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The Witch
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Sera turned her head away when the guard opened the folds of fabric
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at his crotch and allowed his large penis to fall out. She had never liked
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how this guards tool looked. It was heavily veined and hairy up to the
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middle of the shaft. It shined with a sheen of perspiration and bobbed in
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half aroused anticipation.
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The guard advanced on Sera. She took an involuntary step back and
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bumped into the low table behind her, a table she had come to know well in
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the past few months. The strength of the man was unstoppable. Even among
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the guards he was outstanding, while young women like herself could offer
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about as much resistance as a rag doll. He casually kicked apart her
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legs and put his left hand up her simple skirt.
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Sera's face redden slightly with the shame in her treatment, and
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also in the fact that the guard had found her to be already damp with
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lubrication. His three middle fingers worked her crotch while his right
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hand pulled her blouse down to reveal her ample left breast. He lowered
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his mouth to the nipple and sucked it to attention. Once the nub stood
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firmly out from her breast the guard bit it.
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Sera threw her head back and gasped. She involuntarily placed her
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hand against the mans face and pushed. Her palm pressed against the man's
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left eye, forcing him to pull back from the hand. He kept the grip on
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her nipple and stretched her breast into a painful cone, and then let it
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snap back into shape. The man looked at her, she had not done any actual
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damage but he was not pleased.
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"So the pretty girl wants to be a bad girl? Strip bad girl, and
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then get on the table on your hands an knees." Sera now regretted she had
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been unable to suppress her reaction. "Pleas sir." she begged. "I had not
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meant to resist you!" The guard had retrieved a long switch from the
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corner and was now advancing on her. "Do it or it will go worse for you."
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said the guard more harshly.
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Sera fearfully complied and now waited on the table on hands and
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knees. The guard admired her spectacular body. Sera was the most beautiful
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peasant girl he knew of. Reasonably fed so she wasn't scrawny, very shapely
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with long dark hair and large firm breasts. He admired the perfect skin
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on the smooth round tight ass and wondered where to start decorating.
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The swish of air and the sudden painful crack across her ass
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seemed one in the same in Sera's mind. Another nine followed the first,
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with the last few pulling yelps from Sera's throat. The guard enjoyed the
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sight of the peasant's sweat covered body. Her heavy breathing caused her
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breasts to swell with each breath and her ass was beautifully criss-crossed
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by red lines.
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"Say the words." the guard said. Sera swallowed and replied in a
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breathy voice. "My body is yours to do with as you please, I give it
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freely as payment for your kind services." The guard nodded and then
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kneeled on the table behind her. "Look on the table below your open legs."
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the guard commanded. She looked briefly and quickly looked away. There was
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a large pool of liquid on the table, connected to her pussy by a strand of
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lubricant. "You call it payment but you actually enjoy it, don't you slut?"
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Sera turned red with humiliation. "And now your final punishment." said
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the guard as he kneeled on the table behind her.
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Sera parted her lips in a round gasp imitating the shape her anus
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was stretched into when the guard thrust into her ass. He pumped steadily
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causing her large breasts to sway in rhythm. The pain pulled grunts from
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Sera each time the guards balls slapped her cunt. Soon the thrusting
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became sporadic as he neared his release. His hands reached forward and
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gripped her breasts painfully tight as Sera felt her bowls filled by a
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massive quantity of hot fluid. The final few thrusts by the man each nearly
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lifted her off her knees. Sera herself came close to an orgasm from the
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mans balls slapping her cunt and the rough treatment of her breasts. But
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she was ultimately cheated when the guard stopped to soon to make her come.
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Sera was still on the table panting when the guard had placed his
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dick back in his pants and was opening the door. "Clean up the room before
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you leave." was his final comment as he closed the door behind him. Sera
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slowly sat upright and pushed the hair out of her face. Fluids drooled
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out of her anus onto the back of her legs. Her ass throbbed inside and out.
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She carefully traced the welts across her ass to see if there was any blood.
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The was none from the whipping, but there was trace amounts of red in the
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fluids that leaked from her ass. She made a concerted effort and expelled
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most of the liquid in her bowls. She decided that there wasn't enough blood
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to be concerned and set about dressing herself and cleaning up the mess.
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Sera exited the small guard shack and looked to see the guard that
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had just fucked her in the ass nod and then turn back his attention to
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another young girl entering the city with a large sack of candles to sell.
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She was plain and a little dumpy, and the guard accepted the small tin
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coin as payment for entry into the city. A payment that the guard had not
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accept from Sera when she had tried to enter the city. Most guards at the
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many city wall entrances were not interested in accepting money from her
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as payment to enter the city. They were mostly interested in fucking her.
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For Sera was exceptionally beautiful. As Sera walked home she became more
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and more upset. Her mother lived in the country, and had been sick now
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for several months and was unable to go to the market to buy food. So once
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a week she had to take food to here mother. And most every time she tried
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to enter back into the city, the guards would insist that she pay more than
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any peasant would own, and would insist on "other" payments since she didn't
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have the money.
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She remembered the plain girl paying the tin coin to enter the city
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and at that moment wished she was just as plain. She began to run with
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tears in her eyes. She was angry and frustrated and also confused. Her
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own emotions were torn between her hurt and humiliation and the excitement
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it had aroused in her. For a few moments she would have done anything to
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reach her own release, but instead she had been cheated. And now she
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felt humiliated by her own desire and by what she had wanted done to achieve
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her own orgasm. Soon she found herself in a park and collapsed on a rock
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next to a small stream and cried.
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****
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Selera threw one white glove, then the other white glove onto the
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the ground as she walked briskly from the palace ball. Hints of tears showed
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in her eyes as the cold air brought goose bumps and caused her nipples
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on her small breasts to harden. Almost in animosity toward her own body
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she did not take something to keep her warm as she walked. She cursed
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mother nature for the trick she had played on her. She had two older sisters
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and one younger sister, all three very attractive. But Selera was down right
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plain, and bordering on homely.
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Her father who was the nephew of the king and an ambassador of the
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kingdom was very proud of her, for she was an accomplished diplomat
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and politician. But at every social gathering he always spent the most
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time with her sisters, trying to hook them up with this prince or that
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noble. No man was ever interested in her, and tonight drilled that point
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home.
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A very handsome prince from a great northern kingdom was the guest
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of honor for this nights ball. And she had found herself talking to him.
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He was interested in her work with the eastern tribes and how she had
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managed a trade agreement that was going to bring a lot of revenue to the
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city and her father. She was very proud of her accomplishment and was
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happily talking about it when her oldest sister cut into the conversation.
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It was like Selera had disappeared. He was much more interested
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in her sisters lustrous hair, full red lips, and most of all her cleavage
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than he was in talking to Selera about politics. In no time the two were
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dancing and her father was beaming with delight. That's when she had to get
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out of the palace, before she did something, like try to kill her sister.
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Selera became aware that she was now in a park and that she had
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reached a small stream. She slumped on a rock and threw a stone into
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a pool of water that the stream fed. The splash and resulting klunk of the
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stone hitting the shallow bottom disturbed a still body not six feet from
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Selera.
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It was a young woman, around 18, perhaps 19 years of age. Vary close
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to her own age. The woman blinked and looked around, she had been crying
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recently. "How long have you been here?" asked Selera. "Hu?" paused the
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woman as she oriented on Selera. "I... I don't know. I fell asleep. I came
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during the day and now its evening."
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Selera now got a good look at the girl, she was dressed in peasant
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clothes and had long beautiful dark hair. In fact the woman was exceptionally
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beautiful, even more beautiful than any of her own sisters. Selera had to
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suppress a sudden projection of anger toward the woman, anger based in the
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reminder of her own lack of beauty.
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"So what problems bring you here?" asked Selera, "Problems choosing
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between boy friends?" Selera was surprised at the bitterness in her own
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voice and regretted the statement immediately. She looked away from the
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expression on the woman's face and threw another stone into the water.
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The woman's face looked like she had just been kicked. "Sorry."
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murmured Selera "What's your name?"
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"Sera." she said. "And yours?"
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"Selera. I'm really sorry, I'm having a bad night."
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"Sorry to hear it, I'm having a bad life."
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Selera heard emotions behind that statement that some how reminded
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her of herself. It had been a kind of statement that was rooted in anger
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toward the world in general. "Bad life eh?" Selera wondered.
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Sera adjusted herself to look across the stream. "You probably
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wouldn't understand, you look like you have plenty of money, if not
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connected with the royal family itself. You probably get pampered all day
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and go to parties all night. And are never harassed by brutish men."
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Selera humfed. "I hate pampering, I hate parties, I go on trips
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to foreign kingdoms where I eat abominable food and sleep on the ground
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in bug infested huts, and I wouldn't mind if any man would take an interest
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in me."
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Sera humfed. "You say that, but you don't know what it is to be
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beautiful and poor. You don't know how much I want to be plain like you."
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"And what I wouldn't give to posses your beauty." replied Selera.
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"Isn't this where some spirit shows up and offers to exchange our
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virtues for a piece of our soul, or however those tales go." Commented Sera.
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Selera chuckled, "Yea."
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"AT YOUR SERVICE." screeched an old woman's voice.
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The two women were completely startled, neither had seen the old
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woman approach.
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"I have been listening to your conversation and believe I can help."
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continued the old lady in a more normal voice.
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"Are you.. you a spirit?" mumbled Sera.
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The old woman cackled. "No, no my dear. I am just an old woman
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that likes to think of herself as a... a... Social Worker! Yes.. yes...
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a social worker is what- er... who I am."
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"Your a witch is who you are, I will not give any of my soul no
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matter what you offer." Selera said sternly and backed away from the
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woman and closer to Sera.
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"Witch, smitch, it doesn't matter what my trade be. What matters
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is that I may be of service to you. And your souls have no value to me.
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No, no... none at all...."
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"What service are you referring to old woman.", asked Sera.
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"The exchange of feminine virtues but of course, silly girl.... is
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that not the thing you both desire? Eh? Eh? Eh?"
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"And what is the payment you seek." asked Selera.
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"My payment is but a trivial thing, a little noting.... not much...
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I see you don't believe me.... well it is something. Five years of your
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youth. You can spare it at your tender age."
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Selera and Sera looked very doubtful.
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"It's your lucky day... yes it is... there's a sale on for
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mutual attribute transmogrific interchange spells... I'll do it for four
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years of your youth... Yes...? No... Three...?"
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"Two years and I'll do it, if its ok with Sera." decided Selera.
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"Only if I get some money out of the deal." decided Sera. "I don't
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want to be so poor anymore."
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The old woman looked uncertain. "Two years each... hum... and more
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money eh.... Young lady." the old woman addressed Sera, "would you be
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satisfied with your pay doubling in amount at where you work?"
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Sera thought about it and then nodded.
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"Then we are all in agreement? Ah... very good... very good......
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now you two relax, and when I point to you say your names twice."
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The old woman closed her eyes and murmured a moment then pointed.
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The two women said their names twice together. Each of them felt
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a little tingling for a moment and then all was quiet.
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"I shall return to this place in one moon..." trailed the voice of
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the old woman as if she was a long way away, and before she could no longer
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be heard she broke into a screeching cackle.
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The two women were alone with only the sound of the stream and the
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wind. Selera blinked and stared at Sera. "This is to weird, you gota look
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at your self."
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"I gota see me? You otta see you!"
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The two women looked into the pool of water. They were obviously
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themselves but at first they didn't recognize their own reflection. Selera
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saw fine bones and beautiful hair. She was also uncomfortable in a dress
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designed to hold breasts several times smaller than her new size. And
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Sera was amazed at her own plainness.
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"Who would have thought." mumbled Selera.
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****
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Selera was disappointed at best. For almost a year she had been
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working with the eastern tribes for a trade agreement, and now that the time
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has come to finalize the deal, she would not be there. Selera pushed her
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food around, but didn't feel like eating.
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"You should have seen it coming", she said to her self. In the
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past month she had found it increasingly difficult to carry on in a
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professional manner. Even her father has been treating her like glass work.
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Several important trips he had not allowed her to make because he had not
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been satisfied with the security. "Security!" humfed Selera. Places with
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security problems now had been just fine last year. And she was tired
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of gossip. Wild rumors had been spreading about affairs she has supposedly
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had. Many men have begun to outright ignore her. They wont admit it but
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Selera knew that their wives had insisted they have nothing to do with her.
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"Hi Selera!" squeaked Tran. 'Oh God' Selera thought to herself.
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Selera was sure this had to be the hundredth time today Tran had found her.
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Which would make sevenhundred this week. "Go away Tran." growled Selera.
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"Now what kind of treatment is that at this time of the night?"
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continued Tran undaunted. He sat down at the table entirely to close for
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Selera's comfort.
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"I'm tired and I'm going to go to bed now, good night Tran.", she
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said as she got up from the table, maybe she could be alone in the library.
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"Late? It's just right for a twilight walk, or hot tea, or lots
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of things, not bed." Suggested Tran.
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"Perhaps I could show you to your room." spoke a deeper voice.
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Selera recognized the voice of the prince from the north kingdom.
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He had returned for another diplomatic meeting this week.
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"Wh.. Why thank you my lord." stumbled Selera.
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"Please, use my name." Said the prince.
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"Of course my Lord Dalork." Selera breathed.
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Dalork laughed deeply and chided Selera. "Just Dalork, no titles.
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I am finished with official business this visit and am tired of formalities."
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Selera momentarily realized she was no longer in the kitchen but
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walking along an open path with Dalork toward the guest wing of the castle.
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"I should have planed to spend more time in your city, it truly
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is a beautiful place with so many parks and gardens." continued Dalork as
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he took Selera's hand and placed it at his elbow in the manner of an
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escorting male.
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To Selera the outside world fuzzed again as she tried to make herself
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believe she was not dreaming but actually holding Dalork's arm.
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"I must apologize, for I have been so distracted by you that I have
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habitually walked to my quarters. Would you care to join me in an evening
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drink before you part my company for your room?" asked Dalork.
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Selera was curious about how they had arrived at the guest complex
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so soon from the kitchen. Surly they had not traveled the ten minute walk
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in so short a time. Then it hit her as to what Dalork was asking. She
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floundered in her thinking and uttered something which Dalork decided was
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a yes.
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The suite that Dalork was using on his visit was one of the more
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spacious in the guest complex. With a total of twelve rooms for the guest,
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his personal servants and cooks. Dalork led Selera into a small entertaining
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room where there were comfortable seats and a small selection of bottles
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containing different colored drinks.
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Dalork poured two glasses from a bottle he selected and handed one
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to Selera. "It's a mild spice drink from my home country, I hope you like
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it." He said.
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Selera tried a sip and found it delightful. Dalork continued, "I am
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very glad to have a chance to continue our conversation that we were never
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able to finish at the ball of my last visit. You must finish telling me about
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the eastern tribes." Selera brightened and began the conversation eagerly.
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They had been talking for an hour or so when there came an extended
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pause in the discussion. Selera for the first time let her eyes wander from
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the prince and scanned the titles of a book shelf, where a particular title
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caught her eye. "That book there," Selera pointed, "where did you get it?"
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In the back of her mind Selera realized that there was something
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funny. She felt fine but the particular book she was bringing attention to
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was of a subject matter that normally made her very uncomfortable. The book
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had been in the castles main library until the librarian had seen her reading
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it. The librarian had immediately taken away the book and had severely
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chastised her for reading such a volume. She had never seen that book again,
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until now.
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Dalork arched an eyebrow. "I found that book when I was a young
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boy. I stole it from a priest who was about to burn it." Dalork paused
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and then asked with a searching look. "Are you interested in such things?"
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Some corner of Selera's mind was able recognize that something was
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very wrong. "I.. I should be leaving now." she said as she stood up.
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"I wouldn't like that." said Dalork in a voice that was deeper than
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she remembered it to be.
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Selera wavered a moment and then took several steps toward the
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door. Selera fought with all her will and was able to take the last step
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to the door, but there she stood and could not go further. "What have you
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done?" Selera asked with a voice that sounded like she was out of breath.
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"Me? nothing!" smiled Dalork. "The drink... lets just say you don't
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need a lot of verbal persuasion to get you to do something."
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"You.. you bastard. What do you want?" Selera was gripping the
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door frame, looking like she was about to flee from the room, but stayed
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quite still.
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"This past week I have been quite taken by your charms, Selera, and
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couldn't bring myself to leave this lovely city with out first tasting
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some of its fruit." Dalork then stood up and walked to the bookshelf. "You
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would have been a very easy straight fuck, Selera, but I didn't think you
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would have ever consented to how a woman of your beauty should really be
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treated." Dalork fingered the spine of the book Selera had noticed. He
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felt the relief of the title. "I'm a little less sure of that now. But it
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doesn't matter." He smiled. "This night I am going to enjoy, and perhaps
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so shall you. Please follow."
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Dalork exited the room and after a short moment of intense struggle,
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Selera also left the room and followed Dalork. Just before it was out of
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sight she glanced at the title of the book one last time, 'Of Giving and
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Receiving Sensual Pain'.
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****
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Sera grudgingly handed over her last tin coin to the guard as she
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passed the gate to enter the city. Tonight she would again not eat. As she
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walked home she passed several stands that sold fruits or bread and remembered
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when she could buy five loafs for one tin coin. Now she couldn't haggle the
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store keeper to buy one loaf for a tin.
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She was earning twice as much money now than she was a month ago
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but her living expenses had more than doubled. Food cost more, the landlord
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was becoming particularly non-understanding when it came time to pay rent
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where before he had allowed her to pay what she could afford. She also was
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paying a toll fee each week when she brought food to her mother.
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Hints of tears glistened in her eyes from memories triggered by that
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thought. Last week she had not eaten for two days and needed the money
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for food. When it had come time to pay the toll she had pleaded the guard
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to let her enter with out paying. But he had refused. That was when she
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offered herself in lieu of paying. The guard had laughed, and kept laughing
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as he returned to the guard shack, leaving the gate closed and locked.
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Sera had cried, for at that moment she realized that she had wanted
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the guard to accept. Sera felt ashamed that she had asked, and that she
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desired to be used as she had been used before. The humiliation of refusal
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suddenly crushed down on her and she began to run. Sera cried freely now
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as she ran, no longer paying attention to where she was going.
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***
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Dalork led Selera up stairs to the bedroom. Upon entering Selera
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noticed two things right away. First were the two women in the room,
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second was that neither of them had a shred of clothing on, both
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having the dark skin of the northern kingdoms. The taller of the two was
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hanging at the far wall. Her feet were spread wide apart by a spreader
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bar, her toes just touching the floor. Her hands were tied behind her back
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and attached to a leather belt around her waist. A single chain feeding from
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a winch attached to the wall led up to the ceiling, through a large metal
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loop, and down. Half way to the woman it split into two chains, each
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leading to a ratchet manacle tightly closed about the base of a large breast.
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Sweat covered her body as she slowly swayed by her breasts, and a ball gag
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muffled moans and grunts from her throat. Her hair dangled behind her in a
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long braid that reached the base of her ass.
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Kneeling in front of the taller woman was a smaller woman who also
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wore her hair in a long braid. Her build was more petite and she had
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smaller breasts. The nipples were each pierced by three rings in a horizontal
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pattern that interlocked the loops. She wore on the lower portion of her
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body a thin leather strap that fitted tightly between her ass cheeks, split
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and arched over each hip, then came down and was threaded through four
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piercings in each cunt lip, then rejoined at the anus. The effect was having
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her pussy stretched obscenely wide and exposing a large clitoris to the air.
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The small woman was wielding a pair of tiny pliers and was in the
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middle of plucking the taller woman's curly pubic hair from her cunt. About
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half of the job had been done, leaving behind smooth, slightly red skin and
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a pile of hair on the floor. She did not remove the hair with quick plucks,
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but grabbed three or four hairs and then slowly pulled. The taller woman would
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be gradually pulled forward and her cunt skin would be stretched from her
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body in a long skinny cone. She would dangle by her breasts and cunt hairs
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in agony like this for several moments, then the pull would become too great
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and the hairs would be plucked from her body. She would then gently swing
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back and forth until she could balance herself on the tips of her toes and
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ever so slightly relieve some of the pull on her breasts for a moment before
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the process started again.
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"These are two of my pets I brought from home." Dalork said
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motioning at the two women. Selera flushed with a mixture of disgust and
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embarrassment, and though she averted her head she looked out of the corner
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of her eyes. She was compelled to watch by a sense of fascination she had
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not felt the likes since childhood with the library book. It was not quite
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the same though, the fascination had matured some with age into other
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feelings like desire, and arousal. Selera was surprised, and confused by
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this reaction to the scene before her. These feelings transmuted into anger,
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the only feeling she found comfortable for the moment.
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"You, you bastard!" Selera whispered. Dalork smiled and chuckled
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a bit.
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"You must have me confused with my half brother." Dalork said lightly.
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He walked toward the two 'pets' and motioned for Selera to follow. Selera
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fought an internal battle for a moment, which ended in her following Dalork.
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"Lithel here has been neglectful in her chores of late." Dalork said
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as he indicated to the woman hanging by her breasts. "And now pays for
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her laziness." Dalork smiled and ran his finger from Lithel's elbow down
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to her armpit. The woman shuddered lightly and moaned. Selera wondered how
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long Lithel had been hanging by her breasts, they were a deep red, with
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hints of purple indicating that circulation was beginning to suffer. A
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condition that could lead to serious injury if prolonged.
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"Both my pets, Lithel, and Loinia here," Dalork said as he patted
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the shorter woman on the head while she continued to pluck hairs from
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Lithel's pussy. "despite their delicate beauty, are very resilient to damage
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and have remarkable healing abilities." It was like Dalork had understood
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the expression on Selera's face and answered the unsaid question.
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"They both come from the most northern tribes in my kingdom. There
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the people breed hearty in the harsh frozen hills. There women, with the
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exception of royalty, are possessions owned by men. They are bred not only
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for beauty, but for toughness. A trait needed to survive how the typical
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warrior male enjoys sex. We acquire some of these women by trade." Dalork
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smiled.
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"Barbaric." Selera stated.
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"Perhaps, but they do not hold the culture of many southern tribes
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in very high regard themselves. Your kingdom and the eastern tribes that
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border it make up but a small part of the land, its values are not shared
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by all. Do not judge other cultures, or impose your values upon them.
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These women would not think twice of taking arms against any invader
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and defending their way of life. My father has built one of the most
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powerful kingdoms by respecting the differences of other cultures." Dalork
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made a thoughtful face, then added quickly "Except for when they are
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downright incompatible with your own, in which case you wipe them out."
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Dalork paused, then smiled again and continued. "Anyway I digress,
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my intentions are not to give political sermons, but to deal with the
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matter at hand." Dalork's smile widened. "And I need you to help me!"
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Dalork led Selera around and behind Lithel as he talked. "Lithel
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has an itch she can't scratch, and you are going to scratch it for her."
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Dalork produced a Cat with nine braided tails and placed it into Selera's
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hand. "This is great for scratching itches, and Lithel's ass really itches."
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Selera stood motionless and contemplated the whip in her hand. She
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tried but could not make her self drop the whip, or run from the room.
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She was inexorably pulled into action by forces more compelling than she
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had ever felt before.
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The first stroke was trivial by any standard. Dalork looked as
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though he was going to comment, but said nothing. Selera felt the wrongness
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of the act. The moment required, demanded, something more, and Selera
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let the moment carry her away.
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HissssThwak!
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Selera resonated with the action, her body felt like it was buzzing.
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Lithel's moan sent shivers through Selera's body, causing a sensation that
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registered barely to her mind as sexual pleasure. Selera studied the pattern
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the whip had left on Lithel's ass. It looked like it belonged there, it
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felt right, but in her mind it was far from complete.
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Selera did not know how many strokes of the whip she had placed
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across Lithel's ass, but the end result was quite impressive. The color
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had wholly changed to a nice glowing red, with darker streaks criss-crossing
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the perfect globes of her ass. Lithel's high pitched cries faded into a
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low moan that sounded almost content to Selera's ear.
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"Nice." commented Dalork. "Now come over here, you have worked hard
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and deserve a reward."
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Selera followed Dalork's lead to where Loinia was laying on her back
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on the floor. Selera was unable to focus her mind and could only respond
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to Dalork's guidance.
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"Now raise your dress up over your hips and let Loinia clean you
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up." Dalork coaxed.
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Indeed as Selera raised her dress, there was a rather abundant
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amount of fluid coating her cunt and the sides of her inner thighs.
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Dalork guided Selera down onto Loinia. The first contact between Selera's
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pussy and Loinia's lips caused her to start. But Dalork insistently eased
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Selera back down.
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Loinia proceeded to clean the fluids from Selera's thighs and cunt,
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and then began to rhythmically massage and penetrate Selera's pussy with
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her tongue. Selera's breath quickened and she instinctively rubbed her left
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breast through the fabric of her dress. This continued for several minutes
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with out progression.
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"Here, take these and coach Loinia into a more satisfactory state."
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Said Dalork as he placed several long thin needles about 3.5 inches
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long in Selera's hand.
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Selera did not pause, she knew what the needles were for, and did
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not pretend ignorance in there use. She took one into her right hand and
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contemplated Loinia's left breast. Selera lowered the needle's point to
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a position at the edge of Loinia's areola and applied pressure to the needle
|
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as she slightly twirled it.
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Loinia made a brief high pitched squeak and quickened her pace on
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Selera's cunt while the needle slid through her nipple. When the needle
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exited out the other side of her areola Loinia made another squeak.
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Selera repeated the action with Loinia's right breast. The
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increase in the stimulation of Selera's cunt caused several small orgasms
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to form, but they only wet her appetite for more. She took another needle
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and instead of piercing through Loinia's breast, she stabbed the center of
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the nub and buried it deep in Loinia's breast.
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Loinia went frantic and ate Selera's pussy with such force that
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Selera now bounced up and down with the rhythm. A second needle was
|
|
buried in Loinia's other breast in the same manner as before, causing
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the frenzy to be sustained, and allowing Selera to reach her final orgasm.
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After Selera stopped groaning she stood up, dropping the rest
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of the needles on the floor. Loinia was still panting heavily, causing the
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needles in her breasts to quiver.
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"A woman of your beauty and birth should have slaves of her own to
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use as she pleases. You could own male slaves, not just females. Of course
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such things are forbidden in your kingdom, but not mine..." hinted Dalork,
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though Selera seemed to miss it.
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"How... How could you..." Selera began but could not finish. "You
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|
forced..." Selera tried again but could not complete the sentence with
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out stopping for the breath her lungs demanded.
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"Forced?" Dalork asked. "No one was forced to do anything today,
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unless you count walking up stairs. My drink influenced you in that way
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only a few minutes before it wore off, it does lower ones inhibitions some
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|
for a while afterwards, but thats all. The rest of the time you were free
|
|
to leave this room at any time."
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Selera knew it was true. In her own mind she had known that the
|
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drink had worn off, but some part of her had wanted to use it as a pretext
|
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to stay, to do what she had done. The realization was upsetting, confusing,
|
|
and at the moment, unacceptable.
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|
Selera found herself running, out the guest complex, out of the
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courtyard, and beyond. She didn't pay attention, she just ran.
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****
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Sera and Selera immediately recognized each other by the stream.
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|
They had both arrived at the same time, exactly where they had stood one
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|
moon cycle ago. Realizing the absurdness of such a coincidence they both
|
|
looked to where the witch had been standing... was standing.
|
|
The witch looked much the same as before, but if one looked closely
|
|
her complexion was a little paler before, and there had been more gray hair.
|
|
"Ahhhh so we meet again... yes... again... quite fortunate don't you
|
|
think? Well... maybe you wouldn't think so, but fortunate none the less."
|
|
came the familiar voice of the witch.
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"You bitch!" exploded Selera. "You knew... you probably set the whole
|
|
thing up." Selera finished, losing her momentum. Selera sat down suddenly
|
|
feeling exhausted.
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|
"You tricked me." started Sera. "You made it so I would be poorer,
|
|
not richer." Sera also sat down.
|
|
The witch smiled a slow knowing smile and her speech changed from
|
|
its usual drawn out pitch to a more articulate one. "You tricked yourself,
|
|
little girl." she said to Sera. "Your perception of the world did not
|
|
match the reality of the world. It's upsetting, and it makes you angry.
|
|
You blame me instead of yourself, because that lets you keep some shred
|
|
of your illusion. And its easier to. Don't feel bad though, it's in the
|
|
nature of you humans to create your own illusions, and then fight tooth
|
|
and nail to sustain them. It's your weakness, and sometimes your strength."
|
|
The witch cackled.
|
|
"I don't know how Selera feels about it, but I want my beauty back."
|
|
said Sera into the ground.
|
|
The witch turned her attention to Selera and studied her with
|
|
piercing eyes. Selera watched the water and said nothing. "You also
|
|
discovered that to different states there are different advantages, and
|
|
disadvantages. This is nothing a boy can't tell you, but the reality
|
|
of experience teaches the lesson like no fable can."
|
|
"My work means the most to me." Said Selera in a slow deliberate
|
|
voice. She sat thoughtfully for a moment, then continued. "I agree to
|
|
trade again." she concluded.
|
|
"Ahhhh... very good.... very good... and now for the fee... half
|
|
your soul?" The witch said reverting back to her normal speaking voice.
|
|
Sera gasped and Selera backed away from the witch.
|
|
"I... I thought it would be two years, like the first time." complained
|
|
Sera.
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|
"Well... you know, demand changes, yes... right now there's a run on
|
|
soul... The supernatural market is a fickle thing, yes it is..." the witch
|
|
said.
|
|
"You will get none of my soul." Selera stated flatly. Sera nodded her
|
|
head in agreement.
|
|
The witch studied the two intently then proposed, "A fifth of your
|
|
soul? Less than half my original offer, quite a nice deal, yes..."
|
|
The two girls shook there heads sternly.
|
|
"No soul eh? Oh well... tis a shame, yes... ok, ten years of your
|
|
youth."
|
|
Sera gasped again.
|
|
"You can have two years or nothing at all." Selera said flatly.
|
|
The witch stared at the two for a while then frowned. "Fine, nothing
|
|
it is... such a shame... such a shame..." The witch began to turn away.
|
|
"Three years, please?" asked Sera.
|
|
The witch stopped and looked back. Selera paused then nodded.
|
|
"Ok... ok... I'll do it for three. Charity work it is... bloody
|
|
charity work. You girls know the drill, when I point say your names
|
|
three times. I should tell you though, the effect of the first spell will
|
|
not be entirely reversed. It's impossible to completely separate the mud
|
|
from the wine once you mix them." The witch paused then screwed up her face.
|
|
"Sorry, wrong example... wrong allusion... oh well never mind."
|
|
The witch mumbled a few moments then pointed. The girls said their
|
|
names three times each. The familiar tingling sensation returned, then
|
|
all was quiet.
|
|
Selera and Sera went to the pool to find their reflections. Selera
|
|
was plain again, and Sera was very beautiful. But some of the original
|
|
trade could be seen. Selera wasn't so painfully plain, but just ordinary.
|
|
Perhaps with some makeup she could actually look pleasant. And Sera wasn't
|
|
so painfully beautiful, but just very lovely. The two girls thought that
|
|
maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.
|
|
|
|
****
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|
|
|
Selera watched from the wall as Dalork's caravan made its way north
|
|
to the horizon. Even now she felt the pull. "I could get on a horse and
|
|
catch up in an hour." she said to herself. But she did nothing, like
|
|
so many times during the past day, when she wanted to tell him that his
|
|
hint had not gone unnoticed.
|
|
But she was too afraid, afraid that Dalork would loose interest
|
|
in her now that her beauty had become average. Perhaps even more
|
|
afraid of daring to believing that one could live a fantasy life from your
|
|
dreams.
|
|
Selera twirled a long hat pin in her hand and thought of needles.
|
|
She sighed and looked again at the ever shrinking caravan, wondering again
|
|
how long the ride would be by horse.
|
|
"There you are! Where have you been the last couple of days?" piped
|
|
Tran.
|
|
Selera looked over at him as he walked toward her on the rampart.
|
|
"Hi Tran." she said. Her total aging of five years had not much changed
|
|
how she looked, but why people never outright noticed her changes in
|
|
beauty was a mystery to her. Selera figured it must be part of the spell
|
|
the witch used.
|
|
"I finally found you alone, where there's no one else to cause you
|
|
to forget I even exist." Tran said in light way, but you could tell there
|
|
was some feeling behind it.
|
|
Selera winced, she knew how that felt. "Sorry Tran." she said.
|
|
Tran smiled. "That's ok, I know I don't hold a flame up to Dalork,
|
|
him being a real prince and all. One can hope though, one can try."
|
|
That caused Selera to look at Tran for a long moment, then slowly
|
|
back to the horizon where the low sun reflected off a tiny dust cloud in
|
|
the distance. "Tell you what Tran, we can be friends. Don't get the wrong
|
|
idea, just friends."
|
|
Tran made a disgusted look on his face. "Gawad, you had to say that,
|
|
didn't you? Make me vomit." But Tran broke into a smile though continued to
|
|
shake his head.
|
|
"Come on, I'll treat you to a sandwich in the kitchen." Selera said
|
|
pulling on Tran's arm. "Besides..." she said as they walked. She handed
|
|
him the hat pin and continued, "I have serious doubts that we are even
|
|
close to being compatible. I might have some friends you might like to
|
|
meet though."
|
|
Tran held the hat pin in confusion, then it registered what Selera
|
|
was talking about. "Yea? You think so?"
|
|
Selera just smiled.
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|
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|
****
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|
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|
Sera grunted when the guard managed to push the head of his huge
|
|
dick past her sphincter. With each pump the guard pushed into Sera a little
|
|
deeper, pulling grunts and gasps from her throat as her anus was stretched
|
|
ever wider. When the guard had half the length of his penis into Sera's
|
|
ass, he had the sudden urge to urinate. He went with the feeling and
|
|
filled Sera's bowls with piss. Sera, on her hands and knees, looked over
|
|
her shoulder as her bowls were filled like a ball.
|
|
The fit of the guard's dick in Sera's ass was so tight that not a
|
|
drop of the urine was able to escape. Feeling better, the guard then
|
|
continued his journey into her. Sera felt the hot piss work its way deeper
|
|
into her bowls, and the guard's dick was a painful impaling with each deep
|
|
stroke.
|
|
The guard infront of her slapped her across the face, then grabbed her
|
|
by the hair and pushed her face down on his own dick. "Stop watching your
|
|
ass and start sucking." he said. Sera swallowed the last of the cum from
|
|
the first guard who had fucked her in the mouth. That guard had filled her
|
|
mouth to overflowing despite her drinking as fast as she could. The last
|
|
mouthful she had just swallowed was from being told to lick up the spill
|
|
off the table. Selera's grunts were now muffled groans as the guard
|
|
filled her mouth and throat with his meat.
|
|
Sera took her left hand and placed her fingers to either side of the
|
|
giant dick being shoved into her cunt by the same guard that had came in
|
|
her mouth just moments before. She felt the guard's dick become coated by
|
|
her own abundant juices and become slick and slippery. The two guards
|
|
fucking her ass and cunt started to hammer hard, causing her breasts to
|
|
slap forward and back.
|
|
On her nipples were clamps, given to her by her husband, screwed down
|
|
very tightly. They were decorated by precious stones and made of precious
|
|
metals. They had been given to her on her wedding night. With each bounce
|
|
of her tits, spikes of pain lanced through her breasts, reminding her fondly
|
|
of the honeymoon from which marks still remained on her back, ass, and
|
|
breasts.
|
|
She had married the head guard. She had grown accustomed, then
|
|
fond of the half hairy dick that was so good at mercilessly pounding into
|
|
her. He wasn't a bad man when you got to know him. Actually he was
|
|
a very big hearted man, who shared what he had when he could. After all,
|
|
he was sharing her with three of his buddies right now.
|
|
Sera smiled, if that was possible with your mouth filled with a
|
|
giant cock, while you tried to scream in masive pain/pleasure orgasims.
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