Carmen Elisa Need to Die 2/5
“I heard that you need caravan guards for the trip through Leonard’s Pass,” I said as I sat down by the table.
James Rode, the merchant currently making the village Inn having an unexpected off season high time gave me his best I-am-not-interested stare.
Since it was autumn I would not get many more chances to reach the coast, snow came early in the mountains.
Young Elenore hesitated at my side. She did obviously not know if she should join me at the table or stay back. After three weeks of travel we were still adjusting to our new partnership. It was not like I could send her back to become wedded to some local bandit, but honestly I still did not know what to do about her.
I had started to drill her in the use of weapons, but mostly she just tagged along and acted as my maid. With her upraising at an Inn and my background as a nobleman’s daughter it actually worked quite well. Years on the road had forced me to do everything myself and it was nice to have a pair of hands again to help out in situations where I in the past always used to be a servant close.
Actually her hands are pretty amazing on their own. I had suspected she would try to bolt the first night I told her we would share the single blanket and directed her to pleasure my sex, but she had adjusted well and afterward we had drifted off to sleep with her hands on my sex. Her delicate fingers spreading my lips and exploring my inside…
“No,” James Rode answered and I was quickly pulled back to reality.
“Elenore, fetch merchant Rode a good ale will you, and put it on our room tab,” I said and Elenore reacted swiftly. She knew how to make herself look alert and ready to serve requests at an Inn.
“I understand that you might be looking for more imposing guards to scare away bandits, but I promise you that I can make very good use of my sword in a fight and the girl is talented with throwing knives. What do you say?” I asked.
The last bit about Elenore and the knives was actually a lie, she had some talent but was still a total novice with weapons.
“You are right, I was looking for scary looking guards and truth is that I have found enough to leave tomorrow. I don’t want to pay for any more guards,” the merchant replied.
“What if you don’t have to supply us with food, I pay you in coins for all that we eat?” I asked.
“I don’t run an travel agency, I don’t like the hassle when you move past a toll station like the one at Leonard’s and the traveler is discovered to be on the run from some debts to the local lord ,” James Rode responded.
The toll station is exactly why I was trying to get us signed as caravan guards. The toll guards would not have any grounds to prevent me from passing on my own, but they would demand to count our coins and know our business.
The fortune I carried would surely attract notion and then every bandit from Leonard’s down to the coast would come looking. Actually cutting them all down was not the problem, bandits no matter how well trained is not something that scare me.
The problem is more how to deal with the bandits without spreading rumors that would make my real target, Carmen Elisa, bolt in panic. Carmen Elisa might not know it yet, but she need to die or the demon in my sword will drag me down into hell.
Having Elenore with me does complicate things even further, no way she will survive a real battle with just the daily drilling at the camp site. Much better to pass more anonymously as caravan guards so that I can search for Carmen Elisa in secret.
“We would not be guests traveling with your caravan, but real guards. Sign a deal where we get double coin for every bandit we slay in exchange for us paying the food ourselves and you would not need to lie about us being hired as guards,” I suggested.
The normal guard deal of course include proper pay for the guard duty, but the distances at the frontier of the known world had created a number of alternative ways to handle compensation for risking your life. Paying the standard salary for weeks in case there is need makes the guarding too expensive.
My hope was that the merchant would not mind to allow us to tag along if I made the deal sound cheap enough. If her really was expecting trouble he would have hired all guards he can get so it was safe to assume he did not expect to pay any kill money at all.
Elenore returned with the tankard of ale and the merchant accepted it with a smile.
“Your idea has merit, but I am still a bit hesitant. You know, male guards on the road, they might be getting a bit impatient and try to force you to spread your legs. I would hate to pay compensation for any resulting injuries,” Rode said.
I saw Elenore breath in, it seemed she had reservations about unknown males having sex with her. After sleeping with her for just a couple of nights I had determined she preferred females. It was far too easy to make her act as my sex slave for her not have had desire for woman for a long time.
Myself I had little problems with sexual attention from the male guards. The cursed sword on my back would not allow me to keep my legs crossed if the caravan guards made advances on us. Me traveling with a bunch of males, I was literally bound to be sharing their beds.
The five years on the road with the sword had forced me to sleep around a lot so insults about me being a slut does not really carry much sting these days. At some point you realize you either need to start to enjoy the constant sex or go mad from the mental strain, I chose the former and was a happy fuck bunny ever since.
I surprised myself by being slightly annoyed of thinking of sharing Elenore with other people. Possibly if I kept Elenore with me, the male currently at hand would be busy with me and forget about her. I would not mind if Elenore had a more passive role, but it was really not my problem if she had a problem about having sex with males.
“I promise you that we won’t pull steel if they ask for something a lady won’t do. We might not be encouraging them, but if they insist I will personally make sure they are satisfied enough to not cause problems for you,” I said.
“You are saying you will serve as a camp follower besides acting as guard, you must be pretty eager to get through the pass,” the merchant said.
“Yes, I am very eager to get out of the highlands before winter. I would hate to be stuck here until spring and your caravan might be the last one moving past the village this autumn,” I said.
“So, double kill coin, you pay for your own food and you do camp service if needed but won’t charge me for providing the camp service?” James Rode asked.
“The one wanting a piece of us nude will have to pay, so if it cost you or not is up to if you want personal service, but besides that it sounds fine,” I said.
“Sounds like we have a deal,” the merchant said. “Anything more?”
“Please spread the word that anyone causing any of us bodily harm will suffer in blood,” I said.
“I never administer punishment, the guards all know it. Many of guards sign up with me exactly because they know I don’t use the whip on them since I think it will just raise the risk for betrayal. I work more with negotiation,” he replied.
“Understandable, but please tell the other guards that my sword will deliver punishment. Depending on the severity of it I will decide on what pointy end to use,” I said, throwing in an evil smirk.
He looked up at the dildo handle of my cursed sword and blushed. The brutal size of it, a full foot in length, was very intimidating.
It looked like he was going to ask about if I really meant it. I wondered if the sword would take it as a invitation to have sex with him. If so I would not have much choice but to comply, like always I did not dare to anger the sword.
He never got the chance before Elenore spoke: “You actually mean pushing that handle into…” she begun saying.
My sword Natchal rattled in response, she frowned at the sound; I had actually told her some details about how the cursed sword communicated with me and she recognized the sound of metal vibrating.
“Yes, I do mean it,” I said. I hoped for Elenore’s sake she would be wise enough to shut up.
“It is too big, you could not possible fit all of it inside,” she mumbled.
There was no response from the sword, but I understood that I would suffer if I didn’t make her regret those words. So far the sword had been content with me corrupting the girl with sweet girl on girl sex, but that would not be enough after her speaking in such a crude way.
The sword would always demand the most degrading interpretation of the actual words said and since her words had made me think about her getting impaled by the dildo she would need to feel the full length of the sword handle inside her little pussy. Was it even possible for a girl to fit a full foot long dildo handle into her sex?
The likelihood that she would be too hurt afterwards to serve as a caravan follower for quite some time seemed significant, but what did it matter? Her marvelous fingers would give me pleasure when I demanded it no matter what happened to her poor sex.
“I don’t know how effective that kind of threat will be, but I will let the other caravan guards know,” James Rode said.
“Good, we so look forwards at guarding you caravan,” I said and beamed at him.
“It is growing late, what if I finish up the paperwork later? We can fix it on the first stop tomorrow?” he asked.
“Totally acceptable, me and Elenore need to call it a day,” I replied.
We shook hands to seal the deal. I made sure to give him a steady hand shake, but not break any bones in his hand. I did totally do that mistake in beginning before I got used to the super strength provided from my cursed sword.
We departed for our room and I both felt eager to get there and nervous how Elenore would react when I brought the sword to our bed. Not that I really cared about her feelings, but on a public Inn there might be people listening.
“Don’t you think he want to delay with the contract writing to rip us off?” Elenore asked as we walked the stairs.
“Most certainly he will demand a very steep price for the food and trust us to be too afraid of the wilds to return to the village. Still our humble clothes and us having no armor will mean that price he asks for will be affordable for me. He can’t imagine how much coins I have hidden with me. All in all, I much prefer to give him a good profit for the food compared to letting the toll station know how much coin I have. Fortune attracts vultures…,” I replied, but then turned silent.
What if any of the merchants guards overheard our talk? I hoped that I had kept my voice down enough so my careless words were not heard.
Nobody was visible on the upper floor and I turned the key to our private room. From the sound of snoring most of the guests of the Inn had elected to only pay for the common logging room, the nearby doors to our room were all closed and silent.
“You almost promised him that we would serve as whores in the camp during the trip,” Elenore said after we had closed the door to our room.
“Actually with my cursed sword I will not dare to deny their advances anyway so it is much better if they think it will cost them money. How you deal with it is up to you,” I said as I started to pull off my clothes.
“At the Inn there were many that wanted to get into my pants, your promise that I can’t resist with violence mean I am pretty much bound to loose my virginity,” Elenore complained.
“You mean virginity to penetration?” I asked as I finished removing my skin pants. After our many nights together she was quickly turning quite experienced to different kinds of sex. One week earlier I had licked her clit until she came for the first time ever and now she was eager to learn. I suspect actual penetration on the other hand was not on her list of desired experiences.
I was standing in front of her totally nude. My sword was heavy enough to break bones but I had put it leaning towards the corner pole of the bed. I kept my right hand on the dildo handle to balance it, but it must be obvious I intended to use it in the bed. Elenore was distracted and not paying attention as she stripped out of her clothes, I decided I could wait for her.
It was quite funny how the Innkeeper thought the bed gained status by being an imitation of a nobleman’s bed with the bed poles, but without the expensive cloth that would have been attached to such bed at my family home. To me the bed just looked like a cheap imitation. Noblemen would never do such a bed in ordinary pine, but go for some more expensive imported material.
“Yes, I mean my virginity to penetration,” Elenore responded after a while as she turned in my direction.
“We can solve that kind of virginity, off with your clothes!” I ordered with a wicked smile on my lips.
Elenore stared back at me, her suddenly taking the view of me standing naked and looking at her with my hand on the Nachal’s dildo handle.
“No, I did not mean…I mean…It is not such…no problem with me doing my…duty…,” Elenore stuttered.
“When you joined me you promised me to serve me sexually, right?” I reminded her.
“Yea I did and I will honor that promise, I don’t want to go back,” Elenore replied.
“Right now I want your sex impaled by my sword handle tonight, why are you not on the bed already?” I asked, making sure to add a dangerous hint in my eyes as I delivered a dashing smile smile.
“The handle it is so big, I prefer the first time to be something more reasonably sized,” Elenore complained.
I let go off the sword and pulled Elenore close. She literally froze as she felt my strength.
When we trained fighting I had made sure to use enough force that she got used to that she never could block, but must always go for being quicker than the opponent. I hoped that training might someday save her life.
A life of heavy work at the Inn had left her rather strong for a female, but there would always be male opponents too strong to allow her to block. With her more slender female form she must learn to handle opponents being too strong for her.
Still, I had kept my strength in check. I am literally strong as a number of men, so I can really hurt people if I not fake being weaker. Just now I did not care as I literally ripped her clothes apart. How I liked the genuine fear in her eyes as she tried to adjust to the thought that I would soon bash the sword handle into her sex.
You think I was being hard on her? Of course I was, but I couldn’t have her creating a scene along the road if she couldn’t handle the sexual attention. Besides I must admit that this was kind of fun.
Nothing wrong with abusing my power since all my sins will be transferred to Carmen Elisa in the end, right?
Actually I was not totally indifferent to sweet Elenore. I totally meant that I would take a bloody revenge on anyone hurting her, but I also wanted to get through Leonard’s Pass before winter.
The merchant would not be shy to leave us to our own if he thought that we caused too much trouble. Being forced to learn how to fake liking to spread her legs now would not kill Elenore, but it might make her more likely to do what was needed along the road later.
I guess a priest would label what I was doing as evil, but why should I care. Either I will succeed with killing Carmen Elisa and be freed of all my previous sins, or if I lose hold of the sword Nachal before I succeed and go to hell myself. I have surely done enough evil deeds already to forget about any mercy in afterlife.
I had the girl naked and pushed her violently towards the bed, she bounced up on the bed with wide eyes. By now she had stopped her feeble resisting. Her breath had quickened, as I slowly moved towards her giving her a stare that clearly told her that she was my plaything.
She did throw a gaze at the sword handle still leaning towards the bed post and then reached out to pull me towards her. Her fingers grasping for my breasts and my sex. I responded by grinding my body to hers. Our breasts were caught between us and I pulled her leg up so that I could get better access to her pussy. Somehow she had managed to get one of her hands between us and her delicate little fingers was doing their magic at the opening of my pussy.
I moaned in sexual excitement as she tried to arouse me further. It was clear that she hoped to distract me with enough good sex for me to forget the idea to force her to take her first penetration ever.
I didn’t truly mind, I am not needlessly cruel, at least not most of the time. Getting her excited meant it would be less effort to force the dildo handle inside her and it seemed the act was getting her really excited.
By now I had two fingers inside her sex and she was steadily working towards getting her whole hand inside me. She had never before tried such, but I did approve. It is not like my slutty cunt had not been stretched enough to take her delicate hand.
Her fisting me would feel great and as a bonus it would later give her less reasons to complain about me forcing a large magic dildo up her sex afterwards.
I twisted around so that I was straddling her, she took the opportunity of the better angle and suddenly her whole hand was inside me. She paused there unsure what to do, impatiently I took hold of her arm and directed her to fist me good. I was straddling her, sort of close to sixty nine, but me further down her torso. The position had the advantage that she got leverage in her fisting and I did not intend to lick her this night so it did not matter that we were not in proper sixty nine position.
With a mischievous smile on my lips I got hold of the sword. My greater strength meant that the great weight was as nothing to me. I could get hold of the sword and direct the dildo handle towards Elenore’s sex without her knowing a thing.
I loved how her breath stopped as the metal handle started to invade her sex. Her hand inside my sex was still as she tried to adjust to the sensation.
I heard her gasp of surprise as the dildo turned animated when it has entered her, it was pure joy to my ears. The experience of her first penetration would be very real, except of course the exceptional size of the dildo.
“Love slave, keep me distracted or I get bored and hurry up,” I teased her. The result was instant, she was back fisting me again. I awarded her by going more slow as a I started to feed more of the dildo handle into her cunt.
Our previous love making had made her very wet so there was no great difficulty as I feed inch after inch of animated magic steel into her sex. I could hear her moans as the animated handle pleasured her. Her breath was caught between pleasure and slight discomfort as the dildo expanded her in a fashion she never could dream about before this night.
In truth I had never myself forced the full handle into my own sex. The handle is so long that it seems likely something will break if you have to suffer the full length, almost a foot inside you.
I hoped for Elenore’s sake that I was wrong, because I did not dare to cheat the sword of full penetration after her earlier words. She would suffer the consequences of asking if the full handle would fit inside because I sure did not want to the demon inside the sword angry at me.
In truth I suspected this violating of my young traveling companion would win back me lots of favor from the sword. Taking a virginity like this, partly against her will, must stroke the evil ego of the sword lots.
“I am so full…it is alive inside me, feels so fucking great!” Elenore panted.
That settled it, I could just as well act now before the size made her sore. If she ever could handle the full length it was now when she was most excited. Without any mercy I took hold of the guard and slammed the final two inches of handle into her. She trembled as an orgasm washed over her. The feeling of her hand twitching inside my cunt almost made me join her right there and closed my eyes as I tried to focus on her hand inside me.
Somehow I had lost hold of the sword and I opened my eyes. Something huge and meaty was in front of my face, a large cock trembling with precum!
It took me some moments to realize that the cock did not belong to some male sneaking into our room, but that the sword had transformed to a cock. From delicate Elenore’s groin there was a cock that did mirror the dildo handle and would shame almost every man. I moved away so that she would get a proper look at what extended from her sex.
“What?” Elenore mumbled as she gazed down on the cock non comprehending.
“A loan from me,” I said and took the tip into my lips and sucked. Transformed like this the dildo handle was not unnaturally cold like usual but felt like a real cock in body temperature. Trust me on this, I am expert on matter after having lots of experience from the last five years.
The danger that I did not know the details of how this magical cock worked added to the experience. Elenore just groaned and trashed weakly below me as I drank the precum coming out of the new addition to her body. Her hand slipped out of my cunt and I did not mind, there was something handy nearby to fill it with.
I moved around and directed the cock into my eager pussy. After her fisting it took no effort at all to slip the meaty shaft inside me.
“Ahhhh….can’t believe it…I both feel you on the dildo and the dildo working my inside!” Elenore exclaimed.
I did not mind that the sensation was good for her, but for the moment I was more concerned about my own pleasure.
I started to ride the cock with all my strength. Elenore was locked below me, totally unable to resist as I pleasured myself. From the sound of it she was overwhelmed by the sensations, her body serving me as I used a maddening pace to maximized my pleasure.
Suddenly she screamed and I felt the cock deliver load after load of hot cum inside my body.
The sword had promised I would not get pregnant from any sex with a man while I carried the sword, but did that apply to the sword itself? I did not care as my orgasm washed over me.
After an eternity we were done and I rolled off her. The cock kept erect no matter what but Elenore had all but fainted from the effort of the sex. Looking at the cock I realized that if I kept it in transformed form it would only be a matter of time before I was dragged into yet more sex.
There seemed to be a sexual compulsion connected to it that was making it hard for me to not start licking it again or riding it until it delivered its load inside me.
Would the Inn keeper stand his customers disturbed a second time in a short while? Our screams of passion must have been heard in all the nearby rooms. Hopefully there was nobody living there, but I did not dare to chance it. I took hold of the cock and pulled. It actually took very little force, maybe it was so easy because I am the owner of the sword.
The cock slid loose and transformed to sword form again. It was actually quite violent, the sword exploding forth and impaling the foot end of the floor despite it being a massive pine board.
The question about how to get the sword loose would be tomorrows problem, now I just wanted to sleep.
I pulled the sleeping Elenore close to me. Out of habit I placed her hands at my groin as I pulled her into my embrace, but she did not react. The sex had left her totally exhausted. It was nice to snuggle close to her nude body. My own cunt had been stretched by the sex with foot long cock in a very nice fashion and it felt great, isn’t I the greatest slut there ever was.
My last thought before I went to sleep was regret; I most likely would have to wait to after the trip through the pass to be on the giving side of the magic dildo.
* * *
I woke with a yawn, the girl had turned in her sleep and I was spooning her. My right arm rested on her flat tummy, just a inch away from her well used pussy. Behind me, pressed into my ass cheek I could feel the handle of my sword.
I wondered what would happen if somebody took the dildo up their ass, would it transform in the same fashion? Can’t say I was eager to try, but if a guy did it they could possible end with two dicks.
Maybe I finally had an answer to what previous male owners of the sword had done with it when they needed to celebrate a fight won. I could easily imagine that there would be guys who would take the discomfort of penetration to be able to do a double rape of any nearby female.
From the light sipping in through the window it was still early morning, but probably not very much time left before the caravan would depart. Should I prod Elenore awake?
Out of the passion I was a bit nervous of how last nights encounter would change the relationship between us. Not that I had any regrets, she was my sex slave after all.
Still sleeping with somebody every night means that you develop a closeness to the person even if they serve you.
To be honest I was afraid to grow too emotionally attached to her. Despite the training I gave her I had few delusions about it being enough, most likely she would meet a opponent not fooled by her innocent looks and she would be slain.
At this rate it would take years on the road before she got enough weapon training to match what even a noble lady got during her upraising. The son of a noble man or just some standard thug along the road would have a lot more experience and pick her apart.
“You are awake?” she asked. Obviously she had been awake for a while. I let my hand play over her skin in response, too lazy to respond to her with words.
“Don’t know if you intend more sex before we depart, but I would prefer we did talk instead,” Elenore said. I could hear the hidden nervousness in her voice.
“We can talk while we snuggle,” I said, but I must admit that could not help myself from letting my fingers edge closer to her sex.
Not that I needed sex that desperately or wanted to distract her to avoid a serious talk, but I enjoyed intruding on her privacy. Forcing myself on her last night had been a rush.
“Do you know why I follow you on your revenge trip?” she asked. I halted my attempts of seduction, I had not expected this kind of discussion.
I understood she had something more serious in mind than that casual answer she always gave about her wanting to avoid getting married to some local bandit.
“I thought about leaving your company,” she continued. “Problem is just that no decent place will hire a girl without proven classifications. The royal Inns might have low pay job available, but they keep contact with each other so even though I can work in an Inn the risk is great words will spread and a bandit will come looking for me. In practice I think my only chance to make serious cash on my own would be to sign up with a whorehouse.”
“Would be hard on you who prefers girls,” I said.
“I think I could manage, it is just work. Like when I flirt with men at the Inn to make them give me tips,” she replied. I smiled at her words, how little did she know.
She continued speaking. “I also know that most who sign with an brothel end staying there. The lure of easy money is great and one day you realize that it is too late in life to change career. I decided to stay with you since I hope that this is a better path than the whorehouse. Just a small part of your money would allow me to buy somewhere to live and pay the tutor fee to learn some craft that I could use to earn money.”
“Is this about me not paying you anything for your service or is it about the caravan?” I wondered with a skeptical tone in my voice. Slaves are supposed to lick and pet your sex, not getting paid.
“No, I don’t demand any salary; I realize my limitations. I have no proper servant training beyond the Inn and me providing nightly distractions for you in bed seem like a fair deal compared to all the problems you get with explaining why I tag along. Having a young female companion do not make it easier for you to act as sword for hire, does it?” she said.
“Actually I have given the caravan situation a bit of thought,” I said. “If we sell each other as a pair and I am forward enough like I will be we could perhaps limit your part of it.”
Was I trying to be noble? Not really, I was just not fond of the idea of sharing my slave with somebody else.
“Sweet of you to think of it,” Elenore said. “Still, our position in the caravan would be more believable if I whore around on my own. Should make it easier for us to move past the toll station undetected, right?”
“It would certainly help, the toll guards will expect that we as camp followers are formally married to some of caravan guards to reduce the level of sin we live in and ignore us. The likelihood for them believing that depend on how the other caravan guards behave around us. If we both really sleep with the caravan guards the chances are much better at slipping part the toll station safely,” I replied.
“I feel responsible, you could pass as a real caravan guard. It is my presence that complicates things,” Elenore said.
“I could not pass as a regular guard without armor,” I said. Finding armor that fit me up in the highlands had turned very difficult. It was a shame that Nachal twice had destroyed what I found so far. The first armor had even been a custom fitted one that I really liked.
“I understand,” she said. “Anyway, all this talk to get to the gist of it. I think I can do my part of getting us through the pass, but it will be a sacrifice to me. I need to understand why we so desperately must get down from the highlands this autumn. If we wait for spring there should be plenty of caravans. Caravans that are so large that bandits won’t dare to attack them even if they know you carry a fortune. We might need to shake followers when we get down to the coast, but with all the people that travel in the spring that should be doable even if your fortune was known.”
I paused to consider her words, but her objection did not change my mind.
“It is a good question, but I don’t dare to halt my search. Spending a winter with you in my bed sounds very tempting, but what if the sword think it is a too long break from the search and pulls back its granted strength? The previous owner died since the sword destroyed her armor and I suspect it also removed the granted super strength. She actually managed to overcome the opponent, but was stuck below her dead horse. Pushing herself free should been a simple task with the magical strength granted by the sword, but she instead cut off her leg. A foolish act since she died there from the blood loss. Anyway I am also worried how much gossip it would attract if word spread that we have coins enough to stay at an Inn for the whole winter without any work to support us.”
“I did not think about that,” she responded and pressed her body close to mine. By now I was seriously tempted for some morning sex, but I was also starting to get worried about it being late.
“We need to get up so that the caravan not leaves without us,” I said.
“What about clothes?” she asked. “Remember, you destroyed mine yesterday.”
“We still have some spares from the bandits I fought,” I answered.
“Great, me also having to wear worn male clothes,” she complained.
“Inheriting male clothes seem rather common here on the countryside, also I think you will have an easier time with the caravan guards with such clothes,” I said.
I smiled at her groan at the clothes we found in my backpack, they were not pretty.
Maybe I should buy us something more descent when we got down to the coastal cities. After all it was nice to have a pair of so very talented hands at hand, so stroking her ego in return might seem wise. It would also not hurt for me to get to see more of her skin than shown with the male clothes.
* * *
“You can’t be serious?” I complained to the other caravan guards. They started back at me in a unfriendly fashion.
There was four guards beside me and Elenore. A large barbarian named Griff, a middle aged veteran sellsword named Lucas, an archer from highlands named Thomas and a young sellsword named Ted.
“Don’t be such a stiff, we don’t need to have guards awake the whole night. Nobody will attack a caravan with so many guards,” Ted countered.
“I am sure would be robbers will be so very afraid of a bunch of sleeping guards that they won’t even dare to draw their weapons,” I objected.
“We get you want to prove yourself as hardcore guard, but drop the act,” Griff complained. “A soft little girl like you, it is all clear what your supposed position is in the camp. You asked to come because you are bored of that metal dildo. You want me to fuck you to sleep, don’t you?”
There was no reaction from the sword, but I did not try to delude myself. I would need to follow his suggestion literally to not displease the sword. Maybe I could twist it in a slightly better direction.
“Sure, I would love to fuck tonight if you pay the coin, but we still need a watch to be safe,” I responded.
“Nah, I don’t think I should pay full price, you really like the thought of my huge member violating your little cunt, don’t you?” Griff responded.
I hated the direction of the discussion, if they began to understood I could not deny sex no matter how little they paid then I was pretty much bound to fuck constantly after that. A sudden rattle from my sword made me realized I had hesitated to long about how to answer.
“I am sure we can work something out,” I replied.
Maybe I could recover some graze from the sword by acting wanton. I licked my lips and let my hand play with my sex through the clothes. It took little effort to act this way, years serving the sword’s demands for lust and sex had made it like second nature for me.
“It is settled then, no staying awake the whole night?” Ted asked.
“No, not settled,” I complained. “I am just distracted for the moment.”
Maybe not the smartest thing to say, but to be honest I was rather distracted. There is a thin line between acting like you are in heat about a guy and actually starting to like the thought.
“You wish it was time to sleep already, so we could begin fucking this very moment,” Griff said, obviously working hard to use a language that was foreign to him.
His words was on the border line of being explicit enough so that the sword would hold me to the literal meaning. He had only said he thought I wished it, if he had included himself it would have been different.
Actually why did it need to be different for me to act on it? I did not have any credibility around this guys anyway so why not please the sword by degrading myself?
I went to Griff and took hold of the belt that kept the skin he kept over his loins. With him being a barbarian that was his only piece of clothing. I tugged him close, making sure I used a bit more strength than what would be expected from my slender frame, but not enough to cause alarm.
“Horny are you?” he asked as I grinding myself along his muscular body.
“Just getting started, but I want you if you can pay,” I responded.
“The tents are not even put in place yet,” he objected.
“We have had our last meal for the day and I don’t mind if they look so I say it is evening this right now,” I said. Actually this might work out rather well. He might be hesitant to object to almost the full charge if the other guards had seen him fuck me.
I opened the catch on the leather straps that kept my sword in place. It barely had landed on the ground with a bang before my tunic followed. Griff had stopped resisting and pulled me into his hard muscled embrace. My feet was literally dangling in the air as he kissed me in a relentless fashion. I did not mind as his tongue invaded my mouth.
Little movement was possible in his embrace, but my right hand was free and I used it to try to dig past his loins skin. He barely seemed to register, he was busy using my body to rub his cock below the clothes.
“Take me!” I urged when he finally broke the kiss. He seemed a bit surprised that I had any air left, the silly fool must never had thought about breathing through your nose as you kiss.
My hand sneaked between us and undid his belt buckle. If he was surprised he did not show it as he stepped out of his loins skin. I felt him press his fingers below my skin pants, it was obvious he intended to pull the seams apart.
“Do that and I will make you regret it!” I threatened.
He paused confused, obviously unable to comprehend what a female that he kept dangling above the ground could possibly do.
I did not want to reveal my great strength and used the opportunity to use my right hand to undo the knot on my pants. The weight of my coin bag pulled my pants down halfway my legs.
As my pants slid down I felt him grip for my underwear, not that there were any. The fact that all nearby now could see me half naked added to the experience.
He paused and I took opportunity to pull myself up and aim his cock for my eager pussy. He groaned in satisfaction as he felt me split over his hard tool.
Normally I would be hesitant to take full penetration from such large male. If his cock matched his great frame I was in for some experience. Now after having seen Elenore take the full sword handle inside her I did not think I had any place to bitch about deep penetration. Of course there might be a bit of magic involved when the cursed dildo handle penetrated a girl, actually considering Elenore had been virgin it seemed very likely there was magic.
Actually the situation must have looked rather funny. Me and Griff struggling about who was in charge of the fucking. Obviously he had thought he would have to lift my weight as we stood standing and fucking at the same time. I had of course no problem of grabbing his arms and lifting myself up. In the end there was little he could do with my greater leverage and strength as I committed myself to a rapid pace of fucking.
Not that he did not try, he had his hands wrapped around my ass and tried to direct a slower pace. I just ignored him and literally masturbated myself on his cock in the fashion that pleased me most.
His cock was rather awesome, not too large so that it caused me any pain. I would need to check the size afterwards to measure it against the dildo handle, but I suspected Elenore still was in the lead on taking the largest size.
It did not take long before he came and we collapsed down on the ground. I had still not come and quickly pulled him over and grasped after his softening cock. He groaned as I without mercy tried to make him erect again.
“No more, I am spent,” he complained.
“Quite obviously,” I complained and abandoned the attempt. “You are good fuck but can forget about any discount with such limited staying power.”
I stood up and looked around. The others was looking at me with lustful looks as they had been watching every detail of our sex. None of them was obviously yanking off but maybe that is a guy thing after seeing Griff’s rather huge cock.
“Good entertainment,” Elenore said. She was sitting in merchant James Rode’s lap. The merchant’s hands was not visible if you did not count the revealing movement below Elenore’s clothes.
I stood there with my skin pants around by ankles as I looked at Elenore in the merchants lap. Griff’s cum was actually dripping down my legs.
Our gazes met, she was not really enjoying the attention, but from my point of view she acted like she liked it like any good whore should.
I really doubt the merchant could tell the difference. He was touching her in way no male ever had done before and Elenore seemed to be able to enjoy it to some degree so she could pretend he was a masterful lover.
“James dear, are you really comfortable about no watch at the camp?” she asked.
The merchant grunted in response. I would not have tried the same ploy during sex. Merchant Rode came across as somebody who never dared to impose his will on servants or guards. Would he really confront his guards on the issue, or was he struck with his stance of not causing reasons for betrayal from the guards?
“I don’t think I will be a good lay if I am nervous about large animals sneaking into the camp to attack me. I want guards,” Elenore begged. Her voice perfectly moving between showing concern and being filled with sexual arousal from his fumbling hands.
“Animals don’t move into the camp to attack people,” he responded.
“It is not about being rational, but if you are okay with me distracted from the fucking by listening for animals then so be it,” Elenore complained. By now she had fully dropped the act of getting aroused by him playing with her. He grunted in displeasure and renewed his efforts to make her excited.
I understood that Elenore was right, my previous approach of confrontation did obviously not go anywhere and this was more clever.
“With us being 6 guards each watch will be rather short,” I said. “The only way it will might be taxing is if people insist to buy too much sex from me and Elenore.”
I obviously had everyone’s attention now.
“Taking more than one customer at a night usually cost extra, but I could agree to charge the same to all if people promise to do their guarding duty,” I said.
“I think I can handle more than one man during a night, especially if I must not be afraid about there being no watchers of camp,” Elenore replied. She started to go with the act again and rocked gently in the merchant’s lap as his fingers explored her young flesh.
“I will stand guard,” young Ted exclaimed and stood up.
“First to volunteer, you get to chose whom should share your bed with afterwards,” I said.
Do I need to say that everyone was quick to volunteer after this? The funny thing was that through it all none of the men had been smart enough to ask what our regular fair was for having sex.
We had the option to give them a nasty surprise to recover some of the coin the merchant was ripping us off for the food. The price had been quite higher than I had expected.
Not that I intended to do any such thing. I had more than enough coins to spare to pay the merchant and we needed these low standard guards friendly with us when we reached the toll station as Leonards’ pass.
“What if we bring up the tents?” I asked. “I suppose none other than Griff would be inclined to do fucking while standing up?”
Everyone was quick to volunteer for this also, think how sex can make things flow more smoothly.
* * *
“What is the problem?” I asked as merchant Rode came towards us with a determined look on his face. Above the pines of the mountain pass I could see the actual toll station.
“Two problems,” Rode responded. “The guards of the toll station got struck with a sickness from some travelers a few days ago that cause fever and a horrible rash. By law they must offer us shelter, but the commander seriously recommend us to continue on and make camp in the forest on the other side of the station if we want to avoid the sickness. The second problem is that the guards have been instructed to block passage for a man with a sword that looks indecent and take the man prisoner.”
“A man with a indecent sword?” I asked, not being able to avoid looking at the dildo handle of my cursed sword.
“Yes, your sword does clearly qualify. They are looking for a man, but the guards will assume the sword belongs to one of the males even if you carry it. I think the only solution is that you drop that ugly sword in the forest behind us,” James Rode ordered.
“I won’t do that,” I responded. For obvious reasons I could not explain that losing the sword would mean I ended in hell, but maybe I could bribe my way past the guards.
“It is either that or you two will be expelled from the caravan,” the merchant responded.
“Wait!” Elenore objected. “We need a private talk out in the forest before a decision is made. I go talk with the guards to gather some information and then me and Sylvia meet in the forest. Let the caravan prepare to proceed past the toll station and camp in the woods and we will rejoin you before you leave.”
I smiled at Elenore’s words, obviously the girl had something on her mind. Did she intend for me to sneak past the toll station in secret and join them afterwards? Normally I would say such feat was impossible, the kings guards were professionals. On the other hand with many of the guards sick the security might be relaxed.
A short while later Elenore rejoined me in the forest, I could see on her expression that she had breaking news.
“Guess what? I charmed one of guards until he told me the reason why they are looking for a guy with a special sword. It all started two months back when the lord of Netters Coast recruited a new guard captain. The man named Philip, claimed to be from a foreign country, but lady Netters thought he and his wife were too familiar with our country and asked for a divination to be done,” Elenore said.
I literally froze as I heard her words. Philip had been the name of my fiancé who ran away with Carmen Elisa. Had they been gone for a couple years, but now returned to the country with new surnames?
“A priest named Theodore Fletcher did the divination and rumor says that it was so horrible that his health has still not recovered,” Elenore told. “Lady Netters had expected the new guard captain to have a false name and some black past, instead the divination warned of the future. Because lord Netters had hired this man Philip as guard captain, the lord would be slain by a warrior that carried a sword with an indecent handle. Furthermore his two daughters would become pregnant outside of marriage and the lady herself would be mutilated. As a final detail the divination told that Netters Harbour the capital of Netters coast would burn to the ground, and that the economy of the family would be ruined.”
“The Netter family is well known for having just about every coin they own invested in the capital for their district, I reckon lord Netters did not take this prophecy well?” I asked.
“The lord confronted this man named Philip who denied any foul play, but before he realized the seriousness of the situation he told lord Netter there had been a rumor about a stranger with a weird sword looking for his wife. The lord freaked at this and threw both Philip and the wife into the dungeon. Furthermore he sent out his men to determine if there existed any stranger with a sword matching the deion,” Elenore replied.
“What a high degree of irony,” I mumbled. “Lord Netter’s imprisons them in his dungeon since he think they will cause him harm. This means that I, the one that carry the cursed sword will come visit his town.”
“First you need to get the sword past the toll guards,” Elenore reminded me.
“Yes, that is a problem. I rather not need to fight my way past the guards without any armor. Is it possible to sneak past the toll station?” I asked.
“Not possible, they have rented some guard dogs from nearby herdsmen to cover for their lack of manpower,” Elenore said, a wicked smile playing over her lips.
“What is that you plan?” I asked totally perplexed. Quite obviously she had thought of something that I had not.
“To see you push a dildo up your pussy in a hurry,” she responded, giggling with laughter. When she said it I realized the solution had been there along. If I transformed the sword to a male cock attached to my body, the guards would never know it. The resulting cock might be large, but not so large that I could not hide it below my clothes.
“What if I demand you to warm me up first?” I asked. With her good idea she had earned the right to tease me, but I was still the one in charge.
“Then you will miss the caravan leaving, you better drop you pants quickly if you want to move past the toll station with the caravan,” Elenore responded.
I frowned, she was definitely right. I undid the knots of my trousers and exposed my naked ass to the nearby forest and my girl companion. The sword handle looked huge as I pulled the sword and aimed it for my poor pussy.
“The sword will demand sexual compensation before I pull it out again,” I threatened.
“I am counting on it,” Elenore responded. “Stuff it into your sex slave and we will see if you are a better fuck than the male caravan guards.”
I thought about responding, but there was no use in stalling anymore. I had to lean backwards for the handle of the long sword to align with my sex. When in position I used my enormous strength to push the handle into my sex and hoping it would not cause permanent damage. Actually it worked better than I had expected. The sword’s magic probably aided the attempt of me pushing the by now twitching dildo deeper inside me.
Only problem that it was so much of it, I kept feeding inch after inch into my pussy. Momentary I wondered if the magic perhaps did not work on myself. Suddenly a powerful orgasm rocked through my body. It was so powerful that I collapsed down on the ground.
As I could focus again I could feel the magic dildo working inside me. Ever caressing me and making sure that I could not forget about sex even for a moment.
“That was hot,” Elenore said. “It is very sexy, please cover it up. The magic of the cock is making it very distracting.”
Her cheeks was rather blushed, she was looking at me standing there with a cock so hard and terribly inviting. I forced myself to ignore that thought and covered up.
“Better, the compulsion is gone,” she said. That only applied to her, I was constantly ravaged sexually by the sword. I understood now why Elenore had two days earlier collapsed so totally exhausted after a short while. Without the super strength provided by the sword I would probably also been down panting in exhaustion.
There was a lump there below my skin pants if you knew where to look, but with outdoor clothes on it would not be to noticeable. We hurried after the others and reached caravan just before it reached the toll station.
All in all the passing by the toll station went very well since it was a dull affair. The guards were busy calculating the toll costs for the merchant and paid little interest to the two females walking at the rear of the caravan. Between thoughts about ravishing Elenore with my magic cock I was worried that some of the caravan guards would make some comment about me dropping my sword in front of the toll guards, but luckily they kept silent.
Finally we were past the toll station and the caravan moved forward again at its slow pace. The day was quickly growing more dark in the deep forest as the night approached. Impatiently I followed the caravan, there was little I could do but to grind my teeth and try to distract myself as my sex was teased in a masterful fashion.
In the distance I heard one of the caravan guards try to purchase us for the night, but Elenore refused. She said there were many nights forward of us and we needed one night to recover before we were available for hire again.
Eventually we were at the camp site and tents were raised and everyone ate some meager field rations. The mood was rather glum, everyone had expected better food at the toll station this night. When we were done with the food I urged Elenore on so we could go to bed.
As we entered our tent I could almost not get out of my clothes quickly enough. Elenore was wise enough to not try to tease me and did undress quickly. It was wise since we had no more fitting spare clothes, but I was beyond caring. I would have torn her clothes to pieces since I needed sexual relief now.
Elenore dropped her clothes, I really liked her grasp of arousal as the magic cock came into view and the magic compulsion to fuck hit her again. She did not care about preparing the bed. Just spread the blankets enough so she had somewhere to place her knees and hands. She did kneel and raised her lovely ass for me.
In the bad light I could barely see her nude skin, but I could smell her. The musky smell of her sex as I placed myself behind her and started to feed my eager tool into her.
She grasped in delight as I pushed inside her. As I started to fuck her I calculated the days since we first meet. The reason I had waited for some days with full sex in beginning was that she had her period back then. This night must be mature lovers night halfway between her periods. If the cum that came out of the cock was real, then it was quite one possible that we were making a baby at this very moment.
Of course there are herbs to take to prevent pregnancy, but had Elenore thought about such? She might have followed my example and not realized that I ignored such herbs since the sword should guard me from pregnancies.
I smiled at the thought. Why should I care, my sins would be taken away so why not enjoy the moment?
I gave my everything to the sex and Elenore gasped in pleasure as I pounded into her sex at a pace far beyond anything human. The dildo inside me responded in the same fashion. Curiously enough I could cum like a female without the cock spreading its cum. Or did it came all the six times when my sex trembled, but never going soft between the climaxes so I could just go on and enjoying my multiple orgasms?
Truth to be told I was almost exhausted. Even my supernatural strength did have a limit and keeping the cock attached for a couple of hours had drained me. Elenore had collapsed down out of tiredness, I had followed her down and kept pounding into her sex as she lay flat panting in exhaustion.
I decided that enough is enough and pulled out. Trembling in exhaustion I stumbled down besides Elenore.
“Wow,” Elenore mumbled beside me, she also sounded totally spent.
I wanted to pull the cock free of my sex, but hesitated. It was bound to tear through the tent wall when it returned to its proper form and it was both a borrowed tent and a bit hard to explain how I suddenly had my sword again.
Could I keep the sword hidden below my clothes during the daytime and have it out during the nights? I trembled at the thought how the cock would drain me if I had it in me a whole day. Most likely I would faint from sexual exhaustion. Besides the caravan guards might expect some attention in the night.
Dizzy with tiredness I started to pull on some clothes to sneak out in woods and get the sword out. The problem how to explain the swords presence would have to be saved until tomorrow, but I needed it out now without any visible damage on the tent.
Suddenly the opening to the tent opened and an unknown armed male stared inside. I was too surprised to say anything. In his hand he carried a spear and a shield.
“Oh, they brought entertainment, the gang will be so pleased,” he said.
I wondered about what to do, our caravan was obviously overtaken by bandits. The other caravan guards must have been to lazy to put out guards, or the bandits had taken out the guards. Normally some bandits would not scare me that much, but this was not normal. I was so tired that I could barely sit. Could I even swing my magically heavy monstrous sword in my current condition? Honestly I did not know.
“Wake you sexy friend. You are coming with us to our hideout,” the bandit said.
I complied and whispered into Elenore’s ear what the situation was. We stumbled out, me covered in clothes that felt so horribly confining around the magic cock that demanded sex and Elenore mostly nude. Just a cloak wrapped around her. Outside there were only five bandits. Still with bandits with sharp weapons aimed at us and we without any weapon the number meant little.
Ted and Lucas of the caravan guards were still alive. The others had been foolish enough to resist and were slain. James Rode and the surviving guards were tied and had blindfolds. I was not surprised when we were soon given the same treatment. Luckily none of the bandits did any try to feel me up, it would have been embarrassing and I was in no position to resist.
We stood there waiting for a while until they had erased the traces of our camp and then they ordered us forward. I stumbled forward with the others. Nobody knew how mightily distracted I was by the dildo that continued to torment me sexually. For the first time in years I felt my confidence tremble. How would this end?
End of chapter 2/5