"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?"

"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."

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.

"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.

"I'll finish later." Euna puts the book away. "I was only reading until you got up. Your breakfast is by the fire."

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.

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."

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."

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."

"Not at all."

"I've been thinking about the story you told about my mother. She was the beloved jewel of Ruthgar, yet behind closed doors, she would be on her knees performing whatever degrading acts my father ordered of her... It gets me bothered just thinking about it."

"A good kind of bothered?"

She nods.

"And why are you telling me this?"

"Ever since we got stranded here, you've taught me the carnal ways. You've been my master, and I your slave. It's a perversion of our roles, and... and I don't ever want it to stop! I love when you push my boundaries, and take control. It enflames me so. Have I taken leave of my senses?"

"No. It sounds like you're finally discovering what you want."

"And I want to take it further. Sexually, I mean. I want to follow in my mother's ways. Can you... I don't even know what I'm asking."

"Can I dominate you?"

"Yes."

"Can I treat you like a piece of property?"

"Yes!"

"Can I treat you as a sex-slave meant only for my pleasure? To order as I please? To use however I wish? To think nothing of your satisfaction 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?"

She beams. "Good. Please take your time."

You wake up to find Euna has set out a breakfast for you, and she's by the altar performing stretches in the sun. She performs stunts such as pulling one leg behind her back and over her shoulder, or performing a full split and stretching forward to press her belly to the ground, her rump jutting back. It's a teasing sight, especially given her utter lack of clothing.

You head over after eating. "You're coming along."

She lights up. "Aren't I, though? I swear I'm already as good an acrobat. I might even be more limber than you by now."

"Is that so?"

"Watch this." Euna rolls onto her belly. Reaching back, she snags her ankles, and struggling, she's able to fold at her back such that her legs come up like a scorpion's tail and eventually plant to either side of her head. Her back-bend has contorted her body to form a ring. She holds the pose a moment, then releases.

"Impressive, hmm?" She rolls over to look at you.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness," you say, "but I couldn't hear you with my thighs over my ears."

Euna sticks her tongue out. "Show-off."

You release your pose. "You're the one who made it a challenge."

"How are you still so much more flexible than I am? I've been stretching every day, and I'm still taking Lissom Roborant."

"I was in the circus as a child. I was taking Lissom Roborant before my balls dropped. my first bleed. my tits had grown. Give it time."

She grumbles. "I have been, but I feel like I'm not improving anymore. I've been taking twice as much Lissom Roborant as Lanx suggested."

"Twice as much? Why are you so anxious to be more flexible?"

She chews her lip and looks away.

"Ah. This isn't about flexibility," you say. "It's about your pliability."

"I... yes."

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

"I am."

"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."

"Shall I tally off the ways my hygiene has become even more atrocious?"

"Please do."

"Now," Euna rises. "I think I must go bathe."

"What?"

"I really must. I itch, and just look at me. It's all fine when it's just about you and me, but I'm sleeping with other people now. They will care."

"And you think you need to bathe for them?"

"Yes. Shall I recount just how much worse I've become since we last had this conversation?"

"Go ahead. I'd love to hear the ways you're filthy."

She rises. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to bathe."

"What happened to proving you didn't need baths."

"Surely I've demonstrated by now that I'm no longer obsessed with cleanliness. I reek. Thoroughly."

"Now would be the time you'd actually prove it. Keep going."

"I'm not bathing for my benefit, but for yours."

"Mine?" you ask.

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

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

Euna hesitates. "I know I said I wouldn't bring the matter back up, but perhaps I go clean?"

"Are you really that filthy?" you ask.

"I thought I wasn't to bathe anymore," she replies.

"Then by all means."

"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."

"Then it's settled," you reply.

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

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

"You don't want me to bathe?" Euna asks.

"No. I don't care if you're a little messy."

"Well in that case, I certainly will skip my bath. To be honest, I was only doing it for you. Back home, I actually enjoyed going for stretches of time without bathing."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I suppose I love the stench of it. Maybe it's just my dirty mind craving a dirty body. I'll forgo with my bathing from now on, but you will tell me if my reek becomes too much for you, yes?"

"I will."

"Good. Enjoy your breakfast. We should head out soon."

"Very well," she says. "I'll stop bathing. Frankly, I prefer not to these days."It makes no difference to me."We'll see how long I can go this time."

She rises. "I must go bathe."

"You haven't already?" you ask.

"No. I got to preoccupied. Wait here." She heads off. "And behave yourself," she calls over her shoulder.

She rises to go bathe.

When you awake, Euna is already moving about the camp. She's dressed in the same outfit as yesterday: 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.an obscenely revealing velvet sash which is too narrow to be a skirt, and a fishnet top that amply displays her breasts.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. It's the only outfit she has.

You're dressed only in your tunic and breeches,tights, which seems more practical than her formal wear, but it's not as though she's left with any other choice., but at least it's something. She might as well be naked than dressed like a harlot, but you keep this thought to yourself.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."

"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.

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—"

"Good Fool." She gathers her clothes.

"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?" She gathers it up. "I'll wear my makeup as I did back home, with that 'fair maiden' look I always aimed for."

"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.

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

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?"

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.

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.

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 gownfishnet topsilk chemise into the water and soaks it through. At a large flat stone, she washes the garment, 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. Her damp gownfishnetchemise 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 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.

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 reclined on the rock in the river's center. She's sawing three fingers in her gash, but she stops and circles one digit over her clit.

...no, over her piss hole. Gently, she pushes her finger in. Her expression is tight, but she gets to the first knuckles easily. Back out, she wets her fingers in her gash and gets back to it. In this way, she slowly eases her pinky finger all the way into her piss hole.

Once she can tolerate it no more, she sucks her fingers clean and gets to cleaning. You sneak back.

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.

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.

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.

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

"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."

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.

"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 her silk waistcord,with her sash's knot,the lacing on her skirt, 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 gownsashskirt 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 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.

"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."

"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 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.

After you've filled the nun's bowels with cum and climbed off, Euna comforts the girl. "Didn't that feel nice?"

She sniffles and shakes her head.

"Sure it did," Euna assures her. "You like being ravaged, don't you? You needed sex. The fact that it hurt a little just makes it all the better. Didn't you like feeling his hot cock filling you?"

The girl reluctantly nods.

"Now thank the kind man for ravaging your ass."

"Thank you, sirmy lady."

"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.

"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.

"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.

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.

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."

"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.

"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 dressing her. 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 bledhad welts 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 bleedbeg. 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?"

"What? Why?" she asks.

"It's getting in the way of the harness."

After a moment of narrowed eyes, Euna unties her waist cord. Her gown no longer hugs against her body, and instead drapes down from her breasts like a curtain.unknots her velvet sash and lets it fall away.shimmies her skirt down to her ankles. Her bald pussy is exposed.Her furred pussy is exposed. "I will trust you, though I know I shouldn't. If you're just taking advantage ofplaying a prank on me, then shame on you."

"Are you serious. Why?"

"The rope isn't really secure that way."

Euna pulls her gown over her shoulders.peels off her fishnet top.unfastens her bodice and tugs it off overhead. She is left nude.

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.

"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 reties her waist cord.reties her sash about her hips.takes cover behind a crate and dresses.

"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."

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.

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.

She eyes the guards nervously. "It would be an opportunity to practice, wouldn't it?"

After a little flirting, you get the guards to lead you both into the guardhouse built into the gate. Kneeling 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.

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.

Meanwhile, they let you through. A while later, Euna follows.

"How was it?" you ask.

She grins. "Very well. I accept the challenge.""If that is your wish."

Your turn with the guards comes. "Signets."

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.

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.

You at the path leading into the estate of the palace. However the gates are closed, and guards are posted.

Somewhere nearby, maybe a room away, there comes the tittering of women.

"Good boy," she whispers.

Her groin is a wet mess of cum and secretions. Her pussy, besides being a pie of congealed oozing mess, looks angry red from all the traffic it's seen.

Though despite her strange words, this is tender. All the men tonight fucked her like a whore, but you're making love to her.

Somewhere though, maybe a room away, women are giggling.

After you're done enjoying her, it's time for her to dress and clean, as best she can anyway.

Outside Euna blinks and shades her eyes from the late morning sun. "Oh Lord..." In the daylight, you can clearly see her bloodshot eyes and shadows. "II truly did go the entire night."

"Tired?"

"Of course, but I might as well stay up now. I'll just soldier through."

"Good," you say, " because we've got a long day ahead."

Despite everything Euna puts herself through, she's still a stunningly beautiful lady. There isn't a woman in this cove who could compare to her.

That said, she might not be earning as much as possible. This is a cove full of cutthroat scoundrels, and Euna has a lot of competition up and down the dock.

"If that is your wish," Euna says. "But after so much time selling my body for nothing, I don't think anyone will want to pay a good price to fuck me anymore. Everyone knows I'm a cheap slut now."

"Just make what you can, and make sure to give it all to me. A slut doesn't need to concern herself with money."

"Of course," she replies. "I only need to fuck and obey."

"I always do."

Euna walks down the dock to the mouth of an alley. In her beautiful blue silk gown, she's like the queen of the docks.an elegant courtesan.In her fishnet top and short coverup skirt, no one will mistake her for anything but a cheap whore.She adjusts her bodice so her breasts are nearly spilling out, and she poses seductively.

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..."

Shortly, a man comes by. Euna gets his attention and leads him into the alley. You peek around the corner. Euna is bent over with both hands against an alley wall. The man is behind her, holding her hips and roughly fucking her ass. He hardly acknowledges the woman he's violating.

Euna finishes correcting her clothes and walks with you from the alley.

A thin, wiry man comes by pulling along a cart filled with crates. He puts it down to talk to her, and after a discussion, he follows her into the alley. You check in a minute later.

A half dozen men come staggering out of the Siren's Bounty and teeter along the docks. They circle around her. Euna is not intimidated by them. She even bares her breasts and asspussy for them to grope. All part of negotiating. As they talk, some harass her by grabbing for her breasts and asscrotch. She tolerates this. Eventually she leads them back into the alley. You wait a while before peeking.

"Of course." Euna dresses.

Her eyes widen. "What do you mean?"

"You let so many johns walk by without offering yourself. You were being selective, weren't you?"

A hairy man comes by with a stocky build and a thick beard. Euna talks with him. He feels her up, from her chest to between her legs, as though inspecting livestock, and he agrees. After they're in the alley, you peek in.

"Of course," she says. "Here is yourour coin. I enjoyed making his day."

Shortly, Euna catches the attention of a brutish man who seems enamored with her beauty and her shimmering blue gown. He feels the smooth silk between his fingers. Her own hand goes down his breeches and brings out his cock—an impressive specimen. Of course he follows her into the alley. You look in later.

The couple return—the attractive man and his gaudy girl—and from how the girl points Euna out to the man, they were looking for her. Euna hardly has to convince them to join her in the alley.

"Good," you say, "because I'm sure we'll be doing this more. Ready to go?"

"Sure." She dresses herself, and you both depart the alley.

She gets the attention of the first man who passes, a wiry pirate who looks like trouble. He studies Euna with a sneer, but still agrees to join her in the alley. You peek in later.

Two men walk by and linger. Euna hardly has to entice them to follow.

Soon, she's laid out naked on the boardwalk. One man fucks her while the other one shits down her throat. Then they switch. Soon, she's laid out naked on the boardwalk. The men are taking turns working their fists into her loose sex up to their elbows. Soon, she has her hands against the alley wall and her gownsashskirt bunch around her waist. The men take turns rutting her ass from behind. Soon, she's bent over at the waist and braced against the wall while the men work in pairs to ram their first into her gash deep into her womb. Soon, she's backed up against the alley wall with her gownsashskirt bunch around her waist. The men take turns fucking her while she embraces each like a lover. It's a standard trick, except they don't leave afterward. You peek around to see what's taking so long.

They grin. "All right. Sure."

You lead the men back to the alley, and you all stand before Euna.

"I've just rented you to these men for the rest of the day," you say.

"...What?" Euna goes pale.

"Go with them. Be an obedient slut and do whatever they want until sunset. I don't want to hear afterward that they were unhappy. Understood?"

"I... Yes. If that is your wish."

They lead her down the boardwalk steps to the docks. You follow from a distance to see where they take her, which is to a large galley where crewmembers work on repairs. They lead her up the gangplank, and that's the last you see of her for hours.

You pass time by perusing the markets, all while keeping that ship in view. The sun slips behind the mountains. Eventually, men emerge. They escort Euna down the gangplank and leave her. She teeters on unsure feet. You could meet her there, but she's already making her way toward the boardwalk stairs. So you dart up another set and return to the alley before she does. When she finds you, it's as though you never strayed from that alley. Trembling, she wobbles up and hugs you. Her clothes and hair are a mess, and she reeks of sex.

"So what happened?" you asked.

"They fucked me. All of them. There must have been a dozen pirates on that ship. And after the last one finished, the first ones started again. It never ended. And half of them made me to eat their shit right from their asses. And every one of them pushed their fists into my womb, even though the Agnodine wore off long ago. It hurt, but I let them anyway.they didn't care. And every one of them took me anally. My ass was on fire. And when they tired, they decided to see how many of their fists they could fit inside me. They got to six before I couldn't take it anymore. And they were so very rough. Then they got bored, so I started to do things and started making me do things."

"Like what? Tell me."

"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.

She stops a stocky man who comes by carrying several bags. It takes Euna a lot of bargaining to get him to delay his parsel delivery and follow her into the alley. You peek in later.

A tall, muscular man comes by. He does not seem the sort who'd be gentle with women, but Euna catches his attention anyway. He looks her over and grins, and they enter the alley together.

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 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?"

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.

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."

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.

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 drapes aside her gownhikes up her sashshimmies out of her skirt 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.

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.

She smiles at this. Suddenly she retches and curls over.

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.

"Yes, please." She glances back. A scattered crowd has followed you from the market. They're still watching. "I seem to have attracted a following."

But by the time you two have headed back up the stairs, the last of the lingering crowd has broken away, and you two are once again alone.

A drunk man wonders by. Euna catches his attention and leads him into the alley. After a minute, you glance in.

"Yes, of course." She gets up on wobbly legs and puts on her clothes. You two depart from the alley. It's late now, and the dock is emptying.

"Good." Damien tucks the emblem away. "I'll see to it that this gets back to its rightful owner."

"How are we supposed to come and go without it?"

"You may remain in my cove as a guest, not as a member of this cove. You will not cause any trouble, or I will have you thrown in the pts."

"Very well." You rise and bid them farewell.

Outside the tavern, Euna turns to you. "Do you think he would actually take us home?"

"I don't know."

"He gave his word as a gentleman and a lord."

"He's not much of a gentleman," you say, "and what kind of oath does a pirate lord make? He might, though, if we actually brought him that amulet, but they don't think Iwe can do it."

You're in the black marble hallway.

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're in the black marble hallway.

You're in the black marble hallway.

You're in the black marble hallway.

Descend the stairs.

You're in the black marble hallway.

You're in the black marble hallway.

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.

In the corner, a spiral staircase leads up into a castle turret.

Against the side of the rowhouses, an aged whore is sucking a man off by deep-throating his cock.

You step closer. This intersection, like many in the city, has an enormous fountain with an intricate statue in its center which spouts crystal-clear water into a basin large enough to fit many.

A woman sits in the water soaking her hair. When you two approach, she smiles and makes no attempt to cover herself. "Hello!"

"Isn't this water for drinking?" Euna asks.

"Of course." She reclines and floats upon her back. Her nude body is fully displayed. "Help yourself."

"I... no thank you." Euna drags you along. "This city..." she mutters.

Where you currently are, there's a grand fountain at an intersection. A woman is bathing, unconcerned about the people around.

You enjoy your bath with the woman and chat. As time goes by, Euna relaxes. She reclines back and rests her head and neck upon the marble lip. Her upper body is shown to the sky, though whenever townsfolk walk near, Euna is quick to cover herself again.

Eventually, "We should be moving along," Euna says.

"Yes," the woman agrees. "I too should get a move on." She stands abruptly and strides from the fountain. "Farewell you two. Perhaps I'll see you again." She dries her body with a towel, then wraps it about her hair. With that, she walks off down the street naked.

"I guess we know now why she didn't have any clothes around the fountain." You say. "She didn't bring any."

"Fair well then," the woman says. "I hope to see you around. Perhaps we'll bathe together some time."

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.

"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.

"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.

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.

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?"

"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."

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.

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.

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.

There's a commotion going on down an alley. People laugh and jeer.

"It doesn't matter. It'll be rescue."

You laugh. "Trust me, Your Highness. YouWe would rather be stuck on this island than on some of the boats out there. There are raiders, pirates, goblins... a whole lot of people who wouldn't care a copper that you're a princess, unless it meant ransom."

"Fine," you say. "What now then?"

"We'll have to build a pyre that we can light on fire to catch their attention. But that will come later. We need to deal with our necessities in order. We already have fresh water. And now a shelter. The next step is food."

"Wait. Are you reciting all this from a book? Is this something you read about at the convent?"

"It doesn't make the knowledge any less valid."

"Sure, fine. Food then."

"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 return after sunup to find the wagon door open. Euna is sitting up in bed while Lanx and Fira tend to her. She smiles when you enter.

"It's done," she says.

"How do you feel?"

"Tired. A little strange. Different somehow, but not in a bad way."

"You are a little different," Fira says, "but you'll get used to it." She's unwrapping red-stained bandages about Euna's body and wiping the skin clean. It's slowly revealing Euna's nude form.

"At least I look the same." she says.

"Of course you do," Lanx replies. "You were never going to look different." He's inspecting Euna's body wherever Fira takes away bandages. The only hint of anything having happened are faint white lines along Euna's arms and neck, and especially along her belly. Euna studies them. "I'm amazed. I know you two cut into me, but there aren't even stitches."

Lanx scoffs. "Please. Sutures? As though we'd resort to something so primitive. Those scars will have faded by tomorrow. Can you stand?"

With Fira's help, Euna gets to her feet and checks herself over. All good.

Lanx waves it off. "Services render, but if you want to show your gratitude, then put her through someHave some absurd sexual encounters and then tell us about it. I want to know that it's being put to good use."

"She's fine to put her body to extremes?" you ask.

"It'll take a few weeks before everything has fully settled in, but don't let that stop you. Push some boundaries. Euna is now the size-queen King Shahryar always craved. Now get out of here, you two. Fira and I have hardly slept."

Euna doesn't bother dressing for your walk back. She's particularly chatty while investigating herself.

"I just noticed that I no longer have a click in my jaw." She experimentally opens and shuts her mouth. "That's a nice little benefit. Is my mouth opening wider? I can't tell."

Later, "I think they gave me Ambrosia. I feel giddy. That's probably how they healed their surgical cuts. Don't you think?""I don't know what they gave me, but I feel like I'm floating. I was so hungry this morning."

And later, "Do you think I'll have a bigger appetite now that my body is built for stuffing? I think I crave being filled, but maybe that's just what I think I want."

And even later. "I think my breasts are bigger. Here, feel them." She proffers them. They are indeed bigger. "Now they're so large they're actually wider than my rib cage. Do you think this is a side-effect, or a feature they forgot to mention?" She plays with them herself. "I suppose I'll have to live with this now. Fira did mention they should remain more firm now as I age. That's nice. I was never looking foward to their sagging."

And after that, "I think my hips are wider. Do they look wider to you?"

She finishes her self-check, but there is one last thing she does once you're back. She folds backward until her hands plant onto the ground behind her. Walking them closer, she folds backward tighter and tighter. It's a struggle, but she manages to get her head between her legs, and looking up at you, she blows you a raspberry.

After that undignified moment, she dresses, and you're ready to start the day.

You're at the altar.

Euna heads off to bathe, and she's still gone once you've finished your breakfast. You're left wandering 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?"

"What do you think these runes are?"

"This may actually have been a sex toy."

"Let's keep it."

"Let's keep it."

"Let's get rid of it."

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 gownsashskirt.

"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.

Look east, along the mountain range toward the ocean.

Look high into the mountains.

Look west, inland along the mountain range.

Explore the clefts.

"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.

"I found a camp site up there."

"Maybe we should relocate there."

"I found berries. This should be enough for dinner."

"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 silk gownHer fishnet topHer clothing restricts her legs, and her skirt and chemise sleeves constantly snags on thorns. Once through, it still takes her an exorbitantly long time to hike up the trail.

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.

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

Back

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.

• Go to the stables in Cockaigne to collect samples from the 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.

Assuming you have the bottles, go to Lanx and Fira, they'll be preparing an estrus tonic, and will invite Euna to help them make something better. This quest will require Euna to go to the stables in the city to collect animal salts. Once you return those samples, Euna will promote.

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.

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

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 gownfishnet topbodice and makes sure she's decent. Though red in the face, she still has a shy smile.

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.

Take a berry.

Wait until Shirina returns.Finish your food.

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. You hook her gown and slide the silk out of the way, exposing her breasts.Your tongue works around the ropes of her fishnet top, covering both it and the valley of her breasts in slobber.Her bodice is in the way. You hook it with your finger and pull down. Her breasts spring free.

"Excuse me!" She tries to pull away.

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

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.

Dive for it.

Dive for it, but accidentally push the berry deeper so you have to really get in there.

Motion for Zahara to dive for 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.

Motion the woman to get the berry.

Steal it away with your tongue.

Place it in Euna's cleavage.

Bring the berry to Euna's mouth.

Hand it to Euna.

Nudge Euna to take the berry.

Use your lips to take the berry for yourself.

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."

"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.

Investigate the bluff for a cave entrance.Enter the water caverns.

Enter the water caverns.

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."

Go to sleep.

You lift up.

"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.

Pushing her legs up to her chest, you up the pace until you're hammering into her. Flipping Euna over onto her hands and knees, you press back into her ass and begin hammering. Euna's face pinches in pain. She seems about to complain; her hands work against her binds, but a word never quite leaves her lips.She seems about to stop you, but her hand hovers. It redirects to her jiggling breasts and squeezes.

The grotesque sounds of slapping flesh are punctuated by her gasps. She chews her lip, face contorted as though this is a punishment she's enduring, but soon come the first whimpers. They build until suddenly her thrusts against you become irregular. Then she feels your cock throb and fill her with cum, and that sets her off. She's all spasms now, muscles clenching in delightful ways.

Afterward, she curls up close. "Angry with me perhaps?"

"Not angry, no."

"Are you sure? You punished me so, and I'll be sore. Reminds me of the discipline I suffered back at the convent." She snuggles close. "Of course if it were always so enjoyable. I would have been a much naughtier girl."

A sly smile comes over Euna. She rolls onto her side and hugs one leg to her chest. This lines you up perfectly for what you both have in mind.

Four fingers go in. She's dripping wet. However, pushing in your thumb takes force due to the hand already lodged in her ass. You jolt your fist against her pussy. Each time Euna's body rocks. She's wincing in pain. "Don't stop..." she mutters. "Rip me open if you have to."

So you pry both her holes this way and that in order to make room. She cries in pain, but it works. Your fist slips inside her.

"Oh, Lord." Euna looks down at her stretched holes.Euna reaches down and feels your wrists. "That is obscene. Two fists. 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.

"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.

"Sorry," she says.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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.

Without breaking stride, you bring your hand down upon her ass with a loud crack.

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.

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.

Slowly, her lips work lower, playing first upon your dick, but continuing onover your barefurred 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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

"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.

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."

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."

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.

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.

After slathering your fist, you After coating your fist with slime, you After lubing up with your mystery lubricant, 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.

Her anal ring now clenches your wrist.

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.

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. 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 pull away. Sensing your desire, Euna settles back and strokes youryou take full control. Guiding her head back, you pump your own cock right before her face. She 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 does she stop.do you let her move.

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.

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.

"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 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.

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.

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.

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.

It takes force, but you mostly get your four fingers inside. Her lips aren't quite stretching about the base of your knuckles.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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. The taste of her is absolutely rancid. Just the smell nearly makes you gag. Euna has had shit inside her sex, and she hasn't cleaned since.Dried discharge and flakes of dried cum come loose. Their flavor explodes on your tongue.

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.

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

You swallow the load 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 master a slave could ever want."

You ram your middle finger in deep, getting a yelp, and you fuck her piss hole with rapid stabs, no care for her discomfort, until she's spasming and moaningcrying.

Once is all is done, she sucks your fingers clean. "Thank you for abusing me. I'm glad my body provides you entertainment.""Lord that is torture, but it's the most intense kind of climax."

You oil up your cockwooden cock and position yourself over her, but aiming your tip for her urethra. After hesitating, she nods. "Very well. Do it.""As you wish."

It is as hard as ever to force your way through that tiny hole, and from her immediate cries and the way she cringes away, it's every bit as painful for her.

But you don't stop. You tear and stretch and work that little hole until you're pushed through to the base, with half your cock in her bladder, and then you don't stop fucking her until fired off.she's nearly hysterical from the intensity.

All in all, she handles it better than the first time, even if it was still as excrutiating for her. Afterward, she curls up in a ball to recover.

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.

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.

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.

"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."

Afterward, while you're both sweaty and breathless, 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?"

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."

Her stream reduces to a trickle. Rivulets run over her bald slitthrough her pubic bush and up her belly to the valley of her breasts.

"And he makes her spread herself open," you say. "So that he may ravage her to his content.""And sometimes," she says, "this scoundrelshe-devil wants more than just to sully her. He'd force himself 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.

"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.

You kneel and aim your cock.straddle her and spread your labia.

"Stop!" she says. "Don't do that here."

"Why not? I want you to wallow in the stink of my piss all night."

She regards you. "...And I love it when you douse me in your piss, but I willplease let me scoot aside so we can spare the bedding."

"If you really enjoy wallowing in filth, then the thought of sleeping in a piss-soaked bed should turn you on."

"Maybe it does right now," she agrees, "but be practical. How will we feel an hour from now when the piss has cooled, and we're clammy and shivering. How about tomorrow, when I have to wash this mat and hang it to dry?"

"Don't bother."

"You'd have us sleep indefinitely upon our urine-soaked mattress, even as it stinks of mildew."

"Very well." You begin. The moment piss splatters her tits, she gasps and archs her back upward, as though drawn to your stream. The urine cascades down her sides and onto the mat. You aim higher, splattering her face. Her eyes close and her mouth opens. She swallows some, but most soaks into her hair and into the pillow beneath.

She pulls her legs to her chest to make her sex a prime target.and begins strumming her sex. "Here. Please." She's nearly breathless.

You aim the last of your stream directly onto her labia. The effective is voltaic. Her hands yank against her binds.Her strumming becomes frantic. It splatters your piss about. As your stream finishes, her own stream erupts. It arcs up upon her own thighs and body. You kneel and push on her lower back, raising her rump higher and arcing her stream onto her face. Her mewling reach a peek when you do this.

Her streams dies after she comes down from her high. She stretches out on the now soaked bedding.

In the dark, you hold her tight. Her wet skin is clammy against yours. Cooling piss pools in the indentation your bodies make in the mat. The stench permeates the cave, and through the night, it marinates into your skin.

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."

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."

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."

"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."

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

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

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.

"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.

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.

You withdraw your finger. Euna almost seems relieved, until you slather your cockthe pestle with oil.

"No..." she mutters.

"Yes," you reply.

"It can't possibly fit."

"I think it will," you reply. "You've been training your piss hole, right."

"But not for this."

"Relax. We can use some Agnodine."

"That won't work," she wails. "That's for loosening muscles for motherhood. That won't do a thing for my urethra."

"Oh, then we can skip it."

"But... but... oh Lord. Please. This could do such damage."

"You know Iyou don't care." You position yourself between her legs and line up your cock.the pestle with her tiny hole.

You press, no penetration. You only push Euna along. It's not until you really ram forward when her piss hole caves, and the tip of your cockthe pestle slips in all at once. You're immediately rewarded with a shriek of pain. Euna clambers to pull away, but you lie on top of herlean on her hips to hold her in place. Her urethra isn't meant to stretch any more than one's nostril is meant to, but that doesn't stop you. The pain must be exquisite; she's already weeping. The squeeze is so tight, pushing in tugs painfully at the skin of your cock,it takes all your strength to push the pestle farther, despite the lubricating oil, but bit by bit, you force your way forward. The final stretch is particularly tight, but after tearing past that, your cock's head reaches a point it no longer feels squeezed.the resistance drops off. You've reached her bladder. Euna wails as though being flayed.

Then comes the fucking. Her urethra never ceases to clutch tight, and she struggles and weeps through it all. Your cum shoots right into her bladder. Without a particular goal, you keep fucking her until your arm starts to get tired. You pull out and leave Euna to deal with the aftermath. A burst of urine follows. Even the act of sqeezing her urinary muscles to stop the flow sends her into a rictus of pain. Euna clutches her groin. She notices blood on her fingers. Your dickThe pestle likewise has a red smearing.

"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 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."

"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."

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, andShe 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.