I was pressed down on the bed; the weight of the frightened Elenore above me kept me pinned down.

Normally I would just have thrown her off me and faced our attacker but now even thinking about fighting made the shackles constraining my hands shine with magic runes. Each try to use my supernatural strength would make the runes flare and remind me that I currently had just the strength of a regular girl.

Actually I could not help myself from moaning in desire as his cock again forced itself into my unprotected sex. I was far to addicted to sex for me to not enjoy even this kind of non consensual sex.

I thought again about resisting, but Elenore above me had taken the blows when our attacker punished us on my last attempt. By now she was far too afraid to enjoy anything of this, this only worked to increase my level of frustration as I struggled with not enjoying the fucking too much. Why was my body so slutty?

I never knew that the enhanced strength granted to me by my cursed sword could be removed by a pair of shackles. The mercenary raping us had come for revenge because I took his money and somehow he on the way to me he found holy shackles that could be used to control me.

As he began the rape he had boasted about intending to keep us as sex slaves until he delivered us to a temple. Why would holy items work for him when he was planning something so sinister?

Maybe it was simply that the weight of my sins was so huge that I deserved everything he could deliver. Sins that I had intended to transfer to my enemy Carmen Elisa, but how would that be possible with me captured?

He grunted in lust and pulled out of my sex, I felt a flash of envy as Elenore whimpered into my ear as he entered her. Through the lust I also felt hatred, I would make him pay for making me and Elenore the victims!

My slutty body might be enjoying even this degrading rape, but somehow I must find a way to escape the trap.

What would happen to my quest for vengeance if he delivered me to some monastery?

A part of me felt thrilled at the possibility of trying seducing monks or nuns to make my escape, but what if they recognized the cursed sword Nachtal and knew what I could do?

The demon in Nachtal always direct me to commit sins and abuse victims, the track record from previous users of sword must have left the church with plenty of evidence of what a person cursed by Nachtal is capable of. Seducing people sworn to celibacy that knew the truth about the demon I serve might not be possible at all.

My line of thought was disrupted as Lucas, the damn sellsword, forced his cock into my sex again. He was fucking me again and chuckling as he took advantage of our bodies.

Actually I heard something in his voice, he was thinking that he had won. That by me moaning in pleasure as he fucked me he had somehow defeated my will and enslaved me.

I felt myself grinning in anticipation, maybe it was simple as that he did not believe me to be a real mercenary. He must have seen the carnage I caused at the robbers hideout, but earlier he talked about me being unable to do demon summoning.

It was probably easier for his male ego to believe I have summoned a demon to break free from the robbers than me actually having the skills and strength needed to mutilate all those enemies.

I stopped trying to keeping my lust in line and gave my best performance of digging the sex. He grunted in approval as he heard my increased frequency of moaning. He matched by increasing the pace of the fucking.

I did my best to use my the muscles of my sex to give him the maximum pleasure. The effort paid off and he grunted as he spilled his load deep inside of me. I faked that I had a simultaneous orgasm and I could hear his satisfied chuckle as he heard my apparent pleasure.

He rolled off us and the whimpering Elenore could finally roll of my back, it was such a relief to finally be able to breath freely.

I did not get many moments to enjoy this brief boon before he cruel fingers took hold of me and dragged me over on my back. Confused I looked up at him when he suddenly hit my exposed left tit with powerful swing, it hurt like hell.

“Just that you don’t get any funny ideas!” he threatened as he raised his hand to deliver another a hard jab.

I pretended to be crying as I shook my head violently, “No please, I know my place now!”

He delivered another sinister chuckle and turned towards the bed side table where he had left the knife.

Elenore still had her arms tied in front of her after the earlier bondage sex with Frank the owner of the house. The rope holding Elenore bound landed in my hand and I felt triumph. I hid my smile until he looked away.

You actually pick a few skills when you are constantly traveling, myself I learned the basic of knots when I went over the sea to search for Carmen on the other side of the ocean. I might currently be shackled, but my fingers had no trouble to use the rope to form a noose

I would only get one chance for this but it would be a very good chance with the stupid mercenary thinking he had me defeated just because I enjoyed the sex.

The noose went over his head the moment before he took the knife. I heard him grunting in surprise as he turned to look at me. Obviously he could not imagine I would tighten the noose enough for it to be truly dangerous. How I longed to prove him wrong!

He raised his hand to pull the still slightly loose noose off instead of going for the knife. He had nasty grin on his lips as he yanked at the rope. My grin was wider as I kicked Elenore out of the bed.

The look of surprise on Lucas face as Elenore’s body weight tightened the noose instantly was priceless. He could not keep his balance and toppled over on the bed.

By now he desperately clawed at the noose to loosen it. He heard me moving behind him and quickly rolled around on his back to get a clear view of what I was doing.

I don’t think he liked what he saw. I had used the opportunity to stand up and now I stomped on his groin; putting all my weight into it.

With him on the flexing bed I didn’t quite get full effect I was hoping for, but he still crawled into a ball totally speechless from the horrible agony.

I used the opportunity to wrap my legs around his neck and make sure the noose stayed as tightly as possible. Somehow he even through the agony of his groin he understood the danger and I felt his fingers gripping after my legs.

Unfortunately for him now he now both had the suffocating noose and my legs strangulating him and his leverage was poor. His finger was desperately digging into my legs and it hurt a lot, but there is nothing supernatural about my pain tolerance that the holy shackles could take away.

My pain tolerance has been built over time when getting minor injuries during battles and with him intending to handling me over to the clerics I knew that I must prevail now or risk that I never can get rid of my sins by sending Carmen Elisa to hell.

His struggle for air actually kind of made my horny again. It was the second time I murdered somebody by strangling them and it was actually kind of sexy. I let go of the rope and just squeezed with my legs as I let my fingers play over my torso.

Touching my tits is nice, but truly nothing special compared to touch the rest of my naked torso that feels so awesome.

Elenore had crawled back up on the bed and I gave her an encouraging nod. She understood me perfectly and whirled the rope around her hands and pulled.

There was not really any need to tighten the noose even further to strangle the bastard, but a rope dangling free so close to my sex had interesting possibilities.

I moaned as the rough rope touched my clit. She was looking tired and sweaty, but still very cute as she sat there bound by the same rope that strangled Lucas.

I smiled as she used the rope to tease my sex by dragging it left and right over my exposed sex. Lucas fingers that struggled to find leverage to hurt me was insignificant as I watched my little sex slave kneeling in front of me.

She was actually getting into it as she saw me tremble each time to rope slid over my clit. She smiled wickedly and bent forward towards my left tit. I felt her hot tongue play over my nipple but I was waiting for teeth. She did not disappoint me and I squirmed as I felt her teeth torment my nipple, it felt wonderful.

I leaned sideways to get a glance at her tummy that was not as flat any more. Inside of her there was a child conceived by cum originating from the demon in the sword. Watching the slight bulge that had started to appear there made the situation even better for me.

I moaned as the rope pleasured my clit and my cute little sex slave alternated between my left and right nipple. Each time she reached the nipple she bit it a bit harder, but the moments between when her hot tongue was painting patterns on my sex also felt wonderful.

I kept moaning in pleasure to encourage to continue as I realized the damn mercenary was dead. While I was distracted he had stopped trying to get free and now he lay there with open eyes staring at nothing.

With a grunt of relief I unwrapped my legs around him and pulled Elenore to me for a long kiss. She responded strongly and our tongues dueled inside her mouth, into my mouth and back to hers.

Finally we broke the kiss and she sat back with a satisfied smile on her lips. I had not come yet, but in truth the sex had been so good that I did not really care.

The corpse beside us on the bed also had something to do with. It might sound weird with the body disturbing me since I often masturbate in the pool of blood from my enemies, but honestly that is different.

The habit to use the sword to pleasure myself after combat is something I have learned to do keep the demon satisfied, that does not mean I enjoy having sex next to dead corpses.

I tried to use my teeth to pull the sprints off from the shackles, but they would not budge.

“What happened to your strength?” Elenore asked as she crawled away as long distance from the corpse as possible while still constrained by the rope.

“Restrained by the magic of these holy shackles,” I responded. “Magic is probably preventing me from pulling the sprints, can you try to get them out?”

Elenore arms and hands were still bound by the rope, but her fingers was free enough for her take hold on one of the sprints that kept the shackle together. Just like that I was free again and now I had no problem to pull the second sprint myself.

I smiled as I felt supernatural strength returning to me and within moments I had ripped apart the rope that held her arms bound. Sure, we had a knife on the bed side table that would have been more easy to use, but I wanted to show off now when my strength had returned.

“Greedy bastard, I suppose he will in after life regret he did not take the offer for money,” Elenore said.

“Speaking about regrets it was stupid of me to no consider what would haven when I took every coin from the robber’s hideout,” I replied

“What now?” she asked as looked at the messy bed where the mercenary lay dead with a noose around his neck.

“I think we hogtie the corpse, wipe the cum from our bodies around his ass and then leave before the wife comes home,” I said.

“Poor little Frank, not just accidentally raping his daughter but also getting accused of raping and killing an unknown man found in their bed,” Elenore purred.

I could tell that she loved idea how Frank’s life would soon turn miserable. The poor man thought he had bondage sex with his two female guests, but had in fact raped his hogtied daughter.

Elenore’s tale about me having a thing for my lover claiming to be my father during the fucking had tricked him into saying things that would make Lauri think the rape was very intentional. On top of that Frank now had an unknown dead mercenary in his bed.

“Would be lovely if the cum we apply end inside his ass, care to use a broom handle to administer it?” I asked.

“That would be great, can I leave the broom inside his ass?” she asked.

“Great idea. It will increase the chance they realize there is cum there also. I wonder if the wife will believe Frank and Lauri when they claim we were here?” I suggested playfully.

Elenore gave me a stare filled with anticipation. “I would like to stay and watch as the wife comes home to find this mess,” she suggested with an eager tone in her voice.

“I would love to too, but it is plausible they will organize a manhunt just to check if we exist. If we are really gone, people are bound to think the tale about us here is an a lame excuse to explain away a sex game that went wrong,” I said.

“I understand, if they find us two strangers in the neighborhood you will need to carve a bloody path away from this little town,” she admitted.

“Indeed, I don’t think any local guards will be a real threat but any priests summoned to divine the truth afterwards or soldiers sent out to investigating a murder spree would on the other hand make travel towards the capital a real challenge,” I said.

“Seems we must settle with to fantasy about the mess Frank will be in,” Elenore answered with an evil grin matching my own. She went after the broom as I hogtied the corpse.

This was such a perfect night to serve the cursed sword Nachtal.

* * *

A number of weeks later we finally reached Netter’s Harbour. The travel had been eventless after our sneaky exit from small town where we had been doing our mischief with Frank’s family.

Elenore’s tummy was growing bigger and bigger over time and was by now slightly visible even when she had her clothes on. We both avoided talking about it, we had more pressing matters to consider; Like how to approach the town without the guards arresting us when they did see my sword?

“What if you…like transform the sword again?” Elenore asked as we covered in some bushes a fair distance away from the large city walls. There was a clear hint of excitement in her voice.

Outside on the country road I had not felt it was a good idea to play around openly with the sword even though Elenore kept asking about it.

Careful watchers might have wondered what object we carried wrapped in a carpet, but a sword would not be anyone’s first guess. Bringing the sword out in the open would really be to tempt fate. The huge sword and especially the dildo shaped handle did always attract lots of attention.

Myself I was satisfied with to cuddle in the same blanket, but my little slave obviously had a craving for more.

“I can see you like that plan,” I answered and took a grab of her ass. She giggled as felt my fingers tracked her ass cheeks through the linen cloth.

Me with the sword inside me as a magic cock, it was bound to end with us fucking. I pulled my hand back, we really needed to get inside the city.

“Problem with that idea is that only the sword transforms. The sheet for the sword still take some space even if we fold it together. The guards for a large city get a cut from things to declare for strangers entering, they are bound to search everything. Only locals that pay taxes can get passage without getting searched.” I explained.

“Oh, I remember now,” Elenore said. “At the toll station we hid the sword sheet among the packages. I forgot that part.”

“Would perhaps have been better if we had stayed with the caravan?” Elenore suggested.

“The number of wares in robber’s hideout were huge. Getting the wares them down to coast before winter would be a challenge, getting them to the capital would be impossible. I am not prepared to take the gamble to pause my quest for revenge for the whole winter,” I replied.

“Okay, any other ideas about how we can pose as locals?” Elenore asked.

“My best current idea is more about where we might try our luck,” I said. “I remember my father talking about visiting a religious altars outside of Netter’s Harbour. Originally it was intended for travelers when starting a journey, but father also mentioned there was a custom for desperate people from the town going there when they wanted to pray to the gods.”

“How do you mean desperate?” Elenore wondered.

“At the traveling altars there are fewer neighbors watching so people that are really desperate prefer to go there. With luck we can find somebody to bribe to bring us into the city,” I said.

“Somebody that is pious enough to pray, but open to take bribes,” Elenore commented, but then added. “Actually I might want to pray some myself so I don’t mind going there.”

She was looking down at her slightly round tummy and I chose to remain silent.

It felt good to have sort of a plan, the only problem was that I was unsure about entering with my sword. My own research about the background Nachtal had without much effort revealed lots of tales about the demon in the sword. Quite many priests had encountered people wearing the sword and made notes about the encounters. I could not discount the possibility that they had done so because they could sense the magic or the evilness of the sword.

Maybe if I knew for sure the power in the sword was dormant I could have taken the chance to walk by the holy altars, but the power of the sword could hardly be dormant if was transformed by magic. Walking into the holy site grounds with a mysterious long package wrapped in a carpet, also seemed like a very bad idea.

One option would have been to send Elenore along on her own, but I suspected I would need to stay close to give her instructions if she found a target to bribe.

Actually there was also the danger that the holy people might sense the unholy child growing inside her. I needed to be close if there was a need to arrange a rescue.

All things considered I guessed the chance for Elenore’s to go undetected was better than mine. Most likely the child would be hidden by her own natural aura and thus the best option seemed for me to wait outside the gates with the sword transformed into a magic cock so that would make it harder to spot.

The sword transformed to magic cock might be a really large cock, but not so large that I could not hide it below my clothes.

There would of course be a telltale bulge but it would be less noticeable than a long carpet roll. Wrapping the carpet into a smaller package would make it far less noticeable.

The autumn weather was surprisingly good here down by the coast as I pulled my linen pants down to expose my pussy. In front of me I had the huge dildo handle, but honestly I was all tensed up and nervous.

I tried to relax as I prepared myself from pushing the dildo inside me. To be honest I dreaded using the transformation magic due to the mess last time. I had become so lethargic from exhaustion that robbers could abuse me until I fainted from exhaustion.

“Need assistance?” Elenore asked with a playful tone in her voice.

That settled it, I pushed dildo into me as quickly as I could. The metal was cold as it entered me, or maybe not as cold as usual. Could it be true that I was close enough for the sword to detect the presence of Carmen Elisa?

When I got enough of the dildo inside me it became animated. The metal dildo twisting in a fashion impossible for any real cock that ever have entered my sex. I enjoyed the feeling as I pushed more and more of the dildo into me. It seemed impossible that my poor little pussy would fit the metal dildo, but by now I trusted the magic and kept pushing more of it into me even if it felt like I would tear apart.

Finally I took all of it into me and felt the strange sensation as the sword turned into magic cock. I could feel the magic draining my power, but it would be many hours before it would start to wear me down in any significant way.

I realized I was being silly; When the magic drained me last time I had been subjected to the magic for literally days before my exhaustion became a problem.

Even more important the problem by then had been that I did not know how to end the transformation so I was stuck without weapons close to the armed robbers.

Honestly I still did not know for sure how to end the transformation, but I had a good guess that it was tied to me simply wanting to end the transformation. At the robbers hideout I just wished for it to be sword again and then it happened when I had fainted. Now I felt confident that I would figure it out if there was a need to use the sword.

“I want you to fuck me,” Elenore said in a husky voice.

“When we have entered Netter’s Harbour,” I promised her as I pulled my clothes in order to cover my sudden maleness.

We walked to the entrance to a holy site. I really enjoyed to in secret be having the cursed dildo working my sex. It felt so very wicked to do this in secret; I loved every moment of it.

Quite many others also took a break outside the entrance to eat and rest before they entered the site or continue their travel so I was hidden in the crowd.

We had wrapped the carpet with our sleeping blankets so for a casual looker it would just look like we had winter blankets that took more space.

This particular set of blankets also had all the coins I had assembled hidden inside so it was truly valuable. There had been plenty of silver in the robbers treasure chest and I was actually starting to wonder if I should spend some of them.

Elenore did not complain when she had to carry the bedroll with the coins, but I could tell that she found the weight taxing.

What good did the fortune really do to me? The most obvious effect of the fortune was that I could not move past toll stations without lots of questions asked.

I studied the people arriving. Most people seemed to be travelers coming back to the city. I considered some merchants that looked rather gloom in mood, but how could I know if their business really was so bad they would be open for a bribe or if they just was wondering if their wife or husband was cheating on them while they were away?

Elenore came back, but she did have little useful to report.

“How shall I know what to look for? Most people are just praying in silence by one or more alters and then they leave?” she complained.

I was on the way to try to answer when I saw a coach wagon arrive from the city. From the sign on the coach it was a general couch service, but the thin woman who stepped out was clearly a noble. The paleness of her and the fact that did not show any signs of being wearied down by mundane labor was a clear giveaway.

I would put her at about ten or fifteen years older than me, but that still left her as middle aged. I could not tell what noble house she belonged to since she had ritual black clothes that is used while mourning.

She paid the coach driver and walked into the ritual hills with heavy steps. A noble lady that could not afford a coach of her own, and had no servant on such an important trip as a temple visit. It sounded very promising. She surely behaved like gloom and doom awaited her.

“I want you to follow that noble lady. Pay extra attention to if she makes an offering at Melhal the merchant god’s altar and what she actually is offering,” I ordered.

“Okay,” Elenore said and hurried inside.

Quite a while later the noble woman returned and stood impatiently waiting for a wagon to come and fetch her. That she had not paid for the wagon to wait for her was quite telling. Elenore came back to my side.

“She spent most of the time by the altar of Ranulla the godess of death and judgment, but on the way out she offered a wooden coin at Melhal’s alter,” Elenore said.

“Yes this is it,” I said and walked over to the woman.

Elenore followed me impatiently, she did not seem to know the significance of a wooden coin offered to the god of trading. You can not offer coins that belong to somebody else to the god of trade, the wooden coin had been the solution for those noblemen in heavy debt that want to pay their respects even when they are totally broke.

The common people usually just moves their faith to some of the other gods that they think favors them better, but nobles often cannot drop the idea that they deserve a fortune.

“Sorry to intrude on your privacy,” I said. “My name is Lydia. I give you my condolences for your mourning, but hope it will not be too much of a burden if we discuss business,“ I said.

“Disturbing me by the ritual site, have you no decency. I am very aware of the coins I have to pay!” the lady exclaimed and spat at the ground in front of me.

“No, not like that,” I objected. “I have something very different in mind.”

“You want me invest money into some promising venture, go try to scam some other noblemen that is not broke,” the woman responded bitterly.

“How much do you actually own the money lenders?” I asked. Better to find out before going further. I was not too worried, with the fortune I carried most debts among the nobles would be small. Still it might sound suspicious if I did not ask before making my proposal.

“Bloody 1200 silver coins in case you must know,” the woman answered. I had her attention by now. I gave her my best smile.

“I assume it is your late husband who is responsible?” I asked. I reasoned the mourning clothes must be for her husband since else he would have followed here.

“Very much, I suspected the business to be bad, but was not prepared for there to be debt left after they had taken all my husbands warehouses and inventory. Since I am a noble woman in mourning they can not touch the estate without the consent of Lord Netters, but they confiscated every coin I had at the bank. I had to let the servants go since I could not pay them. I have petitioned to Lord Netter’s for mercy, but he himself lost quite some coin due to my damned husband’s bad trade so I have little hope he will help me much when they want to claim the house,” the woman said.

“I suspect you complemented suicide inside at Ranulla’s alter, but I have a better solution. Start to work for me and I promise you somewhere to stay and will help you with necessary expenses in the meantime,” I said.

“Working for you?” the noble woman asked totally perplexed. “You look like some ragtag adventurers. What work could you possible offer me that might help my current predicament?”

“If we are honest this work that I need your help with might be something the law clerks might have objections to, but I doubt you will end in a worse predicament than you are now,” I said, making sure to not speak so loud that nearby people could hear us. “What is your name?”

“I am lady Elisabeth Navore, but I must warn you this all sounds very suspicious. It is not like I can neglect to listen to any offers made in my current situation, but why should I trust you?” lady Navore asked.

“Lady Navore, you were married to baron Esthaban Navore. Last I heard he was investing heavily into trade with the Saranda islands,” I said.

There was actually more to the story. If I recall correctly, there had been extensive rumors about him making the trading deals because he had a crush on the Queen Selphie of Saranda and was trying to gain access to her bed.

“You have some serious knowledge about the affairs of the nobles. Who are you?” lady Navore asked.

“Let me assure you I am of noble birth, but I will not pay you to know my secrets. Just like I don’t intend to go into detail about why your husband invested so heavily into contacts with Saranda. I don’t want to humiliate you,” I said and nodded towards her.

At my words I saw hurt in her eyes. She had also heard the rumors of her husband courting the foreign Queen and did not like me referring to it.

“The coach I ordered seems to be on its way here and I can not spare coins for him to stay while we talk. Describe your so called work or be gone,” lady Navore threatened.

“I want to buy your house and all inventory for 1300 silver pieces and that you keep living there for the upcoming weeks so that nobody understands you have sold it to me. Officially you will claim to have hired me and Elenore to help you run the house. Your job will be to convince all people including any of your old personal that you rehire that everything is fine and normal and not look into our affairs,” I said.

“1300 in silver!” lady Navore exclaimed. “That is more than twice the current value. How can you possible have so much money to spend?”

“Keep your voice down,” I ordered. “Elenore, give her the coins I gave to you.”

“There is nowhere near 1300 there, we will need the coins in the bags,” Elenore commented.

“I know, but it should be enough to convince Lady Navore that we really have plenty of coin at our disposal,” I answered.

Elenore gave her money bag to the lady. I had given Elenore the equivalent of 150 silver coins in case of emergency. Yes, I know it is fortune, but compared to wealth I have it is not really a big deal.

Lady Navore opened the money bag and stared down at the fortune.

“These must be fake, why would you let a servant carry such a fortune,” the lady said.

“You expect me to carry my coins myself, that is a task for my servant,” I replied.

“What kind of foul play is this? Why would you make such a generous offer to me, a complete stranger?” lady Navore asked.

“If I arrive at the gates on my own they will need me to explain where I got my fortune, I am not very eager to do so. Are you really sure you want to know more about why I want to stay hidden?” I asked.

The wagon had arrived and her eyes darted between the coach and us.

“You are obviously planning something very illegal. If you are caught I will probably be held as partly responsible when they question me,” she objected.

“If I am caught you might be in for some trouble, but what if I am not? I am offering you a chance to clear the debt so your name will not be tarnished by your husbands bad trade deals. Do you have any alternatives that sounds more promising that can give you such a fresh start?” I asked.

“Suicide seemed pretty much like the only option on the way here. I prayed for a miracle, maybe this is the best I can get,” she replied with resignation in her voice.

“Do we have a deal?” I asked.

“I assume I will regret this, but you have me convinced,” she said and offered me her hand.

“Then I employ you Lady Navore,” I said and took her hand.

I was smiling while I climbed into the wagon. If the magic dildo had taken a pause during the negotiation I did not know. Now at least it was trying its best to distract me as much as possible.

Elisabeth Navore on the other hand looked ill. She was obviously having second thoughts about the deal we just had made. I gave her no chance to reconsider. Elenore followed with the bed rolls, her eyes were filled with anticipation. This was probably the first time she entered a major city like Netter’s capital.

“What shall I say if the guard remember I left on my own and notice I now have company?” Elisabeth Navore asked.

“In that case just tell them we are Lydia and Elenore that you have recruited as servants after you at the prayer site got a promising sign of how your things would improve for you,” I said.

“What should I know about where you are from. If I shall be able to claim to have hired you I should know some things, right?” Elisabeth asked.

“Official story are we are from the foothills of the Ambracks. We left to become maids at some noble household instead of workings at Inns and such,” Elenore said.

“Your accent fits the story, but hers is harder to place,” Elisabeth commented in my direction.

“We let the Elenore do most of the talking then,” I said while mimicking Elenore’s way of speaking. I am actually pretty good at picking up speech patterns, I think that is why my own is so hard to place. I easily get influenced by people I meet and with the extensive traveling done during recent years while searching for Carmen I have really encountered lots of people.

I dug around in the bed rolls and produced the missing coins, and offered them to her.

“You are giving me this much money in advance?” Elisabeth asked, having trouble to mask her excitement.

“If you betray us I promise you a brutal killer will come to punish you, a killer that don’t care one bit about your noble uprising. I give you the money since you else could have reasons to believe we did not have so many coins as claimed,” I said.

I was close to add threats about rape and humiliation, but then realized the sword would most likely keep me to the literal meaning of the threats. Elisabeth Navore did not have a clue about me thinking about myself when I talked about a killer coming to punish her.

“You are in league with some very scary people, aren’t you?” she asked.

“You really want to know?” I asked.

“No, not really. If you are caught it will the worse the more I know,” Elisabeth responded.

A short while later we arrived at the city gates. Like I have hoped the city guards noted it was the noble lady returning to the city and they only made a few token questions about me and Elenore. The tale of her recruiting some new servants by the temple was not implausible, and searching the servants of noble lady was simply not done.

The wagon entered the city and Elenore took hold of my hand as she looked out through the window of the wagon. We shared a quick look and I could see anticipation in her eyes. I smiled, things were looking promising.

The house I just had purchased turned out to be rather small, slightly run down noble residence. It was obviously many years since the family had coins to spend on keeping the house looking prim and proper.

We entered the house and by the disarray it was obvious Navore had been without servants for quite some time.

“What happens now?” Elisabeth Navore asked when the door had been closed behind us.

“Elenore will go to a market to purchase clothes for me and her. I assume you don’t have many clothes left for servants, right?” I asked.

“True, I had to give away almost everything as compensation for not being able to do the final payment to the employees,” Navore answered.

“Any special demands for clothes?” Elenore asked.

“I trust your judgment, but make sure to add a traders robe that fit me,” I said. Elenore fetched coins from the bedrolls and departed.

“A trader’s robe, why?” Elisabeth Navore asked when Elenore was gone.

“We need some cover story to explain why you suddenly can pay the debts while you previously could not,” I said. “My best idea is to claim I used to work for you husband in some remote town and got ordered to liquidate the business when your husband needed money, but got delayed on the way here so that I arrived too late.”

“Sounds workable,” she commented. “I am wondering, you talked about me rehiring some of my old personal. Even with the money from you I don’t have the funds to spare, care to explain what you were thinking?”

“Sure,” I replied. “Some of your servants have surely found new employment, but there are bound to be others now in misery. It would be very suspicious if you could afford keeping the house and hire new servants, but not help these old faithful servants. You don’t need to worry about the cost, I pay their salary in secret but I need you to act like you temporarily want to hire them again. You must not let them realize I am the one really in charge now.”

“Yes, there might be two or three that fit your de***********ions,” Elisabeth Navore said.

“Can you show me your husbands ledgers, I need to decide what remote place I arrived from,” I said.

“Most certainly…mistress,” she responded.

“No reason to be formal. I pay you for making it seem like you employ me,” I said.

“This will take some time to get used to,” Elisabeth Navore said. “You will need to address me like a noblewoman if the servants should believe you are employed by me.”

“I know the full court protocol. Your husband did commit suicide so the proper form to address you are like if you was unmarried unless the person talking to you are very much below you in rank. Since I will be posing as a trader connected to the family I have a place of authority in your household, in this case I should need to call you lady and your first name. In public outside the house I will need to use both lady and your full name, but don’t need to bring out your full titles into every sentence,” I said.

“That is correct,” Elisabeth Navore commented as she directed me to the ledgers. The room was in total disarray. I gave her a questioning look.

“They came here and searched all the books to find property to claim instead of the debt. I doubt you can find anything they have not already taken,” she said.

“I don’t think I need the details to be believable to the clerks, they will have no grounds to investigate the source of money if you are actually paying the debt. I just need a story that sounds plausible for general people we come in contact with,” I said.

She left me and I got started with the books. The work was simple but horribly boring. I needed to locate a city with business that had been liquidated in the last year or so that now according to the records the business had nothing left. With nothing left the law clerks would have ignored the city and spinning a tale about it taking some months to sell that last parts of the business and some months to travel here should be doable.

After about an hour I found the perfect fit. The city of Landishome on the other side of the ocean was actually a city I have visited. About a year ago I came there looking for Carmen Elisa and winter had caught me so I have been there for a number of weeks before I found a captain that wanted to dare the winter storms.

The door opened and Elenore entered the room. With her she carried a large bundle of clothes.

“I have purchased the clothes. Lady Elisabeth Navore wonders when you will be done with the ledgers,” Elernore said.

“I am done now, I will claim to be from Landishome and you will stay with coming from the foothills of the Ambracks,” I said. “Any interesting rumors you caught while outside?”

“I will let you know when you have fixed a certain urge I have,” she said and licked her lips seductively.

“You are so eager?” I asked. “Do you know where we will be sleeping?”

“Lady Elisabeth Navore told me we could take two rooms on the second floor. The servant who lived there with his wife will not be coming back since he got a very good employment by the Estadar family.”

“How close it to Navore’s rooms? Is there a risk she overhear us having sex?” I asked.

“With closed doors it will probably not happen, but I do fantasy about it. What if she did overhear us and came to complain. You overpower her and feed your cock into her sex and make her pregnant while I take hold of her hair and force her to worship my sex and my pregnant tummy,” Elenore said.

“You want to watch me making her pregnant?” I asked.

“Oh yes!” she breathed, a visible tremble passing through her body.

I have heard tales about sex so good that it brainwashes females to become sex slaves but I always dismissed it as some kind of male fantasy. Elenore’s talk made me not so sure anymore. It seemed so very out of character. The shy girl I had dragged into girl on girl sex suddenly with a kink for seeing me making other woman pregnant. It must be magic manipulation from the demon inside the sword.

It looked like if we continued this line of discussion she actually might actually cum right there from words alone. Not that such outcome would satisfy me. I had three hours of sexual teasing by now from the magic dildo and I was longing for sexual release.

“Show the way to our room,” I said. I could see her anticipation as she hurried to pick up the clothes.

I followed close behind her as she exited the room. Close enough so that our bodies would brush against each other as we moved through the doorway. She felt the unnatural hardness hidden below my clothes. The result was her inhaling deeply and losing a step, I smirked at her reaction.

She looked back at me and I let my gaze follow every move of her hips. She actually blushed and increased her pace. She was still wearing the linen trousers and tunic we had found at the robbers place. It was a nice clothes, but not really fitting for a maid. Considering the size of the bundle of clothes we now had plenty of new clothes. It meant I could have a little fun with her clothes. It was my turn to smirk again.

She turned into a smaller bedroom and dropped the bundle on the table. She looked back at me as she was starting to pull her tunic off. I liked her gasp of anticipation as she looked back and she saw my lower body nude.

My very male cock was throbbing with precum as I looked at my sex slave. I had secretly undone the knot on my trousers on the way into the room and simply stepped out them when we came inside. Since I had no underwear that fit with the sword transformed into a cock I was thus half nude.

I took advantage of her surprise and rushed her. Her arms were caught in the process of removing her tunic and within moments I had her bent backward over the bed. She made feeble attempts to resist as I took hold of her trousers and ripped a nice hole.

Actually, she might have been trying to make serious efforts to resist me for all that I cared. With my supernatural strength there was little she could do as I took advantage of her body.

Could it really be called to take advantage of her body when she was obviously begging for me to take her?

“Nice asshole,” I said as I aimed my magical cock at her asshole.

“Not there,” the complained as she tried to squirm away. Of course what she wanted meant little, I was so very much in control as my fingers forced her back in perfect position for getting penetrated by my cock.

“You don’t want me to fuck your ass?” I asked as I let my cock tease her opening but not to enter it. In truth I had not decided yet if I should do this or was just teasing her.

“No, well…I don’t know,” she pleaded.

“You do carry my child, don’t you?” I asked.

“Yes!” she responded.

“What do you want?” I teased.

“I want to watch you impregnate the daughters of Lord Netter,” she responded.

She was talking about the vision that had made Lord Netter close the border. His daughters pregnant outside marriage, his wife mutilated, himself killed and the city burnt to the ground. All of this because he decided to throw Carmen Elisa and her man Phillip Highrose into his prison cell.

“You want to watch me impregnating other woman?” I asked as I kept teasing her sex and ass hole with my magic cock.

“Yes! I’ll do anything for you. Take your slut any way you please,” she exclaimed

I rewarded her by pushing the cock into her pussy. I would probably need lubricant to enter her ass safely without causing injury. She gasped in delight as her sex was will filled with magical cock.

I began thrusting into her and she groaned in pleasure. Of course her enjoyment was secondary to my own pleasure, but we both wanted me to go as quickly as possible. I drilled her, using my great strength to handle her body like my little toy.

Finally I came hard and she giggled in delight as she felt the cock spasm inside her. The magic cock stayed hard, but I wanted more. I pulled out of her and turned away from the bed so I could remove the magic cock. The cock turned back to sword and I paused as I felt the warmness of the handle.

While inside of me it had been matching my body temperature, but as sword the handle had always been cold before. Only the presence of my prey was supposed to make the sword warm. Carmen Elisa must be close enough for the sword to sense her presence. I smiled at the prospect of my hunt for Carmen to soon be other, but for the moment I had something more urgent to deal with as I dived down on the bed again.

Elenore started to crawl closer to me, but I was impatient and simply took hold of her and lifted her in position to lick me. She did not need any prompting, but dived down into worshiping my sex. I had a hunch she would do for a really long time. I wanted to lose count of how many orgasms I had this night so she was in for a challenge.

* * *

“So what is the plan?” Elenore asked a few weeks later.

It was a good question. When we came to the city I thought we would just make a quick visit to learn the location of Carmen Elisa. In practice things had turned more difficult than I had anticipated.

There was actually more than one jail in the city and there was no public register of what prisoners there were. Asking too much about the prisoners was also risky since it could blow or cover.

In theory I could walk around the city with my hand on the sword handle and feel where the sword handle turned hot when I got near Carmen Elisa, but it did not work when the sword was transformed to magic cock and to carry the sword around visible would really draw too much attention.

The talk on the street were that Lord Netter has promised he would torture any soldier that did neglect on the duty to locate any suspicious characters that fit the warning from priest. As a result the soldiers were edgy and actually investigating what people that moved around in the city with a diligence I seldom had seen before. Lord Netter must be really scary that could command such respect from his men.

To stay out of sight from the soldiers we had to settle for a routine where Elenore used her skills from the Inn to keep the household running while I did trading in the role of Navore’s personal trader.

Lady Elisabeth Navore had on my instruction rehired two elderly servants that could help Elenore to keep things running and the household was running quite smoothly with three servants available. Myself I was trading in used armor parts without any real hope to make any money from this trade.

The motivation for going for armor parts was quite simple. I wanted a fitted armor, but did not want anyone to know my real occupation. In practice I was investing quite a lot of money on armor parts I would never try to sell, but the true goal was of course to get myself a full set of armor.

My last armor had been destroyed by the demon and it was bound to happen sooner or later again, but until then I could enter combat without having to fear getting injured like I had been at the robbers hideout.

The good part of trading with armor parts was also that I encountered quite a few people who might know about a disgraced former captain from Lord Netters guard. Eventually the effort paid off when a fellow trader revealed that Lord Netter had taken personal offense about the warning about Philip and Carmen and decided to use the castle dungeon instead of any of the city prisons.

Further questioning had verified that two hooded persons had been taken to the castle dungeons at the same day as Philip Highrose was removed as commander from the guard. Normally the castle dungeons was not used these days, but I had managed to secure confirmation that the castle prison still had prisoners so it seemed like I had located my prey.

Problem was just that sneaking into the castle dungeon was even more difficult that the city prisons.

Elenore were still waiting for my response. “We need an insider in the castle that can open the gates. Daytime there are too many soldiers around for me to fight them, but at night the castle gates are closed,” I said.

“You are thinking about following my suggestion about impregnating the daughters of the Lord,” Elenore said with a dreamy smile on her lips.

“It sort of makes sense,” I agreed. “The divination of priest Theodore Fletcher warned that the daughters would get pregnant and your behavior kind of suggest they will get very obedient if they carry my child, right?”

“They will serve your every wish when you have made them carry your child,” Elenore responded. For a moment there was something in her gaze, was she jealous?

She shrugged her head and with a happy smile on her lips she let her hand rest on her pregnant tummy.

“Do you think we need to have sex with the daughter on a mature lovers night to get her pregnant?” I asked.

“Why don’t you ask the demon?” Elenore suggested.

I suspect that you are thinking about talking to the demon inside the sword requires some kind of kinky ritual, but truth to be told it is more like I meditate with the sword in my hands.

From time to time there is need for the demon to communicate with the wearer of the sword during combat. Also any kind requirement to do sex rituals to communicate would make it hard for the demon to corrupt a new bearer of the sword that has not fallen for doing sexual things with the weapon.

The answer from the sword actually turned out to be very positive. The magic that brainwashes the female is actually tied to the sex that impregnates the woman and not at the natural part of the pregnancy. Any fertile woman fucked by the transformed cock will turn pregnant some time later, but she is turned into cultist directly to make sure she does not arrange for the fetus to be removed.

The demon also revealed there was an exception for me as a wearer of the swords curse so I will not turn pregnant directly after if I fulfill my quest to send Carmen Elisa to hell just because Elenore used the magic cock to deliver its load inside me. It fits with that I have not had any monthly bleeding since I picked up the sword.

The information solved much, but it left the problem when I could get access to one of the daughters without the Lord Netter’s guards being near. Me and Elenore struggled with this question for some days until we realized that Lady Elisabeth Navore as a recognized noble lady of the city had opportunities we did not.

It took just a nightly visit to Navore’s rooms to make sure the noble lady got the same kind of smile on her lips as Elenore. If having sex with Elenore makes me crazy with lust the task with the noble lady just felt like a chore. I really don’t like to have sex with older people and Elisabeth Navore might be middle aged, but she was still far too old for my taste.

My first idea had been for Navore to invite the daughters to her house so we could rape them safely away from the public eye. Unfortunately the noble lady revealed that Lord Netters soldiers was far too paranoid to allow them to go alone into a noble household without supervision.

The likelihood for the soldiers to take the chance was even less for the Navore family that for good reasons could be assumed to be open for bribery due to the previous financial difficulties of the family business.

If we could know for sure that the guards following the daughters to the house would be females there would of course be a simple option to get them obedient, but if there happened to be a male guard I would have to kill them and that would be really hard to hide.

I was actually considering to still go with the plan and gamble that we after I had enslaved the Netter daughter could arrange for any dead soldier to look like an accident when Lady Navore had an even better idea.

Asking around the court circles she had realized there actually was one occasion each week when Lady Cecile Netter was away from her guards. As a very devout believer she went to a small temple to confess once a week and the soldiers could not follow her into the confession box but waited outside.

Impregnating a woman with a demon child in a confession box, it was obviously the kind sinful stuff that the demon in the sword loved for me to do.

First step of the plan was the difficulty of making sure the priest was not around the confession box when the noble daughter came there. We decided Elenore should come to the temple and saying to the priest that the lady Netter would be substantially delayed. Shortly afterwards Lady Navore would come and demand a private discussion about a possible donation to thank the gods for her fortune changing.

With the priest knowing he had extra time before the scheduled confession he would hardly refuse such a request and the confession box would be empty and ready for me to make sure the noble daughter would get the surprise of her lifetime when she entered.

A couple of days later I arrived to the temple dressed in my traders robe and with the demonic cock working my sex below the robe. Like ever the inside of the cock was working real sex as other side had transformed into a function cock. It was actually the first time I visited a temple since I acquired the cursed sword.

I felt weird stepping inside even if I knew the room was empty inside. For years I had been avoiding any temples since I suspected the holy objects inside would react on my sword. My suspicion turned out to be correct. As I walked to the room the holy runes decorating the room lit up as I came near them. Elenore was also there but her pregnancy with possible demonic child had not triggering the runes in the same way.

“You think we can lit up enough candles so the runes are not as visible?” I asked as I looked at the glowing runes. Elenore nodded and followed my suggestion.

It looked kind of weird with all the celebration candles being lit when there was not a service, but it seemed to be working. The runes were still shining, but their glow was hidden in the brilliance of the room. I entered the confession box and removed the traders robe so I could prepare for my sexual ambush.

Elenore was instructed to stay around hidden nearby in case somebody came that wanted to put out the candles, but mostly it was up to me now.

Rape the daughter without allowing her to scream so they guards outside the box came to investigate.

It was a great plan in theory, but looking at the confession box I realized I had a problem. There was no hiding place inside and getting my intended rape victim to step inside with me inside would be tricky if she saw me no matter if I had clothes or not.

The confession box was actually quite large to allow ladies with wide clothes to fit inside, but the only furniture was a bench in front of the hole into the box where the priest listened to the confession.

The bench was actually quite wide to allow ladies with different kind of clothes to find a comfortable sitting position, but hiding below the bench would be a true high risk gamble. Also even if she happened to not realize there was nude woman below the bench I would have great difficulty to do the actual assault quickly enough for her not to scream if I was literally below her skirts.

I had hoped there would be door to the confession box so I could hide behind the doorpost, but there was only a drapery.

Finally I discovered the solution; the confession box was actually quite tall. The priests had wanted it decorated with pious religious images, but to fit the symbols of all the major gods they had to extend the box upwards.

This meant there was plenty of space above the person taking the confession and by luck they had also added horizontal support beams to get the box more stable.

I jumped up to get a hold of the nearest support beam, and pulled myself up. It was a shame that nobody could watch making that leap, it must sure have looked spectacular. The supernatural strength granted by the sword apply to all my muscles. I really doubt any normal woman would have been able to reach the support beam with just a leap. The top of the box was open to let ambient light come in so there seemed to be a risk I would cast a shadow below. Still as long as the drapery was open the contents of the confession box would lit enough to hide my shadow.

I cannot say the hiding place on the support beams was comfortable, but I could use my traders robe to soften the worst of it. Now I just had to wait.

After who knows how much time I heard the noble lady and the guards approaching. I could tell it was the right group from the banter of the guards as they made sure the church was secure. If they noticed the extra candles that were lit they did not comment on it.

Like I had hoped they did not see the need to investigate the contents of a confession box that looked very empty. The woman stepped inside and pulled the drapery closed.

I was watching her from above and could not help myself from smiling. I got to see quite a lot of cleavage from my viewpoint above. Her clothing was modest enough for a church visit, but the linen cloth that kept her rather above average breasts in place also meant the breasts were pressed together and giving me the option to watch a lot of naked skin from my current viewpoint above her.

She was a brunette and actually more petite than I would have expected from her breast size. I liked what I saw and felt the magic cock inside of me twitch in anticipation.

When I made my move I leaned down from the support beam hanging on my knees. I caught hold of her head and stuffed a piece of cloth into her mouth.

At first she was frozen in surprise but when she realized what was happening she tried to spit the rag out. My hand was there to stop her and she struggled uselessly to make me remove my hand.

My leverage was actually quite limited when hanging from the support beam; there was the obvious risk that my knees would loose hold if she struggled too much. The Netter’s daughters did fortunately focus on trying to get my hand away, and that was a struggle of strength where I had a large advantage.

She began to struggle more wildly and I decided that I needed to give her a demonstration of what she was up against. I took hold of her head and literally lifted her from the bench.

She hung there rattling like a rag doll, until she froze as the reality of the situation became apparent.

I dropped her down on the bench and she was so surprised that she bounced down from the bench. I took the opportunity to follow her down. I have to admit that this move did probably not look as smooth as my earlier leap. I caught hold of the support beam with my left hand, but there was no denying that I used my poor victim as cushion to land on as she was trying to pull herself up on the bench again.

I could hear her muffled grunt of pain as I landed on her. She was halfway to spit the rag out of her mouth so she could scream, I pushed it back into her mouth as we tumbled around about who would be on top.

I loved the look of total surprise when she realized the attacker was a woman. I took the opportunity to push her down.

She was beginning to try to resist again and I had in the general mayhem dropped the string I had planned to tie the gag in place with. I needed her more afraid so I could get the chance to get control of the situation.

Grasping around I caught hold of a belt around her waist. With a grin on my face I ripped the belt apart and showed it to her. She stared at the belt and I took the belt buckle in my hand and literally crushed it in front of her eyes.

“I will fuck you silly, like a certain priest warned. If you spit that gag out I will rip your eyes out. Got it?” I asked her.

Trembling in fear she nodded frantically towards me.

“If you call your guards I will rip them apart and force you to eat their entrails afterwards. You have felt my super natural strength, what would I do to you afterwards?” I asked with a low threatening tone in my voice.

I could see her trying to process that question, probably coming up with much more scary thoughts than I ever could come up with. Fear is a useful emotion.

Growing impatient I took hold of her skirt and pushed it up. With her belt gone it was a simple matter to push the cloth away so I could see her underwear. It looked like she would start to object but I took hold of her hips and lifted her up.

Watching her eyes as she again was reminded of my superior strength, it felt great. She started back at me like a scared rabbit as she felt my cock probing her sex, the only thing separating us now was her thin silk underwear.

Supporting her tiny frame in my arms was not a real effort for me, but I had no free hand to do anything about her underwear.

Smiling I ignored the underwear and thrust into her sex not caring about the cloth. Silenced like she was she could not make any audible noise, but I could see the surprise in her eyes as she felt more and more of me invading her sex while stretching the silk cloth wide.

It took some moments, but eventually the silk gave away and I felt my self slipping deeper into her sex. There was no denying that the aura of the magic cock had left her wet but like always there was no help for the monstrous size of the demon cock.

She literally felt every inch that invaded her and I could not help thinking that it was not just the magic, most probably I was actually raping a virgin.

The joy if the sex was disturbed as I heard a person entering the other half of the confession box. Somebody had come to take Lady Netter’s confession!

I was buried deep inside her with her upper body hanging down dangling since I held her by the hips as I humped her sex. Cecile herself was thus looking upside down at the window between the two confession boxes opening. The person on the other side would of course not see me with Lady Netter’s skirts blocking most of the view, but her position and the fact she was silenced by a rag of cloth would be an obvious give away about what I was doing to her.

“I am sister Elenore that have come to hear your confession since the father is occupied,” I heard Elenore say.

I felt a wave of relief. The soldiers must have became impatient and went looking for the priest. Luckily Elenore had been waiting nearby and using her stolen nun outfit she had managed to divert the soldiers and make them think she had been sent to take the confession.

Funny thing was that Cecile did not know the truth, most likely thinking there was a real nun there to discover my rape and call the guards.

“I have this urge to fuck a girl until she get her pregnant,” I said.

“That sounds nice,” Elenore responded. “Nobody here knows that I am also expecting a child. I hide it below my nun clothes and masturbate every night thinking about about all the others nuns also getting pregnant.”

“You would actually want to help getting a woman pregnant?” I asked as I kept drilling the sex of the noble daughter. I was steadily getting closer and closer to my climax.

“I would love to…getting her pregnant and then forcing her to eat my pussy,” Elenore said. She was looking through the little window, a window that was actually wide enough for a head.

Smiling I took a moments break from the fucking to direct Cecile’s head through the window into Elenore’s half of the confession box. The silencing rag would be an obstacle if Elenore wanted pussy service, but who was I to object at this point.

“Feel this noose I put around your neck, if you don’t worship my sex well enough or try to alert the guards I will strangle you. If you think your guards can help you quickly enough you are wrong, we will tear them apart while you die of suffocation,” Elenore said.

I began thrusting into her sex again, slamming her upper body a bit extra against the wooden frame of the window to keep her remembering my super natural strength.

On the other side of the wall I heard Elenore gasp in lust. Obviously she had taken the risk to remove the rag and was getting rewarded for the danger.

I wondered if Elenore was turned towards the wall or in the opposite direction. With her growing pregnant belly it seemed likely she was turned away. Still it seemed given that Cecile Netter no matter what got a very good look at the pregnant belly of the apparent nun.

My imagination gave me the last of the passion needed and I sprayed her inside with potent cum from the demon cock. Halfway through the climax I heard Elenore grunting in irritation, our victim was obviously getting distracted as the the magic hit her.

I was done and pulled out of her, but kept hold of her hip so she would remain in position for Elenore’s fun.

“I think the confession time should be over by now,” I heard Elenore say with regret in her voice. “I go distract the guards while you talk to her.”

I pulled Cecile Netter back to my half of the confession box and dumped her down on the floor. She looked at me with wide eyes but the previous fear was replaced by the same kind of content smile that came over all the females I impregnated.

“You came inside me!” she mumbled.

“Seems like I did, I wanted to make you pregnant,” I answered while jacking my still wet cock in a lazy fashion in front of her face.

“The prophecy, you are the one that is supposed to make me…ahhhhh…pregnant,” she said. The last word sounded more like a moan than actual moan in the middle of the sentence. She closed her eyes as she rocked her body slowly back and forward.

It looked like the noble daughter would cum right there on the floor of the confession box. She opened her eyes to look at me and all I could see in her eyes was all pleasure and devotion.

“What do you want me to do?” Cecile Netter asked.

“Getting us into the castle in the middle of night would be a start. We also need to know all the guard routines,” I said.

“Anything for you mistress,” she promised as her hand slowly caressed her still visually flat belly.

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