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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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"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 stashes it into your pack. "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."

With her finger and thumb, she plucks it up by the ring 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. There come a few faint knocks as it bounces against stone, and then nothing.

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

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

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

"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 and sits demurely upon a rock in the river, hands covering her crotch. When you kneel before her, she shyly spreads her legs. "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.

"I've never shaved it before in my life. I'm not even sure what to do."

"I do, if you want me to show you."

Her eyebrows go up. "You?"

"You don't think a tramp like me is experienced with making her assets presentable? Just because I have a man's equipment doesn't mean I've never trimmed my flowerbird's nest.

"Do you think I wore those scandalous leotards back home without shaving? My own bird's nest would have been sticking out the sides."

"Hmm. A good point." She motions for you to come with her to the river.

Once there, you strip down and wade to splash water on your own pubic. Even after months as prisoner aboard the ship, it's fairly modest bush. The blade acts no differently from any well-sharpened razor. As Lanx said, it needs only water to slide smoothly.

Soon, you're hairless from navel to rose. "Now are you ready?" you ask.

Euna strips down and sits demurely upon a rock in the river, hands covering her crotch. When you kneel before her, she shyly spreads her legs. "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.

"Turn over," you say.

She does so, and bends to present herself. You shave away the little hairs lining her anus, just as you did for yourself, 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, Euna bathes, and you two set out for the day.

You perform the same careful task for each of her underarms. It goes much more quickly, and after, you do the same for yourself. Then once you've both bathed, 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."

"I bathed before you woke. Let's go."

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.

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. Each time she withdraws, she examines her fingers and sucks them clean of any ants and scum. After each time, she tosses aside ants and mess. 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.

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.

You find her at the river, close to where the water falls, and she has 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 clothes by soaking them and flogging them against a flat rock. Her breasts jiggle delightfully as she does this. After laying them out to dry, she rinses her hair, then her underarms.

And then she becomes more sensual. She spoons handfuls of water over her breasts and caresses it in. 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.

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.

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.

She unfastens the silk waist cord of her gown and folds it up. Then, glancing around, she pulls the gown off.

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 chemisegown 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.that leaves a girl like yourself a little envious.

Euna redresses. With her damp chemisegown hugs her body.

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

Euna is sunbathing upon her rock. She's traching her hand along her body, occasionally brushing her clit.

Today, Euna brought a cup with her. Sitting up, she scoops it in the river to collect water, and to drink it, she tilts her head back and pours into her upturned mouth. This causes her to bursts out coughing. Even stranger, she tries again, and again. Each time resulting in a coughing fit. And all the while, she plays with herself as though this were a turn on.

Finally she's able to pour the cup of water into her mouth without coughing, and it becomes clear what she's doing: she's not swallowing either. The water is pouring straight down her throat. Why she's doing this is still unclear.

But she does seem quite pleased with herself. Setting the cup aside, she wades into the water, and you skulk back to camp.

Euna is already fully naked upon a rock in the river, and she's stabbing fingers into herself and scrubbing her clit.

There is no subtlety to this masturbation. She's trying to cum as hard and fast as she can, as though she needs it. And when it strikes, she gasps and arches her back off the rock until only her heels and and head touch the stone. And she's done.

Or not. Her fingers never stop, even as she's gasping. And soon she's twitching and mewling all over again. Minutes later, another orgasm, just as desperate.

Minutes after that comes the next. She won't stop. No matter how many times she cums, or how wrung out her sex must be, her libido never abates, and eventually, you head back to camp where wait for a long time.

Euna is already fully naked and laying upon a rock in the river, and she's dry, basking in the morning sun and letting it warm 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, running 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 and brings herself to a quick climax. Her mewling reaches your ears even 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. Show's over. You head back to camp and wait.

Euna is by the river washing her clothes in the nude. Afterward, she cleans herself: armpits, face, hair, body, and finally her crotch. Her caress is sensual, as though every touch sends electric pleasure surging through her.

Glancing about, she sits down upon a rock and spreads her leg, putting her pussy on full display. There is no longer any pretense of bathing. She strums her clit while her toes curl. Her breath comes out in gasps.

After a bout of cries and trembles, she rinses herself and heads to her clothes.

You head back to the 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. Her pubic mound is perfectly smooth.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 clinically.

But then she keeps scrubbing. Her touch becomes a caress. Euna chews her lip, contemplating something. She sits upon a rock and spreads her legs. Her fingers zero in on her clit. Her hips gyrate almost of their own will.

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

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

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.

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

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

Leaning back, she plays the spoon up and down her slit for a minute, until her body starts to respond. Then she plays with herself with her other hand. Tilting her head back, she slides the handle of the spoon down her throat.

She quickly 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 lipsshe runs her fingers through her pubic bush. Her open palm strums her damp, furry lips.

After minutes of this, her progress is slow. Tears run down her cheeks. Strings of drool dribble down her chin. Setting the spoon aside, she rinses her face and wades through the water to her clothes. Shows done. You creep back.

She's practicing her deep-throating technique.

Her throat constricts again and again to dislodge it, yet she lasts nearly five whole 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 she actually vomits a little, but after rinsing her mouth in the river, 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 membermost cocks 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 slides the saliva-drenched spoon into her slit and rubs herself 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.

Though she gags, she 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 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 her pride 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.

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. She climaxes—toes curling, body undulating, and her face skyward with a stirring spoon down her throat. Her body seizes—from pleasure, suffocation, and retching. A minute later, she yanks the spoon from her throat and gasps for air. Coughing and sputtering, she looks near to passing out.

Still, a sly smile is upon her tear-stained face. She's proud of herself. Once she starts rinsing herself in the water, you sneak back to camp.

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.

Show's over. She cleans herself again, then the rock, then gets dressed.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Naked, Euna is splayed out nude upon the rocks in the river's center. The sun warms her skin.While basking in the morning sun, she's working fingers into her smoothfurred pussy.

Of course, her experienced slit easily takes her fist. In order to really plunder herself, she bends forward and pulls one leg behind her head. Twisting about, she's able to slide her entire forearm into herself. Then she works in her other fist. No trouble at all. It's a pecular position, but she's flexible enough for it.

Next, she moves on to her body stretches, and it seems she's close to surpassing you. With her chest on the ground, she's able to fold her back and plant her feet on either side of her head. She can perform splits easily, even bending her legs further. She's practically a contortionist herself now thanks to all this practice. Her pussy remains her most flexible muscle though.

Beside her sits a pile of smooth river rocks. Now she's limbered up, she takes a smooth rock with enough heft to be a bludgeon. It's almost too large for one hand to grip, yet she presses it into herself. Then another, and other. She kneels up and removes her hand. Three massive stones with considerable heft, but clenching tight, she's able to keep them inside her vagina against gravity, at least for a few seconds. This exercise is probably the reason her pussy is still a dainty slit and not stretched out like loose leather despite all her debauchery. Her pelvic floor must have titanic strength by now. Once she can hold them no more, she lets two stones out, but keeps one inside as she proceeds into the river to wash herself.

Next, she performs other kinds of stretches: back bends, forward bends, splits. These are all the stretches you taught her, and she's doing them as well as an experienced acrobat. She wasn't fisting herself for her enjoyment. This is all practice. She's stretching herself out in different ways.

Once she's limbered up, she turns to a pile a pile of smooth river rocks sitting beside her. She starts pressing plum-sized stones into herself, one after another, after getting five small stones deep, she kneels up and holds her hand beneath her quim. The stones don't slip out, because she's holding them in. She's strengthening her pelvic floor to keep herself tight. Probably why her vagina hasn't been loosening up despite all the fisting she's enduring these days.

While keeping two small stones clenched inside her, she wades into the river to clean herself.

Her fist slides into herself easily. She folds her legs up to her chest to give herself a better access, but at this angle, she's not able to get herself in much past her wrist. That doesn't stop her from working her fist in and out to loosen herself up. After a few thrusts, she pulls out and clenches her pelvic floor to tighten herself back up, only to push her hand back in.

Next, she performs other kinds of stretches: back bends, forward bends, leg stretches. These are the beginner stretches you taught her, and she's becoming quite limber. It seems all of this is part of a regiment she does in the morning. It's practice, not fun.

With some effort, she gets her fist inside of herself, but it's an awkward angle, but for a while she works her fist in and out. It doesn't seem like she's gaining any sort of momentum from this. Apart from a few shudders, she's being quite industrious about pumping her fist into herself. It's almost as though she's focused more on stretching herself out than on getting off, but that's not to say she doesn't get herself trembling and mewling. Eventually, she gives up and wades into the river.

As she gets underway bathing, you creep away.

Euna is sunbathing upon her sunbathing rock. Eyes closed, she traces her hand along her body, occasionally brushing her clit.

Suddenly, a stream of urine arcs from her pussy and into the water. She cups her hand 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 saturates and darkens.

The stream dies down. The last trickles dribble down her slitthrough 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.

Suddenly, a stream of urine arcs from her pussy and into the water. She cups her hand 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.

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?"

"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."

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

"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'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 pervertshameless hussie."

"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."

"You like that smell, do you? A smell that announces to all other women that I've had my face buried in another woman's flower?"

"Now they'll know what your face is good for."

"Yes. They'll know what brinks of pleasure you can bring them to."

"I suppose it is fitting in its own way," she says.

"I think so."

"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.

"Yes, well I did at least comb it out," she says. "Though surely other people will notice the smell."

"Anyone who sniffs your hair will learn what kind of lady you are."

"An unwashed slattern?"

"I bet it'll turn them on."

"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 and licks 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."

"Fitting, hmm? A shit smell for a shit whore?"

"Exactly."

"Might drive prospective customers away."

"But it'll attract all the ones you cravedeserve."

"As you wish. I will go the rest of my life smelling like a shit receptacle if that is your wish."

"It is."

"If you say so. I'm still worried it will cost me more than a few good fucks, but I guess it does serve to advertise what sort of woman I am."

"Exactly."

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 bodicegown. "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."

"And how about the fact that my face smells like the gusset of a woman's drawers?" she leans close so you smell. "Perhaps you've forgotten, but I've been on the receiving end of a female climax."

Her face does bear the unmistakable reek of a woman's essence.

"I think it makes a most erotic perfume."

"...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."

"Not to mention, my hair... well, it looks well enough, but it smells of urine. See?" She drapes her hair before you. It wafts a definite urine reek your way.

"...but like you said. Your hair looks just fine."

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

"Perhaps you'll feel differently about this." She lifts her skirthooks her gown aside 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. That includes the horses I laid with. My flower smells like a barn. Not to mention the hours of hiking we do through the jungle. What do you think of this?" She spreads her lips to show the inside pink. "I've been walking around with a stranger's cum inside of me."

"There are people 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."

"How about you smell my breasts?" Scooping her clothes low, she lowers her bared tits to you. There is a lingering fetid odor. "If you recall, I've had fecal matter on my chest which only wiped away. I've had a reeking aura of excrement about me this whole time."

"It's fitting."

"...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."

"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 derangedwicked and loathsome 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.adulterous ways. 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.

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.

When you awake, Euna is already up and about. She's cleaning pots and pans, boiling linens, and hanging clothes out to dry. The site looks much improved.

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. Tonight we'll be able to eat with proper cutlery. So much of Lanx's junk is perfectly good. I wish we could go back for more."

"Right now?"

"No. I suppose not. We have enough for now, and we have much else to do." Setting down the kettle, she indicates to your breakfast. "Eat."

"Very well," you say.

She heads off to bathe.

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.

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

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

"To you, perhaps. But you're no stranger to showing your calfs... and other parts. However, I feel rather exposed."

"You shouldn't. You have lovely legs."

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.

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 something.

It's 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 its 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."

You awake to find Euna struggling through dry bramble along the incline below the camp site. She excricates herself just as you approach, and she has in her hand a wooden shaft.

"What have you got?" you ask.

"I'm not sure, but I saw it glimmering in the sun. I think it's some kind of pestle."

It's 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 its length has even a few "veins" texturing it right alongside the strange runic symbols.

"It must have belonged to whoever built this site," she says. "Rather racy, don't you think?"

"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?"

"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."

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

"Almost." You pick away loose threads long the straps. Your fingers run along her shoulders and close to her breasts. Euna's eyes are on you as you work.

"There," you say. "All set."

Euna looks herself over and nods in approval. "You missed your calling as a lady in waiting."

"I'm far too misbehaved for that."

"I wouldn't be so sure." She nods toward the fire pit. "I've put out breakfast. I'll return shortly."

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."

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 skirtgown.

"Just hike it up."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? No."Absolutely not. I'm not a shameless woman like you. 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.

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.

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 sleevesHer silk gown 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.

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.

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 Vixens, talk about Volga and how she got her cock from her favorite stallion.
    • In The Chicken Coop, mention how the boys brought out a hound, and how Aileen wasn't afraid.
    • 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.

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 Vixens, talk about how Volga or Bogdana would have sex with horses.
  • 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.

Back

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 long ago.

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.

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 bodicegown. Euna is all smile and fluster when you emerge.

Euna's eyes widen. She doesn't have time to react before Zahara 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 corrects her bodicegown and makes sure she's decent. Though red in the face, she still has a shy smile.

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.

Zahara 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.

Zahara 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, Zahara backs away with the berry between her lips. Her eyes are on Euna as she chews.

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

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 Zahara's lips and eats it. "You said anyway I wanted."

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.

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

"Thank you." Euna bows graciously.

As you eat, 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, Zahara. 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. 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.

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

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

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

Zahara places the next berry again between Shirina's breasts and 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 Zahara while I'm away. They're quite fresh today. Right from the garden."

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

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.You hook her gown and slide the silk out of the way. 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.

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

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. Zahara 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."

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

So you do.

"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."

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.

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

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

"Oh." Zahara'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 Zahara and I run off without you."

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

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.

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

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

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

You take a blackberry mulberry strawberry bilberry 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.

You lean to catch the berry for yourself. Zahara pulls away, and so you must lean closer. And that's when Zahara 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 Zahara'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 Zahara, "but I think we're done playing now."

"Of course. I understand." Zahara 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 foolfilly you are."

"Rest easy. This philandering foolfilly belongs to only you."

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

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"

"We can keep going," you reply, "if we just climb around the bluff."

"Up to you," she says. "So long as we're not swimming around it."

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.

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.

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.

Returning home, you prepare dinner while Euna cleans and fixes. Once you serve her food, she puts her work aside and plants a quick kiss on your lips. "Thank you."

"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 personwoman, than so am I."

She laughs. "That's not reassuring. I already know you're a disgusting personwoman. 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."

"That's it? Then how about you? Now that you've told me of the ways a woman can be a Vixen, will you tell me now how you came to be one?"

"Sure, but isn't it obvious? Clearly I'm..."

"...like Bogdana. She grew my staff with her alchemy."

"...like Volga. I had this manhood grafted to me."

"...like Mira. I was born with my manhood, but I'm a woman through alchemy."

"...one of Bogdana's hermaphrodite daughters."

"I see," She ponders. "It's very strange to think that there are women with their own poles. 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..."

"What? Truly?" she asks.

"Truly. I was among the first. That is why I have the full works, both for a man and woman."

"But I thought you said you joined the Lilins. If she's your mother, then... oh."

"Right. She leaves her progeny behind when she moves on. It was only years later after I encountered the Lilins that I realized who my true mother—or father—was. I was one of her birds who returned to the nest."

"Did you forgive her for abandoning you?"

"I was angry with her at first, particularly since she treated more like her creation than her daughter, but she is who she is, and she was the one who convinced me to join the Lilins so she could get to know me better."

"So you did get to have a relationship with your mother. I'm glad."

"As a friend and a colleague, yes, but Bogdana was never a mother figure to me. Good thing too. She has an academic obsession with my sex life, and my equipment."

"Have you two ever..."

You grin. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I would. You're not going to tell me?"

"That would be a different story, if there is one to tell. Tonight was about how I came to be, and there you have it."

"...wait," Euna says. "Does this mean you don't always have a pole?"

"It does."

She looks baffled. "How did I not notice that?"

"You've only ever seen me naked when we're about to sleep together, but a time like now..." You tug down the front of your leggings to reveal a perfectly normal looking pussy. You even spread your smooth lips to reveal your clit.You even part your bush to reveal your clit. It's a little predominant, but it's by no means a cock.

"My Lord." Euna reaches and holds it between her thumb and index finger. It begins swelling. "Amazing. I feel better now about having never noticed this back home. I knew there wasn't a bulge beneath those skintight leotards of yours."

"There wasn't, but sometimes when my performances got a little racy, I'd have to think very hard of mundane things, lest my pole slip out and steal the show."

"How did Bogdana do it?"

"And you were fine with her changing you permanently?"

"If you knew how much I love sleeping with women, you'd understand."

"I think I have an idea. How did Bogdana do it?"

"She injected some powerful alchemy directly into my ovaries."

Euna's eyes go wide. "That doesn't sound fun."

"It wasn't. It involved long needles and strange glowing chemicals. And the whole process was experimental. Apparently being a lab rat for true alchemy is incredibly foolhardy."

"And you agreed to this?"

"If I'd known any of this beforehand, I never would have. I only learned about it after I was strapped to her table and she was cackling maniacly. Bogdana was an enthusiastic alchemist, and I've since learned that they sometimes trick people into being test subjects."

"But it worked out?"

"It did. My transmuted ovaries secrete her tonic for themselves. It flows through my veins whenever I become aroused.It's always flowing in my veins."

"That is amazing," Euna says.

"She thought so too. Funny thing is, she never expected it to work out, and she hardly kept notes on what she did. Since then she's never been able to reproduce the effect, much to her frustration."

"How is that possible?" she asks.

"One night, after some particularly heavy drinking and debauchery, I went to the Warped Ones and demanded they give me a cock so that I may fuck women. And they did."

"Where did they get it?"

"The alchemists didn't know. They trade in family jewels. Sometimes a man will part with his own to pay a debt, and some woman might buy it for herself. Usually though, the Warped Ones replenished their stock with the mortally wounded. The cock that I got had been bottled away and preserved at the bottom of their chests for so long that none could remember whose it was, or even acquiring it. It had even gained a reputation in the troupe. Some thought a fay trickster had snuck it in among their stock. Others thought it was cursed. Or it came from a famous adventurer. No woman ever bought it, because who would want an infamous, mystery cock?"

"You, apparently."

"Yes. Me, when I'm incredibly drunk and randy. It matched my hair and skin well enough, so they gave it to me."

"Regrets?"

"The next morning, of course, but I've grown to love my mystery cock. It's never failed me, it bounces back quickly after sex, and I've been so much hornier ever since I got it, but maybe that's just because of how much I love romping women with it. It's mine now."

"You are bizarre. I wonder if the children it'd sire would be cursed or blessed."

"Maybe one day I'll learn."

"How? Who was he?"

"He's the grand duke of Volkhov."

"Volkhov? I know of that duchy. I know of that man. He's your father?" She gapes at you. "My Lord. I think I see it."

"Please don't tell me I look like him. I'd rather look like a swine."

"You don't like him?"

"I only learned that he was my father after years of hunting clues from my childhood. My mother was a serving maid who worked in his estate. He took liberties with her behind his wife's back. I don't know if my mother even wanted to, but either way, when she became pregnant, he dealt with this by denouncing my mother as a thief and a liar, and having her banished from his land. He took everything from her. By the time I was born, she was whoring herself to survive. I think she gave me up because since she could hardly afford to care for herself, much less a child. She was dead by the time I finally found her."

"That's horrible," Euna says. "I'm so sorry."

"I got my justice. One night, during one of the grand duke's balls, there was one particularly flirty little trollop that caught his eye."

"You?"

You nod. "Seducing him was almost too easy. He took me to his chambers, where I let him do as he pleased with me."

"You slept with your own father?"

"I don't care. It was for my plan. He didn't drink the spiked vodka I'd brought along until after he'd filled me thrice with his cum, but after he passed out, I went to work. That night, I snuck out of his manor with his tackle bottled away."

"You chopped it off?"

"No. It was a delicate procedure using all sorts of alchemy. I spent weeks with the Warped Ones learning how. It's quite neat actually. He slept through it."

"But then you gave it to yourself?"

"The way I see it, I'm a better keeper of the family jewels than he ever was. I don't ruin lives with it."

"Incredible," she says. "There are a lot of revelations here. Now I know why the grand duke never produced an heir with his later wives."

"He's got a clean little scar where his pride and joy should be."

"...and you. You're nobility."

You scoff. "Please. I'm a lowborn hussy born out of wedlock, and I'm proud of it."

"What? Why would anyone do that to an unborn child?"

"In some parts, if a boyar's serving girl becomes pregnant, that child would be a peasant who'll one day serve him, but he might prefer having only women working under his roof. So if a healer determines the child will be born a boy, he might have alchemists apply their art upon the serving girl so that the child will be born a woman instead. Such transmutations are not complete, but apart from what's between my legs, I am a woman in every way."

"And your mother went along with this?" Euna asks.

"I don't think she had a choice."

"That doesn't seem right. Women should not be forced to do such a thing. Have you considered changing back?"

"Back? I am a woman. I always have been, and I'm perfectly happy with that. Nobody has a choice about what they're born as."

"I suppose that's true. As long as you're happy with what you are, then so am I."

You curtsie. "Thank you."

"Really? How?"

"I was a young scamp who roamed with a pack of boys. One day the Lilins visited my village. There was this merchant in a garish carnival wagon who was selling all sorts of amazing alchemy. Strange potions and dusts lined his shelves. My friends were interested in silly things like popping powders or burping tonics, but the merchant showed us this elixir he kept in this locked glass cabinet. It would transmute someone into a woman forevermore. Never in my life had I ever wanted anything so badly. And while my friends roamed the circus, I'd sneak away to oggle that elixir, which I knew I could never afford."

"What did you do?" Euna asks.

"When the merchant stepped away, I jimmied the lock."

"And you drank it?"

"Right away before anyone could take it from me, but nothing changed. I thought for a long time that it hadn't worked, but then my friends and I grew up. Their voices deepened. Their shoulders broadened."

"And you developed differently, didn't you?"

You gesture at your body, from your feminine hips to your breasts. "Apart from the secret between my legs, it's as though I was a woman all along. Not even my friends knew. They all thought I'd been a tomboy who had dressed like them to fit in. And then their attentions toward me started to change..."

"I see," Euna says. "Surely they must have realized then."

"Maybe a few learned for themselves," you say suggestively. "Even as a teen I was never terribly virtuous."

"Do you ever imagine what your life would have been like if you hadn't stolen that elixir?"

"Not once. Besides, after I joined the Lilins years later, I learned that the merchant meant for me to steal it. He shows off those elixirs to children everywhere he goes, because once in a while a child like me will come skulking back to press their face to that cabinet's glass."

"Now I understand now why you held off about explaining your staff earlier," Euna says. "Your peculiarity has quite an story behind it. Thank you for sharing."

"Of course."

"Though I have one remaining question. From the way you describe the other Vixens, I'm surprised that your own manhood is so..."

"Normal?"

"...Yes."

"That's because I never made a spectacle of my uniqueness the way the Vixens in the Warped Ones did. I'm simply a lady who proudly owns her own cock."

"And what a delight it is," Euna adds.

"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."

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.

"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. 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 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 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."

"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'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."

"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?"

"That's right," you say.

"Really? My mother?" she asks. "Do you mean... 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.

"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."

"Are you talking about urine?"

"I am," you say.

"What sorts of raunchy things would my mother get up to?" she asks.

"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."

"I see," Euna says. "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 was one of these exploits?"

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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 craving for your father's shitOrdinarily she would make others drink her own water, but when pregnant, a thirst came over her. She developed a taste for your father's pissUsualy, she loved to have her body covered in other people's cum, but when pregnant, a hunger came over her. She'd suck down as much cum as she could, from anyone she could."

"When your mother was pregnant, your father's lust for filth games increased several fold. He had your mother consume his shit all through her termHe had your mother drink every drop of urine he pissed all through her termHe put your mother on an endless diet of cum. Either from him, the royal guards, or even peasants.."

"You're saying my mother used to consume wastedrink urineswallow countless men's seed when she was pregnant? With me?"

"It became an obsession. I know the chambermaid said at the time that she never needed to clean your father's chamberpot. He'd use it to relieve himself. 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."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."

"It became an obsession. I know the chambermaid at the time said your father's piss pot was never once touched. At meals, your mother would server herself his piss from a crystal decanter as though it were fine wine. In the bedroom, you'd find her on her knees, caressing her pregnant belly, while guzzling his piss straight from his cock.If he needed to relieve himself, he'd have your mother get on her knees so he could ram his cock in her mouth and piss right into her stomach. Didn't matter if it was first thing in the morning, or if she was crawling under the table for him in the dining hall.

"It became an obsession. She tried her best to make cum the only food she ate, which was a challenge for a woman eating for two. She'd have a chambermaid carry jugs into town for men to fill with their cum. They'd bring them back full to the brim with tepid, stale cum, yet she'd guzzle them down and send for more. ...that's when she wasn't getting cum straight from the source from her guards.Your father would have maids carry jugs into town for men to fill with their cum. They'd bring them back full to the brim with tepid, stale cum. He'd order your mother to guzzle them down one after another until her stomach could hold no more.

"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 own 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."

"That's quite some dedication."

"How do you feel knowing you may have been formed from the waste of others."

"Frankly, I don't know," she says. "It's as though I'm destined to become an utterly vile and disgusting woman."

"Your hand was dealt before you were born."

"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 plundered her pussy."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 plundered her pussy."reamed her asshole."

"Whose?" Euna asks. "My mother's asshole? Or Nadiya's?"

"From what I heard, 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."

"I suppose so," she says. "Still shocking. I can't believe I never knew."

"I don't think Alex knew either."

"Thank the Lord."

"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. 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 bites her lip. "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."

"She loved to wallow. 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 have Yelena wallow in her own filth. This wasn't a direct order, more of a standing order, so when she was often alone in her room, she might indulge herself. 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.Sometimes she'd wear an undergarment for weeks. At nights, she'd lie naked on her bed and scour its gusset with her tongue, or smear the gooey mess all about her breasts. Sometimes, she kneel on her bed with her pillow between her knees, and she diddle herself to climax so spray her drippings all over her own pillow. Of course the chambermaids were forbidden from changing the linens. She slept in her own mess.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.Men could splatter her body with their cum, or fill her snatch. Women could drizzle her with their leavings, or grind themselves against her body. But before they could pollute her, they had to prove their worth by plying their tongue upon her unwashed pussy.

"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.cum upon her, so that she may wear their stain. And then she would lick their poles clean of her grime. 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 when they did, it got messyMore than you'd think. Hardly a week went by when she didn't get messyCrowds would take her up on her offer. Nearly every night, 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.Every inch of Yelena's skin dripped with cum, not to mention the crusty mess of a thousand other nights upon those unwashed sheets. When Yelena awoke, she was utterly unconcerned. She writhed for a bit before striding off to her bath, leaving a mess with every step."

Euna grinds her butt more securely into your lap. She pulls you against her. "Tell me more about my mother," she orders.

"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.

"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," Euna says. "Was there more?"

"A little. You want to hear it?"

She ponders. "Hmm. Not tonight. You've given me enough to dwell on for now. Your food has grown cold enough." Euna gets off your lap and returns your plate of food. "You'll tell me the rest another day. I enjoy hearing about her debauchery."

"Understood, Your Highness."

"Is there any more?" she asks.

"Maybe, but I think we're done for tonight. You should eat your food before it gets cold."

Euna pouts. "Very well, but you will tell me more some day. I've always heard rumors about my mother, but I had no idea."

"She was quite a woman."

"Quite a harlot, it sounds like," Euna says. "a true mistress, legendary for her sexual exploits.""and unfailingly obedient with a penchant for humiliation."

"I would have liked to have met her," you say. "Alas, I've only these stories."

"Maybe one day I'll have stories comparable to hers."

"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 chamberpot. There was a large, brown smear along the bottom. She had Selia on her hands and knees licking that mess up.

"Then came the day when Natasha called her in to point out a full log 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 soiled 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.

"Any time Marko would come to his room and find piss still in his pot, 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 this was 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. Once after her duties, I caught her kneeling upon her bed, feverishly rubbing herself while pressing her piss-wet skirt to her nose.

"Of course, everyone knew 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.

"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 piss pot 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 of like minds 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. Actually, perhaps you shouldn't."

"I agree. I think it's better if you think of them on your own."

"Perhaps I will," she says. "You've certainly polluted my mind enough already."

"I hope to hear what you think up."

"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 licked away every last trace, 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 climbed onto the kitchen table and squatted over the mixing bowl, no simple task wearing those heeled shoes, but it was a hell of a sight, and I don't need to tell you what she left coiled on top of 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. It seemed at first he would send it back, but after a few tentative bites, he decided he liked it."

"No," Euna says.

"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 add her own contribution to whatever the chef was making. Afterward, she'd tower over the chef until that meek little woman had mixed in the waste."

"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."

"And Lord Marko never complained." you add. "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 for her contribution. Selia would have the chef to place the bowl on the ground, and then she'd squat down and add her ingredient.

"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. 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 cookiessoup. 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 wasteurine, then she'd sell it to those who 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'd grown 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 with her face buried between Selia's buttocks. She grew to worship Selia's asshole, and Selia enjoyed dominating the young woman.with her mouth upturned. Selia would be relieving herself, and 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 once saying to the chef, 'he can still have my waste, but only after you've enjoyed it first.'"water, but only after you 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..."

"I think I'll save myself for the chef's work," she says dryly. "I doubt just anyone can make such a sordid ingredient work."

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."

"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."

Box of Food removed from inventory

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.She gives you a long kiss before you two curl up together.

Go to sleep.

You and Euna retire to the alcove.

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.

She strips down to her chemiseadjusts her gown modestly and lays down upon the bed. When you join her, she cuddles up to you. The sweet scent of her hair fills your senses.

"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."

"...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."

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.

"I shall take the back of the cave," Euna says, "and you can sleep here, near the entrance."

"I'm allowed to sleep near you, am I?"

"Yes. We've only one shelter. I think I've had enough of the Nimic necessity to sleep in private."

"Your Highness!"

"It's simple foolishness not to. We've only one shelter." She arches an eyebrow at you. "But we lie down together as Nimic sisters would. Understood?"

"On my honor." You nod solemnly.

You both retire for the night.

You both prepare for bed. Euna retires to the cave while you find a comfortable patch of earth to sleep upon.

You both prepare for bed. Euna takes the bedding deeper within the alcove, leaving you nearer to the entrance.

Go to sleep.

You lift up.

Euna breaths deep, and then licks her lips delectably. Her breath tickles against your hole. It digs right in when you sit back down.

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

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 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?

"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."

"Times before coming to the convent?"

"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.

With one hand buried in Euna's wombsnatch, you begin poking fingers into her ass.

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.

Her ass is dry, but the hand buried in her pussy is slick. So you switch hands. Your slick hand disappears up her ass with minimal effort, but now to work your other hand into her gash.

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. 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.""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 womb.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 your fist past her abused cervix.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 oozes 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. "That was intense," she whispers. "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 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.

"No, no. Enough." She clamps her thighs around your arms. "You'll have many more days to wear out my poor holes. Please, sit with me while I recover."

You pull out. Each emerging fist causes her to shudder, but she's too drained to get back into it. The moment you lie down beside her, she snuggles up against you.

"What have you turned me into?" she mutters.

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 shit in my womb."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."

"Do you think you're finally ready to try a carnal sin?"

"Hmm." She strokes your hair. "You and your strange fixation of my rose."

Your eyebrows dance.You bite your lip mischevously. "Well?"

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

"Hmm." She pulls her ass away from your face and scrutinizes you. She looks down at you between her legs. Holding you tight against her with her sex squeezing, she scrutinizes you. She scrutinizes you. "You are suggesting the carnal sin of anal sodomy, yes?"

"I love it when you talk dirty."

Your response is to peck her with a sweet kiss.

"What else is there for two women to do besides what you've already been doing?" she asks. "We can't exactly engage in the act of sodomy. That sin requires men."

"Women can sin just fine on their own. We just need a cock of our own to work with."

"If you have a cock we can use, then I will humor you."

"I just might." You fetch the ropes and the pestle. With a few neat binds about your pelvis, you've got the pestled fastened between your legs such that it sticks up like a rigid cock."

Euna eyes it warily. "I see..."

"You did say you'd humor me."

"Very well, you pervertlittle hussy." She rolls over. "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... messy. That will be your fault, since this is your idea." She's blushing a little as she says the last part.

Euna pulls her knees to her chest.

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.

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 just a reflex." You work your fingers work in and out until her asshole remains slack.

"Slowly now," she warns.

"Of course." You position your cockthe pestle 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. Her hips start humping in time with your thrusts. Her expression is that of someone trying an exotic food for the first time. The pestle still buried in her snatch. You work it in and out in rhythm while fucking her ass.She 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. 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. This sex is no longer a tentative trial. Her moans turn to ragged whines that reach a crescendo.

"Come with me..." she mutters. "Come with me."

Her hand works frantically at her snatch. Her moans turn to ragged whines. Her body spasms, and her ass clutches your shaft like a vice. Bottomed out, you fire cum deep into her bowels.the pestle like a vice.

You're wilting by the time she comes down. Breathless, she goes limp and rests her eyes. You remain draped up on her, holding her against your chest.gently laying kisses along her neck and down between her breasts.

"I've just committed the carnal sin of sodomy," she whispers. "A unclean act practiced only by lustful sinners.""And with a woman no less. Nimel would not be pleased."

"Was it worth it?"

She twists around to look you in the eyes. Her smile is warm and content. "What do you think?"

You start pushing in. This time, when she resists, you don't stop, not at first. You go a little deeper into her bowels. With the next thrust, you go deeper still. Her anal ring grows tighter the farther up your arm you go.

Hissing, Euna pulls away. "Too much."

"Just relax." You push harder. "Or this will hurt more."

More resisting. "Ah! Too much! I don't think I can do this."

"I guess we'll find out."

Hissing, Euna pulls away. "I said go gently."

"I am," you reply. "I'm gently going deeper."

"Is this safe?"

"Perfectly safe," you say, although you actually have no idea.

Euna bites her lips. "Very well. Plunder deep, but use your common sense."

You plunder 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 arm. You jab 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. 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.You're almost up to your elbow by the time you stop making progress.

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.

And then she cries out. It's a powerful orgasm that takes her minutes to come down from. Her ass is like a vice around your arm all through it, refusing to let go until she's done. By then, Euna is limp. You extract your arm. Juices coat its length.

"Oh my Lord," she mutters. "It feels like you stirred my insides. Now I'm all mixed up." She sighs. "I don't think I could handle that very often."

"Well, I plan to do it whenever I want," you say. "So from now on, you're going to start training your ass to take bigger insertions the same you train your cunt. Is that understood?""So you better start training your ass to take bigger insertions the same as you train your cunt, or I'm going to end up splitting you apart."

Exhausted, she nods. "Yes, my mastermistress. I will begin training. My ass is yours to do with what you will."

"Good. Make sure it's just as accomodating as your cunt."

"Oh my Lord," she mutters. "It feels like you stirred my insides. Now I'm all mixed up." She sighs. "I see I'm going to have to start training my ass to take fistings just like I train my cunt."

"You're going to give yourself even more daily stretching exercises?"

"After an orgasm like that, I'm certain I won't ever be satisfied with an anal fisting again unless it's elbow deep and merciless." She gives a tired grin. "You've ruined me just a little more."

She doesn't turn when she feels your saliva on her hole, but she does when you smear it about and start working fingers into her.

"That is not sufficient," she says. "You'll tear me apart."

"If you say so." You spit several more times. Your saliva runs rivulets along her thigh.

"You don't honestly believe your spittle is enough, do you?"

"Maybe it'll sting a little, but we already know your ass can take my fist, right?"

"Hmm." Euna pulls her legs up to give you better access. You worm two fingers into her ass. It's not easy. Your spit isn't quite doing the trick. The skin of her anal ring drags against your fingers. Nonetheless, tucking your thumb, you push and prod. It takes incredible amounts of back and forth. Euna is trying her best not to cry out, but this is far from a smooth entry, but through force, you make her ring expand to take your fist.

"See?" you say.

"It hurts..."

"I'm sure, but I'm still going to wreck your ass, so get used to it."

"As you wish." She settles back. "Please, don't concern yourself with my suffering."

"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. Her anal ring collapses inward with each shove, and tents outward with each withdrawal. Small smears of blood appear on your arm.

Euna is in tears. Her wrists strain against their binds. Her fists clench the sheets. She's braced back on her elbows. But she's keeping her legs stay spread for you, trying her best to endure the pain of such a dry violation.

After doing it long enough, however, her sobbing cries rise in pitch, until she becomes a tense, convulsing mess.

Long after sex has concluded, her breathing is still labored, and she's tenderly feeling her damaged hole. Each touch causes her to wince. "I think it's torn."

"You'll be fine," you say. "We'll just leave it alone for a while."

She nods and curls up to you. Her sniffling eventually subsides. "It's okay if you don't want to," she finally says. "If you want to fist my ass again..."

You kiss her. "We'll let it heal for now."

She relaxes. "Thank you."

"Will you be all right?" you ask.

She nods and curls up to you. "I'll just need to leave it alone a while, but Lord, was that intense."

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.The pestle dangling between your legs. It has brown smears along its length, and a small accululation packed under the ropes binding it.

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.the pestle dangling between your legs. It has brown smears along its length, and a small accululation packed under the ropes binding it.

Euna kneels by your cock.before you. 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.the pestle into her mouth and sucks. Then she suckles along its length. 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.Her tongue runs along the ropes looping its base. 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, the ropes, and the pestle 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."

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.

It twitches as you brush your fingers over it.

Have anal sex with her.

Fist her ass.

Rim her.

Suggest anal sex.

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 mannasty young lady."

"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.Pungent flavors fill 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.

You writh and squirm as Euna pleasures you. Your thighs squeeze about her head. Your fist curls through her hair.

With a strong grip, you force her deeper into your sex. She whimpers. Her face buries deep in your folds. She can only keep licking while you maintain your firm grip with her hair.

With a strong grip, you press her face against your sex. She yelps and tries to pull away, but your fist clenches. Your thighs hug her skull. Only when she resumes tonguing you do you loosen.

As Euna sucks your cock, you rest your hand upon the back of her hand, winding your fingers through her hair. Then your grip tightens.

She whimpers. Her eyes meet yours momentarily, but with your fist's firm grip, she obediently keeps sucking you off. This is just your way of steering her rhythm.

She gives a muffled cry of surprise and tries to pull away, but your clenched fist keeps her in place. Her alarmed eyes meet yours, but seeing your dispassion, she slowly resumes sucking you off, while your hand controls her pace.

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 hardwooden cock. She doesn't notice your hand taking a fistful of her long, golden hair.

Your first tug elicits a shrill cry. She tries to look back at you, but your grip doesn't allow, and using her hair as a handle, you yank her back upon your cock again and again.

She has no choice but to comply. Her ass clutches your shaft. Her body slaps against your pelvis. Euna's back is arched and her head is pulled back from your yanking. Animalistic grunts escape her throat, mixed with whimpers.

You curl your fist in her hair as she bobs on your cock. She doesn't react until you yank hard. She cries out shrilly. Her face is left upturned, staring up at you. Your cock rests upon her face, and she fishes for it with her mouth like a dog straining her leash, but your grip holds her steady.

Then you steer her head back down upon your cock, leaving her no control at all. She sucks as much as she's allowed until you yank her off again to prostrate her before you. Each time, she's left gasping.

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.

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.

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.

You roll up so you're hunkered over Euna's face looking down her body. While she licks, you take a firm grip of both her nipples and pinch. She jerks and cries out into your sex. Instead of letting up, As you fuck her, While you hump her cleavage, you squeeze both of her bound tits viciously. Choked as they are, the pain is amplified, and Euna cries out in response.Euna hisses in response. You twist and squeeze, as kneading dough, By now, you've got firm grips on both her globes, like handholds to better fuck her with. It twists and pulls her flesh, You stretch them around your member with no concern for the pain your tit fucking is causing her, yet even as she writhes, Euna arches her back, jutting her chest outward as though desperate for this abuse.

As you pleasure her clit with your tongue, As you hammer into her, While your tongue tickles along her rim, As you work digits in and out of her snatch, 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 tongue teases about. as your other fingers work her pussy. Soon, you try again, and her hole slowly yields. Euna bucks. She grinds her sex against your face. Her sex squeezes your cock. Your finger works deep and pries her open for your tongue to delve. Your fingers are buried now in both her ass and her squeezing quim. Second knuckle. Third knuckle. Her ass easily allows you to slip in and out without resistance.

Then you get to work sucking and tonguing. You stab deep into her hole and feel her rim squeeze you out. It's having its effect. Her legs tremble and squeeze.

Almost as quickly as though you'd been working her clit, she's crying out and bucking purely from your stimulation to her anal rim.

And just like that, she's left gasping and spent.

"Ohh," she moans. "That was... oddly incredible."

"Sounds like you have a new favorite hole."

"Sounds like you do," she says. "I still don't see why you'd ever want to put your mouth there, but if it suits you..." She wraps her legs about you in an embrace. "Just don't expect me to kiss you."

You plant a kiss upon her navel. "In time, Your Highness."

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."

You start first by kissing Euna. Her kisses migrate down your chin, to your neck, and your breasts. She's content to enjoy those, when you start guiding her down your belly.

She lingers once her kisses are upon your navel, and your nudging doesn't get her farther.

"A little bit lower," you whisper.

"I know what you're aiming for," she whispers. "I'm just... unsure."

"If you're not ready..."

"No, no. I've already bedded with you, haven't I. So it's not really not much more of a sin. And you've done so for me."

"I have," you say. "So will you kiss me back?"

Euna chews her lip in thought. She goes back to kissing your belly.

Slowly, her lips work lower, playing first upon your dick, but continuing onover your furredbare mound, to just outside the lips of your sex. She lingers, as though still torn. Her breath is both warm, yet it cools the slick wetness. She's taking in your aroma.

It starts with a kiss, on one lip, and then the other. They wander away, down your thighs, only to find their way back. This isn't reluctance anymore. It's teasing. Her breath tickles more than her lips. She leaves a trail up and down your lips, and a few right upon your button. Those kisses cause little jolts.

At first it's hard to distinguish her tongue. It taps as lightly as her lips, but then comes the first rasp. She's tasting you now. Her traces your folds, both in and out as though exploring—growing acquanted with a flower she'll come to love. And finally her tongue parts your lips and presses inside.

All coyness is gone now. Her tongue traces and tickles and circles. You're having trouble keeping still now. A well of tension is building inside you, which she seems to sense. For her lips focus upon your small nub. A final shockwave seizes you and sends you past a point of no return.

You can't help yourself. You tremble. You mewl. You writhe. And then you're done.

Euna rests her chin upon your belly and grins up at you. "How was that for a kiss, my love?"

Afterward, you two snuggle together. Though peaceful, her kisses upon your face and neck continue. Even resting, she can't stop from showing her love.

"A little more," you whisper, indicating your fingers.

A third finger slips inside you. After some pumping, then comes a fourth. Four fingers saw in and out with ease, and then she pauses, and there's the thumb. She's looking up at you inquisitively. You nod, so she tucks her thumb and pushes.

"A little more," you whisper, indicating three fingers.

She slips a third finger into you beside the first two. Her lips keep nuzzling your clit.

"Another."

She does so hesitantly. It's starting to feel tight, but this isn't your limit.

"Euna," you whisper, and when she looks, you indicate your whole fist.

Her eyes go wide with bewilderment. "You can't be serious."

"Do it."

She does not return to sucking your clit, but focuses rather on sawing her four finger into you past her knuckles. You are still pliable, so after steeling herself, she tucks her thumb and pushes.

It's been a while. You focus on relaxing yourself, and even so its tight work, but you hump back against her, and soon her lips swallow her hand all the way to your lips. That wonderful full feeling is worth a little hurt.

"I wasn't sure if you could take my fist," Euna says. "I figure yes, but it's fun to find out."

Euna is flabbergasted. "My Lord." She works her fist in and out. "Doesn't this hurt?"

"Hmm, no." You're savoring the feeling. "Keep going..."

Her fist works timidly at first, as though afraid she might hurt you, but the harder you hump back against her, the more bold she becomes, until she's pistoning her hand into you well past her wrist. It brings both pain and pleasure, and it builds inside you until it's too much, and it all bleeds out of you at once.

Then comes the cramp. Her fist is big, and your muscles are tight.

With a little push from you, Euna extracts her hand. "What have you been doing with your life that you can take a fist like that?"

"I've been having fun while you were keeping your virtues up in that convent."

Euna traces her slick fingers along your thighs. "Apparently so."

"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."

"Want to learn a new trick?" you ask.

Euna stops her efforts and looks at you, her head by your crotch. "Such as?"

You whisper 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 sex, just beneath your cock. It strums up and down its folds until extending past the bottom. perineum—the stretch of skin between your balls and your sphincter. It tickles every crevice.

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 under your ballsackin your sex. Her hands work your shaftcaress along your thighs 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."

The pleasure build inside of you different than if she were working your sex, and you're unsure you're going to get off at all, but after slow building, she stabs her tongue deep, and your climax just happens. This fount of pleasure spreads through you, making your toes curl and your breath shudder. Her fingers suddenly upon your clit causes you to scream out. You're left breathless.

She's sitting on her heels beaming with pride. "Did I perform the trick properly?" she asks.

"Couldn't have done it better myself," you reply.

"And men enjoy this too?"

"They like it more."

"Seems like it must be clumsier to do. Their rod and jewels must be in the way."

"You will get your nose buried in their sack," you agree. "Just use your hands, if they're free. Work their rod and their rose, and you'll have them signing songs about you."

"Songs of that shameless strumpet they once met." She snuggles up against you. "I don't know if I'll be plying this trick on men, but it's a good trick to know in case I ever decide. Thank you for teaching me."

"Of course," you say. "Anything to help you become a shameless strumpet."

You can feel her smile against your chest.

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 wrists strain against her ropes, but she doesn't throw you off.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,as though ready to thrash and throw you off. Then her bound hands relax, 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 throws 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 hands writhe about in their binding, as though filled with pensive energy.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."

"Please, my mastermistress. Please shit in my mouth. Let me swallow your waste right into my sewer of a 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, because it's what you 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 rests back. "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 mastermistress. 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 wrists tug against the ropes. Her thighs rub together.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'sa man'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! Oh, ohhh," and she's lost for a moment, body trembling. It's quite a moment of passion considering she was never able to touch herself.Her hand scrub between her legs until she's too sensitive for her own touch.

You kneel down above Euna's head such that your pestle cock is dangling right before her face. She looks at you inquisitively.

"Want to try something new?" you ask.

"Want to learn a new trick for giving men head?" you ask.

"Always," she replies.

"Then I'm going to fuck your face."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean instead of you sucking cock for 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'm going to fuck it like it's just another hole to fuck."

She grins wickedly. "Sounds punishing." She lays down by your strapped-on manhood. "Then do so. Violate my face."

Lifting her head up by her chin, you push yourthe cock into her mouth. Once at the back of her throat, she gags. You keep on going until every inch of youthe tool is in her mouth. She has hardly a moment to adjust before you clutch her head 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.Her throat swells each time the bulbous pestle hammers down her gullet.

You pull away for a second. She gasps for air. Saliva and mucus dribbles from yourthe 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.

This goes on for far longer than necessary for teaching her the trick. You rape her face until she's flopping about like a fish in need of air, and then you fuck her a few minutes longer. To finish, you bury the pestle 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 and tears stream down her face. 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.""I look forward to letting men rape my mouth too."

You position yourself behind Euna and line your strapped on cock up with her asshole. When you press forward, her experience ass easily accept you 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 ass milks your memberthe tool.

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 cockphallus in.

She tenses. "Take it slow," she says.

You do so, pushing gently and allowing her back passage to accept your memberthe tool. After bottoming out, you pull back until just the head 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.

Your climax builds.It's not long before she's trembling and mewling. With a few sharp slaps to her ass, you Gripping her long hair, you yank her back. She wails, and her ass squeezes tight, but you don't let her stop. Her ass slaps against your thighs as you You slam yourthe cock deep into her rectum. Your seed fills her bowels. She cries out in ecstasy.

Afterward, her asshole gapes a little. 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, smearing cum, sliding inside a few times. "I shouldn't enjoy this," she whispers. "But maybe that's why I do."

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 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 wombcanal, you're back to pistoning her with both fists while she trembles and writhes.

You go to switch your arms. There are stains your knuckles. Euna clamps her thights together.

"No?" you ask.

"As fun as it was last time, I'd rather not spend half the night cleaning myself out again. I'm already tainted enough."

"Very well." You press your filthy fist back into her ass, then other back into her wombcanal. You're soon back into a rhythm.

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. You press through her cervix. The filthiness of such an adulterated fisting has her quaking. With only a few thrusts, she's wailing. She tries to pull away one moment. The next 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 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 deep into her pussy and push through her cervix.You press back 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.

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.

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 deep into her womb. Brown juices leak from her lips.into her cunt. It's tinging brown.

Euna trembles in pleasure all the same as you work both her holes.

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 womb.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.

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.

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 and past her cervix 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.

Leaving your fist buried in her womb,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 womb and the deep bowels of her colon.her hole. Within minutes, she's convulsing and whimpering. Her holes squeezes your arms.

You fetch the bottle of akkoro slime from the pack.

"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 lubricant.

"Where did you get that?" Euna asks.

"I have no idea," you reply.

You fetch the bottle of daywither syrup.

"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 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. "Gently," 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 oil."

Two fingers fit into her ass easy enough, but the third meets with friction.

"If you want to keep going," she says, "you need oil."

After slathering your fist, you After coating your fist with slime, you You collect some of Euna's vaginal discharge about your hand, and with what's left, you spit on her hole. It's hardly anything. Even pushing a few fingers into her is rough, and it causes her to hiss. You still work four fingers into her hole.

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. So go ahead, but please be careful."

"When?"

"Wouldn't you like to know. Go on now. But be careful."

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 your knuckles slip through.

Breathless, Euna clamps her thighs around your arm.Breathless, Euna reaches and feels only your wrist. "My Lord. It's actually in!" She holds your arm in place. Your fingers are clamped together inside her by her enveloping rectum. Her anal ring squeezes your wrist. "Very slowly," she warns.

You're up to your knuckles now. Only your thumb remains, which you tuck and push. And push, and twist, and jab. Euna struggles through this as best she can,and soon your fist slips inside."and takes real force to work your hand into that dry hole, but you manage."

Her anal ring now clenches your wrist.

"Hmm," Euna pulls her leg closer toward her chest.

With each thrust you make, her ass relaxes a little more, you delve a little deeper. Soon her anal ring is clenching your arm up close to your elbow. Her bowels hug your arm like a warm sleeve, and your fingers feel the turn deep in her bowels.

You begin pushing in deeper, despite her clamping ring. Once you're half way to your elbow, you begin to pump harder and faster, plundering deep into her bowels.You push. She winces, and her anal ring clamps down. You're hardly able to gain an extra inch, but by working your fist about, you do manage a gentle rhythm even if your never dive deeper than your wrist. With your other hand, youShe reaches down to grind the pestle deep in her pussy.strums her clit. Her cries reach a crescendo, and suddenly, she pushes back on your invading arm, impaling herself.Soon, she comes to a moaning orgasm. Her ring squeezes. Her sex oozes over your wrist.

Afterward, her ass reluctantly gives up your fist with a small pop.

"Ooh, that was intense." Euna rubs her poor abused hole. "I hope you're satisfied. You've wrecked my poor bottom. I don't think I'll be walking right tomorrow."

"Then you'll be thinking about that orgasm with every step you take," you reply.

"Don't stop. Don't stop," she whines.

You press on until she's convulsing. Only then do her thighs clamp around your arm, holding your fist in place.does she reach down and grab your elbowwrist. "No more," she whimpers, but she does savor the slow pull as your fists emerge from her womb and the bowels of her ass fists emerge from her holes fist emerges from her ass with a pop.

"Oh Lord." Euna feels her abused groin. "My body really wasn't made for this. I'm going to be in pain for a while."

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 bodicegown 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.

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. I will not clean it away until you tell me to.""If you think staining my face with your seed will get me to cave in and bathe, you're wrong." She curls close. "I enjoy it too much."

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.

Moving up towards her head, you take a firm grip of her hair and put your cock to her lips. Euna dutifully takes 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, and pushes it into your rectum. Your pleasure amplifies when she massages that particular spot inside you, just behind your testicles.

As you get closer, she maneuvers your legs up. She kisses down your shaft, She suckles your balls, She tastes your pussy.She nibbles your perineum. Finally, she fastens her lips to your ass and burrows her tongue into your rectumas though she hungers for what might be within. Her hands work your cock all the while.

You erupt over your belly, but it doesn't matter. Euna's lips trace a trail up, and she licks the mess off of you.

When you feel the moment come, you yank her back by her hair, illiciting a gasping moan. Her face is held upturned, and when you rest your cock's head upon her lips and work yourself, she opens to accept your impending offering. Pumping your own cock, you fire your cum into her upturned mouth. She remains still until your offering sits pooled upon her tongue.

When she feels your grip tightens on her hair, she fastens her mouth about your cock and guzzles your cum.

Sensing you're approaching orgasm, she takes 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.

When she sense you tense, she fastens her mouth about your cock. You fire cum into the back of her throat. She swallows again and again, sending it straight to her stomach. Her fingers massage your ballspump your shaft to milk them for every last drop.

Moments before you erupt, Euna backs off and jacks off your saliva-wet shaft while aiming your cock at her face. Your cum splatters over her cheeks, nose, and forehead, and she relishes every last drop.

Afterward, she gives you a satisfied grin. While you're gathering your breath, she licks up drops of cum welling from your cock as though savoring the remnants of a fine meal.

With every tingling jolt Euna's tongue causes, you squirm a little more. The urge to take over and push yourself over the edge becomes too much, and pressing a hand to the back of her head, you pull Euna's face against you.

And you're in charge now. Humping and grinding, you smear your sex across Euna's lips and nose until you careen over the edge. Crying out, you fuck her face with abandon. The wet slick of your arousal smears over her face.

After you've come down, you look between your legs to find Euna nonplussed. Her face, from chin to forehead, glistens with your secretions. She sits back "That was... unexpected."

"I just couldn't quite get over the edge," you say. "I needed to take over."

"It's quite all right" Euna tries to prop herself up as best she can with her hands bound.Euna sits up. "But my that got messy."

"I guess so,I'm sorry," you say.

"You've left me a stained with your scent, but that's fine." She wipes her face against her arm.She wipes her face of the worst of it. "I'm coming to learn that sex is simply meant to be messy."

While kissing Euna, you slowly nudge her downward. She works her own way down, nibbling your breasts, your belly and finally hovering over your sex.After kissing Euna, you crawl up her bound body, first draping your breasts before her to suckle, and then stopping with knees on either side of her with your sex just before her mouth. Her tongue teases and tickles. Sometimes she licks and deep inside of you as she can as though trying to drink from your fount. Other times she nuzzles your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through you. Soon she's four fingers deep in your slitSoon she's working two of her fingers in and out of your slit.

Her tongue upon your clit causes small jolts inside of you which lingers. It echos about your belly pulling you tighter and tighter. You grind your sex over Euna's face, smearing your juices. Euna relishes in this, all while homing in on your clit. You can hardly stay still, and sensing this, Euna homes in on your clit. Taking a firm grip of her hair, you pull her into your sex. You grip her tits like a vice. Despite her squirms of pain, you only squeeze harder to brace for the coming release. The intensity spikes hard. One final caress of her lips, and the knot snaps. Spasms take control.

But in time subsides, and you're left exhausted. Euna's face glistens from chin to cheek with your arousal.Euna stares up from between your legs. Her eyes hold a smile like a cat.

With every tingling jolt Euna's tongue causes, you squirm a little more. The urge to take over and push yourself over the edge becomes too much, and pressing a hand to the back of her head, you pull Euna's face against you.

And you're in charge now. Humping and grinding, you smear your sex across Euna's lips and nose until you careen over the edge. Crying out, you fuck her face with abandon. The wet slick of your arousal smears over her face.

By the time you've settled down beside her, you've left Euna smeared from chin to forehead. She licks her lips.

"Thank you for marking my face with your wonderful scent. I will wear it until you tell me to wash it off."

"Was that part of your challenge?" she asks. "You mark me, and challenge me to keep it on."

"Maybe."

"Nice try, but I have no trouble wearing your scent upon my face." She curls close. "I enjoy it."

"Don't swallow," you say. Crouching over her head, you tilt her head back and line your dickyour strapped-on cock with her shit-packed lips. Thrusting in, you ram a mass of shit down her throat into her belly. She gags and thrashes. Shit squeezes out between her lips and your cockthe pestle. After a few thrusts, you pull out and spoon some of it back in with your tip, only to hammer it down her throat again.

Taking hold of Euna's head with both hands, you begin forcing her head upon your strap-on cock. She gags, but you push on through until you're lodged down her throat. Euna struggles, but tied up as she is, she can onlyEuna clutches your hips to brace herself for the impending throat rape.

You hammer her throat repeatedly. Her neck visibly expands to accommodate your member.the pestle. 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 stream tears. Her face is red, yet she always has her mouth open, ready to be violated again.

You yank her head down upon your cock to its base, and you hold. After some concentration, you release your bladder. Your urine mixes with the shit mass in her mouth into a swampy sludge. Some spills down her cheeks.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.

After a while, all that remains in her mouth is some brown sludge. That's when 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 and eyes streaming tears. After catching her breath, Euna licks up cum and shit stains her lips.

"I hope my mouth was a pleasurable enough hole for you to rape." "I'm pleased that you know how to properly use my mouth." She wraps her legs about you and holds close.

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?"

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."

You guide Euna to lie back. However, the moment you move to squat over her, she squirms away.

"You were about to smother me while I'm tied up," she says.

"Yes? And?"

"What if I need air? I wouldn't be able to do anything. I'd panic"

"Maybe that's the idea," you say.

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 situate your pussy over mouth and release your bladder. The first of the stream runs down her cheeks and into her hair before she realizes what you're doing and fixes her lips over your urethra. From then, she gulps down every drop of piss you give her.

When you finish, you lift and peer down. Her chest is heaving as she gulps air. She licks her lips of your urine and regards you. She's ready for more, and so you sit your self back down on her face.

As she tongues you, you rock about, grinding your you squeeze her tits about your member and hump frantically, grinding your you work your own cock and grind your pussy and asshole over her mouth, chin, and nose.

Your climax comes. Globs of semen splatter Euna's belly.

When your climax comes, you sit your full weight upon her face.

By the time you lift off, she's left gasping.

Both of her tits are swollen and tender from the ropes binding them. Their flesh is dark red.Her breasts 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.

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.

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 caress her body, brushing her skin lightly, almost tickling. The lightest brush over her nipple incites a shudder. A caress along her thigh causes a twitch. Your fingers conduct upon her skin until her breath grows shallow and her sex flowers. Only then do you stray below. Her legs spread for you.

Your fingers run circles around her clit. Euna presses her crotch against your hand, wanting more. Two of your fingers slip inside of her. Another presses into her rose. 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."

"Yes, it is. Now settle back and brace yourself."

Euna does so.

"I'll stop if you'd like."

She chews her lips. "No. Go ahead, but stop if I tell you."

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. Four fingers is enough for tonight."

"No more?" You inch your fingers in and out.

Her juices ooze over your hand, and she shudders. "No more fingers," she says, "but yes. More."

Euna hugs close. Her leg drapes over your thigh.You drape your leg over hers and squeeze her closer still. Her forehead presses to yours now, and she shudders the more your bunched fingers burrow deep.fingers tease her. The finger in her ass ventures farther. Intimate now, you can hear her shallow whimpering, and just as your working fingers push over into a moment of trembling ecstasy, her lips find yours and she squeezes you tight.

Even once she's done, her grip doesn't loosen. Your two intertwined bodies relax together while she gently smothers you with light kisses.

You line your brown-streaked cockthe brown-streaked phallus up with her slit. She tenses, knowing how it had just been in her ass, but looking right at you, she nods her assent.

Mounting her, you thrust into her enflamed pussy.

You line your cockthe pestle up with her slit.

She tenses. "Wait."

"What?"

She examines your cock.the pestle pointing out from your crotch. "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. Her thrusts become erratic. This climax came on quickly, and yet she hammers right through it.

She easily accepts you into herself and pulls you close until you're buried up to the hilt. With her arms and legs, she traps you in her embrace as her vaginal walls squeeze. Her piss-soaked body feels clammy against yours. Soon, you're thrusting away as she whimpers with pleasure. Soon, your hammering her hard while slapping her ass raw. Soon, you're gripping her tits from behind and using them to yank her back onto your tool. Her whines take on a feverish pitch as you rut her. Her toes curl. She quakes beneath you. Whimpers escape her lips. Her pussy is particularly tight with the pestle buried in her ass, and when you reach around and work the pestle in and out in rhythm with your cock, it leave her mewling, with each thrust.

After a few more thrusts,Once she's mewling right at the edge of her climax, you deliver several stinging slaps to her ass pinch her nipples, digging your nails into the flesh. She cries out, but you just twist harder grab her hips and hammer deep in her snatch. Your cum fires against her cervix. Her vaginal walls squeeze your cock for every last drop. At the last moment, you press a finger against her asshole.

This 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 cockthe pestle from her pussy. It glistens with her vaginal nectar. White cum dribbles from her slit.

You slide your bunched fingers into Euna. There's a 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."

Fetch the the bottle of akkoro slime.

Fetch the lubricant

Fetch the the bottle of daywither syrup.

"You're wet. I bet you can take my fist without them."

The blue tinge of the slick daywither syrup is hardly noticeable when spread out over your hand.

The slight fishy smell of the slime worsens as you smear it over your hand, but it will make little difference to the bouquet already emanating from Euna's excited sex.

You start first with caressing Euna's body, delivering kisses from her thighs to her navel until her sex flowers of it's own accord, and your breath causes shivers. By then, she's dripping with her own arousal, and no oil is needed.

You worm two fingers into Euna's snatch. Four fingers enter just as easily, and Euna spreads her thighs invitingly, so you tuck your thumb and push forward. It takes some twisting and pushing and twisting; Euna winces and whimpers, even as she pushes back against you, but eventually your knuckles slip inside. Her vaginal lips clutch your wrist.

Taking hold of her hip to better leverage, you force your fist into her wet and ready snatch. Euna cries out just as her lips engulf your hand. Her walls squeeze.

You pump into her, slowly picking up your pace, until Euna's body jiggles with each thrust. She grinds herself against your fist. Wet sounds fill the air, and her juices drip along her thigh. Next comes your other fist. With some effort, you slide it in next to the first, and now you're alternately pumping into her like pistons.

"Oh, I can, can I?"

"Easily, I'm sure." Your fingers tease her lips and circle her clit. She's already flowered open.

"Interesting that you should make a wager that I must fulfill."

"Are you saying you're not even curious?" You slip three fingers into her. She winces, but you recognize the telltale tremors that ripple through her body. Her pussy is already leaving your fist slick.

Lips tight, she scrutinizes you. "Very well, but tread slowly."

After plenty of foreplay, slipping fingers into her still proves more resistance than with an oil, but whenever that happens, you simply return to circling clit, or caressing her thighs, or doing anything that gets a tremble out of her. It works, and with enough twisting and pushing. Her lips expand around your knuckles, and now hug your wrist.

Euna 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."

"Oh. So you don't like it?" You pull your fist from her gaping hole. "No more of this?" You push back inside her.

She bucks. "Ohh, Lord..."

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..."

The more you pump her yearning sex, the more easily she takes you into herself. 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. You withdraw, and Euna 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." After you've untied her, sheShe 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 like this."

She pulls you onto her into an embrace. "I'm sure you'd think so, you knavehussy. I'm not as perverted as you. Yet."

You fetch the bottle of the pungent ointment and dab your fingers in.

"Ah," Euna says. "I was wondering when we'd get around to using that in our games."

"Do you think you've had enough time to recover since the feast?"

"Whether I have or haven't..." She spreads her legs. "...you're not putting it away now."

"I think you've had enough time to recover since the feast."

"If you say so." She spreads her legs.

Euna spreads her legs. "Enjoy plundering me, my mastermistress""Don't use too much. I only need a fingerful."

Your hand slide into her easily. Your fingers find the plump little ring of her cervical entrance, and already it's softening. With every finger you slip in and smear Agnodine, another can soon join it.

"Hmm. Oh Lord this is indescribable," she says. "I think I'm ready. Now push."I think I'm ready now."

Your knuckles meet resistance, but you don't let that stop you. With a twisting shove, and a grunt from Euna, your hand pops into the tight confines of Euna's womb. It feels different in here, and tighter. The cervical hole is longer than her vaginal lips. It's like a sleeve upon your wrist. Inside, the walls are smoother, yet slick and warm. Her pulse emanates through the membrane. The end widens into a space which narrows to two small dimples on either side. Those would lead to her ovaries. You prod one, but your pinky is too thick.

Euna hisses and jolts. "Enjoying yourself?"

"I'm exploring," you reply. "I've never felt up here before?"

"Really? Not even with the Warped Ones?"

"They did amazing things with their wombs, but I was never a part of their acts, and it's hardly like any women would let me do this."

"Now that I have, what are you going to do to me?"

"I'm going to punish you by pummeling your womb."

Euna spreads her legs to a near split and rests back. "Then please abuse me."

"Well, you've had enough exploring. It's time you plunder my precious womb. Get to it."

You pull back until your fingers slip from her slack pussy lips, and in you go. Her cervix takes fresh prodding, but each time it takes less. You're getting a rhythm.

"Harder," she grunts. "Get me off."Euna whines. "It hurts. I don't think I can get off like this."

"Then I guess I'll have to go harder."

No more exploring. You're forcing your fist. No longer is her cervix having time to yield. You're violating it. Euna grunts and whimpers. You only go harder. Soon you're pistoning, from the tips of your knuckles to your elbow. This pace has her crying out, and every inch of her inside clenches tight, from lips to womb.

And then she's limp.

You withdraw your arm. Euna is left curling up.clutching her belly. "Oh Lord," she whispers. "The peek started deep inside me, and it spread to every corner of my body. I've never felt an climax like that."

"Want more?"

"Oh yes," she breathes. "My womb now exists for yourmy pleasure, but no more tonight."

Your hand slide into her easily, and you smear the Agnodine over her cervical ring. It's grown accustom to violation, and soon your fist slips deep into her womb, and piston your hand in and out.

She's whimpering now and can barely lie still as you force both your fistsyour fist into her womb again and again.deep inside her. "Don't stop..." she mutters. "Don't... ohhh." And her back arches. Her vaginal walls squeeze so tight it's as though to keep you forever inside her wombit never wants to let you go.

And then she collapes. Your fists comefist comes out with a wet pop. Her hole is left gaping.

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.

Finger her.

Fist her.

Try to fist her.

Go down on her.

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 along her slit where the pestle is invading her from the bottom 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 work the pestle in and out of her whileshow her sex good attention. Your tongue plays along her folds or you suckle her clit between your lips.

Past the dried cum encrusting her lips, is the cum you fired into her earlier.from her earlier fucking with others. It smells is powerfully of the virile horse cum she accepted into herself.

Fastening your lips about her sex, you worm your tongue inside of her suck. Feeling what your'e doing, Euna bears down. Her wet pussy flowers into yourmouth, and soon a congealed wad of slimy cum slowly seeps onto your tongue. The pungent taste invades your senses.

You swallow the load of cum down and get back to tonguing Euna's folds.

She's trembling now. Her walls squeeze your tongue every time you dip inside her, and her thighs squeeze your head. Her juices ooze.

"Yes... yes..." she mutters. "Almost..."

You zero in on her clit and press a finger into her ass while working the pestle about, and that starts her off. Bucking, she mewls like a kitten and tenses up. Her butt lifts off the bedding, and her squeezing thighs pull you along. It's a long, tumultuous orgasm that ends with ragged breaths.

You crawl up beside her. Tied as she is, she slithers herself against you.Her hand pushes you away, too sensitive for more. You crawl up beside her. She hugs you fiercely like a stuffed toy. "Hmm," she moans. "That was an orgasm. I nearly passed out." "I think you know what you're doing down there better than I do." "I owe you twenty orgasms for that one." "I've decided to keep you." "You are the best mastermistress a slave could ever want."

Euna's hands are still bound. She watches, waiting to see if you're going to do more to her.

After a moment of relaxing, Euna tests the ropes binding her. "Now," she says. "If you'll untie me. Or am I still at your mercy...?"

Untie the ropes.

Sex/Her/keep

Euna's hands are still bound. She looks at you expectantly.

After a moment of relaxing, Euna tests the ropes binding her. "That was wonderful," she says. "Now if you'll undo my bindings..."

Untie the ropes.

Sex/Her/keep

You untie the ropes about her wrists.

Euna pushes you to lie down. After a long kiss, she swings her leg over your face and folds over your body. Her sex presses to your mouth, just as her lips are upon you. Her tongue explores more than it focuses on getting you off. Your cock still wilts, but that doesn't stop her from showing it affection. She nibbles along your dick and runs her tongue over the crown. Her tongue travels low, and she suckles each of your balls. Then she explores the folds of your pussy as though to explore the taste for herself.

It's an intimate moment with your bodies locked together as one loop, end to end, limbs encircling the other.

Ecstasy comes of its own accord, first to Euna. She shudders atop of you. Then your arousal returns, and you finish next. goes right back to her exploring. Eventually you two simply rest together as one—head upon thigh, chests to one another.

Euna rolls over onto all fours and crawls down between your legs. "Settle back now," she nudges you to lie down. "I'm going to reward you now.""Let me please you."

She takes your hard member into her mouth and begins plying her skills. It as though she's doing this just as much for her own practice as it is to please you.

As you get closer, she maneuvers your legs up. She kisses down your shaft, She suckles your balls, She tastes your pussy.She nibbles your perineum. Finally, she fastens her lips to your ass and burrows her tongue into your rectumas though she hungers for what might be within. Her hands work your cock all the while.

You erupt over your belly, but it doesn't matter. Euna's lips trace a trail up, and she licks the mess off of you.

When you feel the moment come, you yank her back by her hair, illiciting a gasping moan. Her face is held upturned, and when you rest your cock's head upon her lips and work yourself, she opens to accept your impending offering. Pumping your own cock, you fire your cum into her upturned mouth. She remains still until your offering sits pooled upon her tongue.

When she feels your grip tightens on her hair, she fastens her mouth about your cock and guzzles your cum.

Sensing you're approaching orgasm, she takes 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.

When she sense you tense, she fastens her mouth about your cock. You fire cum into the back of her throat. She swallows again and again, sending it straight to her stomach. Her fingers massage your ballspump your shaft to milk them for every last drop.

Moments before you erupt, Euna backs off and jacks off your saliva-wet shaft while aiming your cock at her face. Your cum splatters over her cheeks, nose, and forehead, and she relishes every last drop.

Afterward, she gives you a satisfied grin. While you're gathering your breath, she licks up drops of cum welling from your cock as though savoring the remnants of a fine meal.

"As you wish," she says.

Suddenly, Euna shovesGently, Euna nudges you onto your back. She swings a leg over you and kneels over your face. "Time now to return the favor," she says. Her sex asshole hovers above your mouth.

You oblige. All the while, she strokes your face and stares into your eyes. Her thighs clutch your head,strokes your hair and looks lovingly down at your eyes, until your tongue starts to have its effect. Her legs tremble. She strums her own clit and moans. Your tongue is buried up her chute when she climaxes. Her sphincter squeezes your tongue.Her eyes close and she rests her head back. When the time comes, she rides your face, and her juices seep.

Afterward, she nuzzles up beside you. "You have amazing skill with that tongue," she whispers.

Sitting up, Euna scoots aside and turns to face you. "Now..." she pushes you with her foot until you're reclined back. "Allow me."

Her toes trace down your chest, alongalong your breasts, down your belly, to your crotch. Her feet clutch around your shaft. The ball of her other foot kneads your balls like a nursing kitten. She doesn't pump, but wiggles her toes and lets them explore from crown to base. It's slow and exploratory. This is for her enjoyment, not yours, but eventually her stroking toes prove enough.

Ropes of your cum land upon her feet, others upon your belly. With the balls of her feet, she smears them into your skin. All that's left is the mess upon her own feet, and lift her foot toward your face, toes on pointe like a ballerina. "Clean your mess," she says.

With your tongue, you scoop your own leavings from her foot, and then the other, but she lets each foot linger, giving you time to show proper appreciation and suck each toe individually until she's good an satisfied.

"Good foolgirl," she says, and she twists around to lie down beside you.

Euna feels the gape between her legs. Scooting about, she gets her gaping ass just before your member. Reaching down, she grasps your hard shaft. "Will you please give your slave the honor of filling her ruined hole with your seed?""Now sit back and let my ruined hole return the favor."

You lean back and let her work. She works your cock with her hands remarkably well, but once you start getting close, she incorporates her gaping asshole by scooting just a little farther down. Between her hands, her gyrating hips, and her squeezing asshole, she puts on a remarkable display of skill which soon has you firing a load, which fires into her yawning hole, but also a few lashes upon her thighs and slitbush.

Later, she's snuggled up to you. "Thank you," she whispers.

You two curl up together afterward, until Euna starts tenderly kissing her way down your body, from breasts to navel before finally snuggling up to you and closing her eyes.settling between your legs and nursing your sex for a long bout of gentle passion which doesn't end until your toes curl from an orgasm.

In the aftermath, Euna is left squirming and unsatisfied, but with a frustrated whine, she settles down. She knows this sex was for your gratification.

Euna curls up between your legs and nuzzles your soft cock. She showers it with kisses and tongues the tip. Her tongue curls about each of your balls. She doesn't stop until her tender love brings life back into it.

She straddles your waist and lowers herself onto you. Your penetration is so complete and effortless. Her inner walls squeeze tightly. She lies upon you and cuddles close. Gently, she rides.

Her legs intertwine with yours. Her breasts press to you. Her fingers find their way between your legs.

"Now..." she whispers. "Let me show my love for you."

It's slow. It's timeless. And even when the moment comes, and you feel yourself tighten, she keeps her intimate pace, and she never stops exploring your neck, your chin, and your lips. Through to its end, you both hold each other.

Afterward, she snuggles close. Your love trickles along her thighs. "Thank you," she says. "After all the fucking I do, it's "After all these silly perversions you push me into, it's "It's nice just to make love."

Euna pulls the pestle from her ass and fetches slides the pestle from her pussy and fetches fetches the pestle and the rope. She expertly fastens them about her waist to create a harness. The phallus lines up along her slit and juts proudly from her pubic mound.nestShe fusses with the two until finally managing to create a harness. The phallus now dangles between her legs.

"Now," she says. "It's my turn."

She pushes you to lie back and climbs between your legs. Aiming her cock toward your sex, she presses her body to yours and slides in. Her strapped-on cock fills you.

Then begins her fucking. She's slow, but forceful. Her body pins you down even as she kisses along your neck. Once your climax builds, she clutches you tightly and hammers you all the way through. Even as your dick erupts cum between you two. It's hot and sticky between your bellies.every muscle inside your belly ties up with intense energy, making you squirm.

She rolls you over onto your stomach. You can't see what she's doing, but something wet smears onto your asshole. She's lubricating it, but with what you're not sure, and then comes the tip of the phallus. It presses in slowly until her tits and belly press against your back.

Then she begins plowing your ass slowly but forcefully. Her body presses yours down even as she kisses along your shoulders. Her groin presses to your ass with every thrust. Just as the intensity of her cock plundering inside you brings you to climax, she sneaks a hand around to stroke your cock. Some of your cum fires into the . Some spills into her hand, and she smears it over your shaft.caress your smooth vaginal lipsrake through your dainty pubic bush and bury three fingers into you. The double penetration leaves you squirm. She only squeezes you tighter."

Afterward, while you're recovering, Euna unfastens the cock from herself and then snuggles close.

You push her to lie back and straddle her chest. Your cock 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."

You squeeze both her breasts about your shaft and work your cock back and forth. The tip peeks out of her cleavage. Euna only watches at first, but as you knead her breasts, her breath picks up a little more each time your thumbs circle her nipples. She grasps your hands and squeezes them harder against her tits.She works her wrists against her binds. 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 you're 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.

"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. 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.

"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 heshe makes her drink," you say.

Obediently, she opens her mouth and accepts the stream.

"Every night," you continue, "heshe fills her belly with warm piss. His and hers. She may be a tsarivna but to himher, she is 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 heshe makes her spread herself open," you say. "So that heshe may ravage her to his content.""And sometimes," she says, "this scoundrelshe-devil wants more than just to sully her. HeShe'd force himherself on the poor tsarivna.""And she makes her spread herself open," you say, "So that she may dine on the tsarivna's petals."And sometimes," she says, "this she-devil wants more than just to sully her tsarivna. She'd dine upon her tsarivna's petals. 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.You bury your tongue in the folds of her snatch. It hardly takes any work to get Euna bucking and moaning. 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.

"Straddle me," she breaths. "Press yourself to me." The sternness in her voice brooks no discussion.

You swing on leg over her upturned rump so that your sex presses to hers, and you grind. Almost immediately, Euna is crying out. Every time your clits touch together, she jolts. It takes her ages for her to settle down afterward.

But then Euna hooks you with your legs and pulls you down so that you're lying beside her. Her hands are still bound and tethered, but she manages to roll about so she's sittingShe sits on your chestbreasts. Her piss-soaked hair drips upon you. "...but there's one last twist to the story."

"Yes?"

She 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 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 your chestbreasts. 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 cock. With a hand, she lathers it in her urine,wet pussy. With a hand, she lathers it into the folds of your labia, 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 himher." She crouches and rubs her cheek along your piss-soaked dick.nuzzles her cheek along the folds of your pussy. "Late at night, I'd take pity, and I'd show my appreciation for every time I used himher." She take you into her mouth.She gets her tongue working deep withing your folds. 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. After, she nuzzles your cock.She gets you shuddering in pleasure long after her stream has died off. After, she nuzzles her sex. "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.she straddles your legs and grinds her pussy against yours. She's sopping wet, and your juices blend. 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.

With one fist buried inside her snatch, you work the fingers of your other hand in alongside your wrist.

Euna rolls her head back and smiles ruefully. "I knew this day would come."

"Waiting for it?" you ask.

"Expecting it." She spreads her legs wider and pulls her knees to her chest. "You might be surprised at how easy this is."

"Ah, so you've been practicing."

"All the better to serve my mastermistress."

"Maybe. Well go on. Don't stop until I'm screaming."

You resume pushing your fingers in. She was right. It's a tight fit, but your fingers are eking in anyway. Sliding your other hand next to your first feels like putting on a glove that's too small. Her breath keeps catching, and she jolts with every nudge, but soon your fists are equal. You give her time to adjust.

She nods. "I'm ready."

Thus begins the slow pumping. Her lips are so taut about your fists that your hardly able to move... at first, but once she's wet enough, you stop being so tender. She's mewling out with every pump, but it's when you start alternately thrusting your fists like pistons that she screams out. Her vaginal walls clamp hard, but you piston right through until she's thrashing and begging.

When all is done, you pull your fists out. her labia is so slack its folds rest on the beddingearth.

She squirms about, her wrists working at her binds.She feels her slack hole. "And yet another feat I've accomplished.already my body accepts your fists graciously. Were you surprised?"

"Not at all," you say. "You've got a hunger. You'll never be full enough."

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.

Four of your fingers meet with tightness inside her, 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's 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's spent and 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.

"That's considered sinful under the eyes of my Lord."

"So is sex out of marriage."

"So are two women lying together."

"That doesn't mean we should compound our sins."

"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 I 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. 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 work your tongue over her clit while working the pestle in and out of her.

You dive your tongue into her hole, lapping away her cream.

"Yes... Hmm!" She whines. "Don't stop."

Her body responds more, until she's bucking and mewling. Her thighs clutch your head.

As her tremors subside, Euna pushes you away, too tender for more. She lies recovering in the aftershock. "Oh goodness! That was quite something." Reaching down, Euna slides the pestle out of her and pulls you up so you're laying on her belly. She strokes your hair. "You can kiss me like that whenever you want."

Suddenly, she yanks the pestle out and 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."

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's... noticeable."

"That's fine 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."

"That was good." She breathes for a moment. "Maybe I should be unclean for you more often? Would you like that?"

"Maybe I would."

"If figured you might."

"That was... interesting, by the way," she says later.

"What?"

"What you did you with your finger."

"Oh, and where I stuck it?"

She rests a hand on her rump and tries not to grin. "It came as quite a surprise, but I suppose I shouldn't be. It was only a matter of time before a pervertharlot like you turned your attention to my assbottom. It was most inappropriate."

"Shall I restrain myself in the future?"

She bites her lip. "Hmm. I wouldn't go that far. It was inappropriate... but like I said. It was interesting."

A while later, Euna rubs her belly while relaxing. "Once again, you make me drink your piss. I should accept that I will forever be your receptacle.It's a skill I should probably master then.

A while later, Euna rubs her belly while relaxing. "You really do enjoy filling my stomach with your urine, don't you?"

"Maybe."

"Hmm." She licks her lips and presses them tight. "Pity then that I can't swallow as fast as you can urinate."

"I guess so. Why do you ask?"

"Just thinking..."

A while passes in silence as you two relax. Then she speaks again.

"I'm realizing that you like to be... rough."

"What do you mean?"

"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." She hesitates. "...but not too much more."

"Understood, Your Highness."

Afterward, Euna watches you curiously as you unfasten the rope and pestle from about your waist. "I'm beginning to think that pestle was designed for women like us," she says. "That godless tool lends itself to our love quite well."

A while later, Euna is still toying with the pestled buried in her pussyass. "That was interesting," she says. "Being penetrated in two ways. I haven't felt quite so full like that before. Being so full has a degree of satisfaction about it."

"So the pestle is growing on you, is it?"

"Hmm." She examines it. "I suppose it's not a wholy evil tool." And she sets it aside.

You two rest together, but after some time, Euna shifts around. She's groping between her legs.

The pestle was still buried in her asssnatch, and she's only now pulling it out.

"Enjoying that thing are you?"

"It gives a wonderful sensation of being full. I admit I am a little reluctant to pull it out."

"Then why do it?"

"Because I'm starting to cramp."

"Then leave it in. Maybe once you get more used to it, you won't cramp anymore."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Yet the pestle goes back in. She snuggles with you for a good while longer, but eventually she does snake a hand back down between her legs. She grimaces when she pulls it out. "Enough for now."

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.

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.

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.

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 juts from her chest. When you squeeze them, a shudder passes through her.

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.

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

"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.

"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. Its lips have unfolded.

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.

"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.

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.

"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. "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 sharpAnd that I deserve my beatings."

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.

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.

You wake to find Euna tending to the firepit.

"Good morning," she says.

"Good morning," you reply. "How are you feeling?"

"Quite well, thank you."

"I mean about yesterday with that man."

"I'm well," she looks at you. "Are you all right with it?"

"I am, but I was thinking we should stop by Lanx's today."

"Certainly, but why?"

"Unless you want to bear a stranger's child, we should probably see if Lanx has anything to prevent that."

Euna grins. "I know they do. Last time we were there, I asked Fira if she had anything for just that reason."

"You asked?"

"The way you've been leading me, I figured it was only a matter of time. I actually took it days ago."

You wake to find Euna tending to the firepit.

"Good morning," she sings.

"Good morning," you reply. "How are you feeling?"

"Quite well, thank you."

"I mean about last night," you clarify.

"Quite well," she replies. "Why do you ask?"

"I thought we might stop by Lanx's today."

"Sure, but why?" she asks.

"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."

You wake to find Euna isn't around. You spend the some of the morning by yourself when she returns, slightly sweaty as though she'd been on a long hike.

"Good morning," she sings.

"Good morning," you reply. "Went for a walk?"

"I went to visit Lanx and Fira. I'd hoped I'd have returned before you rose."

"Any occasion for the visit?" you ask.

"Yes. These." She holds up a vial. "I don't believe it would behoove us if I were to become pregnant while we're trying to survive out here. You are capable of quickening a womb, aren't you?"

"I believe I am."

"That's what I figured, so after your surprise last night, I decided I should take precautions. Fira tells me I've come to her quickly enough that I should be in the clear.

"That's because unlike you, I'm responsible. Do you want to help me care for a wailing babe out here in Lord-knows-where?"

"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.

"One of us has to be responsible," Euna replies. "Quite frankly, I'm surprised you don't already have children to call your own."

"Who says I don't?" you ask. "I could have a dozen for all you know."

"Hmm, and I'm sure every one of them would be a delinquent hussies just like you. Anyway, your breakfast is ready. Take your time."

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

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

"I was wondering if you'd want one."She frowns. "I'm not sure why you'd want one, but I do have more." Euna fishes another vial out from her cleavage and hands it to you. It's a strange reddish mixture, and it tastes both flowery and metalic.

"Tastes stronger than the ones I'm used to," you say.

"You've had these before?"

"I've had enough tinctures like this to last a lifetime. The Prowling Lilins gave these out freely to all of us women. Otherwise we'd have grown thrice our number every year."

"Somehow this doesn't surprise me one bit," Euna replies.

"That thing?" Euna fetches it and holds it out before her. "Not very fitting, don't you think?"

"You don't think you look beautiful in it?"

"Oh, it's not that." She presses the silk to her body. "I love the way I look in this silk, but it's... well... Here." She puts the gown on and ties the waist cord. The silk wraps snuggly about her body, but it leaves her breasts scandalously exposed, both because of it's deep-diving neckline, and her exposed flank. "It's not exactly practical travel wear, is it?"

"I disagree," you reply. "It's hardly more than a strip of cloth. You could hike through the mountains with that, and it won't hinder your movement at all."

"I suppose that's true, as long as I'm not concerned about my breasts slipping out from time to time, or occasionally exposing my flower." She bunches up the fabric along the waist cord. It's too thin to hide her pubic moundnest, and from the right angle, someone could see everything.

"Good thing you're not concerned about that."

"Good thing indeed." She widens the strips again, but only enough that they barely provide modesty. To test it, she strides about the campsite, and makes a few elegant twirls. "I'll look like a fairy maiden walking through the woods in this."

"A very alluring and sexual fairy," you say.

"But what about my boots?" Euna slips one of her feet into her worn traveling boots. "I can't wear the gown with these. Such elegance doesn't fit with rugged clodhoppers."

"Then don't wear your boots."

"And go barefoot through the city? Through the woods? The mountains?"

"I spent my childhood without shoes. As long as you're mindful of where you walk, you'll be fine."

"So long as I resign myself to having unbelievably filthy and callused feet." She tugs off her boots and studies her toes. "Well, more callused."

"Your feet are lovely," you say, "and a little tempering will only make them lovely."

"My lovely fairy feet..." She kicks aside her boots and points her toes out before her. "Very well. I will dress with elegance. I will step through the forest with grace, and if I ever get back home, I will pumice away all the callused edges from my lovely fairy feet. Let me go bathe, and then we'll set off."

"Very well. Why not?" She fetches her gown. "I'll go bathe, and I'll come back dressed as an elegant fairy queen."

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."

"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," 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 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."

"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."

As usual, Euna is already bustling about when you awake. In the morning, Euna is up before you and cleaning out the fire pit. You awake to find Euna by the fire making minor repairs to her clothing. Come morning, Euna is bustling about fixing junk procured from Lanx and Fira. When you come over, she leans toward you for a kiss. You oblige.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."

"Good morning, Your Highness," you say.

"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.

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."

As she's heading off, she glances over her shoulder. "Behave yourself."

You awaken when something presses down upon your face. Euna smiling down at you, and she is entirely nude. Her crotchmuff 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—which 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."

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 used to rifle through my clothes so that you might imitate me. It is you who served as a lustful little performer in my father's court—which may one day be my court. So it's time you showed proper obedience, but don't worry. I know that you are still my superior in one way: you are a more experienced harlot, so sexually, you will remain the mistress 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.

Sitting up, Euna swivels around and sits her crotch back upon your mouth, except now she's facing down your body. "Luckily for you, I plant to be a generous mistress." With that, she tosses aside the sheets, bends over, and buries her face in your snatch.

Her tongue works wonders, but soon her thighs squeeze your head. Her muscles shudder. And now it's all about her pleasure. She doesn't let you stop until your tongue causes her toes to curl and her chest to heave.

Afterward, 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.

You awake to the smell of breakfast. Euna is sitting over by the edge of the camp facing the precipice overlooking the valley. She's nude, her legs spread in a "V" before her, and she's leaning forward, eyes closed and relaxing into the stretch.

You sit by the fire. "Morning stretches?"

"Morning stretches," she agrees. "Evening stretches. Maybe even afternoon stretches too. I'll have to make this a committed practice if I plan to become more supple. I can hardly touch my toes as it is right now." She shifts to stretch sideways toward one foot, and she breathes into the stretch.

"So you're taking Fira's tonic?"

"Started this morning. I don't suppose you'd like to take it too, would you?"

"I'm limber enough, thank you. Make sure you don't overdo it. There's no need to become a contortionist. That's a lot of work."

She switches legs. "Oh, don't worry. I haven't any illusions of joining the circus. My interests are simply to improve my own body and to be more versatile."

"Versatile at what?"

Her eyes dance. "Oh... This and that. Surely I engage in some activities where being limber is helpful." She indicates a plate of food by the firepit. "I've left breakfast out for you. Please, pay me no heed.""Now eat your breakfast before it grows cold."

You start on your food. Euna finishes with her stretch and rolls to face you. This entire time, she's had the pestle and and a couple cooking spoons buried in her pussy all throughout her stretches. She slides everything out, feels the gape left behind, and then flexes her core to tighten back up.

"...Morning stretches?" you ask.

"Sticking around to clean wasn't the only thing Fira made me promise yesterday," Euna says. "She said she'd only give me her bottle of Lissom Roborant if I committed to a regiment of very peculiar exercises."

"And of course that promise is the only reason you're doing this," you say. "The thought of cramming bigger and bigger items into yourself never crossed your mind while you were watching those acrobats."

"Of course not." Euna bats her eyes innocently. "I'm a good girl."

With that, she heads off to bathe.

"I had I feeling you wouldn't want me to." She trots over and sits down across from you, fanning out her petticoatpulling aside her silk gown 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 upunties her silk cord and pulls her gown aside to spread 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 and rips it off.pulls her gown 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 strips with her clean hand. Fully nude and smeared 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.

"I thought so." Euna heads off toward the river. "I won't be long."

You awaken from vague sex dreams only to discover your blankets tossed aside. Euna is kneeling beside you, bobbing her mouth up and down upon your morning erection. Without pausing, she beams at you. She's completely naked, on her knees, with her bare ass sticking in the air.

"Er, good morning," you say.

Euna switches from using her mouth to using her hands. "Good morning. I hope you don't mind that I woke you."

You awaken from vague sex dreams only to find that your blanket has been tossed aside. Euna is curled up between your legs, completely naked, and gently lapping at your snatch like a kitten.

"This is a pleasant surprise," you say.

Euna nuzzles her face against your slit. "Good morning. I hope I'm not bothering 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 mastermistress, 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 as I use your body as a piece of meat to satisfy my urges?"To debase you until you're just as much of a wanton harlot like me? No, until you're worse. Until you're nothing more than my personal hopeless slut?

"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."but I will always be your mistress in sex."

"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."

"Please me with your tongue."

Euna refocuses upon your slit, only now she bears down, alternating between tonguing your folds and teasing your clit. You fold your legs over her back and ride this experience until you're bucking. Just as you're becoming over-sensitive in your post-orgasmic bliss, she pulls away.

"Is there anything this sex-slave can do for you?" she asks. "Perhaps breakfast?"

"Yes. Breakfast."

She kisses your clit as though to thank it, then bounds off to fetch a plate of food from beside the firepit. She kneels beside you until you've finished. "Have I pleased you?"

"I am quite pleased, yes."

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.

"You think so?" She fetches her traveling outfit. "I would have said that this is too practical for me these days, but given all its modifications, it is quite a sexy outfit, isn't it?" She quickly pulls it on.

The petticoat is trimmed into a skirt which only reaches mid thigh. The bodice is unmodified, but it's intended to be worn with a chemise beneath it. Without, her cleavage shows through the center lacing straight down to her navel. And she has a wide stretch of midriff exposed.

"And here is the best part." You retie the lacing of the bodice, pulling it tighter. It pushes her breasts up until they're practically spilling out.

"Hmm. Very well. It does amplify some of my best features, doesn't it? I'll go bathe, and when I return, I'll have this on."

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.an embroidered silk gown made of a single long strip which she has spread wide at the waist cord to fully cover her from the waist down.

You're dressed only in your tunic and breechestights, 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."Do you think I would ever trust you near my laundry after what you did? 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.

Her eyes widen. "A kiss?" She seems astonished by your request, but to your surprise, she resets her hands on your shoulders, leans in, and plants a kiss upon your cheek."

"Satisfied?"

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"I've misjudged you," she says. "There's actually a good persondecent woman 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.

She makes no remark when you help her wash her clothes at the river. Once they're clean, Euna opts to remain 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."

"I will leave your belongings alone."

"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 knew a woman once who married her dog. But usually it's 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 lately."

"Certainly. That's why I'm not one to judge."

"Or you're curious."

"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."

"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.

"Many people also engage in sodomy simply for the pleasure of it. For many women, they enjoy having their roses penetrated just as much as their flowers."

"Does it really feel good? I always figured it would hurt."

"It can if you're not used to it."

"But why bother in the first place? It just seems so dirty. And raunchy."

"Exactly. 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. Sodomy is filthy. So is all sex. If you can give in and enjoy the dirtiness of it all without shame, it can be so much better. So embrace it. Wallow in it."

"Very strange," she says. "Yet I suppose I... I can understand the appeal. Abstractly."

"Maybe you shouldn't judge it if you've never tried it."

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?"

"It comes up in your stories, 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 kingdoms 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 there is alchemy that can prevent such weak blood."

She shudders. "But just 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. "Odd, considering how long I've thought of 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 says, "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, Euna sits with you before the fire. "So," she says. "How do you suck a cock then?"

"Excuse me?"

"I wouldn't have thought there wasn't much to it, but it seems like I'm wrong."

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

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

"I can't believe my ears," you say. "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'm only playing with you," you say.

"Hmm." She glowers.

"If you'd like, I can teach you a few tricks. I've sucked a few cocks in my time."

"Exactly how experienced are you?"

"Experienced enough that I know more than you. Do you want me to tell you?"

"If you'd like, I might help. 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 sidles close. "What do I do?"

After getting out some thick-handled stirring spoons with which to practice, By the dying embers, 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.By now, she's put away her practice spoon. "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 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."

"I'm simply indulging my own curiosity."

"I see," you say. "So this has nothing to do with your pride?"

"My pride?"

"I saw how miffed you were when that man did not fancy your mouth."

"As though I should care," she says. "I am a tsarivna. I shouldn't even be learning such base skills."

"And yet here you are."

"Only because I aim to excel at everything I set my mind to."

"And have you set your mind to being a prostitute?"

"Way my life has been heading," she says. "I might as well be prepared."

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 clean up after dinner, though she's preoccupied. As she stares 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."

"But why? Pain. It... Well, it hurts."

"Pain and pleasure can blend together. Have you never heard of a girl enjoying a rough romp, or perhaps a slap on the ass. It can bring a rush of pleasure. Maybe you've fantasized about such things yourself."

"Of course not. I'd never engage in such such things. The most pain I've ever felt is when I was flogged by Reverend Mother Margosha, and there was never a rush of pleasure."

"Why were you flogged?"

"Oh. This and that. It hardly took much provocation for her to flog the sisters. In fact, some 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 accidentally strike a hammer upon their own fingernail. But if their lover spanks them until they weep, and then ravages them without mercy, it's a different story."

"If you say so..."

"Would you rather have Margosha flog you as penance? Or would you rather I rip off your clothes, flog you twice as much, then pin you down and ravage you until I've finished having my way with you?"then flog and grope you mercilessly until I've had my fun?"

"Well when you put it like that... Though what if it became too much?"

"That's part of the trust. If it does, you'd say so, and I'd stop. You would enjoy pain on your own terms. ...unless you're 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 do wonder about that rush of pleasure. Is it worth the pain?"

"I can help you find out."

She smirks. "I'll consider it, but 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. 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."

"Oh, you perverted little foolshameless tart." She bats you. "Come, enough of this. Let's get to bed."

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?"

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 obelisk."

"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 until it's time to hold 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 search around until finding an old piece of silk left over from when Euna shortened her chemise.and find a strip of cloth with absolutely no explanation for what it's doing there.for the silk cord of her gown. 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 still has the pestle buried in her asspussy. After working it in and out a bit, she rolls over to you. "I'd like to keep this in tonight. Seems like it wouldn't bother me much. Can you help me with the harness?"

You two rest together, but after some time, Euna shifts around. She's groping between her legs.

The pestle is still buried in her asssnatch. And she's pushing it deeper.

"Still enjoying that thing?" you ask.

"It's growing on me," she replies. "I've been able to keep it in longer and longer before I cramp, but the problem now is that it keeps slipping out. See?" She spreads her legs. The pestle oozes from her asspussy and pops out onto the bedding. She levers the pestle back in her hole. "How am I supposed to grow accustom to its girth if it keeps doing that?"

"Don't worry about it. You'll grow accustom with time."

"Maybe with a bit of rope, it will."

Sure.

She peers at you. "Really? I'd have thought you would have loved the idea of stretching myself open."

"But there's no need to stress yourself over it."

"Very well, then. I was starting to cramp already." 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 asssnatch, 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."

"Fine. I'll sleep like this." Lunging, she grabs you and pulls you back down to bed. Her back snuggles up against your chest.Her legs entwine about your waist. As you snuggle together, she slowly grinds against you, churning the pestle inside her. It must not be cramping her that badly.

Fetching some cloth and rope, you quickly help fasten a harness about Euna's waist which keeps the pestle buried inside her. She squirms her butt a little and revels in the feeling. "Thank you," she says, and you two settle down for bed.

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."

"No? Are you being honest? I won't be angry if you were."

"I wasn't," you say.

"Oh. I see." she frowns. "I could have sworn... oh, never mind. We should try and sleep."

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 chemisegown "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."

"Maybe I knew it was only you," she says, biting her lip.

"Or maybe you like the idea of being the star of a sultry show."

She bites her lip and contemplates with a mischevious look. "Maybe."

You reach down and lightly caress her clit. "Did it make it better thinking that somebody could see your naked and sexy body. That they might spread rumors of your sultry ways?"

"Hmm," she says again, still pretending to contemplate.

Your fingers slip inside.

"Oh, heavens," she gasps. Her back arches.

You pull her chemisegown off of her. "Would it excite you if you knew someone were watching you right now? Somebody out there in the dark? They came all the way out here to see for themselves. And here you are with another woman. What would you do?"

"I would make sure they had a better view." Euna rolls so she's more facing the alcove's entrance, but you push her farther until she's kneeling—openly facing the dark night with her body bared.

You kneel right behind her pressing your body against her back. Her hands are reached around, exploring her sex and cupping her breasts.

"What a scandal this will cause," you whisper. "The rumors will spread like fire. The tsarivna is a wanton woman. She flaunts her body." You nibble along her neck. "Think of all the men who will rub their cocks to those salacious stories."

Euna whimpers.

"Everyone in the land will fantasize about you. They'll dream of bedding you. Maybe one day they'll go down to that seedy tavern and the harlot who comes out on stage will be you."

Euna starts crying out. Her body spasms.

"You've been sneaking out at night to strip your clothes for crowds of men for nothing more than a few coin. Most don't even realize you're the real thing, but they remember your stunning beauty and perfect body. They'll go home and fuck their women, and they'll think of you. You will forever be a sexual fantasy for them."

Her pussy squeezes your fingers. She trembles so hard she'd crumble if you weren't holding her. And if anyone was in the dark forest tonight, they heard her cries. All pretense of modesty was gone for that brief minute.

Once her passion has passed, she leans back against you and rests her head on your shoulder. Idly, her hands cup her own breasts—lifting and squeezing. It's not for her, but a small encore for those who might be watching.

In time, you both lie back down, and she snuggles against you. "I hope they liked the show."

"Flatter me?"

"The sight of you bathing would give a man a memory they'd cherish for a lifetime. The thought of you pleasuring yourself would harden their manhoods. They would spill their seed over you."

"You make it sound like it should be exciting."

"Many 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.""I suppose you'll tell me I should be grateful that the commonfolk spread smut about me."

"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."

"Aileen is not the maiden of the tsardom like you are, but she has her crowd of admirers. She knows perfectly well that she's the subject of seedy plays, or that rumors go around about her, and it doesn't bother her in the slightest. I think she gets a thrill hearing the rumors for herself."

"From what you tell me of my sisters. Half those salacious rumors are actually true."

She's silent for a long while. "No," she says finally. "I don't mind. Though you are one strange little pervert."

She's silent a long while. "No," she says finally. "I wouldn't want to interfere with your livelihood. Though you will no longer take my clothes without permission."

"Permission? Does this mean you'll give them to me if I ask?"

She scoffs. "For your strip shows? I'll let you guess."

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."

"So you admit to invading my privacy then. Well, since I've finally gotten an honest confession out of you, tell me. When you were caught stripping in that tavern, you were pretending to be me, weren't you?"

"Who else would I be?"

"I knew it! And you knew those were my clothes you stole from the wash-house, didn't you?"

"Your Highness, I took those clothes straight from your wardrobe."

She bats you playfully. "You... harlot! Why? Of all the people you could impersonate, why is it my virtue you mock?"

"Of all the dances and teases I've ever given, never have I gotten so much coin than when I pretended to be you. You are the chaste princess, both beautiful beyond imagination, and forbidden because of your faith. People would crowd those seedy taverns to watch a common hussy like me imitate you, just so they could squint their eyes and dream their fantasies."

"I see. So thanks to you, the men in the capital stroke themselves thinking of me."

"Not just me. Strumpets across the tsardom roleplay as you for their men. Minstrels sing tales about your sexual escapades. There are drawings of you that would make you blush. Ever since you came home from that convent a beautiful maiden, you've become the most desired woman in all of Ruthgar."

Her face grows flush, but she tries her best to stay indignant. "So I am the target of constant mockery?"

You push through the door enough for you both to slip through. Beyond it is a long stone staircase leading down and down, deep into the bowels of the earth. You follow until it finally reaches a cave.

You arrive 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.

You're in the underground corridor by the deep stairwell going up. Green-lit lanterns sit in sconces along the wall. Damp black moss fills the wall's crevices.

To the south is the watery nest of akkoro.

South leads into the dark unhewn bowels of the cavern. The walls are wet.

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 skirtgown." 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?"

"Surely you've stripped before other women before."

"Yes, my fellow sisters at the convent, and my handmaidens, but you are neither. You are a wanton harlot."

"If it makes you more comfortable, this wanton harlot will turn around until you're submerged in the water."

"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. Soon, "there. 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.

You're at the inlet of an ocean cave hidden among the bluffs.

To the north is the akkoro nest.a dark tunnel leading into the earth.

Swim out of the cave.

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.

The akkoro nest is here. Slime covers walls and the stench is potent, but you still have the repellent on, and the akkoro seem to be avoiding you.

To the north comes a strange glow.

To the south comes faint daylight and the smell of salt.

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.

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."

"Very good," she says. "I know where you were going with that. I'm glad you've dispelled such lusty thoughts."

"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."

"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."

"Okay, then. Forget the idea."

"So then what's the harm if they do mate with you. It'll be fun."

"I'm sure you can make it across without trouble. I believe in you."

"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."

You unfasten the lace of her bodice.silk cord of her gown.

"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.

"You just want me naked," yet she lets you slide her gown over her head anyway. Several akkoro fight you over it, but you unwrap them in time and tuck the gown away. Euna is left utterly naked. 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.

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

"To you maybe." She grabs your ass.She rests a hand just above your pubic mound."You've got a nice warm cavity too. Why don't you let them have their way with you?."

"I'm not interested." You sidle close to her, "but aren't you? 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. "Fine. I'll do it, but you will save me if they get violent, agreed?"

"Agreed."

While Euna is preocuppied with being ravaged, you smear a fingerful of Agnodine into the slime of the wrist-thick tentacle surging in and out of her abused sex.

It's hard to tell whether it's working until Euna's breath tightens. "Oh, oh. Oh no. Oh Lord. Oh Lord. Augh!" And suddenly the tentacle is surging into her far deeper than before.

She cranes about and sees the bottle in your hands. "Why?"

You shrug innocentlymischievously.

"You imp! You– Aurgh." The tentacle surges deeper now that its penetrated her cervix. After every thrust out, it surges in another forearm's length. It's curling up inside her womb. Smaller okkoro slither their tentacles deeper as well. Her abdomen swells. The skin of her belly writhes and roils.

She's helpless to stop them from stretching her past her old limit and can only whimper in pain.

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 thrust 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 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."

"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 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 two are free to splash through the nest.

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 follows 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. Your hand slides easily inside slack, oozing pussy without resistance. Euna gasps inwardly 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 do so. "You enjoyed being impregnated, didn't you?"

"It was... quite indescribable?" she says. "Could you imagine if we'd left them? They'd grow. They'd hatch. And they'd wiggle about inside me looking for a way out."

"I can leave some in..."

"No. No, please get the all out."

You reach your hand through her cervix. Her womb is packed with eggs. They feel like oversized skinned grapes. You pull them out by the handfuls and toss them aside until you think 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.

Her belly is back down to its normal size. She scrubs slime off herself with the shallow cave water.

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 swipes 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. Afterward, she's ready to continue.

"Oh, I'm sure," she says dryly.

"Lanx said they won't hurt us. 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 to tell."

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.the back of her gown. 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.They slip tentacles under the side slits of her gown.

"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.

"Yes. Yes, we do." Euna rummages through her pack and produced a tarnished chef's knife. The blade is 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 slash 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 knife is useless." She wipes them clean and tucks them away.

"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 chestcleavage and neck.

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 skirtgown. 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 skirtgown. "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."

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. You pull it open just enough using all of your strength, and you both slip through the sliver. You find yourselves in dark marble hallways of a castle keep.

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.

"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."

You hand her the thimble. "Because you've got bigger tits than I do. You can distract the crowd with those."

"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.

A sly look comes over her and she faces the nun. When she undoes the knot of her bodice,cord of her gown, the audience perks up. Her tits fall free. Everyone hoots. She struts around the nun tracing the lash along the girl's flank, all while giving the audience enticing come-hither looks and works her bodice looser and looser.and sashaying so that her swaying gown keeps allowing glimpses beneath.

It's a striptease, and the audience is loving it. As a result, the nun has a reprieve from their attention.

Swaying her hips, she bends low, thrusting her ass toward the audience, and she 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,swipes the front of her gown aside, 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 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 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 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.

The nun reaches 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 cleans herself up 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."

"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. That's all."

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 Sample added to inventory

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.

"Yes, yes..." She moves to roll up her mat, but you're still staring at her with a flat expression. Noticing this, the first flicker comes to her. "...No. This is a joke, yes? You didn't actually let men molest me while I slept. ...right?"

"As soon as you passed out, I invited those men near us to come over over."

"You... what?" Bolting to her feet, she gapes at you, "You... You... let strangers rape me?" She looks as though she'll storm off, but instead looks at the people around. Most have left. Those men are long gone. "Oh my Lord..." she mutters. "Oh my Lord..." She kneels back down, clutching herself, but she does bite her lip, and her eyebrows arch. "You absolute scoundrelnasty witch. I can't believe you would do that to me."

"You don't sound all that upset," you say.

"Upset? I should be, shouldn't I? I should be outraged. You had me raped. I honestly thought that wasn't posslble. I've become too loose of a woman to ever say no, but you went and found a way to violate me anyway. I should be livid."

"But it turns you on, doesn't it?"

"I know it shouldn't, but, oh Lord, yes it does. Let's face it, I would have let those men fuck me anyway, but you found a way to adulterate it. I had one piece of virtue left, and you tore it away. You pushed me right past my limit.This is exactly the reason why I gave my body to you to do with what you want. You've taken away my ability to consent to having my body violated. You truly have made me a sex slave." Once again, she begins rolling up her mat. "I suppose there's nothing left to do, is there? I've been molested, and it will never not be true. All I can do is go about my life." Her eyes glimmer, "and to think about how else you might take advantage of me in the future."

You doze lightly occasionally, but you never really sleep. By the time morning light warms and shines patterns through the reticulated wall, you are stiff, bleery eyed, and hungover.

Suddenly, daylight is streaming in through the wall's reticulated windows. People are up and about, and nuns are collecting mats. The men who had been camped near you must have already left.

You sit up, and remarkably, you feel as though you hadn't had a single drop of ale, apart from the taste in your mouth.

However, your tunic isn't quite sitting right on you, as though you'd donned it hastily. Looking underneath, you've got light blemishes over your breasts, and your nipples feel tender.

Euna eventually stirs. With a dainty yawn and stretch, she sits up and looks about, momentarily confused as to where she is. Others are about now. Many are leaving. The sisters have unlocked the door and three walk about collecting the mats.

Euna sees you awake. "My that was a uproarious night last night."

"Feeling well?" you ask.

"For how much ale I had, I don't deserve to be feeling as good as I do. That tonic was incredible." Sitting up, she stretches again, back arched and arms far above her head. There are red blemishes on her neck, and several dot her cleavage. Euna, however, does not notice them.

Euna smacks her lips and frowns. "Hmm. I taste cum. Did you let men violate my mouth while I slept?"

"Why not?" you say. "Your mouth a dump for men's seed? Isn't it?"

"It is if you say it is. Thank you for letting men rape my mouth."

You shrug.

She grunts and rolls her eyes. "Hmm. And to think. Not long ago I would have been absolutely horrified at the thought. What have you done to me?"

Frowning, Euna smacks her lips. "I have the most peculiar taste in my mouth this morning."

"Maybe a side effect of the tonic?"

"Must be the cum you drank."

"Yes I..." Her brow furrows. "It was... I must confess I'm not perfectly sure I do. I remember us agreeing to come here. It must have been right here then. ...or near the church. Is that right?"

You feign offense. "I can't believe you'd forget, after the way you attacked me. You were ferocious."

She bats you. "Oh, be kind. I'm sure I loved it. I was certainly frisky enough. I just need to remember never to drink that much again."

"Don't say that. I like the drunk you."

"I'm sure you do." She's up and about. "Let's not be like the other ingrates here and leave a mess for the nuns. Help clean up."

She adjusts her clothes to make herself more seemly. As she's fussing with the lacing on her skirt,her silk waistcord, she chuckles.

"What is it?" you ask.

"I must have been truly blind drunk," she says. "I tied this knot all wrong last night." It takes a lot of poking to undo. "I don't even recall taking my skirtgown off. Actually, I don't recall a lot from last night. I only vaguely remember coming here." She finishes correcting her lacing. "What about you? I know you had as much."

"It's a little hazy for me too."

"I hope I wasn't too much of a bother," Euna says. "I know I got rather unreserved."

"You were delightful."

"I'm glad you think so." She's up and about. "Let's not be like the other ingrates here and leave a mess for the nuns. Help clean up."

"Oh." she seems relieved. "I suppose you didn't have nearly as much to drink as I did, after all. I hope I wasn't too much of a bother to take care of last night."

"Not at all. It was fun to see you like that."

"I'm glad to hear you enjoyed yourself. I'd hate it if you'd had to spend the evening taking care of me because of my silly overindulgance." She's up and about. "Let's not be like the other ingrates here and leave a mess for the nuns. Help clean up."

"Did you now?" Euna looks around. The men from last night are already gone.

"I did," you say. "You were passed out and defenseless, and the men here were like wolves."

She snorts. "And so you offered your virtues as a sacrifice. To protect me. If only it were true."

"But it is," you say.

"I'm sure." She plants a kiss on your cheek. "How selfless you are, to get drunk and bed numerous men so her love may sleep in peace. A true noble-born lady. Come now, let's show our appreciation for these sisters who so kindly watched over us. Help clean up."

"I must be sucking too many cocks these days. I don't remember fellating nearly enough men for breath like this."

"That's because you were asleep for most of it."

"Oh. I was, was I? You had men line up to fill my mouth with cum while I slept, and you coaxed it down my throat, no doubt."

"That's exactly right."

She snorts. "Sure. Let's not be like the other ingrates here and leave a mess for the nuns. Help clean up. Now why don't you make up for it by cleaning our placemats for the nuns."

She snorts. "Did I now? It was your cum, I hope."

"Mine and a few other men's. You were quite popular."

"I'm sure I was." She's up and about. "Let's not be like the other ingrates here and leave a mess for the nuns. Help clean up."

She snorts. "Did I now? And was I sucking off these men alone? Or were you by my side?"

"Oh, they all wanted to dump their loads in your mouth. I just watched."

"The star attraction, was I?" She's up and about. "Let's not be like the other ingrates here and leave a mess for the nuns. Help clean up."

"I was," she says, "It's nice to know we have a safe place we can come to. The nuns are kind to watch over us."

"The nuns, yes," you agree.

She carries on. "I can't imagine it will be long before we're in here again, the way you encourage me to drink so." She stands up. "Don't just sit around. These nuns did us a service. Be good and clean up."

She carries on. "I don't know if I'll be drinking that much again though. It's not exactly becoming of a tsarivna to behave like a slovenly drunk." She stands up. "Don't just sit around. These nuns did us a service. Be good and clean up."

"Perhaps," she says. "Or perhaps it's the gallons of ale I drank. Oh well." She's up and about. "Let's not be like the other ingrates here and leave a mess for the nuns. Help clean up."

She rolls her eyes. "Very amusing, knave. Don't tease me just because my memory is a little hazy."

"A little?"

"Fine. It's very hazy. I do remember intending to have my way with youlet you have your way with me the very moment we were alone. I just... don't recall anything after that." As she fixes her clothes, she shakes her head and chuckles. "My lord. Could you imagine if you actually had offered me up in my sleep?"

"There was a line of men," you say.

"A line of depraved perverts, you mean." She's up and about. "Let's not be like the other ingrates here and leave a mess for the nuns. Help clean up."

Wincing, Euna slides a hand under the hem of her skirtinto her gown to inspect herself. "You let men molest me last night, didn't you?"

"Don't concern yourself about it," you say. "Your body is mine to give out. You don't need to know the details."

"Very well." She sucks her fingers clean. "I hope whoever they were enjoyed themselves."

"Maybe."

"You're lucky I put up with your antics. Most women would be appalled to find out they'd been raped so casually in their sleep."

"You're not most women."

"No." Euna sucks her fingers clean. "I'm not. But I am going to insist you stick around and help the sisters clean up. It's the least you can do."

Frowning, Euna presses a hand to her crotch, then slides it under the hem of her skirtinto her gown to inspect herself. "Did we have sexcouple last night?"

"Yes. You don't remember?"

"Nah. I let some guys here have their way with you after you passed out."

"What?" she says.

"Some of the men nearby had their eyes on youus," you explain. "I kept an eye out through the night."

Euna glances about at all the men. "My Lord. I hadn't even considered that. I suppose I wouldn't have, drunk as I was." She adjusts her clothes as though to double check that she's decent. "My apologies. I never meant for you to have to stay up the entire night."

"I'll survive."

"Still." She leans over and plants a deep kiss upon your lips. "You truly are my noble protectoran honorable lady. I am blessed to have you by my side. Thank you." Another kiss. "But there will be no need for another nightly vigil. I shall not be getting so drunk ever again."

"I wouldn't say never."

"I would." She's up and about. "Let's not be like the other ingrates here and leave a mess for the nuns. I'd like to help clean up."

You roll up the mat and gather the pillows. The nuns thank you when you bring the bundle to them, but Euna insists on going further, and she has youthe two of you spend the morning folding and stowing linens. You're the only two to help.

Soon, you're both out on the street. Euna breathes deep the morning air.

Grinning, Euna reaches low and spreads the girl's ass, although the nun doesn't notice. You climb on top, 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, she squirms, but suddenly Euna clutches her.

"Shhhh, it's okay." Euna coos even as she pins the girl down. "Just enjoy it." She presses her hand over the girl's mouth until you've had your fun.

Euna pins the girl's wrists to the bed. "Take it."

Clothes 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?"

Clothes 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 hisher hot cock 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 manwoman for ravaging your ass."

"Thank you, sirmadam."

"And now get some sleep." Euna 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 rolls the girl around so that she's lying on her back upon Euna. She's open for you, and when you climb upon that girl, there's nothing she can do about it, because Euna holds her down like a vice even as she nibbles along the girl's neck. She can only squirm when you dine on her flower. She whimpers when your lips fall upon her breasts.

Euna motions for you to help yourself. You're quickly between the sister's legs. She jolts when your tongue first touch, but with Euna on her face, there's nothing she can do.

When you move to suckle her tits, it doesn't take more than a brush of her clit to get the girl crying out into Euna's snatch. Euna however, is just getting warmed up.

You crawl between the nun's spread legs. Your touch upon her flower causes her to jerk up, only for Euna to steer her head back down to her snatch. Three women are in a row, mouth to crotch, with Euna at the head where she belongs.

But it's the girl who gets off first. She was dripping wet and so close to the edge. In her bucking and wailing, she neglects Euna no matter how much Euna grinds the girl's face against her. And so you lay a trail of kisses up the nun's buttocks, along her back, and over her shoulder so that you can show Euna the attention a mistress deserves. Your tongue hardly caresses her flower before she decides on something else.

"Here," Euna pulls you up to her. "Make love to me," she whispers, and you do. The sisters becomes little more than an aide to that love. While you and Euna shower each other with kisses, the nun is sandwiched between your breasts, left to suckle and and caress. When you and Euna snuggle, the nun is between your legs, imposing her tongue and fingers upon your flower. Her mouth is upon your cock. When Euna brings you to a toe curling orgasm with her tongue, she's experiencing her own because of the sister's face she sits upon.

After, when you're both sated, the sister continues to roam. Her snuggling against your breasts cause pleasurable little aftershocks.

But soon it's time to go. Euna coaxes the girl to cuddle up under the sheet. By the time you're both dressed, the nun is dozing with secretions drying upon her face, and the stench of two women upon her.

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 clothes scattered. 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 breechesleggings 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.

Your leggings come off and you crawl onto the bed on your knees. The nun rolls over like a good dog so you can scoot your sex over her with a knee on either side of her head. The nun digs in. Her tongue worms.

Crawling over her, Euna caresses a hand along the girl's neck and breasts. "Good girl," she whispers. "Good good girl." Her other hand attacks the nun's gash. Fingers dig deep.

The nun keeps right on tonguing long after she's brought you to a shuddering climax. It's left up to you to disengage.

Euna tucks her into bed and places a tender kiss on the nun's lips. The randy little nun immediately grows sleepy. 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. "Strange for the nun to call out in heaven's name like that. I didn't think the Simori believed in 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 noticed this nun called out to the heavens too," you say.

"Did she?" Euna replies. "I don't recall."

"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."

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, yet she obeys. However, she's quite demure and inviting about dressing in front of you.

Euna holds her arms open for you, but rather than join her, you tug off your leggings, climb up on the bed, and squat down over her face. She's already lifting her head to stick her tongue up your snatch before you've even settled your weight upon her.

You grind against her face with abandon that she has to clutch the bedsheets, and her tits wobble. Even when you're scraping her lips and nose raw with your pussy, she seems to be getting more from this than you. Her body writhes and twitches. Her pelvis keeps lifting as though humping something.

Somehow, your loveless grinding causes her to climax, without a finger touching her cunt. She cries into your cunt. It comes out blubberly, because you never stop humping her mouth, because she's setting you off too. Your moans are nothing compared to hers.

Afterward, she's left gasping, red-faced and tear-streaked. While you dress, she watches you from the bed wiping spit and girl-cum from her face.

You toss her clothes onto her. "Get dressed."

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'sShe'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 upon 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 and breasts 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.

You fall upon her, but you've hardly a chance to touch her body before she attacks ferociously. Suddenly, she's on top, and she's fussing with your clothes to get at your flesh beneath.

All throughout sex, she kisses and nibbles with frantic mania. "Oh Lord, I love you," she mutters between kisses. No matter what her lips are doing, her sex grinds against you somewhere. When her lips suckle your neck and breasts, she grinds against your thigh. When her lips dine upon your own quim, she grinds against your face. When her lips moan because she's dangling her breasts over you to feel your mouth upon her, she grinds against your working finger. When your lips meet for an endless expression of love, her sex grinds against yours with such fevered desperation that she howls her pleasure for all the church to hear.

Long after you two finish, she cluches you and weeps.

"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 calm down."

Outside the church, Euna's head begins to clear.

"That was the most agonizing 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 was powerless. 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."

"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 youth 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."

"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.tying her silk waist cord. 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 mastermistress?"

You're standing before a church—a large circular building with curving marble walls, and whose roof is a massive dome. Though the building is a marvel of engineering, its 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 wings 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 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. Everyone, from dancers to players, 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 across her breasts.

"It's just a loop of fabric!" Euna says. "And this place reeks of drink. You'd think beer flowed through the streets. They're quite shameless. Aren't they?"

"Look at them." You point out nearby pair. A woman has her skirt pulled up about her waist. A man behind her has his breeches lowered. He's rutting her enthusiastically. Nobody around them minds.

Euna averts her gaze. "Shameless. What kind of city is this?"

You're again in the festival before the palace. Hundreds dance as minstrels perform. Many are drunk and in various states of undress. Lascivious behavior is everywhere.

"Again with climbing?" she asks. "Skirt off,"Gown up, I suppose."

"It's for the best."

She whisks away her skirt and stands before you exposed.

"Very well." She exposinghikes up her skirt about her waist,tucks her gown into her waist cord,

Euna sighs. "This again..." She holds up her skirt,gown, 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."

"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.gown bunched up against your waist cord. It'll be safer and more comfortable if you just take it off.

After a moment of narrowed eyes, Euna shimmies her skirt down to her ankles.unties her waist cord. Her gown no longer hugs against her body, and instead drapes down from her breasts like a curtain. 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 ofplaying a prank on 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?"

"The gown doesn't get in the way of the ropes at all. How would this 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 topgown 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 topgown for me."

"Very well. That's all you had to say."

Euna unfastens her bodice and tugs it off overhead.pulls her gown over her shoulders. She is left nude.

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.

All the way up, her gown draped freely from her shoulders, and here at the top, her gown drapes off to one side of the wall, providing her no modesty.

"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 seen a good show."

"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.reties her waist cord.

"That was interesting," she says after you come down. "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 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. "A 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.seductive allure."

"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 maiden who's attracted to danger.who falls for the wrong sort of women. 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.

You and Euna get in line. As soon as you reach the front, the guards give you a knowing grin and wave you both through. They're the same guards from earlier today.

"What? No! You're not doing that," Euna says.

"Why not? It's nothing I haven't done before."

"I'm sure, but that's not the point. While you're with me, you'll maintain a level of dignity. Don't act like some common trollop."

"Isn't that what I am? Isn't that what you've called me many times before."

"Maybe you should strive to be something better," she says, exasperated. "You're not doing it, and that's final."

"Very well," she says. "I'd hate to deprive you of your fun."

It isn't very hard to convince the guards. Soon, you find yourself on your knees in their tiny gatehouse. The guard is leaned against the wall over you while you expertly suck his cock.

Euna watches from a nearby stool as you suck off the first, but when the second guard comes in for his turn, she's on her knees beside you to get a closer look.

The guard chuckles. "Heh. You want to take over?"

"I'm just watching," Euna replies. "Carry on."

You keep sucking and nibbling and bobbing down on his cock. Euna watches. Then her hand is on your shoulder. Her expression beckons you to let her have a turn. She takes the guard's stiff, wet member in her hands, and after a moment's hesitation, she takes him into her mouth.

And she sucks, and she bobs a little. Her hands don't do much, but she's giving it her all. The guard isn't thrilled with this performance, and with a grunt of disapproval, he steers her head away and points his cock back at you.

You finish sucking the guard off while Euna watches. She looks miffed.

She talks about it after you two are in the city. "Well, that was rude of him."

"You sucked his cock," you say. "Whatever brought that on?"

"I don't know. You made it seem so normal that I took leave of my senses, but you'd think he'd consider himself fortunate that I would debase myself by fellating him, but for him to spurn me?"

"Maybe he just prefers a more experienced mouth," you reply.

"What difference does it make?" Euna asks. "A mouth is a mouth. I was doing everything you were doing." She waves it off. "Ah, nevermind. We're in the city now."

"What? You'd really do that?" Euna asks.

"Why not? It's nothing I haven't done before," you say.

"I'm sure, but why? We already have other ways into the city."

"You mean going over the wall? The one that you hate climbing?"

"I'm not fond of it, but I can manage."

"Let me do this for you," you say. "It's no trouble for me."

"Very well. It's your dignity."

You both reach the guards. "Signets," they mutter.

You saunter up to the guards. "No signets." You lean close. Bbut if you take me somewhere private, I'll get on my knees and beg you to let us in."

Both guards look you up and down. They like what they see. "Yeah?" one says. "We've got a private place."

They lead you toward the gatehouse and motion Euna to passon through, but she lingers.

"You can go," they say. "We'll send your little friend along after heshe pays the toll."

She frets. "Actually, I'd like to stay with her. I'll just watch though."

They shrug, and Euna follows too.

The gatehouse is cramped, no wider than the wall it's built into, and it's only features are a few stools, a bench of supplies and waterskins, and a workshift chart on the wall.

The guard gets you pressed into the corner by a narrow barred window so he can keep an eye outside while you're squatted down sucking his cock. Euna sits on a bench and watches intently, both for this guard, and when the second guard comes in for his turn to get his pole polished. In the end, two guards return to their post with empty balls and content smiles, and you and Euna are shepherded on into the city.

"Thank you for your sacrifice," Euna says dryly. "I know how much your virtues mean to you."

"Did you enjoy the show," you ask, wiping away the cum lashed to your chin.

"It was interesting," Euna says. "I don't understand why you let them use you like a common trollop."

"First of all, I'm a one-of-a-kind trollop. And secondly, I used them. Their job is to keep riffraff out of the city, but I just enticed them into breaking the rules for us."

"But at what cost?"

"At no cost. I had fun sucking their cocks. You only think there was a cost because your old religion taught you to think of your chastity as something you can lose."

"What about your pride?"

"Pride is a sin, remember? A humble man is not ashamed to dirty his hands tilling a field. Why should he be ashamed to suck a cock?And a humble woman shouldn't be ashamed to suck a cock."

"Interesting way to look at it. Either way, thank you for getting us in. This was nicer than the alternative."

"It was my honor, Your Highness."

"Both of us?" she asks.

"Think of it as something we can do together."

She chews her lip. "Very well. Lord, this is naughty." She turns to you. "But you'll lead, won't you? I'm unsure how much I want to participate."

"Sure. More cock for me. So you're up for this?"

She eyes the guards nervously. "It would be an opportunity to practice, wouldn't it?"

You do the talking with the guards. After a little flirting, one leads you both into the guardhouse built into the gate, and you find yourselves kneeling together in the small room's corner. You start it off by tugging down the guard's breeches and taking his cock into your mouth while Euna watches from inches away. You get him fully erect and on his way, but now it's Euna's turn. Her skills today are admirable, and the guard groans appreciatively.

Back and forth you two go, until you're ministering to his cock together. She sucks his pole while you nurse his sack. Or you both nibble along his shaft, lips meeting and kissing occasionally. His cum fills your mouth while Euna has her mouth fixed over his nuts, but with a passionate locking of lips, you and Euna share the load back and forth until none is left.

The next guard is much the same, only Euna doesn't need time to shed her modesty. It ends with both your side-by-side faces upturned with mouths open—two targets for his cum. He spills upon both your faces, and it takes much licking and suckling for you two to clean each other.

"And to think," Euna says once you're both inside the city. "There must be women who get turned away by those guards simply because they're too proud to enjoy a little cock sucking."

"That was utterly obscene," Euna says after you're both in the city. "It was a sex act without an ounce of love. ...except between the two of us." Her eyes twinkle.

"Flirt with them?" 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."

"Just follow my lead." You pull her close and whisper, "but we might have to show them a little."

"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. "That's all fun to fantasize about, but actually doing it...?"

"I dare you."

"...Fine. I'll flirt with him, but that's it."

"Then you just do the flirting. I'll do the showing."

"...Fine. I can do that."

You reach the guards. "Welcome to Cockaigne," one mutters. "Signets, please."

"Hello there," Euna says. My "useless slavelady-in-waiting 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."

"Listen, lady," one guard 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 a little.

He smile patiently. "Nobility or not. You don't have your signets."

She pulls you up beside her. "Perhaps my lady has brought something else you'd rather see?"

You tease your neckline down to reveal one of your breasts. You play with it innocently.

Both guards grin. "Huh. Not bad. I think I remember seeing her signet after all." Then he looks at Euna. "But what what about yours?"

Euna blanks. "Mine?"

"Yeh. Two women. Two signets."

"I... all right," she says.

The guards' eyebrow rise. He watches her.

Euna yanks her dress up,gown aside revealing her baldblond, furry pussy.

The first chuckles. "All right, little ladyladies. That gets you in today. Move along."

Releasing her breath, Euna drops her dressgown. She's by the time you're through 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."You showed more than I did. I'm impressed."

"I can't very well show him my breasts while wearing this chemise, can I?"panicked." she says. "Did I go too far? I wonder what they think of me?"

"They probably think you're a beautiful womanwe're a pair of sexy women they were lucky enough to ogle, but who cares what they think? How do you feel?"

"I feel... I feel so naughty. It went against everything I've been taught."

"Would you do it again?"

"I might! Should I not? It was inappropriate. I certainly shouldn't have, but it was so exciting!"

"Don't worry. You'll get a chance to do it again. But later. We're inside now."

"Yes." She calms. "Where shall we go?"

Euna's eyes light. "I think so."

You and Euna approach.

"You two again," one guard says. "Don't suppose you remembered your signet this time."

"We forgot," you say, "but can't you see that my lady is nobleborn."

"Maybe." Both guards turn to her.

"We forgot," you say, "but can't you see we're both nobleborn? Just look at these." You pull your tunic up to reveal your tits.

Both guards turn to Euna. "What about you?"

Euna glances back at the others in line. She unfastens her bodice and yanks the neckline of her chemise down.She pulls the neckline of her gown down. Her breasts spill out, and she hoists them to show their heft and suppleness.

"Surely these are nobleborn breasts, aren't they?" Euna's voice quivers.

The guards grin. "They sure are. All right, you two. Get on in."

You and Euna scamper by. She hastily tucks her breasts away. Inside the gate, she gasps. "Lord, that's so exhilarating!"

"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."

Euna's eyes light with mischief. "I think so."

You and Euna approach.

"No signets again?" one guard says.

"We forgot," you say, "but clearly my lady is nobleborn."

Euna reveals her tits.

"We forgot," you say, "but clearly you can see we're both nobleborn."

Both you and Euna expose your tits.

The guards smirk at one another. "I don't know..." one says. "I've seen good tits on plenty of wenches. I don't think those prove anything."

Euna blanks. "What? But it was good enough before."

"It's not today, so unless you've got some better way of proving you're nobleborn, step out of line so that others can get in."

You and Euna collect off to the side. "I guess that's not going to work anymore," Euna says. "The toll has gone up."

Euna presses her bottom against the guard's hand.

He squeezes her ass fiercely. "Aren't you a friendly noble. You like this?" Euna winces and presses her lips together. The guard moves down and presses two fingers into her. "Wet, huh? You really like this."

The other guard presses his finger into her anus. Euna wriggles her butt at the attention, encouraging them to push deeper. They take their time.

A loud cough comes from someone waiting farther down the line. The guards pull away.

"You're certainly a noble," the guards say. "Head on in."

The two of you scamper into the city.

"A wonderful show." you say.

"It was so delightfully sinful! Shame there were others in line." She glances at you. "You know, I would have gone farther."

Euna stiffens, but lets the guards squeeze her ass. It's as though they're inspecting a grade of meat. When one slides two fingers inside of her, she squeaks and recoils. "All right. Surely you've seen enough."

"Fair enough." The guards are grinning. "Go on through."

You and Euna head through the gate.

Inside, she turns to you. "I'm sorry. It was just... I got a little scared."

"Get used to it," you say. "You'll probably be doing it again soon."

She nods. "Very well. I'll try to be better next time."

"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, but she holds position. The guards take turns sliding their fingers into her wet slit.

"Looks good," they say. "Head on in you two."

You both head into the town.

"How did I do?" she asks.

"Lovely. Did you enjoy yourself."

"I thought I was going to faint."

"I could tell."

"What shall we do now?"

"You mean show them something more?"

"Yes, I do. Your breasts aren't enough anymore."

"Then I suppose I'll have to, won't I?" Her eyes twinkle.

You approach the guards.

"So," they say. "Think you can convince us you're nobleborn after all?"

"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."

"I suppose I shall do it then. I did ask you to help broaden my horizons."

The guards wave you forward. "Signets."

"We haven't got them," Euna says.

"How do we know you're nobleborn then?"

"Perhaps this will convince you." Without pause, Euna yanks down her bodice.the neckline of her gown. Her ample breasts spill free. "These are not some commoner bags. Look at how smooth my skin is." She tweaks and pulls her nipples until they stand out. "Look at how pink and tender these are. These, men, are noble breasts. Surely you can see this. And if my bosom isn't enough. This surely will be." Turning around, she hinges at the hip and flips her skirt onto her back.flips her gown out of the way. "Surely this is not the buttocks of common rabble." She strokes the globes of her ass and 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. "I suppose you might be right. What do you think?" one asks the other.

The other shrugs. "Go on you two."

You both hurry along inside.

"You'll have to show that much every time now," you say.

"I guess I will, won't I? How unfortunate."

"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."

Euna turns and bends over.

You pull her skirt upgown aside to fully expose her. "See this?" You stroke a hand along her rear. "This is a noblewoman's ass. And this..." You spread open her lips, revealing pink. "Surely these petals are noble born."

The guards scrutinize her. "Hmm. It's a fine looking snatch."

Suddenly the other man grabs Euna's ass. Euna startles.

"Yes, yes. Have a good feel. Make sure."

"None of that, sirs. She is a noblewoman, not a wenchWe are noblewomen, not wenches."

The guard stops. Euna relaxes.

"Oh, fine," they say. "She's noble enough. Go on, you two."

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 both 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."

"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. "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."

"Privately?" Her eyes widen. "You're not coming with me?"

"You're good enough to handle them both by yourself, don't you think?"

"Sure, but I'd rather do it with you. Together, it's a naughty thing we do together. We have fun. If I'm alone in there, then it's just a loveless, crass act."

"I know."

"Ah," she says. "This has nothing to do with getting into the city, does it?"

"I mean, it will get us in."

"What if they get handsy?" she asks.

"Sometimes they do. It's no big deal, is it?"

"But what if they get the wrong idea. Maybe they'll try something. You won't be there to look after me."

"If you're really not comfortable with this, then I'll come with you and we'll do it together."

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 suck their cocks, don't you?"

"I do."

"Then I'll do it."

Today, the guards stop you both as usual. "Signets."

"We don't have any signets," Euna says, "but if you'd like to take me aside, perhaps to somewhere private, I'll show you 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.

The guards grin. "Private, huh?" Cupping her chin, one guards turns her face this way and that. Suddenly, he gropes her breast, and she stiffens. His hands continue to roam, going low and groping her sex through her clothes while she tries not to cringe away. "Now that I think about it, I'm due for a break."

"Don't be too long," the other guard replies. "I'll need convincing too."

Meanwhile, they let you through. A while later, Euna follows.

"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 then 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 grope me until he got hard, and then I pleased him same as the other."

"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."

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 know I shouldn't have, but it's just so naughty!"

She grins. "Very well. I accept the challenge.""If that is your wish."

Your turn with the guards comes. "Signets."

"We have none," Euna says, "but you will let us in regardless."

"We will, huh?"

"Yes, and once you do, I will show you how a noble lady fucks."

"We have none," you say, "but surely my lady can convince you to let us in. Take her somewhere private. Do with her whatever you wish."

Euna steps close and presses herself to the guard.

"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 guardhouse.

"Don't be long," the other guard replies. "I'm taking a turn." After they're gone, he nods you in. "Go ahead. We'll send her through once we're done with her."

Euna comes through later. She's thoroughly disheveled, pearled strands of cum are stuck in her hair, and she's hastily trying to clean herself up.

"So what happened?" you asked.

"While the first man was fucking me, another guard came in. He wanted a turn, so they had me get on a table so one could fuck me while I sucked the other off. Then the third guard showed up, but before he finished, a few more arrived, and of course they wanted a turn too. Apparently, there was a shift change. I think I fucked ten in total. I'm not sure though. They kept switching"

"And you didn't say no to a single one, did you?"

"I didn't think you'd want me to."

"That's my girlAnd you were right."

She smiles, reassured.

"Of course not. You're lucky it ended at all, you'd be waiting all night."

"The first one threw me on a table and nearly ripped my skirtgown 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 skirtgown. "They weren't good lovers," she says, "but I'm fine with that. After all, it was just a transaction. What shall we do now?""They didn't care one whit if I enjoyed it. I was like an object to them."

"That's what your body is good for."

"Hmm," she shivers.

"The first man fucked me, but then he decided to push his hand inside me and fist me for a while. The second man was angry because I was so loose, so he fucked my mouth instead, and then he fisted me too, but he was angry about it, so he kept trying to stretch me open more and more. He tried to make me cry, but I never did.He didn't stop until I cried.."

"They both took turns fucking me, and then they said I could go."

"Is that it?"

"Yes," she says. "But after they left, two more guards came in while I was dressing, and they fucked me both at the same time. And then they found two guards on patrol, and they fucked my assme. And then they invited two of their friends. I think eight people had a turn with me."

"...And only the first two were needed to get us in."

"Did I do wrong?"

"No. If men want to use your body, always let them. That's what a slut like you is good forus sluts live for. I hope you thanked them."

"I did."

"You turned me into a slut," she says. "I can't help myself."

"They took turns fucking me, and afterward, they made me tongue their asses."

"Is that it?"

"Then more guards showed up. They all wanted rim jobs."

"How many shit holes did you tongue in there?"

"Five, I think. I wasn't counting."

"Well. We're in now," you say. "Let's get moving."

"Anyway," you say. "You got us in."

"Of course I did. Where to now?"

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. Visitors stable their horses here.

"I suppose I can't while away the entire day soaking. Bring me that towel." Euna stands, towels herself off, and drops the towel beside the bath. "Shirina should be done cleaning my clothes by now."

Striding from room to room, Euna asks around for Shirina, paying no attention to the men gawking at her naked form.

"Then we will go." Euna steps out and towels herself off. "Shirina should be done cleaning my clothes by now."

You take the towel from her. "Then go find her. Leave the towel.""Then let's go find her."

Creeping from room to room, Euna asks around for Shirina while trying to ignore the men gawking at her naked form.

Shirina finds you two first. She holds a bundle of folded and laundered clothes. "Here are your belongings, Euna. Thank you so much for everything, and again, I'm so sorry for what you had to go through. I never thought the elders would go so far."

"It was my pleasure." Euna examines the top garment. "The blue gown?"

"With how beautiful you looked in it, I couldn't live with myself if you didn't take it."

"What about next season's festival?"

"I'll have more made, I always do. Seeing as how you performed this year, it's rightfully yours."

"I'll treasure it. Thank you." Euna takes it.

Shirina then hands Euna her old outfit. On top is a jar of Agnodine. "Take this too."

"An entire jar?" Euna asks.

"After what I saw last night, I have an idea that you'll find something to do with it," Shirina says.

"You told me I should abstain for a while."

Shirina shrugs. "That might be wise, but maybe not... You're already on your way to being a more accommodating host than I am. I'd hate for you not to reach your full potential."

"Well, thank you." Euna dresses. After goodbyes, you two depart.

Agnodine added to inventory

Blue silk gown added to inventory

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'.

"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?"

"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."

"As you wish."

"As you wish."

"Are you sure?" she asks. "If I make them pay that much, they might really get carried away then."

"I don't care," you say. "For that price, I should think they may be as cruel and depraved as they want. Don't you think?"

Euna shivers. "Very well then. Sixty it is. I'll tell them anything is free game."

"Yes," she says. "Beautiful I may be, but sailors don't have a lot of money. I think they'll expect to do more than just fuck me."

"For that price, I should think you'll need to be the most wanton and depraved whore in the cove too. Don't you think?"

"I suppose I'll have to be." Her eyes twinkle. "Sixty it is then."

"Again?" she asks.

"I've decided I'm going to start whoring you out more. We both know one trick a day is too little for you."

"I will do whatever you command me to," she replies. "You are my mastermistress, and I am your slave."

"Most whores pull more than one trick a day."

"Most whores don't do this for their own gratification."

"Maybe not, but can you really call yourself a whore then?"

"No," she admits. "I suppose I can't. Not unless I'm out here for hours out of the day finding men to use me."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

"Here?" She stops and looks about. Other women are along this stretch of the cove. Many are clearly whores. They call out to passing men. "This does seem to be the right place, doesn't it?" Her breathing picks up until she's practically gasping. "Oh Lord. We're really doing this. You're going to have me offer myself toI'm going to try and seduce every man who walks by, and then let the first one who says yes fuck me, no matter who they are."

"That's the idea."

"This is so depraved." She's wringing her hands. "What do I even charge? I suppose the woman back there was charging twenty, but I'm more attractive than her, right?" She eyes the other women on the dock. 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.

"How about forty," you say. "I think you can earn me at least that, even if you are inexperienced."

"Forty then. Yes. I'll do it. I'll earn that for you. Forty." She's getting fidgety.

"I think forty at least, right? That seems like a good starting point," she figures. "Yes. I don't see why I should subject to whoring myself for less than that. Yes. I'll do it. For forty." She's getting fidgety.

"Better do it quickly before you lose your nerve," you say.

"You're right. I'll do it." She pauses. "But what do I do?"

"Just find a corner and entice men."

"Then what? 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?"

"Hmm." She pretends to ponder this. "Sell my body again? I suppose I can. What price shall I set today?"

"How about sixty rubles? But make sure you earn it.You're certainly the most beautiful woman here."

"How about five rubles?"

"Five rubles, as usual."

"Very well," she says. "I'll take care of what to charge. You just wait right here."

"I always do," she says. "They're the one's paying after all."

She bites her lip nervously. "You wish for them to violate my womb?"

"It's what it's good for." You get out the Agnodine. "Now spread your legs so I can get you ready."

"Hmm," she moans. "I doubt they'll fill me to my satisfaction, but we'll see." Euna gets out the Agnodine." Help me prepare for a proper penetration."

Euna spreads her legs for you. Kneeling before her, you work your fist up her sex to smear her cervical ring. Once it's loose, you pull out. "Enjoy yourself.""Now get out there."

Euna shivers. "Very well. If that is your wish. I'll make sure all my johns know that I'm a lowly shit whore."

Her eyes light with mischief. "I'll be sure to advertise my specialty."

Euna walks down the dock to the mouth of an alley. She adjusts her bodice so her breasts are nearly spilling out, and she poses seductively.In her beautiful blue silk gown, she's like the queen of the docks.an elegant courtesan.

Shortly, a man comes by. Euna gets his attention, and 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.gown is crumpled about her ankles. The man is behind her, holding her hips and roughly fucking her ass. He hardly acknowledges the woman he's violating.

After he comes, he pulls out, and Euna is left panting.

Picking up her silk gown from the deck, he unceremoniously wipes his cock clean. Euna doesn't notice until he begins poking the silk garment into her ass.

With enough poking and prodding, the entire thing disappears inside of her. Her anus closes up.

He murmers something in her ear.

Euna murmurs something to him which makes him pause.

"Yeah, sure," he says.

She 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 does the same for 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. 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 wraps her arms about his shoulders. 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. He doesn't take long to unload inside her again. 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 extracts her gown from her ass in one long pull, like a magician pulling rags from his sleeve. It's crumpled, and has a few dark stains on it. She nibbles and sucks the worst of them awayShe inspects it for stains, shrugs, and puts her gown back 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?"

"Fine. I saw him as nothing more than a cock to suck and fuck. And I got paid for it. Hold onto the money for me." She hands you some coins.

"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.

A man comes by, and the two talk. He follows her into the alley. You peek in to see Euna on her knees sucking the man off. Her head bobs back and forth.

She's not really doing much besides the bobbing though, and they take much longer than a blowjob normally should. Eventually the man storms out while fastening up his breeches. Euna is sitting in the alley nonplussed.

"What happened?" you ask.

"He said I was bad. Pretty whore but a rotten mouth." She frowns. "Quite rude."

She's quiet a long while after you two head away, then. "Forget him. What does he know?"

"At least you got paid," you say.

"Yes, though he says I wasn't worth it..."

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.

The three exchange words. 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 skirtgown as a blanket. Squatting over her is the woman, wearing only stockings and a garter belt. She's pressing her brown-furred snatch to Euna for her to lick and suck. The man watches nearby. His breeches are around his ankles, and he's pumping his hard manhood while his girl enjoys Euna.

The girl scoots forward so her ass is over Euna's pillowy tits. She releases a stream of urine which gushes over Euna's body. Euna rubs it into her skin, as though the sensation alone would be enough to get her off, but the woman isn't done. Once the stream ends, she strains, and a long solid log of shit coils into a pile in the valley between Euna's tits while Euna watches with bated anticipation. The moment the woman is done,lies still obediently. When the woman is done, the man barks an order at her, and Euna begins massaging the mass in, making sure to cover every single square inch of her tits, even underneath. With the remainder, she smears down her belly, along her thighs, and over her neck.

The woman watches with her nose is wrinkled. The man hastily kneels beside Euna and loses it. His cum fires upon Euna's face and her shit-smeared tits.

At that point, they round up. After they share a few parting words, Euna blows a kiss to the girl, who blushes and waves back, and they're gone.

When you enter, Euna is scraping shit off herself and sucking her fingers clean.

"They just wanted him to watch while his mistress rode my face," Euna says, "but I'm a shit whore, not a normal whore. So I told them they'd have to pay extra if they didn't want my preferred services. They finally agreed that she would shit on me."

"Looks like the husband enjoyed the show."

At that point, they redress as though she's not even there anymore.

"What a disgusting whore," the man says to his wife. "I think she actually liked it."

"I can't believe you had me ride her face," the wife says. "I'm going to bathe when I get home." The couple leave while chatting without so much as glancing back at the whore they just defiled.

When you enter, Euna is trying to scrape as much shit off herself as she can.

"They sounded unhappy," you say.

"They only wanted to ride my face," Euna says. "But I told them that I was only allowed to let them use me if they treated me like a toilet. So the wife finally agreed to shit on me. I guess I'll never see them again."

"Don't be so sure," you say. "I think they enjoyed degrading a whore like you. They'll be back."

Euna finally gets most of the mess cleared. With a rag from your pack, she wipes up the mess until no visible stains remain. "I still reek," she says. "I really need to bathe."

"Not now," you say. "If you smell like shit, it'll just help people recognize that you really are nothing more than a walking toilet."

"As you wish, my mastermistress."

"Good, because I enjoyed myself." Euna has gotten most of the mess cleared. With a rag from your pack, she wipes up most of the mess until no visible stains remain. "There. Clean enough."

"You smell like shit," you say.

"Good. Maybe now these johns will finally realize I'm not kidding when I tell them to use me like a shitwhore. It's frustrating when these people want to pay for ordinary sex."

Euna wraps her arms about the girl's thighs and pulls her tighter upon her face. The girl 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 slitblond bush.

Locked together in sixty nine, building in pleasure until the woman cries out. 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 skirtgown, 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 clothes, he's lucky I didn't charge him full price. He was 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?"

"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. They all circle around her. As they talk, some fondle Euna's breasts and crotch. Eventually an agreement is made, and she leads them back into the alley.

You wait a few minutes before passing by.

They've had her strip and lie down on the boardwalk. The men stand around her, and they're all pissing on her at once. She writhes and massages their streams onto her breasts, into her hair, and between her legs. She's drenched from head to toe.

Then, one by one, the men drop their breeches, squat over her, and unload their bowels. Some deposit a coiled pile of firm shit upon her tits. Others spill loose slop. Whatever they give her, Euna smears it over her torso sensually, and every inch of skin she covers seems to stimulate her more. She coats her tits in slick, sticky shit, then her belly, her neck, and her sides. She rubs heaping handfuls into her sex.

The men watch her scrub their shit onto clit and moan, but eventually they lose interest and leave her there as a mess.

When you come to her, Euna is scraping shit off of herself and licking her hands cleans. She smells like an overfilled latrine.

"I must be a sight," she says. "They just wanted to see me enjoy myself, and I have to say, I quite did."

"You truly are a shameless shit whore," you reply.

"I am the best of them, although cleaning up is going to be a chore. Hold onto my earnings for me."

"Look at you," you say. "Why didn't you have sex with them?"

"They said I was too sick to touch," she replies. "They just wanted to watch me paint my body and play with myself."

"I hope you remembered to get paid."

"Yes, here's your money. I'll try and clean myself up."

It takes Euna a long time to clean up and wipe herself down. She still reeks, and smears of brown speckle her hairline and along her neck, but she's visibly presentable by the time she dresses.

"You reek over every inch of your body."

"I'm sorry," she says. "I'll bathe if you wish."

"No. It marks you as the lowly shitwhore you are," you say. "Let's keep moving."

"I have the stench of their waste over every inch of my body," she says, "but I'll bather later. I'm a shitwhore. I might as well live with have a stench. Let's move along."

They hadn't even bothered stripping her, though her bodicegown is yanked down around her waist. They've lain her down upon a stack of crates. One after another, the sweaty men stumble climb and fuck her hard and roughly. The others stand about stroking their cocks.

Each usually starts by wiping her pussy clean with her own skirtgown, then they awkwardly mount her. It takes twenty minutes for all six men to finish.

Afterward, they leave Euna lying there, her cunt seeping.

You come to her. "Did you do everything they asked."

"Of course," she says, "though they didn't want me to do much besides lie here."

Once they're gone, you come to her. "Had fun?"

"Of course I did," she says, "though I didn't really do anything other than lie here."

"For some men, that's all they want."

"I suppose so," she says. "Here's yourthe money."

Shortly, a gruff sailor comes by walking two mutts. One seems like a Rottweiler, the other a black lab. Euna talks with him. His grin shows crooked, yellow teeth.

Euna leads him into the alley. After a minute, you peek in.

Euna is lying on her back upon the boardwalk while the man directs his Rottweiler beside her.

"Piss now, boy. Go on. Piss on the bitch."

The dog is confused, but eventually it sticks out one leg. A stream of dog piss fires right onto Euna's face. Most soaks her face and hair.

"I'm paying you to be their toilet bitch," he says. "Act like it." So Euna fastens her lips over the dog's cock and guzzles the rest. After that, he steers his dog around so it's rear is to Euna.

"Now shit, boy. Fill this bitch." The dog, however, seems rather bemused by his apparent target. The man prods Euna with his boot. "Tongue his ass, bitch. That ought to loosen him up."

Euna props up on her elbows and buries her tongue in the dog's asshole. She shows it all the love and passion she would to a rescuing prince. Suddenly, the dog is trying to squat. He's already filling Euna's mouth. She hastily lies back down and lets the dog top off her mouth with a full mountain of steaming dog shit. Hungrily, she beginsShe retches, and again. It's a struggle to keep her stomach in check, but slowly, she starts chewing and swallowing.

The man is masturbating. "Yeh. Eat that slop, you sick bitch."

The whole act gets repeated for the man's labrador. This time, she suckles the dog's cock and drinks nearly all the dog's piss. And after tonguing the dog's asshole, he rewards her with a second heaping load of dog shit. The man leaves while she's still chewing, but by the time you get in there, she's crawling around on her hands and knees licking up the fallen chunks of dog shit from the boardwalk.

"It seems today you aren't just a toilet. You're a toilet for dogs."

Euna is blushing. She doesn't stop eating the fallen morsel, even as she gags and retches.

"Tell me," you say. "Why did you do something as putrid as this?"

"Because I love you. You are my master, and I..." She retches again, controls herself. "I do what you say."

You kneelskip up behind her and feel her sex under her skirt. "You are dripping wet."

She blushes deeper.

"Don't act you're doing this for me," you say. "My whoring you out is just your excuse. Truth is you get hot from eating dog shit, don't you? You love filling your stomach with their hot steaming feces. Admit it."

Reluctanty, she nods. "Lord help me."

"That's right. That's how sick of a slut you are. You're lucky I was around to show you that you're better suited to be a scat whore for dogs than a tsarivna. Now lick the rest of this up quickly."

"It's what the man paid for." She retches again, pauses to control herself. "Despite how putrid that was, and Lord was it putrid, you should feel between my legs."

"You're wet?"

Grinning, she spreads her legs and shows. Dollops of her arousal are dripping onto the boardwalk. "I'm dripping wet for dog shit. That's what kind of sick whore I am. I wish Margosha could see me now."

She cleans up as best she can, though her hair is still damp and smells of musty piss. You two emerge from the alley.

She's on her hands and knees with her skirtgown pulled up her back. The lab is mounted on her, humping energetically. Euna groans and lowers her head between her arms.

"Yeh. Rut the bitch," the man growls at the dog. "Come on, you mutt." Meanwhile, he directs his 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 it with her mouth. Its a classic double-teaming now. One cock hammers her pussy while she takes another in her mouth. The man masturbates openly.

She keeps sucking off the other dog until it whines, and a knot forms at the base of it's cock. Her bobbing slows so she can swallow mouthful after mouthful of runny dog cum. Finished, the Rottweiler scampers to the corner where it curls up and licks itself.

The labrador growls in Euna's ear and pumps cum inside her. Afterward Euna tries to pull away, but she's stuck. The dog nips at her neck.

The old man chuckles. "Got yer knot in the bitch, heh boy?" The dog finally pulls out. A wash of cum spills from Euna's cunt. She's still on her hands and knees when the man collects his dogs.

Once he's gone, you creep 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 twice, one for each dog."

"A bitch? He paid my money," she replies. "He may call me whatever he likes. Anyway, I charged him twice. Once for each dog."

"Good work."

She gets up and rights her clothes.

One man comes by, Euna catches his attention. Once an agreement is reached, Euna leads them back into the alley. After a minute, you casually pass by. Euna is laid out on the boardwalk. She's rolled up on her shoulders with her rump pointed upward and her legs spread wide. Her skirtgown is hiked up to her hips. The man is standing over her working his fist deep inside Euna up to his wrist.

Once her pussy is gaping, he seems to double-check something with her, and she nods her assent. The man drops his breeches. He swings a leg over Euna and scissors his legs with hers such that his ass is pressed over her slack pussy. With her fingers, Euna spreads herself open, and the man bears down. A log of his waste slides directly into her cunt. More oozes until it's piling up on top of her lips and he has to lift away. When he disentagles from her, she's left with a brown mound sitting on her cunt.

And then he resumes fisting her. This crams the brown mass deep inside her. Each time after he pulls out, he's careful to steers his knuckles so as to push more in. He packs it deep, right up against her cervix until all that's left besides her brown stained lips are his messy knuckles.

Then he lines the fingers of his other hand up with her ass. With his thumb tucked in, he twists and shoves, trying to get her ass to swallow his fist. Whimpering, Euna keeps herself braced up for him.

With one final shove, the man's fist slips inside. Euna is gasping from exertion, but he gets rights to pistoning his fists her two holes up to mid forearm.

Despite her obvious pain, however, he simply redoubles his efforts of pushing, twisting, and jabbing. Euna is wailing, yet no progress is made. That doesn't keep the man from trying.

Eventually, he's had his fun. He wipes his hands off on the inside of her thighs and turns his attention to his erection. Euna's too loose now for his preference, so he kneels down by her head and forcefully rapes her mouth to completion. The outline of his cock is visible on her throat.has her suck him off to completion. She uses all the skills she has to please him.

Afterward, he has her tongue his ass clean so he can dress back up and leave. When you come into the alley, Euna is sitting with her legs splayed. She's scooping her hand deep inside herself to pull out handfuls of shit.

"How should I dispose of this?" she asks.

"You're the only toilet here," you say. "How do you think?"

"You would have me pollute my own body rather than sully this alley?"

"That's what your body is for."

Nodding, she begins to lick the mess from her fingers.

She begins licking the mess from her fingers. It makes her gag.

"He's gone," you say. "You don't have to eat it."

"And what else am I to do with it?" she asks. "Leave it fester in this alley? I'm the shit-whore. I'm the one who invited him to fill me with his waste, so it's proper that only my body be polluted. Not the alley."

It takes her several minutes of scooping, licking, and retching, but she cleans the worst of it out enough that you two can move along. The stench lingers with her though.

When paying begins, you move along until the men depart. Euna is sitting on the crate tenderly feeling her stretched vaginal lips.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

"That hurt like the devil, but no matter." She grins at you. "I told him he could fist me, and what kind of whore would I be if I went back on my word.""He wanted to fist me, and the customer gets what he wants."

"That's right," you agree.

Eventually, she stands and corrects her skirtgown. "I'll walk a little strangly for a while, but otherwise a usual john. Here's what he 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, he fills her mouth with is cum, and she drinks it down lovingly, but after that, she whispers something up to him, then rests it on the tip of her tongue and looks up in the old man's eyes. There's a pause when neither move. The old man starts relieving himself. She's able to let it flow down her throat without swallowing, so she has little to do but just accept let his stream flow over her tongue.then she fixes her mouth over the tip of his cock and looks up in the old man's eyes. There's a pause when neither move. Suddenly, Euna is gulping. The man is relieving himself, and she struggles to drink every drop. The moment he's done, Euna gives his cock a sweet little kiss and tugs up his pants for him.

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 I'm 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. "This is for the best. As much of a master at this craft as I aim to be, I couldn't stomach an act quite 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."

"I didn't say I'd never do it, but an act that 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.sidles up and whispers in your ear while giving your ass a quick squeeze. "Maybe sometime I could train myself for such an harrowing act on someone with whom I'm more comfortable."

Two large men come by. Euna gets their attention. 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 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.

"Ready for your treat, bitch?" He lifts a little. His belly flexed. Small bouts of gas escape right in Euna's face, but then comes a moment of silence before the true payload. A log of shit slithers down, right into Euna's waiting mouth. She chews and swallows the fetid waste quickly, all while working her tits over the man's erection. Log after log disappears into her belly, but before she finishes chewing the last of it, he sits back upon her face.

"Now clean me up," he orders. It's impossible to see, but it seems from his grinning that he's enjoying the pleasure of her tongue again.

"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 bodicegown. 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 while you swallowed his waste."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."

"Maybe I'll... become famous for it..."

"People would line up down the street to shit down your throatsit on your face and fuck your tits."

"Oh... oh Lord... yes." She squirms.

"You could come too. We could all have a good time."

"We're not going."

"Eh, fine. Whatever," they say. "Let's go." The two men head off.

Euna is still sitting on the boardwalk. She seems relieved to see the men departing. "Sorry. They wouldn't stop trying to convince me to leave with them. I didn't mean for them to bother you."

"It's fine. I'm the one who makes decisions for you anyway.Either of us would have to be crazy to get on a pirate ship with a bunch of dangerous pirates. But you got myour money for the fucks they had, right?"

"Yes. Right here." She gets to her feet. "I was worried for a minute you might say yes to them. I'm not sure how I feel about getting on one of these pirate ships alone. What if they left while I was onboard?"

"You're not going anywhere without me," you reply. "You're my whore. No one elses.""Even a slut knows when to say no."

"Thank you." She hugs you.

The lord pirate Luciena struts by with her rapier at her waist. Her eyes light upon seeing Euna. Without a word, Euna crooks a finger at her and saunters into the alley. The woman follows.She saunters up, grabs Euna by the arm, and steers her into the alley without a word. You peek around to find the woman naked from the waist down. She's hinged at the waist with her feet firmly planted so that her butt sticks out. Euna sits between the woman's legs and props up on her arms so her upturned mouth is beneath the woman's ass.

What comes out of her is a stiff log which Euna struggles a little to let slide down her throat. After it's free, she has to use one finger to push the end in. Luciena watches without helping.

Afterward, while Euna is tongue cleaning her ass, she start talking. Whatever she asks, when she turns around, Euna nods in agreement. The woman pulls on her tights, grabs Euna's arm, and leads her from the alley.

You backskip away from the entrance, but Luciena still notices you, and she passes right by with Euna in tow. You'd speak up, but something about the way the pirate lord's hand hand rests on her rapier keeps you quiet.

"Don't worry," she calls. "I'll bring her back soon."

Euna gives you a reassuring nod.

Euna looks utterly bewildered.

"My crew would like to meet her again," she calls to you. "I'll send her back soon with her pay."

You follow them to the docks, where Luciena leads Euna onto a small galleon. There's not much you can do but wait. Eventually, two dangerous-looking women appear on deck and guide Euna to disembark. She's completely nude with her clothes bundled in her hands. Hickies cover her. Her hair is a mess. Her face glistens.

You approach while she's dressing. "What happened?"

"Luciena heard about how I've been selling myselfyou've been selling me to entire crews up at the Siren's Bounty."

"Oh. So she..."

"...had me entertain her whole crew,""...gave me to her whole crew," Euna replies. "About twenty of them, and oddly, most of them were womenevery one of them was a woman."

"Female pirates?"

"Apparently most of them a Atajiri masters just like Luciena. All from the same academy. The rest are a few menladies that proved themselves worthy enough to join a crew of swordswomen."

"So what did these master swordswomen do to you?"

"They descended upon me like a pack of wolves. Every one of them was hungry to taste my flesh, and I was made to taste theirs too."

"Sounds like a lot of quim tasting?"

"Not just that. They had their toys. They thoroughly rutted all my holes."

"They sound like they do this a lot."

"You have no idea," she says. "They were turning their attentions upon each other as much as they were upon me. I'd never realized swordswomen could be such a lusty lot."

"At least it's done now. That took a long time for a single trick."

"I'm sorry. I just wasn't sure I could say no."

"It's fine. You'll just have to make earn the difference some other way."

"I got them to pay for the fun," Euna says. "Half price for each, but it's still quite a pull."

"Ah, you're thinking like a true whore. You never forget the pay."

"Of course not."

"Every member of her crew had their way with me again. I don't know what they teach at this Atajiri academy, but they are a hungry lot. Besides ravaging me, half of them wanted me to swallow their swords too."

"Did you?"

"Luciena wouldn't allow it. There were too many of them, and not enough time. ...But she did allow a select few to use my mouth as a reward for previous deeds. All the rest watched."

"I guess sword swallowing was a common art at their academy."

"Among this group it was anyway. Luciena paid me for every sword I swallowed."

"And all the other fucking they made you do?"

"They said I should be grateful they're willing to touch a shit-slut at all, even if I am a highborne one."

"I guess this is what you'd get to look forward to if I take Luciena up on her offer."

"Yes. Every day for months, maybe years." Euna shivers.

"And all the other fucking you did?"

"Complementary," Euna says. "I enjoy getting to know her crew. We might be traveling with them some day after all."

It takes a lot of straining before the woman is able to push anything out. What emerges is a thick, knobbly turd—dense and dark. It inches slowly into Euna's mouth and down her gullet. It swells her throat. More and more comes, one long unbroken log. It's size and girth outmatch any human cock, and it hardly bends or folds. When the end finally pops free of the woman's ass, Euna is left with the tip of it protruding just outside her lips. This shit cannot be swallowed without being chewed.

Luciena admires her work, but when Euna starts heaving from lack of air, she daintily pinches the exposed end and slides the log out of Euna's mouth until Euna gasps for breath. Then she pushes it right back down, and up, and down, slowly fucking Euna's throat with the knobbly poo. She's clearly enjoying herself, even going so far as to grasp the log fully with one hand so she can hammer it in and out. She's red in the face. Tears stream. Thick strings of brown saliva coat the shit cock and drip onto her cleavage.

Eventually, the log starts to disintegrate. Sections break off, and when the pirate woman rams them down, they don't come back up. Soon all that's left is the length she's clutching, so she rams that into Euna's mouth and rams her fingers in to shove it down her throat. Euna contorts from gagging, but then the log is gone.

While Euna coughs and gasps, the woman scoops out one of Euna's tits and wipes her hand on it, leaving browns smears. Then she's off.

Euna is clutching her chest when you arrive. She's swallowing over and over. "She just raped my mouth a piece of her waste like it was a cock. And what a cock it was."

"Looked like you were really suffering," you say.

"I was. She was impressed with how well I kept my composure. Most whore would have coughed up and ran off."

"But not you. You enjoyed a little choking, do you?"

She nods. "Lord, I think half of it is still backed up in my esophagus." More swallowing. "As long as you wish it, she can violate my mouth however she wants. Here's your money."

"A proper woman should always be suffering if they're giving good enough head. And Lord did I suffer. I think half of it is still backed up in my asophagus." She hefts her tit so she can lick away the smears and dribbled brown saliva. "She may be my favorite client."

A woman comes by. She struts as though she expects the world to get out of her way, but she lingers upon seeing Euna. As the two talk, you get a better look at her.

She's comely, but in a handsome, striking way rather than a beautiful way. This is clearly a woman of action, judging from her tight laced leggings, her lean figure, and her dark tanned skin. And a few scars along her cheek indicate her as a fighter, if the rapier fastened to her waist didn't already make that clear.

After talking with Euna, she leans close and whispers something. Euna nods obediently,Euna grins and whispers something back, and the two disappear down the alley together.

After waiting, you peek around to find that the woman has shimmied out of her leggings. She standing with legs set wide and on the tips of her toes. Euna is seated between the woman's legs reclined back on her elbows with her upturned mouth parked right beneath the woman's ass, and the woman is spreading the cheeks of her ass.

A thick log of dung snakes out and slides directly into Euna's mouth. Euna fixes her lips about it, but she doesn't bite or chew. Instead, using her deepthroating skills, she lets the log slide down her throat directly into her stomach, and it's no small log. This woman produces over a foot of solid waste which slides between Euna's lips.

The act is done. The two share words while the woman dresses. After she struts off, you enter to find Euna sitting in the alley wiping stains from her lips and face.

"That was different," you say.

"She called it sword swallowing," Euna replies. "Apparently she has a fancy for shitting straight down a pretty whore's throat. She likes the thought of her dung all coiled up in one solid piece in their stomach." She rubs her belly, "I expect I'll probably see her again. She's going to look for me. She says I'm the most beautiful whore she's ever met. And I expect she will be around since she's one of the lords of this pirate cove."

"Her?"

"Yes. She's the proud Lady Luciena, a master swordswoman. She earned her lordship here after besting each of the other pirate lords in duels."

"I believe it."

"Yes, and now she'll be seeking me out so she can pay me to indulge her disgusting fetish." She stands and hands you some rubles. "I bet you this relationship will pay off some day. Let's go."

"She looks the part, doesn't she? And she's decided I'm going to be the only whore she visits from now on. Assuming you'll whore me out to her again."

"Every time," you say.

"Then I will obey. I am your whore, after all. Here is your money."

"She looks the part, doesn't she? And to think, I'd happily dine on her shit for free." She hands you the rubles, "but she's paying me."

A sticky log of dung dung rushes out from the woman's ass. Euna scrambles to make sure it slides directly down her throat into her belly. After that come several wet clumps which build up in Euna's mouth. Euna has to reach a hand into her mouth in order to push the clumps down her throat without swallowing, but the woman seems impressed by this.

After this, Luciena hops down. Euna says something, to which the woman agrees. She turns and bends over again, spreading her cheeks so that Euna can dive her mouth in and tongue-clean the woman's asshole. Maybe this was just a tongue-cleaning, but the woman starts enjoying this, and she let's Euna work her tongue for ages until she's shuddering so much that her knees nearly buckle.

Afterward, the woman talk before the woman laughs and departs.

You enter to find Euna preening. "She touched me," she says. "She normally never touches a toilet whore. She thinks they're too disgusting."

"Did you show your appreciation?"

"I thanked her for feeding me her waste, and she believed me. My tongue is too eager, she says. She also said I'm too beautiful to be a whore out of desperation, and that the only reason I'd be down here eating strangers' shit is because I'm compelled by depraved inner cravings."

"She's right."

"She thinks I should be the one paying her."

"But she did pay you, right?"

"Of course. Here's your money."

"But not you?"

"She knows I'm not just some common whore. My tongue is too eager. My beauty is too great. She thinks I'm a nobleborne woman who whores herself out and eats strangers' shit because she craves it."

"And she's right, isn't she?"

"Of course."

You enter to find Euna preening. "She'd been prowling up and down this boardwalk looking for me," she says. "Must have passed a hundred whores."

"You're special to her."

"Special is putting it lightly. She even admitted she can't stop thinking about me, and she keeps wanting to know when we'll take her up on her offer."

"What did you tell her?"

"That if she wants me as much as she says, then she can wait. We'll leave this land once we're ready."

"Perhaps soon," you say. "If she wants you as much as she says, then she can wait. I'm not done with you yet."

"As you wish. The decision is yours."

Luciena releases a long, slimy column of waste which easily slides right down Euna's gullet. Once it breaks off, a stub is left sticking from Euna's mouth, but Euna waits until the pirate lord turns to see before she snakes her tongue out underneath the protruding turd, hooks the tip with her tongue, and pulls it in while staring Luciena in the eyes. With one final swallow, its in Euna's stomach in one big piece.

Euna guides the woman into her lap. They hold each other, and Euna whispers something in her ear. She shakes her head, but Euna is persistent. "Oh, very well." Luciena says this loud enough for you to hear.

Luciena sits down and props back on her arms. Euna shimmies out of her skirtdrapes aside her gown and stands over Luciena with her ass pointed toward her. They've traded places. Now Luciena has her mouth open, and Euna strains to push a long thick log of shit into her mouth. The pirate lord is not as talented at this. She gags as the log slides over her tongue, and again when it hits the back of her throat. It's not going down as easily, and Euna has to use her fingers to carefully prop up the log emerging from her so it doesn't break and fall. She finishes shitting and patiently holds her end of the log, ready to nurse it forward, but Luciena struggles. Her throat won't cooperate.

With a warm smile, Euna sits in Luciena's lap and lowers her mouth upon the exposed log of her own shit as though fellating a cock. It disappears easily down her throat until their lips meet, and suddenly Luciena's struggle is forgotten. It's a kiss as timeless as any ever could be, even with the log of shit extending down both of their throats. Their tongues worm around the log to find the other.

Their pressing lips work the log thinner until it eventually breaks. Both girls have their half. Both swallow them down whole, and then their kissing resumes. Euna's fingers explore between Luciena's legs, and she doesn't let up until the pirate lord is shuddering.

It's a long time before the girls dress. Luciena hurries out of the alley, her face flushed. When she catches sight of you, smiles sheepishly and hurries on.

Euna is purring with pleasure when you enter. "She hasn't done that for anyone in a long time, not since she was a young girl at her Atajiri academy."

"But she did it for you?"

"I'm in her heart now," Euna says. "She told me that she can't stop thinking about me."

"What will you get her to do next," you ask.

"We'll see next time." She stands and walks with you from the alley.

You return to Euna. "Again you get her to swallow the sword."

"She's admitted that ever since I talked her into trying it again, she's been thinking about practicing it again, but only so she can swallow my sword."

"No one elses?"

"No. I'm the one she's falling in love with."

What shoots out is not a solid log of dung, but a torrent of brown, fetid waste. It floods directly into Euna's mouth, but trained as she is, she keeps her throat open, and it flows right down into her stomach. This is truly a rancid diarrhitic slop. You can smell it even from where you are, but for a sick slut like Euna, she lives for this, and she perches her mouth closer to the woman's asshole to make sure the entire sloppy soup goes into her belly.Even for Euna, this is almost too much. Her chest heaves. This soup is nearly causing her to vomit, but she never lets her mouth close. Some, however, runs down her chin.

The initial deluge ends, but the woman remains squatted over Euna, occasionally releasing more slop into Euna, and sometimes letting loose rippling farts which splatter Euna with brown flecks from forehead to cleavage. Euna is patient. She seems content to stay under her ass all day.Even when liquid shit isn't flowing straight down her gullet, Euna is struggling to keep her stomach under control.

Eventually, nothing more comes. The woman allows Euna to lick the crack of her ass clean, and to run her tongue along the rivulets streaming down the inside of her thighs. After, Euna thanks her,they share words, and then she struts off.

When you enter, Euna is hefting her breasts so she can lick away the splattering marring her cleavage. She gives you a pleased smile.clutching her belly and taking deep breaths to quell her stomach. She gives you a queasy smile.

"Hardly a sword-swallowing," you say.

"Something she ate didn't agree with her," Euna says. "But then she had the idea of finding me. I think she wanted to push my limit," Euna says. "See how dedicated of a whore I really am."

"And?"

"And never has she met a whore who stomach such a gut of sick mess like that. She was particularly impressed that I was able to stick to my word and not swallow. I just let the liquids drain down my throat. She sees now that I am the most disciplined and dedicated whore she's ever encountered."

"I guess your self-training was worth it then."

"She's always been passionate about sword swallowing," Euna says, "but thanks to me, she's developed a taste for spewing a gutful of sick, stinking mess right down a woman's throat, and I'm the only one she's ever met who can manage that."

"Now we know why she still lingers in port," you say. "She needs you."

She smiles at this. Suddenly she retches and curls over.

"Don't throw it up," you say. "You'll have to lick it back up then."

After some deep breaths, Euna nods. "I'll be fine."

"Are you going to throw up?"

After some deep breaths, she shakes her head. "What kind of shit whore would I be if I did that?"

A foot of thick, solid dung snakes from Luciena's ass which Euna lets slide down her throat. The finishing tip which flops over Euna's nose. Another short log falls over her cheek and forehead. With two fingers, the woman daintily grabs the tip sticking from Euna's lips and pushes it in. Next, she feeds Euna the small logs. She has to push her fingers deep into Euna's mouth to get it down her throat. Euna obediently sucks her fingers cleansensually suckles her fingers while looking in her eyes.

The job is done. She sits in Euna's lap. They whisper to each other while the woman tenderly kisses Euna's forehead and cheeks, and then she dresses and departs. As she exits, she walks right by you and gives you an amused grin.

You enter while Euna is cleaning her face.

"Did you tell her about me?"

"Yes. She wanted to talk for more, but I told her I had a manlady waiting patiently for us to finish."

"I'm sorry. She wanted to keep talking, but I told her I had to get back to you."

"What did you talk about?"

"She told me about herself," Euna says. "She's not a slaver like most of the pirates here. She thinks it's dishonorable."

"A pirate with honor?"

"It came from her mastery of Atajiri."

"What's that?"

"A school of swordsmanship in her home land. Her entire youth was spent at an academy. She surpassed her own swordmistress supposedly."

"She must be good," you say, "if she outmatched every pirate lord of this cove."

Euna rises and walks with you out of the alley. "Strange though," she says. "I would not have expected a pirate to be trained in a disciplined martial art like that. I wonder who she really is..."

The job is done. She sits in Euna's lap. They whisper to each other while Luciena tenderly kisses Euna's forehead and cheeks. This affection grows until both women are lying down on the dock, and they make love. The moans of their passion emenate from that alley for much longer than a normal trick should take, but finally, Luciena emerges.

She saunters up to you, trails a finger along your cheek, and plants a long and passionate kiss upon your lips, tongues entwining. "Thank you," she whispers, and she struts off.

You find Euna dressing in the alley.

"She thanked me," you say.

"Yes. We talked about you today. I told her about how I used to be a stuffy nun, and how you molded me to be what I am today, so she has you to thank for making me the wonderful slut she's thoroughly enjoyinggrown obsessed with."

"As long as you two don't run off together."

"Oh don't worry. When we run off together, we'll bring you with us."

"As long as she doesn't steal you away."

"Oh don't worry. If she wishes to own me, I told her it is with you she must barter with. I am your property after all."

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 back over their barrel. One man is behind her, fervently fucking her pussy. The other man is stradling her face, shitting a log into her mouth. After both are done, they switch. Euna gets two loads of cum in her cunt, and two loads of shit in her belly.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.

"Here is your money.Hold on to 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."

"Now you're learning."

A drunk man wonders by. Euna catches his attention. Whatever they talk about gets the man enthusiastic. She leads them into the alley.

After a minute, you casually walk by. Euna is on her knees, legs wide. The man stands before her with his breeches down. He's holding her head while he fucks her throat until shooting a load of cum straight into her stomach.she sucks him off. She swallows and swallows his load.

Afterward, the man asks something of her. Nodding, she pulls off her skirt and unfastens her bodice.slides off her gown. He aims his cock at her open mouth and begin urinating. Euna easily allows the piss to flow down her throat. Hardly a drop would be spilled if the man's drunken aim wasn't dreadful. He aims his cock at her open mouth and begin urinating. Euna swallows as best she can, but she can hardly keep up. He begins urinating on her. Piss drenches her face. It cascades between her breasts and down her belly. It trickles through her bare slitpubic bush and down her thighs. Euna rubs it into herself, taking particular care to baste her cunt with their urine.

The man is preparing to leave when Euna chimes up and says something. After a short discussion, heHe demands something of her. She reluctantly nods, so he drops his breeches again and backs his ass up to her. She must have offered her services as a shit whore, because soon enough, he's defecating right in her mouth. It's such a mass of voluminous mush that she has to catch the overflow in her cupped hands. Cheeks puffed and hands full, she slowly devours her meal while the man watches in disgust. It seems hejust wanted to know if she'd actually do it, because he doesn't stick around to watch.

After he leave, you enter just as Euna is refastening her bodice.pulling on her gown. Her breasts still glisten with piss.

"Here is your money." She hands you some rubles. "May I go clean up before we continue along? I reek of urine."

"No," you say. "The smell suits you."

She nods. "As you wish."

"And here are my earnings." She hands you some rubles. "He got a little dirty. I suppose I'll reek of urine all day now."

"Want to go clean up?"

She grins. "No. It suits me, doesn't it?"

You two depart down the docks. Euna strolls along beside you, arms linked with yours.her arm about your waist.

"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 I ever return home and become tsaritsa of our tsardom, I will still know deep down that I once resorted to whoring myself to strangers on a dock."

"How do you feel about that?"

She 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 my mastermistress ordered me to.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."

"A fair observation." 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.

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.

"What a pity." You glance at Euna. She stares dumbfounded at the dice, and then 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.

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.gown yanked aside. 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 bodicegown 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. Whining, Euna 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 act like a lady but inside you're just a slut, a cheap, dirty slut who needs her holes filled, aren't you? You need cock to pound you into submission."

"You may act like a lady but inside you're just a slut," he says, "a cheap, dirty slut who needs to be used, aren'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 skirtgown. Euna is left gasping.

"I'll go tell your boygirlfriend 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. You head out back.

Euna is sitting on the barrel now. Her skirt is still about her waistgown is still crumpled aside 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 anothera 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 foolfellow tramp, have helped me to reach this point."

"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 foollove, have helped me to realize that."

"You're welcome."

After you both make yourselves decent, you come around the building.

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 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,gown has been yanked out of the waist cord, 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 boygirl to bring you back,"Your little lady friend isn't enough for you. You needed cock, because 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 boygirl bring you back another day. You'll need my cock again soon enough."

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 my body is yours to barter with however you please."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?"

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.

You're in the black marble hallway.

It goes north and south.

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 south and east.

There's a door here. It's barred, but from this side.

The door leading to Slug's room is here.

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.

Here the hallway turns at a junction. It runs both north and east.

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.

You and Euna return to the wagon. Lanx and Fira are around back.

Against the side of the rowhouses, an aged whore is sucking a man off by deep-throating his cock.

A lean young man is leaning on the outside of of Bounty smoking a pipe in peace from the noise. He looks you both over. "I've got some coin if you girls are up for some fun."He looks Euna over. "I've got some coin," he says to you, "if your lady wants to entertain me."

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 chemisegown. "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.gown. "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.ladies," he calls to you two. "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 isbodies are making me hard. Only right you should make me soft too."

Before you can reply to his proposal, 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!"

"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 slutsluts..."

"You asked meus to make you soft. Now you're soft. Ask pleasantly next time, and Iwe'll help you with your problem in a more pleasant way." With that, she takes your armwraps an arm about your waist and leads you along.

"It's kind 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."

"He wants us to help with his problem. You should do it."

"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.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 fallen forward while sitting.

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 looks the man over.Euna averts her eyes from the man's exposure. "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."

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 gonna... I'm gonna dance." Turning, he heads toward the 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."

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 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 still spreads along the gutter.

"She hasn't a shred of decency," Euna says. "And I think she may be happier for it."

"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."

"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 wasn't, 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. "Who am I to judge? Perhaps if my father were the tsar of Cockaigne, my love of him would have been more intimate, 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's stream is weakening anyway. She's massaging her milk onto her breasts and belly more than she's spraying the crowd. Many of the drunks are wandering off.

You and the menThe 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 herselfYou rinse each other off.

"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 must make in this city..."

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.

A girl is here on her hands and knees who seems to be scrubbing the floor.

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.

A nude woman sits upon a nearby stone wall. She's playing a joyful tune on her flute.

The nude woman from before is still here, still practicing her joyful tunes.

A group is collected alongside the street, and it sounds like a fight is going on.

"Curious? To get punched in the stomach?"

"I knew a woman once who loved it when I did it to her. It causes a rush. Something about how our bodies react."

"I've done it before."

"You've let a man beat on you?"

You nod. "Just once or twice. It causes a rush. Something about how our bodies reacts."

"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.

"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."

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.

"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 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 waswe were 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 you're 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 are still bickering when you and Euna depart.

"Must be strange to grow up in that family," Euna whispers. "I get the sense that families like that aren't that outlandish around here."

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—the older tongues the shaft while the younger suckles his balls. Unlike with the other men you've seen, they show no reluctance with him.

Once he's fully hard, he nudges his sisters onto their side and kneels by their rumps. He penetrates his younger sister first. 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. She grinds against her brother. Both sisters pull tight to each other.

Euna leans close. "I think this isn't their first time."

"Or their second. Or their third," you whisper. "And it doesn't seem there are any hard feelings."

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 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."

She regards you. "I was thinking you and I would do it with a man."

"Oh," you say. "I'd be happy to, but it wouldn't be the same thing. We're not sisters."

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 going to get punished by somebody."

You and Euna hurry along.

"Another strange family," she mutters. "No city but this would you get an offer like that."

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 troupe of acrobats who've set up stage down the street from the dancing. Judging from their state of undress, their performance is likely to be risqué.

"Yes, I think I get the idea of it. Let's not stand around and gawk all day." Euna takes your arm. While the performance goes on, you two continue along your way.

Geologist's Pick added to inventory

You pick up the small geologist's pick. It's a solid tool with a head that juts out into a curved, gauging point.

"Ah yes. My geologist's pick. Or I should say the academy's. I borrowed it before I left and neglected to ever return it. This will be our secret then, will it? Because they'd certainly want it back. It's quite the effective tool."

"How so?"

"It's enchanted, of course. All those pedestrian geologists out there hammering rocks to get their minerals only wish they had a pick like this. It'll carve through stone and metal as though it were hot cheese, but look..." He takes the pick and scrapes the point along your arm. It leaves a faded white line like any point would, but that's all. "No effect on anything else. Makes it great for getting those rare reagents without damaging them."

"And you'd let me take this?"

"Borrow it? Sure. I'm not going spelunking any time soon, but you make damn sure you bring this back."

You pocket the pick. "I'll be sure to."

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?but you make sure you only use that for eh..." He gestures toward your lower half. "for hair, all right? 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."

"Got it." You pocket the blade.

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.

"We'd love to," Euna says. "What are you two working on?"

"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 elixir," 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.

Euna faces Lanx. "Time for you to get cleaning."

Lanx turns to Euna. "Looks like you get to clean again."

"Anyone up for cleaning the cauldron today?" Lanx offers up the scraper and a rag. He glances toward you and Euna, but she looks to you.

"This is the part I hate," Lanx 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.

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.

Euna gets on her knees, but when she crawls forward, her gown drags along the ground, draping away from her ass. She hastily corrects it, but the front has tented away from her chest, and tucking the gown more tightly into her waist cord doesn't fully help.

Lanx has noticed this. He's taken a seat to her side. From where he is, he must be able to see her breasts through the side of her gown.

She notices Lanx's rather unfortunate vantage point, and looks to the rest of you. "Perhaps someone else would like to do this instead?"

"Make Lanx do it. It's his cauldron."

"You should do the cleaning. We are in debt to their hospitality after all."

"Don't worry. I'll clean it."

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It seems they're once again hard at work creating something. Fira notices you two first.

"Hello," Fira says. "What can we do for you? I hope you're here to stay for a while."

They're 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?"

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.

There's a commotion going on down an alley. People laugh and jeer.

"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 the double wooden doors. The inside vestibule is cool and dark. Light comes from lit candles within alcoves. Tapestries line the walls, muffling sound and making the small room cozy. Though they depict many stories, their main theme centers around the same topless bird creature shown on the crest outside.

Sitting on counters lining the walls are vases filled with vibrant 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. It's cinched tightly to her body, revealing 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. 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.

"Perhaps," the nun replies. "but we had to stop handing it out. Many were abusing its sleep-inducing effect by mixing it with alcohol. 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 and 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

The nun narrows her eyes at you. "I already gave you one today."

"Oh right," you reply.

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 gives you a quick kiss. "Good indeed, but you'll be the one quenching my fires tonight." With that, she scampers off for the next song. Those two dance together many more times, but despite all his whispers, she's always shaking her head no.

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 otherthese 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,has a hand slipped under the slits of her gown. Another time, her breasts have slipped free of narrow strips of silk along her front, 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.

During a pause, you both get mugs of ale together. "Having 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 drinks 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 this 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 frockreach inside my gown and touch my flower. What do you think about that?"

She's grinning, but her studying look reveals that she's anxious to see your reaction.

"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." Her smile is more relaxed.

"It's not a good dance if the men aren't copping a feel. I had a few explorers myself." When you say that, you snake your own hand down to fondle between her legs. She yelps joyously.

"I think we'll both do some exploring later tonight." Her finger traces up the inside of your thigh. Her smile is coy, and her eyes now relaxed.

When the current dance ends, you pull Euna along to the casks along the side. While she fans herself, you fetch two mugs of ale.

"Another night of drunken tomfoolery for you, I see," Euna says.

"And for you." You pass her the second mug.

"For shame. You know how poorly I handle my drink." She takes a swig.

"I'll watch over you. And if you get too drunk, the sister's tonic will help."

"Those tonics may be evil in disguise," Euna mutters. "Hangovers are the Lord's way of reminding us we're being gluttonous. There shouldn't a simple trick to forgo them."

"Then let us remind ourselves." You hold up your drink. "To gluttony."

"To the Lord. May he not judge us too harshly." She toasts and drinks. When the next dance starts, she drains her mug and pulls you along. She does the same the next several times you pull her aside for drinks.

Euna takes hers. "I trust you will watch over me if I should become too inebriated."

"Of course I will."

"Good." When the next dance starts, she drains her mug and pulls you along. She does the same the next several times you pull her aside for drinks. As the festival goes on, she's dancing gaily, and frequently stumbles into other dances.

Euna comes right along with you and takes the first mug. She's already taken several swallows before you have yours. "For love and passion. And all the other aspects of life I never knew back home." She holds her mug high.

"For sex and pleasure," you toast with her.

"Those too." Her eyes gleam as she drinks deep. When the next dance starts, she tosses aside her empty mug and pulls you along.

Many times through the night, you both return for more ale, sweaty and breathless. She always has another drink, which she frequently carries out with her into the crowd. Her ale sloshes as she dances.

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.gown aside.

Her skirt is up about her waist now,gown is tucked into her waist cord by her hip now, and people ogle her smooth pubic moundblonde pubic bush and her ass.

Euna's face is red, yet she stifles a grinEuna quivers as you worm fingers inside her. She presses her lips to yours, and when she breaks away, it's only because a moan must escape her lips.

"Enough." 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 to cup her ass.

She reaches back and pulls your hand away. "Naughty little deviantgirl." She smiles at you. "There's time for that later."

"I don't think anyone here cares." You nod toward a woman kneeling beside a food stand sucking the cock of a man with his leggings about his knees.with her face under the frock of another woman straddling her.

She studies them as you two go round and round. Her eyes gleam with mischief. "I suppose people don't, do they?" This time, she doesn't stop you when your hand explores.

Her dress rides higher and highergown slips farther and farther aside until her bare ass is exposed.

She hastily pats her skirt downpulls the strips of her gown back in place and waggles a finger at you. "Somebody might see."

"Somebody did," you say. "Right behind you." She looks. A dancing couple are glancing over. The man and the women are smiling coyly.

"Oh heavens!" She turns back. Her cheeks are flush.

Euna glances around and notices several dancers eyeing you two with a knowing gleam in their eye. "Oh Lord," she mutters. Her face reddens, but she doesn't stop you.

"That would be lovely," she says, "but I shall not be getting nearly as inebriated as last time."

"But you had such fun."

She grins. "Yet I can hardly remember it. Come. The song is starting."

You two dance for hours. You occasionally stop for a drink, but Euna remains adamant about having any more than a single ale.

"That would be grand," she says. "Come. We'll have a quick drink before the next song."

The two of you dance for hours, stopping only occasionally for another drink. Many times you both stumble into others. Euna laughs every time.

As the sky grows dark, the festival becomes more crowded. The drunk and raucous outnumber the tipsy. Couples kiss passionately against the street-side houses. Many dancers have removed some clothes. Men reveal bare, hairy chests. Women bare their legs and busts.

You pass her off to another dancer. Both of you go round and round with strangers, occasionally matching back up for a refrain.

Several times, dancers change partners. Several men try to step in to dance with Euna. She declines them all, choosing to dance solely with you.

"It's getting rather untamed here," she says.

"You could say that." You slide a hand between her legs and slip a finger inside her.

She hugs close as you two twirl about. The people about grin knowingly at you two. "Oh my Lord..." she mutters.

"Yes." You slide a hand up her thigh to cup her ass. "Yes, it is."

She makes no move to stop you.Turning crimson, she bats your hand away. "Naughty foolgirl," she whispers.

While you dance with half-naked women, she's in the clutches of men.You both find yourselves in the clutches of men. You get your fair share of gropes, but not like Euna.

One slow dance has the women put their back to the men while they lead. You get a sloppy booze-drenched women pressing her ass to your groin. You take the opportunity to reach around and explore her assets.You find yourself with a man embracing you from behind while he explores your breasts. His erection presses into you from behind. The men Euna dances with are likewise adventurous. While she sensually sidles her back against one man, he scoops her breasts out for all to see and tweaks her nipples. Later, another man rakes his hands up her legs, pulling her skirt up.gown aside. He works his entire fistfingers into her bared sexdamp snatch. Euna dances with him as happily as she does any other.

Later, when Euna partners with you again, she's wearing only her skirt and boots. Her bodice is stuffed into her pack.she's slipped her shoulder strip overhead so her gown dangles from her waist cord. 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 shirttunic 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 breasts to your bare skinyours.

The transition comes, and she's away.

"Here? As in dance?"

"Why not?"

She looks around. Two minstrels play on a stage. People twirl about. They laugh and prance. It's far different than the balls back home. "I've never danced like that before," she says. "It's rather unrefined."

"It's fun. Come." You pull her toward the streetside, where people draw ale from rows of wooden casks. You fill two mugs. "Perhaps a little liquid encouragement."

"It does seem we'd stand out if we were sober," she notes.

You throw an arm about her shoulder and take healthy swigs of ale.You take healthy swigs. Some ale dribbles off your chin. Euna sips hers and eyes the crowd. As the songs change verses, people trade off dancing partners.

A pair of drunken dancers nearly collides with you two. Euna ducks back. "I'm not sure I'm ready to dance with these drunken louts."

"If you'd like," you say. "We will dance with only each other."

Euna relaxes. "I would like that. At least at first." She drains her mug. "Shall we?"

"I don't see many women dancing together," she says. "Are we allowed?"

"Sure we are. Look over there." You point out two intoxicated women spinning about each other with arms linked. "And over there." Two women in an alley grope and kiss each other. "No one will mind if we dance together."

"Good," Euna says. "I'm not sure I'm quite ready to dance with these sweaty men." She drains her mug. "Shall we?"

With each dance, she smiles more and laughs louder. Her reserved steps become more wild until she's skipping and twirling like everyone else.

The sky grows dark, and the festival becomes more crowded. The drunk and raucous outnumber the tipsy. Couples kiss passionately against the street-side houses. Many dancers remove some clothes. Men reveal bare, hairy chests. Women bare their legs and busts.

After each dance, Euna catches her breath and draws herself more ale. Much of it escapes down her cleavage, which she wipes up absently. The moment the minstrels start playing again, she stashes her mug and drags you out to the dance floor.

"You might want to slow down," you say.

"But itsa quick step!" She says. "Dance with me, my lovely Fool!"

After a while, the minstrels pack it in. Festival goers wander home.

You two depart, giddy and sweaty. She walks barefoot, carrying her boots in arm, and she leans on you.

"I dun think I can walk home tonight," she says. "To the temple?"

"I think we have to," you reply.

"Wait," she pulls you toward a city fountain. Sitting on the rim, she splashes handfuls of water on her face, and then slumps down onto the cobbles beside it. Her eyes start to close.

"No, no," you say. "Don't pass out here. Let's get to the temple first."

"My feet hurt..."

"I'm not surprised. You danced a lot."

You two depart, giddy and sweaty. You're drunk, but Euna is stumbling and slurring. She supports herself on you as you guide her toward the city exit.

"We'rr goin home now?" she asks.

"The music is over. The sun is gone."

"Wait. I've got to... I've got to sit." Euna drags you toward a large fountain. She tries to sit upon its lip, but ends up crumpling onto the cobbles beside it instead. "My feet. Ohhh." With great effort, she tugs her boots off. Small blisters have formed along her heels and and ankles. After an examination, she sprawls her feet out before her on the cool stone. Her head rests back, and her eyes close. "We danced soo much."

"We did." You slump onto the fountain lip beside her. "Come on. We'll take care of those blisters at home."

"Hmmm," she pouts. "I don't want t'walk. Carry me."

"I can't carry you all that way."

"I'll make it up to you if you do. I'll let you do things to me."

"I still can't, but I'll help you walk."

She doesn't reply. She's fast passing out.

"Euna. Come along. We can't sleep out here." You try to pull her up.

She bats your hands away. "Hmm... sleepy."

While you're wrestling with her, another drunken couple stop by the fountain. The woman sits and splashes her face and arms with water. The man watches you two with amusement.

"Too much ale?" he asks.

"I dun wanna walk home." Euna mumbles.

"Looks like you'll be taking her to the temple," he says.

"The temple?" you ask.

He points toward a large dome structure seen from over the nearby buildings. "You should let the Simori take her in tonight or she will be in no shape tomorrow morning."

"Ooh, the temple," Euna says. "Letz do that. Nuns are good. Thank you, noble sir."

The woman finishes refreshing herself and looks Euna over. "Just make sure you watch over her there," she says to you,"If you ladies do go, stick close," she warns, and the two depart.

Euna holds her hands up to you. "I command you t'carry me."

"You must carry me." Euna mutters.

"Must I?" you ask. "What do I get out of it?"

You scoop Euna by her knees and shoulder, and you really do try to carry her, but there are certain truths working against you.

You are a fit woman with an acrobatics muscles, but you have a small, lithe body compared to Euna's voluptuous figure.

You are a small man.

Euna is as limp as a dead cat.

You are also very drunk.

"This isn't going to work," you say. "You'll have to walk."

"Hmm! My feet." Pouting, she lies down on the cobbles and sticks her leg straight upward. Her skirt and chemiseride up,gown slips aside leaving her exposed. Her toes point toward your face. "Kiss my feet and make 'em better."

Get her up and walking.

Kiss her feet.

After a while, the minstrels pack it in. The dancing winds down. Festival goers wander home. You and Euna stagger off, tipsy and sweaty.

She bounds up and wraps her arms and legs about you. You carry her from the festival.snags you from behind. Her chest is sweaty against your back. "That was absolutely lovely. I could live in this town every night, dancing my life away."

"Good heavens, did I have fun." She clutches you for support. "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 arrive back at the camp.

Return to camp.

You clasp her feet and kiss the bottom. She shudders and reaches her foot even higher, and so your lips explore. You suck each toe, nibble her soles, and plant delicate kisses on each of her blisters. Her other foots comes up beside the first, and you switch. She seems beside herself, half-conscious, and now with one hand between her legs. She's pleasuring herself for anyone to see.

Except she's also falling asleep. Her hand is dead on her clit, and her mouth hangs open.

There's one handsome young lad whom Euna dances with more than the others, and he's more sensual with her. As they sway together, his hand embraces her neck, and then travels down her body, between her breasts to her belly. When they hug close, he whispers in her ear, and his lips tickle along the edge of her jaw. It leaves her lost and breathless. Eyes closed, she has her head leaned thrown back to make herself more open to him.

During a rest between dances, you catch up with her by the ale casks. "Who is this paramourcute boy you've found?"

Euna grins, blushes, and drinks from her stein. "Oh him?" she asks innocently. "That young man knows what he's doing on the dance floor. I'm a little short on breath, and not from exertion." She leans close. "You should hear the dirty things he keeps whispering to me. He keeps trying to get me to agree to have a romp with him. If I weren't so madly in love with you, you might have something to worry about."

"Good thing then you're in love with me."

"You should have your way with him after the dance."

"Actually, I think you should spread your legs for him."

Her eyes go wide. "Are you serious?"

"A mancute boy is throwing himself at you, and you fancy him. Why shouldn't you indulge yourself?"

"And this wouldn't bother you?"

"It's not like I haven't enjoyed my share of menwomen in my time. And how are you supposed explore your sexuality if I keep you all for myself. And if he's a good dancer..."

She studies the young man, who is across the street chatting with others. "I don't know. I'm having fun, but to actually sleep with him? I don't think I have the nerve."

"It's up to you."

"Why not?"

"You'd have me spread my legs for that boy like some common tart?"

"I think your inner nun is coming out. Do you still keep your virtues under lock and key like your aunt wants of you?"

"Certainly not, but he's a stranger."

"That didn't bother you while you were letting him work his charms on you. It's only fair that you let the boy have what he wants after leading him on all night."

"Well, if you don't, I might take him for myself. After you've gotten him so enticed, it seems the least I can do."

"And it really wouldn't bother you if I did?"

"It would bother me if you didn't. Consider this an ordera dare. Prove you're not that stuffy old nun anymore."

She studies the man across the street, where he's chatting and laughing with others. "I don't know..."

The minstrels start up again, and people return to dancing in the street. Soon enough she's once again in the young lad's arms, and while others prance, they move together sensually. He whispers his words again.

You lose sight of them. After the minstrels pack it in a while later, you search around the dispersing crowd.

And there they are. Down one of the dark city streets, on the lip of a large fountain, two figures joined together.

Euna is sitting astride the young man, gyrating about to her own rhythm. Her hands rest on his bare belly, and her head is thrown back as though this moment is hers to savor all for herself. The fact that there's a man beneath her having his own fun groping her bared breasts means nothing to her, nor do the crowd of passers by who stop to leer. She might as well be alone. When she moans out, it's without shame, and when he fills her, she folds over and cradles his head to her breasts until she decides it's time to uncouple.

While the young lad scampers to don his clothes while Euna lies back on the fountains lip and savors her post orgasmic repose. He departs with a quick word and a peck on her cheek. She hardly raises a hand to acknowledge his leaving.

Euna is on her back with her clothes bunched about her waist. The young lad is rutting her. His suave demeanor has slipped, and he ruts her with dispassonate urgency. She allows him to suckle her breasts when he wants, and reciprocating his kisses, even when he's crudely jamming his tongue down her throat. People glance on their way by, but the man doesn't care.

He clutches tight when he fires into her, and afterward he remains slumped upon her until catching his breath, whereupon he hurredly dresses and runs off as though he has somewhere to be. His kiss and goodbye seem like an afterthought. She's left lying on the fountain's lip, ruffled, breathless, and exposed.

You approach.

"You've found me," she says, "with a stranger's leavings dripping from me."

"How was it?" you ask.

"I've just had sex with a man for the very first time,I've just had sex with an utter stranger, solely because he was a good dancer. And I did it in public no less. Now I doubt I'll never see him again." She sighs, and for a moment she seems forlorn. "I suppose I truly have lost all my virtues."

You kneel and place a hand on her shoulder.You sit on your feet beside her and give her a tight hug. "Don't worry, Your Highness. You still have plenty of virtues left to lose."

She chuckles wryly. "And I'm sure you won't rest until I've lost every last one, will you?"

"That's right. They're mine to give away, aren't they?"

"Yes, my corrupting mastermistress. They are yours to tear apart piece by piece until they are worthless scraps."

"That's my girl.Good, because I'm going to ruin them all. Now let's go home."

"If that's your wish."

"Might as well be. They have served me no purpose. Let us cast them to the wind together. Now help me up. I'm sobering, and I wish to go home."

Return to camp.

"A performance?" Her eyes go wide. "But what would we even do? We don't have an act. We don't have any tools or instruments."

"I could tell a few ribald stories," you say.

She looks around. "I think this crowd is more interested in music and dancing."

"Hmm. You may be 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."

"Hmm. I have a few burlesque dances that I'm sure would draw some eyes."

Euna regards you. "Oh, you'd do one of your strip teases while I stand idly by?"

"You could dance too. I'll show you how."

"Cute. But no. Besides, I think this crowd is more interested in dancing to music than watching others."

"A performance? For them?"

"Why not? You have an instrument."

Euna pulls the lyre 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.

"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."

Euna laughs. "You're always embarrassing yourself, but you're quite good at it."

"It's what I do, your Highness."

"It will set the mood perfectly for my dance."

"Your dance?"

"You've seen me dance before."

"Those were not refined dances. They were little more than stripteases to titulate the men in my father's court."

"They were artistic," you reply. "And they were slow, and sensual, like your music." And then. "And I never stripped ...in court ...not entirely anyway."

"If you say so." She chews her lip. "So how does this work?"

"Come. I'll show you." You lead her to a secluded alley where you help her work out several songs with different rhythms 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. She plays, and you dance. Festival goers linger. Your dance is a ballet of waves. The turbulences starts in your legs. It undulates through your belly, and crests through your chest and arms. You explore yourself as though celebrating your own body. The men watch with interest, and the women with admiration.

Euna's music transitions the mood of your dances from sensual to excited, and back again, as though telling story, with it's rhythm, rise, climax, and release. After years back home of watching your acts with a sneer, she seems finally to have noticed the skill of your craft—the flexibility of your limbs, the tone of your acrobatic muscles, the grace of your lithe body. Even when others begin their own dances to her music, it's you she watches.

The sky darkens. The crowd thins. Sweaty and breathless, you bid everyone goodnight.

Euna is giddy. "That was delightful!"

"I couldn't have done it without my fellow performer." You bow from your waist so low your hair brushes the cobble.

She blushes. "Thank you, but you were the star. I never realized how talented you are back home. I only saw that scandalous chest wrapleotard."

You gasp in shock. "That wrapleotard was for acrobatics. Was I to perform such dances in street clothes."

"They certainly do call for a wide range of motion," she says. "Such novel ways to put your legs above your head for your captive audience."

"T'is my art, Your Highness."

Euna's smile lingers as her eyes hold yours. Without warning, she leans and plants a quick kiss upon your lips.

That wasn't enough for either of you, and you pull her in. Soon you're both lost in passion—tongues and 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. Hers 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.

"Our Lord Father Nimel frowns on all intimacy that is not meant to produce a child in wedlock," she says, "but such comforting has a way of happening anyway. Often at night, some sisters might creep the halls like mice while the cat is asleep."

"Is Reverend Mother Margosha the cat?"

"She's caught sisters from time to time. Usually, she'd flog both and then send one off to another convent."

"And what would she do if she saw you here now?"

"Oh! She'd flay me alive. Especially if she saw me with you."

"You mean she doesn't like me? Is that why she was always calling me a shameless slut?"

Euna nuzzles. "That may be."

She lifts and looks at you. "You can? I thought men... or, well... women like you, needed long rest between intercourse."

"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."

"Again? Wouldn't you rather just cuddle like this."

"I love to cuddle." You pull her on top of you. Your legs tangle with hers. Your thigh presses against her sex, just as hers finds yours. "We can cuddle all night, just like this," you say. You gently rub. So slow as to be involuntary, her groin rubs back. Her smooth sex glides against your thigh.the brush of fur between her legs scrubs your thigh. Wetness paints your skin. Her face remains nestled in the crook of her neck, and her tickling breath grows irregular. This goes on, slowly building. You try to move slightly, only for her arms to clamp tighter. Her own thigh presses against your sex.

"Just like this," she whispers. "Please."

It continues exactly like this, as though she has found perfect spot. Any change will break this growing bubble. It's both awkward—amateurish in how she explores this sex with utter naivety—but also endearing for the same reason.

The tighter your mutual hug, the stronger her shudders becomes until finally the whimpers return. The grinding picks up, and though she's content to stick with what works for her, you make one simple change: you sneak your hand down her back, over her buttocks, just to simply brush your fingers along her slit.

That sets her off. Euna wails into your shoulder and grinds with fervor. In you, your own bubble pops, and in your ecstasy, you two can't clutch each other hard enough. But the end comes eventually, and you two find yourselves just as you were, thighs to sex, both breathless and exhausted.

"That," she whispers, "was certainly worth it."

Go to sleep.

"I may? Then in that case... How did you hide it from me all this time? Your scandalous performances. Your revealing outfits. Your countless dalliances."

"When I would perform, what is the first thing you, as a proper Nimic lady, would do?"

"I'd avert my eyes."

"Exactly. Same with your aunt, that's if she'd show up to the court banquets at all."

"But still, a secret like this..."

"...Is not as much of a secret as you'd think. Most people in the court knew. Some knew intimately. The only people who'd really care were you and your aunt, and it's not like anyone would ever tell you."

"So you never hid it?"

"Oh, I did. In Ruthgar, women like me learn how to be discreet in the ways we dress and the company we keep, but really as long as we avoided certain places, such anywhere Nim's hand looks upon, we were fine."

"How did you come to be?" she asks. "I mean, you weren't born this way, were you? Is that rude to ask?"

"That is a long tale which I will save for another time."

"Of course." She settles back down against you.

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."

"You mean this?" Her hand strays to lightly touch your cock. "I wouldn't say little, but I understand what you mean." She hesitates. "I suppose I figured it didn't make a difference. You are what you've always been, and when I saw the worry in your eyes, I realized how much you must have been dreading how I'd react because of my upbringing. I was taught to see people like you as an abomination, but you're not. You're a harlot and a pervert, but you're just as much of a human being as I am."

"I'm not sure you would have felt this way when I first washed up on this land."

"No, I wouldn't have, but since I've arrived here, I've realized how sheltered I've become from the way the world really is. I've decided it makes no difference to me what you are." She snuggles closer against you. "I do still have a hundred questions, but I'll restrain myself."

"I think so," she says. "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."

Her cheeks are pink. "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 peeks 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.

At camp, Euna bids you to go freshen up at the river. You do so, washing sweat from your body and rinsing your hair. You know very well that she's making preparations of her own, and sure enough, when you return, Euna is reclined upon the alcove bedding, staring at you with contented eyes. She's waiting for you.

You sit beside her and pull her close. With lips locked, your hands explore along the milk skin of her breasts, down the curve of her thighs, and finally finding the laces of her bodice.silk cord of her gown.

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.

She regards you as you loosen it and pull it off. For her gown, she lifts her butt off the ground so you can slide it off and overhead.

She's left nude and trembling. Her smooth pussy has flowered open.Her pussy is nestled within a mane of blond hair. The lips glisten. Her breasts appear next, perfect unblemished orbs. A ring of bumps circle her areolas.

It's your turn now. You peel off your clothes, tunic first, and then shuffle about to tug off your leggings.

At camp, you both freshen up by the river. Euna watches you closely as you wipe the sweat from your brow and the nape of your neck. On the walk to the cave, her hand finds yours, and once there, she holds that hand tight as she heads to the alcove.

She pulls you down upon her, and you tug down her chemise, revealing her body little by little.untie the cord of her gown, allowing the silk to slip away Your lips trace the curve of her collar bone. the milk skin of her breasts, the ring of bumps circling her areolas. Her nipples grow stiff to your tongue. Her sides, her arms, her neck, her lips. All are perfect in their own way, and teasing each brings about shudders.

She rolls over onto you, and takes her own chance to get familiar with your body. With her gentle pulls, your tunic peels off. Her lips are upon your tender breasts. Then she tugs at your tights.

Your hardening cock springs free. She stares at it curiously. It's hard to tell what she's thinking. She looks at you, sees your eyes, and the way you're chewing your lip. It's as though she sees all your thoughts, and her posture relaxes. Tentatively, she scoots closer. Her hand cautiously reaches out. "May I?" she asks.

You nod.

She takes your cock in her hand and plays with it curiously. It hardens to her touch, which encourages her. She hefts its weight and traces her fingers along your crown. All the while, you wait, letting her grow familiar this member.

Apprehensive as she is, it seems she's decided it suits her, for she lies back with her legs wide and allows you to climb over her. She hisses inwardly as you enter. Your rhythm is 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 chestbreasts.

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."

Exposed to each other, you explore. In time, your fingers creep down her belly and sliver between wet lips. She jolts and clutches you close as those fingers perform their own exploration. Noises escape her. First small whimpers but finally comes one long moan. It's almost lamenting.

Your mutual passion simmers down for a while after that as you both simply hold each other.

She breaks the silence. "My, that was certainly something."

"Just something?"

She snuggles you closer. "It certainly wasn't nothing, was it?"

"No, No. There have been many young men who've captured my eye. I've dreamed of what man I might marry. Not Grand Duke Vasilyevich, but some man. I'd fancy him, and he'd be a gentleman. We would love each other, and I long to feel his love in our bed so that I could bear him many heirs." She pauses. "What about you?"

"Oh, I love the pounding of a good hard cock," you reply.

She shakes her head. "Must you always be so crude?"

"I must, Your Highness."

"I suppose you wouldn't be you if you were a dignified lady."

"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."

"You'd be surprised," she says. "The convent was full of women, most young. Many aren't there by choice. Many need comfort, so things happen."

"...Things with you?"

"Me? I was a good little nun." Eyes closed, she sighs and smiles. "But even a good little nun might have a story or two."

"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.

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 to rest.

"Heavens, this night was amazing," she says. "And to think I spent so long avoiding such lurid behavior." She kisses you quickly and 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 come 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 of the others beside him. Both watch as Euna cleans herself. You realize from the way she's sitting, they can probably see up her shortened petticoat.under her silk gown

"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."

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 seems 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 might be right. I have lost my mind."

"Your sister wouldn't think so. 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."

"Another night. 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.

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."

You kneel before her. Rivulets of your cum are trickling down her thigh. Her slit is a creamed mess, both slippery and sticky. 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. "Good. I think that should suffice. Now we can go."

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 growing cock and lift her leg against your body.

"Do it," she breathes.

With that, you thrust into her dripping snatch.

"Yes," she cries. "Fuck me. Oh, heavens. Oh Lord." 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.

"I know." You yank her bodice down.

"Do it," she breathes.

With that, you shove her up against the wall. mauling her breasts and tasting her nipples. You work lower down and yank her skirt to her ankles.bunch her gown by her hip Her snatch is dripping wet.

She cries out the moment your tongue touches her clit. "Ohh. Lord, yes." Her leg hitches over your shoulder. Her body trembles. "Eat me," she moans.

A pair of men passing in the street linger to watch. They call out to Euna. In response, she pulls her bodice off overhead.slips a shoulder of her gown overhead. Her entire gown is left draping from the waist cord by her hip. Her breasts hang free, wobbling in time with your thrusts.Breasts bared, her chest heaves with her every breath. She squeezes one tit 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.

An audience has gathered, but she's past caring. You feel her body convulsing around you, and her screams ring out. You grab both cheeks of her ass and lock her onto your mouth until every last shriek has escaped her lips.

She's nearly limp by the time you sit back.

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?"

You lean in and kiss Euna. While doing so, your hand slides down the front of her bodicesilk gown. 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.

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.

You dive back into her gown to free the other breast. Eunat notices the others watch. After hesitating, she shrugs the shoulder strips of her gown off 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.and under the waist cord or her gown. Your hand barely brushes the lips of her pussy when someone yells.Her hand slides down your leggings, but it barely brushes the lips of your 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 away and hastily corrects her bodicegown as the old woman storms over.

Euna stares at the men mischievously. "Why not?" She spreads her legs and waggles them about. Another man glances over. They watch and grin, murmuring to each other. Euna 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."

The old woman marches right up. "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."

The old woman imarches right up. "Have you no shame, you... you harlots?"

"We're sorry." Euna looks away.

"Where do you get off spreading your filth and temptation to others? You whores will stay away from my family."

"Eloise..." One of the women tries 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 tempting us with herthese filthy whores start tempting us with their devilish ways."

Euna wilts. Her down-turned face is burning red.

You stand. "We meant no disrespect and will be on our way, but you will watch what you say before my Lady."

"Your Lady?" she says. "More like your mistress. You two will burn for your sins."

You stand. "Whores and sinners we may be, but I'm glad to be that than a shriveled venomous hag. Let's go, Euna."

The woman scoffs. "You gloat in your vile ways. You two will burn for your sins."

"Aunti Eloise." The girl says. "Come inside, please. Leave them be." She, and a man who looks to be her brother guide the old woman away. Eloise continues ranting into the house.

Euna's shoulders are tucked in. She's holding herself. You put your arm around her, and 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 lot. Painfully out of touch. They think if anything is fun, it's probably evil."

"I... I know of religions like that."

"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. "Whenever these things happen to me, 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 brought it up with 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 who judges others over harmless antics. Years from now, my nieces and nephews would have been apologizing on my behalf. She grew up in a convent, you see?" She turns to you. "Admit it. I was impossible to be around. Wasn't I?"

"Some of us may have learned to stay out of your way."

"That convent would have turned me into a bitter old crone, but I'm not going to be that 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 enjoy life."

"You're welcome. You've become a wonderful person to be around."

"I want more," she says. "You've seen and done so much, and I have so much catching up to do. Guide me. Help me make stories of my own."

"Stories like the ones I tell you? Those are some sultry stories."

"Good. I want to live like that." She looked down at herself. "The first thing I'll do is stop dressing so conservatively. I'm so hot in this." 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. 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 practically spilling out of its low-cut neckline. The bodice also laces up the front. Between the crisscrossing, 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.

"Good. 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." She adjusts the silk flaps of her gown along her waistcord so that instead of curtaining around her legs like a dress, it's bunched up as two strips: one hiding her groin, the other hiding her ass. Her hips are fully bared.

"There," she says. "Maybe in this weather, this is how this gown is supposed to be worn. How do I look?" She swirls. The strips part away, giving a brief glimps between her legs.

"You look beautiful," you say.

"I was already beautiful."

"Well, now you look sexy too."

"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 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."

"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..."

She eyes you. "I'm not a prostitute like you. Frankly, this seems like something you should be doing."

"If you don't want to do this, I'd be happy to."

"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.submissive little pet while I dally with a 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 and departs.

When you catch up, she's collecting the cum on her tits 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 men."

"Good thing indeed."

She bobs her head on his cock a long while, but she doesn't really do much else. The man seems to be getting impatient with her, but eventually he does start to cum.

Euna backs off and aims his cock at the thimble. Most of his semen spills over her hands. Much drips on the ground, but one good spurt fills it up.

The man grunts and leaves.

When you catch up, she's wiping off her hands.

"That looked awkward," you say.

"It was," she said. "He didn't seem very pleased either."

"Maybe it had something to do with how you stopped right as he came and had him spurt into a tiny cup."

"Maybe, but he wasn't very pleased before that too. I could tell." She waves it off. "No matter. We have our sample."

Cum Sample added to inventory

You descend on her, groping her boob and cramming three fingers into her slit. Euna grinds against you and gives pitiful tired moans. Her hand absently latches onto your pantsleggings in a feeble attempt to bring out your cockpull you onto her face.

Except it fails. She's stopped grinding. Her eyes are closed, and her hand is limp. Euna is falling asleep.

A crowd goes walking by. They give you askew glances. Some linger, clearly concerned.

Euna flops over and rolls onto her back. Half-conscious, she scoops one of her tits out of her bodicegown and squeezes it sensually. "You, sir, are a villaindear lady, are a villainess, but I am drunk and helpless." Her legs spread provacatively. "Have your way with me."

"Hmm, you villain." Her face scrunches. Her eyes are still closed. "Said you'd watch over me. And here you are, taking advantage me." She dangles a silencing finger. "I will let you do horrible things to me... once I'm sober." And the hand drops.

Her eyes are closed, and she's clearly half asleep.

Get her up and walking.

Have your way with her.

"Come along now. Get up," you say.

The amount of effort and whining it takes simply to get Euna to stand makes it clear that you two are not hiking through the woods in the dark. You carry her boots and help her through the streets.

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.

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.

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

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..."

"Please? My father says you're the champion at the council's feasts. What 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 rasp against the apple's flesh. Her juices spread. 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 braces the platform rim.

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 disappears, 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?"

"Oh fine." Miray turns to her friend. "But you see? She's got a cavern between her legs."

His eyes are 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. Apples pop out, which she waves at the two.

"No thanks!" The two dart 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."

"Oh, and we do have a wonderful selection of apples again today," Shirina nods toward a basket of neatly stacked shiny red apples. She looks at you two meaningfully. "Take a few. I insist."

"Of course." Euna turns to you. "Gather a few apples for us."

"I think we will," you say.

You gather a handful of apples in your tunictunic, and Euna selects her own foods. The two of you find a nearby spot on the marble platform to eat your food together.

Eat your food and move along.

"Have an apple.""Care for an apple?"

You hold up one of the apples.

While chewing, Euna tugs her skirt up.slips her gown aside. and spreads her legs. She grinds the apple against her slit to spread her arousal over it enough to press it into herself. Her lips swallow it whole. Now she's upright and eating as though nothing were amiss.

Finish eating.

"Have another.""Would you like another?"

You hold up a second apple.

She takes it, leans back, and presses it into herself with a little more difficulty, but she's back to eating. Nothing unusual.

Finish eating.

"And another.""And another?"

She takes it with a nod. When she reclines back to expose herself, her quim glistens with arousal now. Wetting the apple is easy, but pressing it in takes force. She barely gets her glistening smoothdamp furry lips to close around it. Upright, she resumes eating, only now she's pressing her bare sexmuff against the marble bench, grinding slowly. Her shallow breaths betray her calm exterior.

Finish eating.

"Now have one more.""How about one last one?"

"I think I'm full," she says.

"It's our last one. Surely you can make room."

"We'll see."

"It's the last one. Make room."

"If you insist."

Carefully, she leans back and presses a hand to herself to keep the other apples from sliding out. Taking yours, she grinds it around her dripping gash, and then presses. With ample force, she's able to get it half way, but no farther. Tenderly, Euna sits straight again so that she's sitting on the apple. She winces. Her full weight is pusing all four apples into herself. Her lips don't quite close around the last apple.

"There," she says. "Now I can't possibly have another."

You both finish eating. Euna catches the half-engulfed apple as she gets up. Once she stands, a second slides out.

Shirina nods as Euna approaches. "Did you enjoy the apples today?"

"They were quite good," Euna replies.

"How many did you eat?"

"Three and a half."

"You must have been hungry," Shirina says with a grin.

"What can I say?" Euna replies. "I have quite an appetite these days."

As you two head off, Euna bites into the apple which was half submerged. She's walking stiffly, and two apples are still missing.

"Storing some apples for later, are you?" you ask.

"I'm sure I'll slip them out shortly, when no one is looking. They're starting to make me cramp. Just... not yet."

Euna snaps her legs together.

Shirina steps down from her perch and tiptoes by the food platters to where you two are. "Why? 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 hisher little desire."

"HeShe asked 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 himher to call an audience like that."

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. I'm always glad to find another who understands."

Euna is still clutching the hem of her skirt downthe silk of her gown 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?"

"Maybe. Can you?"

"Easily." Taking your apple, you tug your leggings down your thighs, rise up, and press the apple to your snatch. It takes some work. You weren't warmed up, but eventually the apple slides inside you, and you're able to sit down. "See?"

"Impressive," she says flatly.

"You squeeze the apple out of you and hold it up for her. "Now it's your turn."

"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?"

First, Euna hesitates, turning the apple over in her hands, but then she pulls the back of her skirtaside the back of her gown so her bare ass is on the platform. Turning so that only you have a view between her legs, 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."

"I suppose we could do that too,""Yes. That makes more sense," Euna says. "Together, we shall make short work of those dishes."

"Oh, thank you so much," Shirina replies.

But it's not exactly short work. Plates after plates come. They pile high. You and Euna are scrubbing dishes in a tub of suds for hours.

"Maybe the apples weren't such a bad idea," you say.

"This is honest work," she replies. "It does us both good."

Eventually, you work through the entire pile. The children cart them off, and with wrinkled fingers and tired arms, you both enjoy a meal.

"Cleaning might take a while," Shirina says. "It's best not to leave them in for too long. She'll tighten back up."

"She'll be fine," you reply. "Isn't that right, Euna?"

Euna nods meekly. "I will hold them as long as you order me to."

"Nonetheless, I wil do it," Euna reply. "I can handle this sort of challenge."

"I think I can hold them a while longer," Euna says.

Shirina shrugs. "If you wish."

The cleaning takes much longer than expected. Plates keep coming. They pile high, and of the dozen people who pushed an apple into Euna, only a few are really working. You and Euna both enjoy a meal of your own. All the while, Euna caresses her bloated belly affectionately. She hardly even grimaces.Over time, her breath becomes labored. She clutches her belly and squirms.

Once the last dish is carried off, everyone gathers for the closing show.

"It's time to get them out." Shirina squeezes her hand into Euna's gash and feels about. Euna jolts in pain, and Shirina frowns. "You've closed up too tight. I can't reach in there. Can you push them out?"

"I'll try."

She bears down. With some grunting and one long groan, her pussy swells and belches out a single apple. It rolls across the platform. One man snatches it and bites into it. She has eleven more apples to birth, and eleven people waiting to reclaim them.

Despite the struggle, Euna industriously gives birth to eleven more apples with only a slight dotting of sweat upon her forehead

Each following apple is that much harder. She's sweating and red in the face by the end, but eventually, everyone is served, and Euna looks ready to pass out from exhaustion.

"More?" Shirina looks at you quizzically.

Euna spreads her legs, and spreads her wet sex with her hands. "More."

"Yes. She'll take more," you say.

Shirina looks to Euna, who spreads her legs obediently.

"As you wish." Shirina beckons the mob to continue.

More apples go into Euna. For each one, man or woman, they drive the apple deep into Euna's gash. They have to put their shoulder into it to force it into her crowded womb, and Euna grunts with each one, but another dozen go in. For the third dozen, men spend minutes pushing and shoving to cram the apple in with all the others. Euna's belly is a bloated and lumpy. She clutches Shirina's hand.

On the other hand, cleaning moves at a fast clip. Two more wash buckets come out, and though more dishes arrive for cleaning, the crowd quickly deals with them.

It's hardly no time at all before Shirina proudly announces, "All done!" just as a burly armed man has been struggling to grind one final apple into Euna, despite her squirming. Six dozen in total. Her corpulent, lumpy belly is so engorged, she's not even able to sit up.Three dozen in total. She's looks a full nine months pregnant.

Shirina empties Euna out herself, bringing out apple after apple and passing them out to all the hard workers.

"I'm so glad you could help." Shirina says.

Euna gives her a warmtired smile. She takes a while to recooperate, but soon she's dressed and ready to go.

As you two gather food, a crowd approaches from the festival carrying trays of food scraps and steins of dregs. They drop their burdens unceremoniously near to the cooking stations. It's a quick mess, but they're already departing.

A few linger. "Are we cleaning dishes for you today?" one man asks.

"I can't," Shirina replies.

The crowd groans. They begin dispersing, but Shirina gestures them to stay. "Hold on, hold on." She signals you two to come close. "Euna, it's good that you're here. Could you help me with something?"

"What is it?" Euna asks.

"The crowd is bringing back trays from the afternoon festival, but it's an enormous mess for the children. Sometimes I can entice these people to clean the trays themselves, but I can't because I'm pregnant still, but you're not."

Euna's eyes narrow. "What does pregnancy have to do with it?"

"I let each person press one apple inside of me if they help until the end."

"Oh my. And you want me to take your place?" Euna looks over the crowd. Enticed, she bites her lip. "I might be able to help.""That's a lot of people. I don't think I possibly could."

"She'll do it.""It's for the children, Euna."

"How about we help clean instead?"

"They're good for this sport," Shirina replies. "No mess. A good size. I started with apples, but that's really 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 find me. 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.the flap of her gown aside. When she rises up, the apple pops out on its own. She snatches it and snaps her legs shut.

"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 you 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.gown aside. When she lifts, the platform surface no longer holds the apple in her snatch, and it pops out.

"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.

Shirina presses the apple against Euna's loosened slit. It takes some working, but Euna swallows it back up.

"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 shudders. 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 breath is shallow.

"Want to feel what an accepting flower feels like?"

Euna nods, so Shirina lets the apple slip from her. It glistens with Euna's juices. She pulls her robe'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.

"Impressive," Euna says.

"Keep working on yourself," 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 and bring out the apple, now glistening with her juices.

Euna turns narrowed eyes upon you. "You knavetramp. 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 nicely."

"She did. It looks 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 gentlemanlady you can be 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 tastes of female essence.

"It's certainly not the sort of thing you'd see back home," Euna mutters to you, "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 slick apple 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.

"For the children, of course," Euna says. "I will happily make this sacrifice."

"I... Very well," Euna says. "I suppose it's not like I haven't done something like this before."

"Oh, thank you!" Shirina addresses everyone else. "Euna will take my place for the apple stuffing. Euna, why don't you undress?"

Euna shrugs off her clothes. After the crowd get a good look at her, their disappointment evaporates. Several clamber for the apple baskets—three in total, each holding several dozen. Apples get passed around.

"Are they... going to put the apples inside me themselves?" Euna asks.

"Of course. That's half the fun."

"I see..."

Shirina scoots and pats beside her on her high platform. "Come. I'll get you ready."

Warily, Euna climbs up. Shirina guides her to lie back, and using her own bottle of Agnodine, she slides fingers into Euna's sex to dilate her cervix.

"I thought you told me I should give my womb time to heal," Euna says.

"Oh, what's a few apples?" Shirina replies. "I do this all the time. When I'm not pregnant, that is."

Once she's up to her elbow into Euna, she faces the crowd. "Anyone who fits an apple into her agrees to stay and help until all dishes are done. The faster you work, the faster you can return to the festival. Who's first?"

One grinning man steps up. He leers at her lax pussy. Euna spreads her legs, and he presses his fist into her, apple in hand. Elbow deep, he ruts around. Euna gasps inwardly, and the man withdraws empty-handed.

"Now be a good lad and fill the tub," Shirina tells him.

Men and women sink apples into Euna. After each, Shirina gives them a task and soon a dozen people work around a wooden wash tub. They're industriously working through the wooden plates. Euna is groaning and clutching her swollen belly.

"That should be enough," Shirina says. "Thank you, Euna. You can push them out now."

"Euna should keep them in until the last dish is clean."

"Nonsense. Euna can fit many more apples. It'll make cleaning go faster."

As you eat, Euna watches you curiously. "Did you actually get those apples for eating?"

"That's what they're for," you say.

"I don't think that's why Shirina wanted us to have them, but very well."

Afterward, you and Euna get up to depart. She slides the apple out of herself.

"An entertaining lunch," she says. "Come along.""Shall we keep moving?"

Afterward, you and Euna get up to depart. She slides the apples out of herself.

"I'll enjoy these later," she says. "Come along.""Shall we keep moving?"

Afterward, Euna rises, and the apples practically fall from her. They drip with her arousal.

"I did enjoy these apples after all," she says. "Come along.""Shall we keep moving?"

The girl finishes and leaves the bowl of berries for you two. Meanwhile, Shirina is now free from her conversation.

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

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."

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

Periodically, nuns in white habits arrive carrying crates that they give to the children cooking. Inside are raw ingredients. The little chefs occasionally finish food and carry it out to the display. Shirina helps them set up.

Then two rowdy drunks come over from the festival. They help themselves to more wine from casks along the edge, spilling much and giggling about.

Next comes food. After circling the banquet platform like vultures, they pillage. One man picks what he wants from a greasy stack of ribs and tosses the others over his shoulder. Another jabs his hand into a bowl of figs, 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?"

One man hands a stuffed meat roll pastry to her. She dangles the roll above him as though toying with a cat. He bites and tears off a chunk. She smiles patiently as he eats.

The next man presents her with a bowl of dumplings. As she takes it, he hooks the front 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." She shrugs the shoulders of her robe off, so the top half crumbles about her waist, and she wedges a dumpling into her cleavage.

The man buries his face between her boobs and eats heartily while she cradles his head as though breastfeeding. When he finishes, she wedges in another for him. Rivulets of grease run down her belly and soak into her gold sash.

Meanwhile, the other man has finished the meat roll and is licking grease from her fingers, her hand, and then moving down her forearm. Passing her armpits, he too comes to her cleavage. While the other man eats his dumpling, he busies suckles 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 smiles through all of this.

The men have had their fill. They reclaim their wine goblets and amble back toward the festival without so much as thanking her.

One of the young chefs approaches with a rag, and Shirina wipes the grease off her chest. After sliding her robe back in place, she corrects the food displays the men ruined.

"My Lord, that was awful." Euna strides to Shirina. "Are you okay?"

"Me? Oh yes, I'm fine."

"How can they get away with that behavior?"

Shirina flaps a hand. "They weren't that bad. 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 whispers.

"Yes," you reply. "You wouldn't see that back home."

She nods. "Such lewdness must be common 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.

Euna eyes Shirina's leaking tits. "Oh very well. A little I suppose."

Shirina hoists her tit over Euna's cup. 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.

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."

"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... 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 and groans.

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 bodicegown.

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."

"You want me to milk you?" Euna asks. "Why not her?" She points to you.

"Because I want you to do it."

"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."

Milk Sample added to inventory

"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." Shirina's diverts her attention to nurse herself into the next man's 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."

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 only if you're up for it. 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. 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."

"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. While perusing, one finds a bowl of rolls. He juggles them poorly. They scatter about the floor. The other laughs, and so the first chucks a roll at him. The other retaliates with an apple. It misses and crashes into a 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.

"Please respect the food the children made for you," Euna calls.

"Sorry." They collect food responsibly, but a snicker here, and a challenge there, and soon they're sword fighting with bread loafs.

"Enough," Euna says. "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. Euna climbs down 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 strips, lies back, and upends the pudding cups upon herself—one beneath her breasts, the other beneath her naval. "Enjoy yourselves."

The men dig in. One smears custard over her tits with each spoonful. The other scrapes food along her mound. Pudding cakes into her pubic hair. The dessert spreads along her torso, but Euna indulges them.

Soon, all that remains is the mess, but they're not done. One man licks 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 messcleans her smooth mound, coming closer toward her slit. To finish, he clamps his mouth over her snatch. Euna is shuddering, maybe because of him, Or maybe because of the other man whose lips are fastened about her nipple. Euna arches her back, but just as she nears 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." They fill 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, leaving Euna breathless.

"Enjoyed the show?" she asks you.

"Seems you did too?"

"This was for the children. If I were in charge of this wanton town, I wouldn't give the folk exactly what they want when they misbehave, I'd put them in the stockades until they learned proper respect and gratitude, then I'd let them eat custard off my belly. And when they did, they wouldn't dare finish too soon like that again."

"It is a town of entitlement."

"Decidedly so. The children act like adults, and the adults act like children."

"Not quite," she says. "Those boys didn't care one bit about me."

"It was for the children."

"Oh I'm not complaining. Surrendering my body for molestation is a small price to pay for them. I'd do this all my life."

When Shirina returns, Euna is still sprawled out nude. "Seems you did just fine. Thank you."

"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.

You cut a few slices off the end. The taste of her essence is subtle compared to the heavy spices of the meat.

Shirina looks to Euna. "And 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."

Euna eyes the sausage. A black pubic hair clings to its end. "I'll pass, thank you."

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 cuts a few slivers off the end. 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.

"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 asks.

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

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 muttering amongst themselves, they walk up to the wall behind some casks and lower their breeches. It's clear they're about to urinate.

"Excuse me," Euna gets their attention. "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 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. "Sure, but you have to drink all of our piss. If you spill even a drop, we'll use the bowls for the rest."

"Fine." 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. 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 skirtgown 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. What's happening here?"

"This kind sister came upon me while I was using this sewer grate. 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, though I don't imagine this is what she had in mind." She frowns. Her belly grumbles. "Hold on."

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 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, but eventually 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 skirtgown 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 gush of brownish urine from her ass. Some splatters her ass and thighs.

"Got distracted?" 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. He floods her mouth with cum. She keeps licking and nuzzling until he's gone soft.

"All right," he says. "Ready?"

"One moment." Euna squats over the grate and pushes out one last torrent of messy waste. A few clumps escape. Then she sits, lies back, and pulls her legs wide and to her chest 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..."

Urine cascades up her belly and spills along her flank. She's quick to lift her bodice to keep it dry. His stream ends, and Euna climbs up to lick the last drop off his dick. Afterward, he walks off without another word.

Euna swipes off 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. I guess there's nothing