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Night fell early in Cadeland, this close to the Forest, and Callin didn’t fancy navigating the poorly maintained track he was following in the dark, so he was grateful when he rounded a bend and came across a small farmhouse.
The landholder, a large balding man, was not pleased to see him, and initially turned him away. But Callin was flush with gold from a successful season in Gormotha, and by the time he had counted five Golden Bitches into the man’s hand, the landholder had become much more accommodating.
“Ye can have my room upstairs, m’lord,” the landholder said, half-bowing in a nervous, obsequious way. “Name’s Kul. For five Bitches, I reckon I’ll be fine sleeping in yon armchair.”
“What of your wife?” Callin asked, referring to the nervous, mature blonde woman standing naked in a corner, wearing a collar and nipple clamps.
“She sleeps in yon cage,” said Kul, pointing a somewhat rickety pet enclosure in the corner.
“Very good,” said Callin. “I’ll retire to my room then. Bring my supper up.”
“Yes, m’lord,” said Kul. “Only one thing, though. My daughters are upstairs. I’d take kindly if you’d avoid them.”
“Yes?” asked Callin, curious.
“They went to the Forest last year, m’lord,” said Kul. “And they haven’t been right since.”
“Ah,” said Callin. Any number of things could happen to a woman in the Forest. He was still curious, but he had better things to do than question a homesteader about his family.
Except the matter of the daughters refused to leave Callin alone.
Kul’s wife brought up his dinner - crusty bread and a thick stew, all of it balanced on a wooden tray suspended from the woman’s nipples by clamps and chains, in the Cadeish manner. After he offloaded the meal to his bedside table, the woman knelt and gave him a perfunctory kiss on his groin, through his pants, as was polite in these parts, and took her leave. It occurred to him that for enough Golden Bitches he could have the woman provide other services to him, but she showed little spirit and in any case was not his type.
Full dark came. Callin stayed awake a little, consulting the notes of his journey, and it was close to midnight when the knock came at his door.
“Enter,” he said, curious.
The door opened slowly, quietly, and a girl slipped in, closing the door behind her. She looked to be about 18, and was dressed in nothing but a Cadeish nightgown - thin, white, diaphanous, with a hem that stopped level with her clitoris. The whole thing was largely transparent, and he felt his cock stiffen at the sight of her firm, young tits and her shapely smooth cunt. He noted it was waxed smooth - unusual for this country, but pleasing all the same.
Her hair, cut into a short pixie cut, was bright pink.
“Hi!” she said brightly, hands clasped behind her back, practically bouncing on the toes of her bare feet.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
She sprang across the room, ending in a crouch directly in front of him, halfway between kneeling and going on all fours. She looked up at him with sparkling, wide eyes. “I’m Amie!” she said. “I just wanted to come and meet the visitor.” She raised herself a little straighter, and began playing with her hair, twirling it around one finger. She casually placed her other hand on his knee, in a way that sent pleasant tingles down his leg and through his groin.
“You’re the homesteader’s daughter?” Callin asked.
“His youngest daughter,” said Amie, and giggled. Her hand stroked his knee, her fingers drifting lightly over his inner thigh. “My older sister Lana is in the room down the hall.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Amie,” said Callin. “That’s very pretty hair you have.”
Amie took a deep breath, which lifted and emphasised her tits, and smiled. “You think so?” she said. “I got that from the Flirt.”
He frowned. “What do you mean, the Flirt?” he asked.
“Oh, she lives in the Forest,” said Amie. "She's a kind of devil, I guess, of the sort the Forest grows." Her hand drifted up his leg slowly, toward his groin, then moved away - but not all the way away.
“Tell me about her,” said Callin.
“Well,” said Amie, “about a year ago, Lana and I went to the Forest. The farm wasn’t doing well, and daddy was struggling, and we thought if we went to the Forest we might find a Treasure that would help him.”
“Go on,” said Callin. He noticed Amie had stopped playing with her hair, and was now idling running her fingers back and forth across the soft, pale skin of the upper slopes of her tits.
“Well, see, I’m not into boys at *all*,” said Amie. “It’s terrible of me. I just *hate* the thought of kissing boys, or having sex wtih them, or anything.” Her hand moved up Callin’s leg and brushed across his groin. He gasped slightly. His cock was rock-hard in his pants. Her hand drfited away again.
“Anyway,” she said. “The Flirt comes to girls like me sometimes - girls who like other girls - if we go in the Forest. She appeared as this sexy redhead. Lana couldn’t see her at all. And the Flirt walked with us as we went, and she whispered all these terribly evil thoughts to me.”
Amie’s hand came to Callin’s cock again, and she began to idly run a finger up and down the length of his phallus, through his pants.
“‘Don’t you deserve to have your cunt licked, Amie?’ she said. ‘Wouldn’t it feel so good to have a tongue up your pussy? Don’t you deserve a little pussy slave?’ And then she’d say, ‘Isn’t your sister a bitch? Remember how she blamed you when she spilled the milk last week? Doesn’t she deserve to be punished? And she’s such a *pretty* bitch. Look how big her tits are. I bet *her* tongue would feel nice between your pussy lips.’”
Amie was caressing Callin’s cock through his pants. She was leaning forward and rubbing her tits against his leg. He moaned, slightly.
“And the more the Flirt talked, the hotter and hotter I got,” said Amie. “I couldn’t help it. I told her I *couldn’t* just rape my sister. And she said, ‘Of course you can’t, Amie. And if you do rape her, I’ll mark you forever as a flirt and a slut, and I’ll make her a little more of a fuckpig too. Oh, but Amie, think about pushing your wet cunt against her face. Think about slapping those big tits. Think about pushing your own face between her legs and lapping at her wet fuckhole while she moans into your pussy.'”
Amie’s face was flushed now. Her tits were crushed against Callin’s leg and she was basically masturbating him through his pants. Her dress had ridden up and her bare ass was poking out behind her.
“What did you do?” asked Callin in a hoarse voice.
“I pushed her down and pulled off her clothes and threw them as far away into the Forest as I could and I sat on her face and beat her tits and cunt until she started licking me,” said Amie. “I orgasmed three times and then I licked her until *she* orgasmed too, which took a long time because I guess she’s not into girls, except I started pinching her clit and told her I’d keep hurting her until she came, which really motivated her. She squirts when she cums, did you know?”
Callin grunted. Her hand on his groin felt so good.
“And the Flirt kept her promise,” said Amie. “As soon as I’d raped her, I realised my hair had gone this bright pink. That’s the way it grows, now. Down at my pussy, too, if I don't wax. And my behaviour was different too.”
“Yes?” asked Callin.
“Yes,” said Amie. “See, I’m still not into men, and I’m desperately afraid of being raped, but now I can’t help it - I flirt like a complete whore with everyone I meet, male or female. When I came home, I flirted with my father and my mother, until I could see that they couldn’t look at me anymore without seeing a fuckdoll, and they started avoiding me. And when I heard you were here, I knew I had to come in and cocktease you until you wanted to rape me.”
“I do want to rape you,” said Callin, honestly.
Amie’s smile only flickered for a second. “That’s so great,” she said brightly. “I love it when sexy men like you want to rape me. But did you know my sister is also really hot, and has big tits?”
“Your sister’s not the one who’s rubbing my cock,” said Callin, bluntly. He was sizing up how easy it might be to lift the little slut up bodily, slam her on the bed, spread her legs and get his cock into her.
“Ah, but you should hear what the Flirt did to my *sister* when I raped her,” said Amie. “When a girl gets raped by someone the Flirt has seduced, they get a permanent humiliating compulsion, you see? It's the Flirt's magic.”
“What did your sister get?” Callin asked.
“She’s a good rape victim,” said Amie. “You see, she can’t do anything to resist being raped, she’s wet for anyone who wants to use her, she’ll do her best to be an enjoyable rape, and she’ll never admit it happened afterwards.”
“But she still doesn’t want to be fucked?” said Callin.
“No,” said Amie. “She hates it. She hates it every time. And I should know, because I go visit her every night after mother and daddy have gone to bed. Wouldn’t you like to rape her, instead of me?”
There was a tiny light of desperation in Amie’s eyes, as she continued to stroke his cock. He could tell she so desperately wanted him to say he would spend his lust on her sister, instead of violating her.
He thought about it. He looked out the window.
“The night is young,” he said, finally. “There’s time for both of you. First I’ll give you what you’ve been asking for since you walked in here, and then we’ll both go visit your sister and you can show me what you do to her, and then finally I’ll take a turn with her.”
He reached out and grabbed Amie by her pink hair. She squeaked. He stood, and loosened his pants and extracted his cock, before pulling her face down against his groin.
“Suck, bitch,” he told her, and then sighed with happiness. For a lesbian, she had remarkable natural talent as a cocksucker.
He waited until he felt she’d had a good taste of his pre-cum, and then pulled out of her mouth, lifted her up, and threw her to the bed.
“Have you ever actually been fucked by a man?” he asked her.
“No,” she said quietly. “Daddy resisted so well, no matter what I did. Even when I licked his cock in bed...”
“I’ll tell you what,” he said. “I’ll let you go, providing you don’t give me any further incentives to rape you.”
She bit her lip. She was clearly struggling. He thought he saw the edge of a tear, right in the corner of her eye. She really, truly, desperately, didn’t want him to fuck her.
Then she giggled, and spread her legs wide, and he saw that her cunt was dripping wet.
He smiled, stepped forward, and sank his cock into her pussy....
Arth Keros – Daughters of the Flirt
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===
Night fell early in Cadeland, this close to the Forest, and Callin didn’t fancy navigating the poorly maintained track he was following in the dark, so he was grateful when he rounded a bend and came across a small farmhouse.
The landholder, a large balding man, was not pleased to see him, and initially turned him away. But Callin was flush with gold from a successful season in Gormotha, and by the time he had counted five Golden Bitches into the man’s hand, the landholder had become much more accommodating.
“Ye can have my room upstairs, m’lord,” the landholder said, half-bowing in a nervous, obsequious way. “Name’s Kul. For five Bitches, I reckon I’ll be fine sleeping in yon armchair.”
“What of your wife?” Callin asked, referring to the nervous, mature blonde woman standing naked in a corner, wearing a collar and nipple clamps.
“She sleeps in yon cage,” said Kul, pointing a somewhat rickety pet enclosure in the corner.
“Very good,” said Callin. “I’ll retire to my room then. Bring my supper up.”
“Yes, m’lord,” said Kul. “Only one thing, though. My daughters are upstairs. I’d take kindly if you’d avoid them.”
“Yes?” asked Callin, curious.
“They went to the Forest last year, m’lord,” said Kul. “And they haven’t been right since.”
“Ah,” said Callin. Any number of things could happen to a woman in the Forest. He was still curious, but he had better things to do than question a homesteader about his family.
Except the matter of the daughters refused to leave Callin alone.
Kul’s wife brought up his dinner - crusty bread and a thick stew, all of it balanced on a wooden tray suspended from the woman’s nipples by clamps and chains, in the Cadeish manner. After he offloaded the meal to his bedside table, the woman knelt and gave him a perfunctory kiss on his groin, through his pants, as was polite in these parts, and took her leave. It occurred to him that for enough Golden Bitches he could have the woman provide other services to him, but she showed little spirit and in any case was not his type.
Full dark came. Callin stayed awake a little, consulting the notes of his journey, and it was close to midnight when the knock came at his door.
“Enter,” he said, curious.
The door opened slowly, quietly, and a girl slipped in, closing the door behind her. She looked to be about 18, and was dressed in nothing but a Cadeish nightgown - thin, white, diaphanous, with a hem that stopped level with her clitoris. The whole thing was largely transparent, and he felt his cock stiffen at the sight of her firm, young tits and her shapely smooth cunt. He noted it was waxed smooth - unusual for this country, but pleasing all the same.
Her hair, cut into a short pixie cut, was bright pink.
“Hi!” she said brightly, hands clasped behind her back, practically bouncing on the toes of her bare feet.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
She sprang across the room, ending in a crouch directly in front of him, halfway between kneeling and going on all fours. She looked up at him with sparkling, wide eyes. “I’m Amie!” she said. “I just wanted to come and meet the visitor.” She raised herself a little straighter, and began playing with her hair, twirling it around one finger. She casually placed her other hand on his knee, in a way that sent pleasant tingles down his leg and through his groin.
“You’re the homesteader’s daughter?” Callin asked.
“His youngest daughter,” said Amie, and giggled. Her hand stroked his knee, her fingers drifting lightly over his inner thigh. “My older sister Lana is in the room down the hall.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Amie,” said Callin. “That’s very pretty hair you have.”
Amie took a deep breath, which lifted and emphasised her tits, and smiled. “You think so?” she said. “I got that from the Flirt.”
He frowned. “What do you mean, the Flirt?” he asked.
“Oh, she lives in the Forest,” said Amie. "She's a kind of devil, I guess, of the sort the Forest grows." Her hand drifted up his leg slowly, toward his groin, then moved away - but not all the way away.
“Tell me about her,” said Callin.
“Well,” said Amie, “about a year ago, Lana and I went to the Forest. The farm wasn’t doing well, and daddy was struggling, and we thought if we went to the Forest we might find a Treasure that would help him.”
“Go on,” said Callin. He noticed Amie had stopped playing with her hair, and was now idling running her fingers back and forth across the soft, pale skin of the upper slopes of her tits.
“Well, see, I’m not into boys at *all*,” said Amie. “It’s terrible of me. I just *hate* the thought of kissing boys, or having sex wtih them, or anything.” Her hand moved up Callin’s leg and brushed across his groin. He gasped slightly. His cock was rock-hard in his pants. Her hand drfited away again.
“Anyway,” she said. “The Flirt comes to girls like me sometimes - girls who like other girls - if we go in the Forest. She appeared as this sexy redhead. Lana couldn’t see her at all. And the Flirt walked with us as we went, and she whispered all these terribly evil thoughts to me.”
Amie’s hand came to Callin’s cock again, and she began to idly run a finger up and down the length of his phallus, through his pants.
“‘Don’t you deserve to have your cunt licked, Amie?’ she said. ‘Wouldn’t it feel so good to have a tongue up your pussy? Don’t you deserve a little pussy slave?’ And then she’d say, ‘Isn’t your sister a bitch? Remember how she blamed you when she spilled the milk last week? Doesn’t she deserve to be punished? And she’s such a *pretty* bitch. Look how big her tits are. I bet *her* tongue would feel nice between your pussy lips.’”
Amie was caressing Callin’s cock through his pants. She was leaning forward and rubbing her tits against his leg. He moaned, slightly.
“And the more the Flirt talked, the hotter and hotter I got,” said Amie. “I couldn’t help it. I told her I *couldn’t* just rape my sister. And she said, ‘Of course you can’t, Amie. And if you do rape her, I’ll mark you forever as a flirt and a slut, and I’ll make her a little more of a fuckpig too. Oh, but Amie, think about pushing your wet cunt against her face. Think about slapping those big tits. Think about pushing your own face between her legs and lapping at her wet fuckhole while she moans into your pussy.'”
Amie’s face was flushed now. Her tits were crushed against Callin’s leg and she was basically masturbating him through his pants. Her dress had ridden up and her bare ass was poking out behind her.
“What did you do?” asked Callin in a hoarse voice.
“I pushed her down and pulled off her clothes and threw them as far away into the Forest as I could and I sat on her face and beat her tits and cunt until she started licking me,” said Amie. “I orgasmed three times and then I licked her until *she* orgasmed too, which took a long time because I guess she’s not into girls, except I started pinching her clit and told her I’d keep hurting her until she came, which really motivated her. She squirts when she cums, did you know?”
Callin grunted. Her hand on his groin felt so good.
“And the Flirt kept her promise,” said Amie. “As soon as I’d raped her, I realised my hair had gone this bright pink. That’s the way it grows, now. Down at my pussy, too, if I don't wax. And my behaviour was different too.”
“Yes?” asked Callin.
“Yes,” said Amie. “See, I’m still not into men, and I’m desperately afraid of being raped, but now I can’t help it - I flirt like a complete whore with everyone I meet, male or female. When I came home, I flirted with my father and my mother, until I could see that they couldn’t look at me anymore without seeing a fuckdoll, and they started avoiding me. And when I heard you were here, I knew I had to come in and cocktease you until you wanted to rape me.”
“I do want to rape you,” said Callin, honestly.
Amie’s smile only flickered for a second. “That’s so great,” she said brightly. “I love it when sexy men like you want to rape me. But did you know my sister is also really hot, and has big tits?”
“Your sister’s not the one who’s rubbing my cock,” said Callin, bluntly. He was sizing up how easy it might be to lift the little slut up bodily, slam her on the bed, spread her legs and get his cock into her.
“Ah, but you should hear what the Flirt did to my *sister* when I raped her,” said Amie. “When a girl gets raped by someone the Flirt has seduced, they get a permanent humiliating compulsion, you see? It's the Flirt's magic.”
“What did your sister get?” Callin asked.
“She’s a good rape victim,” said Amie. “You see, she can’t do anything to resist being raped, she’s wet for anyone who wants to use her, she’ll do her best to be an enjoyable rape, and she’ll never admit it happened afterwards.”
“But she still doesn’t want to be fucked?” said Callin.
“No,” said Amie. “She hates it. She hates it every time. And I should know, because I go visit her every night after mother and daddy have gone to bed. Wouldn’t you like to rape her, instead of me?”
There was a tiny light of desperation in Amie’s eyes, as she continued to stroke his cock. He could tell she so desperately wanted him to say he would spend his lust on her sister, instead of violating her.
He thought about it. He looked out the window.
“The night is young,” he said, finally. “There’s time for both of you. First I’ll give you what you’ve been asking for since you walked in here, and then we’ll both go visit your sister and you can show me what you do to her, and then finally I’ll take a turn with her.”
He reached out and grabbed Amie by her pink hair. She squeaked. He stood, and loosened his pants and extracted his cock, before pulling her face down against his groin.
“Suck, bitch,” he told her, and then sighed with happiness. For a lesbian, she had remarkable natural talent as a cocksucker.
He waited until he felt she’d had a good taste of his pre-cum, and then pulled out of her mouth, lifted her up, and threw her to the bed.
“Have you ever actually been fucked by a man?” he asked her.
“No,” she said quietly. “Daddy resisted so well, no matter what I did. Even when I licked his cock in bed...”
“I’ll tell you what,” he said. “I’ll let you go, providing you don’t give me any further incentives to rape you.”
She bit her lip. She was clearly struggling. He thought he saw the edge of a tear, right in the corner of her eye. She really, truly, desperately, didn’t want him to fuck her.
Then she giggled, and spread her legs wide, and he saw that her cunt was dripping wet.
He smiled, stepped forward, and sank his cock into her pussy....
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