”“Thank you for staying true, Liddea.” Aran said sincerely. “I don’t think we could tackle the problems ahead without the Servants.”“I a...most renounced my vow, once,” Liddea said slowly. “It was years ago, when my mother died. When I was younger, she and I had a fight because I wanted more than to live in some backwater hovel in poverty, so I left for Maralon to seek a better life, leaving my parents behind. When I returned a year later to visit, she was gone, buried in the back field, and my. Ilose sight of her as the other women gather round. The men in the crowdstart to drift away but the man with the whip walks towards us, alongwith two other men. Johnathyn places a big hand on my lap and shakes hishead, warning me to say nothing. The man walks up to Johnathyn's side ofthe wagon."Hail, friend. What business have you here in Winstead?" I am a blacksmith, traveling from town to town, applying my trade. Doyou have a blacksmith?"He smiles broadly. "Nay, we do not. You are most. He's suddenly inside me, plungingpast the pain. The rest of the way is smooth and dark; it's a velvetytraversing. He's got me by the pigtails again, riding bareback, steeringme towards his inevitable orgasm which I see looming on the immediatehorizon. I feel like one of the horses of the Apocalypse when he comes.He leaves me there on the loveseat like something broken, semen leakingfrom my sissypuss, tears on my face. There's a small patch of dampnessbeneath me that isn't his. The telltale. One naked, hairless but well talcum powered sissy was led hand in handback to the bedroom. Even the cool air on my naked body felt sodifferent now as I walked daintily beside nanny wearing only my girlyfluffies."We'll put your camisole and panties back on plus this lovely dressinggown. Then you can play with Cindy while I get your dinner ready, youmust be hungry by now dear." Yes I am quite hungry but isn't it a little early for dinner?" I askednot quite knowing the time, but it did seem.