cock up with her slit. She tenses, knowing how your cock had just been in her ass, but looking right at you, she nods her assent.

Hiking up her dress,Mounting her, you thrust into her enflamed pussy. She easily accepts you into herself and pulls you close. With her arms and legs, she traps you in her embrace as her vaginal walls squeeze your member. Her piss-soaked body feels clammy against yours. Soon, you're thrusting away as she whimpers with pleasure. Her take on a feverish pitch as you rut her. Her toes curl. She quakes and shudders beneath you. Whimpers escape her lips. Her legs wrap about you, pulling you deeper into herself until you're buried inside her up to the hilt.

First, you caress Euna's body, from her thighs to her breasts to her belly, before finally finding your way between her legs. Your fingers comb through her bush, finding her damp sex beneath.Her slit is wet with anticipation. It's crusty with dried cum from prior sex.

Have sex with her.

Fist her.

Finger her.

Go down on her.

You push the second finger in alongside the first. It doesn't work, but when you slide your first finger out and replace it with the second, you're able to work the first finger back in since it's slick from being inside her rectum. All the while, Euna continues gyrating herself on your cock.

You get your third finger in much the same way, by removing the first two, sliding the third in, then replacing the others one at a time.

Euna slows. "And just how far are you planning to go back there?"

"We're going to find out," you say.

"If I know you, you won't stop pushing your luck until you can push a fist into my rear end as easily as you can my womanhood."

"Oh, surely I won't go that far. Not today."

She snorts. Slowly, she resumes grinding on your cock, all the while looking into your eyes appraisingly. "Okay. Let's see how far, but we do it my way."

"Of course."

"First. Lubricant."

For this, you have to get off of her to fetch it from your pack.

"Second," she continues. "I don't want to stop enjoying myself, so..." she pushes you onto your back and straddles you, facing toward your feet. In one swift motion, she sinks back down upon your cock. Leaning forward over your legs, she looks over her shoulder at you. "Now. You have room to work now, while I get to set my own pace."

She rocks back and forth, enjoying herself upon your shaft. "Well?" She reaches back and spreads the cheeks of her ass. "See what you can do." ===

As she sets a slow, gentle rhythm, You smear some of the lubricant on your fingers

As you settle next to her, she carresses her body and peers at you enticingly. It seems she has the same idea. The fair maiden is laid out before you, waiting for you to take her.

Before you can act, she speaks up. "Do you want to..."

"Yes?"

She blushes. "I was thinking maybe tonight you'd like to try..." She holds up her fist.

"Try fisting you?"

Blushing deeper, she nods. "I don't know if you will. It's just, I think I'd like to try. And we do have lubricant. But only if you're interested. If not, that's fine."

Before you can act, she speaks up. "Do you want to try fisting me today?"

"Really?"

"I think I'm ready, and we do have lubricant. But only if you're interested. I'll leave it up to you."

"Then perhaps tonight you will feel my fist within you."

"But not straight away," she adds. "I'd want to warm up first."

"Of course," you say.

"You would know, wouldn't you? You peeping tom," she says. "Watch your tongue."

"My apologies. I mean it only as a compliment."

"Then keep your compliments to yourself." She turns back to the guards. It looks as though she's actually considering it, but only for a moment. "I don't care how easily I could sway them. It would be absolutely improper for a Nimic lady. We'll find another way."

There are two guards—each brutes, and each covered in a heavy leather tunic and helm. They carry pikes and bludgeons.

The people on the wagons are a high class bunch: austere families riding magnificent horses. Many sneer at the surrounding riffraff.

You and Euna get near the front to listen. The next in line are two men on horseback. They show the guards scrolls and signet rings, and the guards wave them through.

The next in line are three well-dressed women. They don't have scrolls to hand over.

The guards do not like this. "If you're not nobles, then get out of line," one barks.

"We're sorry," one girl says.

"We truly are of noble blood," says another. "We're daughters of Csar Kusman."

"But we came all this way before we realized we didn't have our signets or invitations," says the last.

"Could you make an exception?" the first says. "Surely you can see we're not common rabble."

"No proof, no entry," but the guard does not usher them out of line.

The girls look at one another. Grins and nods pass between them.

"Then perhaps we can prove it for you?" says one.

All together, the girls pull down the front of their dresses, exposing their breasts. Between them, one has pert plums, the other sizable apples, and the last enormous melons that practically spill as she opens her front. All of them are a beauty to look at.

"Do these look like the breasts of commoners to you?" says another.

"Perhaps you'd like to feel to make sure?" says the last one with the largest pair.

Grinning, the two guards take turns feeling their breasts, squeezing them and and playing with the nipples. They chuckle and wave the girls through. The girls thank them and bound ahead.

Euna looks longingly at the city beyond the wall. "I hope we do. It looks like a place we might get help."

She stares a while longer, staring at the guards. A look comes over her, and it seems she's actually considering...

She shakes her head as though to toss away such a vile idea. "No. We'll find a way."

"That's one way we could get in," you muse.

"You can't be serious," Euna replies.

"What? You don't think I can charm the guards with my masculine wiles?"

Try as she might, Euna can't help but grin at your joke. "I know what you really mean, and no. I will not resort to exposing myself for entry."

"I understand, Your Highness. I would not presume to ask. If we need to get in, we'll find another way."

"Pity. You're far more lovely than those girls. The guards would certainly let you in."

"Am I now?" she asks. "Maybe you'd like to help show me off?"

"I'd love to."

Soon, you're both before the guards. "Signets," they say.

"I'm afraid we don't have our signets," you say, "but surely if you'll inspect my lady, you'll see she's clearly of noble birth."

Stepping forward demurely, Euna turns and bends over. You pull her skirt up to fully expose her to the guards.

"See this?" You stroke a hand along her ass. "This is a noblewoman's buttocks. And this..." You run a finger along her pussy, then spread her lips open, revealing the pink of her labia. "Surely these petals are noble born."

The guards lean close and scrutinize her while Euna waits patiently. "Hmm," they say. "It's a fine looking snatch."

Suddenly the other guard reaches and grabs her ass. Euna glances back, startled.

"Yes, yes. Have a good feel. Make sure."

"None of that, sirs. She is a noblewoman, not a wench."

"Flirt with him? I couldn't do that."

"Come on. It'll be easy. We might get in the city without all the climbing."

"But... I" Her face goes red. "I wouldn't know what to do."

"Just try your best. If you don't succeed, then it's no big deal."

"Okay." She takes a nervous breath as her turn comes to face the guards.

"Welcome to Cockaigne," the guard mutters. "Signets, please."

"We don't have any," she replies. "But... maybe you could let us in anyway."

The guard frowned. "Why would I do that?"

"Surely you can see that I'm royalty." She smiles. The effect is ruined by her trembling. "Please? We've traveled so far. I couldn't bear it if we had to turn around."

"You're going to have to do a little better than that," he says.

Euna is quivering. "I'm sorry... I..." She turns to you with terrified eyes, shakes her head, and steps out of line. You follow.

"I can't do it!" she says. "I'm sorry."

You chuckle. "It's quite all right," you say. "I'm proud of you for trying. Come on..."

"Flirt with them?" she asks archly.

"A nice smile," you say. "A compliment. Act friendly. It might work."

"I think not. You're a silly fool for asking."

"That's what I am. You can't blame me."

"I most certainly can," she says simply. "So then, what now?"

"You don't have a plan?" she says. "Then why are we wasting our time?"

You shrug.

"Then we should leave the line until we do." She steps away.

You hurry after her.

You arrive at a clearing before a giant marble wall which encompasses a splendorous city. Ahead is the gate to within. It's closed, and muscular, well-armed guards stand at post.

And between you and the gate are hundreds of vagabonds living in shanties. All are unkempt, unshaven, and filthy. Many are crippled, blind, decrepit, or in some other way disabled. Even the able-bodied ones are missing teeth, or have vicious scars. Their hair and beards are no doubt rife with lice. Some have mangy mongrels with them. Never have you seen such a large collection of homeless, certainly not in Ruthgar.

"Oh, heavens." Euna scrunches her nose. "That smell. What are all these people doing here?"

"No idea."

"Do you think they're safe?"

"They look harmless enough."

"Are you sure?" she eyes them dubiously. "I don't see many women."

She's right. What few women you do notice are either withered and old, or in some way disfigured. Euna stands out.

"You might be right," you say, "but if anything happens, I'll come to your aid."

"Would you really?"

"I would, Your Highness."

"I would, Your Highness. I'd get those guards over here as fast as I could."

"That is what you'd do, isn't it?" She shakes her head. "At least they could defend me. Come along then. It looks like we could get help in that city."

She regards you, as though weighing how serious you actually are. "Then let's proceed. It looks like we could get help in that city."

She smiles sadly. "The city council tries to discourage my sisters and I from feeding these poor people. They blame us for everyone who has congregated here. Whenever one of us sisters comes out here to give food, the guards arrest us when we try to come back in."

"Every time?"

"Unfortunately. I will be arrested as soon as I've given my supplies."

"Depends on our supplies. Today it is eighty. That is about normal."

You glance at the guards. They're not looking this way. "Do you ever undercount your crates?" you ask.

"Oh no!" The nun replies. "It is against the tenements of Simori for a sister to ever tell a lie."

"So eighty minutes of torment for your charity?"

"As a sister of Simori, it's my duty."

"You don't want any food?" the sister asks.

"No thank you. We don't need it. I just wished to talk to you."

"Then, blessings upon you." She bows.

You return to Euna.

"No crate?" she asks.

"I just wanted to talk with her."

You explain everything you discussed with the sister, including how she will be arrested and publicly humiliated for what she's doing here.

This bothers Euna. "What she's doing here is charity. She should not be punished for it. No one should."

"I will be taken to the square before the barracks, where they'll strip me and put me in the pillory for all the town to witness. I must remain there one minute for every crate I donate."

"I hope the townsfolk don't give you too much trouble."

"Regretfully, they too resent our charity to these people. They'll spend my sentence flogging and pelting me ...among other things."

"They did at first, but when the people out here began to starve, our church decided to refuse the city our services until they allowed us to feed these people. Now they do, but their dictum states that a sister must suffer their penalty for doing so."

"Couldn't you keep refusing services until they stopped that too?" you ask.

"It is not our way to turn away the needful," the sister explains. "Our decision to refuse our services did not come easily, and while we'll did so for the sake of those starving out here, we cannot justify doing so just to spare ourselves an inconvenience."

"An inconvenience?"

She nods. "That is our way. It is an honor to sacrifice ourselves for the greater good."

She hands you the crate. "Enjoy it, and blessings upon you, stranger. I wish you luck."

"Thank you. Blessings to you too," and you shoulder your way back to Euna.

Box of Food added to inventory

"The city sees them as blights. I hope one day the people of the city will realize that the people here are no different from them, simply less fortunate. These people only need help."

"As often as we can. These people are not allowed into the city, and the city refuses to lend aid, so they depend upon my sisters and I."

"You're comely enough for my eyes," she says. "Though I doubt the guards would let you in, even if you had a talent. For them, it depends more upon whether they like the looks of you, and you don't have the appearance they prefer."

"What are those?"

"The appearance of an attractive woman."

"...Ah."

"Yes. They show unfair bias to outsiders. Most of the people here are men. The women get in more easily. The only women here were deemed too unfitting for the atmosphere."

"I see."

She grins. "If only that were possible. I would smuggle one of those poor people in every time I came by, but alas, the guards are wise to that. They will search my wagon thoroughly when I enter."

"I volunteered," she says.

"You did?"

"Yes. Many of us sisters do."

"You don't... want to be flogged, do you?" you ask.

The sister smiles. "No, but I will accept the punishment if it means I spare my sisters from the same fate, and that I get to help the poor and needy. After today, my sisters won't let me volunteer for two weeks. We share the burden."

"The city seeks beauty, art, and pleasure above all else. They welcome those that they believe will enrich the culture there. They abhor anyone they believe detracts from it, even if that person's only crime is that they've never had the chance to learn any artful talent."

"You just need an artful talent then?" you ask.

"Even if one did, the town might also shun them for their appearances. Many of the people here would belong perfectly well within the wall, but because of their physical imperfections, the city does not want them."

"All are welcome to seek aid at our church. Unfortunately, I don't believe you'll be allowed in the city. The guards only allow nobility in, or those whom they believe would belong. They'll take you for one of these poor souls and turn you around."

"I am a sister of the Simori church," she says. "It is in our home that we show praise to the great Simorg of ages. We're dedicated to bringing the great beast's will of charity and peace to the world. One day perhaps, our ways will spread to all, and we will have paradise on earth, but until that day, we must endeavor in the face of violence and selfishness. Though we never lose faith. Nor do we blame or judge others for their way, but forgive them. For only in forgiveness can others find the way."

"And blessings be unto you," you say.

She smiles graciously.

"Oh." She frowns. "You have a strange look about you. I would have thought you a foreigner."

"I get that a lot," you say.

"Well, blessings upon you."

"Of course," she says. "Everyone is welcome to this food."

"Then no, I'm not from around here."

"It's an honor to meet you. Where are you from?"

"I'm from a faraway place called Ruthgar, and I'm trying to get home. Any chance you've heard of it?"

The woman shakes her head. "I am sorry. I do hope you find your way."

"No."

"It would be a sacrifice for a noble cause," you say.

She snorts. "Maybe you should do it then if you care so much."

"I would, but I wouldn't be a crowd favorite like you would be."

"No doubt, but the nun will have to shoulder her own burden."

"Oh, I should?" she says. "I think you just want to see me fastened to a pillory."

"Maybe. Will you do it?"

"No. That sort of sexual play would be too much for me even if there wasn't an angry crowd."

"Oh, I should?" she says. "I think you just want to see me fastened to a pillory, being flogged and humiliated by countless people?"

"That's just a silver lining," you say.

"First of all, I'm the sort of queen who holds the whip." She strokes a finger along your chin. "And I prefer to torment my victims in privacy."

"As much as I enjoy it when you strap me down and punish me, I'm not prepared to let anyone else do it."

"Not even for a good cause?"

She nearly replies, stops, and appraises the nun. She bites her lip provocatively.

Ultimately, she dismisses the idea. "No. Tempting, but no."

"Are you sure?"

"Not today. Maybe some day soon, after I'm just a little more comfortable with pain play. Then maybe I can help that nun."

"Shall we?" you ask.

She shakes her head. "No. I'm sorry. I want to but... It's just... I'm not ready. Soon though. Let me think about it more. Maybe after I'm a little more used to punishment. Then I promise I'll do it."

"I'll hold you to it," you say.

"Not today," she replies.

"...but some other day?"

She shrugs. "Who knows what the future holds."

The woman continues to hand out crates until she has no more. "I'm sorry, everyone, but I'm afraid that's it."

There's a grumble through the crowd, and everyone disperses. A few remain behind to thank the nun. Soon the nun excuses herself. Taking the reins, she leads her carriage into line entering the city.

Once the nun reaches the front, she talks with the guards. Instead of letting her in, they pull her down from the wagon and bind her hands with shackles. Guards emerge from a guardhouse in the city wall and escort her past the gate. Others search her carriage, then ride it in after her.

"Did they arrest her?" Euna asks.

"Looks like it."

"Why?"

"Maybe it has something to do with her giving food to the homeless."

"But that was an act of charity," she says. "What do you think will happen to her?"

"I don't know."

She frowns. "This place is very strange."

"They arrested her too," Euna says. "It's ridiculous." She turns to you. "What do you think they'll do to her?"

"No idea."

"Okay," Euna says.

You and she return to a more central part of the slum.

You wade through the crowd to the front. After waiting in turn, the woman hands you a crate.

"Blessings be to you," she says.

Stay and chat.

Just take the crate and leave.

You approach the wagon.

"What do you suppose she's handing out?" Euna asks.

You nod toward a group of vagrants who are seated around an open crate. It's filled with all sorts of food, which the vagrants devour. To your surprise, the food is not a cheap porridge, but a rich collection of fruits, vegetables, meats, and cheeses.

"Oh my," Euna says. "That food looks quite good actually."

"It does." The crates are quite common. Discarded ones are piled together in heaps. Many shanties are constructed out of their dismantled wood. "I think these vagrants depend on these hand outs."

The woman in the habit is young, and quite cute, though her clothing covers all but her face and hands. A wimple covers her hair. Every time she bends over into her wagon to grab more crates, she provides the crowd with an appreciable view of her shapely bottom outlined by her gown.

She brings crates out three at a time and hands them down to vagrants. To each, she beams a smile and shares a word or two. Some vagrants take their crate and scurry off. Others clasp their hands in praise. Every thank you seems to lighten the girl's day.

"I think we could probably take a crate for ourselves," you say.

"Are we allowed?" Euna says. "It looks like the food is meant for the homeless."

"The only difference between these vagrants and us is that we're staying in the wilds."

"Oh." She blinks. "I suppose you're right. We might still get in trouble though. What do you think we should do?"

The woman handing out crates today is quite young and attractive. Her habit tightly conforms to the curves of her body, but it leaves plenty to the imagination.

To every person she hands a crate of food to, she smiles and says a few kind words.

"Go on then," Euna says.

Of course it's up to you to wade through the crowd of smelly homeless men.

After some work, you get to the front. The woman speaks to the men as she hands out crates.

"Blessing be to you," she says to one. He thanks her and scurries off.

"Remember to be charitable now," she says to another. He ignores her and practically yanks the crate from her grasp. She doesn't let this bother her.

"It's good to see you in better health," she says to a third. This one is an elder man who supports himself on a cane. "The medicine is helping then?"

"Aye," the old man says, taking a crate. "I am much better now. Bless you, Child."

She smiles warmly.

Your turn comes up. She hands you a crate, but pauses. "I've not seen you before. Are you living in this camp?" She gestures to the shanties.

"If I'm not, am I still allowed to have a crate?"

"Yes, I am."

Just take the crate and leave.

You snatch the crate and work your way back toward Euna. The woman does not call after you. After returning, you glance back. She's handing out more crates, unconcerned that you did not answer her question.

Box of Food added to inventory

Euna looks around. "Let's get back to camp. I can feel these vagrants' eyes."

The homeless certainly are watching her, but not because of the food she carries. It's probably best to leave.

Return to camp.

The vagrants' eyes light. They eagerly tug their breeches down. Their hard poles bob straight out.

Euna snakes up between the legs of the first man. His cock is as unpresentable as he is, and when she peels back the skin, the head glistens with buildup just as the dog's cock had. She takes it into her mouth all the same. As she bobs up and down on it, her hands coddle his sack.

He soon empties his balls down her throat, but before Euna can even sit back on her haunches, the other vagrant is before her with his cock bobbing about.

Euna peels back the skin, tenderly licks away all mess, and then sinks her mouth down upon his shaft until her nose is pressed against his bush. After that thorough cleaning, she works the shaft with her hands as she scoops his sack with her tongue. She'd go on, but the man is groaning, so she again throats his shaft and swallows down all the cum he can give.

"Ye should fuck her," he points his friend to Euna's upturned ass.

The other sneers "Where the dogs have been?" But his impatience gets the best of him. He waddles around to inspect the state of her holes. It's good enough. He takes hold of her hips and forces his cock in her ass. Euna can only whimper while sucking the other man off.

The two vagrants double team her. The first climaxes in her mouth. He's got his breeches up soon enough, and Euna must endure the other hammering into her from behind until he too gets his end off.

He pulls out, and his vagrant cock looks worse than when it went in. "A quick suck?"

Wordlessly, Euna swivels and takes him into her mouth—two loving sucks from base to tip.

Both cocks are cleaner for her efforts. Their mess is in her stomach now.

"That was somethin," he says. "Yer a filthy one, aren't you? Want to join us in our game. We can keep ye company all day."

"That's very kind of you," she says. "But we must move along."

He grunts. "Fine then. Have it your way." He tucks up his breeches and joins his friend about the dice game. They act as though she's not there anymore, but both steal glances as she's gathering her clothes.

"Heh? I see," one says. "Mutt is good enough for you, but not us."

"I came here for the dogs," she replies. "You should be happy I let you watch."

"We just have to get moving," you reply.

"Eh, sure ye do." One vagrant says. He's been pumping his fist quickly for seconds now, and all of a sudden, semen fires from his dick. A rope of it lashes Euna's chest before she can react. He laughs.

The other man fires off a moment later. He staggers toward her. His cum scores her cheek and neck. The rest of their spurts fall short.

"Hah! A tip for the show, my lady." The first says. The rest of their cum is falling short. And with a final rude gestured, they both pull up their breeches and return to their game. Euna climbs out from the hovel and gathers her clothes.

A distance away, you and her are alone as she redresses.

Several small red dots cover Euna, from her belly, legs, breasts, and arms.

"Flea bites," she says. "I feel bad for that dog. I could feel the fleas under my fingers. The poor boy was seething with them."

"You've got some in your hair too." You pinch one along her neck line.

"Do I?" She brushes at her hair. Frowning, she also rakes her pubic bush. Small black dots meander within. "Seems I'm a flea-bag now too..."

"Will you be okay?" you ask.

"They should wash off when I bathe. Humans are no good as hosts, but I'm sure to get quite a share of bites before then."

"I guess that's the price you pay to lay with filthy animals."

"Sometimes it's hard to remember that I am the heir to a glorious kingdom," she says.

"You're a princess."

"Yes. Yet here I am fellatingcopulating with flea-infested hounds in a slum while beggars watch on. How low I have fallen. Do you know what the worst part about it is?"

"What is that?"

"I do this not because I'm being forced, but because you ordered me to. It sets my loins aflame.because doing so sets my loins aflame. No other reason. That is the most depraved part of this." She pulls on her bodice.Before pulling on her bodice, she notices the vagrants' semen on her breasts. Without a thought, she hoists her breast up so she can reach it with her tongue, and licks the cum clean. "Let's move along now, shall we?"

"Quite depraved, aren't I?" she says. "It's awful how much I enjoyed that."

"Ooh. That would work." Euna sprinkles some ambrosia on the crackers inside. "Just a few drops," she says. "Wouldn't want to make too much of a change all at once."

She's the one who presents it to the vagrants. "We got some food from the nun. Would you like some?"

"Very kind of you," Blind gropes for the crate. Euna hastily hands him some fruit and cheese with one of the dosed crackers. She hands the other to Bearded.

Both eat happily. "It's always a struggle for us to get the food," Bearded says. "Neither of us can move very fast. The nun's always run out by the time we get there."

"Then by all means," Euna gestures, "have the rest."

It doesn't take long before all the food is gone. Euna stands up. "We should probably get going now."

"Thank you again." Both hold their hands in grace. "You are so kind to us."

"Think nothing of it." She leads you away.

Box of Food removed from inventory

"Pardon me?" she asks.

"Put some ambrosia in your mouth and dribble a little into their mouths with a kiss. It should only take a few drops."

Euna eyes the ragged old men with a cringed nose. "I suppose that might work." She takes a careful sip of the ambrosia and tucks it away. Both of you return to the old men. She sits between them.

"Yer back?" Blind asks.

"We are."

Bearded eyes Euna. She has a placid smile. And suddenly, she pulls him close and gives him a long, loving kiss. He doesn't complain.

"What's going on?" Blind asks.

Euna breaks away from Bearded and turns to give Blind the same passionate kiss. He too makes no complaint. However, Bearded has recovered from his stun. He crawls clumsily over Euna. His hands snake down her bodice. He weight rests on her back.

Euna breaks away. "Hey, now!"

Bearded looks at her confused. "No? Why're you kissing us if you're not looking to get frisky."

"I..." Euna trails off. Her true motive must remain hidden. So why indeed was she kissing them? "I guess I am." She kisses Blind once again. Bearded is quick to collapse upon her and feel her tits.

Her skirt and bodice are soon about her waist. Bearded digs three filthy fingers into her slit. Both men sport impressive erections for their age. Blind nudges Euna down toward her crotch. Once his grubby trousers are down, she takes his hairy old cock into her mouth and treats it with all the love she can.

After Blind fires down her throat, Bearded wants his turn too, so she sucks him off as Blind enjoys groping her from behind. Surprisingly, this little tryst doesn't attract attention, and soon Euna is fixing her clothes.

"Don't know what got into you," Bearded says, "but I liked it."

"Well, you know... sometimes I can't help myself," she replies.

"We're always good to get frisky here. Come back if you can't help yourself again."

"We will." Euna leads you away from the men.

"Nice cover," you whisper.

"It just sort of happened," she mutters. "Good lord, I don't think those two have ever bathed in their lives. You have no idea what their manhoods tasted like. Just the smell when their breeches came down." She shudders.

"As though you didn't enjoy it."

She rolls her eyes. "It was for a good cause."

"Do you think you actually cured them?" you ask.

"We'll have to come back tomorrow and find out, and remember." She looks at you. "We must be just as surprised as they are. We can't take credit."

"I know."

"Now. Where to?"

She casts one more glance to the crowd, and then to the blind man's wilting cock. It's unwashed, coated in grime, and shiny with her juices. His balls glisten with greasy sweat, and all of it is nestled in mangy pubic hair.

She stares at it a good while before making up her mind. Finally, she looks to you and nods. "Of course."

Euna coaxes Blind to lie back. Crouching by him, She pulls back the skin of his cock to reveal a thin layer of whitish slime along the head. The sight and stench of it cause her to recoil, but the blind man doesn't see. Working up the nerve, she sinks her mouth upon it. Lips against his sack, she seals tight against his shaft and her tongue gets to work. Blind groans and contorts. Euna slowly pulls up. Clean cock emerges. Her tongue swirls his crown at the end to collect all remaining mess. She only gagged once.

Then come his balls. Holding aside his cock, she tongues and sucks his sack, then pulls them aside to get her tongue underneath along his taint. The taste must be putrid; Euna wretches repeatedly. By the time she's done, he's fully hard, and his genitals are now clean of months of grime and body-odor.

"There, nice and clean," she says.

"Thank you, pretty lady," he mutters. He gets up, finds her hands, and clasps them in thanks. She places a kiss upon his forehead.

"Don't forget me!" Beard pull his grimy pants down and waddles to Euna. He stands before her, his again-stiff cock pointed out. His enormous mound of pubic hair is matted and glistening from the sex he'd just had with her.

Euna gets on her knees before him. She peels back his skin to find him similarly unclean with smegma. Gathering the will, she fellates him. Up and down she goes on his shaft, collecting all residue. Then his balls, which are unbelievably hairy. To reach her tongue underneath them, she has to bury her face in his forest of pubic hair. He grunts and shudders.

Just as Euna's pulling away, the man grasps his rod and gives it a few strokes. Cum erupts from his tip. The first ropes catch in her hair. The rest she catches in her open mouth while he works his shaft.

Afterward, she sits back and regards him coolly. "I do you a kind favor, and you get your seed in my hair?"

"Sorry." he mutters.

Instead of letting her clean him again, he grabs her hair, pulls it close, and wipes the end of his cock. Euna makes no complaint.

Now done, she dresses quickly under the lecherous eyes of dozens of vagrants.

"Take care you two," she says.

"Thank you!" Blind says.

"Yes! Come back any time," Bearded adds.

You and Euna retreat.

"There are no words to describe how utterly revolting their body odor is. And you had me clean their most intimate parts with my tongue! I reek of them. And now I'm walking around with their seed plastered upon my hair for all to see."

"Yes?"

"And I love it! I love when you push me to do these things."

"I'm glad, because I'm going to do it a lot more."

"Yessss," she hisses.

"Those two certainly needed their cleaning today," she says.

"They're luck to have you."

"No. They're lucky I have you to make me do all these utterly depraved things," she says. "Where to now?"

"Agreed." She scrambles for her crumpled clothes. As soon as she's decent, you two hurry away. "I didn't realize I had an audience," she murmurs. "I hope they enjoyed the show."

"Did you have fun."

"Oh, God yes. They were so filthy. Their breath... lord."

"But did you have fun?"

"Yes! It was so wrong. I'm such a filthy woman for wanting it so badly, but I did. Lord help me, I did."

"You want me to do what? Why?"

"Because that's what wallowing is. Embrace them, Euna. I want you to let them defile you so much that you come out just as filthy and disgusting as they are."

Eyeing the vagrants, she bites her lip. "Very well. This is going to be so depraved. But I will decide who."

"Don't go easy on yourself," you say.

"You know very well I always aim to exceed expectations." She walks up and down the lanes of the shanty town. All the vagrants she considers are unwashed and revolting. She soon stops before one and turn to you with a wicked grin.

"Him?" you ask.

She nods.

Eyeing the vagrants, she bites her lip. "Okay. As you wish. Who will I be bedding?"

"Let's see..." You walk up and down the lanes of the shanty town. Some vagrants are truly awful. Euna gulps when she sees you eyeing them. The one you settle on is not the worst, but he's among the less savory of the vagrants.

"Him?" she asks. She eyes him with both revulsion and excitement.

He's an obese man who has clearly been taking more than his share from the food cart, yet how, you're unsure, since he's missing both his legs at mid thigh. He's wearing a sweat-stained shirt and he has a stained, crusty towel draped over his lap in lieu of pants.

"Hmm," Euna says. "Are you thinking about that fat old cripple?"

"I am," you say.

Her arousal is clear in her eyes. Together, you track the man down. He's at his usual perch, with the same sweat-stained shirt, and the same grimy towel covering his slug-like cock and disfigured stumps. He sees you two eyeing him.

"Well then," you say. "Have fun."

Euna scampers to him while you hang back. She has a quick conversation. His eyes alight with surprise. Leering, he nods enthusiastically, so Euna drops to her knees before the fat cripple and unfastens her skirt. She's naked from the waist down, revealing her beautiful pussy. When the man pulls his towel away, he too is naked from the waist down, revealing a greasy fat slug of a cock, with large balls and ample foreskin. It gives Euna pause, but only for a moment.

She takes his cock in hand and works it until it swells to life. Its head barely emerges from its sheath, so she pulls it back to reveal a cock head so covered with smegma, it's likely he's never bothered to peel back the skin before in his life. The whitish yellow is caked under the crown.

Euna slides her finger under the ridge to collect some smegma. She wipes the fingerful onto the top of his cock, then lines it up with her drooling slit. Slowly, she sinks down upon him, taking his fat cock into her until her lips are pressed against his dense bush. They enjoy a few up and down strokes. The man yanks down her bodice and mauls her breasts. Eventually, she lifts off. The drop of smegma is gone, disappeared inside her. She wipes her finger along his ridge again to stick another fingerful on the tip, then again sinks her pussy upon it. She repeats this process until the bulk of his cock's unclean secretions are mixed deep inside her.

She tries to ride him tenderly, but he has other ideas. He pulls off his shirt, yanks her bodice off overhead, then pulls her into a bear hug and fucks her furiously, both pulling her down on his cock while humping up from below. Her body is pressed tight against his sweaty mass. She nuzzles her head into the crook of his neck and hugs him both with arms and legs to increase skin contact as much as possible.

The man grunts like a boar as he fires cum inside her. Afterward, he's gasping and wheezing, fresh sweat has broken out over his body. He pulls her back so he can slobber her tits. After a while, Euna whispers something in his ears, and he lets her go.

She's not done though.

Euna bids him to lie down, and she crouches over him. She runs her tongue along his torso, lapping away sweat and grime. She pulls fat folds aside and laps along the crevices. She pulls his arms up and tongue bathes his armpits. Euna hasn't forgotten that she's supposed to be sullying herself though. For several fat folds, she pulls them open and stoops to run her own breasts along them and collect the sweat. She rubs it in sensually. When semen drips from her cunt and onto his chest, she wipes her belly over him to smear the mess upon herself, then licks him clean.

Next, she sits on his chest and turns her attention to his lower half. Before focusing on his crotch however, she tongues her way down to his missing legs. She nuzzles each disfigured stump like a cat showing affection, then runs her tongue along his inside thighs to finally address his cock. It glistens with cum and her secretions, and it's already growing hard again.

First, she sucks the shaft clean. Next, she pulls back the skin and licks away all remaining smegma. Then she nuzzles his balls, rubbing her forehead and cheeks against his sweaty sack. She wipes her hand along the underside to collect smelly sweat and wipes it along her belly and neck.

While she's tending to his genitals, he grabs her hip and buries his face between the crack of her ass. Euna grinds against his face while sucking him off. He decides to have sex again, and pushes Euna down to his crotch. She straddles him again, this time facing away, and she aims his cock for her saliva-wet asshole. It sinks in with ease.

Once again, he sets the pace by pulling down on her hips while thrusting. He yanks her hair to pull her back into his embrace. He guides her back into his embrace. She rests her head back against his shoulder while he slobbers her neck with kisses and squeezes her breasts. The man climaxes again quickly enough.

After recovering. Euna dismounts, spins, and sucks the man's ass-tainted cock. Now she's done. They share a few more words. The man offers her his towel to clean her intimates with. It's crusty, with unidentified stains over nearly every inch. She takes it, sniffs it, wrinkles her nose, then uses it to wipe her pussy and ass. After a thought, she rubs the towel over her body, from her breasts, back, arms legs, and butt.

After handing it back, she dresses and hurries over to you.

Before you can react, she hugs you. Her body reeks. "Satisfied?" she asks.

"Thoroughly."

"Good. And so you know, that man has promised not to clean himself in anyway from now on. Just for me."

"I don't think he was anyway."

"I don't think so either, but he says his cock will be just as filthy with what he called his cock cheese."

"He sounds delightful."

"He was wretched," Euna says. "And I thoroughly defiled myself with him. I'm leaking cum from both holes, and I'm going to stink of his body odor for the rest of my life, I think."

"I'm glad," she says. "It's incredible how disgusting his manhood is since I last cleaned it. He says it's because of how much he strokes himself. Normally, he'll wipe up with that disgusting towel of his, but lately he doesn't bother cleaning any of his cum. It just builds up under the skin and dries upon his manhood. He says he does just for me, actually."

"Good," you say.

She beams. "Now that I'm good and sullied, what now?"

"What?" the blind man asks. "Are you serious?"

The bearded man's eyes are wide.

"Of course," Euna replies.

Euna spins her head to look at you. Her eyes are wide with shock, but then a devilish gleam comes over her. The sheer raunchiness of the idea is already stirring her lust.

Euna glances at you with trepidation, but after steeling herself, she faces the vagrants and nods. "Very well."

"Go ahead," you say. "Get a good feel."

"But I can see..." Blind says.

"Yes? And?" you replies.

"Oh! Well, if you insist." He crawls toward Euna.

"Lord, yes." The blind man crawls forward, hands feeling.

Euna stops him with a boot. "Hold."

He freezes.

"I will let you see me intimately," she says. "but only after you show me proper respect first."

The man is bemused. "Of course. What do you mean?"

"First. See my feet. With your lips." Euna tugs her foot from her boot and plants it before him. When he feels it, he understands. He showers her foot with slobbery kisses. Her feet are sweaty after so much hiking, but the blind man doesn't care. She turns her foot this way and that, making sure he licks her toes and kisses her soles. After enough, Euna pushes him back with her heel.

"Good," she says. The blind man is eager, but Euna has something more. "Now, show my body proper respect." She turns, flips up her skirt, and bends over, bearing her ass. "See my bottom."

The man clambers to do so, but the moment he reaches, she pulls away. "With your lips."

He nods soberly, and she resumes her position. On his hands and knees, he feels forward, face first. Euna helps him by resting a finger under his chin and guiding him between the cheeks of her ass. He fastens his lips over her anus and digs his tongue. Euna shudders. After nearly a minute of wet, slobbering attention, she pushes him away and turns toward the bearded man. She pulls out her other foot and holds it out. "Your turn."

He did not realize he was a part of this.

"Now," she says, and he leaps to it. He grovels at her feet like Blind did, sucking toes and kissing her soles.

Next, she turns and spreads her ass. It glistens, and a trail of saliva runs down her thighs. He's reluctant, but when Euna looks over her shoulder and taps a finger pointing toward her hole, he creeps forward and buries his head between her cheeks. It's hard to tell what's happening with his beard in the way, but wet sounds emerge, and Euna's legs quiver. She holds his head in place until she's satisfied, but the man doesn't resist, and after she lifts her hand away, he continues on for nearly twice as long as Blind did. He pulls away with a wide grin on his face, and slobber down his chin.

Euna turns to face them."Good boys," she says. "Now you may see my intimates as you wish. Hands only."

She lifts up her skirt to reveal herself. Blind reaches first and clamps his grubby hand over her snatch. He rubs back and forth, and then slides his middle and ring finger inside her. She shudders.

After he works his digits in and out, he pulls away and sucks them clean. The bearded man reaches and pinches Euna's clit between two filthy fingers. His fingernails are yellowed and chipped. He too takes a turn penetrating Euna with two digits. Afterward, he wipes his hands on his tunic. "A wonderful cunt, you have, my lady."

"I'd love to have a taste." Blind says.

Euna tenses. She looks to you.

"Sure," you say. "Euna, let them taste as they please. Spread your legs."

She widens her stance and watches the men warily. From the look of her, her heart is hammering.

Blind crawls forward first. He gropes out and catches Euna's hips. Securing a hand on each of her ass cheeks, he pulls her forward onto his mouth. A shuddered gasps escapes Euna as his tongue worms inside her.

Clamped as she is to him, she's no choice but to tolerate this until he's had his fill. When he releases her, the bearded man beckons her over. She approaches, and he pulls her onto his mouth just as the blind man did. As he tongues her slit, however, he works a finger in between the cleft of her ass and pushes into her puckered hole. She jumps in surprise, but he holds her tight. He tongues her slit considerably longer than Blind. So much so that once he's done, Blind wants another go, and he takes it. Euna accepts all of this in stride.

Eventually, they're both sated.

"Oy, that was wonderful," Blind says. "Next time you come through. Come 'ere and I'll suck you clean again."

You address Euna. "You should thank the men."

"Thank you," Euna drops her skirt and nods.

You bid the two men farewell and had back. Soon, you two are standing apart from all the other vagrants.

"You certainly took control," you say.

"It occurred to me that I could," Euna replies. "I know who I am. I could demand anything I wanted from these people, and they'd obey. I could be their tsaritsa, my body their reward."

"Tsaritsa of the slums." you say.

"How utterly depraved I'd be," she says. "Lord were those men filthy. I could smell them. And I let them fondle me in exchange for their subservience." She shivers and runs her hands up her body, caressing between her legs. "I can't believe how much that aroused me."

"Good," you say. "Because you're not done with these vagrants."

"I can't wait," she says.

"Lord, those men were filthy," she says. "I could smell them. And I just let them molest me. Simply because you told me to." She shivers and runs her hands up her body, caressing between her legs. "I can't believe how much that aroused me."

"Good," you say. 'That won't be the last time you pleasure vagrants."

"I can't wait," she says.

"All right," the blind one says. "Bye then."

You and Euna head off.

"Oh, I wouldn't count on that. Don't you think if these people could get in there, they would? The guards are keeping them out, and they won't see us any differently."

"Perhaps we can convince them."

"Perhaps..."

You and Euna slip in among the vagrants. Many glance your way, particularly at Euna. She lingers closer to you than ever before, almost touching.

The farther in you get, the smell of shit and body odor becomes more horrendous. There is a large shack nearby that is obviously a latrine. Probably little more than a fetid pit inside, and from the look and smell around you, many don't bother using them.

Starting from the gate, a road cuts through the shantytown and leads into the distance. There might be other civilizations out there, but it's anyone's guess how far away they are. More interestingly, a few horse-drawn wagons are waiting in line at the gate which must have come from down that road.

One wagon is set apart from the others. It's pulled to the side of the road, and a woman dressed in a white habit and wimple is passing crates to a throng of vagrants crowding her wagon.

You're at the slum before the mighty city. Vagrants waste about, filthy and unkempt as ever. Men leer at Euna. Several catcall. She smiles demurely at the men as you pass. She lingers close to you for protection.

Travelers wait in line to get into the city. Like before, a wagon is pulled to the side of the road, and a woman in a white habit unloads crates to a crowd of vagrants.

"Oh! Yeh." The other vagrant hops up and hurries off. In no time, he returns towing by a collar the same flea-ridden mutt from before. He brings the reluctant dog before Euna.

"Enjoy yourself, Euna," you say.

"But it's... filthy," she says. "Look at this mongrel."

You check the dog over for yourself. Folding back its fur reveals a sea of little black dots along the skin. The infestation has left the dog mottled with rashes and flaking dander.

"I see it," you say. "And you're going to suck it off."let it fuck you."

She pleads with her eyes, but you don't yield, so despite her fears, she looks back at the dog appraisingly.

"Well get on," one vagrant says. "The boy needs a bitch to mount." Both have their dicks in hand.

With no other recourse, Euna crawls toward the mongrel.sits back and reveals her sex to the mongrel.

"Is it too much for you?" you ask.

Euna smirks. "A challenge?" She eyes the dog, both in disgust and intrigue. It stalks toward her, and she scratches behind its ears. Her fingers come away with black crud under the nails. "Do you want some love, you poor old fleabag?"

"Get on with it," one vagrant says. Both are ready with dicks in hand.

Euna glares at them, then crawls toward the mongrel.sits back to reveal her sex to the mongrel. "Come here, fleabag."

"Come here, you poor thing," Euna beckons the dog.

It slinks over. She scratches it's ears and flank, and the dogs quickly livens up. It's drooped tails begins to lift.

"You don't get enough love here, do you? Nobody takes care of you." She kisses its nose. "I'll show you some love."

It takes more effort to get this dog to roll onto its side. It seems more interested in sniffing her crotch, but she does get it eventually. Its rod is already emerging. It's caked with slickness, flaked skin, and a few dead fleas. Euna takes it into her mouth. Immediately, she gags. But steeling herself, she tries again.

But if the rancid taste wasn't hard enough. The dog squirms and thrusts, making this more difficult.

"Heh! He's a wiggler," One vagrant says. "You're gonna have to earn it."

He's right. Euna resorts to swinging her leg over and sitting on the dog. Beneath her skirt, the mutt sniffs and noses her crotch. Its lower half wiggles, so she lies down and pins him beneath her body.

Finally, she's able to suck its scummy red dick properly, though she's hugging it to keep him from squirming. Her breasts are against its flea-ridden belly. Her arms are wrapped about its hind. Her lips are about the base of its cock, with its shaft down her throat while the dog laps at her flower beneath her skirt. Meanwhile, she gags constantly from the mutt's disgusting dick, and her nose is buried in flea-infested fur. It's an absurd sixty-nine.

The mutt climaxes. Clutching him tight, she swallows all the cum down. Afterward, the knotted dick drops from her mouth and smears leaking cum along her face.

It sniffs her, and whiffs the cum already leaking from her slit. This brings out the dog's enthusiasm, as well as its rod. It glistens with slick mess. Euna pulls the dog on top of her. It paws at her chest trying to find purchase, and its thrusting soon finds her wet pussy. The dog violates her while she strokes it.

The vagrants stroke their own cocks as they watch. One stoops low to see the dog's red cock battering her pussy.

He grins. "Hehh! He's knotting her. Good dog. Good dog."

The mutt thrusts right through its orgasm. Dog cum squirts from between its cock and Euna's slit. Its swelling knot locks the dog in. Humping stops. Now it squirms to get away. No luck.

Euna assuages the beast with scratches along its ears and flank. "What a good dog," She embraces it against herself with arms and legs. The dog tries to scratch itself with its hind leg, an awkward affair while lodged in Euna. It shakes loose a shower of fleas onto her. They crawl around.

"Yer a flea-ridden bitch now, aren't ye?" one vagrant says.

Euna smiles weakly at him.

"Answer him," you say. "What are you?"

"I'm a... I'm a flea-ridden bitch," Euna says. "A flea-ridden bitch who cleans dog cocks with her mouth.""I'm just a dog's bitch. Good for breeding."

The vagrants chuckle.

Euna eyes him while still cradling the dog. "You will watch your tone," she says.

He sobers. "Er, yes, eh... my lady."

The mutt squirms free from under her. It scampers off. Its knotted cock bounces about. Numerous fleas dot Euna's body. She brushes away those she can find, but misses many.

The mutt pops free and scampers off. A deluge of watery cum spills from Euna. She squeezes her legs together to hold it in. She brushes away what fleas dot her torso, and they hop away, but there are many more she's missing.

"That was somethin," one vagrant says. "That was the dirtiest thing I've ever seen."

"How about a suck now, ya mutt bitch?" says the other.

They both still stroke their cocks.

"No. It's time for us to go."

"Looks like you're not done yet, Euna."

The vagrant blinks and looks at her. "Wha? Why?"

"My reasons are my own. If you allows this, then I will agree to let you watch. Do we have an agreement?"

"Uhh, yeh." The man nods. "He's yers."

The vagrant blinks. "Wha?"

"Fuck her," you say. "Mount her. Breed her like a bitch."

Grins come over both men. "A dirty girl, eh? Okay. As long as we get to watch."

"Bensu is always up for fucking a bitch," they say. "But right here though, where we can see."

"Then enjoy the show," you reply. "Euna?"

Euna settles down between their hovels and out of view of most. She peels off her bodice. Next, her skirt comes off.

Nude, she kneels by the dog again and gives the boy rough, playful scratches along his flank. She resists cringing when he noses her face. His tail whips. Euna's hands scratch his belly, then tease his cock. When she lies back, Bensu finds her crotch. His tongue laps at her slit, and Euna clearly enjoys this.

Apparently so does Bensu. His cock unsheathes, and so she rolls over onto her hands and knees. The dog is immediately upon her. His cock pokes blindly until she reaches between her legs and guides him to her slit.

"Rut her, Bensu," one vagrant yells. "Pump the bitch full." Both clutch their crotches through their breeches.

Bensu wraps his paws about Euna's waist and humps her for all he's worth. She rests her forearms on the earth and rests her head between them. Her breasts drag in the dirt.

The dog is not one for stamina. He tenses as though heartstruck. Euna gasps out as Bensu fills her with runny cum. Now done, he attempts to hop off, but he's fixed to Euna, cock to cunt. Instead, he takes to nosing the back of her neck. Euna can do little to stop him.

"Heh! He knotted you," one vagrant says.

Eventually, the dog breaks free. It runs off with its red member still bouncing about. Euna is left lying in the dirt with runny cum spilling from her quim. The abrupt fuck has left her breathless and unsatisfied.

Euna looks around. Dogs live among the homeless. Many are gaunt, and all are filthy. "Mangy mutts more like."

"Just like these people."

Her eyes twinkle. "Are you ordering me to give myself to one of these filthy hounds?"

"I am, but I'll be kind and let you pick the beast. This time."

"You really do think of the most depraved things." She looks about. "Fine. I'll do this. But I'll be picking which one."

Euna strolls among the homeless. Their hounds range from snarling wolf-like beasts, to mutts scraping what they can off dry bones.

"That one." Euna points to a mutt lounging with two unkempt men dressed only in breeches. While they play a cheap dice game between their two hovels, their dog crowd watches. It's obvious why Euna has picked this one. Its fur is matted, but it's in good health. More importantly, it pants happily and stares with vacant eyes. No other hounds seem as friendly.

Euna pets the dog. It sniffs her, and she recoils from its breath, particularly when it tries to lick her face in earnest. As she pets the mutt, she inspects its shaggy coat to gauge the dog's condition, and she checks between the legs.

"Like em?" One of the men says. He has a long gray beard. "Friendly boy, in't he?"

The dogs tries to hop up to lick Euna's face.

"Down, Bensu." The other man shouts. His words are sharp as steel. The dog settles.

"I would like to have fun with Bensu," Euna says.

"My lady would like to get to know Bensu better," you say.

"Go ahead," the vagrant says. "He's friendly enough."

"You don't understand," you say...

"Hmm. You liked seeing that, did you? Very well. I will debase myself with a dog again." Though again, Euna picks the dog, and she beelines to Bensu and the same two vagrants.

They grin when they see her. "Yer back," one says. "What do you want?"

"Why else do you think..." you say.

"...She'd like to suck off your dog."

"...She'd like to fuck your dog."

The vagrant blinks and looks at her. "Wha? Why?"

"My reasons are my own. If you allows this, then I will agree to let you watch. Do we have an agreement?"

"Uhh, yeh." The man nods. "He's yers."

The vagrant blinks. "Wha?"

"You know... suck it's cock?" you say. "Take it down her throat. Drink its cum."

Grins come over both men. "A dirty girl, eh? Okay. As long as we get to watch."

"Yeh, sure. Bensu won't mind," they say. "As long as we get to watch."

"I hope you do," you reply. "Euna?"

Euna guides the animal in between their hovel and out of view of most. She peels off her bodice and kneels by the dog to give the boy rough, playful scratches along his flank.

His cock unsheathes. It's covered in slick gunk. She plays with it until it's reaches a proper length, then gets Bensu to roll onto his side. Now, she's able to freely bring her lips down upon his red cock to its base. The gunk is gone when she comes up.

"What a dirty bitch," one vagrant mutters.

"Suck that cock," says the other. Both clutch their crotches through their breeches.

Euna's too busy to reply. She's on her elbows sucking the dog for all she's worth. Her breasts drag in the dirt.

Bensu humps as best he can while supine. He's not one for stamina. The base of it's cock swells, and Euna pauses her bobbing. For several seconds, she swallows repeatedly. Finished, she pulls off the dick and gives it a final peck upon its tip.

And with that, Bensu takes off. His red member bounces about. Euna wipes her mouth and sits back on her haunches.

"That was somethin, wasn't it?" One is practically sitting over Euna and leering at her. "If ye'll do that with a hound, ye'll suck a cock, won't ye?" He tugs his breeches down to reveal a grody nest of pubic hair and a cock filthy with sweat and precum.

"Wait a sec." The other vagrant runs off and returns pulling another dog on a leash. Bensu was a groomed purebred compared to this animal. Its fur is caked together, as though it had rolled in wet garbage a month ago and has yet to receive a bath.

"Got another mutt for ya," he says.

"This dog?" Euna sits up and pets the dog, though quickly recoils. "My Lord. This animal has fleas."

"Maybe a few."

The dog is already scratching itself.

"Don't you take care of your animals?" Euna asks.

Both men chuckle. "We can hardly take care of ourselves. Go on now. Ye were hot for one mutt. Suck this one too.Spread yer legs for this one too."

Apprehensive, she looks to you.

"No. It's time for us to go."

"The lady will polish your poles, and then we must go."

"This dog needs love too."

"Where's that fleabag dog from before...?"

"No, they haven't," Blind says. "Long time ago, they wanted to bring a bunch of us lame folk to their church, but the guards wouldn't allow it. Heard it became a whole quarrel with the city council. Friend of mine asked the sisters once if they could just bring some medicine out here, but the nuns got all cagy. Said they weren't allowed. Didn't talk about it much. Dunno why."

"Oh!" Euna realizes what you're asking about, and what the nun's never said. "Could you excuse us a minute?"

Both men shrug, and Euna guides you away. "You think our ambrosia could help them?"

"It might," you reply. "I'm not sure."

"Well, I think it's a wonderful idea. It might not take more than a few drops."

"But the nuns didn't give it to him."

"They couldn't," she replies. "The silly city elders—"

"Right, but even if somebody else starts treating the vagrants with ambrosia..."

Her face falls. "They'll blame the Simori."

"Exactly," you say, "so we can't just give him the ambrosia, but...

You guide Euna away. She follows, confused at first. "Is this about giving him ambrosia?"

You nod. "I was thinking...

...maybe we could find something to slip it in."

[Box of Food]: "We could put it in with this food we got from the nun."

"Why don't you kiss some into their mouths?"

"Ohh! That's not a bad idea," Euna says. "But what though?"

You shrug.

She notices the vagrants watching you two, or at least Bearded is. "We should move back."

The two of you break your private conversation and return to the two.

"Ello again," Bearded says.

Bearded gets his trousers to his knees. His gnarled, hairy ass hovers over the box. His wrinkled genitals dangle. Thick ropes of shit curl up inside the box. He hands it over before bothering with his trousers. The stench is powerful. "Thank ye kindly."

"Certainly." Euna takes that as well.

"Wha? Why?" Bearded asks. "Yer already taking his."

"He's blind and needs help," Euna replies. "You have perfectly capable eyes and legs."

"Hardly." He waves his walking cane before Euna's face.

"No matter. You can still make the trip yourself."

"Hmm..." Bearded grumbles as he puts away his poop box.

Part way to the latrine, Euna sets down her burden behind a row of shanties out of view from most. "And just like that, we have ingredients for Lanx's potion."

You hand her the thimble. "Get a sample."

You offer her the thimble. "Care to do the honors?"

"Afraid to get your hands dirty, I see."

Kneeling, Euna pours some urine from the pot. It splashes over her hands and dribbles off her fingers, but the thimble fills.

"It's still warm," she says. "Good. Lanx said it should be fresh." She empties the thimble into the fluids jar.

"Now for the waste," she mutters.

"And now for the waste." You point to the box.

"And now for the waste." You point to the box.

"I suppose I'm collecting this too, am I?"

"Of course."

Euna sets the box of poop before her. It's consistency is loose, and it's puddled somewhat. Euna dips the thimble into the muck and uses her finger to pack the shit in like clay. Emptying the thimble into the fluids jar requires her to dig into it with her fingernail. "I hope that's the right amount."

"Should be fine."

After handing back the jar, Euna proffers her brown-stained fingers at you. "And what should I do about this?"

"Suck them clean?"

She snorts. "Perhaps I should wipe them off on your clothes." She grabs a handful of dirt and wipes her fingers clean with that.

Euna cleans her fingers by taking handfuls of earth and wiping the filth clean with that.

Feces added to inventory

Urine added to inventory

"That would be most kind," Blind fumbles for his pot.

You flash Euna the thimble in your palm. Her eyes alight with understanding.

She takes the pot from Blind. "We'll empty this. Don't you worry."

"Oh wait," Bearded crawls into his own shanty. "I was holdin' one in, but if yer going to the latrines anyway..." He brings a filthy little box, the kind the nuns use to hand out food. Clutching his cane, he hunkers over it and fumbles with his grubby trousers.

"Stop. We're not taking your shit."

Wait.

Backing away,Getting closer, you take aim at the hole Euna is squatted over.mouth of the pot between her legs. Euna spreads her thighs and lifts her skirt a little. She glances around at the vagrants.Her gaze is still on you. When you fire, your stream manages to aim between her legs and into the hole.pot's mouth.

Euna pulls her skirt up just a little more. Her index fingers uncurl. They point at her cunt.

You lift your stream and shoot it directly against her pussy. Euna gasps inwardly. Her thighs spread more. Your piss cascades over her bald slit and dribbles into the hole.soaks her pubic bush until it's matted flat. The stream dribbles off the curled hairs hanging limp from her labia and into the hole below. The cum staining her lips washes away. By the time you're done, the pot has overflowed, her entire crotch is damp with piss, and she's still looking at you with that same come-hither look.

"Would you? You're so kind." He gropes back and finds the correct jar which he hands out toward you two. Euna makes no move to take it, so you do. "You're a kind soul, sir."

"I would be most grateful." Blind gropes back for the pot inside his shanty. It's full to the brim with dark yellow piss. "No one else has come by today. I was worried I'd have to take it myself."

Euna hurries forward and takes it. "Don't you worry. We'll take care of this."

"Would you?" Blind feels for the pot inside his shanty.

Euna takes it from him. "We'd be glad to."

"You are so kind," Blind fumbles for his pot and hands it over. It's brimming with pungent piss. Euna takes it.

You walk together to the latrine. Euna ducks inside and empties the pot and box. Returning releases her held breath.

"Actually, I must make waterpee as well. Do you suppose we can head into the woods?"

"The latrine is right here."

"I certainly don't want to use that."

"I'd rather somewhere more private. Anyone can walk in there."

"If everyone used the woods, they'd become as nasty as the latrine."

"Surely there can be one exception," Euna says. "That won't sully the woods."

"So why not use the blind man's pot and then empty it out again?"

"So everyone else must use the latrine, but not royalty?

Euna looks at you curiously. Slowly, she raises her skirt back up to expose herself to you, and she begins to piss. Her stream disappears down the hole. It splatters against wet muck.With her pussy an inch from the pot's lip, her stream falls right inside. Tinkling water slowly fills the pot" All the while, she studies you.

Euna seems taken aback. "Every time?"

"Every time. You must ask me for permission to piss, just like a dog. Is that understood?"

She chews her lip. "Yes. I will obey."

"Is that so?" Euna asks. "Every time I must run to you and beg so I may pee before you like a dog?"

"That's right. You'll have no privacy from me anymore."

"That's an intriguing thought," she says.

As usual, the latrine is revolting. When you open the door, hot stench wafts out. You're both already holding your breath. When Euna dumps out the box and pours the urine down the hole. A cloud of fat flies buzz out, which she shoos away.from which she's scrambles away.

"You've really taken to this chore."

"I won't let squeamishness keep me from helping people anymore. I'm glad you convinced me to try this."

She returns the empty pot to blind.

"Thank you both so very much," he says.

You tuck away your dick. Euna rubs her vaginal lips along the pot's rim to clean herself, then straightens up and corrects her skirt.

You turn around. Soon, there comes the splattering of water on muck.the tinkling of water filling a jar. Afterward, she shuffles around. "Okay. I'm done." When you turn, Euna is standing with her skirt already corrected.

Eventually, Euna's stream trickles to an end. The last few squirts go into the holepot, and her slit glistens with the last remaining drop. Standing, she straightens out her skirt.

Picking up the pot, she scampers back into the latrine to pour out the pot once again.

Heading back to the slum, Euna makes a quick stop at the latrine to pour out the pot once again.

"You really do enjoy seeing me relieve myself, don't you?" Euna says while returning. "I should make you watch from now on. Perhaps, I'll make you clean up after me." She ponders. "Or maybe I should only let you see as a reward. So many possibilities...""Good to know. Maybe I'll let you watch more often. Or maybe I should make you watch."

You arrive back before you have a chance to reply.

You soon return to the blind man.

"Oh, thank you so very much," Blind takes the pot back. "I was worried something had happened to you."

"Our apologies," Euna says. "We got delayed."

You lower your breeches enough to bring out your dick. Euna watches to see what you do next.

"Oh..." Euna eyes the bottle. "The flies?"

"The flies," you confirm.

Euna looks down into the latrine hole, where dozens of large black flies swarm over muck. Apprehensive, she nods. "Do as you want to me. I am yours."Shivering in disgust, she nods. "Do it. Before I lose my nerve." Situating over one hole, she spreads her legs wide.

You smear a dollop of daywither slime over her slit and work your fingers in and out. After a little warming up, you're soon sliding your hand into her. Flies are already congregating, though the motion scares them away. When you remove your fist, you leave her pussy with a gape.

"Now we wait for the flies to come to the honey," she says.

"Now hold still," you say. "Let them find their way."

It doesn't take long. They fly up from the hole and land on her thighs to meander. She twitches, and they dart off.

"They tickle," she says.

But she controls herself, and when more land. She leans back and tries to relax. Soon, occasional buzzing fly becomes a swarming cloud. They crawl over her labia and dart inside of her.They crawl into her pubic bush and out of view. Others trek over her labia and disappear inside of her.

"They're coming right up from that filth below." She shudders, eyes closed. "They walked all over that muck. And now I'm letting them crawl over me like I'm another piece of human waste."

Opening her eyes, she looks down. Her crotch is seething. Countless flies crawl into her as many others crawl out. A glittering sea of them can be seen inside. "It's so wrong."

The swarm thins. They're losing interest. "I think it's time I close up," she says. With that, Euna flexes her vaginal muscles, clamping her pussy. As you watch, a fly nuzzles its way from between her lips and buzzes off.

She hops up—flies scatter—and dons her clothes.

"There are still a lot of them inside you," you say.

"And I'm sure they'll find their way out. Eventually." She leans close. "But I'm not quite done enjoying their tickle."

Soon, you arrive back to the blind man and return his pot.

"Thank you kindly," he says.

"Of course." Euna replies. She's squeezing her thighs together.

"Why?""Lord, no," she replies. "You're the one who offered."

"Yes, as a courtesy. It might do you good to perform such a humble act of charity."

"No. I am no chambermaid."

"But you are my sex slave, aren't you?"

She bites her lip. "Yes, I am. A slave to serve your beck and call." With that, she takes the pot.

"That's exactly why you should do it," you reply.

"And how do you figure that?"

"All of your life you've had chambermaids to empty your bedroom pot. Never once have you had to put yourself in their position."

"I'll have you know I cleaned my own pot at the convent."

"But have you ever cleaned anyone else's?"

"No."

"I have. Most everyone alive has. But your life has been too sheltered. And hasn't this entire adventure shown you that what you've needed most of all is to live as others have lived?"

"Hmm..."

"Dirty your hands for once. Help an old man just as others have helped you. It's a humble act of charity most nobles would turn their noses up at."

She nods. "You're right. I shall do this." She takes the pot from you. "A tsarivna should not put her own cleanliness above helping people."

You two reach the latrine.

"But you'll come in with me, won't you?" she asks.

"Why?"

"I don't want to get cornered by one of these vagrants in there alone."

"You'll only be in there a second."

She regards you. "I also suspect your true reason for giving this task to me is to avoid going in there yourself. So come."

The smell of the latrine has Euna reconsidering her decision. "Oh good Lord." She's cringing away before you're even at the door. When it opens, sticky heat pours out carrying a fetid reek which causes Euna to gag. "How does anyone stand it in here?"

"Just hold your breath."

The inside has three holes spaced along a wooden bench. Euna quickly pours the pot out into the middle one, which causes a thick cloud of flies to swarm up. She scampers away, coughing and retching.

"That was awful!" she says.

"Yes. How does it feel to be a blind beggar's chambermaid?"

"Humiliating," she says. "And you're going to make me do it again, aren't you?"

"Count on it."

"It was just a bad smell, and now you've helped a blind old man."

"And I've a healthier respect for chambermaids." She looks around. "These people deserve better than a waste hole like this."

"See? You already have greater perspective."

She considers that. "You're right." She straightens up taller. "You're quite right. I think that was good for me."

You two return to Blind. Euna hands him back his piss pot.

"Thank you. You've done an old man a kind service."

"It was my pleasure," Euna's tone is genuine.

She gets up and dresses.

You and Euna return to the blind man. "You are most kind to this old man," he says.

"Think nothing of it," Euna replies.

You attack her. Your lips meet. Your hands roam her body. They penetrate between her legs. She hungrily tangles with you.

You press her down face forward along the bench and hammer her from behind. You're on top of her now. Her arms and breasts press upon the filthy bench. Her face is right beside a hole, forcing her breath the fumes emanating from below.

Hand on her head, you press her face against the rim as you rut her from behind.

"Ugh..." she moans. "It so awful..." Yet her hips buck against yours. Her pussy squeezes. Her tongue laps at the stained wood.

However, you can't get your cock into her from this angle, so you push her to lie down along the length of the bench.

"Stop!" she whispers. "Not on the bench!" But it's too late.

Her back presses against wood sprinkled with piss. And now you're on top of her. You're in her, and you hammer away while she braces against the bench. One hole is by her head. She's frantically grappling with her hair to keep it from draping inside. Instead, it lies across the dirty bench. Yet a fetid fumes still waft up, and she's heaving.

But her hips still rise to meet yours. Her pussy squeezes your cock. "Ugh," she moans. "It's so... oh Lord... the stench..." Your humping drags her along the bench. You can feel dampness with your knees. She must feel so much more, along her arms, her legs, her back, and her ass. It's made all the worse by your weight upon her.

When she feels you fire seed deep inside her, she cries out. There's no effort to keep herself from the scum upon the bench, only to feel you inside her.

Once you both come down, her decency returns, and she scrabbles off the bench. Naked, she looks herself over. "Oh my heavens. It's all over me!"

"You don't look that bad," you say.

"What were we thinking? I've no place to clean up."

"I wouldn't let you anyway," you say. "Put your clothes on and let's go."

"Oh. So I am to be like this all day? Polluted with the scum of countless vagrants?" She chews her lip. "Very well."

"Don't bother."

"And walk around like this all day?!"

"I guess you'll have to, won't you?"

She eyes you mischievously. "You love this, don't you? Having me tainted." She sidles close. "Maybe I could be convinced to stay like this, so long as you're not afraid to embrace me."

"Of course I'm not."

She wraps you in a tight hug. Her skin feels clammy against yours. Her leg coils around you. Wetness soaks your clothes. "Then I'll be your polluted maiden."

You dismount, and she's left gasping on the bench like a maiden sacrifice upon an altar. "I feel so sullied..." she says.

Euna dresses quickly. Soon, you arrive back to the blind man and return his pot.

"Thank you so much. You are a kind lady," he says.

"It was my pleasure." Her eyes twinkle.

You go to empty the pot yourself. The smell of the latrine begins long before you reach it. "I'll wait for you here," Euna says.

It only gets worse the closer you get. By the time you've reached the door, the smell is ungodly—the product of heat, feces, and decomposition. Even holding your breath, you struggle not to gag.

The inside is dark. A long bench has three holes spaced apart which lead into a dark pit. Flies buzz. The wet heat is dizzying.

You quickly pour the pot empty into one of the holes and retreat.

Euna wrinkles her nose. "You wafted the stench over here," she says. "I cannot fathom what it's like inside."

"It is unimaginable," you reply.

You two return to Blind his piss pot.

"Thank you. Thank you," he says. "You've done an old man a kind service."

You step closer and hunker down to get your cock level with her crotch, but Euna stops you. "We have an audience," she murmurs. Vagrants have taken notice.

"Let them watch." You move to fuck her again.

And she stops you again, sternly, though she grins are your precociousness.

You step closer and hunker down so your cock is level with her piss-wet slit.snatch. Doing so pushes her back from her squat until her bare ass sits on the edge of the bench. Her hands plant against the shack wall behind her to support herself as you plunge into her pussy.Now you're kneeling right before her. Your bodies press together. The pot is inches below where your cock is sliding into her pussy.

The fucking is quick and and animalistic. Euna gasps for breath despite the noxious air. "This is so disgusting," she grunts. "What are we doing?"and whimpers with each thrust. She arches backward and plants her hands on her ankles. Though she grunts with pleasure, she's careful to keep the pot between her legs from knocking over. "People are watching us..." Euna grunts. Vagrants have noticed. She looks around at her audience.

You fill her pussy with your seed. She's left breathless and rutted. Her cunt drips semen onto the latrine floor. She again squats over the hole to let the mess drip there.into the piss pot. Some dribbles on the lip and down the side.

"Well, fine. If you put it that way, I will use the latrine. but you're coming with me."

"Why?"

"To keep me safe. And so you too must suffer the stench." She pulls you into the shack with her. Both of you struggle against the urge to gag.

Euna clutches her nose. "Oh Lord. I can't breath." She gags. "This is so awful."

"You'll get use to the smell."

"I don't know if I want to. I feel like it's staining me just by my being here."

"Then hurry up."

She scrutinizes the three holes and finds the cleanest. Dropping her skirt, she squats and hovers her pussy over it.

"Are you serious?" she asks. "Why on earth would I ever do something like that?"

"Because I'm ordering you to," you say. "And that is reason enough.""Because you know you want to," you say. "Look at that bench. What kind of filthy degenerate would ever want that mess in their belly?"

She eyes the bench. Her eyes gleam. "Very well. Lord, there's something wrong with me."

"As you command," she says.

"Are you giving me an order?" she says.

"No. I'm challenging you to."

"Hmm..."

Euna kneels on the earth before the bench and examines the speckling of dried, concentrated urine along the rim. Draping her hair out of the way, she runs her tongue through the mess of droplets and stray pubic hairs. Again and again she goes, lapping like a kitten. As she gets the the far end of the rim, her breasts now drag along the messy rim of the front. Between her tits and her tongue, one seat is now devoid of any noticeable sprinkling.

She sits upon her newly cleaned seat. "There. Perfectly clean for me. As they say. If you want something done right, do it yourself.""There. Perfectly clean."

She flaps her skirt down to cover herself. "Why? I don't want you watching me do something so private."

"You want me to keep you safe while you pee. How can I do that if I'm looking away?"

"I'll let you know if I need help," she says.

"No. Pee while I can watch."

"Are you ordering me?" she asks.

"Yes."

She hesitates at first, then slowly parts her legs to reveal her snatch to you. Her stream shoots down the hole. Water splatters against wet muck.With her pussy an inch from the pot's lip, her stream falls right inside. Tinkling water fills the pot. A rose color fills her cheeks, but she never hinders your view as she obediently relieves herself right before you.

"As you wish." Euna"They're disgusting though," Euna says. But resigned, she picks the seat on the edge and sits her ass down. Her skin contacts the damp wood and the wet wood.

She turns and plots her ass down upon one hole as though it had been perfectly clean.She decides to squat over one so that her pussy hovers over the hole without her legs touching it. Instead of sitting, she squats over the hole.

You snatch her skirt from off the hook and wipe it along the rim of the seat. The fabric soaks up piss. After one pass over, you use another patch of fabric to polish it off.

Euna watches you do this with arched eyebrows.

When you back away, Euna looks mortified.

"It's all clean for you." You hang her skirt back up.

"Thank you..." She sits her ass directly on the seat.

With that, she begins to pee. The stream shoots down the hole and against the swamp of fecal soup below.

"Wider," you say.

She spreads her legs wider so you have a perfect view of her pissing cunt. Her cheeks turn crimson.

"You better be watching." She spreads her legs wider so you have a better view of her pissing cunt.

The stream trickles to an end. The last drop glistens on her slit.hangs off her pubic hair. She sits on the bench and waits to see what you do next.

"Here?" She glances around at the shanties. Vagrants lounge about outside homes. Some wander listlessly. Any could glance over. "That would be very inappropriate, wouldn't it?" But her hands are slowly hiking up her skirt, as though working all on their own. She kneels with her knees spread wide and balances the piss pot under her slit.

"Oh Lord," she's glancing all around. "Anyone could glance over here!" Though since she's trying her best to cover herself with her skirt, the only person who has any view of her intimates is you.

"I'd like that," she says. "I wouldn't want to run across one of these vagrants alone."

Euna finds a nice spot behind some trees away from the shanty town. She kneels and hikes up her skirt, exposing herself to you. Then she carefully positions the piss pot between her thighs such that her pussy hovers right over it

"Will you look away?" she asks.

"Now look away," she says.

"As you wish."

"May I watch?"

"No. I'm going to watch."

"Heh? These?" Blind reaches back into his home. Staring into space, he gropes each of the jars in turn. "These two are water pots. This one..." He bumps a pot. It's full to the brim, and it sloshes a little. "this is my piss pot. Bit full right now."

"And you keep that pot right next to your bed? Isn't that a latrine over there."

"Aye, but with my eyes and my bones, I can hardly leave this home. I can hardly be making that journey every time I need to make water."

"I'm sorry," Euna says. "It must be difficult."

"Thank you, my lady. But this old man gets by. This camp has enough kind souls to help me."

The stench of the latrine is as awful as usual. When you open the door, rippling heat wafts out. The fetid stench turns your stomach. Euna covers her nose as she empties the box and pours out the pot. Fat flies buzz up.

"Let's go."

"Do you need to pee?""Now you will take a piss."

You and Euna walk to the latrine together. You're careful not to slosh the jar.

"I'm surprised at you, Fool, that you'd offer to do such an unsavory chore." Euna says.

"It's a kindness," you reply. "That old man probably has enough trouble as it is."

She's silent to this, but she seems to study you as you two walk.

"It's kind of you to do this," Euna says.

Go empty the pot.

"I think you should go empty this."

"Oh! A good idea. I'm sure he won't mind. It's not like this pot can become any filthier." She heads off. "Come. I'll still do so in the woods I think."

"I'll come with you."

"I dare you to do it here."

"He's seen me enough," Euna says.

She stands and returns by you, away from the two men.

Euna regards you. She realizes this isn't about being polite. You just want to see if she'll do it. That brings a twinkle to her eye.

"Oh very well," she says, unconcerned. "See me as you will."

Grinning, the man reaches out again. His hands are first upon her face, her neck, and then he rushes to cup each breast with one hand. He gives them a good squeeze. After a good long feel, his hands explore lower along her belly and flank. When he reaches below her waist, she rolls her eyes and redirects him up, so he satisfies himself with another good feel of her breasts.

Suddenly, before Euna can react, his grubby hands slip down her bodice and cup her breasts, flesh against grimy, sweaty flesh. A quick shudder passes through her as he tweaks her nipples. It causes her to delay before extricating his hands. "I think you've seen me enough."

"I could see you all day," the blind man says.

"I'm sure you could." Her smile is good-natured.

"What about me?" the bearded man asks. "Can I see you?" He holds up his hands.

Euna glances at you. You look at her expectantly, so after glancing about furtively, she pulls her bodice down and bares her breasts for the man. "You can see with your eyes," she says.

And he does. He ogles her as though in a trance. When she covers herself, he's still left wide-eyed and dumbfounded.

"There, now you've all had your fill." She stands and returns to you.

"Let him feel your face," she say with no concern that the blind man is sitting right there.

You do. When you kneel down beside the man, he runs his grubby fingers along the contours of your face. They smell like dirt. Damp sweat radiates from his palms, and the exchange does leave you feeling the need to wipe your face, but you resist.

"Thank you," he mutters.

Euna does not follow suit.

She eyes the man. He holds out his grimy hands again, a pitiful look on his face.

"Very well." Euna crouches down by him. Taking his wrists, she guides his hands to her face. He feels her features. His hands work along her neck, and then down toward her breasts.

Euna backs away. "Behave yourself."

"It's how I see. How else am I supposed to know what you look like?" he says.

"Make do with seeing my face."

"Okay then. Sorry."

"Very well." Euna marches up to the two, who as usual are camped out in front of their own shanties. Blind is poking dirt with a stick. Bearded seemed to be dozing, but he raises his head when she nears. He murmurs to his friend. Both get excited.

She comes to a stop and points at them. "You two are going to fuck me. Understood?"

Their eyes light.

"Uh, yes, my lady," says Bearded. "God yes."

She stops before them and pulls the hem of her skirt up to reveal herself. "Would any of you care to let me pleasure you?"

One gapes at her, the other quickly speaks up. "Oh God yes. Come over here."

She nods, and Bearded scrambles to her. He pulls her down and gets her to lie in his shanty. He maneuvers on top of her and tugs off his ragged trousers. His filthy cock is bearded just like him. A giant mat of gray, wiry hair covers his groin from thighs to naval. His knobbly cock points out, ready to go. His balls are furry socks made pendulous by his old age. And the smell is overwhelming. He obviously hasn't bathed in months, yet Euna pulls him close, and he enters her as she wraps her legs about him. His thrusts are sad little humps, but Euna makes love to him all the same.

He shudders and fires his seed inside her. After he awkwardly rolls off, Blind stumbles over,feels his way up, cock hard and ready. Euna tenderly guides him over her. His cock sinks into her wet and inflamed pussy. She mewls in pleasure and embraces him in a warm hug.

After he comes, she holds him to herself for a while before he climbs off. Uncoupled, Euna notices that she's drawn a crowd. Other vagrants from around the camp have circled. They stand about leering.

"Let's go."

"Why don't you clean them with your mouth?"

"How about you offer yourself to some of the vagrants?"

"How about you fuck some of the vagrants?"

Her eyes widen. She looks around at the filthy, grimy vagrants men with mixed excitement and revulsion. "Who would you have me do?"

"Some of these vagrants have dogs..."

"How about our friends, Beard and Blind?"

"How about the most disgusting vagrant around. Make sure you really get their stench on you."

"You don't," says Blind. "The stuck up shites don't want any outsiders."

"We'd ruin the culture, they say." Bearded spits on the ground. "But I've heard what goes on inside those walls. Culture my bollocks. Me?" He holds up his cane. "One look at this and those guards turn me around. I don't walk all dignified."

"I was a craftsman," Blind says. "More useful than all them. I made the finest jewelry you'd ever see before my home town got raided."

"This again..." Bearded mutters.

"Ey! I could do it. I can see again, can't I? Not well, but I can cut a gem. If they gave me a chance, I could make the finest jewelry you'd ever laid eyes on."

"I used to be this. I could give that. ... ladeeda. We all have those stories. I was a soldier once, and I can walk again. They don't care."

"If they'd just let me show them..." Blind mutters.

"Oh, shut up," says Bearded. "You're always going on about this. I haven't seen any damn jewelry."

"And how am I supposed to see the bloody gems!"

"Ye can't go saying you should get in because of your jeweling when you can't even see. Whose ever heard of a blind jeweler."

"I was the best though..." Blind sulks.

You locate the bearded man and his blind friend, the two vagrants you spoke to before. Both sit at the entrance to their shanties, protecting their disheveled beddings and pots.

You locate some vagrants who seem to have nothing better to do. There are plenty. The group you pick out are a pair of old men in a alcove made out of a clustered circle of shanties. Each sit outside their respective homes, inside of which is piled bedding like a rat's nest, some meager possessions, and pots. Scraps of food and junk litter the clearing.

The men themselves wear rags. One has a long, scraggly beard. He sits with a thin wooden cane in his lap. The other sits on the ground staring into nothing. His eyes are clouded and unfocused.

The men look up as you approach.

"'ello," says the bearded one.

"Oh, it's you!" Blind looks you and Euna over, particularly Euna. "Good to see you, innit?"

"And good to see you too," she replies.

"What can we do for you?"

This time, both men are leering at Euna. Blind's eyes are not as faded as they were before.

"Oh my!" Euna says. "What's going on here? Can you see me?"

"I can!" Blind says proudly. "Dunno how. And I wouldn't say see. Yer more of a blob, but a damn pretty one at that."

"When did this happen?"

"We just woke up like this."

"We?"

"That's right." Bearded struggles to his feet and takes two steps. He stands proudly, although not exactly confidently. "No pain!" he says.

"How in the world did this happen?" Euna asks, eyes wide and curious.

"Honest. Don't really know," Blind says. "Miracle. Must be."

"It was celestial." Bearded sits back down. "I was just telling him last night about how the stars were falling last night. Must have been magic filtering down. I reckon a whole lot of people woke this morning without their woes."

"That must be it," you say.

"One thing for sure, I won't be needing this anymore." Bearded hands you his cane. It's old and worn. "Take it a hundred miles from here and toss it away."

"Are you sure?" Euna asks.

"Yeh! Toss it in the ocean. I'll never need it again. I'm sure."

"If you say so..." You take the cane.

Cane added to inventory

"So." Blind looks Euna up and down. His new eyes are clearly enjoying the view. "Sit with us. Talk."

You both do.

"A pleasure, as always." Euna kneels beside Blind and guides his hands to her face. He feels her features, and as always, he explores her neck and then sizes up both of her breasts, even slipping both hands under her bodice. When he starts to stray south of her waist, she pulls him away. "Behave yourself."

He smiles incorrigibly. "It's always lovely to see you too, pretty lady. Some day you'll let me see more."

"Maybe." She rejoins you.

"Hi," you say.

"Who is it?" says the other. His faded eyes glance about.

"It's the pretty woman and the man," Bearded replies.

"Oh, ello!" The blind one waves in your direction.

"We saw you wondering about," Bearded says.

"Well, he saw you," Blind adds.

Euna curtsies. "It's a pleasure."

Blind holds out his hands as though to feel Euna's face. They're filthy. The nails are encrusted with dirt. Euna does not step forward, and so he puts down his hands.

"Age," Blind says. "Age is a villain to us all."

"It wasn't what got me," Bearded adds. "I was stabbed by a coward. I was a young man then."

"No you weren't," Blind replies.

"I was younger," he snaps, "in a tavern far from here. It was owned by an old friend of mine. Big man, healthy stomach, and a beautiful daughter who tended the customers. One night, a rowdy group of men were drinking. They flirted with the sweet girl, if ye can call it that. She wasn't having any of it, but they wouldn't stop. Then she goes to the tavern shed to fetch another cask, and what do you know? These men decide to follow her. I found them tossing her around. She was crying. They were laughing. Anyone wit' half a mind knew where this was going. But I broke them up. Most were drunk anyway, just took a shove. Had em all goin home, then one scrawny little bastard came up behind me and yah!" Bearded makes a sharp motion with his hand. "Stabbed me right in the ass. It never healed right. Been on a cane ever since."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Euna says. "It's a shame how the good are punished for their deeds."

He chuckles. "Heh. The drinks were on the house from then on. ...Till I nearly drank that tavern out of coin."

One man approaches you. "Sweet slut ye got there."

"Isn't she, though."

"Hope yer sharin her with all of us."

"Sure. Anyone who wants a turn can go ahead."

"If I did that, we'd be here all day, and we have places to be."

The man grins, showing several missing teeth. He gathers closer to where Euna is fucking. He waits until the vagrant on top of her finishes, then climbs onto her. Euna's eyes widen as she realizes that he is not one of the original men you told her to please, but she doesn't resist as the man drops his sodden trousers and clumsily penetrates her.

(Reduce this scene so it's just one-on-one over and over. It'll be more real.)

Their cheer is thunderous. They surge forward and surround her. Hands explore her body. Within moments, Euna is on the ground, a grubby man climbs on top of her, and the first filthy penis is entering her. Another enters her mouth. She sucks it lovingly. Others crowd around. It's difficult to stay close to her, but you manage. When you do get a glimpse, vagrants are squeezing her hand around their cocks. Another rubs himself with her feet. The mass of people are nearly smothering.

When the man inside her finishes, he pulls out. The group roll her on her side and pull up her leg. A toothless man lays before her and fucks her pussy while he gums her breasts. An ugly man with a missing leg lays behind her and roughly forces his unwashed penis into her asshole. She hardly notices as she sucks the mangy dick of a bearded, old man.

For nearly an hour she's in this position, sucking and fucking man after man. After that, the group seems to reach a consensus. They carry her farther into the shanty town to a denser collection of housing. They lay her in a central clearing, though it quickly fills. You follow, but it's hard to get near her now. There's a throng of people between her and you, and you can't see anything.

So you pass the time wondering about the shanty. You share stories with some people and eat food from the wagon handouts. You're always in view of the gangbang though, even if you can't see here. The vagrants have formed a line. It was about twenty earlier, but it's grown to near forty. There are even some women in there, though all old and ugly. You're unsure what they do to Euna since you can't see, but she's probably fine with it.

The sun passes through the sky and sets. It's not until long after dark that the line finally starts to dwindle. You get in line to see her, and fifteen minutes you're before her. She's an utter mess. Her hair is matted with semen. Her ass and pussy are red and tender. She reeks terribly of other people's body oder, and she's so exhausted that she's drifting off, even as a wrinkled old codger hammers her asshole.

When you approach, her first reaction is to open her mouth for your cock. When she sees who you really are, she smiles weakly. "Ready to go home?"

"Is it time already, my love?"

"Lemme finish," says the man inside her.

Euna, with renewed vigor, wraps her legs about him and helps him fuck her harder. He grunts and fills her. She gives him a sweet kiss, and rolls him aside. You help her stand. Her legs wobble nearly uncontrollably.

"My clothes..."

"I have them. Shall I help you dress."

She looks at herself. Ropes of cum cover her. Her breasts glisten from smears. A fountain of semen runs from her holes.

"No," she says. "I'll just go home like this."

You help her up and walk her along. Many vagrants who were still in line voice their complaint, but most everyone here cheers and wolf whistles.

She's practically falling asleep against your shoulder as you two walk along the mountain side back home. There, you her down in bed. "Hungry?" you ask. "I got some food for you."

She shakes her head. "I've swallowed so much seed, I haven't any room. Please, come to bed with me."

You oblige. She still reeks. Dried, crusty cum covers her. And dirt covers her body from laying on earth all day.

Go to sleep.

"It's the city of Cockaigne," Bearded replies. "They say it's the best place in the world. Endless party, where everyone lives in relaxation. No one lifts a finger, and every demand is met."

"Sounds nice," Euna says.

"We wouldn't know. They don't let us in."

"Don't see why," says Blind. "if no one works, then we should fit right in, right?"

"It's because they're a bunch of arrogant asses," Bearded says. "That's why. You see them all? Look at them." He points to the line of nobles waiting to get into the city. "Every single one of them has a stick up their ass. They think they're something special. They think we're all lowly pieces of shite. You know what the only difference is between them and us?"

"What?" Euna asks.

"They're inside the wall. We aren't. They say only the beautiful get in the city, but look at that line. Plenty of them are old and ugly."

"Yeh!" says Blind. "...I think" He turns his blind eyes toward the line, "but they're all lords of this and that. You really just got to be rich."

You shift to get a little closer, and your foot knocks a rock. It tumbles a small distance.

Euna's eyes snap open. Her hand snaps away from her crotch as she glances around.

Retreat back to camp.

Duck out of view.

"Would you like to hear another story?" you ask.

She nods and hugs close to you. "I would like that. Tell me another story about my sister."

"Your sister, you say? Hmm." You think for a while on a story that's suitably perverted for her. There are certainly plenty to choose from.

"Did I tell you about the time your sister was abducted?"

"What?" Euna's eyes widened. "Tell me. I've never heard of this."

"That's because the royal family never found out. All they know is that she left for a festival with the sons of Duke Walter. They got separated, but then she came back on her a few days later and said she'd gotten a ride with a friendly farmer."

"What actually happened?"

"What I've heard is an account of one of her abductors. A simple smithy, or so the story goes. At the festival, she went dancing with several other men, and she drank enough for many men as well. She enticed our smithy and his friends, and a few other men too. Eventually, they pulled her away from the festivities to an ox cart the smithy and his friends had traveled to the festival in. It is there that they all knew her.

"So they took advantage of her?"

"Not from what I hear. She was the most enthusiastic of them all according to the story I've heard. The men initially fought over her. They all thought she fancied them and no other. She was the one who ended the fight by saying they could all have her. And have her they did. In that ox cart, they each took turns with her, some at the same time. And she moaned and cheered and egged them on, telling them to fill her with their seed again and again. Only when the men could rise no longer did they break away. The smithy was the last to leave. Apparently, she had said she was going back to the festival because she wasn't done having fun, and so he left her to clean herself up.

"That would have been the last he heard of her. Except for the next morning. He and his traveling companions left the festival. They were miles away when they heard a surprised yelling from their supply wagon."

"Aileen was still in the cart?"

"She'd passed out beneath some furs and only then had come through."

"That isn't so much an abduction," Euna says. "More of a misunderstanding."

"True. It's more what come's after that makes it an abduction. When Aileen realized how far from the festival she was, she was distraught to say the least. She begged and pleaded with them to take her back. But they couldn't, for they were on a schedule. They had been on route to a metal market for rare smithing materials, and had detoured to go to the festival, but they could only afford to be there one night. They had to travel on the next day or they'd miss the trading.

"But they worked out that if the boys got to the market and then traded, they could swing by the festival on the way back and drop her off. She'd be back before it ended. Duke Walter's sons wouldn't really start to miss her until then. So she'd be fine. The problem was, doing this would send the boys far out of their way, so they were reluctant to do this.

"Aileen begged and pleaded with them. She told them she'd do anything if they would take her back. Anything at all."

"So what did they make her do?" Euna asks.

"The boys had her for three whole days," you say. "So they...

offered her anyone they wanted to fuck her for two copper apiece."

made her pleasure their horse for the enjoyment of any watching travelers."

got sadistic. They strung her up under their wagon the ride, and later forced things in her holes."

"What do you mean they tied her under the wagon?" Euna asks.

"Just that, but not before they had some fun. They pulled over the wagon, took her out of sight of the road, and then got rough with her. Surrounding her, they pushed her back and forth while taunting her. They ripped her clothes off a piece at a time. Once she was naked, they took their turns ravaging her."

"Poor Aileen! She had to endure that?"

"She did. I heard she didn't struggle much. Afterward they led her back to the wagons. By then she was covered in dirt and scrapes, and cum ran down her legs. Her clothes were tatters, which they made her leave anyway. But her ordeal was only beginning. The boys got out some rope and lashed her to the underside of their carriage."

"But how?"

"With several ropes fastened about her waist and chest, and other ropes tying her arms and legs out spread eagle. But they tied her with her spread crotch facing the horses."

"Why like that?"

"Once the boys got the wagon moving again, they got the horses trotting at a brisk pace. Not only was Aileen swaying about underneath, but every dirt clod, mud splatter, or pebble that the horses kicked up would hit her. With her snatch facing forward, that meant a constant barrage of sharp pebbles and earth striking her most feminine parts."

"Their ride lasted all day," you say. "When the boys finally got to the metal market, Aileen's entire body was coated in mud, grass, even the odd bits of road manure. Cuts and bruises marred her body, but it was worst between her legs."

"It must have been torture," Euna says.

"The boys weren't done."

"Of course they weren't."

"They retied her to the back of their wagon, this time wrists to ankles, and then those to the wagon spokes. It left her laying on the earth with her legs obscenely spread. They cleaned the skin on her stomach enough so they could write a message in ink for all the other market goers to see."

"What did it say?"

"'Fill me.'"

"'Hurt me.'"

"So what stories are in that Simori Holy book?" you ask. "Something had your interest."

"As it happens, there are a few tantalizing stories," Euna replies, "not something I was expecting in holy scripture."

"Well go on then."

Euna fetches the holy book from the pack and thumbs through the pages. "Let's see here... I suppose we should start with Kseniya the Charitable."

"Sounds good."

"Of course," she says. "Is this to see if I get all the details the same this time?"

"It might be."

"Well, let's see." She opens the holy book and begins.

"Kseniya was a righteous disciple of the Simurgh who lived in a lonely cottage, where she devoted herself to helping all who came to her door. Every day, she meditated upon a brass pendant bearing the symbol to remember the Simori way.

"One day, Kseniya happened upon a starving man. She took him into her home and fed him. After, she bid him to rest in her own bed while she slept upon a mat."

Euna pauses momentarily before continuing.

"The night after he recovered, he forced himself upon her. Come dawn, he declared her to be his slave. Each day, he commanded her to cook and clean for him, and he would take her whenever he stiffened. During his repast, he bid her to crawl under the table and please him with her mouth, and at night, he would tie her to the bed and rape her as she wept for mercy.

"The night after he recovered, he forced himself upon her. Come dawn, he declared her to be his slave. Each day, he dressed her scantily and walked her into town, where he bragged to all about his lusty wife. He invited men to grope her, and ordered her to dance without clothes in seedy taverns. All knew her as a strumpet, but if she ever spoke in her defense, he beat her mercilessly.

"The night after he recovered, he forced himself upon her. Come dawn, he declared her to be his slave. Each day, he would sodomize her whenever the desire took him, and he would wipe himself clean using her hair or clothes.

"The night after he recovered, he forced himself upon her. Come dawn, he declared her to be his slave. He invited men from his village to come, and together they violated her many at a time whenever the urge took them, even after she was limp from exhaustion.

"The night after he recovered, he forced himself upon her. Come dawn, he declared her to be his plaything. Tying her to the floor, he pressed sharp stones into her until he could fit no more. Whereupon he kicked her groin to ram the stones deeper. She bled and wept, but he did not stop until she looked as though with child.

"The night after he recovered, he forced himself upon her. Come dawn, he declared her mouth to be his. He bound her hands behind her back and forced her to serve him with only her mouth, whether it be cleaning the cottage, or cooking, or cleaning the privy, or sucking stains from linens. At night, he would rape her mouth, and then have her clean every crevice of his body with her tongue.

"The night after he recovered, he forced himself upon her. Come dawn, he declared her to be his property. He sold her to slavers for silver. After they enjoyed her virtues for themselves, they auctioned her to a cruel master who hurt her every day.

"On the seventh night, Kseniya escaped with only the clothes on her back. She ran until her home was but a memory, then upon a piece of wood, she carved herself a new symbol and meditated upon it until she once again remembered the Simori way. Thus she built for herself a thatch hut and helped all who came to her door.

"One day, Kseniya happened upon a sick man. She took him in and cared for him. After, she bid him to rest in her own bed while she slept upon straw.

"The night after he recovered, he forced himself upon her. Come dawn, he declared her to be his toy. He pinioned her to the earth so she could not move, and he pressed hot coals into her so that his ravaging of her would hurt all the more. She wept for mercy, yet he gave her none.

"The night after he recovered, he forced himself upon her. Come dawn, he declared her to be his pet. He burned her clothes and forced her to crawl on all fours and bay like a beast. From the town, he used her money to buy a mangy dog, which he forced her to couple with each day.

"The night after he recovered, he forced himself upon her. Come dawn, he declared her to be his possession, and he lashed her to the bed with her feet toward the headboard. Thus at night, he would sleep atop of her with his member buried down her throat. If she thrashed for air, he would strike her without mercy.

"The night after he recovered, he forced himself upon her. Come dawn, he declared her to be his toilet, and he leashed her neck to the bottom of a cattle trough. Every day he would void himselfurinate upon her upturned face. As the days passed, she was forced to eat and drink his waste so as not to starveto quench her thirst, and to wallow in that which she did not ingest.

"The night after he recovered, he forced himself upon her. Come dawn, he declared that he would be the last man she ever loved. He stripped her and forced her to dig a pit, where he buried her with only a long tube in her mouth providing her air. Twice a day, he would urinatepour water down that tube.

"The next night, he dug her up. Dirt and insect bites covered her, and she was soiled in her own filth. He ravaged her, fed her scraps, and buried her once again. Seven times he did this, each time promising he would not return.

"The night after he recovered, he forced himself upon her. Come dawn, he declared her to be a glutton for pain. He dragged her out to a tree and hammered nails through her nipples into the trunk so that she could do naught but face the tree. For days, he would whip and rape her mercilessly, or drive skewers through the meat of her breasts to further pin her to the tree.

"The night after he recovered, he wrestled her to the bed and tied her down. Come dawn, he declared her to be his canvas, and that he would repay her by turning her body into a work of art.

"He pierced her with countless rings and jewels, from her face, her nipples, to the pedals and nub of her virtue. Then he stabbed her flesh with inked needles to create paintings upon her skin depicting his own sexual fantasies. Not an inch below her neck was spared, and when he looked upon her, he could not help but sate his lust upon her again and again like a frenzied animal.

"On the seventh night, Kseniya escaped without a scrap of cloth. She ran until her home was but a memory, then upon a water-worn stone, she scratched a new symbol and meditated upon it until she once again remembered the Simori ways. Thus she built for herself a hovel of mud and stick and helped all who came to her door.

"One day, Kseniya happened upon an injured man. She took him in and treated him. After, she bid him to rest in her own bed while she slept upon the hard earth.

"The night after he recovered, he came to Kseniya to find her meditating. He bid her to tell him why, and she told him of the Simori way. When she spoke of the men who came before him, he wept for her. Come dawn, he declared her to be his wife, and he swore to help her in the ways he could, which was many, for he was a wealthy boyar who owned vast lands.

"The man gave to her his mansion, and thus it became the first Simori temple, and her the first mother prefect. Men and women came from afar to seek help and to live charitably upon the estate's prosperous fields."

Euna shuts the book. "The end."

"I see," you say. "Kseniya was a patient woman."

"She was. It's a story about how our charity is not always rewarded, yet we must persevere, for it is the only way to better this world."

"The night after he recovered, he came to Kseniya to find her meditating. He bid her to tell him why, and she told him of the Simori way. When she spoke of the men who came before him, he knew that she would tolerate any abuse. Come dawn, he declared her to be his whore, for he was a powerful man who owned many women. He took her to his brothel, where she was locked in a room and made to entertain scores of men every day.

"In time, however, the lock upon her door was not necessary. For she had remembered the Simori way, and realized that sleeping with these men brought happiness to the world, and so it brought happiness to her. She became the man's greatest whore, who took upon all clients, especially the old and lame, or the sick and perverted."

"Why them?" you ask.

"Because sleeping with them truly was an act of charity." Euna shuts the book.

"The night after he recovered, he came to Kseniya to find her meditating. He bid her to tell him why, and she told him of the Simori way. When she spoke of the men who came before him, he wept for her. Come dawn, he declared her to be his wife, and he swore to help her in the ways he could, which was many, for he was a wealthy boyar who owned vast lands.

"The man took her to his home and gave to her his mansion, and thus it became the first Simori temple, and her the first mother prefect. She taught many women to be charitable to all, no matter the risk. And henceforth, men would come to the sisters for help, and frequently they would ravage and abuse them. In any week, most sisters were exploited by strangers a dozen times, but they never complained, for judgement is not their way."

"That sounds a lot like the temple in Cockaigne," you say.

"Maybe it's the very same," Euna suggests. "Maybe Mother Janan is Kseniya."

"Good point. We don't know how old she really is. Do we?"

"We don't." Euna shuts the book.

"The night after he recovered, he came to Kseniya to find her meditating. He bid her to tell him why, and she told him of the Simori way. When she spoke of the men who came before him, and he saw that she was without regret, he realized that she must be insane. Come dawn, he declared her to be his patient, and he committed her to his sanitarium, for he was a well-to-do healer.

"However, deep in the bowels of the sanitarium's dungeons, Kseniya was forgotten by all except the healer's evil apprentices who came to her cell each night to enjoy her body. Whenever she resisted, they would subject her to draconian treatments which befuddled her mind until she passively endured her nightly rapes. Thus, her charity brought happiness to those apprentice healers. And sometimes their friends. And whoever had coin.

"The end." Euna shuts the book.

"The night after he recovered, he came to Kseniya to find her meditating. He bid her to tell him why, and she told him of the Simori way. When she spoke of the men who came before him, and he saw that she was without remorse, he assumed her to be a perverted masochist. Come dawn, he declared her to be a witch and dragged her to the local church.

"After they tortured a confession out of her, they strung her up and lowered her onto a pike so that it impaled through her womanhood. Her own weight pulled her down until the pike emerged out her upturned mouth. And then they built a pyre about her impaled body. In the flames she writhed. They say in her final moments, she convulsed in perverted masochistic pleasure before forever going still. To them, it was proof of her witchery."

"The man must have dragged her to a Nimic church," you say.

"Maybe, if this was in the old inquisition days."

"The night after he recovered, he came to Kseniya to find her meditating. He bid her to tell him why, and she told him of the Simori way. When she spoke of the men who came before him, he conceived an idea. Come dawn, he forced himself upon her, but afterward declared that he had expended his lust, and would henceforth be a virtuous man. Despite her tears, Kseniya rejoiced.

"However, he did not mend his ways. He told men far and wide about her. They would come to her seeking her help, and afterward they would always rape her in ways as creative as they were sadistic. After several nights, they would claim their hearts turned to good and depart, only for another man to arrive.

"And so for years Kseniya helped many souls through her selflessness, but every single act of kindness was met with a merciless savagery. She came to expect it, and in time enjoy it."

"Enjoy it?" you ask.

"She thought she was brightening the world," Euna says. "In a way, she was."

"Months later, after he recovered, he came to Kseniya to find her meditating. Her belly was swollen and he said to her, "Where is your husband?" She explained how she was a maiden, and of the men who came before who had taken her virtue. On the spot, he declared her to be an adulteress and dragged her to the local lords, who used hot irons to brand an 'A' onto her cheek, her rump, and her bosom.

"Thus, all who saw her knew of her lewdness, and drove her from their villages. Homeless, she gave birth to a daughter beneath a bridge, whom she loved and cherished, but their suffering was great. She provided for her daughter by whoring herself to travelers along the highways. When her daughter grew to attract the eyes of hungry men, they compelled Kseniya offer her as well. And lo, the mother and daughter performed all manner of lewd acts together, for they were always in need. But Kseniya never forgot the Simori way. She taught her daughter, and they helped all those they found in need with what spare coin they had. Yet always, their charity was met with heartless abuse, for none would respect an adulteress or her bastard daughter."

"Hardly seems fair," you say.

"Life rarely is," Euna replies. "The Simori way is to accept that." She shuts the book.

"The night after he recovered, he came to Kseniya to find her meditating. He bid her to tell him why, and she told him of the Simori way. When she spoke of the men who came before him, he was impressed by her resolve and told her of girls who he believed would benefit from her teachings. She agreed to help, and together they traveled to the city.

"However, he took her to a cheap brothel. The women were young runaways who had never known compassion, and the man expressed his hope that Kseniya could trick them into engaging in more extreme sexual acts. Kseniya rejected him, but not the girls. She taught those girls love and selflessness. They learned to care for each other, and to care for their johns without judgement. Feral girls became compassionate women and courtesans. And thus started the first temple of Simori. The sisters earned tithes with their loving embraces, took in lost girls, and helped all others in need."

"Oh, and yes," Euna adds. "They did engage in more extreme sexual acts. The temple was the most genteel brothel in all the land, and also the most accommodating."

"Is that a footnote, is it?" you ask.

"It's jotted down right here in the margin." She points.

"I see. They wouldn't want to leave that detail out of their holy text. Anything else?"

"No." Euna closes the book. "That's the end."

"The night after he recovered, he came to Kseniya to find her meditating. He bid her to tell him why, and she told him of the Simori way. After she spoke of the men who came before him, he pushed her down and fell upon her with a tackle three times a man's size, and when he filled her with his discharge, she felt utter bliss despite his force. But with a gust wind, the man was gone. For in truth, he was djinn who had come to trick her, but he was so moved by her selflessness that he decided to leave her a boon.

"Nine months later, she gave birth to a beautiful boy whom she loved and adored. The boy grew faster than a child should. Whenever the strangers Kseniya helped would stay to abuse her, her son would grow three times his size and chase them off. As soon as he was able, the son would crawl into her bed to please her as the djinn once pleased her, with a tackle three times its size.

In this manner, she birthed seven virile sons, each more beautiful than the last. They built her a mansion, and plowed her land, and tended to her every need. They had members like giants, and morning, day, and night, they would fill her with their lust and leave her dripping. Thus, she was happy for the rest of her days."

"It became quite like a fairytale at the end," you say. "Except for the incest."

"That's how you know it's true," Euna says. "A fairytale wouldn't include that."

"A fairytale wouldn't include nearly nearly all of it," you reply. "Is that all?"

Euna closes the book. "That's all."

Euna gasps in mock indignation. "Are you accusing me of embellishing? You? Who's told me tales about my own family so raunchy and farfetched that even a tavern drunk would raise an eyebrow at them."

"My stories are true," you say. "Any embellishments I make only serve to better capture the spirit of the tale. You, however, are reading from a holy text."

"If you doubt me. you're welcome to check for yourself." Euna holds the book up for you. The pages are covered with line after line of cursive text, yet all you see are the ribbons and curves of the ink. Euna tries not to grin.

"Not all of us grew up with a league of tutors," you say.

"I suppose you'll just have to take my word for it." Euna replies.

"No. All I have to do is remember. I'll have you read the story to me again another night, and if even a single word is different, then I'll know that you've been embellishing."

"I guess we'll see."

"Yes..." Euna frowns at the book. "It does sound as though he wanted to own her just like the other men did."

"Maybe it was just their culture," you say. "A wealthy boyar like that is used to getting what they want, particularly when it comes to women."

"She certainly accepted it easily enough," Euna muses. "Maybe she was just relieved that he was a nicer sort than the other men."

"It does, doesn't it?" Euna says. "Though it would have been a more poignant story if it simply told of three men who took advantage of her."

"It would be more realistic than a wealthy man giving up all his wealth," you reply.

"Maybe, but then the story also wouldn't have demonstrated that our charity can bring good into the world, which I think was the other point of the tale."

"Maybe being married to that man wasn't such a reward after all," you say.

"Oh! Maybe so," Euna says. "Maybe he created a temple for her and brought good into the world, but he ravaged her just like the other men." She considers this. "I think that would have been the best ending."

"If I became a practitioner, then of course I could," Euna replies. "The more I learn of the Simori way, the more I respect their noble cause."

"Even if it meant the people you help might repay you by raping you in sadistic and perverted ways?"

"They'd never have a chance. I'm not some poor maiden living in a lonely cottage. I'm a tsarivna. I'd have guards. Frankly, I think I'd have much more fun being the one who comes to Kseniya's door."

"What do you mean?" you ask.

"I would dress myself like a commoner and come to her for help. She would take me in and care for me, but in the night, I would come and have my way with her. I'd play out every sadistic whim that comes to my mind on her body."

"Really?"

"Yes, but come morning, I'd tell her how sated I am, and I'd using my great wealth to construct a Simori temple and make her the mother prefect. She'd thank me. And best of all, I could come back."

"And she'd welcome you with open arms," you say.

"As would every sister who's heard of my post-coital generosity. The nuns across the tsardom would invite me into their homes so I could sate my urges upon them."

"As the Simori book says, 'tis the risk in charity," Euna says. "However, if a stranger I help ravages me for days, I won't be escaping on the seventh night, but rather sliding a knife across his throat, after I've had some fun with him. Afterward I'd go right back to helping everyone I could."

"But that's half the fun, isn't it?" she says. "In fact, I think a part of me would be disappointed if they didn't take advantage of me. After I'd help those strange men, I'd go to sleep with a warm heart knowing what good I've brought to the world, and with a warm loin thinking about what they'll do to me if they're monsters."

"I don't know... If the sisters can tolerate it, I might learn to as well. I would probably take greater precautions than to just fall asleep before strange men though." Euna bites her lip. "but then there is a thrill to being at their mercy..."

"Is it?" Euna asks innocently. "I think that's the same ending as before."

"I think I remember Kseniya being rewarded for her charity in the end."

Euna frowns. "You must be recalling incorrectly. The Simori gospel is very clear that charity isn't rewarded. If Kseniya was, then the story would be without merit. Kseniya was selfless for its own sake."

"You think she'd do it all over again if she could?" you ask.

"Gladly, I'm sure."

"I don't remember Kseniya's reward being so ambiguous, or lewd."

"I assure you that's what's in the book. Maybe I'll read it to you another day so you can be sure it's not a fabrication."

"What? No," she says. "Why should I?"

"You're trying to get me to tell you about your sister's sex life while pretending like you're not interested. You can't have it both ways."

"Like I've explained, it's my responsibility to know as a big sister. Not only to tease her, but also to know if she's getting into too much trouble. I need to look after her."

"You can't look after her. You're a world away. Just admit that you're interested in your sister's sexuality, and I'll tell you."

"I will not."

"Fine. No story then."

"Fine." Euna returns to eating.

The conversation moves on to other topics. You both finish your food. The fire dies down.

"Shall we retire?" you say.

She's quiet a long while.

"Your highness?"

"Fine," she says.

You start to stand.

"No. Fine. I'll admit it." Her gaze is on the fire. "I want to hear the story."

"What story?"

"You know what story. Tell me."

"You need to be more clear, Your Highness. What story do you want to hear?"

She gives you a baleful stare, but she does relent. "I want you to tell me your story about my sister, because I want to hear it."

"But why? It's so overtly sexual. It's raunchy."

"Because..." Her cheeks are crimson. "Because I'm interested in hearing it."

"Because your sister's naughty adventures fascinate you?"

"Fine. Yes. You've got what you wanted. Now tell me."

You think for a while. "One time, while you were away at the convent. I was headed back from a tavern, and I came around to the kennel entrance in order to avoid attention. I was a little tipsy, you see. That's when I spotted Aileen behind the chicken coop. Who do you think was with her? Or rather, how many?"

Euna's eyes widen in intrigue. "Tell me."

You hold up three fingers. "Three of the palace hands."

"Those scrawny lads who tend the lands?"

"Those are the ones. They were all drunk on vodka, and they had her up against the coop wall. All three were feeling her up. One had his hands under her petticoat. Another had pulled down her bodice so he could fondle her breasts. The last was forcing his tongue down Aileen's throat."

"And now you'll tell me it was consensual."

"She was doing her fair share of groping too. Her wandering hands found their ways down the lads' trousers to free their rock hard cocks."

Euna is listening with wide eyes.

"But then," you say...

"One at a time the boys stepped up and she sucked their hard cocks. Each of them used her mouth in their own way.

"The first man was forceful. He grabbed hold of her head to force his cock down her throat. Aileen choked and struggled. When he'd pull out, strands of thick saliva would dribble from her lips. When he came, shoved his cock deep down her gullet and fired his seed straight into her stomach.

"The second man had fun with her. She tried to work his shaft her own way, but he kept hand on the back of her head, and he would force his cock down her throat. His was especially long. It made her gag. He would laugh every time. When he came, he pulled out suddenly and fired his cum upon Aileen's face and breasts. He thought he was being funny, but Aileen rubbed the cum into her skin as frantically as she rubbed her own sex.

"The third man let Aileen do all the work, and that girl had skills. She bobbed back and forth upon his shaft while one hand carressed his balls and her other... well, it was still between her own legs. When he came, she sucked every drop from him, then opened her mouth to show the pearly white pool upon her tongue. She let some of it dribble down her chin and upon her breasts. The rest she swallowed down."

"Goodness," Euna says. "My sister is quite the little strumpet."

"Is that a bad thing?" you ask.

"I don't know... What happened next?"

"Well then...

"When the boys brought out one of the massive Shepard hounds, her eyes lit up. The dog came over and sniffed at her. She moaned when it licked the cum drizzling her breasts. licked at the urine soaked into her breasts. licked her breasts. Her lust overcame her, for she turned and stuck her rump in the air. The dog needed no further encouragement. It wrapped its forelegs about her waist and stabbed its red cock toward her snatch. It missed many times. The men laughed and jeered. Eventually one of them gave the poor hound some help.

"The moment the dog struck home though, it buried its cock as deep in your sister as it could. It fucked her with the enthusiasm only a dog can muster. Your sister could hardly keep herself from toppling.

You pause. "I don't know how much you know about how dogs reproduce..."

"None," Euna says.

"Then you don't know about their knot. Once they cum, their cock swells up at the base to lock themselves into their bitch."

"Do not refer to my sister as a bitch."

"I'm sorry. I'm only explaining how other dogs mate."

"So the dog got stuck to my sister?"

"Exactly. After it filled her, it couldn't get off. The boys found this uproariously funny. It kept tugging away. All it did was drag your crying sister along. Her breasts dragged through the dirt."

"I can't believe they'd do that to her."

"Her cries were more moans. She was stroking her clit all the while."

"I see."

"When the dog was finally flaccid, it pulled out and trotted to a corner to lick itself clean. Aileen had a river of watery cum pouring from her gash."

"...Wow," Euna says. "So my sister has lain with animals."

"They're energetic."

"Do many people commit such sins?"

"In the right circles, more than you'd think. To some people, a cock is a cock."

"Back home I had a stallion once," Euna says. "The idea of laying with him that way is..."

"Intriguing?"

"Grotesque. I would never even have thought of doing something like that."

"And now?"

She regards you without a hint of amusement.

"My apologies, Your Highness."

"What happened then? Did the boys continue to torment my sister?"

"Well, after that show...

"She turned, bent at the hip, and placed both her hands on the chicken coop. She told the men to ravage her, and ravage her they did. The men raised her skirt and shift up onto her back to reveal her dripping pussy. One after another, the men took her, each in their own way."

"Did they not care that she'd just coupled with a dog?" Euna asks.

"Clearly not. To them, it probably just meant she was nice and wet. Her thighs were slick with dog cum."

"Pleasant..."

You continue. "The first man was forceful. He stabbed himself into her as he pulled her hips back upon himself. Her body jerked with each thrust. It must have been pure agony. Her snatch had already been beaten raw with a whip. Oh how Aileen wept. Oh how Aileen whimpered. When he came inside of her, he hollered loud enough for all to hear.

"The second man was degrading. As he rammed into her, he yanked her piss-wet hair, pinched her breasts, and slapped her raw ass endlessly as though she were a bucking horse. All the while he laughed as though he himself were a donkey. Aileen's nails raked the coop wall as she endured this treatment. At the end, he pulled out and sprayed his seed over her back.

"The third man took his time, since the others were still recovering. He pressed his body to hers explored her body with his hands while he took her in a slow steady rhythm. Aileen trembled and quaked. The man took the longest, and when he came, He and Aileen cried out in unison.

"Each lad was spent. Her muff was frothed with their seed. It ran down Aileen's inner thighs in rivulets."

"She must have been exhausted," Euna says.

"I imagine she was," you reply. "That's when...

"They urinated on my sister?" Euna asks.

You nod. "The first man aimed at her bared breasts, and she massaged it upon her skin. The urine flowed as river down her naked belly and between her legs. She basted her tortured pussy with his offering. The rest wet the dirt beneath her. It ran between her globes and flowed down her bodice. Soon the stream appeared between her legs. She rubbed it into her own snatch.

"The second man had fun making sure to wet as much of her as possible. He grinned like a fool as he aimed his stream at her hair until it was dripping wet. He sprayed her eyes, making her giggle and flinch. He wetted her arms and her thighs. He even took pains to urinate on her discarded clothes. And he made sure to soak the entirety of the dress she wore hiked about her waist.

"The third man was the most intimate. Standing right before her, he placed the tip of his cock right at her lips. She obediently opened her mouth and swallowed what she could."

"She drank it?"

"As much as she could. Much of it overflowed and ran down her chin."

"And my sister enjoyed all this?"

"She loved it. She was rubbing the piss into her skin even though it stung upon all her fresh welts. and letting it soak her frock until it was translucent and dripping. When the men finally finished, there wasn't a single square inch on your sister that wasn't drenched. And if you're still not convinced that she enjoyed this, do you know what she did next?"

"I'm guessing she didn't come to her senses and rush off to get clean."

"She then leaned back against the coop wall and let loose her own stream upon the dirt. Though she basted most of it back upon her own snatch as she rubbed herself to a trembling climax. For a finale, she licked her fingers clean."

Euna shakes her head. "I can't believe my sister enjoys such behavior. And to swallow it..."

"Some people enjoy that. It's both intimate and raunchy."

"Intimate?"

"You don't think it is?"

"I suppose in a strange way it is." She thinks about it. "Would you like it if I relieved myself upon you?"

You shrug. "If you wanted to try it, sure. Would you like it?"

She scrunches her nose. "No. I don't think so. But then... My sister clearly gets something from it, so who knows? I doubt it though."

"It's up to you."

"What happened next?" she asks

"Well then...

"She cowered away from it as it nipped at her. The boys thought this was hilarious."

"That's awful!" Euna says.

"It was mean. I don't think the hound was any danger to her. It was just attracted by the many pungent smells she was giving away."

"But still..."

"Yes. And Aileen begged them to take it away. Eventually the boys put the dog back in the kennel. Aileen pouted a while, but her mood bounced back quickly enough. It was then that...

"They teased Aileen about what a loose girl she was," you say, "how she would spread her legs for anything."

"Rude," Euna replies.

"They weren't gentlemen, but Aileen didn't disagree. She just played with herself and waited to see what the lads would do. So each decided to test this claim.

"The first lad took their vodka bottle and set it on the ground. He told Aileen to treat it as a lover. Jokingly at first, Aileen kissed and nuzzled the neck of the bottle. They all had a good laugh from this, especially when she started fellating it like a cock. But this wasn't what the lad meant. So they pushed her onto her back and fucked her with the narrow end. She whimpered and struggled, given how raw her gash was from the whipping. So they pushed her onto her back, hiked up her dress, and fucked her with the narrow end. They all had their fun, but it didn't impress the men, not until the lad pulled the bottle out, turned it around, and started working the thick base into her."

"It fit?"

"They didn't stop until it did. It didn't matter how much Aileen protested. They'd just hold her legs wider. Once it got in though, even she was delighted. It went so deep that only the neck stuck out.

"The second lad fetched a broom from beside the coop, and while the first was still working the bottle and and out of her, he pressed the tip of the broom handle against her ass. She protested all over again, and the lads had to hold her down, but it went in easier than I would have expected seeing as how so much of her feminine nectar had run down over her rear hole. Good for her too, because that lad did not go easy. He must have forced two feet into her."

"Impossible," Euna says.

"Maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but the length that disappeared into that small woman was impressive. The hands thought so too. They fucked her ass with that even as they worked the bottle in her snatch. With each thrust, they pulled the broom all the way out, only to push it all the way back in, and push for a little more until Aileen squealed and squirmed.

"The third lad did something special. He disappeared into the coop for a few minutes and returned with a basket of two dozen fresh eggs. He boasted that tramp like Aileen was so loose that they could push all those eggs inside her without any breaking. The others couldn't get the broom and bottle out fast enough. They took turns pushing eggs into her snatch. Six went in easily. Then they pushed them into her ass. Her little rosebud stretched to swallow each It took over a dozen before the lads were met with resistance. Those last six eggs took some pushing and twisting, three to each hole, but they managed. Both her anus and pussy were swelled outward from being overstuffed.

"Then she had to prove that none had broken. Very carefully, Aileen rose to a squat. She squeezed the eggs out one at a time. Each was dripping with her juices. The boys laughed and called her a hen, but in the end, a pile of two-dozen slimy eggs emerged from her. Not one was broken. Your sister looked quite proud of herself."

"An odd thing to be proud of, being so loose."

"Those boys were impressed. Your sister was practically beaming."

"Bizarre."

"My favorite part," you continue, "is that the boys put the eggs back in the coop to be found by the handmaidens the next day."

Euna's eyes widen.

"Don't worry. You were at the convent during this. You didn't eat any, but your father did the next morning. He mentioned just how superb they were, and your sister had to stifle her laugh."

"Delightful..." she says. "What did the stable hands do next?"

"They yanked off her clothes and forced her to the ground. She didn't resist, only lay in the dirt rubbing herself until the one of the hands returned with whip. They took turns. Two hands would hold her. The other would whip her."

"The first had the others bend her over. He brought the whip down upon her ass again and again until her rump was beaten raw. Oh how she moaned, but her cries only encourage them to whip her harder."

"Were they forcing her?"

"You might have thought. The other hands got a little nervous, but not once during her crying did she tell them to stop."

"If you say so."

"The second lad had the others turn her around to face him. He whipped her breasts and belly even more viciously than the last man had whipped her ass. She cried openly as the man reduced her breasts to a map of welts. Some of the lads were reluctant to continue, but even in her tears, Aileen begged them to continue."

Euna frowns. "Hmm..."

"The third lad did something special. Once the whip was in his hand, he leaned close and whispered in Aileen's ear. And like that, lust took her over. She told the hand that if they did not do as he had just threatened, that she would tell her father everything that had transpired. It was they who had no choice."

"What did they do?" Euna asks.

The two men holding her each hooked an arm under her thighs and lifted her up. Her arms were about each man's shoulder for support. Her legs were spread wide. Her pussy was presented to the third lad. And with his target revealed, he brought the whip down directly onto her sex. Oh how Aileen shrieked. I don't know how the guards didn't hear. After only three strikes, Aileen was thrashing against the lads trying to close her legs, or get away, or anything, but they held her firm. The lad gave her ten lashes, and by the end, her pussy was a tender mass of flesh, and she was a sobbing wreck."

"I have trouble believing that was fully consensual," Euna says.

"It wasn't," you say. "Those men had no choice after the promise she made."

"You know what I mean. How could Aileen enjoy that?"

"Your sister has discovered that the line between pleasure and pain is thin, and that the stimulation of pain upon the mind can cause a release that pleasure alone can't do. I do know that as soon as they put her down, her hand shot between her legs. She rubbed herself to a climax in seconds that had her screaming in ecstasy."

"The idea that one could crave pain," Euna ponders this. "It's... intriguing."

"It intrigues you, does it?" You pull her closer.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

Reaching down her chemise neck line, you free one of her breasts. After teasing her nipple, you gently pinch.

She gasps, grins, and bats your hand away. "Stop that, you fool. I merely said it was intriguing." She tucks away her breast.

"It intrigues you, does it?"

"Don't get ideas, fool. I'm merely remarking on how odd it is."

"My apologies, Your Highness."

"What happened next?" she asks.

"Would you like to hear another story?" you ask.

She nods and hugs close to you. "I would like that. Tell me another story about my sister."

"Another?"

"Yes. Surely you have more."

"I do. But they're only raunchy stories."

"Is that so?" she says. "Very well. It's still my obligation as her big sister to know what she's been up to. I'll hear the worst if I must."

"Very well. I'll tell you."

"Very well. I'll tell you, but only if you admit it's because you want to hear about your sister's racy tales."

"One of the hunting hounds?" Euna asks.

"Yes."

"But those hounds were nearly feral. They're massive, slobbering beasts. I was afraid of them in my youth."

"So was your sister. She would have nothing to do with that hound."

"Your sister wasn't afraid. She did exactly what the boys wanted."

"But Aileen didn't kneel," you say. She squatted down and spread her legs wide. Completely nude, she was an incredible sight. Welts covered her breasts and pussy, yet she "She squatted and hiked her petticoat up to her waist, exposing herself for the boys. She fondled herself as the boys lined up their cocks before her."

"What for?" Euna asks.

"So she could suck them off."

"So they could relieve themselves upon her."

A story about a girl who's desperately trying to work off her debt through prostitution and sexy shows, but just keeps getting in worse and worse trouble.

Each cycle of debt introduces a new fetish that she must indulge, or it doubles down on the fetishes she's already experiencing.

Sometimes Daisy would start them off by having an 'accident'. She might wet herself or fill her knickers with poop. Either way, she'd be ashamed, and Geoffrey might try to cover her or clean her up in some way, but he'd always end up making it worse. Like maybe he'd try to clean the cow pie off her chest only to smear it around more, or maybe he'd trip and tear her dress. Sometimes he had the awful idea that he could reduce the bulge of her poop filled knickers by transferring poop to her bra.

"It would devolve from there. More performers would throw crap at them until the audience figured out they could throw stuff themselves. Daisy would become an utter mess, slipping around in a pool of shit wearing the tattered remains of her dress. Geoffrey would keep trying to help her, but inevitably make things worse. She'd usually pout and cry, but on some nights she'd get into it so to speak. She's be writhing in her shit puddle rubbing waste into her body and begging the audience to treat her like a sewer. Poor Geoffrey would struggle fruitlessly to protect her."

"Heavens!" Euna says. "I can't imagine why anyone would subject themselves to that night after night."

"Oh, trust me. Geoffrey and Daisy would perform their act even if the house were empty. They love that treatment. When the troupe was on the road, we sometimes threw casual, impromptu acts that had a lot more audience participation. Or, as your church might call them, orgies."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. People don't join the Prowling Lilins because of their conservative sensibilities. Anyway, it was at those roadside shows that you really saw that Geoffrey and Daisy's work is their passion. Daisy would have man after man fuck her in the ass, and then she'd beg them to sully her. She'd get them to circle around her and douse her with their urine. She'd talk a lot into dropping their breeches and relieve their bowels on her. She'd gather their poop like it was cherished gift, then smear it over her body. She'd be painted brown soon enough, only the bravest men would dare stick their pricks in her, but she didn't need them. She'd get off just fine rubbing shit into the folds of her own pussy, or shoving her fist up her own ass."

Euna's eyes are wide. "And Geoffrey?"

"He loved getting filthy too, but I think he always enjoyed getting his wife filthy more."

"Wait, they were married?"

"Oh yes. Honestly, those two were perfect for each other."

"But she... fucked other people?" She said the word as though afraid someone might overhear her."

"She did. It was part of their show...

He'd invite other people to use his wife, and she'd play the proper noble wife and obey, no matter what he told people she'd do."

"How?" she asks. "Alchemy?"

You nod.

"Would it produce jewels to match?"

"No. No jewels."

"So no seed?"

"Oh, she could cum."

"How does that work?"

"Her alchemy wasn't just an enlargement. It transmuted her clit into a cock."

She frowns. "That... raises so many physiological questions."

"Doesn't it though?"

"And what of her flower?"

"Right where it should be," you say, "just beneath her cock."

"Hmm. So tell me about her."

"Her name was Bogdana, and she was a great alchemist, and quite an attractive woman too—short blonde hair and nice apple-sized breasts. When she performed, she wore nothing but an elaborate circus vest, a top hat, and stockings. It left her neatly trimmed sex fully displayed for her performances."

"And those performances were to grow her own manhood?"

"Right before the audience's eyes. But that was only the start of her performance."

"What sort of depravity would follow up?"

"She'd give a cock to any women in the crowd who wanted one."

"She would grow her cock to absurd proportions."

"She actually figured out how to impregnate women with her cock."

"How's that possible? Surgery?"

"Mostly alchemy and herbs. Within just a few years of joining, you would never tell that Mira was once a man."

"...Except that she had a manhood."

"And quite a manhood she had."

"How was she not just a man who disguised as a woman?"

"In all ways, Mira was a beautiful, busty woman, from her looks to the way she thought. Only difference was she had a cock that could make you faint. And she had her own particularly perverse ways of treating her manhood."

"What was that?"

"She grew her cock and balls to incredible size so she'd have enormous loads of cum."

"She loved to modify her tool with alchemical piercings."

"She enjoyed penetrating her own piss hole."

"She did what?" Euna asks, astonished.

"You heard. Her name was Volga. Tall woman. Very strong. Very domineering. And a great warrior—one of the best of her old tribe. She ended many bandits who thought they could prey on our troupe."

"How?"

"With a spear. She was a master with it. When she fought, it was a dance."

"No. I mean how did she graft a cock to herself?"

"Surgery. And alchemy."

"And it would function?"

"Perfectly. Full sensation. Hardening. Strong seed. It was as though she'd been born with it."

"But... where did it come from?"

"From her favorite stallion."

"From her father."

"From a raider she killed."

"How large?" Euna asks.

Thinking, you hold your hand before you as though holding two apples. "About that. And her shaft was a small club."

"How could she walk?"

"Just fine, actually. Beneath her riding skirt, she had a leather thong especially crafted to provide support. It was like a sling for her jewels. Without it, I think her balls would ache simply from hanging by their own weight."

"And this is what she wanted?"

"She loved it. And when she'd cum, it was like a flood. A solid spray of semen would come with each clutch of her orgasm. And she came often. At our fairs, you'd find her behind the tents, ramming her cock in the snatch of a drunk local girl. She'd spill her seed all over the girls chest and smear it around. Some girls would pay her for a drink. They'd rub Mira off while pointing her cock into a beer stein. I swear she could fill it to the brim, and those girls would share it between them, guzzling cum like drunks with beer."

"Interesting," Euna says. "What other nonsense would she get up to?"

"A stallion? As in... she had an entire... between her legs?"

"She had a horse's plums and cock between them, yes. Massive things they were, although she had the horse's sheath to go with it so it was rather self contained when she wasn't aroused, like a bump on her pubic mound, but when she was aroused, it was an impressive sight—a massive pole of glistening piebald meat. Volga hardly needed to bend over to suck its tip."

"But why her horse's manhood?"

"It might seem strange to you, but she came from a nomadic culture who's livelihood depended on their horses. They had the utmost respect for their beasts. And her horse was the most magnificent beast you'd ever seen. It was a gift from her father when she left her tribe. After it was killed in a raid, this was her way of honoring it."

"So it was cultural," Euna says. "So what sort of depravity would she use it for?"

"Knowing your crowds, I imagine that was many," Euna says.

"If you had a chance to have your own member for a night, are you saying you wouldn't take it?"

"I might, but taking alchemy from a traveling charlatan? I think not."

"These girls didn't mind. They'd line up and raise their skirts. Old or young, ugly or pretty, mother or maiden... it didn't matter. Bogdana applied her trade to all. The stage would be crowded with girls touching one another. And then Bogdana would sit on the edge of the stage and invite them to use their newfound tools upon her as any rough-handling man would."

"A gangbang. That's the right term, yes?"

"It would become one, but it would start slow. One girl might fuck her one-on-one, but the others would get antsy. Your average night might end with Bogdana seated upon the cock of a young farmer's daughter lying beneath her, while the girl's sister fucks Bogdana's pussy. An overweight boyar's wife might be forcing Bogdona's mouth down upon her shaft while two traveling missionaries squeeze Bogdana's fists around their own. And elderly grandmother might be seated on Bogdana's chest with her cock squeezed between her tits, and there was often a filly of a girl so excited that she'd be seated on Bogdana's cock instead of enjoying her own."

"Sounds crowded."

"They were a mass of flesh and limb. But it'd stop eventually. Once each girl would cum, their newfound tools would recede. But after the performace, Bogdana would give cocks to girls for a small fee. Some would go have more sex, but sometimes wives would keep their cocks unspent, so they could go home to their husbands and turn the tables."

"Now that does sound intriguing," Euna says. "So what particularly perverted acts would Bogdana get up to outside of performances?"

"Oh, an orgy of women isn't perverted enough for you?"

"No. I just know your Lilins well enough to know there must be more, so go on. Tell me."

"Her father?" Euna says. "Of all the people, why him?"

"Her father was her old tribe's leader. He was their greatest warrior—strongest, toughest, and most well-endowed. In his time, he'd conquered more villages, ravaged more women, and sired more bastards than anyone else in the tribe's history. His manhood had a history."

"But her own father? That's rather incestuous, don't you think?"

"Her father had the right to plow any woman in the tribe. Don't think that just because Volga was his daughter that she was exempt from that rule. From what I've heard, Volga was his favorite, even among her sisters."

"They slept together?"

"Regularly. Volga loved and respected her father, which is why after he died in battle, she had the Lilin alchemists graft his cock to her, so she could inherit her father's virility and continue sowing his seed to the ends of the earth. I can only imagine how many bastards Volga has sown. So many maidens have fallen for her aggressive courting."

"Strange." Euna presses her hand against her belly, just above her pubic mound.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"I'm just imagining what it would be like if I were to follow in Volga's absurdity."

"...and inherit your own father's staff? It'd be a good choice. I've heard tales about your father's prowess. Not to mention it would fit you perfectly, just as Volga's father's fit her. Same skin tone and hair."

"But I'd be wielding the same manhood that sowed my mother, that sired me and my sister."

"What a noble package it is. Fitting for a tsarivna."

"That's one way to look at it. So what depravity did Volga get up to with her father's cock?"

"How large would she make it?" Euna asks.

"For her performances, I've seen her get it as high as eye level when fully erect, and thick as a pole."

"Was it safe?"

"With her adhoc alchemy? Probably not, but Bogdana never cared about that. She never stopped until she had herself a third leg."

"Seems cumbersome."

"It was. She couldn't walk around without holding it in hand. Mostly, she just stayed on the center platform."

"And do what?"

"Issue her challenge. Twenty rubles to any anyone who could take her girth into themselves and ride her long enough to get her off."

"Did anyone ever succeed?"

"A few women over the years, and once one very interesting man. But usually she was left unsatisfied, and since her alchemy wouldn't wear off until she'd cum, she'd lie back and invite the whole audience to try at once. A crowd would gather. No single person could manage that pole, but a dozen of hand working together could. And there were always the jackasses who used her invitation as an excuse to finger her flower and rose."

"And she tolerated it?"

"Tolerated it? She loved it. Can you imagine having a dozen people working together to get you off? She'd be over the moon with pleasure. And for the grand finish, she'd fountain cum into the air and splatter her audience."

"What a curious thing to do to yourself for the sake of performance."

"She didn't do it just for the show. Bogdana loved having a cock. Privately, she'd get up to even more antics."

"Such as what?"

"Alchemical piecings?" Euna asks. "What on earth are those?"

"They're piercings made from specially-treated metals which bestow properties on flesh. Mostly just around where they're piercing."

"That is fascinating."

"It was. Mira had little barbell piercings running up and down her shaft, and one ring right at her piss hole. They felt amazing when she would have sex with."

"Yes, yes," Euna says impatiently. "I'm sure Mira would have me quivering in utter delight. It would stroke all the right parts of my womanly cavern. But tell me about these alchemical properties. Those sound amazing. What could they do?"

"All sorts of things. But to understand what piercings the Warped Ones would make for her, you must understand what other perversions she liked to get up to."

"Such as what?"

"Oh my," Euna says. "And this created healthy babies?"

"It did. This was Bogdana's alchemical master project. It took her years to figure out. But the children her seed produced were peculiar."

"What was odd about them?"

"They were either girls, or girls with a particular gift between their legs."

"They had a manhood?"

"Yes. A manhood and a flower."

"So they were true hermaphrodites. I've read of those. It's as though her alchemy became permanent in the children. Fascinating." She frowns. "And she couldn't produce a male."

"In all the children Bogdana sired, there was never once a boy. Only a mix of female and hermaphrodites."

"And just how many children did she have?"

"Only the Lord knows. Bogdana would transmute herself a cock before an audience and invite any woman to enjoy a ride. Maidens and mothers alike would spear themselves on her tool, but Bogdana would... eh... neglect to mention her alchemical breakthrough."

"So she sired bastards on unwitting women..."

"On the trip to the capital before I joined your Father, I remember a woman storming into our performers' tents with a young girl in tow and demanding to see Bogdana. You could already see Bogdana's eyes in the young scamp, but the mother lifted the girl's frock to reveal a tackle. There was no doubt."

"What did Bogdana do?"

"Nothing. The woman never found her. All our revisited towns would have scorned women with swollen bellies or with babes sucking at their nipple, all demanding to see Bogdana... or other troupe members. They wouldn't find them though."

"Why not?"

"We're masters of misdirection, Your Highness." You hold up your fork. With a twirl of your hand, the fork is gone. "I'm sorry, my lady, but the person your looking for is no longer with the troupe."

Euna huffs. "Well, you all were a right bunch of scoundrels."

"Quite so."

"So Bogdana went around the tsardom impregnating poor women for her amusement?"

"It wasn't just for her amusement. It was to spread her alchemy to test her theories her progeny. She believed that if a hermaphrodite impregnates a woman, they sire a girl or another hermaphrodite. But if a hermaphrodite is impregnated by a male, she produces a male or a hermaphrodite."

Euna says. "Was she right?"

"We'll know in time. Bogdana's children are coming of age as we speak. Perhaps the hermaphrodite will become a common site in the tsardom once again."

"Again?" Euna is thoughtful. "Oh right. The books do speak of them as though they were once common place. I wonder what happened."

"The Nimic inquisition."

"Oh... Right..." Guilt flashes over her. "Tell me more about Bogdana. What other unscrupulous deviancy did she get up to with her magical rod?"

"Why from them?"

"The way she saw it, by defeating them in combat, their manhoods were forfeit to her to do with as she liked. The one she picked came from a raider leader she killed who had skirmished the troupe as we'd traveled a canyon highway. That man had been a brute, and he'd had an impressive cock with hefty jewels that fit her well. Although he had been a foreigner from lands far to the south. His cock was coal black. It clashed with Volga's olive skin."

"She didn't care about that?" Euna asks.

"If anything, she loved showing it off. The riding skirts she wore never covered its length. When she grew hard, she might as well not have a skirt at all. For her, that cock was another spear for her to impale people with."

"And what would she do with this spear?"

"Her urethra?" Euna asked. "If she wanted to be penetrated, I'd have thought she'd indulge in anal sodomy."

"She did that too, but she also loved to slide long rods into her hard cock, and she'd use thicker rods as she warmed up."

"It's a rather tiny hole to stretch," Euna said. "I can't imagine it's an erogenous zone."

"Maybe not to you. She loved it when someone wormed a finger into her cock. When girls would suck her, they'd narrow their tongues and stab them down the slit. But what she really loved to do was to play with her bracelets of beads. Her favorite had beads the size of grapes."

"And those fit?"

"Mira would push them in one after another. She'd have little bulges running down the underside of her shaft. The other girls loved the feel of it when Mira would have sex with them. Very orgasmic, they'd say."

"But what would happen if Mira climaxed?"

"Her groin would tighten, but fluid couldn't escape. All her ecstasy would stay pent up. Until afterward, she'd pull the beads out, and a deluge would follow."

"I can imagine. Did she get up to anything else with this cock of hers?"

Euna wrinkles her nose. "Why?"

"It was part of her culture," you say. "Her people never washed. They took pride in their natural musk. For Volga, the only washing she ever got was if it rained while she was riding her horse. And for all the sex she had, her manhood became especially unclean, moreso even than the cocks of most horses."

"Mira was a pervert through and through. She loved her own stench. If she ever washed her genitals, it was with the mouth of some poor girl."

"Couldn't such poor hygiene cause her piercings to get infected?"

"Constantly, but the alchemical properties of some of her piercings helped keep those infections from becoming anything more than a nuisance. They might be red and leak pus, but they were never dangerous."

Euna wrinkles her nose. "So she used them to make herself even more revolting."

"Not just that. She had other piercings too. One made her sweat more. Another made her cum stickier and more powerful. And another made her musk cause others to swoon with arousal, like mare in estrus."

"Must have been pungent."

"The smell was the first thing you'd notice. It was the stench of all the old sweat, and encrusted cum, and the smegma that built up along her crown. And then there was the caked scum of whatever girl's she'd recently fucked."

Euna says. "So there were women who'd let her touch them with that thing?"

"VolgaMira would make bets with people that they couldn't get her off. The moment they saw her filthy package, they'd pay up. But not everyone backed down. Once, a farmer took her bet. She revealed her massive, grimy horse cock. It was particularly odorous after a long day of travel through a humid swamp."

"The farmer got her off?"

"Of course not. The farmer then wanted nothing to do with it, so it was up to his wife to save their money. She first started with her hands, hoping she could get Mira off without having to resort to more intimate methods, but then the enhanced smell of Mira's sweaty equipment started getting to her head. Before she knew it, her skirt was up, and she was rubbing her sex up and down Mira's organ, feeling each of those piercings on her clit. Her sex collect so much the filth and pus and detritus. But When that wasn't enough, down she went, taking all of Mira inside of her. That wife came long before Mira did."

"She sounds like she was entranced."

"She was. Mira almost had her under a spell, she only needed a little more push. So she offered the farmer double or nothing that his wife couldn't get her off using just her mouth. The farmer agreed immediately. The wife's rational mind knew she should put no part of that disgusting pole near her mouth."

"But now she had a bet to win for her greedy husband."

"Exactly. And while she was reluctant at first, having her nosed buried in that sweaty sack took over her mind. She savored the gunk encrusted to Mira's balls, and the pus oozing from her piercings, and the smegma caked under her skin. All the while she played with her own defiled pussy."

"Sounds like she broke."

"In a way she did. And when she was rewarded with ropes of gooey, stinking cum over her face, the farmer cheered. He was thinking of the money he'd just won, and not of the wife he'd just lost."

"Lost?"

"While he went about the circus spending his winnings on drink and women, his wife would sneak away to pray at the altar of Mira's cock. We left that town. But a year later we came through the region again. You'll never guess who we picked up as a circus girl."

"Maybe for the best," Euna says. "Her husband sounds like a drunken lout. Are there other ways a woman can be endowed?"

"Of course not. The farmer then wanted nothing to do with it, so it was up to his wife to save their money. And with the massive tool she faced, she had no choice but to use her mouth. Her attempt was spectacular. She tongued away scum from under the crown, lapped up congealed juices from the balls, and licked every fleck of detritus from the shaft."

"Sounds like she was enjoying herself."

"Maybe, or maybe she knew just how little her husband could afford to lose that money. It took her ages before VolgaMira finally erupted. Her horse cock doused the woman's face and chest thoroughly, and since the wife didn't have a change of clothes, she spent the rest of the trip with her dress crusty with cum. She held the poor woman down on her cock and fired so much thick, stinking cum down her throat that her belly was swollen like that of an expecting mother. VolgaMira says it was the best two-hundred rubles she ever lost."

"Of course not. The farmer then wanted nothing to do with it, so it was up to his wife to save their money. She dropped her dress and took VolgaMira's cock into her ass."

"Straight to sodomy?" Euna asks.

"'A filthy hole for a filthy tool', she'd said. The wife soon had a load of cum in her bowels for her efforts. VolgaMira didn't want to pay up, so she offered double or nothing that the wife couldn't get her off vaginally. The man accepted without a thought, and once again the wife needed to cover for her greedy husband. Who knows how much of VolgaMira's cock gunk got lost inside her nethers?"

"And this was right after anal sex," Euna adds.

"That's right. And all that accumulated brown filth got mixed into the woman's juices."

"Pleasant..."

"Afterward, VolgaMira still didn't want to pay up, so double or nothing again: could they get her off through oral alone? Again, the husband was blinded by the money. He agreed before the wife could say one word. But you can guess which of them went down on VolgaMira."

"The poor woman."

"She took a hell of a lot of convincing. Her own holes were already dripping with rancid filth, and now she had to take that crud-covered pole in her mouth. But her performance was spectacular. She tongued away scum from under the crown, sucked congealed juices from her balls, and finally took VolgaMira down her throat."

"Sounds like she was enjoying herself."

"Or maybe she realized that VolgaMira had just climaxed twice already, and anything short of her best would fail. As it was, it took her ages until VolgaMira finally fired another load of cum down her throat. VolgaMira says it was the best two-hundred rubles she ever lost."

"I hope the wife got to keep the money."

"From what I heard, the husband spent every last coin on gambling and booze before they left the circus."

"Hmm. Awful man," Euna says. "Enough of VolgaMira. Are there other ways a woman can be endowed?"

"You don't mean..."

"I do. I spied her many times with the troupe's horses. Unlike human women, mares could actually take her massive tool inside of themselves. Most of it anyway. She'd be cradling a mare from behind as she worked her cock deep into the horse's pussy. It'd be left dripping with her leavings."

"Was it much seed?" Euna asks.

"Always, and afterward, she'd kneel down and lick clean the cum seeping from the horse's folds."

"I'd expect no less from a Lilin."

"You don't know the half of it. Sometimes, she'd sodomize the horses instead, especially the stallions. And don't think she didn't clean the ass afterward. She'd lick clean every dribble of pearly cum and suck out as much as she could."

So she was a beast-lover as well as an alchemist."

"Oh, I'm not finished. After she had her way with the mares, she'd turn the tables and apply her alchemy to the mare's clit."

"The mare would grow a tackle?"

"A proud horse cock as any stallion would sport."

"And would she do with it?"

"Exactly what you're thinking. She'd get under the horse and take that cock deep within her well-practiced pussy. Her moans were so lovely. Sometimes she knelt under the horses and showed their cocks tenderness between her breasts. She'd bathe in their cum."

"Was it only the mares? No stallions?"

"If she was particularly thirsty for cum, she'd take whatever horse was available, mare or stallion. Their cocks all felt the same to her. And their cum filled her belly just as well."

"So she had a perversion for beasts as well as her strange alchemical ways. I see..."

"This wasn't just about her being a beast lover," you say. "She was, but she did this to impregnate the horses. She was testing her alchemy."

"What on earth would such a union produce?"

"Horses. Apparently there are tried and true alchemical ways to impregnate other species. But she used these tricks to test her own alchemy of impregnating women with her false cock."

"Did it work?"

"It did. The Prowling Lilins are host to an entire stable of horses which are nearly all mares, though half the mares have a cock."

"So her bestial sodomy was all in the name of research."

"Maybe. I'm not sure what Bogdana was researching when she'd lick the seed dripping from the horses' sex."

"Clearly, she has a passion for bodily fluids," Euna says.

"Just like any alchemist would," you reply.

"Sounds tender, considering how you described the woman."

"Volga was a rough woman. When she fucked another, she treated them like a hole for her to dump her seed, nothing more. But she was different with the horses. With mares, she was tender when she fucked them. With stallions, she would lay on her back upon hay and take the their cocks deep within her womanhood. The horses would hump her, and her own cock would drip seed upon her chest. It was still love."

"She must have felt quite natural for the mares, since the staff she wielded was of a horse."

"Not only that, she fathered many of the horses in our troupe?"

"How is that possible?"

"She had a horse's tackle. That's how, and what fine horses they were. Her beloved stallion had been a prize winner. And she was quite proud to spread her horse's progeny as much as possible."

"So she was a mother of horses."

"Quite so. She delivered them, and cared for them as her children."

"I see," Euna says. "How else can a woman have a cock?"

"You mentioned it before," she says, "but how."

"Depends on the person," you reply.

"Oh? There are various ways?"

"Of course, and each way has its own results."

"So what methods did the Warped Ones use" she asks.

"Let's see..." you say.

"Just like her?" Euna says. "You mean Mira's mother had a staff and jewels just as Mira did?"

"That's right. Mira's mother was one of the greatest Lilin alchemists, and was the first to transform herself into a woman years ago."

"But doesn't that mean she's actually Mira's father? And that her mother was some other woman?"

"Logically, yes. But she never told us who the real mother was. We always knew her mom as her mom. And she was the alchemist who helped transmute Mira, so in that respect, she rebirthed her daughter."

"You mean Bogdana's mother would grow her own staff like her daughter?"

"She was growing cocks long before giving birth to Bogdana. She was one of the first alchemists to ever travel with the Lilins. Bogdana was her most apt student."

"Did MiraBogdana's mother take part in her acts?"

"It was her act for decades before MiraBogdana took over. But the years caught up with her, and she wasn't as spry as she once was, so she focused on her alchemy. But she'd still partake in her daughter's acts from time to time. She was a beautiful, sultry woman who could captivate an audience with her cock. And the sexual performances she and MiraBogdana would do together were some of the most erotic acts you've ever seen."

"Of course they slept together," Euna says. "In private too, I presume?"

"And what perverted sex they'd have. Mira's mother would indulge her daughter's passion for urethral penetration. During late night dalliances about the campfire, she'd be crouched over her daughter and ramming two fingers down Mira's cock while Mira tongued her ass. If they were particularly drunk, they would line themselves up, and she would force her cock down her daughter's own."

"No," Euna says. "Impossible."

"I saw it myself. Her mother's rod was quite a bit smaller than Mira's, which helped. They took different alchemy, I suppose."

"But still, It wouldn't possibly fit."

"I didn't say it was an easy fit. Mira would squirm and whimper right up until her mother was buried to the hilt. And she'd be in tears while her mother fucked her piss hole. But after her mother pumped her full of seed, they'd collapse together in the sweetest cuddle. Mira would later piss out her mother's cum, often into her mother's ass."

"All the time. And I think Mira's mother drank more of Mira's copious cum than everyone else combined. Day and night, nearly every free moment those two had, Mira's mother would be on her knees sucking another drink from her daughter. In the mornings, Mira would climb onto her mother's cot, kneel over her head, and wake her with a salty breakfast."

"Of course they were. What kind of Lilin family would they be if they weren't."

"Naturally... But what does this have to do with Mira's alchemical piercings?"

"Mira's mother was the one who created them, and she tested her new creations on her daughter."

"What kind of effects were they?"

"All sorts. I remember one month her mother was trying to make a genital piercing that would make orgasms more powerful. She'd pierce her daughter's cock and suck her off. When it wouldn't work, another piercing would go on, and another blowjob. Mira's equipment had hardly a spot of skin to spare once her mother figured it out. Then an entire week went by where they fucked each other nonstop. Their cocks and asses were sore beyond reason."

"Hmm. I would quite like a piercing like that, I think."

"She sold them thereafter, just as she sold ones that make your cum taste better or make you cum more, or increase your fertility, or decrease it, or make it so that you could only climax with a particular person."

"Ooh," Euna says. "That one could be useful."

"That one became a mainstay on Mira's cock. Her mother let her fuck whoever she wanted, as much as she wanted, and she'd be within a breath of climax for hours. But the only time she could fire off was inside her sweet mother's ass or mouth."

"Hmm, that's rather controlling of her."

"But then her mother has the same piercing for herself keyed to Mira. Their cum was only for each other."

"Of course they did. Bogdana's mother was a warped one. She was one of the few who could take her girth after she'd grown her cock to ridiculous size. After Bogdana's show, if the crowd had not succeeded in getting her off, dear sweet mother would help. Bogdana would lie on the earth, and her mother would stand over her enormous tool and sink down. All the way until their muffs pressed together?"

"How?" Euna asks. "Even with the most elastic skin in the world, there's no room. You said Bogdana's cock reached eye level."

"Her mother would have a bulge in her belly that extended up past her breasts."

Euna gauges this with her hands before her own chest. "My. That woman must have godawful stretch marks."

"Many mother's do. She punished her own body to help her daughter."

"Of course. They were as close as family could be."

"Wait," Euna says. "Did her mother give birth to Bogdana, or was Bogdana a product of the alchemy."

"A natural birth. Remember, it was Bogdana who discovered how to make her cum fertile."

"Oh, right."

"But, Bogdana and her mother were the first parents to this new gender. When we first saw Bogdana's swelling belly, we all assumed she'd got knocked up by any of a whole host of candidates, but after a long labor in the healer's tent, Bogdana emerged with a beautiful baby girl suckling at her teat. Her name was Daryna, and between her legs was a tiny little surprise. She was Bogdana's proudest creation for many reasons."

"And Bogdana's mother was the father?"

"She was. They were raising that child together."

"Among the Lilins? That hardly seems like an appropriate place to raise a child."

"It most certainly isn't. That special little girl is in for a raunchy life. Daryna was eight when I left. Bogdana and her mother were already teaching her alchemy. I'm sure in a few years, they'll be teaching her other things... if Daryna isn't already learning. Maybe in time, she'll have a performance just like Bogdana's. Or maybe they'll have a three-generation act."

"Oh yes. You could hear the moans from their tent on many nights. While both dallied with many fellow Lilins, those two would find each other on late nights when the drinks flowed. They'd be curled together, hands exploring each other's bodies, lips wrapped about each other's cocks."

"How sweet."

"...and sometimes Bogdana's mother would sit on her face and offer free cocks to all the ladies, so long as they use it to hammer her daughter's holes."

"Even sweeter."

"Isn't it though?"

"Another loving family," Euna says. "I should stop listening to these stories. The incestuous coupling hardly shocks me anymore. Are there any other ways a girl can have her own pole?"

"Refractory period?" Eun asks. "Are you referring to a man's loss of sensation after copulation?"

"A woman's in this case."

"How?"

"It was a side-effect of the grafting process. Volga wouldn't lose any arousal after climaxing, not that she was complaining."

"It took a few of her piercings to get this. Two piercings increased her sex drive. Another kept her forever hard. And another to keep her balls constantly churning cum. The result was that Mira always had a pole under her skirt. It constantly dribbled precum. It'd run down the shaft and drip, even when she was just going about her day."

"And when she was engaged in sex?"

"Then it was like a fountain. With her enhanced sex drive, She couldn't go more than an hour without wanting release. You'd often find her watching our fellow troupe members perform while she shamelessly pumped her own cock. Spurt after spurt after spurt. It'd flow down her clenched fingers and lake under her balls, and she'd do this for hours. Never softening. Never tiring."

"She sounds messy."

"She was. She left pools everywhere. But stroking herself was only something she didn't have someone to fuck."

"Alchemy. As part of her transformation, Mira used many extra tonics to customize herself. She increased the size of her jewels, but as a side-effect, they were constantly churning up more cum. Not only did she have no refractory, but she couldn't go more than a few hours before her prostate ached for release, She increased her sex drive, but as a side-effect, she wouldn't lose any arousal after climaxing, not that she was complaining."

"Of course," Euna replies.

"She was popular with the circus girls. Sex with VolgaMira would last hours. Her cock would be erupting more often than not, and the cum would be running rivers down their legs. They'd be lying in a lake. But the girls would be satisfied."

"And sore."

"Sure. I remember there was a tiny waif of a whore who particularly enjoyed VolgaMira's longevity. You wouldn't think such a small girl could take such an endless pounding, but she did, frequently. When the troupe would travel, that girl would often ride in the saddle with VolgaMira. In front of course, with VolgaMira's cock buried in her ass. We'd ride for hours. The whore would be standing in the stirrups, letting the rocking of the horse's gait do all the work. It was a slow long fuck. With Mira's near constant spraying of cum, that whore's belly would be swollen by the trip's end. A sludge of cum would be running down the saddle by the trip's end.

"Messy," Euna says. "Are there any other ways a girl can have a cock?"

"The circus girls in particular would have their fun. They could vent their frustrations after a week of tough johns. And vent they certainly would."

"What would they do?"

"They loved to tie Bogdana up, and then fasten a cord around the base of Bogdana's cock. It'd swell up and turn dark. Any whipping and paddling hurt so much more. But the real reason they'd do that is so she couldn't cum. Because if she were to fire her seed, the alchemy would wear off. Then the real fun might start."

"How so?"

"The girls would steal her alchemy and start applying it to each other so they all had cocks of their own. Then they'd gangbang Bogdana every which way. She'd have all three holes filled, and often a girl riding her cock as well."

"That doesn't sound so torturous."

"It is when you're not able to ejaculate. Climaxes would wash over Bogdana. Each time, her cock would throb, her groin would squeeze, but nothing could come out the end. She'd never get release. She only got chafed and raw. By morning, she was a sticky mess of all the girl's seed, and usually with a worn-down unspent cock. Not the girls though. They got release, sometimes over and over."

"Poor Bogdana."

"They'd take her alchemy and start injecting even more of her tonic into her dick."

"It was injected?"

"Yes. Every one of her cocks involved a needle to her clit. It hurt all the more when her dick was swollen and tender. Each time they'd stab her with her own syringes, her cock would lurch and grow. You'd wince to look at it."

"It'd wear off eventually, right?"

"Once she came, yes. At the end of the night, they'd unfasten the cord. But by then she'd be be passed out. So they'd leave her until morning. Then it'd take all the warped ones working together."

"Hand jobs again?"

"There was one girl who could still take Bogdana's cock inside her, though it took a crew to slide her onto it. She was little more than a sleeve. And the troupe would work together sliding the girl up and down. When Bogdana finally came, her cum could have filled a trough."

"Sounds like an ordeal."

Every girl would straddle poor Bogdana and sink her abused cock into their snatches and ride her as roughly as they wanted. It must have been excruciating. Every orgasm was choked and painful. Afterward, they'd undo the cord from her cock, but they'd leave her tied up. Bruised and denied, she'd have to go the entire night without release."

"I hope her poor, abused button wasn't too damaged."

"The circus girls in particular would have their fun. Mira's massive balls provided ample opportunity for them to vent their frustrations after a week of tough johns. And vent they certainly would."

"What would they do?"

They'd tie Mira wrists and ankles, and pin her to the ground, naked and spread eagle. Her cock would be pointed up. Her enormous balls would be resting in the dirt. Then they'd fasten a cord about the base of her cock and balls so they'd swell up and turn purple. All the abuse hurt so much more then, but the real reason was so she couldn't cum. Each time she would, the cord would dam her seed inside herself."

"Sounds unpleasant."

"Maybe. The girls delighted in watching her squirm though. They'd take turns squating down upon her tool and take Mira for a bouncy ride. Others would amuse themselves in other ways, normally by kicking or stomping on Mira's balls."

"How long would this go on?"

"All night. By morning, her jewels would be a sad sight, all choked and bruised. And then the girls would undo the cord and let her cum. Sometimes Mira was so on edge, it didn't even take any stimulation at all. She'd erupt a fountain of cum straight up. It would rain down upon herself and make an utter mess. I swear I once saw her fire cum clear across the campsite."

"It must have been quite a release," Euna says.

"The circus girls in particular would have their fun. They could vent their frustrations after a week of tough johns. And vent they certainly would."

"What would they do?"

"First, they'd tie her down, spread eagle, with her cock pointed straight up, then they'd take turns seeing what they could force down her urethra. A favorite of the troupe was to push stones down her piss hole."

"You're not talking about smooth round stones, are you?"

"As though they'd be so merciful. They used whatever jagged gravel was laying about the campsite. They'd press pebbles into Mira's hole, and it force them down using the handle of a tin spoon. Mira would thrash with each stone forced into her, but the girls wouldn't stop until there was a line of bumps running down the underside of Mira's dick."

"How would they get them back out? They did, didn't they?"

"The girls would mount Mira and fuck her until she orgasmed. Her pent-fluids would push against the pebbles inside her."

"Surely, that wasn't enough," Euna says.

"It never was. Her orgasms were just painful denials. Eventually, after a night of trying, the girls would get the stones out by squeezing Mira's cock the way one squeezes a funnel of icing."

"That sounds immeasurably painful."

"And what did that have to do with her piercings?"

"The Warped Ones made her get several relevant barbells along her shaft. One promoted healing and recovery. Another transmuted the pain she suffered to her genitals into something... stimulating."

"So she felt pleasure rather than pain?"

"In a way. She still most certainly felt pain, but the pain stimulated the sexual beast within her. It was pleasurable, and she could get off on this transmuted pain, but it was still intense, especially since another piercing made her genitals all the more sensitive."

"Sounds like they were trying to turn her into a masochist.

"Then they succeeded. Nothing was too extreme for Mira. Her manhood saw constant beating, crushing, kicking, or squeezing."

"What was the worst you've seen?"

"Once a smithy allowed us to stay overnight in his field. His workshop was filled with tools, and his daughter was filled with ideas. That night, after everyone got drunk, we told her about Mira. She had us drag the girl in to the workshop, tie her up, and sit her on the anvil. The smithy's daughter used her father's vice to clamp Mira's balls to the anvil's surface. They looked like squeezed grapes, and any move she'd make would pull her sack."

"This daughter sounds like a natural born sadist."

You nod. "Next, she heated an iron rod in the furnace. Once it was near glowing hot, she held it within a hair's width from Mira's hard erection. Mira would flinch away, but the vice would yank her back, and she'd slap her cock against the rod. Again and again they did this. Mira's screams filled the night. And her cum arced across the workshop."

"She got off on the pain alone?"

"She did. And once she hardened again, the daughter had her own fun. She mounted Mira and rode her to climax. Between Mira's clamped balls and striped cock, I can only imagine how painful that spirited ride was."

"I don't see how Mira's manhood could have survived," Euna says.

"Yes, well, she always needed the healers after those nights. So these nights weren't too frequent."

"I should hope not. Are there any other ways a girl can have their own tackle?"

"Her preferred prey were raiders," you say.

"Raiders?"

"Yes. Usually right on the battlefield. When the troupe was attacked, she'd fight like a lion. It didn't matter who—bandits, raiders, wildlings, even soldiers from opposing kingdoms. All fell. The ones alive at the end became her true prey. She would be feral with adrenaline, her body spattered with the blood and offal. Her cock would be rock hard."

"What would she do?"

"She'd pin them down in the mud, rip off their clothes, and take them right where everyone could see. They'd scream as she pulverized their assholes. Her cock was often only lubricated with her enemies' blood and her own dribbling precum. Sometimes she'd make them fuck her with their cocks. She still had a pussy after all. Other times, she force her cock down their throats until she came straight into their stomachs."

"They wouldn't bite her her?"

"They wouldn't dare. The last people alive were the cravens who held back. Maybe she picked them as a punishment for that, but often they were so concerned with wanting to live that they'd let Volga do whatever she wanted to them."

"This seems cruel."

"Volga had a vicious side, but remember, these raiders were trying to take advantage of us. If they had succeeded, they'd have raped our women just the same."

"Does that make it right?"

"No. But it makes it what happened. Volga was a guardian to all she deemed innocent. Don't threaten those she protects, or she'll consider your body forfeit."

"Did she kill her victims afterward?"

"Sometimes her huge horse cock could tear them so badly, they'd bleed out. But sometimes they could take it. "Often they'd suffocated from her cock or bleed out from other injuries. But sometimes she kept them. They'd then become her pet, and she'd use them as she wished, and eventually set them free once they were properly humbled. Once, one girl from a tribal raiding party became one of Volga's pets. After Volga cut her loose, she'd been with us long enough that she chose to stay as a circus girl."

"She became a prostitute?"

"Volga used to joke that she'd taught the girl her true calling."

"I'd think it'd be awful to live around the woman who'd raped her."

"Maybe she just didn't have anywhere else to go, or maybe she grew to like it."

"Hmm." Euna seems troubled. "I'm not sure what I think about this Volga. Tell me about other ways a girl can be equipped."

"Her usual prey were the circus girls," you say.

"Did she force herself upon them?"

"I wouldn't say that, but there was certainly a forcefulness to her. She was like a predator, especially among the circus girls. If she cornered them, she had them."

"Could they even take such a massive member?"

"Some could, but there were also women among the Warped Ones capable of taking her tool to the hilt."

"And for that, she would have her way with them?"

"They would let her. Lock and key. When you can take a large cock, you tend to seek them out since they're the only thing to properly fill you."

"She doesn't sound particularly nice."

"I think most circus girls let themselves get cornered."

"So it was a game?"

"Like sheeps and wolves. Girls would be prayed upon. They might be seen talking with Bogdana one night. You'd be sure to find that girl passed out in the far field the next morning, clothes tattered, pussy leaking with cum. Like a sheep, they'd been devoured."

"And how many of these devoured sheep grew heavy with child?" she asks.

"The circus girls were on tonics to prevent pregnancy, but if you ever brought a daughter to the circus, keep a close eye on her. If you see her growing frisky with an attractive blonde with a top hat, pull her away, or you're likely to become a grandmother."

"I don't think I'd take any daughter of mine to the Lilins," Euna says.

"No? Then your daughter might sneak out at night and come by herself."

"Hmm. You're right. I guess I would take my daughter, to watch over her. If I saw Bogdana, I'd have to seduce her myself. And suck the seed from her rod before she could ever have a chance to quicken my daughter's womb."

"When Bogdana was on the prowl, she aimed for the quim."

"Then I'd take her in mine, and perhaps my daughter will have a little sister."

"How selfless of you."

"A mother sacrifices for her children. Are there any other ways a girl can be equipped?"

"So long as the girl was playing the game too."

"I can't say for sure that they were."

"Hmm. Are there any other ways a girl can be equipped?"

"My father?" Euna frowns. "Remind me, how this went?"

"I think you were looking for your sister. There they were in his solar. He had her pinned beneath him, and he was plowing her like a common whore."

Euna regards you. It seems this game has already gone a step too far for her, but then, "Ah yes. How could I forget. My father was cross with me for barging in on him."

"That's right," you say. "What did he do about it."

"I tried to leave, but he ordered me to stay. He decided that if I had no respect for his privacy, then I might as well watch him rut my sister."

"What did Aileen think of this?"

"She could have died with embarrassment. I don't think she wanted me to know about this relationship she had with our father."

"You were a bit of a prude back then."

"I was. And I think my father was trying to work that out of me, especially since after he finished, he ordered me to clean my sister."

"What did you do?"

"I got between her legs and bathed her with my tongue. I sucked what seed I could from her nethers."

"I like it."

"So did my father, for I felt him lifting my frock, and just like that, he took me just as he took Aileen. I kept my tongue working upon my sister until he'd had his way with me."

"I'm surprised you would submit to your father like that. You're one normally to take charge."

"Normally I am, but my father is the tsar. All within Ruthgar is his to do with as he pleases, including his daughters. When I become the tsaritsa, all will belong to me to do with as I please, In the meantime, as tsarivna, it is my duty to obey him."

"As a proper tsarivna should."

"Yes. But he has still been grooming me to take the throne. That's why to make sure I could properly wield authority, he had me do things to my poor sister, though I gladly did them."

"What did you do?"

"How obedient."

"Of course. My father raised two properly behaved daughters. It is our duty to do whatever our father and tsar demands of us."

"As a proper tsarivna should."

"Though he decided to test my obedience. My father told Aileen that she could do whatever nasty things she wanted to me, just so long as he could watch. I gladly submitted myself to my sister's twisted ploys."

"What did she do?"

"You were drawn by the moans and grunts," you add. "You found Aileen bent over a scrubbing table, breasts against the filthy surface. Her skirt about her waist. Men were taking turns rutting her like a sow. Do you remember?"

"Ah. Right." She says. "I do recall. My chamber maid had not prepared my bath, and I'd gone looking for her."

"You were quite vexed," you say. "And what did you do when you found your sister like that?"

"I... I spied on her."

"That's all?"

"No." A devious smile comes over her. "I was in such an angry mood. I decided that if my sister was going to be the palace tramp, she might as well go all the way. I fetched a dozen guards from the barracks. She tried to get away when I ordered them to seize her, and then I told them to ravage her as they will."

"How devious of you."

"Of course, I couldn't help myself. I laid beside my sister and insisted the men fuck me as well. To make it interesting, I told my dear sister that if she didn't pleasure more men than I did come morning, I would punish her. She was the harlot after all. What kind of harlot would she be if she could lose to her prim and proper sister?"

"Who won?"

"I did, of course."

"You are a greater harlot than Aileen?"

"I might have cheated. When I felt greedy, I'd order the men ravaging Aileen to finish in me. They obviously counted toward my tally."

"And what was the final tally?"

"I don't know. In the morning, I just decided that I'd won."

"Ooh. That's downright wicked. How did you punish Aileen?"

"At first." A devious smile comes over her. She's catching on. "But then they spotted me."

"Oh no!"

"I tried to get away, but they overpowered me. They knew I'd tell my father if given the chance. You know how I was."

"Of course. What did they do?"

"They decided the best way to keep me silent was to have me share in my sister's shame. So they dragged me laid me atop Aileen and took turns ravaging us."

"The scoundrels!"

"But then they decided to call more of the staff, so everyone was complicit. And who would believe my claim that the entire staff ravaged me? Everyone would think I was just being my usual prudish self."

"How long did it go on?"

"All night. They made us compete against each other. They'd punish whichever of us pleasured fewer men. Aileen was delighted by the idea. I didn't get a say in the matter, but we both used all our tricks and wiles to win. Neither of us wanted to suffer the torture they promised.

"Who won?"

"She did, of course. Do you think I'm as great a harlot as she is? And they decided she should get to decided what to do with me."

"Which was?"

"Another story tonight?" you ask.

"I'd like that," she replies.

"Let's see then..." You think back. "One time, long before I met your father. I was—"

"Actually," she says. "Do you know any more stories about Aileen?"

"Aileen?" You consider. "I can't think of one at the moment."

"Oh, come now. Surely you must have more. Tell me about something naughty my dear Aileen has done."

"Why are you so interested? I could tell you a hundred naughty stories about all manner of strange people, yet you focus on your sister."

"Because I'm a harlot like her now, and I want to know how I fair against her.

"...Or you've grown an interest in her."

"I know what you're implying. Don't be daft."

"I've got an idea," you say. "Why don't you tell me a story about your sister?"

"A lurid story? You know I don't have any."

"I didn't say it has to be real." You lean back. "Tell me about the time you were walking the palace halls late one night, and you stumbled upon your sister having sex."

Euna seems a little bemused. "I... where? With whom?"

"With your father. In his chambers."

"In the scullery, with half a dozen servants."

"They actually mutilated their own bodies?" she asks.

"In ways you couldn't imagine. They were dedicated to it."

"All for their acts? What about their life outside of the their performances?"

"They didn't warp themselves for their acts," you explain. "They warped themselves because that's what they wanted to be. The tattoos and piercings were their own way of decorating themselves. It became their self image. And the men and women who stretched themselves did so often because they loved taking larger phalluses into themselves."

"Oh, that kind of stretching," Euna says.

"They did the other kind of stretching too, but yes, for many it was sexual. And they accepted one another, even encouraged one another to push their boundaries. Their acts were just a way of making money from their passion." You pause. "Well, for some they were exhibitionists."

"And none of them ever regretted warping themselves like that?"

"If any did, I never knew about it."

"So odd. What other ways did they change themselves."

"In ways you can't even imagine. Some had so many piercings that you'd think they were more metal than skin."

"And they enjoyed piercing rather unseemly parts of their bodies?" she asked.

"Oh, so you can imagine it."

"I think I'm getting the idea. Were the tattoos lewd?"

"Like you wouldn't believe. As were all the more elaborate body modifications."

"I'm sensing a theme."

"Yes, the Warped ones were a sexual lot. They blurred the lines between genders, or they changed their sexuality in entirely novel ways."

"Such as what?"

"They were master alchemists and surgeons. Some warped themselves to be more like animals. Some simply became more alien. I remember a group of women who enjoyed warping their own breasts in strange ways. I'd be here all night just listing the ways those women did just that, and the Warped Ones did everything. They made up nearly half of the entire Prowling Lilins."

"So many people dedicated to deforming their own bodies..." she says.

"What do you think?" you ask.

I think I like my own body the way it is."

"Most do, to start," you say. "But then they'll see a tattoo they find sexy. Or a sexual practice that sticks in their mind. The idea will sprout and grow, and they'll try something new, maybe a piercing. Something small, but they'll want more. And it snowballs from there. Maybe you just haven't found your seed yet."

"I doubt I will. But enough of them. Tell me more about the other groups."

"Sounds messy."

"It was," you admit. "Their names were Duke Geoffrey Van Dinglebush and Duchess Daisy Bandysnatch."

"Silly names," Euna says.

"Silly acts. The idea was people got to let off steam by knocking a pair of royals down a notch. Of course it was all part of the play."

"What actually happened at their performances?"

"It would start with both of them coming out. Geoffrey would be in a fine gentleman's suit. Daisy would wear the frilliest dress you can imagine, a cumbersome bell skirt and everything. At first, they'll just stroll around the stage sticking their noses up at all the other burlesque performances. Geoffrey might shield Daisy's eyes. Daisy might say something about proper sensibilities. They would be absolute prudes.

"Then another performer would get 'angry' and tear a piece of Daisy's clothing off, or maybe throw a cow pie at them. Geoffrey and Daisy would be absolutely aghast. And of course more would follow. All the performers would ridicule the two until the audience joined in. Everyone would pelt the two with mud, manure, food... anything. By the end, their fineries would be in shambles, and they'd be buried beneath a foul mess.

"The two would try to retreat, but they'd make such a mess of it. Geoffrey might face plant into muck. Daisy would always get her skirt torn up. She'd often pratfall on something particularly nasty and always pout and cry. By the time they'd finally make their getaway, the two were little more than buffoons."

"And this was entertainment?" Euna asks.

"A popular one. The audiences would go wild."

"And Geoffrey and Daisy... they enjoyed this as well?"

"Absolutely. Those two loved a good mess. By the end of the night they would be wallowing in filth and stinking to the heavens."

"Did they have other acts?"

"Of course. They were all messy. Sometimes the Royal Farces were the butt of a prank performance which ended in a mess. When we put on plays, they played the obnoxious nobles who'd get their messy comeuppance by the end. Sometimes they sullied themselves in their own buffoonery. And I haven't even mentioned their more risqué acts."

"More risqué than getting pelted with waste?"

"Like everyone at the Lilins, they had their sexual acts too."

"And they were messy too?"

"Messier."

"Of course they were. I take it this obsession with filthiness was a perversion of theirs."

"Yes. Some people like to get dirty."

"And am I correct in assuming these sexual performances were decidedly fecal?"

"They could be."

She scrunches her nose. "As much as I'd love to hear more about that, let's move on. Tell me about another group."

"Like I said, Geoffrey's pleasure was seeing other people use her. As was Daisy's, but for those acts, she frequently played the reluctant wife. Before the acts, he would walk about the circus ground chatting with people and making friends. She'd be behind him, holding a parasol, silent and reserved.

"Everyone would think they were nobles coming to watch the show. When the show would begin, they'd be in the audience. Other performers might toss a piece of shit toward the stand, and it would land near them.

"'Oh dear,' Geoffrey might say to the others. 'Quite an offensive mess they're making. Don't worry, my kind wife will clean it up. Go ahead, Daisy.'

"Daisy would act flabbergasted, but would climb over, and without any tools, she'd have to pick the shit up and carry it a distance away to dump it. Before she could return, another piece would be there for her to clean, which he'd of course point out.

"Everyone else would be shocked to see this since they wouldn't realize it's part of the act yet. Not until one of the other performers would run up anxious to relieve himself. He'd start working through the crowd saying, 'excuse me,' and, 'pardon me, need to piss.' But Geoffrey would stop him.

"'Good, sir. Please. Allow my wife to help you.'

"'Are you sure?' the performer would ask.

"'Absolutely. You're putting on such a fantastic show. It's the least she can do for you. It's no problem at all.'

"'Well, if you insist." The performer would step up to Daisy, who with a look of resignation, would kneel down. The performer would whip out his cock and urinate into her open mouth. She'd swallow what she could, but much would run down the front of her fancy dress.

"'Much abliged,' the performer would say.

"'Not at all. If anyone else needs relief, please, my wife would be delighted to assist you.'

"She would look utterly crestfallen, but by now most people understood it was an act, and they'd swarm to volunteer. Soon, she'd have half a dozen streams of urine hitting her, drenching her from head to toe.

"It would evolve from there. Geoffrey would notice someone getting hard from the act, and he'd chastise his wife for causing the man's arousal without offering to relieve him of that. She'd have a mouth full of cock from then on, until people pushed her onto her back and lifted her sodden dress. Knickers aside, and the men would fuck her.

"That would go on until Geoffrey himself would step it up by informing his wife he needed to relieve waste, and if she was already such a mess, why not? Daisy would wilt, but nod dutifully. He'd defecate right onto her chest then scoot up to have her lick his anus clean. Afterward, he'd order her to 'make it disappear'.

"She'd tuck it away into her dress, smearing her breasts and stomach, but then others would do the same. She'd be wallowing in filth soon, trying her hardest to tuck away shit into her dress or knickers while more just kept piling upon. The men and women in the audience would get excited and start tormenting her. For instance, they might make her lick their assholes clean, but then poop some more right into her mouth. Of course, Geoffrey would order her not to be rude and swallow it. Others might massage shit into her hair, or her pussy, pushing chunks up inside of her. Others still might rip her dress right off, revealing shit matted to her skin that she'd have to hide all over again, and she would... somehow."

Euna has a look of both horror and fascination. "And she enjoyed this?"

"She loved it."

"How could people derive pleasure from wallowing in filth?"

"Sex in itself is dirty. It's filled with so many bodily fluids, sweat, saliva, cum, girl cum, and even poop if you're enjoying the pleasures of the bottom. For some people, that dirtiness is what makes it hot. They revel in it. It becomes intoxicating. Most of all though, just like sex, it's taboo, and people love taboos. Knowing something is wrong makes it all the raunchier."

"Yeah, but... it just sounds so disgusting. How could you even stomach it?"

"It's not for everyone. I've seen many people wrinkle their noses at Geoffrey and Daisy, but more people than you think will give in and indulge, even if it's just a little."

She doesn't look convinced.

"Look at it this way," you say. "You know the thrill of feeling a man's seed leaking from your snatch, or better yet having him shoot his seed upon your breasts? Imagine the sticky, naughty feel of it. Rubbing it in. Reveling in it."

She frowns. "Okay. I can imagine it."

"It's sexual, right?"

"Yes, but there's a world of difference between a man's seed and his waste."

You shrug. "Maybe it is, but don't dismiss it until you've tried it."

Her eyebrows arches. "What are you suggesting?"

You laugh. "Nothing, Your Highness."

"Good."

After dinner, Euna starts the conversation. "It occurred to me today that I know practically nothing about you."

"Is that so?"

"It is. In all this time, I've told you so much about myself. And when you do speak, it's to tell me things about my family I never knew, but you never speak of yourself. So I want to hear a story about you."

"What would you like to know?"

"Anything. How did you grow up? Where did you learn to be a fool?"

"I learned my trade from the Prowling Lilins. I spent many years with them."

"The Prowling Lilins? You're not referring to that circus, are you? They're barbaric and savage, just as likely to rob a town as they are to perform in it. And their acts... I've heard they're the most debased and godless performances known to man."

"Oh, so you already know about them."

"I shouldn't be surprised," she says. "It sounds like you'd fit right in."

"It's not that bad. You probably heard the troupe through the lens of the daughters of Nim, who probably look down on all troupes."

"I've seen troupes before," she says archly. "I know what they do, and I know that the Prowling Lilins are one of the most infamous troupes in the land."

"Sure. We were raunchy... beyond raunchy. We covered every possible sexual act known to mankind, but it's what we sold, and people knew that. They came to watch us to see all those sordid practices they're too afraid to admit they like. But we were not thieves, no more than any other troupe anyway. Your father actually invited us to perform at his court years ago."

"I heard about that. The church banned them ever returning."

"But on the brighter side, that's how I met your father."

"Yes. Reverend Mother Margosha had fits over you. I didn't know what she was talking about until I returned and saw what you'd turned the royal court into."

"I made it fun."

Euna grins. "That's one way of putting it. Were their performances really that raunchy?"

"Oh yes. Our shows were not for children. Our gymnasts were practically naked. Our plays were always burlesque tales about busty damzels or strapping lads. Our other performers would demonstrate feats or arts that were nothing if not sexual. The people in the Prowling Lilins were the most talented and depraved people I ever knew."

"Tell me about them," she says.

"Feats of pain?" Euna asks. "So they'd hurt themselves for show?"

"Yes, but they were good actors too. Their damsel acts would be a leading performance during the play. Take Helda. For one show, she played a plucky heroine, but in the middle, the villains caught her. Right there on stage, they tore her clothes off and raped her. She fought and thrashed but they only beat her into submission. And the villains were monsters. The warped ones often participated in our plays as they made good goblins or beasts. Each villain took a turn before the heroine escaped."

"Once," you continue, "The villains trussed up Vecta. She was dangling by her feet, and they whipped her mercilessly. Real blood spilled. She was a mess before the show ended."

"It seems like the plot came second to the antics," Euna says.

"Not necessarily. My favorite plays were the ones played entirely straight. Not a breast bared or whip cracked. You'd think it was an ordinary play, but in a twist, the heroes would lose. The villains would be left with their poor damsel. And that's how the play would end. The rear curtains would close, but the villain would be left with Helda or Vecta right there before everyone. And that's when the torture would begin. Believe it or not, those plays were usually comedies. The torture was done for laughs."

"Intriguing..." Euna says.

"But they had their solo performances as well. No acting in those. Helda and Vecta would take turns dominating each other before a crowd. Those were some amazing feats of pain tolerance."

"What did they do?"

"They both loved needles and fire. Once, Helda had Vecta perch at the edge of the stage with her breasts bared for the audience. She took long skewers from a hearth of red coals and speared them through Vecta's breasts. Vecta would scream and writhe while Helda hyped up the audience.

"'Perhaps she's had enough,' Helda might say. The audience would scream no. 'If you insist,' she'd say fetch another skewer. By the end, Vecta's breasts were like pincushions. The puncture wounds were red and crisp. Blood seeped down her stomach. The encore was removing the skewers and rubbing salt into each wound. Oh, how Vecta shrieked."

"I hope Vecta got her revenge," Euna says.

"Of course. They took turns so the other could spend time with the healers. The next night saw Helda strung up by her hands. Vecta tied cords around her breasts so tight, they turn purple. At the behest of the audience, she pressed hot irons to Helda's swollen, purple boobs. Helda certainly thrashed."

"Hardly seems worth it."

"It's what they loved. Whips, skewers, hot coals, and so much more. They loved it all, especially if it ended with someone ravaging them like a piece of meat. Even if there were no performances, I'm sure they'd still find ways to hurt and humiliate each other in sexually depraved way. During rehearsals, they had a bad habit of improvising."

"But What's the appeal? Pain. It... Well, it hurts."

"Pain and pleasure. Submission and trust. These things can blend together so enticingly. Have you never heard of a girl enjoying a rough romp, or perhaps a slap on the ass while they're at it, maybe they like being tied up? Maybe you've fantasized about such things yourself."

"Of course I haven't," she says, "but yes. I... I might understand the appeal. But a playful slap is far different from what those girls did."

"I'm sure you wouldn't do those sorts of things at first," you say. "You work up to that once you realize how much you enjoy it, you would go farther and farther until one day you find yourself swooning at the sight of skewers."

"I'll assume by you, you meant anyone, and not me specifically."

"Of course," you say.

"Because I highly doubt I will ever swoon at the sight of skewers," she replies. "Tell me more about the others."

"Of course there were whores," Euna says. "I'd be more surprised if you told me there were none at all. What's special about these ones?"

"Nothing at all, really," you reply. "In fact, they didn't even work for us. Not directly. They paid the troupe master a fee to follow along with the troupe, but otherwise they were on their own. When we'd be performing our stunts or telling our stories, they'd be among the crowd, offering themselves for quick coin. During burlesque performances, we might see several kneeling in the dirt before our audience members, sucking them off."

"Sounds glamorous," Euna says dryly. "This was the life they chose?"

"It was rarely a long term affair for them. They come and go. Often women would travel with the troup as we pass through dangerous countries. It was a matter of safety. The fact that we drew crowds that they could use to turn a profit was just silver lining. They'd join our troupe. Suck cocks and traffic their holes, and then they'd leave us once we arrived at wherever they were traveling to. We got to meet so many interesting people this way. Pilgrim women would travel with us earning coin while we made routes through all the cities with churches along their pilgrimage."

"I can't imagine they were Nimic women," Euna replies. "Doing such a thing during a pilgrimage would be blasphemy for all denominations."

"We did have Nimic women," you say. "Though not many. And I remember a pair of women who gave up Nimel after they found how much they enjoyed working with us."

"Ah, driving people from our Lord." Euna smiled ruefully. "How noble."

"It wasn't always religious women. We had traveling farmers share their wives to make ends meet. We had migrants from distant lands offer their exotic flesh to earn their very first rubles. And of course we had people who just fell in love with the show so much that they'd leave home to join us. It was an adventure for them. They'd whore themselves for lack of any better talents, and leave us in new lands to find the next chapter of their lives."

"How romantic."

"For them, it could be. I met so many interesting people who were with us for just a short time. But you see how the prostitution was just a side-job for them."

"Yes," she says. "If one does not take sex seriously, I could see how being a whore could be appealing, even if it was to such a rowdy lot. It would certainly be a story to tell."

"There you go."

"Tell me more about the Lilins."

"By naughty I assume you mean sexual?"

You nod.

"We were sisters of Nimel. We all took a vow of chastity, so I'm not sure what you expect."

"Human's have urges, Your Highness, even if they've put on habits. There must be something."

"I think your perverted fantasies are out of touch with reality."

"Oh, come now. A flock of attractive, young women locked up together? Something must have happened."

"We weren't all attractive. Or young."

"But there must be something," you say.

She thinks. "I can't think of any—" she pauses. "Well..."

You grin. "What it is? What did you just remember."

"It's hardly anything. We used to bathe together. We'd heat buckets of water in the kitchen and carry them to the bathouse where the steam could collect. We'd lounge and talk as we'd scrub ourselves. Nude."

"That's it?"

She's blushing. "Usually. But sometimes we used to... bathe each other. It wasn't out of place for one of us to lay back and relax as our fellow sister would scrub us thoroughly. And sometimes we'd get carried away. I recall one sister. Naina, who was particulary fond of helping the other sisters bathe. She was... talented with a sponge. If a sister had a bad day, Naina would have them lie back and she would go to work."

"Doing what?"

"Bathing them, of course."

"But when you say talented with a sponge, what do you mean?"

Euna hesitates. "I've heard, from the other sisters, that she'd pay particular attention between their legs." Her face is growing red. "That it could leave you weak at the knees. But it was to relieve tension."

"I bet it did."

She flusters. "None of us saw it as sexual."

"Did you even enjoy one of these massages?"

"No." Her response was too quick. She notices you eyeing her. "Fine! Yes, but it was never sexual. It's only through your perverted lens that it seems wrong. It was one sister helping another fellow sister have a tough day."

"Did the reverend mother know about these massages?"

"No. We... It never came up. She bathed separately."

"Would you have told her if it did come up?"

Euna fidgets. Her blush is deep red. "Enough of this. I've told you about my sisters. It clearly amused you. Now tell me about my sister."

"You're right. Fair is fair. As it so happens, your sister was no stranger to bathing pleasures either."

"What do you mean?"

"That's hardly an appropriate thing to ask," she admonishes.

"Of course it's not," you say. "It's tantalizing gossip. It's not supposed to be appropriate. So come on."

She mulls it over. "Fine. I'll tell you, but you must understand this this was during the year before I went to the convent. I'm a different woman now."

"Sure, sure."

"There was a young lad who used to pester me to favor him with kisses. I never took a liking to him, but I enjoyed the attention. We would sneak off to the staff dining closet off the dining hall. We kissed and fondled enough, but one day he asked if he could taste of... my petals, and I agreed. I sat on a silverware cupboard and he climbed under my petticoat and... you know know what happened."

"Impressive, Your Highness. I would never have guessed you'd dabble in those pleasures."

She was blushing. "...I'm not done. We did this a few times. It made him so happy, and the experience was not altogether unpleasant, but one time his tongue... slipped, or so he later claimed."

"No! He tongued your ass?"

"If you would watch your language! ... but, yes." Her face and neck are a deep red.

"What'd you do?"

"I stopped him... eventually."

Your grin is from ear to ear. "Eventually? As in a few seconds, or after you had your fun?"

"After seconds," she stammered. "It was an unclean act."

"Sounds like you had fun though."

"That's beside the point. This was a long time ago. I was young and foolish, and I've since sought penance. Now tell me about my sister. I think I've earned it. So tell me."

Euna frowns. "Would her fist even fit?"

"If your sister is experienced in such a thing, yes."

"But why?"

"Some girls enjoy the sensation of being full. Let me ask you, what would you prefer of your man, would you prefer him to have a small manhood, or larger."

"I've found the larger manhoods can be a bit painful, but there's something enjoyable about being so filled." "I don't know what any manhood feels like." "I've only ever felt your manhood inside me. I thought it was big enough." She looks at you. "Tell me, Master of Perversion. Is using your fist a common practice?"

"Oh yes. In my time, I've seen women who love nothing more than to fill their holes as much as they can. I've seen girls sink down on phalluses as thick as your leg, others who enjoy the pleasures of fists in their bottoms. I once met a girl who who enjoyed fitting as many apples inside of herself as she could."

"And they do it because they enjoy it?"

"Oh, quite so."

"And I assume my sister was one of these such enthusiasts."

"I don't think she'd tolerate Militsa doing those things to her if she didn't."

"How about one last story," you say.

"Yes. I'd like that," Euna says. She looks up from the fire. "You said before that you had other stories about my sister, Aileen."

"I do."

"Tell me one."

"You want me to gossip about your sister even more? I think it's hardly fair to her."

"Don't be coy. These aren't secrets she shared with you. You don't have to keep them."

"If we ever get back, you'll never look at her the same."

"She is my family. I will always love her. And as her bigger sister, I have an obligation to know what trouble she's been getting into."

"You're not going to lecture her, are you?"

"No, but I might tease her."

Then I think it's only fair that you divulge a secret too.

Oh. Well, that I'm okay with. I'll tell you.

You think back. "Let's see... Do you remember your sister's lady-in-waiting, Militsa?"

"She was the large woman. Stout. Comely though."

"That's her. From what I've heard, she helps your sister in more than just dressing and bathing."

"Is that so?"

"When your father traveled to Estinslaw years ago to meet with the Duke, your sister and Militsa came along. The Duke sent one of his personal serving girls to help attend to Aileen. That servant told a friend of mine your sister and Militsa had a rather intimate relationship behind closed doors, and they didn't mind one bit that the Duke's servant was there."

"Intimate?"

"Militsa would have Aileen caress her womanhood with her tongue."

Euna blanks. "What?"

"At baths, while your sister reclined her head on the tub's lip, Militsa squatted over her face and held her head in place. Once, she simply made your sister sit upon the floor while she draped a thigh over Aileens shoulder and held Aileen's face against her."

"Militsa was forcing herself upon my little sister?"

"According to the serving girl, this was their relationship. No forcing involved. The things Militsa did to Aileen were secretly why Aileen kept her around. Militsa even made sure Aileen's other handmaidens treated Aileen the same way. She made the serving girl to sit upon your sister's face and enjoy her tongue for herself."

"And this was okay with the girl?"

"That girl said your sister was her most favorite guest she ever served."

Euna thinks on this, then shakes her head. "So unnatural."

"I guess the convent is against two women loving each other?"

"'It is a sin to lie with another without cause to create a child'" Euna recites. "My aunt would see it as an abomination, but then again, she saw everything as that. I guess it's no worse than laying with a man without cause, but still. Strange."

"Shall I stop telling the story?"

"There's more?" Her curiosity alights. "What is it?"

"The Duke's serving girl recalled one encounter in particular. Aileen had been in bed, and both Militsa and the serving girl had taken turns sitting upon her face. Afterward, Militsa made the serving girl...

"...force her fists inside Aileen."

"...press the rose of her ass to Aileen's lips so she may tongue her."

"...tie Aileen to the bed while Militsa whipped your sister's breasts and belly."

"What for?" Euna asks, nose scrunched.

"For fun?"

"But that's filthy."

"Yes."

"And people can enjoy this?"

"You sister seemed to. The serving girl describe how enthusiastically your sister wormed her tongue inside of her bowels. Aileen clutched the girl's hips as though for dear life, and her lips made a tight seal over her hole. All the while, her pussy drooled."

"So strange. I can only imagine how disgusting it must have been."

"For some people, it's the filthiness of the act that turns them on."

"But to think my sister was like that..."

"There's a lot about your sister you don't know."

"Militsa had brought rope and a riding crop on their trip. She showed the serving girl what to do, and in no time at all, they had your sister spread eagle upon the bed, arms and legs to each bedpost."

"Sounds like Militsa had done this before."

"Doesn't it?" you say. "Especially when Militsa sat upon your sister's face and whipped her breasts with the crop."

"What did the duke's maid think of this?"

"She was dumbfounded. It was as though Militsa had always been in charge."

"Did the girl do anything about it?"

"Militsa made her take a turn sitting upon Aileen's face and feeling her tongue, while Militsa whipped your sister to tears. Aileen's breasts were striped with welts by the time she was done."

"And my sister secretly wanted this?"

"Some people enjoy pain during sex. It can mix so well with pleasure. And when it's inflicted upon you by someone you trust, you can simply allow it to engulf you without fear."

"You describe masochism," Euna says.

"Oh, so you know the term."

"And you're saying my sister is one? A masochist?"

"It sounds like it."

"And what of her relationship with Militsa?" Euna asks. "You mean to tell me that my sister secretly wants her own lady-in-waiting to take advantage of her?"

"It seems so."

"Why? Why would my sister want Militsa?"

"Who wouldn't want strong, beautiful woman like Militsa? Nothing is more arousing than a woman who's not afraid to take charge."

"Your sister loves to relinquish control during sex. It can be comforting, and a true act of trust."

"Why should I?" she says. "It's not like you're revealing anything about yourself."

"No, but I earned my gossip by being in the right place to find out."

"No doubt by peeping."

"Maybe, but if you want to hear the story, you need to trade for it."

"Fine. What do you want to know?"

"What's the farthest you've ever gone with a man?"

"Tell me a naughty secret about the girls at the convent."

You think. "Did you know that your mother had a third child?"

"What?" Euna stops her humping altogether. "What are you talking about?"

"It's true. Or I've never heard anyone refute it. It was to Duke Nicholai Mikailovich."

"I know him. He rules land along the Veles border?" Euna says. "He swore fielty to my father decades ago, turning his loyalty from the Velesians."

"You have your mother to thank for that. Getting his fealty was a challenge. For weeks he was an honored guest in the palace, yet your father could not sway him. He had everything he wanted in those mountains—fertile land, defensible terrain, and the Velesians had been a loyal ally to him.

"It was Yelena who discovered the one thing he didn't have: an heir. His wife was barren, so your mother convinced him to let her bear him a child. I don't even think she consulted your father on the matter. For the rest of Duke Nicholai's stay, she fucked him exclusively, not even your father. Her screams could be heard throughout the palace each night. Once her womb had quickened, Nicholai left, only to return eight months later to be there for the birth. Sleeping with him wasn't necessary then, but your mother still had his belongings delivered straight to her room when he arrived. I hear she had him inside her within ten minutes of arriving. You see, Nicholai had become her paramour, for that visit, and many to follow."

"I remember he visited frequently," Euna says. "He and my mother got along well. My father was okay with this?"

"Your mother didn't give him any choice, and after securing the fealty of crucial land during the war, he could hardly be angry at her. She birthed Nicholai a healthy baby boy, which cemented Mikailovich's union with Ruthgar."

"Then your father learned the one thing Nicholai didn't have: an heir. His wife was barren. He and Nicholai came to an agreement. Yelena would bear him heir."

"And she was okay with this?"

"Of course. Your mother loved to obey. And she loved to be pregnant. She probably would have done it even if it wasn't going to strengthen the tsardom. Nicholai stayed in her room night after night and had his way with her. She remained upon her bed to keep his seed within her until the nursemaids were sure her womb had quickened. Nicholai left. Months passed. Your mother enjoyed her swelling belly while indulging your father's whims and sleeping with whomever he told her to.

"Nearly nine months later, Nicholai returned for the birth. Vislav let him enjoy your mother each night once again until one night when she went into labor mid-coitus. She birthed Nicholai a healthy baby boy, and as you know, Nicholai's lands are still loyal to the tsardom to this day."

"Wait," she says, "Are you saying that Alex, Nicholai's son, is my brother?"

"Half brother, but yes."

Bewildered, she slows her grinding to a halt. "Alex and I played together so often when Nicholai visited. I... He... I fancied him!"

"He was a handsome young man," you say. "He has your mother's beauty."

"But I fawned over him. We flirted. I used to fantasize about bedding him."

"Fortunately nothing came of it, so no harm done."

"I'd have loved to spy on that."

  • Animal + pregnancy: Clydsdale
  • Harlot + politics: Tsaritsa gives herself to the army as a reward.
  • Harlot + pregnancy: ???
  • Politics + filth: ???
  • Animal + Filth: animal filth

"So, here's a story I remembered today," you say. "I was—"

"Actually," Euna cuts you off. "Would you tell me about my mother?"

"Oh. Okay." you reply. "Yelena helped run the tsardom in many ways, but surely you must know more than I do."

"Don't play coy. I want the lewd stories."

"Ah. And what makes you think I have lewd tales about your mother?"

"Because you said you did. Remember? After the festival at the city?"

"Did I?"

"Yes. You did." Setting her food aside and rising, she steps up to you until her feet are at either side of your legs. She takes her food plate from you. Her pelvis is against your face. If not for her skirt, your nose would be buried in her crotch. As it is, the sweat upon her tummy rubs on your forehead. She stares down at you. "Even I have heard rumors about my mother, and if I know anything, then you must know plenty. So you will tell me these stories, or perhaps you'd like to make your own dinner. But if you do tell me, then..." She undoes the tie of her skirt. It crumples about your waist, and her sex is before you. Its heat and damp radiated upon your face. "perhaps you can have a dessert after your dinner, hmm?"

"Are you sure you want to hear about your mother's sex life?"

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't. You will tell me these stories now."

"Very well," you say.

Euna sits down at her usual spot. With only her bodice about her, her bare ass is against the stone. Her slit is plainly visible when she moves to cross her legs. Afterword, she eats like a proper woman, back straight, manners adhered to, as though nothing were amiss.

She does not hand over your plate of food until you start in on the story, and so you do.

Euna grins as she sees what you're doing. "You did." She sets her food aside and shimmies down onto all fours before you. "And I know there must be stories. Even I've heard rumors about my mother in her youth. Perhaps there's something I could do to convince you to tell me."

"Perhaps so," You eat your dinner, waiting to see what she'll do. Euna crawls forward to your lap. You hold your plate up high to give her room, and you feel as she tugs your breeches down your thighs.

Her lips upon your cock cause it to lurch to life. Her tongue plays along your shaft and your sack. "Are you remembering now?" she asks.

"I think the stories are coming to me," you say.

Euna returns to teasing. She uses a variety of techniques, yet none are intense enough to get you off. It seems she plans to take her time, so you begin with the story.

"So if you've heard rumors about Yelena," you say, "I'm sure you've heard about how she used to philander about the keep."

"No," Euna replies. "I've heard rumor that she was a lusty woman long before she met my father, but that she was loyal after marrying"

"Oh, that's not what I've heard," you say. "It was because she was lusting about that she met your father. Many women came before tsar Vislav for him to consider marrying. All were proper, devout women—each shy and reserved. Some came from noble lines, others from rich boyars. This parade went on for years. None interested him.

"One night, your father was hosting another court party filled with countless women who'd traveled far and wide to meet Tsar Vislav. All were prospective wives. He had grown bored of the festivities and slipped away down the servants quarters. That's where he saw Yelena, the most beautiful maiden he'd ever laid eyes upon, and she was pressed face-first against a wall while a line of palace guards took turns drilling her ass. You see, she was a rebel within her own family. She wanted no part of their decorum or decency."

"Can you blame her?" Euna says. "Just look at my aunt."

Euna pulls her lips from your manhood. "Can you blame her? Just look at my aunt."

"Yes, yes. I'm telling the story." You push her head back to your crotch.

You continue. "Your father watched as guard after guard took their turn with her. Eventually he charged forward and confronted Yelena. The guards told tales of how much he raged. 'What sort of prospective tsaritsa are you?' he yelled. 'A whore? A harlot? You should be in the grand hall right now, currying for my favor, yet here you are like a backstreet trollop. You're supposed to be royalty. Why would you let these common men sodomize your ass like this?'

"Her response was to turn to him, spread her legs and say, 'because my cunt is for you, Your Majesty.'

"And that is how your parents met," you say.

"So he liked that my mother slept around?"

Euna frees her mouth momentarily and rubs your dick's head about her face, smearing precum. "He liked that she let herself be used like that?"

"Even as he hollered at her, he had a mighty pole in his pants. He dragged your mother away from the party to punish her, but the screams from his room were not of anger, but of passion. The idea of having such a wanton slut for a wife enflamed your father like he'd never known. Her infidelity never stopped after they married. In fact, it was the cornerstone of their sexual antics."

"Hmm," Euna sets her finished food aside and steps over to you. You hurry to move your plate out of the way. Straddling your waist again, she sits in your lap and tugs your breeches down. After fishing out your cock, she lines it up with her pussy. It seems she's about to shift forward and take you into herself, but instead, she rubs the head of your cock up and down her slit, paying particular attention to her clit.

She's masturbating herself with your dick. It's hardly enough for you though, but when you thrust forward, she pushes you back. This is for her pleasure only, it seems. With her other hand, she fetches more food to eat. "Tell me about theses antics."

"After their marriage, Yelena became a sexual force of nature—the mistress of the palace. Your father had no control over her. She took any lover she pleased, from court guards, to royals. All these hapless men believed they were cuckolding their own tsar, but the truth was, your father wouldn't have changed your mother's philandering ways even if he could. He loved when she would come to him, dirty and disheveled, and whisper of the raunchy things she'd just done.

"Oh? Please tell me about it."

"I will if you keep yourself busy," you say.

She gets the hint. Turning around, she tugs off her skirt and backs up into your lap. After guiding your cock into her dripping vagina, she's folded over her legs with her hands on the floor—an awkward position for her, but it does allow you to eat your food while she does all the work in fucking you. It also leaves her mouth free to comment on your story, which is more likely her real motive.

She looks over her shoulder at you, eyes intent, so you continue the story. "After their marriage, your mother was a dutiful wife. She sought to appease Vislav however he desired, and what he desired more often than not was to humiliate and degrade her, especially by offering her to other men. He sent guards and royals alike to her chambers without ever consulting her. It didn't matter who came or what Vislav promised she'd do, Yelena always obeyed.

Eventually, your father had a secret passage installed in his chambers, one which led to a hidden room behind the walls of your mother's bedroom."

Euna stops self-stimulating with your cock-head. Euna stops pleasuring you and again looks over her shoulder. "What? I know of no such room."

"Of course you don't. It was hidden."

"What wall was it behind?"

"You know the mirror wall behind your mother's headboard? The room was behind that."

"And how do you know about this? Have you been in there?"

"I'm telling you, if you'll let me."

"Very well." Euna lines your cock up with her slit and shifts forward, burying you within her. She rocks back and forth. "Go on."

"Be patient. I'm telling the story. No more pauses."

She returns to her pleasuring. You finish with your food and set your plate between her shoulder blades. It frees your hands. More importantly, Euna must remain facing forward toward the fire and concentrate while fucking you, lest it fall off. She manages a gentle pace while riding your cock.

You continue. "I know of that chamber because I've shared drinks with the masons who helped construct it. And while I never had the wonderful opportunity to spy on your mother, I know of many sordid tales of what she used to do in her chambers. I've heard...

Wrapping her arms about your shoulders, she scoots closer into your lap, taking you deeper inside her. Her vaginal lips squeeze your shaft as she studies you. The story is having an affect on her; she's grinding harder now.

"Tell me more about my mother," she orders.

"If you don't slow down, I'm going to finish before the story does," you say.

She only grinds faster. "Then speak quickly."

"Of course, Your Highness. Let me see..."

You finish your food and remove the plate from its perch between her shoulder blades. She cranes to look look at you inquiringly. "You're not done, are you?"

"Have I come yet?" You take hold of her hips. Sliding one hand along her front, you pull her upright. Her back presses against your front. She rests her head in the crook of your shoulder.

"Please tell me more," she says.

"You know what you need to do."

Grinning, she begins riding you with renewed vigor. At this pace, you won't last much longer.

"Let's see..." you say.

"Selia was responsible for cleaning the pots for Lord Marko and his two daughters. Every day when Marko would retire, he would make her stand by while he inspected his own. She was very thorough however, and there was never a mess.

"But one time, she was too busy to clean it, so she delegated it to another girl. That girl was not thorough enough, and Selia found out when Marko yelled at her to get in his bedroom and see. Inside was a pool stale urine.

"'Clean it,' he'd said. Selia picked up the bedpan to take it to the river, but Marko stopped her. 'No,' he'd said. 'You will clean it now. You do not leave this room until you drink every drop. Maybe then you'll learn'" And so Selia had no choice but to place the pan to her lips and drink away the contents.

After that, Marko took perverse pleasure in degrading her with the chamberpot. Every day, he'd make her lick the bowl just to prove to him that it was properly clean. More and more often, the pot would end up unclean. He'd call her into his room to reveal larger pools of his piss that she'd somehow missed. She would be forced to drink the swill down and lick the bowl clean.

"How horrible," Euna says. "The woman who raised you had to put up with this every day?"

"Ah, but you see," you say...

"Selia was a strong woman. She got revenge."

"Selia loved the abuse. It aroused her to submit to his humiliating demands."

"She decided to play tit-for-tat. On the day Marko had forced her to drink her urine, she had stormed down to the kitchens, where the chefs were preparing soup for the upstairs. She climbed onto the counter, hiked up her dress, pulled her knickers to one side, and pissed right into the pot.

"The chef cried out. Selia ordered her to be silent. 'You will served this soup to the Lord,' she snapped. The chef was a meek little woman. And so she complied.

"We all figured Marko and his daughters wouldn't notice. After all, it was only a little urine in a big pot. Perhaps they might say it was a little salty. That's it.

"What we didn't expect was for Marko to send down his compliments, telling the chef to record the recipe as a success. He rarely did that.

"Another day came. Marko was hard on Selia, and so once again she stormed down and pissed in the cooking pot. This time, she emptied her full bladder. Once again, compliments to the chef.

"It continued on. It reached a point where Selia no longer need provoking. She pissed in the lord's food every day. And since Marko abused all his staff, no one ever intervened. He and his daughters ate it all."

"Time passed," you say...

"and Selia's contribution became a mainstay in the household."

"until one day, Marko made Selia clean something much worse in his bedpan."

"Any time Marko would come to his room and find piss still in his bowl, he would humiliate her with it somehow. Sometimes she would have to drink it up like sipping broth from a bowl, and sometimes he would pour the mess upon her and she would have to go about her chores for that day drenched.

"It happened more and more often. I was never sure if it grew more frequent because Marko would cheat and use the bowl after her cleaning, or if Selia purposefully left a little mess. Around the other girls, Selia always blamed him, but I have my doubts.

"It escalated too. What started as small squirts of piss soon became full bowls of urine. Someone was certainly cheating."

"And she liked this?" Euna asks.

"I lived with her in her quarters," you say. "I can tell you she did. After her duties, I caught her on kneeling upon her bed, feverishly rubbing herself while pressing her piss-wet skirt to her nose.

"Of course, it became obvious to everyone what was going on, including to Marko's eldest daughter, a lovely young lady named Natasha. Unfortunately, she'd developed her father's same cruel streak toward servants, and when she saw the game going on between her father and Selia, she joined too.

"Now, Selia had two chamberpots of urine to clean."

"It was she who first degraded Selia using solid waste."

"It started when Selia was tending to his bedroom one evening. Lord Marko had been meeting with debtors from town, and he was in a dark mood. He stormed to his bedroom to find her changing the bed linens, and he went berserk.

"He screamed at her about how this work was supposed to be done already, how he shouldn't have to see her tending to the rooms. She should be discreet. Selia tried to excuse herself, saying she would return later when he was gone, but that wasn't good enough for him. She needed to be punished.

"He order her to kneel by the bed and lay her torso upon the mattress. She did, and he lifted the back of her maid skirt, yanked her knickers to her knees, and he spanked her, again and again. Selia didn't utter a single gasp, which only angered him. He struck hard until his face was red and his brow damp with sweat.

"Selia's ass glowed, but she made no noise. It drove Marko to madness. He yanked down his breeches, bent over her, and took her from behind as though she were a bitch in heat. She tried to turn, but he grabbed her hair and held her in place.

"When he finished, he simply rolled off and ordered her to leave. She did. After she cleaned herself up in her quarters, she had to go right back to work."

"That was the first time he took her, but not the last. After that, he quite regularly ravaged her if he caught her alone. It was often. After all, she was the head-maid. She was responsible for tending to his room."

"How horrible," Euna says. "The woman who raised you had to put up with this every day?"

"She did," you say, "but you see...

"Selia was a strong woman. She got revenge."

"Selia loved the abuse. It aroused her to submit to his humiliating demands."

"How about another story?" you ask.

"I would like that. I would like in particular if you told me about your childhood. It occurred to me today that I don't know anything about your parents."

"Neither do I," you reply.

Her eyes widen. "You were an orphan?"

"No. Orphans live in orphanages. I was a street urchin, for a time anyway. I was lucky though, and a woman named Selia took me in. She was the head housemaid for a noble named Marko and his two daughters. She took good care of me, although I don't think I ever saw her as a mother, more as a big sister. Either way, I'll never forget her. I owe her my life for taking pity on a poor boy in the street."

"So you grew up in a manor house?"

"I lived in the servant quarters, but yes. Lord Marko tolerated me under his household so long as I served my dues. They had me working from dawn till dusk every day. It was tough, but it was better than living on the street."

"What did they have you do?"

"All sorts. Milk cows, clean the roof, churn butter, herd in the venison deer. Fortunately for me, Lord Marko did not appreciate the sight of a scrawny youth, so all of my chores put me far away from them."

"Why is that fortunate?"

"Because out of sight is out of mind. He was a man with cruel tastes, particularly toward women. The only servants he let work inside the house were female, and he'd force them to dress in alluring maid uniforms. You know the kind... short skirts that hardly covered the buttocks, tight corsets that hoisted up cleavage, and silk drawers which were little more than tiny rags about their crotches. The worst was the high-heeled shoes. I don't know if you've ever had to spend an entire day working on your feet, Your Highness, but—"

"No, no," Euna stops you. "I know very well how uncomfortable those are. I can only imagine what that did to their feet."

"Blisters and sores. On many nights, I helped Selia and the girls by massaging the cramps out of their calfs. I became quite adept at that."

"Oh?" Euna says, intrigued. She slides her boots off and swivels to place her feet in your lap. "With all the miles we walk, I wish you would have told me this sooner."

You get the hint. Taking her legs, you begin expertly kneading her calf. She moans. "Hmm, yes. Oh heavens I needed this." Closing her eyes, she enjoys the massage for a minute. "You may continue with your story."

"Somehow, I'm sure you didn't mind that chore," Euna says.

"Putting my hands all over the women's legs? Of course not. It was a perk."

"I figured as much. Go on."

You keep working her calfs as you resume. "So all these girls were working about the house dressed up like this, with their hair done and their faces touched up as though going to a ball, and Lord Marko treated them all like his personal property. He'd order them about, and molest them, and belittle them. I remember once looking in the window while I was tending the pasture and seeing him behind a maid while she was cleaning the fireplace. He had pulled the gusset of her drawers aside and was sliding his fingers in and out of her snatch. She wasn't allowed to get up until she finished."

"And the girls put up with this?"

"They had nowhere else to go. Putting up with this humiliation was still better than living on the streets. Besides, for many of them it wasn't so bad. He'd only harass them occasionally. Selia though, she got it the worst. As the head housemaid, she became his favorite."

"Poor girl," Euna says.

You nod. "But what really set his treatment of her apart was when he started...

...making her clean his chamber pot."

...punishing and fucking her in the most degrading ways he could."

At some point, the Fool dated a girl who was an exibitionist.

She loved to show herself in public, but had a strange way of doing it.

  • Steal foods and put them up her holes, so guards had to fist her (M)
  • Have public "accidents" (F)
  • Upset the clerigy, so they'd put her in stockades, and get frustrated when they couldn't make her repent (P)

"How different could they be? You fill yourself with larger and larger objects. What more is there to it?"

"Well, one woman I know specialized in width. She had special phalluses made in the shape of cones. Just a blunt point at one end, and they'd get as wide as tree trunks. She used to grease them up and sit on them as another might use a chair. She'd eat meals with us, chatting and laughing. All the while, she's slowly slide down. After years, the lips of her pussy hung down like meaty flaps."

"I suppose that's a consequence."

"Oh, no. She was proud of them. She had her floppy labia pierced so she could hang weights from it at all times, and she never wore clothes that would completely cover them up."

"I see."

"Another girl took depth. Her phalluses could go so far inside her, you'd swear they should be squeezing her lungs."

"How?"

"She learned to penetrate her cervix and take it deep into her own womb. It was actually rather common among the warped ones. For many of the stretchers, you could stick your fist into them up to your elbow, and they'd love it too. Some stretchers focused on that. For one girl, she loved to have people reach apples inside of her and push them through her small cervical ring. She'd swell as though many months pregnant. Another girl had a valve sealed over her cervix so she could pump herself full with water... or other liquids."

"I'm not quite sure that's what the Lord intended us to use our wombs for."

"Certainly not."

"Is that it? It seems to me there'd be focus on... well... on their rear ends."

"Many certainly did. Some took phalluses up their ass just as wide as their pussies. Some took other things. I'd be here all night if I listed everything they did. And of course, for asses, there were plenty of men who joined that sport as well as women. Between them all, they'd sometimes compete."

"Sounds sporting."

"There was always playful competition among the Warped ones. They celebrated their extremes."

"I suppose as long as they're happy. Still seems strange to me."

  • Candles upside down.
  • Tug of war.

"A story?" you ask.

"Yes," she says. "Actually, I was hoping you could tell me more about the Lilins."

"What about?"

"The Suffering Sisters. You mentioned before that they made shows of all types of acts, including pain?"

"Oh yes. They were our star performers for shows on pain and bondage."

"Yes. Tell me about them. Were they really sisters?"

"Oh, yes. And twins. They were very close."

"And They put on acts of bondage and pain because they enjoyed it. Isn't that right?"

"They lived for it. I don't think those girls could get off if they weren't tied up and abused in some way."

"Then tell me," Euna says, "how did two sisters come to indulge pain and suffering so? What made they that way?"

"It sounds like they intrigue you."

"Yes," she says without embarrassment. "I'm coming to understand their appreciation for abuse, though maybe not to their level. I'd like to know more about them if you'd indulge me. How did they get started?"

"They joined with their parents when they were still children. Their mother and father were sadists like you wouldn't believe."

"We bought them from orc slavers. They'd been playthings for those vicious, cruel monsters for so long they learned to love it."

"Let's see..." You think. "Some people would change their own bodies to be more like animals."

"How so?"

"Alchemy mostly. Some surgery. They'd take it far enough that they'd seem like a wilding species all of their own, like some sort of human-animal hybrid."

"Interesting."

"Another story?" you ask.

She nods. "I've been thinking about the Warped Ones. When you touched upon them before, you told me how they would disfigure themselves in all sorts of incredible ways. If I recall, you mentioned tattoos, and piercings, and other stranger ways."

"And now you want to hear about more?"

"Well... yes. I suppose I do. Tell me more about them."

"Did I mention that some of the women had their own cocks?"

"Nothing more to say, really. I've already told you everything worth knowing about the Warped Ones."

"The boys found honest work as they'd planned," you explain. "Cobblers, builders, roofers, and so on. But their mother became a working woman of a different sort. The anal whore within her had awoken and there was no putting that genie back in the bottle. During the day, she'd invite suitors into her home to bugger her ass. All day she'd be on her hands and knees servicing customers.

"In the evenings, she would clean up the house and start dinner. Her sons would came home sweaty and exhausted after a long day's work. She would feed them hot meals paid for with her earned money, and afterwords they would take turns ravaging her. She would hug their sweaty bodies while they filled her bowels with cum. Despite all her clients, she still treasured every time her sons sodomized her.

"And they also knew how she liked to be treated, rough and mercilessly. At nights, they'd gag her and take turns holding her down while another raped her asshole. They'd leave her crying in bed by the time they were done with her. On some nights, they'd would violate her with a rough object, like a splintery tool handle, or a tree branch. They wouldn't stop until their arms were tired and her ass was bleeding. It certainly made it painful for her when her clients came to use her the next day."

"And they also knew how she liked to be treated. At night, when they were too tired of fucking her, they would force their arms into her rectum. Sometimes they'd force two fists, or maybe three. She would moan and cum again and again until passing out."

"Heartwarming," Euna says. "Did she get up to anything else?"

"Really?" Euna asks. "After only a week with the troupe, they decide to spend the rest of their lives with you?"

"What can I say? We changed them. I mentioned the idea of their joining our show as a 'mother and her loving sons' act as a joke, but when they started casting furtive glances to one another, I knew they actually wanted to. So we let them in.

"In the very city they intended to start new lives in, they put on a show. Their act was that the boys were misbehaving, and the mother would come out to discipline them. Anyone could see plain as day that they were truly related. The boys would keep disobeying, and the mother would grow flustered. They'd tease her and strip her clothes. Once she was naked, they would push her over and roughly sodomize her one after another. By the end, the mother would be begging them to misbehave more."

"Doesn't sound very original," Euna said.

"You don't need compelling stories when you're playing to a crowd's lust. And it was only their first performance. Later on, I helped them weave more intricate shows. They had a play where five sons fall in love with their mother. Each one would independently seduce and fuck her without knowing she'd already fucked his brothers. It was actually a humorous comedy of errors. My favorite part was when the middle son would trip and fall over his mother so that his cock slips into her ass. He'd apologize, but every time he tried to rise, he'd slip and thrust back into her, and she be moaning. After they get caught, no one believes him that it was an accident. Of course, by the end of the play, it always devolved into a incestual gang bang."

"A true masterpiece," she says dryly.

"You would have loved it."

"I'm sure. What other depravity did they get up to?"

"She abandoned her sons?" Euna asks.

"She realized that if she stayed, she'd only become a burden. Sure, she could clean and cook for them, but even within that first week, her boys were already courting other girls. Soon they would have wives of their own to take care of them, and she would just be in the way. More importantly, there was no ignoring her new cravings. So one night, she left a note bidding them farewell and she was gone.

"We let her join as one of our circus girls. Those are a brothel of prostitutes who travel with us and pleasure customers who come to our performances. This woman, of course, only sold her asshole. For weeks, you could see her down in the audience pits during our performances. She'd be bent over at the hip with some commoner plowing her ass. After the shows, her bowels would be full of cum, and her purse full of rubles."

"What a life," Euna says.

"But she wasn't getting the rough treatment she needed, no matter how much she encouraged her customers. Eventually, Helda and Vecta adopted her as a fellow sister. They did some Suffering acts together. Unlike the sisters, who enjoyed having people punish their entire bodies, the woman was only interested in abusing her asshole. But in that regard, she put Helda and Vecta to shame.

"In one of their shows, a tormenter would have dildos covered in little spikes which he would force the sisters to put on. Then he'd whip them mercelessly and force them to sodomize the poor woman.

"But she also had her solo acts too. For one, we would strap her down in a leather body suit so she couldn't move. All that was exposed was her bare ass. Then we'd leave all sorts of toys around and put a sign up inviting anyone to do as they please. She'd have a stream of customers for hours. And I saw all sorts of punishment. They'd fuck her, of course, but some people would punch their fists into her ass. Or sodomize her with spiked dildos or rough branches. Once I saw a woman lower her to the ground so she could kick on her foot up the widow's rectum. Another man once wrapped a tree branch in thorns and wriggled it around inside her. She'd need the troupe healers badly after those acts.

"And she wanted this?" Euna asks.

"She'd scream and thrash and cry during her acts, but she'd always come back to do it again. A few times people tried to rescue her. They were sure confused when she got angry at them. They didn't realize she was exactly where she wanted to be."

Euna shrugs. "I guess if she was happy, but it still seems unfathomable to me."

"She only did that for a few weeks," you reply. "Then she joined the Warped Ones. With her love for fitting things into her anus, it was an obvious match."

"The Warped Ones?" she asks. "To join them, wouldn't that mean she had to—"

"Warp herself? She did. She had intricate tattoos done on her rump to draw attention to her asshole. She had an octopus riding above her tailbone with its tentacles snaking down and disappearing into her hole.

"And with the help of the Warped Ones' salves and tonics, and their stretching practices, that woman grew to take unimaginably large objects up her ass. Fists, feet... I even saw her ass swallow someone's head once.

"One of her acts was to come out on stage dressed in nothing but stockings and a garter belt. There'd be a wooden post on stage, tall and thick enough for someone to comfortably sit upon. And she would. She'd daintily sit up on that post like a proper lady—back straight, legs crossed—and she'd clean her nails or something. Then you'd realize she was slowly sinking down on the post. She wouldn't stop until she was squatted down. The post must have been up to her lungs, but she would hardly even grimace. Then she would lift off, turn, and show the audience her anus. It would gape like a yawning monster. After that, she was much less lady like. She'd ride that post up and down like a passionate lover. She'd pull all the way up until her gaping hole was above it, then her ass would gobble it back down to the base. Her breasts jiggled in the most lovely way as she did this."

"She must have had strong legs," Euna says.

"That's what you take away from this?"

"Well, didn't she? Those are a lot of squats she's doing."

"Yes. She had very strong and shapely legs. And quite an amazing ass. Even if her anus gaped at times."

"That sounds intriguing," she says, "I'm not sure I'd ever wish to see that, but it's fascinating to hear about these tales. What else did she get up to?"

"You see, the anal whore within her had awoken and there was no putting that genie back in the bottle. After her boys would leave for their jobs she would creep off to the seedier parts of town to sell her body, or more specifically, that lovely ass of hers. Sailors and soldiers would take her into back alleys and sodomize her. Sometimes it would be one, sometimes it would be a group, but it was always in her ass.

"The boys thought she had a job cleaning manor houses. But seeing as how she'd come home each night reeking of sex, she knew they'd figure it out eventually, so she made up a story about a reclusive noble couple who wanted her to be their house maid. Her sons thought she went off to live in a manor, but in reality, she moved into a cheap apartment in the gutter district. There, she could really pursue her cravings.

"She took on rougher clients. For more money, they could be as vicious with her ass as they wanted. Whether she took them in her home, or in a dark alley, they always left her asshole raw and bleeding. They treated her like a worthless, dirty whore, and she loved it. And while she did allow men access to her mouth and pussy, she charged more for those. She'd rather they dump their cum in her asshole.

"She took on more and more perverted clients. For one, she provided discounts for people who fucked her ass at the same time, thus she became an expert of taking multiple cocks up the rump at once. On top of that, she let her clients put anything they wanted in her ass, so long as it fit: fists, feet, wine bottles... anything. Sailors would bring items into into port with bets on whether or not it would fit inside her. Her ass became famous.

"Her boys never found out, but she sent them a lot of money over the years. In all her perverted whoring, she never kept any more rubles than she needed to survive. All the rest she gave to them. It's funny. Her sons already made good livings, and with her funds, they got great homes, ate well, dressed well, and attracted beautiful wives, all on her dime. Meanwhile, their mother is living in a ramshackle hole in the wall, eating cheap food and lapping up the cum that dripped from her ass."

"And she was happy with this?"

"Elated. One of my troupe friends visited her years later. She bragged about how her middle son had become a successful merchant and how her youngest was marrying into nobility.

"And she told them this while strapped to a filthy, straw mattress. They were jamming a stick covered in rough bark up her asshole, but between her cries and wails, she'd talk about her sons.

"Elated. One of my troupe friends visited her years later. She bragged about how her middle son had become a successful merchant and how her youngest was marrying into nobility. And she told them this as he and two of his mates each forced a fist up her ass."

"At the same time?" Euna asks.

"Yes. Three fists. At once. Her asshole was obscene. It stretched around their forearms as they took turns pushing in up to their elbow. Meanwhile, she talked to them like they were old friends visiting for tea.

"In her mind, she was living the dream. Her boys were prospering, and her life was devoted to indulging her fantasies.

"Heartwarming," Euna says. "Anything else I should know?"

"What did you do?" Euna asks.

"We got out toys. I borrowed a fierce dildo from Helda and Vecta. It had dull spikes spiraling along the shaft. The woman took one look at that, thrust her ass back, and demanded I jam it into her.

Oh, how she screamed and writhed. She kept yelling at me to go harder. I guess I wasn't good enough, because one of my friends took over, and he punched that thing in and out like he was trying to beat her to death. She tried to crawl away, but he just held her down. I though he was being too rough with her, but then she cried out in orgasm. When we escorted her back to her tent, her ass was burning red.

"The next night, she returned for the same treatment, only she furtively asked us if we could be even rougher with her. So we tied her down and got out a fiercer dildo than before. Many people took a turn ravaging her with it. She was bleeding by the time we walked her back, but she thanked us so kindly.

"The next night, after we tied her down, we got a spoke from one of our wagon wheels and showed it to her. It was rough and covered with splinters. Her eyes widened when she saw it, but she nodded. So we forced it in her. Her screams were ear splitting. We had to gag her for for our own sakes. Tears streamed down her face, but every time we stopped and pulled out the gag, she'd beg us to keep punishing her.

"So we kept it going. As our arms tired, we'd switch places, pausing long enough to pluck the worst of the splinters from her rectum and anal ring. That night, we had to carry her back to her tent.

"What did you do?" Euna asks.

"First we doubled her up. We put her on her back, and two gymnasts lay on either side of her. With some pushing and patience, they got both their cocks into her asshole. Oh how she loved that. You could see it in her eyes as she lay with one leg draped over each man. As each gymnast finished, another would take his place.

"That sated her that night. The next, we asked if she wanted three cocks inside her. She couldn't be more thrilled. Same position: her on her back with a man on either side, only now another man lay on top of her. She whimpered as they worked their cocks inside her, but once in, she was back to moaning like a whore. That entire night she took men three at a time.

"Then even that was too little for her. That's when the Warped Ones to step in. There are some men among them who've used alchemy and drugs to enlarge their manhoods. One of them came to the woman. The moment she saw his monstrously enlarged cock, she had to have it inside her, though none of us imagined it would fit. She could wrap both her hands about his tool and her fingers would only barely overlap. The only women who could take him were his fellow Warped Ones, but this woman needed it.

"The man bent her over and forced himself into her. Her poor anal ring yielded. She wailed in pain. Yet even as she wept, she begged him for more. So he pounded his tool into her deeper and deeper until finally unloading his voluminous load deep inside her.

"The woman could hardly stand afterward. We had to walk her back as cum spilled down her legs, but she was so proud of herself.

"The week carried on like that. During the day, she'd transform back into a worried widow looking after her children. She'd be dressed as her usual conservative self, and hardly acknowledge the troupe at all. At night, she'd sneak back to us and we'd abuse stretch her asshole all over again. And each night we pushed her farther. Eventually she was so worn out by morning that she could hardly sit in a saddle. She convinced her sons that it was just travel exhaustion, but we all knew the truth. Her ass was too sore. We let her lay in one of our wagons and sleep.

"The sons were so grateful, and they thought they were being naughty sneaking off to Helda and Vecta. They had no idea that we had transformed their mother into such a wanton slut."

"So you and and your fellow troupees corrupted her," Euna says. "You took a hard working mother and turned her into a debased whore."

"You say it like it's a bad thing. The way I see it. We helped a poor widow explore her sexuality. She had nothing in her life except her five sons. As much as she loved them, looking after them after so much tragedy was breaking her down. To look at her, you'd think she'd forgotten how to smile. She was exhausted.

"But with us, she was finally enjoyed something for herself. We awoke a passion with in her and let her indulge it to her heart's content. By the end of our trip, she positively glowed." You shrug. "Although admittedly, she was still pretty damn tired."

Euna ponders this. "Then I'm glad. If sex helped her find happiness, then who are we to say she shouldn't indulge as she pleases, even if it is oscene. What became of her?"

Euna ponders this. "It's hard for me to imagine someone finding peace through obsene sexual practices like that. But this whole sexual world is new to me, so I suppose that's to be expected. What became of her?"

"We reached the city. That's where she and her sons were headed to start new lives. Then..."

after making sure her sons would be all right. She crept off and joined the Prowling Lilins."

unbeknownst to her sons, she got a job for herself in the city, only it was a different sort of work."

"You're referring to horses?" Euna asks. "Knowing how your stories go, I suppose it was inevitable that she would gravitate toward laying with beasts."

"Ah, but it wasn't her idea to begin with," you say. "The rest of us performers came up with it. The woman prepared for what she thought was another performance with her sons as a naive mother. She came to the center ring dressed in her usual stuffy skirt and bodice, but where stage props should have been was instead one of the troupe's stallions. another performance of taking a post up her bum. She came out into the circus rings dressed in her usual garter and stockings, but where her post was supposed to be was one of the troupe's stallions. The ringleader announced her performance, which was to take this horse as her lover.

"She could have run away, but the audience was expecting action. And the moment she saw the manhood of that horse, she accepted our challenge.

"Ah, but it wasn't her idea to begin with," you say. "One day, one of her richer clients rode in on a horse. He paid her, then brought her outside and pointed to his mount. 'There is your client for today, whore. Show him the pleasures of your ass'.

"Any other woman would have refused, but she was not any other woman. As degrading as it was, the moment she saw the horse's meat, her mind was made.

"Backing under that horse, she rubbed its rubbery cock up and down the crack of her ass until it grew stiff, and in it went. It was hardly a challenge for her, really. Her ass was practically trained for horse cock. And her ass nearly took it to the base too.

"And so she fucked it. The horse humped into her with great spirit. She cried in ecstasy when it filled her with its cum. The widow made sure to bend forward at the hip so all that cum flowed deep into her bowels rather than spill to the floor.

"After that, the line was crossed. That woman became a horse lover. Many times she held performances where she would fuck a horse or a donkey before an audience, but sometimes she just did it for fun."

"After that, the line was crossed. That woman never hesitated again when men paid her to pleasure horses for their amusement. One of her clients often rode his horse to her place and ordered her to let it sodomize her. He wouldn't even bother dismounting. For him, and many clients, it was about watching her debase herself with animals, but she wasn't too prideful to say no. Besides, she often enjoyed horses for her own sake."

"I see," Euna says, "and how did her sons feel sharing their mother with animals?"

"They encouraged it. Sometimes her sons would track down several horses and hold their mother down while each one took a turn mounting her like a mare. One night, they made a performance out of it. She didn't know what they had planned, and once they tied her down on stage, One night, they invited several of their mother's clients over and told them to bring their horses. She didn't know what they had planned, and once they had her tied her down in a back alley, they brought out the horses, two at a time. They put the animals side by side and guided both cocks to her worn asshole. It took some forcing, but both horse cocks slipped in. Her begging was real, but her sons didn't stop until six pairs of horses had their way with her. She thanked them afterward."

"Why?" Euna asks.

"Because horses were the only ones with cocks large enough to pleasure her any more. At camp, the Lilins kept the traveling horses safe in their own tent. There was a stable in the gutter district. Some nights when she got drunk, she'd go there. The stable hands would let her in after she pleasured them. Then she'd have free reign until dawn. She'd bend over under every horse in that stable while the stablehands would feed the horse's mighty cocks into her ass. When that wasn't enough, they tried two horses at a time, side by side. It took some effort, but they succeeded."

"Both up her bottom?" Euna asks.

"Her bottom was one of a kind," you say.

"Amazing," Euna says. "And unbelievably depraved. What else did she get up to?"

"How about another story?" you ask.

She nods. "I want to hear more about your time in the caravan. You must have met many strange individuals in a group like that."

"Certainly. Especially on the road. People would travel together for safety, and sometimes people traveled with us."

"Any interesting people?"

"Of course, but more often than not, they were just ordinary folk you would never look twice at. But the thing about traveling with the Prowling Lilins is that we... rub off onto people. Their lives could change from being on the road with us."

"For the more depraved, I imagine."

"Oh, yes. One time, a mother and her five sons agreed to travel with us through the southern pass. That woman had tragic luck. Her husband had died the year before, and now she'd lost their farm to a brush fire. She and her sons were traveling to the city to start again while wearing nothing more than the clothes on their back.

"I remember the woman was wary of us. I don't know if she'd heard about our reputation, or if she was generally wary of circus folk, but she hardly spoke. It was her sons who convinced her to band with us for safety. On that first night, the troupe relaxed and had fun like we do many nights."

"You mean you had an orgy," Euna corrects.

"Yes, and you could tell that woman had no idea what she'd gotten herself into. She'd sat rigid at her campfire like a lamb in a lion's den while gymnasts and work hands alike played around. The boys enjoyed the show though. But the second night, the woman set up camp far from our own, nearly out of sight.

"But once the woman retired, her boys snuck out of their tents and came back, and they had their fun. They stumbled upon Helda and Vecta's cage, and they convinced Vecta to come to the edge where they grabbed her. They made her press her rump to the bars so the boys could take turns fucking her. Of course with Vecta, they hardly needed to hold her. Being used like that is what she lives for.

"Once all boys had a go, cum seeped from her pussy and had run down her legs to her ankles. She made her sister, Helda, lick her clean and suck the cum from her hole. Then she pushed Helda to the boys. They held her to the bars and fucked her while Vecta made her sister suck her pussy to an orgasm. A fun first night for the boys, I say.

"But here is the interesting part. What the boys didn't know, is that minutes after they snuck away, their mother crept out of her tent and came to our encampment to look for some action too. She thought her boys were all asleep in their tents."

"But I thought she didn't like you." Euna says.

"Maybe she was just acting proper around her sons, or perhaps the poor widow had gone too long without getting her itch scratched. The gymnasts described how shy she was about approaching them, as though ashamed of her needs. She was blushing when she politely offered herself to someone. They of course took her up on the offer, but one man wasn't enough.

She offered herself to another. This man agreed, though he wanted to take her anally. She had never tried the ass before, but he convinced her. They took it gently, but then she really got into it. By the time the man came, she was begging him to take her harder. It's like something inside her came alive.

For the next man, she presented her asshole, just as she did with the next, and the next. Each cock only made her hungry for more. By the time she went crawling back, long after her sons had returned, her ass was a raw mess that belched cum.

"And that was the second night. The third was much the same. The boys snuck out to molest the Suffering Sisters, and the woman returned to the rest of us, shy as ever, to kindly ask if someone would like to ride her. The boys had their fun, and the woman again transformed into an insatiable slut whose ass needed filling."

"Again her ass?"

"Always her ass. It wasn't just her favorite hole. It was her only hole now. Only on that first night did anyone fuck her pussy.

"Anyway, after she'd had her fill, she'd crawl back to her tent, long after her sons had retired. Her ass was raw from the abuse.

"All of us in the troupe could see what was going on. The boys and the mother were independently sneaking off to have their fun. Both thought the other asleep. So as a group, we realized...

there was an opportunity here. We decided to play a prank on them."

we needed to keep them separate if we wanted to them to keep traveling with us."

"In one of their shows," you say. "Helda and Vecta decided to truss the woman up without telling her why. Then they brought out quite a bushel of the poisonous leaves. The widow's eyes popped at the sight of them."

"She didn't know?" Euna asks.

"No. And she wasn't keen on the idea either, but they already had her tied. Helda filled her ass with poison ivy while Vecta fucked her with a strap on to pack the leaves in. Then they alternated raping her asshole with the many vicious toys they owned. Afterward, they stoppered her ass with a large cork plug and made her keep the leaves in her all night."

"Several of her clients got drunk together," you say. "She came up in conversation, and they all decided to try something new. They went to her house. After they paid her, she agreed to be stripped and trussed. It was only then that they brought out a bushel of ivy leaves."

"She didn't know?" Euna asks.

"No. And she wasn't keen on the idea either, but she was already tied. They filled her ass with poison ivy leaves and used one of her own dildos to pack the leaves in. Then each man had a turn raping her asshole with whatever household items the woman owned. Afterward, they ordered her to keep the leaves in her all night."

"And her sons let this happen to her?"

"Who do you think kept watch to make sure she didn't remove the leaves? And from what I heard, it was they who collected the bushel. In the following week, after their mother's bowels became an itchy, blistered mess, they violated her mercilessly with all manner of toys. It was a week of constant agony. But she dutifully offered her raw and worn ass each time her boys decided to punish her more."

"What happened to her?"

"Her bowels became an itchy, blistered mess for days. No man would fuck her in that time, so she had to fuck herself with all manner of toys to scratch the itch in her raw bowels. It was a week of constant agony. But she came so many times."

"I see..." Euna says. "Anything more to the story?"

"That must have been embarrassing for her," Euna says.

"She took it in stride. The woman wore tight undergarments which collected any mess, and since her broken anus could hold nothing, it got messy often. Her drawers would fill, and she'd casually hike up her dress, squat in a ditch, and pull her drawers aside. She'd shake the worst of it out and go about her day."

"Sounds like it would make sex with her messy."

"Oh yes, but she made also performances out of it. She frequently held acts with with Duchess Daisy Bandysnatch, the faux-pas noble. After Daisy would condescend to her, the widow would force Daisy to the ground and kneel over her face. Her ruined hole would bloom outward and belch brown slop over Daisy's face, and then she'd make the noble lick her prolapsed rectum clean of any sludge.

"Oh yes. Her distended, broken asshole would belch brown slop whenever someone sodomized her, but the kind of unsavory clients that she had enjoyed that quirk of hers. They might reach their hands inside her and scoop out handfuls of poop, which they'd slap upon her breasts. Or sometimes they made her suck clean their defiled manhoods after they dumped their seed in her.

"Quite revolting," Euna says, though she doesn't seem off put. "What else did she get up to?"

"Even with the healer's help," you say, "her anal ring had torn too many times and her insides shredded too much. Her asshole became a gaping, ruined hole covered in hemorrhoids and scars. "her anal ring had been stretched far beyond what it could recover from. Her asshole became looser than a leather satchel. Now, not only could she not close her hole, but when she relaxed, her rectum would distend out. She had to wear tight undergarments to look normal."

"The poor woman," Euna says. "So her lust ruined her."

"No. She embraced it. It was a warped ass which made her fit right in with the Warped Ones. It was her novelty, and it attracted its own kind of audience."

"No. She embraced it. She wanted to ruin it more. By then, she didn't really fit in with the Suffering Sisters anymore. People wanted to torture pristine girls, not used ones with disgusting, worn out holes, but by then her asshole was such a novelty that she was an attraction all on her own."

"No. She embraced it. She loved everything about her ruined hole, and she wanted to ruin it more. Of course, it repulsed many of her possible johns, but also attracted another sort of clientele—a seedier sort, the kind who found her ruined hole erotic, and wanted to ruin it more."

Euna frowns. "They don't sound pleasant."

"Oh, they weren't."

"Anything else to add?" she asks.

"You mean rape?" Euna asks. "How does one love that?" Euna asks. "I mean, the word means to take against one's will."

"For her, it was about lack of consent. Her sons learned early on that they could use their mother's body for their own sexual needs any time they wanted. They didn't even have to bother treating her well. And without consulting her, they encouraged her clients to treat her as a piece of flesh just like they did. The only rule was they could only abuse her ass.

"For her, it was about lack of consent. Clients who knew her knew that they could just let themselves into her house whenever they wanted, day or night. They could bring their friends, wake her up, tie her down... Anything, so long as they paid. Oh, and that they only abused her asshole.

"But abuse it they did. They'd hold her down and wouldn't let up until that woman's ass was a bleeding wreck. They'd whip her rim, or dump burning spices in her, or rape her with rough wood. She'd be crying her eyes out, and they'd just drop money in her battered asshole and leave. Sometimes they forgot to untie her, so the next day, a client might find her in that state. He would be just as likely to continue the abuse.

"And abuse it they did. They wouldn't leave until they'd filled her ass with everything from their cum, her clothes, her toys, her dinnerware, to even a whole bushel of apples once. The last thing to go in her ass would be rubles as payment, and they'd leave her like that, with her bowels so full her belly was distended. Sometimes they forgot to untie her. Her next client might find her in that state. They were more likely to fit even more in her than to help her.

"I must admit," Euna says, "there's something rather erotic about being a public piece of property like that. What else did she get up to?"

"How did she do that?"

"The Warped Ones helped with this. They put five piercings into each of her labia and fixed them with steel eyelets."

"Like lace holes in a leather boot?"

"Exactly like that actually, though a bit smaller holes. And just like a boot, she laced a wire through the holes and closed up her snatch. Now no man could violate any hole except for the one she craved."

"Did she ever undo the wire?"

Not her, no. She couldn't. The wire fed into a small lock just below her clit. It could not be undone without a key. And she gave that key to her sons."

"Why them?"

"She was gifting them her womb. They would decide if she would ever carry another child."

"Their child? One of incest?"

"Their mother would gladly have sired their children, but she made clear it wasn't up to her. Her sons could impregnate her, or lend her womb to a friend, or even auction it off to strangers. They decided."

"With a needle and thread of course. The Warped Ones helped her with this. They sewed her gash up like a suture using a metal wire. Now everyone knew that she was exclusively a backdoor girl. No man could violate any hole except the one she craved."

"Did she ever undo it?"

"No. It was permanent. The Warped Ones soldered the wire together. Only with a pair of bolt cutters could someone open her slit, and I'm sure no one ever will. That woman will be buried with that suture still in place.

"That's dedication," Euna says. "Anything else?"

"Not?" Euna asks.

"Well, one son actually fell in love with a city girl and left, but the rest married other troupe girls. And those girls were well aware of the relationship their husband's had with their mother."

"I should think so," Euna said. "They sodomize their mother on stage."

"Exactly. And everyone in the troupe was open-minded. Those girls not only accepted their husband's maternal philandering, but became a part of it. It's not like they hadn't already fucked their husband's mother and brothers many times before during our late night parties.

"It did at first. When a son would marry, he moved out to shield his new wife from his family's sordid ways. But their mother was not content to let her sons leave the nest. While her son was at work, she would visit the wife daily. They'd grow close, and in time, the mother would seduce her daughter-in-law and slowly pervert the girl. Every visit became a sexual affair, until one day the son would catch them, or the wife confessed, or the mother tied her up and brought in the son. It was different for each boy.

"It may have been tense at first, but it always ended as a three way. They'd all fucked each other after all. Things would smooth over, and the wife would truly be brought into the family fold. The couple would move back home, and the wife would spend her days with her prostitute mother-in-law, growing more accustom to her depravity."

"They became one large family. At night, the sons would bugger their mother together. And after they fucked her so roughly she bled, it was their wives who might lap up the blood and cum." And while they were recovering their strength, their wives would be plunging their arms elbow deep into their mother-in-law's cum-filled ass."

"Whatever keeps the family together, I suppose," Euna says. "Anything else?"

Euna's eyes widen. "I think I know where this is headed."

You nod. "Possibly. The prank was practically staring us in the face. The next night, the boys sneaked off to Helda and Vecta while their mother crept back to us. Soon enough, she was on her back while our gymnasts fucked her ass. Once her lustful fire was blazing, we put our plan into action. We had everyone gather in the tent with the widow, and we asked her if she wanted to be the centerpiece for our celebration of the sow. We explained that everybody dresses up in masks and skimpy costumes and we have a lot of sex, and everybody had to fuck the centerpiece at least once. It was a silly ritual we'd invented the night before, but she agreed, as long as everyone only fucked her ass.

"So we all put on masquerade masks, but for her, we gave her this leather pig mask. It was actually rather ornate, nice leather, shiny brass frame. However, you could hardly see while wearing it, and it covered your whole face."

"And that's when you got her boys, isn't it?" Euna said.

"And that's when we got her boys.

Helda and Vecta had been teasing them all this while. Instead of fucking the boys through the bars, they'd kept their distance and instead given them a show by riding each other's faces. Then I came over and invited the boys to join us in our festival. I told them all about it, how they could have sex with any of the women there once they've taken their turn with the centerpiece. Of course they agreed, so I gave them masks and off we went.

"The celebration was in full swing when the boys arrived. Men on women. Men on men. Women on Women. And everyone wore masks. In the center, on her back, was the centerpiece. Her asshole was already oozing cum, but Daisy kindly sucked it all out. Then each boy fucked their mother's ass while she wrapped them in her legs.

"The last son to fuck her was the youngest. Once he was near to completion, we pulled off her mask.

And there she was, for the boys to see. They all froze, even the ones now sexing other women. Their mother was laying there moaning, her eyes close, and her hand rubbing her clit. And then she yelled, practically begged the person fucking her, 'Don't stop. I'm so close. Fuck me. Violate me.'"

"That's awful," Euna says.

"Maybe it was, but you know what the boy did?"

"What?"

"What any good boy would. He obeyed his mother. He was slow at first, but he soon recovered from his shock. Soon he was hammering away at her as hard as ever. The other boys got back to plowing whatever woman they were currently in. But we all kept our eyes on that woman, waiting for her to notice. Just as she reached climax, her eyes opened, and she recognized her own son immediately. You could see the conflict in her eyes, but her orgasm was upon her, and it was as though something inside her changed. She wrapped her legs around her youngest son and pulled him into her. Pressing his head against her bare breasts, she cried in pleasure as her son filled her bowels with his cum.

"The night didn't end there. Whenever the mother was finished with whoever was fucking her, she sought out her boys. They'd make eye contact through the throng. An understanding would pass between them, and the boys would make their way to her.

"That woman fucked her sons as roughly as anyone else, but with them she was also tender. She'd cradle them as they fucked her ass like jackrabbits. It was as though she had just found her sons again after years apart.

"After the party died down, the sons helped walk their wobbly-legged mother back to their camp. The next day when we traveled, they didn't speak much with us or each other, as though the realization of what they'd done had sunk in. When night came, none returned to our encampment. We were worried we'd gone too far.

"After talking it over, we felt like we'd owed them an apology, so some of us headed to their camp, but what did we see when we peeked in their tent? That woman was astride one of her sons with his cock buried deep in her rectum, and she was riding him as though he were an angry stallion. Each son took a turn with her. When each would finish, they'd stand over her and have her suck their cocks clean while she rode another son.

"Even after all five had a turn with her, they weren't done. They pushed their mother onto her back and...

took turns stretching her out by forcing their fists up her ass."

tied her down. Then they raped her ass with a splintery wagon spoke."

"That's horrible," Euna says. "Why would they do that?"

"Because their mother wanted it. When they showed her the wheel spoke, she ordered them to tie her down first, so she couldn't escape when they showed her ass no mercy.

"Two boys pulled her legs back over her head while a third jammed the spoke in her ass. Oh, how she screamed. Tears streamed down her face as the boy churned her guts like butter. In between her hollering, she would yell at her boys to punish their wicked mother. They took turns as their arms got tired. The next boy would pause only long enough to pluck the worst of the splinters from his mothers anal ring, then he'd stab into her again and punish her rectum.

"Did their fists even fit?" Euna asks.

"They made them fit. Their mother grunted and grimaced as she pushed back against their invading hands, but soon enough, her asshole swallowed their fists up to their wrists. Each boy punched into her ass until their arm tired, then another would take over. She kept grabbing their wrists and pulling them deeper into herself.

"I and the others decided to leave them in peace. It was clearly a very tender moment for them."

"Oh sure," Euna says. "It sounds like it."

"The next night, the woman and her boys came over together. There was no shyness anymore. They joined in as though they were one of us, but when that woman first bent over and exposed her rump for the first man to mount her, her ass was already drooling cum and blood. and gaping open. She and her boys had had their private fun before heading over. And at the end of the night, after the boys had their share of the troupe girls, and the mother had countless loads of cum injected into her rectum, she and her boys had one final time together before all of us.

"And that's how it went every night. She'd start and end with her own sons. The boys were certainly virile lads, but that woman was a true-born anal slut. No matter how raw and cum-drenched her asshole became, she always needed more."

"So you and your fellow troupees corrupted her," Euna says. "You dragged an honest, hard-working woman and her family down into your depravity."

"I prefer to see it as helping a poor widow to finally enjoy her sexual needs, and bringing family closer together than they'd ever been before. They may be perverted now, but I really believe they were much happier afterward. Would you say that was wrong?"

"It seems like it should be. Incest is a sin."

"In some societies maybe. Your church certainly sees it that way, but then again, they see nudity as a sin too, and some types of clothing. I've met some very forward thinking civilizations where incest was not only acceptable, but encouraged. It fosters family unity."

"But incest can produce abominations."

"They're not abominations, but they do have weak blood. Either way, it's easy to avoid quickening a woman's womb. Take that mother. She was an anal girl through and through. Even if she did let some men take her vaginally, she never let her sons. So what's the harm?"

Euna puzzles this. "I don't know. It still seems wrong, but maybe that's just my upbringing. I must dwell on this. What became of that woman and her sons?"

"They joined the Prowling Lilins. They had their own acts, and the mother sometimes worked with the other groups."

"They left us once they reached the city, but their family was forever different."

"If the boys saw their mother, or if their mother saw her boys, it might turn each other off."

"It makes sense," Euna says.

"Helda and Vecta agreed to keep the boys busy each night. It wasn't exactly a chore for them. They got five young lads all to themselves who'd treated them roughly, just like they preferred. They convinced the boys that the troupe doesn't actually like entertaining outsiders. So the boys never ventured past the Suffering Sisters' cage.

"Meanwhile, their mother would creep into the main tent with us. There, she would get the buggery she craved. Night after night, countless men would ream her asshole and she'd go stumbling back to her tent hours later.

"You think it would have been enough to sate her, but every night she came back even hungrier for cock. She would ride stage hands and lie beneath countless gymnasts. All were satisfying her aching hole. She still needed something more, we finally gave it to her when one night she begged us to...

stretch her hole more."

abuse her hole until she bled."

The passage through the here is a winding trail leading through the mountains. At points, it's sandwiched between sheer rock walls, at other times, the trail is inching along a mountain face with a deadly precipice to one side.

It curves south, and it heads east back toward the ravine.

You're along a winding trail leading through the mountains.

You enter the valley north of the mountain range. The grass here is waist high. A few cattle and wild horses are scattered in groups far away. They keep their distance.

To your west is an old-looking, covered caravan cart at the edge of the valley.

To the south is the ravine between the mountains.

You're in the valley north of the mountain range.

"I think I can climb this." You heft the pick.

"Are you sure?" she asks.

"It'll be easy."

"What about me?"

"If I find a place to tie the rope, I can belay you up."

"You expect me to climb?" Euna looks at the wall with trepidation.

"You want to get into the city, right? Trust me, you'll be perfectly safe. Here. Let me tie the rope about you. Hike up your skirt."

"Excuse me?"

"I need to tie the rope about your legs. I can't do that unless you lift your skirt."

"I'll be indecent."

"And I'll be above you. So I won't see."

"But you'll certainly get an eyeful if you weave ropes between my legs."

"I can just tie the rope about your waist, but you might slip out. Or, maybe you'd like to tie the rope. Shall I teach you how to knot a harness?"

Huffing, she hikes her skirt, bringing the hem just short of revealing her ass. "Behave yourself."

"Of course, Your Highness." You weave the rope around her bare thighs and waist. The view is pleasing, but you don't linger. You tighten the harness, which causes the ropes to pull her skirt even higher. You get the briefest glimpse of a vaginal cleftYou get just a glimpse of her blond pubic bush before she frantically pulls the hem down. The harness is done, though it's awkward overtop her skirt.

You tie the other end of the rope to your waist and face the wall. After finding a hidden corner, you begin climbing, chiseling handholds as you go. It's simple work; climbing is your talent. Soon you crest the top.

You tie the rope to a crenelation and brace yourself to belay Euna. "Are you ready?"

Nervously, Euna approaches the wall. It takes her a while to get her feet off the ground, and when she does, she clings on for dear life, even though she's only a step off the ground.

You pull the slack out of the rope. "Let go."

"What?"

"Let go. See what happen."

Tentatively, she releases the wall. Instead of falling to the ground, she dangles as you support her weight. "You're perfectly safe. Just go slow, and I'll pull up the slack."

"Okay..." She climbs.

Her progress is glacial. Several times she slips, screams, and dangles, but through your coaching and encouraging, she finally reaches the top.

"My heavens," she says breathlessly. "You made that look so easy."

"Shall I lower you down the other side?"

She glances down at the featureless wall. "Yes."

You do so. She clutches the rope all the way. Once she's down, you loop the rope about the crenelation and lever yourself. At the bottom, you collect the rope.

"There!" you say. "We're in. Shall we explore?"

"What do we do if anyone stops us?"

"Tell them you're a visiting noble, Lady Euna, and I am your loyal escort. You left your signet with your sister."

"And what about you?" She points out your worn-out tunic. "What are you supposed to be?"

"I'm just your loyal manservant."

"I'm the devilish tramp who stole your heart. We eloped."

You arrive at a point where the woods end. Before you is a great marble wall running perpendicular to the mountain. It's in impeccable condition, as though built yesterday, and it glimmers brightly enough to hurt your eyes. The sounds of a city come from beyond it.

Since it's nearly thirty feet tall and perfectly smooth, you can't climb it, not without proper tools anyway.

You return to the wall. It's as large and impressive as ever.

It extends north into the mountains, and south. To the east is the jungle.

You attempt to trek north into the mountain. Though you don't get far, you can see at the mountain's very peak is a keep of black granite, far removed from the white-walled city far below both in distance and in design. This keep is menacing and uninviting. It's spires end in sharp points. It's walls are defensible.

Whatever keep that is, you cannot reach it from here. The mountain here is too steep to climb.

You must turn back.

You start off climbing up the wall when Euna stops.

"How am I supposed to follow?" she asks.

"Do you think you could use the handholds too?"

Startled, she looks at you. "Do you recall how many times I fell before? I'd die without you holding me up."

"Hmm." You hop down. "I suppose not then."

You arrive at a waterfall which flows down from the mountains and feeds the river. The water roars as it crashes into the rocks at the bottom.

Steep rock wall blocks the north and east. It extends off to the west.

You're at the waterfall.

You can follow the wall west, or climb north up the cliffside to the top of the waterfall. It looks tricky, but not impossible.

Or you can go west, or take the mountain path heading north to the altar.

Bestiality

This path goes down the path of sex with animals. It only has two tiers, the last of which involves willful copulation with beasts. However, it pairs with other fetishes for more extreme content, such as Size for larger animals, or Filth for dirty animals, and dirty practices with animals.

  1. beast-curious
  2. beast-loving

Reaching beast-curious

This is the 1st tier of Bestiality.

Like most first-level fetish tiers, this one is unlocked by the stories and conversations Euna is exposed to.

Accomplish at least 2 of the following experiences.

  • From storytelling
    • In The Chicken Coop, mention how the boys brought out a hound, and how Aileen wasn't afraid.
    • In Three Well Endowed Ladies, talk about Volga and how she got her cock from her favorite stallion.
    • In The Traveling Widow, talk about the widow's need to stretch her ass. Later talk about her prowling of stables for large enough dicks to satisfy her.
  • When first meeting Lanx and Fira, opt to stay around and watch Fira test the tonic on the bull.

To promote

First, Euna must be lewd.

She'll automatically promote one night after musing on the topic.

Next tier: beast-loving

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Reaching beast-loving

This is the 2nd tier of Bestiality. Before you can start unlocking this, Euna must first be beast-curious.

Once this tier is unlocked, Euna will have no hesitations about copulating with animals.

Accomplish at least 2 of the following experiences.

  • From storytelling
  • In the caverns, forge through the akkoro nest by having Euna simply try to walk through and get molested. She must be loose before she'll agree to do this.
  • Lanx will ask for help on collecting animal salts. Agree, even after learning that animal salts means horse semen.
    • After Euna and Fira have collected animal salts from one horse, agree with Lanx that they need to do another. Results in one extra point, and also a promiscuous point.

To promote

First, Euna must be promiscuous.

Encourage her to play around with a horse without the pretext of gathering alchemical supplies. Do this by gathering animal salts for Lanx, then encouraging her to milk one more stallion even after the jar is full.

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Dominance

  1. dominant

Reaching dominant

This is the 1st tier of Dominance.

At this level of dominance, she will find pleasure in taking control during sex. This results in some new options being available, but more often, it results in Euna taking the lead and engaging in lewd behavior without giving you a choice in the matter. That's the price of having a dominant partner.

She'll still defer to you on many matters sexual, especially when engaging in activities new to her.

Accomplish at least 3 more of these experiences than submissive experiences.

  • From storytelling
  • As part of the lewd promotion, after the old woman yells at her, have sex with her in the alley, then offer to clean her with your tongue.
  • Spend time with Lanx and Fira, then make Lanx clean his own cauldron.
  • After Euna becomes promiscuous by playing with Lanx, she'll demand you satisfy her on the way home. Comply. This will only occur if Euna is already trending toward dominance.
  • When returning home from meeting Lanx and Fira for the first time. Euna will thank you for carrying all the junk. Tell her making her happy makes you happy.
  • After climbing the wall into Cockaigne, suggest maintaining the ruse that you're her personal servant.

To promote

First, Euna must be lewd.

Tell her the campfire story about her mother (which unlocks once she's near to having enough experience), she'll promote during an automatic morning event.

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Reaching strict

This is the 2nd tier of Dominance. Before you can start unlocking this, Euna must first be dominant.

Accomplish at least 2 of the following experiences.

  • After Euna becomes promiscuous by playing with Lanx, she'll demand you satisfy her on the way home. Comply. This will only occur if Euna is already trending toward dominance.

To promote

First, Euna must be promiscuous.

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Filth and Waste

This includes all nasty or disgusting practices. At low levels, this includes anal play of various sorts, poor hygiene. Higher levels lead to watersports. This will be expanded in later releases to include even filthier practices. See specific levels for details.

  1. dirt-curious
  2. kinky
  3. dirty
  4. filthy

Reaching dirt-curious

This is the 1st tier of Filth and Waste.

Accomplish at least 2 of the following experiences.

To promote

First, Euna must be curious.

Next tier: kinky

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Reaching kinky

This is the 2nd tier of Filth and Waste. Before you can start unlocking this, Euna must first be dirt-curious.

At this level, Euna will engage in anal play. She'll also be willing to experiment with dirty sexual practices like watersports, rimming, and other mild forms.

Accomplish at least 2 of the following experiences.

  • From storytelling
  • During sex
    • When going down on Euna, try to tongue her ass.
    • Use Euna's breasts to give yourself a boob job.
    • Go down on Euna after she's had sex during the day hasn't since bathed.
  • At the Siren's Bounty, order the whitecapped plate. Euna must be adventurous before she'll try it.

To promote

First, Euna must be adventurous.

Have anal sex with Euna. You'll first need to warm her up by either fingering her butt or rimming her.

Next tier: dirty

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Reaching dirty

This is the 3rd tier of Filth and Waste. Before you can start unlocking this, Euna must first be kinky.

At this level, Euna enjoys getting messy. The idea of tasting and consuming filth is starting to appeal to her.

Accomplish at least 2 of the following experiences.

  • From storytelling
    • In The Tsaritsa, say how Yelena was into filth play, and that it got much dirtier than she imagines.
    • In Selia and the Master, talk about cleaning chamberpots, then suggest that Selia was forced to deal with solid waste.
  • During sex
    • Have Euna give you head, then recommend she try rimming you. You must have already taught her proper fellatio technique.
    • Have Euna give you a tit job after anal sex.
  • Spy on Euna when she bathes. After she experiments with urination, confront her about it that night at dinner.
  • At the Siren's Bounty, have the wench whitecap Euna. Euna must be lewd.
  • Urinate on Euna in the glade. This requires her to be lewd, and you must take her clothes off and have sex with her first.
  • Once Euna is whorish, have her have sex with Blind and Bearded, then have her tongue clean them. You may need her to interact with them a few times before "Slum" sexual encounters are available.

To promote

First, Euna must be lewd.

Get Euna to indulge in uncleanliness. Once you have enough experience, you can instruct Euna not to bathe in the mornings. After that, you must get her filthy enough that it pushes her resolve. This involves getting her dirty in at least three ways.

  • Get Euna sweaty. There are many ways to do this, but the simplest is to have her climb the wall or dance at the festival.
  • Cum on her tits, or have someone else cum on her tits.
  • Cum on her face, or get someone else to do so. (It doesn't have to be a male.)
  • Get her pissed on. Easiest way will be to do it yourself at the glade.
  • Have yourself or someone else cum inside her vagina.
  • Or also inside her ass.

If you have her dirty enough, she'll promote next morning you tell her not to take a bath. Otherwise, she'll keep her current progress and you can keep trying.

Next tier: filthy

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Reaching filthy

This is the 4th tier of Filth and Waste. Before you can start unlocking this, Euna must first be dirty.

At this level, Euna enjoys performing disgusting or perverse acts simply for the sake of it. She enjoys wallowing in filth.

Accomplish at least 2 of the following experiences.

  • From storytelling
    • In The Tsaritsa, say how Yelena was into filth play, and that it got much dirtier than she imagines.
    • In The Traveling Widow, keep her separated from her sons, later talk about her broken ass, and about her incontinence.
  • During sex
    • After anal, pull out and have her give you head.
    • Piss on Euna's tits, and then redirect to her face. Initiates drinking. This must be done in the glade.
    • After anal with cock or fist, attempt vaginal penetration.

To promote

First, Euna must be promiscuous.

Lanx and Fira will have a job for you to collect bodily fluids from various strangers. There are 7 in total. You need 4.

  • Blood: Observe the Simori nun in the slums and wait to see what happens. After she's arrested, go to the barracks that same day and collect the blood.
  • Cum: This can be collected at the festival, the slums, or the red-light disctrict in the docks.
  • Feces: Find Blind and Bearded at the slum. Offer to empty Blind's pot for him. Wait on Bearded as well.
  • Female Ejaculate: Get a Whitecapped Special at the Siren's Bounty. You need to have gotten it at least once already before the option to collect it comes up. If you don't have enough money, perform at the Bounty to earn coin.
  • Milk: Ask Shirina after you've seen her use her own milk to make Boza. If you haven't, just visit her day after day until she does.
  • Saliva: Obtained from Gisèle in the red-light district at the Cove, but first, you'll have to have followed her lessons. Deepthroating requires a lesson followed by days of Euna practicing alone, then you can take her spit-play lesson. Each lesson, including collecting spit, requires 5 rubles.
  • Urine: Find Blind and Bearded at the slum. Offer to empty Blind's pot for him.

Once you have enough, take them back to Lanx and Fira. Deliver the resulting tonic to the the Pincoy, a ship in the Cove's wharf. Euna will promote as a result of that event.

Afterward, you can talk with Lanx and Fira about the outcome for a short followup event.

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Incest

This path involves incestual sex. It has two tiers. Euna needs the first tier to be comfortable with other people engaging in incest. She needs the second to be interested in engaging with her own family.

  1. incest-curious
  2. incestuous

Reaching incest-curious

This is the 1st tier of Incest.

Like most first-level fetish tiers, this one is unlocked by the stories and conversations Euna is exposed to.

Euna is not repulsed by the idea of incest. While she won't necessarily engage in it herself, she will feel no necessity to hide her sexuality from her own family. She may openly discuss and encourage sex with them.

Also, she'll have no qualms with people who do engage in incest, or engaging sexually with them.

Accomplish at least 2 of the following experiences.

  • From storytelling
    • In The Chicken Coop, make Euna admit she wants to hear about her sister's sex life before you agree to tell her the story.
    • In Three Well Endowed Ladies, talk about Volga and how she got her cock from her father.
    • In The Tsaritsa, talk about Yelena's pregnancy, and how she also engaged her husband's political rivals. When this leads to the revelation about Euna's half-brother, talk about how you'd like to spy on that.
    • In The Traveling Widow, talk about how the Prowling Lilins played a prank on the mother and her sons.

To promote

First, Euna must be lewd.

She'll automatically promote one night after musing on the topic.

Next tier: incestuous

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Reaching incestuous

This is the 2nd tier of Incest. Before you can start unlocking this, Euna must first be incest-curious.

Euna will knowingly engage in sexual acts with her own family. After unlocking, this tier will have no noticeable effect on the story unless Euna should get back home. It then unlocks extra content in the final scenes.

Accomplish at least 2 of the following experiences.

  • From storytelling
  • There's a random encounter in Cockaigne where a young lad stands outside an alley and invites you to help him punish his sisters.
    • Agreeing gives you one experience.
    • Finishing the scene by suggesting the lad be the final man gives a second experience.

To promote

First, Euna must be promiscuous.

Once eligible, a campfire story will unlock which automatically leads to Euna's promotion.

Note: Euna also be perverted in general. The sum total of all her levels in the other fetishes must be greater than 7. Though you'll most likely hit this threshold naturally. If the campfire story isn't happening, chances are you just need to pervert Euna some more in any way.

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Lactation

This is the milk fetish path. It only has two tiers. The first represents Euna's willingness to engage in erotic milk play. The second will represent Euna's willingness to lactate herself (this is not implemented yet).

  1. lactation-curious

Reaching lactation-curious

This is the 1st tier of Lactation.

Accomplish at least 2 of the following experiences.

  • At the city feast, accept milk in your cup of boza when Shirina offers.
  • here's a random encounter in Cockaigne where you encounter a woman raining breastmilk on a crowd. Participate.
  • In a conversation with Lanx and Fira, discuss Fira's breasts and mention that her lactating is sexy.

To promote

First, Euna must be lewd.

Eat at the banquet in the city. If you've seen the hostess serve boza before, you'll see it again, only she'll struggle. Have Euna "assist".

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Size, Stretching, and Large Insertions

This path includes subjects such as fisting or stretching of holes. The farther Euna progresses down this path, the larger objects she'll be able to take, becoming more and more of a size-queen.

  1. size-curious
  2. accommodating
  3. loose

Reaching size-curious

This is the 1st tier of Size, Stretching, and Large Insertions.

Accomplish at least 2 of the following experiences.

To promote

First, Euna must be curious.

Next tier: accommodating

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Reaching accommodating

This is the 2nd tier of Size, Stretching, and Large Insertions. Before you can start unlocking this, Euna must first be size-curious.

At this level, Euna is now able to take a fist, and willfully engage in stretching herself, instead of having to be convinced.

Accomplish at least 2 of the following experiences.

  • From storytelling
  • During sex
    • Use the runic pestle on her.
    • Finger Euna, and keep trying to force more fingers.
  • Take Euna to the city feast. Eat and watch. When a group of men encourage Shirina to do her trick with a large sausage, stay and watch.

To promote

First, Euna must be adventurous.

Try and fist her during sex. Start by fingering her, and then work up from that.

Next tier: loose

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Reaching loose

This is the 3rd tier of Size, Stretching, and Large Insertions. Before you can start unlocking this, Euna must first be accommodating.

Accomplish at least 2 of the following experiences.

  • During sex
    • Fit the pestle in Euna's ass.
    • Try to fist Euna, not with oils, but rather by warming her up first.
  • After using the runic pestle in bed atleast once, use it during sex and leave it in. Make sure you have Lanx's ropes.
  • Eat at the city feast. A girl will want to have Shirina fit apples inside her. Dare Euna to try the same.
  • Take Euna to the daywither mushrooms in the mountains and encourage her to be lewd with them.

To promote

First, Euna must be lewd.

When going down on Euna, play with her ass and fit as many fingers as possible. You must have had anal sex with her before.

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Pain and Torture

This includes sadism and masochism. At low tiers this includes whipping, hair pulling, throat fucking and such. This will be expanded later to include gore, torture, and such. This fetish differs the most depending on whether Euna is Dominant or Submissive. Dominant Euna will enjoy inflicting pain, but she'll still savor pain as well.

  1. pain-curious
  2. rough
  3. painful
  4. abusive

Reaching pain-curious

This is the 1st tier of Pain and Torture.

Like most first-level fetish tiers, this one is unlocked by the stories and conversations Euna is exposed to.

Accomplish at least 2 of the following experiences.

To promote

First, Euna must be curious.

She'll automatically promote one night after musing on the topic.

Next tier: rough

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Reaching rough

This is the 2nd tier of Pain and Torture. Before you can start unlocking this, Euna must first be pain-curious.

Euna will enjoy light pain and BDSM in her sex at this level.

Accomplish at least 2 of the following experiences.

  • From storytelling
  • During sex
    • Perform an act of light BDSM (pull her hair, twist her nipple, spank her, etc...). Afterward, you won't be able to engage in any more light BDSM until she's ready to promote.
    • Deep-throating. First, you must have shown Euna must be pain-curious, and you must have shown her the basic tricks to giving head. Find a prostitute down by the docks named Gisèle. After paying for her lesson, give Euna three days to practice down by the river. (You can spy on her.) Afterward have her go down on you.
    • Tie Euna's hands up with the ropes from Lanx's climbing kit.
  • Collect nettles with Euna, complain about your stings, ask about her experiences, then dare her to see if she's as tolerant to them as she claims.
  • When climbing the wall into the city, run the rope between her legs.

To promote

First, Euna must be adventurous.

Have sex with her. Engage in more than one form of light BDSM (hair pulling, nipple twisting, spanking, ...). Afterward, she'll admit that she wants more.

Next tier: painful

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Reaching painful

This is the 3rd tier of Pain and Torture. Before you can start unlocking this, Euna must first be rough.

Euna will enjoy light pain and BDSM in her sex at this level.

Accomplish at least 2 of the following experiences.

  • During sex
    • Experimentally punch Euna's stomach. You must first find the kids doing this in the city and ask if she's curious. If you said you don't get the appeal, stomach punching locks becomes unavailable for your playthrough.
    • Throat fuck her. This requires her to have learned how to deep throat you first. See previous tier for details.
  • After collecting nettles, whip her with them.
  • When wall climbing, after establishing a routine of tying the rope between her legs, rush her up the wall.

To promote

First, Euna must be lewd.

She will express interest in playing with ropes after dinner. If you have the climbing kit (or after you get it), it'll engage a scene which will end with her promotion.

Next tier: abusive

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Reaching abusive

This is the 4th tier of Pain and Torture. Before you can start unlocking this, Euna must first be painful.

Currently locked.

Accomplish at least 2 of the following experiences.

  • During sex
    • Punch Euna's stomach extra hard. You must have seen people in town punching each other and then expressed interest.
    • Bind Euna's breasts.
  • After collecting Nettles, have Euna test herself.

To promote

First, Euna must be promiscuous.

Offer to take the nun's place when she gets arrested by the guard. Before this is available, you need to have witnessed the nun enter the city, and then later that day find her at the barracks being punished, or you must ask her what happens to her when she's arrested.The results of taking the nun's place vary widely depending on whether Euna is dom or sub. If she's neither, then this event will make her one or the other, depending on which one she's closer to.

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Submission

  1. submissive

Reaching submissive

This is the 1st tier of Submission.

At this level of submissiveness, she will find pleasure in taking orders during sexual hijinks, and can be made to do things she's not used to, which can make perverting her easier. However, she doesn't extend this submission outside of sex very much, and she'll still refuse to do certain things that she's not okay with.

Accomplish at least 3 more of these experiences than dominant experiences.

  • From storytelling
  • As part of the lewd promotion, after the old woman yells at her, have sex with her in the alley, then forbid her to wipe away your cum until you're out of the city.
  • After offering Euna to the merchant for information on the brooch, offer her to more men, then deny her her orgasm reward.
  • Spend time with Lanx and Fira, then make Euna clean the cauldron.
  • After Euna becomes promiscuous by playing with Lanx, she'll offer to satisfy you on the way home. Comply. This will only occur if Euna is already trending toward submission.
  • When returning home from meeting Lanx and Fira for the first time. Euna will thank you for carrying all the junk. Tell her you deserve a reward.
  • After climbing the wall into Cockaigne, suggest maintaining the ruse that you're a charismatic tramp she fell hopelessly in love with.

To promote

First, Euna must be lewd.

Tell her the campfire story about her mother (which unlocks once she's near to having enough experience), she'll promote during an automatic morning event.

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Reaching obedient

This is the 2nd tier of Submission. Before you can start unlocking this, Euna must first be submissive.

Accomplish at least 2 of the following experiences.

  • After offering Euna to the merchant for information on the brooch, offer her to more men, then deny her her orgasm reward.
  • After Euna becomes promiscuous by playing with Lanx, she'll offer to satisfy you on the way home. Comply. This will only occur if Euna is already trending toward submission.

To promote

First, Euna must be promiscuous.

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Insects, Rodents, and Vermin

Euna will indulge including ants (and in theory roaches, rats, fleas, sandfleas, ticks, botflies, and lice) as part of her sexual antics. Many of these rodents require other fetishes to work.

  1. infested

Reaching infested

This is the 1st tier of Insects, Rodents, and Vermin.

This is Vermin's ony tier at the moment. Once reached, it results in a full unlocking of the fetish.

Accomplish at least 2 of the following experiences.

To promote

First, Euna must be lewd.

Go to the glade and use Daywither slime to fist her, or have anal sex with her. Ants will notice the slime and move to collect it. Encourage this until she promotes.

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General Promiscuity

This track represents Euna's general promiscuity. It does include the fetishes of exhibitionism, multiple sex partners, and general adventurousness. Each level has more details.

  1. curious
  2. adventurous
  3. lewd
  4. promiscuous
  5. whorish

Reaching curious

This is the 1st tier of General Promiscuity.

This tier represents Euna's first venture into exploring her sexuality.

To promote

Unlocking it simple. Follow the story until Euna gets the Lyre, then put on a performance at the city festival. Euna will sleep with you that night. That's it.

Next tier: adventurous

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Reaching adventurous

This is the 2nd tier of General Promiscuity. Before you can start unlocking this, Euna must first be curious.

Accomplish at least 3 of the following experiences.

  • From storytelling
  • During sex
    • If you've gone down on Euna before, have her go down on you.
    • Use Euna's breasts to give yourself a boob job.
    • Go down on Euna.
  • During the berry game, push Euna's limits. Either by warming Euna up, and eating a berry from her cleavage, or by making her jealous by kissing Salma, and then playing again another day and trying to kiss Salma again.
  • If Euna tosses away the item found at the altar site, you'll find it five days later at the cliffside. Experience is gained when Euna relents and decides to keep such a sordid item.
  • In the glade, undress her. Have sex with her.
  • Visit Lanx, offer to stick around, then let either Lanx or Fira clean the cauldron.
  • Climb the wall outside the city, and insist Euna remove her skirt for safety.

To promote

Spy on her when she goes to bathe. Admit to it that night.

Next tier: lewd

Back

Reaching lewd

This is the 3rd tier of General Promiscuity. Before you can start unlocking this, Euna must first be adventurous.

Accomplish at least 3 of the following experiences.

  • During sex
    • When she's giving you head, let her know it's not very good.
  • At the glade, undress her before sex, then steal her chemise afterward.
  • Visit Lanx. offer to stick around, then let either Lanx or Fira clean the cauldron.
  • Have Euna flirt her way past the city gates.
  • When you climb the wall into the city, insist Euna strip.

To promote

At the city festival, suggest enjoying yourselves. It will evolve from there.

Next tier: promiscuous

Back

Reaching promiscuous

This is the 4th tier of General Promiscuity. Before you can start unlocking this, Euna must first be lewd.

Accomplish at least 3 of the following experiences.

  • Go dancing at the festival and pass her off to other dance partners.
  • At the Siren's Bounty, have the wench whitecap Euna. Euna must be lewd.
  • When flirting her way into the city, let the guards grope her. This option won't show up until after a couple passes.
  • Talk to the vagrants at the slums. Let the blind man feel Euna's face, and then tell Euna to let him feel even more.

To promote

When helping Lanx with cleaning, go with Fira and leave him alone with her.

Next tier: whorish

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Reaching whorish

This is the 5th tier of General Promiscuity. Before you can start unlocking this, Euna must first be promiscuous.

Accomplish at least 3 of the following experiences.

  • From storytelling
    • In The Tsaritsa, choose to tell her about the sheer number of sexual partners her mother has had.
  • At the city feast, ask Shirina about how much of a bother it is humoring the people, then offer Euna to take her place.
  • At the cove market, when arguing about the brooch, offer Euna to the merchant in exchange for the information. Afterward, find her more men to sate her lust. This may result in two experience if she's never sucked anyone off before.
  • Euna must bribe someone with a sexual favor (not just a grope or a flash). This could be with the guards at the city gate, the merchant at the docks, or other people.
  • Drug the sorceress with the potion of lust, then seduce her. When Euna indicates the jewel, have sex with the sorceress instead.
  • Have Euna have sex with Slug (or at least try). You must talk to him before learning where the sorceress keeps the jewel. Ask him where. He'll ask for Euna to suck him off. Then he'll ask for sex. Do both.
  • Have her flash the old man on the beach so he'll listen to you.
  • Offer to let Bearded and Blind feel Euna up to see her. Not just her breasts, but also her intimates.

To promote

Challenge Damien to dice and offer Euna as your bet, then lose on purpose. If you've already defeated Damien at dice, then once a week, when Damien insists you've overstayed your welcome, offer Euna as a means of paying for more time.

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var Arr = function(arrayString, delimiter) {
	Array.call(this);
	if (delimiter) {
		Object.defineProperty(this, 'delimiter', {
			writable: true,
			value: delimiter
		});
	}
	Object.defineProperty(this, 'length', {
		writable: true,
		value: 0
	});
	parseString(this, arrayString, this.delimiter || defaultDelimiter);
}

module.exports = Arr;
Arr.prototype = Object.create(Array.prototype);

var defaultDelimiter = '.';

function define(name, value) {
	Object.defineProperty(Arr.prototype, name, {
		enumerable: false,
		writable: true,
		value: value});
};

Arr.parse = function(arrayString, delimiter) {
	return parseString([], arrayString, delimiter || defaultDelimiter);
};

Arr.stringify = function(array, delimiter) {
	return Arr.prototype.toString.call(array, delimiter);
}

define('toString', function(delimiter) {
	delimiter = delimiter || this.delimiter || defaultDelimiter;
	var anyNonEmpty = false;
	var rtn = this.map(function(elem) {
		var str = elem.toString();
		anyNonEmpty = anyNonEmpty || (str.length > 0);
		return escapeString(str, delimiter);
	}).join(delimiter);
	// Special case.
	// Arrays of empty strings need an extra dot or else they
	// lose one element when stringified and back
	if (!anyNonEmpty && this.length > 0) { rtn += delimiter; };
	return rtn;
});

define('empty', function() {
	return this.length == 0;
});

define('last', function() {
	return this[this.length-1];
});

define('add', function() {
	//Prevent duplicates and empties when possible
	var args = Array.prototype.filter.call(arguments, function(tag) {
		return tag && (this.indexOf(tag) < 0);
	}, this );
	Array.prototype.push.apply(this, args);
});

define('remove', function() {
	for(var i=0; i<arguments.length; i++) {
		var item = arguments[i];
		var index = this.indexOf(item);
		if (index >= 0) {
			this.splice(index, 1);
		}
	}
});

function escapeString(string, delimiter) {
	var str = '';
	for (var i=0; i<string.length;i++) {
		var c = string.charAt(i);
		if (c=='~' || c==delimiter) {
			str = str+'~'+c;
		} else {
			str = str+c;
		}
	}
	return str;
}

function parseString(array, tagString, delimiter) {
	if (tagString) {
		var str = '';
		var escaped = false;
		var anyNonEmpty = false;
		for (var i=0; i<tagString.length;i++) {
			var c = tagString.charAt(i);
			if (escaped) {
				str += c;
				anyNonEmpty = true;
				escaped = false;
			} else {
				if (c=='~') {
					escaped = true;
				} else if (c==delimiter) {
					array.push(str);
					str = '';
				} else {
					anyNonEmpty = true;
					str += c;
				}
			}
		}
		// Special case. Don't add the last thing if we have only
		// empty strings. '' -> [], '.' -> ['']
		if (anyNonEmpty) {
			array.push(str);
		}
	}
	return array;
}
// Those last two characters can be: -._~
var base64map ='0123456789abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ_!';

exports.to64 = function(number, bitsPerByte) {
	number = number || 0;
	bitsPerByte = bitsPerByte || 6;
	var rtnString = '';
	var mask = (1 << bitsPerByte) - 1;
	while (number > 0) {
		rtnString = base64map[number & mask] + rtnString;
		number >>= bitsPerByte;
	}
	return rtnString || '0';
};

exports.parse64 = function(string, bitsPerByte) {
	var rtnNumber = 0;
	bitsPerByte = bitsPerByte || 6;
	for (var i = 0; i < string.length; i++) {
		rtnNumber <<= bitsPerByte;
		var bit = base64map.indexOf(string[i]);
		if (bit < 0) {
			throw new Error("base64 error: Illegal character: '"+string[i]+"'");
		}
		rtnNumber += bit;
	}
	return rtnNumber;
};
var base64 = require('./base64');

var BitField = function(string, bitsPerByte) {
	bitsPerByte = Math.max(1, Math.min(6, bitsPerByte || 6));
	this.bitsPerByte = bitsPerByte;
	// 30 is the maximum number of bits. Not Number.MAX_SAFE_INTEGER or
	// whatever, because we're using bitwise operations, which convert
	// to int32. 31 bits and one sign bit. I use 30 to be safer.
	this.bytesPerChunk = Math.floor(30 / bitsPerByte);
	this.bitsPerChunk = bitsPerByte * this.bytesPerChunk;
	this.codeArray = this.unpack(string);
}

module.exports = BitField;

BitField.prototype.unpack = function(string) {
	var stringCode = string || '0';
	var codeArray = [];
	while (stringCode.length > this.bytesPerChunk) {
		var cutPoint = stringCode.length - this.bytesPerChunk;
		var endChunk = stringCode.substr(cutPoint);
		codeArray.push(this.numberfyChunk(endChunk));
		stringCode = stringCode.substr(0, cutPoint);
	}
	codeArray.push(this.numberfyChunk(stringCode));
	return codeArray;
}

BitField.prototype.toString = function() {
	var stringCode = '';
	for (var i = this.codeArray.length-1; i >= 0; --i) {
		var strChunk = this.stringifyChunk(this.codeArray[i]);
		if (i != this.codeArray.length - 1) {
			strChunk = BitField.pad_number(strChunk, this.bytesPerChunk);
		}
		stringCode += strChunk
	}
	return stringCode.replace(/^0+(.)/, '$1');
};

BitField.prototype.isSet = function(index, range, number) {
	if (index < 0) {
		return false;
	}
	var state = this.getRange(index, range || 1);
	return state >= (number || 1);
}

BitField.prototype.set = function(/*(index, range, number) ...*/) {
	for (var i = 0; i < arguments.length; i+=3) {
		var index = arguments[i];
		var range = arguments[i+1] || 1;
		var number = arguments[i+2] || 1;
		if (index >= 0) {
			if (this.getRange(index, range) < number) {
				this.setRange(index, range, number);
			}
		}
	}
}

BitField.prototype.reset = function(/*(index, range, number) ...*/) {
	for (var i = 0; i < arguments.length; i+=3) {
		var index = arguments[i];
		var range = arguments[i+1] || 1;
		var number = arguments[i+2] || 1;
		if (index >= 0) {
			if (this.getRange(index, range) >= number) {
				this.setRange(index, range, number-1);
			}
		}
	}
};

BitField.prototype.getRange = function(index, range) {
	var value = 0;
	for (var i = (index+range)-1; i >= index; i--) {
		var chunkIndex = Math.floor(i / this.bitsPerChunk);
		var bitIndex = i % this.bitsPerChunk;
		var bit = (this.codeArray[chunkIndex] >> bitIndex) & 1;
		value = (value * 2) + bit;
	}
	return value;
};

BitField.prototype.setRange = function(index, range, value) {
	for (var i = index; i < index+range; i++) {
		var chunkIndex = Math.floor(i / this.bitsPerChunk);
		var bitIndex = i % this.bitsPerChunk;
		var bit = value & 1;
		if (bit) {
			this.codeArray[chunkIndex] |= (1 << bitIndex);
		} else {
			this.codeArray[chunkIndex] &= ~(1 << bitIndex);
		}
		value = value >>= 1;
	}
};

BitField.prototype.stringifyChunk = function(number) {
	return base64.to64(number, this.bitsPerByte);
}

BitField.prototype.numberfyChunk = function(string) {
	return base64.parse64(string, this.bitsPerByte);
}

BitField.range = function(n, count) {
	return new Array(count+1).join(n);
}

BitField.pad_number = function(n, width) {
	n = n + '';
	return n.length >= width ?
		n:
		BitField.range('0', width - n.length) + n;
}
var utils = require('./utils');
var Page = require('./page');
var Link = require('./link');

function Book(document) {
	this.document = document;
	this.headers = makePages(this, 'cyoa-header');
	this.footers = makePages(this, 'cyoa-footer');
	var pages = this.document.getElementsByClassName('cyoa-page');
	this.pages = Object.create(null);
	for (var l=0; l<pages.length; l++) {
		var page = new Page(this, pages[l]);
		this.pages[page.id] = page;
		if (page.isDefault()) {
			this.defaultPage = page;
		}
	}
	// Gets called whenever user clicks link.
	// Method style (link, event)
	this.onlinkclick = undefined;
	var links = this.document.getElementsByClassName('tc-tiddlylink');
	var self = this;
	var clickFunc = function(event){processClickedLink(self, this, event);};
	for (var l=0; l<links.length; l++) {
		links[l].onclick = clickFunc;
	}
};

module.exports = Book;

function processClickedLink(book, domLink, event) {
	if (book.onlinkclick) {
		book.onlinkclick(new Link(book, domLink), event);
	};
};

function makePages(book, className) {
	var elements = book.document.getElementsByClassName(className);
	var pages = [];
	for (var i = 0; i < elements.length; i++) {
		pages.push(new Page(book, elements[i]));
	}
	return pages;
};

Book.prototype.getPage = function(title) {
	return this.pages[title];
};

Book.prototype.getPageOrDefault = function(title) {
	return this.getPage(title) || this.defaultPage;
}

Book.prototype.getStartPage = function() {
	var starts = this.document.getElementsByClassName('cyoa-start');
	if (starts.length == 0) {
		throw 'No starting page exists.'
	}
	if (starts.length > 1) {
		var ids = []
		for (var i = 0; i < starts.length; i++) {
			ids.push(starts[i].id);
		}
		utils.warn('There are multiple starting pages: '+ids);
	}
	// Maybe it should just return the element?
	return this.getPage(utils.decodePage(starts[0].id));
};

function onClickedLink() {
};

Book.prototype.closeAll = function() {
	var actives = this.document.getElementsByClassName('cyoa-active');
	// We convert the HTMLCollection to a list before iterating through it
	// because the HTMLCOllection is live, and would update after EVERY
	// classList modification.
	var array = Array.prototype.slice.call(actives, 0)
	for (var i = 0; i < array.length; i++) {
		array[i].classList.toggle('cyoa-active', false);
	}
};
var utils = require('./utils');
var Page = require('./page');
var Book = require('./book');

function Core(document, state, manager) {
	this.document = document;
	this.book = new Book(document);
	this.topPage = undefined;
	this.manager = manager;
	this.state = state;
	this.loadedLinks = [];
	this.afterPageCallback;
	var self = this;
	this.manager.onpageturn = function() {self.focus_on_page();};
	this.book.onlinkclick = function(link, event) {self.clicked_link(link, event);};
	this.document.addEventListener('keydown', function(e) {
		if (!e.ctrlKey && !e.metaKey &&
		    !e.shiftKey && !e.altKey && e.key.match(/[0-9]/)) {
			var num = parseInt(e.key);
			if (num <= self.loadedLinks.length) {
				self.loadedLinks[num-1].element.onclick(e);
			}
		}
	});
};

module.exports = Core;

Core.prototype.openBook = function(page) {
	// Close the start page, since it's open by default
	this.book.closeAll();
	this.focus_on_page(page);
};

Core.prototype.focus_on_page = function(page) {
	var self = this;
	utils.clearErrors(this.document);
	this.unpack_state();
	this.book.closeAll();
	this.loadedLinks = [];

	var currentPage = page || this.manager.getPage();
	if (!currentPage) {
		currentPage = this.book.getStartPage().title;
	}
	this.topPage = currentPage;

	utils.log('Page: ' + currentPage);

	for (var i=0; i < this.book.headers.length; i++) {
		var header = this.book.headers[i];
		if (header.test()) {
			header.execute();
		}
	}
	var page = this.book.getPageOrDefault(currentPage);
	while (page) {
		if (page.active) {
			var msg = '\''+page.title+'\' is already loaded';
			utils.error(new Error(msg));
		}
		page.execute();
		var pageLinks = page.getActiveLinks();
		this.loadedLinks = this.loadedLinks.concat(pageLinks);
		page = page.selectAppend();
		// TODO: Make better callback system than this janky piece
		//       of shit.
		if (this.afterPageCallback) {
			this.afterPageCallback();
		}
	}
	for (var i=0; i < this.book.footers.length; i++) {
		var footer = this.book.footers[i];
		if (footer.test()) {
			footer.execute();
		}
	}
	this.document.body.scrollTop=this.document.documentElement.scrollTop=0;
};

Core.prototype.afterPage = function(method) {
	this.afterPageCallback = method;
};

// Loads fresh state from the manager and distributes it for use.
Core.prototype.unpack_state = function() {
	var self = this;
	utils.safeCall(null,
		this.document,
		function(){self.state.deserialize(self.manager.getState());});
};

Core.prototype.clicked_link = function(linkNode, event) {
	var threw = false;
	if (linkNode.replaces) {
		// Refresh the state, undoing any changes
		this.unpack_state();
	}
	try {
		this.executeOnclickScripts(linkNode);
	} catch(err) {
		threw = true;
	}
	if (!threw) {
		utils.safeCall(this, this.document, function() {
			var newState;
			var href = this.resolveNextPage(linkNode, this.cyoa);
			if (href) {
				newState = this.state.serialize();
				this.manager.pushState(newState, href);
			}
		});
	}
	event.preventDefault();
}

Core.prototype.executeOnclickScripts = function(linkNode) {
	var allNodes = [];
	var title = this.topPage;
	// recurse up from where we clicked to find all enclosing cyoa states.
	while (linkNode) {
		title = linkNode.title;
		if (linkNode.isStateful) {
			allNodes.push(linkNode);
		}
		linkNode = linkNode.parent;
	}
	for (var i=allNodes.length-1; i>=0; i--) {
		allNodes[i].click();
	}
}

Core.prototype.resolveNextPage = function(linkElement, declares) {
	var next = undefined;
	if (linkElement.returns) {
		next = declares['return'];
		declares['return'] = undefined;
	}
	if (!next) {
		next = linkElement.to;
	}
	if (!next) {
		next = this.topPage;
	}
	return next? utils.encodePage(next): undefined;
}
exports.BitField = require("./bitfield");
exports.UriManager = require("./uriManager");
exports.State = require("./state");
exports.Array = require("./array");
exports.Map = require("./map");
exports.Core = require("./core");
exports.Book = require("./book");
exports.Page = require("./page");
exports.Node = require("./node");
exports.Link = require("./link");
exports.Version = require("./version");
exports.shuffle = require("./shuffle").shuffle;

exports.utils = require("./utils");
exports.scriptor = require("./scriptor");
exports.hash = require("./hash").hash;

exports.declare = function(state, variables) {
	state.declare(variables, "track", exports.BitField, {namespace: "cyoa", default: "0"});
	state.declare(variables, "convo", exports.Conversation, {namespace: "cyoa"});
	state.declare(variables, "stack", exports.Array, {namespace: "cyoa"});
	state.declare(variables, "log", String, {namespace: "cyoa"});
	state.declare(variables, "return", String, {namespace: "cyoa", default: undefined});
};
var primes=[56369, 34231, 64063, 14197, 32911, 61861, 28411, 263, 56569, 5749, 41659, 9649, 46499, 12853, 45343, 26513, 24481];

var prime = function(i) {
	return primes[i % primes.length];
}

function get16bits(str, index) {
	var char = str.charCodeAt(index);
	var char2 = str.charCodeAt(index+1);
	return (char << 8) + char2;
}

// Common and quick hash function ripped from the internets
exports.hash = function(str) {
	if (str.length <= 0) {
		return 0;
	}
	var hash = str.length, tmp;

	var len = 0;
	/* Main loop */
	while (len <= str.length-4) {
		hash  += get16bits(str, len);
		// The following line is my own addition to help increase cascading.
		hash = hash ^ (prime(hash) * prime(hash >> 5));
		tmp    = (get16bits(str, len+2) << 11) ^ hash;
		hash   = (hash << 16) ^ tmp;
		hash  += hash >> 11;
		len += 4;
	}

	/* Handle end cases */
	switch (str.length-len) {
	case 3:
		hash += get16bits (str, len);
		hash ^= hash << 16;
		hash ^= str.charCodeAt(len+2) << 18;
		hash += hash >> 11;
	case 2:
		hash += get16bits (str, len);
		hash ^= hash << 11;
		hash += hash >> 17;
	case 1:
		hash += str.charCodeAt(len);
		hash ^= hash << 10;
		hash += hash >> 1;
	}

	/* Force "avalanching" of final 127 bits */
	hash ^= hash << 3;
	hash += hash >> 5;
	hash ^= hash << 4;
	hash += hash >> 17;
	hash ^= hash << 25;
	hash += hash >> 6;

	return hash;
};
/*\
Represents a cyoa link, which is a type of node.
\*/

var Node = require('./node');
var utils = require('./utils');

var Link = function(book, element) {
	Node.apply(this, arguments);
};

module.exports = Link;
Link.prototype = Object.create(Node.prototype);

/* Returns a title */
Object.defineProperty( Link.prototype, "to", {
	get: function() {
		var href = this.element.getAttribute('href');
		href = utils.stripHash(href);
		// the href and uri use different encoding schemes,
		// so we got to decode/encode
		if (href) {
			return decodeURIComponent(href);
		}
		return undefined;
	}
});

Object.defineProperty( Link.prototype, 'replaces', {
	get: function() {
		return this.element.classList.contains('cyoa-replace');
	}
});

Object.defineProperty( Link.prototype, 'returns', {
	get: function() {
		return this.element.classList.contains('cyoa-return');
	}
});
var Map = function(mapString, delimiter) {
	parseString(this, mapString, this.delimiter || Map.defaultDelimiter);
};

module.exports = Map;
Map.prototype = Object.create(null);

Map.defaultDelimiter = '.';

function define(name, value) {
	Object.defineProperty(Map.prototype, name, {
		enumerable: false,
		writable: true,
		value: value});
};

define('toString', function(delimiter) {
	delimiter = delimiter || Map.defaultDelimiter;
	var array = [];
	for (var key in this) {
		var str = this.stringifyPair(key, this[key], delimiter);
		array.push(str);
	}
	// Special case.
	// Arrays of empty strings need an extra dot or else they
	// lose one element when stringified and back
	if (array.length == 1 && array[0] === '') {
		return delimiter;
	}
	return array.join(delimiter);
});

define('stringifyPair', function(key, value, delim) {
	var strKey = escapeString(key, delim);
	if (value === undefined) {
		return strKey;
	}
	return strKey +"("+ escapeString(value) +")";
});

function escapeString(string, delim) {
	if (string === null) {
		return "~n";
	}
	string = string.toString();
	var str = '';
	for (var i=0; i < string.length; i++) {
		var c = string.charAt(i);
		if (c=='~' || c=='(' || c==')' || c==delim) {
			str = str+'~'+c;
		} else {
			str = str+c;
		}
	}
	return str;
};

function parseString(map, mapString, delimiter) {
	if (mapString) {
		var	key = '',
			nest = 0,
			value = undefined,
			char_key = function(c) {
				if (c=='~') {
					state = char_keyEscaped;
				} else if (c=='(') {
					value = '';
					state = char_value;
				} else if (c==delimiter) {
					map[key] = undefined;
					key = '';
					state = char_key;
				} else {
					key += c;
				}
			},
			char_keyEscaped = function(c) {
				key += c;
				state = char_key;
			},
			char_value = function(c) {
				if (c=='~') {
					state = char_valueEscaped;
				} else if (c==')') {
					state = char_expectEnd;
				} else {
					value += c;
				}
			},
			char_valueEscaped = function(c) {
				if (c == 'n') {
					value = null;
				} else {
					value += c;
				}
				state = char_value;
			},
			char_expectEnd = function(c) {
				if (c != delimiter) {
					throw new Error(`map parse error: expected '${delimiter}' after key '${key}'`);
				}
				map[key] = value;
				key = '';
				value = undefined;
				state = char_key;
			},
			state = char_key;
		for (var i=0; i<mapString.length;i++) {
			state(mapString.charAt(i));
		}
		map[key] = value;
	}
	return map;
};
/*\
Represents a cyoa node, <$cyoa>, or <$div class="cyoa-state"/> in compile.
\*/

var utils = require('./utils');
var scriptor = require('./scriptor');
var hash = require('./hash');

var Node = function(book, element) {
	this.book = book;
	this.element = element;
};

module.exports = Node;

function getter(name, method) {
	Object.defineProperty( Node.prototype, name, { get: method });
}

getter("id", function() { return utils.decodePage(this.element.id); } );
getter("dependList", function() { return this.getPageList('data-depend'); } );
getter("weight", function() {
	var weight = parseInt(this.element.getAttribute('data-weight') || 1);
	return weight < 0? 0: weight;
} );
getter("isElse", function() { return this.element.classList.contains('cyoa-else'); } );
getter("isLink", function() { return this.element.classList.contains('tc-tiddlylink'); } );
getter("isStateful", function() { return this.element.classList.contains('cyoa-state'); } );
getter("parent", function() {
	var par = this.element.parentNode;
	if (!par || !par.classList) {
		return undefined;
	}
	if (par.classList.contains('cyoa-page')) {
		return this.book.getPage(par.id);
	} else {
		return new Node(this.book, par);
	}
});

Object.defineProperty(Node.prototype, 'active', {
	get: function() {
		return this.element.classList.contains('cyoa-active') || !this.isStateful;
	},
	set: function(visible) {
		this.element.classList.toggle('cyoa-active', visible);
	}
});

Node.prototype.getIndex = function() {
	return this.evalSnippet('index');
};

Node.prototype.getActiveLinks = function(activeLinks) {
	// This will contain a list of all active links on the given page which
	// are clickable. This is so we can make them correspond to number keys.
	activeLinks = activeLinks || [];
	if (this.active) {
		if (this.isLink) {
			// It's a link, and it's active.
			activeLinks.push(this);
		}
		for (var childElem = this.element.firstElementChild; childElem; childElem = childElem.nextElementSibling) {
			var child = new Node(this.book, childElem);
			child.getActiveLinks(activeLinks);
		}
	}
	return activeLinks;
};

/**This processes any snippets attached to the page, as well as processing
 * It's inner body.
 *
 * @param activeLinks: list which will be populated with list of active link
 *                     elements which should be keyed to hotkeys. If not
 *                     supplied, a fresh list is returned.
 * @returns: A list of link elements which should be keyed up to number keys.
 */
Node.prototype.execute = function() {
	if (this.isStateful) {
		this.active = true;
		var options = {arguments: {value: this.evalSnippet('set')}};
		this.evalSnippet('do', options);
		if (this.element.hasAttribute('data-write')) {
			var write = this.evalSnippet('write');
			this.element.innerHTML = write;
		} else {
			this.executeChildren();
		}
		this.evalSnippet('done', options);
	}
};

Node.prototype.executeChildren = function() {
	var index = this.getIndex();
	var iterator = new TreeIterator(this.book, this.element);
	var child;
	if (index !== undefined) {
		var selected = this.selectFromList(index, iterator);
		if (selected) {
			selected.execute();
		}
	} else {
		while (child = iterator.next()) {
			child.execute();
		}
	}
};

/**Selects an item from iterator given the index.
 * index can be an integer, string, or [int, string] pair
 */
Node.prototype.selectFromList = function(index, iterator) {
	var whiteList = [],
		item,
		weightedLength = 0;
	index = index || 0;
	switch (typeof index) {
	case "string":
		index = Math.abs(hash.hash(index));
		// no break;
	case "number":
		if (index < 0) {
			throw new Error('index cannot be less than zero ('+index+')');
		}
		while (item = iterator.next()) {
			weightedLength += item.weight;
			if (weightedLength > index) {
				return item;
			}
			whiteList.push(item);
		}
		break;
	default: //function
		while (item = iterator.next()) {
			weightedLength += item.weight;
			whiteList.push(item);
		}
		index = index(weightedLength);
	}
	index = index % weightedLength;
	var weightedIndex = 0;
	for (var i = 0; i < whiteList.length; i++) {
		weightedIndex += whiteList[i].weight;
		if (weightedIndex > index) {
			return whiteList[i];
		}
	}
	// This return is reached only if iterator was empty.
	return null;
};

/** This tests a $cyoa element or a $cyoa-page to see if it's "truthy",
 *  meaning all it's conditionals and dependencies evaulate to true and
 *  this can be rendered.
 *  Should have no side-effects.
 */
Node.prototype.test = function() {
	return recursiveTest(this, {});
};

/**This is private and wrapped by another method because
 * getting a bad arg can cause an infinit loop.
 */
function recursiveTest(node, visited) {
	if (!node.evalSnippet('if', {default: true})) {
		return false;
	}
	var pageList = node.dependList;
	if (pageList.length > 0) {
		// This works, even if the first element is a $cyoa widget.
		// That's because no elements visited after this will also
		// be a $cyoa widget, only pages with IDs.
		visited[node.title] = true;
		for (var i = 0; i < pageList.length; i++) {
			var otherPage = pageList[i];
			if (!visited[otherPage]) {
				var page = node.book.getPage(otherPage);
				if (recursiveTest(page, visited)) {
					return true;
				}
			}
		}
		return false;
	}
	return true;
};

Node.prototype.click = function() {
	this.evalSnippet('onclick', {rethrow: true});
};

/**Processes a layer of cyoa elements. Properly manages if/else branch chains.
 */
Node.prototype.evalSnippet = function(dataKey, options) {
	options = options || {}
	try {
		var rtn = options.default;
		var script = this.element.getAttribute('data-'+dataKey);
		if (script) {
			rtn = scriptor.evalAll(script, options.arguments);
			utils.log('Evaluating: '+dataKey+' ('+rtn+') ['+script+']');
		}
		return rtn;
	}
	catch(err) {
		var message = err.message || err.toString();
		err.message = '<i>'+dataKey+'</i> attribute failed ('+script+'): ' + message;
		utils.error(err);
		if (options.rethrow) {
			throw(err);
		}
		return false;
	}
};

Node.prototype.getPageList = function(attribute) {
	var str = this.element.getAttribute(attribute);
	if (str) {
		return str.split(' ').map(utils.decodePage);
	}
	return [];
};

function TreeIterator(book, element) {
	this.root = element;
	this.ptr = element.firstElementChild;
	this.book = book;
	this.skipElse = false;
};

TreeIterator.prototype.next = function() {
	while (this.ptr !== null) {
		var node = new Node(this.book, this.ptr);
		if (node.isStateful) {
			this.ptr = this.nextSibling(this.ptr);
			if (!this.skipElse || !node.isElse) {
				if (node.test()) {
					this.skipElse = true;
					return node;
				} else {
					this.skipElse = false;
				}
			}
		} else {
			this.ptr = this.ptr.firstElementChild || this.nextSibling(this.ptr);
		}
	}
	return null;
};

TreeIterator.prototype.nextSibling = function(ptr) {
	while (ptr.nextElementSibling === null) {
		ptr = ptr.parentNode;
		if (ptr === this.root) {
			return null;
		}
	}
	return ptr.nextElementSibling;
};
/*\
Represents a cyoa page.
\*/

var utils = require('./utils');
var Node = require('./node');

var Page = function(book, element) {
	Node.apply(this, arguments);
};

module.exports = Page;
Page.prototype = Object.create(Node.prototype);

function getter(name, method) {
	Object.defineProperty(Page.prototype, name, { get: method });
};

getter("title", function() { return utils.decodePage(this.element.id); } );
getter("appendList", function() { return this.getPageList('data-append'); } );
getter("isLink", function() { return false; } );
getter("isStateful", function() { return true; } );
getter("parent", function() { return undefined; } );

Page.prototype.isDefault = function() {
	return this.element.classList.contains('cyoa-default');
};

/** Page uses data-index a little differently than an ordinary node.
 *  If a page specifies an index, it's about appended pages, not nested nodes.
 */
Page.prototype.getAppendIndex = Node.prototype.getIndex;
Page.prototype.getIndex = function() { return undefined; };

/**By default, returns first appendPage whose conditions are true.
 * Takes an optional index method which selects the nth append page instead
 * of the first (index 0). Indexes larger than the available pages will be
 * modulo'ed down to size.
 */
Page.prototype.selectAppend = function(index) {
	var appendArray = this.appendList,
		iterator = new PageListIterator(this.book, appendArray);
	if (index === undefined) {
		index = this.getAppendIndex();
	}
	return this.selectFromList(index, iterator);
};

function PageListIterator(book, list) {
	this.list = list;
	this.book = book;
	this.index = 0;
};

PageListIterator.prototype.next = function() {
	while (this.index < this.list.length) {
		var title = this.list[this.index];
		this.index++;
		var page = this.book.getPage(title);
		if (!page) {
			var msg = 'append page \''+title+'\' does not exist.';
			utils.error(new Error(msg));
		} else {
			if (page.test()) {
				return page;
			}
		}
	}
	return null;
};
/*\
The scriptor module is responsible for all script evalation. This includes
packing and unpacking scripts, and executing them safely.
\*/

var StrArray = require('./array');

exports.pack = function(scripts) {
	if (typeof scripts === 'string') {
		scripts = [scripts];
	}
	var reducedScripts = scripts.filter(function(script) {
		return script;
	});
	if (reducedScripts.length == 0) { return null; }
	return StrArray.stringify(reducedScripts, ';');
};

exports.unpack = function(pack) {
	return StrArray.parse(pack, ';');
};

/**Evaluates a pack of javascript snippets.
 *
 * 'state' argument is a hash of variables that will be globally available during snippet execution.
 * returns an array of values corresponding to the returned values from each snippet.
 */
exports.eval = function(pack, state) {
	state = state || {};
	var keys = Object.keys(state);
	keys.unshift('__script__');
	keys.push('return eval(__script__)');
	var caller = Function.apply(Object.create(Function.prototype), keys);
	var packArray = exports.unpack(pack);
	var args = [null];
	for (var st in state) {
		args.push(state[st]);
	}
	var rtn = [];
	for (var i = 0; i < packArray.length; i++) {
		args[0] = packArray[i];
		rtn.push(caller.apply(this, args));
	}
	return rtn;
};

exports.evalAll = function(pack, state) {
	return exports.eval(pack, state).reduce(function(a, b) {
		return a && b;
	}, true);
}
/*\
Returns a function for shuffling. Used in index selection.
\*/

var hash = require('./hash');

exports.shuffle = function(index, seed) {
	return function(deckSize) {
		seed = seed.toString() + Math.floor(index / deckSize).toString();
		var array = [];
		for (var i = 0; i < deckSize; i++) {
			array.push(i);
		}
		var loopCount = Math.min(deckSize-2, index % deckSize);
		for (var i = 0; i <= loopCount; i++) {
			seed = Math.abs(hash.hash(seed.toString()));
			var j = (seed % (deckSize - i)) + i;
			var tmp = array[i];
			array[i] = array[j];
			array[j] = tmp;
		}
		return array[index % deckSize];
	};
};
var StrArray = require('./array');
var utils = require('./utils');

function State() {
	this.registry = {};
};

module.exports = State;

/**
 * Options:
 *   'default': This is a default value for when the uri query doesn't specify
 *              a value.
 *   'namespace': This is an optional namespace to avoid name collision.
 *                'cyoa' is reserved.
 */
State.prototype.declare = function(destination, name, type, options) {
	options = options || {};
	type = type || String;
	switch (type.name) {
		// This is compensating for what I THINK is a NodeJS bug.
		case "Number": type = Number; break;
		case "Boolean": type = Boolean; break;
		case "Array": type = Array; break;
		case "String": type = String; break;
	}
	var namespace = options.namespace || '';
	var def = (undefined !== options.default)?
		options.default:
		defaults(type);
	def = valueToString(def, type);
	var set = this.registry[name]=this.registry[name]|| Object.create(null);
	set[namespace] = {
		'dest': destination,
		'type': type,
		'def': def};
}

/** Deals with unique case where we want to alter a state string without
 *  instantiating anything else. This is used for opening menus on a new
 *  page without giving the existing state a chance to change.
 */
State.prototype.amend = function(stateString, statePairs) {
	var pack = parseStateString(stateString);
	pack = Object.assign(pack, statePairs);
	return  stringifyStateHash(pack);
};

State.prototype.deserialize = function(stateString) {
	var pack = parseStateString(stateString);
	this.unpack(pack);
}

State.prototype.unpack = function(stateTree) {
	for(var name in this.registry) {
		var set = this.registry[name];
		for (var namespace in set) {
			var obj = set[namespace];
			var path = getPath(namespace, name);
			var value = stateTree[path];
			if (undefined === value) {
				value = obj.def;
			}
			obj.dest[name] = fromString(value, obj.type);
		}
	}
}

State.prototype.serialize = function () {
	var pack = this.pack();
	return stringifyStateHash(pack);
}

State.prototype.pack = function() {
	var newState = {}
	for(var name in this.registry) {
		var set = this.registry[name];
		for(var namespace in set) {
			var obj = set[namespace];
			var path = getPath(namespace, name);
			var value = obj.dest[name];
			if (undefined !== value) {
				value = valueToString(value, obj.type);
				if (value != obj.def) {
					newState[path] = value;
				}
			}
		}
	}
	return newState;
}

function parseStateString(stateString) {
	var array = stateString? stateString.split('&'): [];
	var pack = {};
	for (var i = 0; i < array.length; i++) {
		var pair = array[i];
		var index = pair.indexOf('=');
		var key = utils.decodePage(pair.substring(0, index));
		var val = utils.decodePage(pair.substring(index+1));
		pack[key] = val;
	}
	return pack;
};

function stringifyStateHash(stateHash) {
	var array = [];
	for (var key in stateHash) {
		var encodedKey = utils.encodePage(key);
		var encodedVal = utils.encodePage(stateHash[key]);
		array.push(encodedKey+'='+encodedVal);
	}
	return array.join('&');
};

function valueToString(value, type) {
	if (Array.isArray(value)) {
		return StrArray.stringify(value);
	}
	if (Boolean === type) {
		var bool = parseBoolean(value);
		return bool ? "yes": "no";
	}
	return value.toString();
};

var defaults = function(type) {
	switch (type) {
		case Boolean: return false;
		case Number: return '0';
		case Array: return [];
		default: return '';
	}
}

function parseBoolean(bool) {
	if (typeof bool === "string") {
		var low = bool.toLowerCase();
		return low.length>0 && (low!='false') && (low!='0') && (low!='no');
	}
	return !!bool
};

var fromString = function(string, type) {
	switch (type) {
		case String:
			return string || '';
		case Boolean:
			return parseBoolean(string);
		case Number:
			return parseFloat(string || '0');
		case Array:
			return new StrArray.parse(string);
		default:
			return new type(string);
	}
}

function getPath(namespace, name) {
	var array = new StrArray(namespace);
	array.push(name);
	return array.toString();
}
var utils = require('./utils');

function UriManager(window) {
	this.window = window || {};
	this.html5 = !!(window.history && window.history.pushState);
	this.onpageturn = null;

	var self = this;
	this.popstate = this.window.onpopstate = function() {
		if (self.onpageturn) {
			self.onpageturn();
		}
	}
}

Object.defineProperty(UriManager.prototype, 'location', {
	get: function() { return this.window.location; }
});

/* newPage: string of next page. Should be encoded. Should have '#' at start.
   newState: string that's Uri compliant. No preceding '?'
 */
UriManager.prototype.pushState = function(newState, newPage)
{
	newPage = utils.stripHash(newPage);
	if (this.html5) {
		var newurl = this.currentUrl()+this.createHtml5Component(newPage, newState);
		var statePushed = false;
		try {
			this.window.history.pushState({path:newurl},'',newurl);
			statePushed = true;
		} catch (err) {
			// TODO: This should only be warning, plus it should be using the utils.warn method (that needs to be written);
			console.error(err);
			// This will probably occur due to Chrome's stupid security error.
			console.log('Error occurred using history.pushState. Switching to compatability mode.');
			this.html5 = false;
		}
		if (statePushed) {
			this.popstate();
		}
	}
	if (!this.html5) {
		var newurl = this.createHtml4Anchor(newPage, newState);
		// Downside. The location.search may still be populated from previous html5 browsing. It doesn't look like we can clean it up, so we just have to ignore it.
		this.location.hash = newurl;
	}
}

UriManager.prototype.getPage = function() {
	var page_id = this.location.hash;
	if (page_id.indexOf('#?') == 0) {
		// This is an html4 compatable uri.
		var secondQMark = page_id.indexOf('?', 2);
		if (secondQMark >= 0) {
			page_id = page_id.substr(secondQMark);
		} else {
			page_id = ''
		}
	}
	if (page_id) {
		page_id = page_id.substring(1);
		page_id = utils.decodePage(page_id);
	}
	return page_id;
}

UriManager.prototype.getState = function() {
	var uriState;
	if (this.location.hash.indexOf('#?') == 0) {
		//This is an html4 compatiable uri.
		var hash = this.location.hash;
		var secondQMark = hash.indexOf('?', 2);
		if (secondQMark >= 0) {
			uriState = hash.slice(1, secondQMark);
		} else {
			uriState = hash.substr(1);
		}
	} else {
		uriState = this.location.search;
	}
	// Substr to get rid of the leading question mark
	return uriState.substr(1);
}

UriManager.prototype.createHtml5Component = function(page, state) {
	if(state.length > 0) {
		state = '?' + state;
	}
	return state + '#' + page;
}

UriManager.prototype.createHtml4Anchor = function(page, state) {
	var pagePrefix = '#';
	if(state.length > 0) {
		state = '#?' + state;
		pagePrefix = '?';
	} else {
		if (this.location.search.length > 0) {
			state = '#?';
			pagePrefix = '?';
		}
	}
	if (page.length > 0) {
		page = pagePrefix + page;
	}
	return state + page;
}

// http://...blah.html
UriManager.prototype.currentUrl = function() {
	return this.location.protocol + '//' + this.location.host + this.location.pathname;
}

module.exports = UriManager;
exports.getSubpages = function(pageName, document) {
	var encodedName = exports.encodePageForID(pageName);
	var page = document.getElementById(encodedName);
	var strList = page.getAttribute('data-append');
	if (!strList) {
		return [];
	}
	return strList.split(' ').map(decodeURIComponent);
};

exports.getMetaContent = function(name, doc) {
	doc = doc || document;
	var list = doc.getElementsByTagName('meta');
	for (var i = 0; i < list.length; i++) {
		var meta = list[i];
		if (meta.getAttribute('name') == name) {
			return meta.getAttribute('content');
		}
	}
	return null;
};

exports.stripHash = function(anchor) {
	if (anchor[0] == '#') {
		return anchor.slice(1);
	}
	return anchor;
}

exports.error = function(error, document) {
	console.error(error.stack || error);
	if (document) {
		var elem = document.getElementById("cyoa-error");
		if (elem) {
			var str = "<li class='cyoa-error'>"+error+"</li>";
			elem.innerHTML += str;
		}
	}
}


/** This is encodePage, but it works exclusively on a string. encodePage can
 *  also take an array.
 */
function encodeString(idString) {
	var dictionary = { "/": "%2F" };
	var encoded = encodeURIComponent(idString);
	for (var dec in dictionary) {
		var enc = dictionary[dec];
		encoded = encoded.split(enc).join(dec);
	}
	return encoded;
};

exports.encodePage = function(idStringOrArray) {
	if (typeof idStringOrArray === "string") {
		return encodeString(idStringOrArray);
	} else {
		return idStringOrArray.map(encodeString).join(' ');
	}
};

exports.encodePageForID = exports.encodePage;

exports.decodePage = function(idString) {
	return decodeURIComponent(idString);
};

exports.hop = function(object, property) {
	return object ? Object.prototype.hasOwnProperty.call(object, property): false;
};

exports.clearErrors = function(document) {
	var elem = document.getElementById('cyoa-error');
	while (elem && elem.lastChild) {
		elem.removeChild(elem.lastChild);
	}
}

exports.log = function(message) {
	// TODO: Set log to uri parameter
	//if (cyoa.log) {
		//console.log(message);
	//}
}

exports.safeCall = function(thisArg, document, method, defaultReturn) {
	var rtn = defaultReturn;
	try {
		rtn = method.call(thisArg);
	}
	catch(err) {
		exports.error(err, document);
		if (defaultReturn === undefined) {
			throw(err);
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function Version(version) {
	var str = version || this.default;
	this.digits = str.split('.').map(function(a) { return parseInt(a); });
};

Version.prototype.default = '0';

Version.prototype.isDefault = function() {
	return this.toString() === this.default;
};

Version.prototype.toString = function() {
	// Extra effort to cut trailing zeroes
	var rtnArray = [];
	var trailing = true;
	for (var i = this.digits.length-1; i >= 0; i--) {
		var d = this.digits[i];
		if ((d && d != '0') || !trailing || i==0) {
			rtnArray.unshift(d || '0');
			trailing = false;
		}
	}
	return rtnArray.join('.');
};

/** Checks if major versions are the same.
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Version.prototype.isCompatibleWith = function(other) {
	var o = new Version(other);
	return this.major == o.major;
};

Version.prototype.equals = function(other) {
	var o = new Version(other);
	return this.toString() == o.toString();
};

Version.prototype.split = function() {
	return this.digits.slice();
};

Version.prototype.gt = function(other) {
	var o = new Version(other);
	if (this.equals(o)) {
		return false;
	}
	for (var i = 0; i < this.digits.length; i++) {
		if (o.digits.length === i) {
			return true;
		}
		if (this.digits[i] < o.digits[i]) {
			return false;
		}
		if (this.digits[i] > o.digits[i]) {
			return true;
		}
	}
	return false;
};

Version.prototype.gte = function(other) {
	var o = new Version(other);
	return (this.equals(o) || this.gt(o));
};

Version.prototype.lt = function(other) {
	return (new Version(other).gt(this));
};

Version.prototype.lte = function(other) {
	return new Version(other).gte(this);
};

Object.defineProperty(Version.prototype, 'major', {
	get: function() { return this.digits[0] || 0; },
	set: function(digit) { this.digits[0] = digit; }
});

Object.defineProperty(Version.prototype, 'minor', {
	get: function() { return this.digits[1] || 0; },
	set: function(digit) { this.digits[1] = digit; }
});

Object.defineProperty(Version.prototype, 'patch', {
	get: function() { return this.digits[2] || 0; },
	set: function(digit) { this.digits[2] = digit; }
});

module.exports = Version;
function Brand(brandString) {
	this.fromString(brandString);
}

var alphabet = "ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ";

function defineMixedAccessor(object, upper, lower) {
	Object.defineProperty(object, upper + lower, {
		get: function() {
			return this[upper] + (this[lower]/10);
		}
	});
};

//All brands default to zero unless an instance sets it to otherwise.
for (var a = 0; a < alphabet.length; a++) {
	var uChar = alphabet[a]
	var lChar = uChar.toLowerCase();
	Brand.prototype[uChar] = 0;
	Brand.prototype[lChar] = 0;
	defineMixedAccessor(Brand.prototype, uChar, lChar);
}

function defineMethod(name, method) {
	Object.defineProperty(Brand.prototype, name, { value: method } );
};

defineMethod('setBrands', function() {
	return Object.getOwnPropertyNames(this).sort(function(a, b) {
		al = a.toLowerCase();
		bl = b.toLowerCase();
		if (al === bl) {
			return a.charCodeAt(0) - b.charCodeAt(0);
		} else {
			return al.charCodeAt(0) - bl.charCodeAt(0);
		}
	});
});

defineMethod('toString', function() {
	var brandStrings = [];
	var brands = this.setBrands();
	for(var i = 0; i < brands.length; i++) {
		var brand = brands[i];
		if (brand.length == 1) {
			var count = this[brand];
			if (count > 2) {
				brandStrings.push(count.toString());
				brandStrings.push(brand);
			} else {
				while (count-- > 0) {
					brandStrings.push(brand);
				}
			}
		}
	}
	return brandStrings.join('');
});

defineMethod('fromString', function(brandString) {
	var length = (brandString || "").length;
	var count = 0;
	for (var i = 0; i < length; i++) {
		var char = brandString.charAt(i);
		if (char <= '9' && char >= '0') {
			count *= 10;
			count += parseInt(char);
		} else {
			this[char] += (count || 1);
			count = 0;
		}
	}
});

defineMethod('length', function() {
	var count = 0;
	var brands = this.setBrands();
	for(var i = 0; i < brands.length; i++) {
		var brand = brands[i];
		if (brand.length == 1) {
			count += this[brand];
		}
	}
	return count;
});

defineMethod('promote', function(brand, value) {
	if (arguments.length >= 2) {
		this[brand] = value;
	} else {
		this[brand] += 1;
	}
	var minorBrand = brand.toLowerCase();
	if (brand != minorBrand) {
		this[minorBrand] = 0;
		// Just hardcoding these two. There's never a reason for both to be positive,
		// and having this just makes switching between the two easy in the debugger.
		if (brand === 'D') {
			this.S = 0;
		} else if (brand === 'S') {
			this.D = 0;
		}
	}
});

module.exports = Brand;
var utils = require("cyoa").utils;
var keybind = require('fq/js/keybind.js');

function toggle(element, visible) {
	element.classList.toggle('cyoa-active', visible);
};

function isActive(element) {
	return element.classList.contains('cyoa-active');
};

var directions = ['north', 'south', 'east', 'west'];
var keyBindings = {
	'37': 'west', // left
	'38': 'north', // up
	'39': 'east', // right
	'40': 'south', // down
	'65': 'west', // A
	'68': 'east', // D
	'83': 'south', // S
	'87': 'north'}; // W
var compass = document.getElementById("fq-compass");

// Register 'M' to toggle the map.
keybind.register('77', function(e) { document.body.classList.toggle('showMap'); });

// Register all arrow keys and wasd
for (var code in keyBindings) {
	keybind.register(code, tapArrow("fq-" + keyBindings[code]));
}

function tapArrow(direction) {
	return function(e) {
		if (!e.altKey && !e.shiftKey && isActive(compass)) {
			var arrow = document.getElementById(direction);
			if (isActive(arrow)) {
				arrow.onclick(e);
			}
		}
	}
};

var button = document.getElementById('fq-center');
button.onclick = function() {
	document.body.classList.add("showMap");
};

var map = document.getElementById('fq-map-background');
map.onclick = function() {
	document.body.classList.remove('showMap');
};

exports.hide = function() {
	var actives = document.getElementsByClassName("fq-map-active");
	var array = Array.prototype.slice.call(actives, 0);
	for (var i = 0, length = array.length; i < length; i++) {
		array[i].classList.remove('fq-map-active');
	}
}

var setMap = function(page) {
	var encoded = utils.encodePageForID(page);
	var location = document.getElementById("fq-map-"+encoded);
	location.classList.add("fq-map-active");
	toggle(location.parentElement, true);
};

exports.set = function(current /*, north, south...*/) {
	for (var i = 0; i < directions.length; i++) {
		if (arguments[i+1]) {
			setCompass(directions[i], arguments[i+1]);
		}
	}
	setMap(current);
};

exports.isActive = function() {
	var arrows = document.getElementsByClassName('fq-arrow');
	for (var i = 0; i < arrows.length; i++) {
		if (isActive(arrows[i])) {
			return true;
		}
	}
	return false;
};

function setCompass(direction, location) {
	var arrow = document.getElementById("fq-"+direction);
	var encoded = utils.encodePageForID(location);
	arrow.setAttribute("href", "#"+encoded);
	var target = document.getElementById(encoded);
	toggle(arrow, true);
}

directions.forEach(function(direction) {
	exports[direction] = function(location) {
		setCompass(direction, location);
	};
});
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a?a:"undefined"!=typeof self?self:{};wb.Hammer=ha,"function"==typeof define&&define.amd?define(function(){return ha}):"undefined"!=typeof module&&module.exports?module.exports=ha:a[c]=ha}(window,document,"Hammer");
var Map = require("cyoa").Map;

function Inventory() {
	Map.apply(this, arguments);
	for (var item in this) {
		if (this[item] === undefined) {
			this[item] = 1;
		} else {
			this[item] = parseInt(this[item]);
		}
	}
}

Inventory.prototype = Object.create(Map.prototype);

function defineMethod(name, method) {
	Object.defineProperty(Inventory.prototype, name, { value: method } );
};

defineMethod('stringifyPair', function(key, value) {
	if (value == 1) {
		return Map.prototype.stringifyPair(key, undefined);
	} else {
		return Map.prototype.stringifyPair(key, value);
	}
});

module.exports = Inventory;
var dictionary = Object.create(null);
var dictionary_ctrl = Object.create(null);

exports.register = function(keyCode, method, ctrl) {
	var dict = ctrl ? dictionary_ctrl : dictionary;
	dict[keyCode] = method;
};

document.onkeydown = function(e) {
	e = e || window.event;
	var dict = e.ctrlKey ? dictionary_ctrl : dictionary;
	if (!e.metaKey) {
		var method = dict[e.keyCode];
		if (method) {
			method(e);
		}
	}
};

/* Edit keybindings for brands */

var elements = document.getElementsByClassName('fq-admin-brand');
for (var i = 0; i < elements.length; i++) {
	var id = elements[i].id;
	var code = id.charCodeAt('fq-admin-brand-'.length);
	var down = document.getElementById(id + '-')
	exports.register(code, tapElement(elements[i], down), true);
}

function tapElement(up, down) {
	return function(e) {
		if (fq.edit) {
			if (e.altKey) {
				return down.onclick(e);
			} else {
				return up.onclick(e);
			}
		} else {
			return undefined;
		}
	}
};

function ifDebug(key) {
	return function(e) {
		if (fq.edit) {
			key.onclick(e);
		}
	};
};

/* Edit keybindings for day incrementation */

var dayPlus = document.getElementById('fq-admin-day');
var dayMinus = document.getElementById('fq-admin-day-');
exports.register(187, ifDebug(dayPlus), false);
exports.register(189, ifDebug(dayMinus), false);

/* Keybinding for map */

// Register 'M' to toggle the map.
exports.register('77', function(e) { document.body.classList.toggle('showMap'); });
var Brand = require("fq/js/Brand");
var Timer = require("fq/js/Timers");
var Inventory = require("fq/js/Inventory");
var Cyoa = require("cyoa");

var fq = window.fq = {}; // fq for Fool's Quest. ...Duh.
fq.compass = require("fq/js/compass.js");
fq.random = require("fq/js/random.js");

fq.version = new Cyoa.Version(Cyoa.utils.getMetaContent("shs-version"));
var sexType = Cyoa.BitField;

declare(fq, "euna", Cyoa.Array);
declare(fq, "sex", sexType, {default: "0"});
declare(fq, "act");
declare(fq, "you", Cyoa.Array);
declare(fq, "today", Cyoa.Map);
declare(fq, "camp");
declare(fq, "brand", Brand);
declare(fq, "sexTo");
declare(fq, 'convo', Cyoa.Array);
declare(fq, "day", Number);
declare(fq, "coin", Number);
declare(fq, "chain", Number);
declare(fq, "v", Cyoa.Version);
declare(fq, "timer", Timer);
declare(fq, "horse");
declare(fq, "edit", Boolean);

fq.announce = function(msg) {
	fq.promoteAlerts = fq.promoteAlerts || [];
	if (msg) {
		fq.promoteAlerts.push(msg);
	}
};

fq.promote = function(brand, msg) {
	fq.brand.promote(brand);
	fq.announce(msg);
};

fq.demote = function(brand, msg) {
	fq.brand[brand]--;
	fq.announce(msg);
};

fq.resetExp = function(brand) {
	fq.brand[brand] = 0;
};

fq.popPromotes = function() {
	var a = (fq.promoteAlerts || []).join('<br>');
	delete fq.promoteAlerts;
	return a;
};

fq.endSex = function() {
	fq.lube = undefined;
	fq.sex = new sexType();
	fq.act = undefined;
};

fq.nextDay = function() {
	fq.day += 1;
	fq.today = new Cyoa.Map();
};

fq.range = function(hash, start, end) {
	return Math.abs(Cyoa.hash(hash)) % (end + 1 - start) + start;
};

fq.header = function() {
	fq.v = fq.version;
	fq.compass.hide();
};

fq.footer = function() {
	fq.random.cleanup();
};

cyoa.cap = function(index) {
	return function(listSize) {
		return Math.min(listSize-1, index);
	};
};
var utils = require("cyoa").utils;

var tags = [];
var randPush;
var chosenEvent;
var locationID;

/* This is a temporary cache to tie event teasers to any relevant option. the teaser
 * sets this. The option tests against this.
 */
Object.defineProperty(exports, "chosen", {
	get: function() { return chosenEvent; },
	set: function(value) { chosenEvent = value; },
});

Object.defineProperty(exports, "locationID", {
	get: function() { return locationID; }
});

exports.occurredHere = function(eventCode) {
	return (locationID !== undefined) && (fq.today[eventCode] == locationID);
};

exports.setTags = function(locID, /* list of other tags */) {
	tags = Array.prototype.slice.call(arguments, 1);
	locationID = locID;
};

exports.tagsSet = function() {
	return !!tags;
};

exports.anyTags = function(/* list of tags */) {
	for (var i = 0; i < arguments.length; i++) {
		if (tags.includes(arguments[i])) {
			return true;
		}
	}
	return false;
};

/** Called by Random##do
 */
exports.prime = function() {
	randPush = cyoa.stack.last();
};

exports.roll = function() {
	return tags.join('') + (fq.day*383);
};

/* This is called in the footer.
 */
exports.cleanup = function() {
	tags = [];
	chosenEvent = undefined;
	locationID = undefined;
};

/*This pushes whatever page "Random" is inbetween back onto the stack so we can
 * return to it later.
 */
exports.remember = function() {
	if (randPush) {
		cyoa.stack.push(randPush);
	} else {
		throw "Random.js did not properly prepare the page stack for this event.";
	}
};

exports.wontReturn = function() {
	if (randPush) {
		cyoa.stack.pop();
	}
};
exports.positions = {
	"back": { /** On back **/
		freeFeet: true,
		restricted: []
	},
	"fours": { /** Hands and Knees **/
		restricted: ['breasts']
	},
	"tied": { /** On back with hands tied above head **/
		bound: true,
		freeFeet: true,
		restricted: []
	},
	"eagle": { /** On back. Tied spread eagle **/
		bound: true,
		fettered: true,
		restricted: ['ass', 'rim']
	},
	"kneel": { /** Kneeling. Hands tied to ceiling **/
		bound: true,
		restricted: []
	},
	"hang": { /** Hanging by hands **/
		freeFeet: true,
		bound: true,
		restricted: ['breasts']
	},
	"hang-b": { /** Hanging by breasts. Hands tied **/
		freeFeet: true,
		bound: true,
		restricted: ['breasts']
	},
	"shoulders": { /** Resting on her shoulders with legs folded above head. Anything spilling falls on her face. **/
		freeFeet: true,
		bound: false,
		restricted: ['breasts']
	}
};
var Hammer = require('fq/js/hammer.min.js');
var keybind = require('fq/js/keybind.js');

var sideMenu = document.getElementById('side-menu');
var touchArea = document.getElementById('menu-touch-area');
var mainView = document.getElementById('main-view');
var body = document.body;
var timer;
var width = 200;

// Set 'O' to toggle the menu
keybind.register('79', function(e) {
	toggleMenu(!body.classList.contains('menu-open'));
});

var blackOnWhite;

Object.defineProperty(exports, "bw", {
	get: function() { return blackOnWhite; },
	set: function(value) {
		blackOnWhite = value;
		body.classList.toggle('black-on-white', value);
	}
});

declare(exports, "bw", Boolean, {default: false});

document.getElementById("menu-b&w-toggle").onclick = function(e) {
	exports.bw = !exports.bw;
}

// This allows text selection to happen again.
delete Hammer.defaults.cssProps.userSelect;

var sliderManager = new Hammer.Manager(touchArea);
sliderManager.add(panRecognizer());
sliderManager.on('pan', pan);

sliderManager = new Hammer.Manager(sideMenu);
sliderManager.add(panRecognizer());
sliderManager.on('pan', pan);

sliderManager = new Hammer.Manager(mainView);
sliderManager.add(new Hammer.Tap());
sliderManager.on('tap', escapeTap);

function panRecognizer() {
	return new Hammer.Pan({
		threshold: 0,
		pointers: 0,
		direction: Hammer.DIRECTION_HORIZONTAL
	});
};

function pan(e) {
	if (e.pointerType !== 'mouse') {
		var open = body.classList.contains('menu-open'),
			initial = (open ? width: 0),
			x = Math.min(Math.max(e.deltaX + initial, 0), width);
		setTransform(x);
		if (e.isFinal) {
			toggleMenu(x>(width/2));
		}
	}
};

function escapeTap(e) {
	if (e.pointerType !== 'mouse') {
		toggleMenu(false);
	}
};

function toggleMenu(open) {
	if (open) {
		body.classList.add("menu-open");
		setTransform(width);
	} else {
		body.classList.remove("menu-open");
		setTransform(0);
	}
	sideMenu.classList.add('is-animating');
	clearTimeout( timer );
	time = setTimeout ( function() {
		sideMenu.classList.remove('is-animating');
	}, 400);
};

function setTransform(x) {
	sideMenu.style.transform = 'translateX(' + x + 'px)';
};
var Map = require("cyoa").Map;

function Timers() {
	Map.apply(this, arguments);
}

Timers.prototype = Object.create(Map.prototype);

function defineMethod(name, method) {
	Object.defineProperty(Timers.prototype, name, { value: method } );
};

defineMethod('since', function(timer) {
	if (Object.hasOwnProperty.call(this, timer)) {
		return fq.day - parseInt(this[timer]);
	}
	return NaN;
});

module.exports = Timers;
// Ripped from StackOverflow to handle touch devices' "sticky hover"

var hasHoverClass = false;
var container = document.body;
var lastTouchTime = 0;

Object.defineProperty(exports, "touchEnabled", {
	get: function() { return !hasHoverClass; }
});

Object.defineProperty(exports, "hoverEnabled", {
	get: function() { return hasHoverClass; }
});

function enableHover() {
	// filter emulated events coming from touch events
	if (new Date() - lastTouchTime < 500) return;
	if (hasHoverClass) return;

	container.className += ' hasHover';
	hasHoverClass = true;
}

function disableHover() {
	if (!hasHoverClass) return;

	container.className = container.className.replace(' hasHover', '');
	hasHoverClass = false;
}

function updateLastTouchTime() {
	lastTouchTime = new Date();
}

document.addEventListener('touchstart', updateLastTouchTime, true);
document.addEventListener('touchstart', disableHover, true);
document.addEventListener('mousemove', enableHover, true);

enableHover();