"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.

You take that as permission to touch her slit. A single finger slides its length, down and up, and circling her clit. And again.

She bucks. She thrashes. She bites her lip to keep from moaning. There's no resistance anymore, so you tug off your own tights. Naked now from the waist down, you climb between her legs and sit with your butt right up toward hers.

"Relax," you pur. "I just want to show you how good it can feel." You intertwine legs with her to press your sex against her. She stares. Breath bated, eyes wide, body trembling. Then you grind yourself against her sex, and her reaction is voltaic. Her breath sucks in. Her head throws back.

You keep grinding. Your combined arousal smears about her smooth lips.Her pubic hair mashes damp with your combined arousal. Your lips run the length of her clit.

"Hmm," you moan. "Don't you like that?"

"Yes..."

"Want me to stop?"

"No..."

"Did your sisters in the convent ever do this?" You trail your thumb over her clit. "I bet they did."

She's hardly responsive.

"All this time you've been calling me a slut and a hussy, you've had your eyes on me. You've wanted a taste of me. Haven't you? And I'm not the first woman, either. Women have always caught your eye, haven't they?"

"Oh... Lord... Forgive me."

"Your Lord isn't here. I am, and I'm going to teach you all those naughty things women shouldn't do. All those things you've been dreaming about."

"Ohhh..."

She seems on the verge, but then so are you. Her smooth wet lips are like velvet against your own.Her wetness and warmth feel so inviting to your womanhood, yet the bristle of her pubic hair abrades gently against your sensitive lips. As a result, your climax is thunderous, and your frantic grinding loses tempo. But she's already there too, grinding back with clumsy ferver. She continues writhing once you're done as though her mind hasn't caught up.

You inch her legs apart and roll over her to get between her spread legs.

"I won't penetrate you. I promise," you say, "I just want to show you how good it can feel. Watch." You mount up to her and press the underside of your cock to her pussy so it's running along the length of her slit. Your head points out over her moundthrough her bush. She stares. Breath bated, eyes wide, body trembling. Then you thrust, grinding your length along her sex, and her reaction is voltaic. Her breath sucks in. Her head throws back.

You begin thrusting, grinding along her slit's length. Each thrust elicits shuddered gasps and bucking. It's like she's at war with herself.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" you say.

"Yes..."

"You want more, don't you?"

"Yes..."

"All this time in these lands, I've been looking after you. Keeping you safe, and you've been thinking about me."

"I have... oh..."

"You want to give your body to me and see how good I can make you feel, don't you?"

"Oh... Lord... Forgive me. I do."

She seems on the verge, but then so are you. Her smooth wet lips have made a most enveloping channel.Her wetness makes a smooth channel for your shaft while the bristle of her pubic hair abrades so gently against the underside of your cock's head. As a result, you peak faster than you expect, and fire ropes of pent-up cum over her bared belly and breasts. Even though you're done thrusting, she continues writhing as though her mind hasn't caught up.

You start by touching her slit. A single finger slides its length, down and up, and circling her clit. And again.

She bucks. She thrashes. She bites her lip to keep from moaning. There's no resistance anymore, so you inch her legs apart, climb down, and settle between her legs.

Her sex is baking with damp heat. The smell of her arousal is potent.

"Relax," you say. "It's going to feel good." And you taste her, one solid lick from bottom to top. She jolts and shudders a gasp. You don't bother focusing on her clit for now, but simply tease her with intermittent licks to lap up her flavor. From her whines, she's getting frustrated.

"You want more?" you ask.

"Please."

"Then first admit it. You've been wanting to have sex with me since we've been here."

"But I can't..."

"I'm not asking that. I'm asking if you want to. And you do. So say it. Admit it."

"I want to. I want it."

"You want to what?"

"Have sex. With you. With anyone. Oh Lord... I've dreamed of it for years."

"There's the truth." And with that you burrow down and get to work. Your tongue runs along her folds. Your lips tease her clit. Her smooth lips ooze her arousal about your face.Her lips ooze, and the bristle of her bush scrubs your chin and nose raw. With all of your skill and attention, you have her trembling, and then bucking, and then crying out. You don't let up until the fight has gone out of her.

After she settles, she goes straight into a spent daze. Euna hardly seems aware.

You clean her up with a damp cloth.

You tug her chemise down.

You tuck her into bed.

She's already passed out.

You pull the blanket over Euna. "Sleep well," you say. "You'll feel better in the morning."

"Thank you," she mutters. "For... for taking care of me. You're a... you're a good Foolnoble lady."

"I don't know about that," you say.

"You're looking after me."

"Yeah. I guess I care about you more than I thought. Goodnight, Your Highness." You rise to leave the alcove.

Her hand snags the hem of your tunic to keep you. You turn. She's still melted in bed, but her arm is latched to you like a leash. She wants to say something, but her sluggish mind works to form words. Finally, "I'm glad you're with me."

Prying away her latched hand, you place a princelysweet kiss upon its back. "I'm glad you're with me too. It would be lonely to face these strange lands alone."

Her reply is only to smile. It's as warm as it is drowsy.

You rest her arm down and tuck her in again. This time she snuggles into her bedding and rolls onto her side. You're pretty sure she's asleep before you've left the alcove.

"You're wet," you say. "You're turned on."

"Mmhmm." She revels under your touch.

"You'd like me to make love to you. Fill you with my seed, so that it leaks from you and drips down your thighs.Grind myself against your sex and mix our arousal together. You'd stink of me. Wouldn't you like that?" You saw your fingers into her.

"Hmm... please."

"That's what you like about it. The sweat. The cum. The stench. The messiness. In fact, when sex is clean and sterile, it's boring, right?"

"Don't stop..."

"You want to embrace filth, Euna. Imagine cum spilling onto your tits. Imagine how slick and sticky it would be on your skin. Imagine the smell. The taste. Revel in the heat and the sweat of sex." You keep playing with her until she's squirming.

After she settles down, you wipe your hands clean on her tits. "From now on, whenever you fantasize sex, imagine dirty, raunchy sex. It's not real if it's not filthy."

"Hmm." Seems like she's dozing more than listening now.

"Want to try something I know you'll like?" you ask.

"Hmm?"

After sliding your fingers into her a few times, you migrate your fingers lower between her legs to tease her anus.

She groans in displeasure and tries to close her legs.

"No, no. You want this. Trust me."

"tss dirty..." she mumbles.

"Yes it is," you agree. "And yet I know you've heard of people playing with their bottoms."

"Sodomy..."

"That's right. It's taboo, but people do it anyway, and you're curious. Here. Keep your eyes closed and just focus on the sensation." You sneak your finger farther to circle her rim while your thumb keeps its focus on her clit. She slowly warms untils she's wet and writhing. "Not so bad, huh?"

"Hmm..." She shrugs sleepily.

You collect a little of her arousal on your middle finger and press into her hole. She gives an inward gasp. "Feels good, doesn't it?" You work both her holes now until you have her quaking with pleasure.

Despite her reluctance, she seems adaquetly pleased.

You pull away. "Now whenever you're having sex, I want you to imagine what it would be like to take it up the ass at the same time. Will you do that?"

She nods absently.

"Good."

"My," you say. "You're already wet."

"I've been... wet... all day," she breathes.

"Then I bet you smell potent." You dip your fingers into her and smell them. "Your reek is intoxicating. It's making me hardwet too." You hold your fingers under her nose. "Breathe in your own arousal, Euna. Isn't it intoxicating?"

She breathes deep. Her chest swells.

"Taste yourself. Learn to love it." You press your fingers to her mouth, and she obediently sucks them. Her tongue worms between your digits. With your other hand you resume fingering her sex. Between tasting herself and your teasing, she's squirming.

You switch hands and give her fresh fingers to suck. "You're filthy, Euna. And it makes you so sexy. You should stop bathing. Let your natural stench take over. It'll drive men crazy, and you'll be so turned on by your own reek, you'll always want to fuck. Don't you want that?"

"Hmmmm." She hums around your fingers. It might have been assent. It might be that she's beginning to climax.

In the middle of her throes, you press a spare finger down into her asshole. It sends her to another toe-curling level. If she weren't sucking your fingers, she's be screaming out.

"You've been a dirty girl lately," you say. "You stink like a slut."

"Hmm... I do."

"It's not enough any more. I want you to stink more."

"Hmm?"

"A proper slut doesn't just reek of herself, but of all the men and women she's lays with. She covers herself with their stink. She fills herself with it. And you love acting like a dirty slut, don't you?"

"I'm a slut," she mutters.

"That's right." You tug off your breechestights. Crawling around, you squat over Euna's face so that your balls hangquim hovers before her. "Smell me, Euna. I haven't bathed all day."

She breathes deep.

"Doesn't the stench turn you on? You want to play with yourself."

Her fingers work frantically over her sex.

"Now taste me," you say. "Bathe yourself with me. Take on my stench."

Euna nuzzles your ballslips with her nose and forehead. And when she becomes desperates, she tongues them for their flavor—all the while bringing herself closer to a climax.

"Good," you say. "I stink so bad, don't I? You must be so turned on. You're going to cum doing this. That's how much you like polluting yourself. So do it. Cum."

Euna grows frantic, as though she needs your stench. Despite her mewling and bucking, she never stops bathing you with her tongue, not until she's spent. Afterward, she's practically nodding off.

"You've really become quite a dirty slut, haven't you, Euna?"

"I'm sorry," she mutters.

You stroke her sex. "Just like you love being abused up on that pillory, you love being polluted too. That makes you no better than a toilet. In fact, you're such a sick slut, I bet you'd love to stick your tongue up my ass right now, wouldn't you?"

"Hmm. I would."

Leggings down, you climb over her and present your butt. She works her tongue against your asshole while you keep touching her.

"That's what I like about you, Euna. You're so hungry for filth I bet I could shit in your mouth right now and it'd make you cum, wouldn't it?"

"You asked," you reply.

"Did I?"

"You were quite insistent."

"Oh." She sits up, abashed. "It must have been the ambrosia. I guess it brings out my inner pervert. Thank you for putting up me."

"It's fine," you say. "Your inner pervert is the real you."

You slide two fingers into Euna. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

In response, the moans and squirms a little.

You slide a third finger into her, and she winces. "Too much?" you ask.

She nods.

You keep your fingers buried in her, no moving. "Just relax. You'll get used to it. Some men have cocks bigger than this. Women crave cocks like that."

"Hmm." Her vaginal walls clench your fingers.

"You have to be dying with curiosity. What's a big cock like? What's it feel like to feel so full."

"Hmm..."

"Well," you pull out your fingers, and she whines. "You'll just have to wonder then... unless you're willing to try."

Euna squirms a little in frustration. It's a while until she settles down.

You slip three fingers into Euna. "You're wet. You want something inside you."

"Yes... please..." She squirms under your touch.

"Imagine what it would feel like to take a fist."

"Too big..."

"No. You're just not relaxed enough, but you could do it. Women around the world enjoy taking fists in their quim. You know about the practice, don't you?"

"The sisters..." she breathes.

"Ah, the sisters. In the convent. They enjoyed a good fisting, did they? You must have been curious."

Squirming, she nods.

"Imagine it. Those chaste nuns were sneaking out of their dorms at night to visit each other. Their naked bodies press together beneath those plain white sheets. Their hands explore, and they press their fists into each other while stifling their moans of lust. Can you imagine it, Euna?"

"Yes..." She's getting close.

"Can you imagine their dripping quims stretching to accomodate their fellow sisters' hands? Can you see how much they squirm? How powerful the orgasms were?"

"Yes... Oh Lord... Yes..."

You withdraw your fingers. "No, you can't, Euna. You can only dream, because you've never taken a fist before. You weren't even there."

She whines, desperate for release. She reaches to touch herself, but you stop her. "No, Euna, just dream. Lie here and think about how much you need to try fisting. Then you'll feel those orgasms too."

Her breath remains short for a long while after.

You slip three fingers into Euna.

She spreads her legs. "More..."

Soon you're pressing your hand into her up to the webbing of your thumb.

"More." Legs go wider.

You tuck your thumb and press your pointed hand into her. It's a tight fit that makes her wince, but your hand slips in up to your wrist. "Feels good, huh?"

She replies with a contented moan.

You begin pulling your fist out and forcing it back into her again. More wincing. It doesn't get much easier. "Seems like you're barely able to handle my hand," you say. "a pity. I bet you'd love it if I could ram my fist in and out until your toes curl."

"Hmm... Yes..."

You stop entirely. "Too bad you're not there yet."

Euna whimpers. "Noo..." Her voice is small. "Please... don't stop..."

"I'm sorry, Euna, but you're too tight. If you want more, you're going to have to work for it. You'll need to train yourself. You'll need to find ways to push past your limit. Then you'll be able to take so much more, and you want that, right?"

"I need it..."

You give her a kiss on her forehead. "Then rest for now, and imagine training your hole to take more. Think about what goals you'll set for yourself. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Then close your eyes and start planning."

She does so, and you leave her be.

You tuck your thumb and press your fists easily into her wet gash. In response, she pulls her legs up and wide to give you access.

"Give me more..." she mutters, eyes lidded.

You crawl onto the bed between her knees. From this angle, you really get to work pistoning your fist in and out of her. It bounces her along the bed and jiggles her tits.

"You've been stretching yourself," you say. "No you're a loose slut. Say it."

"I'm a loose... ohh... a loose slut."

"Tell me how much you need this."

"I need it. I need to cum so badly."

"You'd love to split yourself open with gigantic cocks."

"Yesss..."

Your punches push your fist deeper until your pounding her cervix. She winces.

"Hmm," you say. "Seems I can't go deep enough," and you pull out.

"But... no..." she whines.

"Sorry, Euna, but if you're hole still isn't big enough. If you want to be properly penetrated, then you need to train your body to go farther."

"But it can't..." She pulls her legs wider to invite you. Her gash is flowered, and it drools for you.

You don't take the bait. "Find a way, Euna. You're already using tonics to stretch yourself. Maybe it's time to go farther. Maybe press into that womb of yours."

She groans in frustration. "I want to..."

"Then find a way. Rest now, and think about some day taking a fist right up to the elbow. Until then..." You pull her legs down and wipe your hand clean on her thigh. "No penetration will be enough for you." You kiss her, and pouting she settles down to rest.

You press your fist into Euna easily. She pulls her legs up by her head to give you ample access, and you situate before her sex and push deep, right to her cervix. No resistance.

"Does that feel good?" you ask.

"Hmm. Yes... Please, more."

You thrust your fist into her as you say it. And she squirms delightedly. You continue to speak, emphazising your points along with more thrusts.

"Words...?" She's breathless.

With each word, she punches her fist into herself. This continues until she's about to cum, and she back off and settle down... just to start over.

You relax nearby and watch her edge. Sunbeams creep along the floor. Eventually the mantra stops, and then the fisting. Her mental fog clears, and she looks around. "What am I doing?"

"Fisting yourself."

"And you've been watching. How long have I been doing this?"

"For a while now. Did you cum?"

"You like this?" You trace her labia.

"Hmm," she moans in agreement.

"Do you know what also feels good? A little pain. It can be so stimulating. Would you like to try?"

"No... No... this... just do this."

"Some women enjoy being flogged. They crave mixing pain and pleasure. You've heard about it, haven't you?"

"Sado... Sadomasochism," she breathes.

"Ah, you know of it. I bet you've read about it in your books. Probably some dry medical account on mental illness, but you read those passages over and over. Cheeks blushed, loins tingling. You were curious, weren't you?"

"I... ohh... yes." She squirms.

"You think about it. Don't you?"

"I... yes... ohh Lord."

"You want to see for yourself what it's like. Admit it."

"I... I... oh, I'm..." Any farther words are lost to her moans. She trembles beneath your touch. After, she's limp, you get no more response from her, so you let her sleep.

"Does this feel good?" you ask.

She nods absently.

"How about this?" With your other hand, you fondle her bared tit.

"Yes..."

"And this?" You pinch her nipple gently, enough to get a slight inward hiss.

"Ow..."

"It was intense, wasn't it? Focus on it." You pinch her nipple again and get another wince from her. Her nipple has stiffened now. "Feel the way the pain shoots to your belly. Feel how it mixes with the pleasure to make something stronger. It makes you want to play with yourself."

Absently, she reaches down and takes over strumming her clit.

You pinch her harder. She squirms. Her other hand clamps over yours. It seems to be holding it in place. She plays with herself at a more feverish tempo. You take both her nipples and squeeze. The effect is electric. She cries out, strums herself, and begins bucking. You pinch and pull, rising her heights, until eventually she comes crashing down.

In the aftermath, you lay down beside her to sleep. She plays with herself idly as she dozes, one hand still twiddles her nipple.

"You're wet," you say. "You've been having naughty thoughts, haven't you?"

"Hmm," she moans. "I'm... I'm having naughty thoughts now."

"Hmm." She's only half listening.

You push her knees up to her chest and deliver a sharp resounding swat against her bum. She jolts. Her eyes snap open.

"They get punished," you say.

She gapes at you, startled and dazed.

You deliver another sharp swat, and another. Her fingers don't stop, and after each, she squirms more, breathes harder. Her tempo and yours increase, until she's strumming herself while you rain angry swats upon her cheeks. You don't stop until she falls limp.

You bring her legs down and tuck her in. Though she's wincing, she's quick to fall into a well-earned slumber.

"You like this, huh?"

"Hmm..." she murmers.

You pinch her clit and make her squirm. "You've become quite a glutton for punishment."

"You taught me..."

"Yes, but you took to it too well. You spent a lot of time on your knees in the convent being flogged for your godlessness. Reverend Mother Margosha singled you out."

"Yes..."

"But you enjoyed it. Didn't you? Habit pulled up, bare ass exposed. The humiliation. The begging. It made you wet." You guide Euna's hand between her legs, and she takes over playing for herself.

"Ohh..." Euna is getting close.

"Feel the crack of the flog, Euna. Every time it strikes, you come a little closer to the edge. And when the pain becomes too much to bear, that's when it happens. Cum for me, Euna. She's crying for mercy.Cry for mercy."

Euna's body squeezes enough that her butt lifts off the sheets. She squirms and whimpers and plays with herself until finally collapsing and panting. You help her under the sheets, but she's hardly aware. Euna is already falling asleep.

"You got hurt pretty badly today on the pillory," you say.

"Hmm," she moans. "Yes..."

"But you love the rush that comes from pain. Maybe I should give you to a sick sadist to torture you. Doesn't that make you want to play with yourself?"

As though cued, her hand goes between her legs.

"Not yet, Euna. First, imagine that sick sadist." You fetch a candle from a nearby sconce. "You're in his dungeon, lashed to a bed." You kneel between her legs and pin her thighs down with your knees. You hold the candle above her groin. Wax drips on her bare moundfurred labia causing her small jolts. "He orders you to stay still. You're obedient, aren't you, Euna?"

She nods. Her eyes are transfixed on the candle light.

"Then prove it." You lower the candle flame against her clitoris. She tenses, jolts, thrashes, and whimpers. Her eyes clench and her fists tighten, but she endures. Once you smell cooking flesh, you plunge the candle into her, extinguishing it.

"Very good, Euna." You get off her thighs. "Now you may play with yourself."

"Keep going," you say. "Now close your eyes and listen. You're still in that dungeon. The sadist talks about other tortures he'll do. He'll roast your tits with hot irons. He'll grate your pussy to bloody shreds. He'll surgically remove your limbs so you're a helpless torso good only for fucking, and then he'll grind his boot upon your face. He'll torture you to death.He'll run hot skewers through your tits. Whip your pussy into a tenderized pulp. Break your toes and fingers. Choking the life out of you. Snuff your life. It terrifies you, but you're wet with anticipation. You don't care if he ruins your body, because you need to cum. So do it, Euna. Cum for me."

Euna feverishly strums herself for ages until she's finally trembling and wailing.

"Very good, Euna. You really are a broken slut." You climb off the bed. "I know the pain is already turning you on again, so you may keep playing with yourself."

She curls up and suffers instead, but eventually her fingers start diddling again. She fucks herself with the candlestick, building momentum until another orgasm overwhelms her.

You wait through several cycles of squirming pain and shuddering masturbation. Thanks to the ambrosia, her clit heals quickly, going from blistered to angry red to normal. It seems her interest in touching herself fades the more it heals. Or maybe she's just coming to. Sitting up, she massages her groin and slides out the candlestick. "Ohh. Ow."

"Are you all right?"

"I think so." She examines the candlestick. "Lord, that ambrosia stirs my head sometimes. I think I burned myself."

"Yes," you say. "You did it on purpose."

"Then you just need more."

She smiles. "Maybe I do. I'll get dressed."

"You're horny, aren't you?" you whispers. "You've been wanting me to rut you all day."

She gives a fervent nod. "Yes... Please..."

Your fingers trace along her labia. Your thumb plays with her clit. "You've gone your whole life depriving yourself of sex for nothing. You need to catch up." You get her shuddering with little jolts. "Out here, so far from home, you can do that. You have a chance to enjoy sex as much as you want, and now is your chance to try all those dirty things you used to turn your nose up at. You're curious now, aren't you?"

"Yes..."

"You're going to spend your time thinking about those dirty things, about playing with yourself, about having sex, and you'll get turned on."

"Yes. Ohh..." She mewls and squirm from your fingers until she's bucking. All throughout, you repeat the same things to her over and over, though she hardly seems to be listening.

Eventually, she's spent. Already, she's fading to into a deep sleep. It makes putting her chemise back on a true chore.

"Do you want to fuck?"

She nods absently. "Make love to me."

"No. What we do is fuck. We don't make love. It's dirty, and lewd, and that's why you love it. You want to fuck all day."

"Ohh..." She squirms under the touch of your fingers.

"You want to fuck everywhere too. In public. In front of a crowd. Anywhere. Because when people see your naked body, it makes you hot. You want to show off your body. Say it."

"I want... I want to show off my body."

"That's right. You enjoy being a wanton harlot like the kind you always looked down on. But you were always stifled. Now you want to play with yourself while others watch. Most of all, you want to fuck as much as you can. Say it."

"I want to fuck. Oh... Please, fuck me."

"I will. In public. Close your eyes and imagine it." You slip your fingers into her. "I'm fucking you in the center of the city square. There's a crowd around us. They point and murmer. You can feel their eyes on you, and it's goign to make you cum, isn't it?"

"It is... oh... it is... Ohhhh." She squirms and mewls. All the while, you tell her about the crowd watching her climax. Some sneer. Some cheer. Some ogle.

"Now keep your eyes closed," you say afterward, "because you're going to sleep now. In front of all those people. Completely naked. In fact, you don't think you'll ever put clothes on again."

"Never again..." she mutters. Euna is already falling asleep. So you tuck her in. This time, you don't put her chemise back on. You let her sleep naked. She'll think of that whatever she will come morning.

"You want something, don't you? Tell me."

Her groin lifts, searching for your toying fingers. "Fuck me... please."

"Good. You want to fuck instead of make love, like a slut. Close your eyes then."

"Imagine us fucking in public. A crowd is around us."

"Yes... oh..."

"You love this attention, and you're close to getting off, except you open your eyes, and it's not me."

She does open your eyes, but in the dark, she can hardly see you.

"Hmm," she whines.

"You're fucking a stranger now, like a slut. When they finish, another will take their place, and another, and I'm off to the side encouraging people to take turns with you. When you see me, I give you a smile. You're my slut, Euna, so make me happy and spread your legs for everyone."watching, but you don't care what I think. You're a tsarivna and a slut. You have the right to fuck the whole world if you want."

"From now on, whenever you play with yourself," you say. "Imagine yourself fucking a stranger. Think about how hot that is."

"Hmm," she moans. She's already falling asleep.

"You're desperate for sex right now, aren't you?"

"Yes..." Her breath is heavy.

"You're a slut, Euna. You always need sex. You think about it constantly. It's why you give your body to strangers." You circle your fingers along her labia.

She's trembling now. Mewling.

"That's why you want to be a whore."

"Hmm?"

"It only makes sense that you should sell your body to strangers. You'll let them do whatever they want to you."

She squirms under your fingers. Maybe she's not listening.

She nods.

"Then cum," you say. "Cum imagining yourself as a cheap whore.queen of whores. Cum knowing it's your inevitable future."

And she does. She cums hard enough that despite her drugged state, she screams out and arches her back. You struggle to keep your fingers working until the end. Afterward, she's spent, hardly aware that you're even there.

"You really love being up on that scaffold, don't you?" you say.

"Hmm...for the sisters."

"No. You do it because you love being molested by a crowd. Maybe I should put you up there all day long so that everyone can take a turn with you. You'd like that."

She chews her lip and moans. Eyes remain closed.

"Imagine it. A whole line of men taking turns dumping their cum into you, each brings you closer to climaxing." Your fingers pick up their pace. "Do you want to climax?"

"I want it...."

"Then cum like a piece of slut meat who's only function in life is to be fucked. Cum for me, Euna. Cum."

As though obeying your command, she cries out and squirms. Eventually she slumps back down.

Euna fervently strums her clit until she's bucking with pleasure. Afterward, she slows.

"And another, Euna. It's not enough."

Her fingers start up again. She soldiers through the discomfort and finds another orgasm minutes later, and then she does it again, without you telling her to. You slide off the bed and take a nearby seat. Each orgasm is a struggle, but she wants every one. Several orgasms later, she comes to her senses.

She slows, blinks, and realizes what she's doing. "Oh my Lord," she says. "I... I guess I was a little caught up with the ambrosia. How long have you been waiting?"

"An hour maybe."

"And I've been doing this all the while? I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."

"It's all right," you say, "It's who you are."

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."

Sometime later, you both emerge from the temple and onto the city streets.

"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 abruptly throws 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."

Euna is settling down by the time you're outside the temple.

"How are you feeling?" you ask.

"Better now with the fresh air," 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 if we have 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.

After many days, you find yourselves once again wandering around the garden district of Cockaigne.

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 tongue teases the tip, and 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.

On the lip of a fountain, two naked menwoman play a board back with carved marble pieces. One captures a piece and hands it to the other. Sighing, the other player leans and rams that piece up hisher own ass.

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.

In an alley nearby, a woman is sat against a wall with her legs spread and robe pulled aside. A man appears to be trying to press a long loaf of bread into her snatch while she diddles herself.

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.

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.

On the steps before one house, two women are talking with a man seated between them with his pants down.

On the steps before same house, Nayar is there again with his pants down. Inna is there sucking him off while her mother watches.

Once again, Inna and her mother are on the steps outside their house, and there's Nayar.

Inna and her mother are outside on their step again for more training.

"Oh? Are you suggesting I should forbid my daughter from having sex? Her mouth should be the only hole that touches cock until she learns to appreciate it enough?"

"Well, I—"

"I think that's a marvelous idea." The mother turns to her daughter. "I know you were thinking about having your first time soon, but that will have to be postponed."

"What? No!" And Inna cheeks grow pink. "It's... that's my choice."

"Not anymore. You need to learn proper love for cock first, and I think the pent up frustration will help."

Inna rolls her eyes. "Fine. I'll postpone, Mother."

"I suspect you're right." The mother thinks. "I'll just have to take her down to Clara."

"Who's Clara?" Euna asks.

"She's a talented artisan whose quite skilled at piercings. I'll have her pierce little rings along both of my daughter's labia—"

"...what?" Inna straightens.

"—and run a neat chain through them to lace her up.—"

"Mother!"

"—and it will end with two lace piercings along both sides of her clitoral hood. Once we sew that up, it'll tuck away her clitoris, and then we'll link the two ends together. Then not only will it stop sex, but it will make it quite difficult for her to play with herself at all."

"But why?"

"Because I must. If you were an obedient daughter, I could trust you to retain your virginity of your own free will."

"You can't just sew up my pussy."

"It won't be forever, dear. Once you've developed a strong passion for sucking cock, we'll remove the chain. But not before then."

Inna sighs.

"Excellent," the mother replies. "Let's go by Clara's now, shall we?"

"Right now?" Inna asks.

"No time like the present. Come along." The mother ushers her long.

Nayar tags along. "I get to watch!"

And they're gone.

"My Lord," Euna says. "I can't believe that mother is actually going lace up her own daughter's flower."

"Are you horrified?" you ask.

"I'm more intrigued."

"Intrigued?"

The mother's eyes light. "Oh, of course! I'm sure he'd be happy to help."

The girl's eyes go wide. "What? How?"

"By letting you practice on him, of course. From now on, you'll have the privilege of sucking your father off every morning instead of me. And he so enjoys waking to the feel of lips upon that massive morning monster of his."

"But I could practice on Nayar." She nudges her boyfriend. "Don't you want me to?"

He's got that dumb grin.

"Don't be upset dear," the mother says. "Your father has a fine cock. A rod of worthy size."

The boy's grin flickers.

The mother goes on. "If there's ever a pole that will show you the love of cock, it's his. It's a masterful rod. His cum is so delicious. Its aroma is so masculine." She sighs wistfully. "Have I made myself clear?"

The girls sighs. "Yes, Mother."

Her mother looks satisfied. "Then it's settled. Your father is inside. We can talk to him now and see if you can get started right away." She guides the girl into the house. "If you're on your best manners," she adds, "he might even let you please him throughout the day. His monstrous beast needs frequent taming."

They disappear inside. You're left with the boy, who seems ill at ease.

"What was that supposed to mean?" Nayar asks. "A rod of worthy size? This is worthy, isn't it?" He holds up his limp cock.

"Don't worry," Euna says. "You're size is daunting."

"Yeah," he says, though he's unconvinced. He glances to the house.

Euna pulls you along. Out of earshot, she bursts into giggles. "Poor little fool. He's just gone and handed his fancy 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 her father."

The mother leaps on that, "Yes! Exactly. Your father was saying the exact same thing."

"What do that mean?" Inna asks.

"Instead of simply adoring a man's cock, you need to know how to properly worship everything. His balls, his feet, his armpits. Everything. You need to make your mouth fully available to your man to properly please him. Only then could I even consider clipping that silver chain off."

"Whatever it is, fine. I'll do it."

"That's good to hear. I'll tell your father when he comes home, and we'll start tonight. You'll bathe his body with your tongue."

Nayar thinks about this hard. "Does this mean she'll do this for me too?"

"Once she's ready," the mother replies. "I wouldn't want you to suffer inadequate mouth worship from my daughter. The women of our family have a reputation to uphold."

"But perhaps he should have a demonstration?" Euna says.

He grins. "Yeah."

The mother considers this. "Hmm, maybe we do need a little appraisal to see where Inna stands. Very well. Inna, you may put your mouth upon your boyfriend this once. But only as I dictate, understood?"

Inna's eyes light up. She sinks to her knees before Nayar and drops her mouth onto his hardening cock.

"Ah ah. This isn't about a blowjob, dear. Just clean his balls for him for now."

Inna levers her boyfriend's hard dick aside and suckles his balls with adoring attention.

"Very good, dear. Put all your love into it. This is how you show your adoration to the men in your life."

"How far is this adoration going to go?" Euna asks.

"Absolute worship," the mother replies. "Move onto his armpits now, dear. Bathe them and revel in the taste."

Inna climbs up Nayar and lifts his arm. She hesitates at the sight of his sweaty armpit hair, then rasps her tongue along his pit.

"Ah, see? We've a ways to go," the mother says. "You'll have to ask your father very nicely to let you bathe him with your tongue. He prefers an ordinary bath, so you'll need to worship his body as best as you can. You'll need to crave his every drop of sweat, his every dank crevice, his every clammy toe. Once you love bathing him, he will love being bathed. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mother." The daughter switches over to bathe Nayar's other pit. She's playing with herself again.

"If we're talking true body worship, then yes we are," the mother replies. "Nayar, you don't have to poo, do you?"

Inna stares at her mother in astonishment. Even Nayar seems taken aback. "Really?" he says.

"Yes. Really."

"I'll try." He turns his ass back toward Inna. She just stares.

"Go on, Inna," her mother says. "Be a good girlfriend and show your boyfriend how much you love him."

After a long hesitation, she again puts her mouth back against Nayar's hole. He strains, and strains. All the while she has a grimace on her face from anticipation. Finally, something must have passed between his ass and her mouth, because she recoils. Her face twists, and her mouth is open to show a small, hard, brown lump.

"I know it's tough, dear, but this is your opportunity to show him your love and adoration. So go on."

Inna closes her mouth, chews once, twice, gags, and swallows it down early. She gives a queasy smile.

"Do you have any more, Nayar?" the mother asks.

"No. Sorry."

The daughter slumps with relief.

"Probably for the best," the mother says. "I'm sure your father will help ease you into appreciating his waste, but what waste it is. He always produces big, potent logs of waste that stink up the water room. You'll learn to treasure it like a fine pâté. Then you can show your boyfriend the same adoration. Won't that be nice?"

Inna gives a queasy smile. "Of course, Mother." To her credit, she returns to rimming her boyfriend's asshole.

"She actually has some practice in that already," the mother says. "My husband has a penchant for such treatment, and occasionally he's been having Inna treat his hole. Nayar, turn around and let her show you how far she's already come in that regard."

He chuckles. "Heh. All right." He's stooped over the steps and exposes his dark, hairy ass.

Inna spreads his cheeks and closes in. Her tongue bathes his crack with long rasps from bottom to top. Her breath is even heavier now. One of her hands comes down to again stroke fruitlessly at her protected slit. Her tongue burrows against the hole."

"My!" Euna says. "She might already properly appreciate that."

"Maybe," the mother replies, "but repetition doesn't hurt. I'll make sure my husband makes this mandatory morning and night. Perhaps she can even get her father off with just her tongue upon his hole."

"I think it will," the mother replies. "Nayar, why don't you let her drink your piss now. Let's see how she handles it."

The boy pushes Inna away. She kneels back, poised, and chews her lip nervously, but when he positions his cock at the tip of her lips, she opens her mouth dutifully.

He pisses, and she drinks each mouthful as quickly as she can, though much spills down her tits and over her crotch, where she's still trying desperately to pleasure her tucked-away clit.

"You'd think she'd done this before," Euna says.

"She isn't half bad already," the mother admits.

After, Inna goes straight to sucking her boyfriend off.

"No, no, dear." the mother says. "Remember, you haven't earned the right to fellate him yet."

She reluctantly stops. "Yes, Mother."

"From now on, you'll make your mouth available to your father every time he needs to relieve himself, night or day. I don't care if you've just bathed, or if you're sound asleep. You will always be happy to. You must come to love his piss so much that you'll feel disappointed if you should learn he ever used a piss pot."

"...yes, mother."

"It would seem so," the mother says, "but I'm sure her father will be patient with her. She is our daughter after all. Inna, you may stop now."

Inna pulls away and licks her lips clean. "May I suck him off now?"

"I think not. You'll stick with your father's cock until you know how to properly love every part of a man's body, but he's coming home soon, and you know how randy is his. Go clean yourself up for him."

"Yes, Mother." She hurries inside, not a single word of protest at being denied her boyfriend's cock yet again.

You and Euna depart afterward. "My Lord," Euna says once you're out of earshot. "I never realized that orgasm denial and teasing could lead to such... obedience."

"Something tells me that girl is going to have her pussy laced up for a long time yet."

"Clearly," Euna says. "Her mother is enjoying this far too much to let it end."

"I think I must," the mother says. "When I was her age, I had quite a reputation as a cocksucker. I don't recall ever saying no to a blowjob, and neither shall you."

"You mean with Nayar?" Inna asks.

"No, dear. I mean with anyone. You need to suck all manner of cocks to become a true connoisseur of them. That is the only way to develop a true appreciation."

"But what if I don't want to?"

"That would be the problem. Before I had you kids, your father and I used to host dinners, and I would suck off up to a dozen men in a night, half of whom I'd never met, and I looked forward to it every time. That will be your role now. I'll let all our family friends know. Nayar, I'm sure you're fine with this. It's for her education."

"Heh, yeah." he says.

"Good. Then tell all your male friends too."

"Uh... yeah. Sure."

The mother keeps going. "And perhaps when you're out with her, you'll ask passersby as well. We mustn't limit ourselves. Oh, this will be grand." She turns to her daughter. "And I don't want to hear from anyone that you've said no to them. Understood?"

Inna looks glum. "Yes, mother."

"A quick question," Euna says, "Does this young woman have any brothers?"

Inna's eyes snap open.

"Quite a few," the mother replies. "Why do you ask?"

"If she's going to be fellating her father, and variety is important to become a cock connoisseur, then perhaps her brothers might also help."

"Oh, that's a delightful idea. I'm sure my sons would be happy to." She turns to her daughter. "I think from now on, you will service each of your brothers along with everyone else."

"But mother—"

"And after every dinner, we'll see that you get seven creamy dollops of cream for dessert. Not to mention your father's."

"Seven? Goodness," Euna says.

"Yes. Three older, and four younger with the libidos of young men. Let's go tell them now, shall we? After they're done with you, you can help me with dinner."

She pulls her daughter inside. Nayar is left on the step, forgotten and unsure what to do.

You and Euna move along.

"If I may suggest," Euna says. "It strikes me that so long as her flower is laced up, you could find many more men for her. Instead of relying on friends and neighbors, you could send her out into public to pleasure strangers. There's no worry of them deflowering her."

"Oh! You're absolutely right." The mother faces her daughter. "I think I may start leaving you to the festival for public use."

"Please, Mother," Inna says. "Aren't I already doing enough?"

"We can always do more." The mother thinks. "Hmm. We'll need to tie you up though. Or else you'll just walk off, won't you? Should be safe around the men since you're sewn up neatly. Won't this be a treat? You'll get to explore cocks the way they were meant to be explored, with only your lips and tongue. You'll enjoy the touch and smell and taste. I can't think of a better way to learn true appreciation for manhood."

Inna turns to her boyfriend. "Nayar, you don't want me to do this, do you?"

"Uhh..." Nayar seems unsure.

"Head on home, Nayar," the mother replies. "Once I return my daughter to you, she will know how to properly worship your cock. Now come along, my daughter. I'm sure Clara will have some ropes we can borrow."

She leads the way. Nayar is left frowning after them.

You and Euna move along.

"Hold on," Euna says. "What about poor Nayar? His girl's flower will be sealed away, and her mouth is no good yet. What is he to do?"

"Yeah," Nayar says, "What about me?"

"You're quite right," the mother says. "We cannot expect you to tolerate substandard blowjobs. From now on, Nayar, if you want someone to suck you off, you can come to me. I will do it, day or night. Understood?"

"Mother!" Inna yells. "He's my boyfriend. I don't want him to see you behind my back."

"It won't be behind your back, dear. I expect you to be kneeling beside me observing every single time."

"You're going to make me watch you steal my boyfriend?"

"Perhaps a little jealousy will help you appreciate his cock when that day should come again. Once your father has decided your lips and tongue are worthy, you'll be allowed to suck off your boyfriend again. That's what we'll do."

Inna's face crumples.

You and Euna head off as the mother dictates more terms of her deprivation.

Down the road, you address Euna. "You surprised me."

"How so?"

"Normally it's me who brings up lewd ideas, but this time you did."

"Perhaps I've become invested in that girl's tuition," Euna says. "That girl obeys well, despite a little precociousness."

"I don't know how much more I can keep this going," the mother replies. "I can hardly say she's not showing enough enthusiasm anymore."

"I don't think it'll take much convincing," Euna says. "Look at her."

The mother does, and sighs. "She has become a monster of my own making." She walks back over to Inna. "I've decided that you're still not finished with your training."

Inna blinks. "...really?"

"Yes. Really. You can go farther, and you will. So your flower will remain laced away. Now head back out to those streets."

"Can I do it later? I've been up all night. I want to sleep."

"Ah. No. You see? This is what I mean. If you truly loved cock, you wouldn't be coming home to sleep. You'd be going home with other men so you can nuzzle their rods while until you doze away. Then you'd wake early just so you can suck out their cum for your breakfast. Clearly, you have months to go."

"Months?" Inna gapes at her mother. "But... you're not going to tie me back up for all that time, are you?"

"Of course I am. It's for your training, but don't worry. I'll take you down to the artisans now, and we'll get you a comfortable pair of leather cuffs."

"But how will I eat? I haven't eaten since yesterday."

Euna answers this. "With your mouth, of course, Dogs manage just fine. You will too."

"And if you must," the mother adds. "You could always offer a man a blowjob if he'll feed you."

Inna looks bewildered by all this. "...But haven't I been good?"

"Oh sweetie. This isn't a punishment. I know you'll come to enjoy every minute this training. That's the whole point. Haven't you been enjoying yourself already? You've been sucking cock all morning for your own pleasure, haven't you?"

Inna still looks dazed, but she nods. "Yes, Mother." Then with more courage. "Yes. All right. I'll do this. I'll... I'll live it until I love. I'm going to live to suck cock. You'll be proud of me."

"Yes, yes. Good for you, dear. Let's go get you those cuffs. And remember. No need to ever stop by home. Just keep training."

The mother marches off, pulling her naked and messy daughter along with her.

"Not sure how I feel about this," Euna says. "On one hand, we just watched a mother turn her daughter into an obedient sex slave who lives for the pleasure of others. I'm envious.I learned a lot. On the other hand, we just watched that mother discard her slave after Inna no longer amused her. Now that girl will spend the rest of her life with her hands behind her back and her flower laced up, always pleasing men, yet never any pleasure for herself."

"She'll be fine," you say. "I'm sure lots of men will adopt her."

"Like a daughter? Or like a pet?"

"What do you think? That girl will be traveling around like a neighborhood cat. She'll live in whatever house will open the door for her."

"Yes. A lifetime of sexual submission, and never a single orgasm. How delightfully frustrating."

"Oh, you're right," the mother says. "All this time I've been caught up training her, I forgot it was for a purpose. Now that I know she'll do the women of our family proud, it's time to marry her off."

Inna stops playing with herself. "What? Nayar and I are getting married?"

"More like I'm marrying you to his family, dear." She turns to Nayar. "Tell me. How many brothers do you have?"

He thinks. "Uh... six."

"Any other men in your family?"

"My father. Uhh, four uncles. Two grandfathers. Four cousins. Five nephews. No, wait. Six. No seven."

"You're immediate family, dear. Which of them live hear you? How many cocks would my Inna need to service?"

"They all do near me," he says. "We all live around a garden block in the shops district."

"Oh! Then that should be plenty." She turns to her daughter. "Are you ready to go service Nayar and his family?"

"Mother! That was over two dozen men!"

"I knew you'd be excited."

"But his family. They're not like my brothers. They're not going to keep themselves to... well... my mouth. I don't want to have their children."

"Oh, fair point. You'd want your first child to be with Nayar. Hmm. What to do about that?"

"You could get her pregnant now," Euna suggests.

The mother brightens. "Oh! That would be swell. And seeing as how your boyfriend is ready again, why not right now? Then your father can give you away tomorrow."

"But mother. I wanted my first time to be special. I've been... saving myself."

"This is special, dear. You're getting married. To a whole family. Nayar, go ahead and impregnate my daughter if you can. That should give you a head start on your family."

"Yeah, sure." With his breeches still down, Nayar scoots and hunkers over Inna.

"Spread your legs for him, dear," the mother says. "That's right. Good girl. Remember, you've earned this."

Nayar clumsily stabs into his girlfriend and takes her virginity. She seems shell shocked. Her first time isn't romantic, but a pragmatic breeding with an audience.

"Marvelous," the mother says.

Euna watches a while. "Aren't the men in your family going to be disappointed to lose their trainee?"

"My husband and I have been discussing that," the mother replies. "We've decided we're going to train Inna's younger sister, Finna the same way as her. Once she gets home tonight, I'll let her know what her new duties will be."

You all watch the newly engaged couple fuck for a while before continuing on your way. "Marriages always make me cry," you say.

"It will certainly be a strange one, won't it?" Euna says. "I think all this training has led that mother to see her daughter as nothing more than property."

"Do you think that's wrong?"

"Yeah!" Nayar says. "I'm getting tired of waiting."

"Ah yes. I forgot you were planning to take my daughter's virginity before I started training her." She thinks. "Very well. I'll just need to let you fuck me as well."

Inna eyes boggle. "What?"

"You can't expect him to be patient forever dear, can you? Maybe watching us together will provide you with even more motivation to properly love cock."

"But he's my boyfriend. He loves me?"

"And he still will, won't you, Nayar?"

"Yeah." He's got that dumb grin again.

"But... but... Mother!"

"I promise you our sex will be quite loveless... although I will of course demonstrate how to properly express my appreciation and lust for his cock."

Euna speaks. "Will your husband be all right with this?"

"Oh certainly," the mother replies. "Heavens knows how many of his friends I've had to sleep with because of his betting habits, and he does have Inna's mouth to sate him these days. Though I'll need to stick to certain stretches of the month. I only bear my husband's children. Is that alright, Nayar?"

"Yeah, sure," he says. "Can I fuck you now?"

"Ready again already? Goodness, the libido of the young. Yes, I suppose it would be safe. She pulls her robe open. Her tits are heavy with thick, chewed nipples. Her pussy has the dark heavy lips of a woman who's given birth over a dozen times. She scoots to the edge of her step and spreads her legs. "Enjoy yourself, dear."

Pants still lowered, Nayar shuffles close. The mother hugs him into an embrace and lets him stab into her. He fucks her like a rabbit.

She talks all the while. "Ohh. good. Just like that. Good boy. This is for your enjoyment, so don't worry one wit about my pleasure."

He's not.

"Ohh, yes. I want you to see this, Inna. Are you watching?"

She is.

"You're going to watch every time. Ohh. I'm liking this. Actually, Inna. Come here. Play with my breasts. Suck my nipple. That always gets me off."

She does, reluctantly.

"Ohh. Yes. This is quite nice. Don't stop. You have such an appetite, boy. You'll need sating all month long, won't you? Ohh. You know what we'll do? Inna's little sister, Finna, is coming of age in a few weeks. You can sate yourself on her as well. We'll start you two on her birthday. Inna will watch that too. Do you like that idea?"

He does.

"Ohh. But you need more than that, don't you? You should get to fuck all of Inna's friends too. It's not cheating as long as she's watching. Will you do that?"

Given his grin, he will.

"Good, boy. Make her find one of her friends for you tonight. Actually... Ohh... I just had an idea... We're never going to take that chain lacing out."

Inna tries to react, but her mother holds her head to her tit.

"Yes, your father and I are enjoying this too much. You're going to be his mouth forever. And Nayar's mouth too. You may suck his cock, but only after he's fucked me, or your sisters. or anyone. You're not going to be a girlfriend anymore, or a daughter. Just a pet. Promise me you'll treat my daughter like a pet. We'll put a leash on that chain. Ohh! Ohh my goodness. Fill me, Nayar. Fill me with your batter. Ohh... Yes!"

She trembles all the way through Nayar's clumsy orgasm. Afterward, they catch their breath in each other's embrace.

Inna looks from her boyfriend to her mother. "You didn't mean all that, did you?"

"I meant every word. Now suck his cum out of my quim quickly so we can go get a leash to attach to that lacing between your legs. You'll offer the lead to your father tonight."

You and Euna leave as Inna reluctantly gets to work. After you get some distance from them, Euna sidles close and whispers to you. "It seems like the veil dropped at the end there. I don't see becoming a sex pet for her boyfriend and father is good for her training."

"You'd almost think the mother has just been doing all this for her own enjoyment, wouldn't you?"

"Sisters?" The mother frowns, until she realizes what you mean. "Why yes. She has four sisters." She appraises her daughter. "Perhaps we should train your tongue for the fairer sex as well. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

The girl stops diddling herself. "What? With women?"

"Don't act like you're not interested. I know how Innara used to sneak into your room at night."

Inna's cheeks turns bright pink. "But... you knew about that."

"We all did. Goodness knows you two made enough noise, so come here. We'll start now." The mother sits down on the steps beside Nayar. She spreads her legs, pulls her robe aside, and scoots to the edge of the her perch. Her crotch has razor bumps along her labia and thighs, and the dark heavy lips of a woman who's given birth a dozen times. "I will hear no back talk, young lady." She taps her labia.

Hesitant, Inna shuffles over and brings her lips down, but not yet on her mother's sex, but on her thighs around it.

"Oh? Oh! Foreplay. Good girl. Your sister taught you some things already it seems. Now you'll practice on the rest of your sisters. Ohh! Yes. And now that I'm thinking about it. There are your grandparents too. Hmmm. I'm ready, girl. Attack my folds. Ohhhh. Yes. Just like that. Don't stop suckling, girl. I'm just thinking out loud. Ohh. And your five uncles, and your three aunts. Ohhh! Your father's sister is a lesbian, isn't she? I'm sure she can teach you a thing or two." She clutches her daughter's head close. "Oh goodness, girl. You're going to be tending to both your father and I each morning. Forget about Nayar. You'll be the pleasure of our whole family instead."

"...what?" says Nayar.

But neither women hear him. The mother is getting close, and Inna is scrubbing her own clit again. They're lost in pleasure. And Nayar, he's just there.

You and Euna move along and leave them to it. "I do enjoy happy endings," she says.

"Poor Nayar though," you say. "Seems like he's about to get dumped."

"Maybe he should train his own girlfriends in the future instead of leaving it to her family."

"Be proud of her?" she asks.

"Isn't this what you wanted? You told us before how the women of your family have a reputation to uphold. Before, she had been an embarrassment, now men are literally lining up around the block for her. She shows passion."

"Well, yes," the mother says. "But she's a little too passionate now."

"Excellent," Euna speaks loudly enough for Inna to hear. "Then she has surpassed you. You should be commended on your training."

"But she's so possessed with her hunger that her boyfriend broke up with her," the mother replies.

"I told you," Inna says. "I don't want to be with him anymore."

"Exactly," Euna replies. "Let's be frank. Nayar was a dullard. He was hardly worthy of her. She will attract herself a better man now—a man who will appreciate her new skills. Perhaps her appetite is ravenous, but only because she just discovered the pleasures of sucking cock. It will surely temper once she's older. Then she will make a good wife to a lucky husband, and she will keep him with her skill, the same way you keep your husband."

"Well... hmm." The mother considers this. "I hadn't considered that. And she has become so much more obedient. You're right." She beams at her daughter. "I'm proud of you, sweetie."

Inna beams back.

The mother turns back to you. "And you think I should train my other daughters the same?"

"Absolutely," Euna says. "Why should only Inna be trained? You said men came by your house looking for blowjobs, and your other daughters felt harassed? They should have been clamoring to take Inna's place. They should have the same passion as you and Inna. Don't wait for them to embarrass their elders with their first boyfriends."

"You're absolutely right," the mother says. "All of my daughters will be the pride of our family."

"Does this mean you'll tie them up and leave them at the festival too?" Inna asks.

"Yes. I'll leave them at the mercy of strangers. Though I'll have to get Clara to sew all their flowers first. Your training is now complete, though I expect you to help. You'll be on your knees beside Finna, helping her learn."

Inna squeals and hops up. "Yay! Does this mean you'll unseal my flower?"

"No. I think that should only be unsealed on your wedding day for whatever lucky man you choose. It will be the same for your sisters."

Inna considers this and shrugs. "Very well. What about Innara?"

"Oh right." The mother explains to Euna. "Innara is my eldest daughter. She's already married. But no, we'll do her too. Lace her up until she can make us proud. I know her husband. He'll go along with the idea. Come, Inna. Let's go take Inna to Clara. Go clean up and dress."

"May I stay like this?" Inna gestures at her naked body, dripped with semen. "I like it."

The mother sighs. "Fine. Can I at least trust you'll bathe on your wedding day? Whenever that may be?"

"Fine."

The two head inside together.

"Sounds like we've helped start a family tradition," you say.

"We have," Euna agrees. "Traditions hold a family together."

"In fact," The mother stands. "let's go knock on doors?"

Inna startles. "What?"

"I know a few neighbors who might like to know. Come along."

"Mother!"

"Now, dear."

Reluctantly, she follows her mother down the street. You and Euna are left with Nayar, who seems to finally realize what he's agreed to.

"Should I go too?"

"No..."

"Then don't." You both head off, leaving the boy behind. When you pass Inna and her mother farther up, they're talking with a shirtless man at the threshold of his home. He looks the daughter up and down, grins, and invites the two in.

"She's going to accrue quite a reputation," Euna says.

"But also a lot of practice," you reply.

"I'm not sure if you should have suggested what you did. The poor girl did not seem at all interested in these lessons."

"As the mother pointed out, that's the whole reason to do them. This is their upbringing. Just like your father had you study to become a ruler like himself. It didn't matter whether you wanted to read those books on history and heraldry. You just did it."

"Ah. A birthright. Maybe that is the way in this strange city."

"That's right."

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.