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Backpacking

The Mask Comes Off
Part II - "Hourglass"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: February 29, 2016

When Leah finally stopped running, she only did so because her lungs and legs would permit it no longer. Every time she had heard a sweep of branches, every time she thought she had heard footsteps approaching, she would spur herself on for several more minutes of sprinting, often in a new direction. The thick forestry of Odarath flew by her in a green blur for what felt like ages. Finally, when things had begun to quiet down, when she could take not a single additional step, she tripped out of exhaustion and collapsed into a thicket, rolling over her sides a couple times before coming to rest over her back.

Lungs burning and heaving, face and arm wounds pulsating, stomach muscles aching, legs spasming, Leah lay there, chest expanding and plummeting with every harsh, ragged breath she sucked in. She told herself she’d just need a couple minutes to catch her breath, and then she’d be running, again. Instead, she ended up slipping into a brief bout of restless sleep, in spite of the midmorning sun overhead. When she awoke nary half an hour later, she panicked for a moment, bolting upright as she patted herself down. Her sack of supplies was at her side, untouched. The bloody cheese knife she had refused to let go of was lying over the grass, not far to her right.

Leah started to smile, then grin, then laugh. She was still alive, it was true, but something else had dawned on her, something much more entertaining: her butt plug was still inside. She had been clenching down so hard out of sheer terror that the plug hadn’t even slipped out, into her shorts. Even now, after falling asleep, she could still feel that very noticeable, very recognizable sensation of being filled. In that instant, after feeling relieved just to be alive, that little bit of absurdity had Leah donkeying out laughter like a drunken buffoon.

It was easy to look on the bright side of things, after that. She was alive, and she had probably covered a good bit of ground, in her escape. She didn’t hear anything in the forest around her, so she was safe, for the time being. She still had all of her supplies, and it was about time for her lunch, anyway. She didn’t have anything for her injuries, which were particularly bad on her arms, but she could still walk. She could always find a stream and clean her wounds, then have a bite to eat. After all that running, she needed an opportunity to wash up, anyway, and get the sweat out of her clothes.

It was a surprisingly serene moment, considering she was not so long ago fighting for her very life. Finding a tiny creek not too far from her resting spot, Leah popped out her plug, peeled out of her clothes, and set about cleaning her body, her wounds - everything. So long as infection didn’t set in, she believed she’d be fine, although some part of her worried that without bandages to cover her injuries, wolves might be attracted to the scent of her blood. Wringing the water out of her clothes as well as she could, she hung them over a low tree branch to dry, then set about preparing herself something that could keep her on her feet.

Using her freshly cleaned cheese knife, Leah sliced off another modest hunk from her cheese wheel, slipped it between two slices of bread, and had herself another little sandwich. To wash it down, she drained her glass bottle, which she remembered to promptly refill in the creek. As a little extra afterwards, she ate a couple pickles, as well as a handful or two of her raisins and nuts trail mix, which finally had her feeling full. Of course, as the meal concluded and Leah began putting everything away, her mind inevitably began to drift towards the final need she had yet to sate. Something a little more personal required her attention, now.

A sort of agitation crawled along her skin, warm, almost unnoticeable. She tried to ignore it, trying to think about how she needed to move on, continue making her way south to try and reach the nearby Warsworn Keep. As she slipped her jar of pickles inside her sack, however, it landed more towards the side of the sack rather than dead-center, and pulled over the mouth of the burlap until it was open directly beneath her, forcing her to glance within. What she saw made her gulp. There it was, Kelly’s dildo, jutting out just next to the vial of lube, just waiting to be used. Her nostrils lightly flared as her breath slowly deepened. She shouldn’t...She needed to keep going.

But, it had been so long...Last time she had tried, she had been interrupted by that hungry wolf. Before that, she had been nursing at Kelly’s teat, suckling a free meal. Just the thought had her stomach tingling with excitement. She really shouldn’t...But...Kelly had told her to prepare herself, to ready her body for her own “deflowering,” and Farrah, too, had made her promise to jerk off as often as possible until her balls ran dry...Her nostrils flared more intensely as her fingers began to tremble. She’d be wasting time, and gods knew this wasn’t safe territory, anymore. But, finally having the plug out left her feeling so empty, so...Needy. And now, staring her in the face was something that could fill her hole even more wholly. So big, so long, so thick...

She cracked. There was no way she could put this off, any longer. The hot need washing across her skin escalated, homing in on a particular southern region as she finally gave in. She needed it, bad, and the naughty little trap couldn’t hold herself back, any longer. She reached into her sack and, daintily, carefully, wrapped her fingers around Kelly’s dildo, delicately shifting the other contents as she pulled it out. Her other hand found her vial of lube and brought it out, as well. Without it, none of this would be possible - damned if she was going to go back to using spit, after all! Finding a clear spot not far from the creek, Leah sat herself down on the grass and began indulging herself, slowly. This was her first time, after all, and some preparation, some ritual, was in order...

Seated on her knees, feet beneath her spongy bubble butt, she held the glass dildo with one hand delicately wrapped around the base of the shaft, her pinky unknowingly remaining extended. The other hand cradled the base of the false phallus, left bored and unfulfilled without a hefty pair of undercarriage to fondle and massage. Leah, plump lips curved into a little smile, brought the dildo closer to her face, eyes crossing as they followed the bulbous tip. Her heart just wouldn’t calm down, it was racing so fast that her chest felt like it was being sizzled by her own pumping blood.

Even though the girthy ass-stretcher was Kelly’s, and thus had no doubt seen plenty of use, Leah felt no trepidation as she eased it closer to her lips. She opened her mouth, breathing a little huskily as the tip of her tongue slid out. When her hot, wet mouth muscle touched the smooth, rounded end of that glass knob, a tremble coursed down her spine all the way to her puckered, pre-stretched rosebud, the bodacious trap’s hole uncontrollably giving an eager clench. Her eyelids fell to slits as she snaked her tongue up to the left, rounding the side of the fat tip, then passed the underside of her tongue over the top, going back down the right side.

She flicked her tongue up past the front, then closed her lips and pressed a deep, moist kiss over the end, a steamy sigh drifting out through her nose in the process. Oh, mister Dildo...No doubt you had a long, fruitful relationship with Kelly, but you’re Leah’s, now. Don’t worry, miss Leah always takes care of her man. She’ll make you feel just as good as Kelly ever did, so forget about the old and welcome in the new. Leah gently slid her hand up some of the shaft, then eased her head forward, letting her lips pass over the end of that rod. Time to greet the missus, my good man.

The sensation of the hard glass passing over her tongue was certainly foreign, but a reasonable enough facsimile to the real thing to get her blood pumping southward. Her eyes fell shut as she slid the dildo to the back of her mouth, shaking her undulating tongue left and right across the underside of the pole, all the while. She could almost hear the good husband groaning, his head momentarily hanging back at her ministrations. She could feel the pulsing in his rod as she held him steady, his tip throbbing against the roof of her mouth, his musk blinding her to all else. Oh, mister Dildo...What a gods-damn stud. Nothing turns this trap on more than dropping to her knees and performing a right honourable service for the kingdom’s prince.

She made sure to get as much of her drool on the dildo as she could, then eased the toy back, pursing her big, full lips around it as it slid back out of her loving embrace. The lilting moan she gave as she eased it back in was a high, trembling warble, her stomach constantly fluttering with butterflies as she got into a brief, slurping rhythm. She smiled and teased mister Dildo, very gently tapping some of her teeth against him once or twice. She could hear him groan, then chuckle, making her grin around his hot, throbbing prick until he placed a hand on her head, guiding her back to the task at hand.

She ramped up her suction until her cheeks hollowed every time she withdrew him from her depths, her taut lips pushing the saliva along his shaft until it formed a foamy ring halfway in, marking the exact depth she could get on his cock before needing to withdraw. If she wanted, she could easily smash that record by pushing him into her gullet, but there was no need for such kinkiness when she was already doing such a good job dredging up his load. Finally, after a couple more minutes of spit-shining mister Dildo, she decided that he was ready. She had convinced him of her intentions, and neither of them wanted this encounter to be so one-sided, any longer. It was time to consummate their new relationship.

Leah gave a breathless giggle as she examined the toy, watching the way her saliva made the glass shine. Once she had gotten the vial of lube open, however, she was forced to tear her eyes away - last thing she wanted to do, now, was let her trembling hand bungle this all up, for her. She picked the vial up and, holding the dildo horizontally, lightly drizzled some of the colourless syrup out along the shaft of the toy, ensuring she didn’t accidentally empty out the entire vial. She couldn’t help but grin as she carefully set the vial back down on the grass, screwing the cap back on before wrapping a fist around mister Dildo’s pulsating prick.

Soft squelching sounds filled the air as she forced her hand back and forth, squeezing her fist tight like a vice on her lover’s tool. She gave a playful snarl, curling a lip up as she worked her arm, watching the way the goopy sap clung to his length. She could hear him groan, but it’d take a lot more than a rough handjob to break him. Leah grinned and chuckled, speeding up her stroking until a droplet of lube flew off her hand and hit her cheekbone, making her close an eye and flinch. A lighthearted giggle drifted out of her right afterwards, her eyes rising to his face. Ohh, mister Dildo wants to spit pre-cum at her, does he?

Well...Wifey appreciates the moral support, but it isn’t really needed. Any time hubby wants her to spend some time playing with him, all he has to do is open his pants. Leah’s eyes were glittering by the time she was done massaging the lube across the dildo. More than enough, she was sure. Her twitching hole had already been prepared for his homecoming, thanks to the efforts of miss Plug. For a moment, Leah thought about taking a couple seconds to stretch out her ring with her fingers, but her impatience got the better of her. There was no time, she needed this, now! She was ready, she had always been ready!

She laid down on her side, breathing ragged with need. Her hard-on was unrelenting, standing as stiff as iron as it jutted out from between her thick thighs, pointing into the air. Her heavy, overflowing beanbag rested over her thigh as she raised the other leg, bending it at the knee as she kept it up in the air. Leah’s entire body was trembling with adrenaline, quaking with excitement. Her backdoor was uncontrollably flexing and clenching, anticipating the new lodgings it would offer to such a strong, handsome young man. The big, swinging dick was in town, and he was looking for a nice, easy screw to pass the time - preferably with some fat-assed butt-slut who liked it rough.

Leah didn’t hesitate to answer the booty call. Mouth hanging open, light pants drifting out of her, she brought her arm down behind herself, holding the dildo tight by the base. She clumsily tried pushing it between her thick cheeks, but instead just prodded one of her overstuffed seat cushions, smearing some of the lube off against herself. Her second poke was more accurate. Managing to get the tip into her valley, she lightly jiggled and tweaked the dildo to dig it in, then resorted to reached her free arm back, grabbing herself by a cheek, and spreading herself open as best she could. She swallowed some saliva as her face began to flush with warmth.

The sensation of the lube smearing between her cheeks was...So new, but so very much how she had fantasized. This was what she wanted. That slippery sensation near her little hole, preparing it for a workout...Leah couldn’t help but let a pant turn into a moan. She teased herself, delicately rubbing the tip of the dildo around her ring, then finally brought it to rest against her twitching entrance. No turning back, now. She was gonna pop her own black cherry with the help of mister Dildo, here, and ream herself out until she was teary-eyed and blubbering for more.

Just the thought had her drooling. She was gonna get it harder than a pro bono prostitute in a run-down tavern. She began pushing the dildo against herself, not too quickly, not too forcefully - it wasn’t necessary, not after miss Plug had already paved the way into her depths. Immediately, her little hole started to dilate, expanding to swallow the round end of her first pseudo lover. She pressed her lips tight together and closed her eyes, savouring the sensation of being spread open. The pressure was light, at first. It wasn’t anywhere near as uncomfortable as her past attempts to finger herself, which amazed her, considering the size discrepancy between her finger and this big, glass cock, moments away from taking her sweet maidenhead.

The pressure built up a little, and then, all of sudden, it passed through, with the cool sensation of the slick dick-tip touching somewhere new, somewhere...Fertile, instead coming to be. An overwhelming shudder of satisfaction ran down Leah’s spine, while her eyelids fluttered as she gave a shaky groan. She eased the dildo in a little deeper, feeling it pierce into her depths, forcing open her walls in a snug glove of a fit as it filled her void. Oh, fuck. Drool began to creep over Leah’s lower lip. The feeling of being full, of packing up her backdoor...Good God, her cock had been pumped full of so much blood, it was bright red like a cherry.

She let go of her cheek and rested her arm by her side, propping herself up with her elbow. Feeding the dildo deeper, she opened her eyes and looked down at her rigid baton, sticking out from her body in an explosive display of satisfaction. The sight of her own erect prick almost startled her, leaving her staring, dumbfounded. She was even harder than when she had put in her plug. Her round tip, so engorged it was an off-purple hue, shone lewdly. The few veins along her shaft bulged until they were as clear as day. A droplet of pre-cum had already oozed from her girly slit, slowly making it’s way down the side of her rod. The entire thing gently twitched and pulsed in time with her heartbeat, and it seemed like the deeper she swallowed the knob at her rear, the stiffer her cock became.

Her mouth hung open just enough for her teeth to barely go on edge. Staring sightlessly into the distance, leg still pulled up into the air, she pushed the rod deeper into herself, feeling her tight sphincter slowly slide along and grip at the shaft of her toy. Her cock was on fire, her overflowing, practically sloshing balls were tingling with need, and her walls inside felt so warm, she just couldn’t help but grab at her prick. As soon as she wrapped her hand around her aching pole, however, she had to wince and gasp. Just the slightest touch on her front had done something to back, forcing a big, firm knot to swell up and cram itself against the underside of the dildo.

Tears of ecstasy brimmed up in Leah’s eyes. Oh gods, if she stroked herself now, she’d be dribbling cum in seconds, and it’d all be over! With a pitiful whine she, very reluctantly, pried her hand away from her spasming cock, leaving it to dance back and forth in the air as it throbbed. Hush, little cock, you’ll get your chance to pour forth, soon enough. For the first time, however, the roiling slut-slime won’t be pumped out - it’ll be pushed out, from within. Panting, she put her elbow under herself, again, and slid the dildo deeper, but the round muscle bulging up behind her cock didn’t relax, right away.

Slowly, her eyes began to widen more and more, her mouth hanging ajar as the skewer in her ass speared ever-deeper. Her squeezing sphincter became a little uncomfortable, clearly irritated that the defiant houseguest was already making itself at home in her colon. The sensation of the rigid rod sliding across the firm bulge inside her was so intense, so electric, that it sent tingles through her body, vibrating up the base of her cock to her sensitive tip. Finally, as the dildo went so deep that an acutely uncomfortable sensation began to develop inside her, her magic spot relaxed, no longer crushing itself against the fat cock scooping her out. Leah closed her eyes, her teeth lightly going on edge once more as she kept pushing. She almost had the entire thing inside, now. She couldn’t stop, now!

Very faintly, she could feel the end of the dildo pushing up against her, somewhere deep inside. Although her ring squeezed even tighter, she kept pushing, groaning as the dildo dug even deeper into her. When she felt a faint push somewhere inside her belly, her eyes opened in stunned shock, the tears lining the bottom of her eyes finally trickling downwards, making her mascara run in black streaks. Her breathing escalated into ragged pants as her hand finally began to press up against her manslaying ass, carelessly squishing into her voluptuous seat cushions. Now, there was a new pressure, somewhere far inside, somewhere nothing had ever touched, before. She could feel the end of the dildo, pushing into her abdomen, plumbing her depths as far as it could.

Oh, gods almighty, to get fucked so damn deep, to get reamed out so thoroughly - Kelly better keep her promise! If the two of them don’t meet up again so she can feel that Varani’s hot, brown bitch-breaker crammed between her cheeks, or her fat balls swinging into her’s as her bubble butt gets humped, she’ll be pissed! She tilted her head back and dropped her jaw as she let out a sharp groan, pulling the dildo back a little faster than she should’ve. Her ring was pulled along the shaft of the dildo as it withdrew, squeezing, refusing to let go until the lube overpowered it. Sliding half of the long, thick toy back out, she quickly pushed it back in, jolting herself. Back out, then back in, back out, then back in - her eyes lightly rolled back in satisfaction as a shuddering, lilting, moan drifted out of her.

The bulge inside her began to grow, again, and it became impossible not to rub against it on every stroke. Her ring slowly began to warm up, and even burn, as the dildo pushed back and forth through it, sawing into her accommodating depths. Having a battering ram pistoning in and out of her deepest regions wasn’t at all the most comfortable of sensations, but gods, it was satisfying - whatever pain she felt only made butt-fucking herself all the more fulfilling. She ended up hanging her head back, again, eyes closed as she moaned like a bitch in heat, her crotch burning as the button in her girly ass was repeatedly hit, tingling a new kind of pleasure throughout her groin.

Absentmindedly, she reached her free hand over to her chest, grabbing her left breast. Too fixated on the magic stick filling her big, round ass with delight, she didn’t even notice that there was a bit more than usual, filling her hand. Instead, she pinched her piercing and used it to tweak her nipple, making a long, low groan whisper out of her lungs. She dropped her hand a moment later, raising her head, sweat beading on her forehead as her brow furrowed in newfound concentration. Her arm was beginning to grow sore, it wasn’t used to this kind of vigorous movement...At least, ahem, not in this particular position, anyway.

She wasn’t about to give up, though, not when her ass was really beginning to feel good. She pulled the dildo back, then angled it a little differently as it slid in, pushing the tip against her swollen, muscly bulge, inside. Her eyes rolled back into her skull as her grip slipped on the slick dildo, forcing her to readjust her hand and unintentionally scrape the end of the rod against her wall. She pushed it in deeper, grinding the underside of the glass cock against herself, vigorously massaging it back and forth, crushing it with the big, bad dick she had seduced. She didn’t even realize how much she was moaning, or how hard. She was, however, faintly aware of how much pre-cum she had dribbled onto her hip, the warm cock-sap clinging to her skin with the raw scent of sex.

Eventually, Leah’s rosebud gave up resisting and submitted itself to the thorough exploration it deserved, throwing itself upon the mercy of it’s conqueror. Once the final bit of defiance had been drained out of her nubile body, once she had fully given in to her anal master, it wasn’t long before the sensitivity in that bulge grew twofold. Leah breathed ragged through her teeth as she looked downwards, watching her own body. The sensation just kept intensifying! Her mouth started to hang open in a grimace, while her eyes went half-closed, more mascara running down her cheekbones. It...It was so strong, and she wasn’t even touching her cock! It was migrating from her ass to her front, through her body, and...She...She was gonna cum!

Her panting became hyperventilating. Her eyes wanted to roll back, again, but she fought it, forcing her eyelids to flutter as tried to close. She let out a high, warbling cry as the pop hit her groin, that burst of delight all throughout her body. Her cock gave the tiniest hop, followed by a thin trickle of watery cum, dribbling out to her hip. The flow continued, for a second, in a weak stream before her cock abruptly gave a great big twitch, forcing an enormous lance of pure-white cum to fire out of her, launching a foot into the air before it hit the grass at her side. Leah’s eyes went as wide as dinner saucers. The orgasm was so long, so slow and drawn out!

Her cock kept jumping and twitching, her balls kept pulling up, and every time they did, another long, thick jet of ball-butter rushed up through her cock and squirted into the air, blowing and sneezing through her cum-vein, one after the other. Leah watched, dully. By that point, the lights were on, but nobody was home. Even though her arm was aching with pain, she kept jerking it back and forth, filling her backdoor with the special touch she had always needed. The white-hot, tingling pleasure coursing through her, like an electric current in her veins, blasting through her crotch, was shutting down her mind.

She wasn’t in the right state of mind to really grasp how much she was cumming, but one thought did register in her foggy mind: she had better stop squirting soon, because this stuff was getting everywhere. With one last long, warbling cry, the mating call of a newly christened butt-slut, she slid the dildo out of her ass, having to pull it thanks to how hard her overexcited prostate was crushing against it. Her flowing river of thick, white semen finally ebbed, and then shortly after came to a quick stop, once the glass rod had been freed from her hungry ass. Leah fell to her side, coming down on her back. She let her upraised leg fall with a heavy thud, while the dildo fell from her numb fingers, the lube making it stick to the grass.

She reached down and grabbed her cock, screwing her eyes shut tight as she gave another loud, girly cry, pumping her tool as hard and fast as she could. She couldn’t believe how sensitive she was - even after just cumming, touching her cock revitalized her climax anew, making her legs tremble, twitch, and kick at the overwhelming sensation. Her big balls bounced between her thighs as she jerked off, milking out the last droplets of her own rich seed in one last little streamer. Even then, she didn’t give up until the overpowering pleasure finally began to subside, her front and back both finally losing sensitivity. At last, playtime was over. Leah let go of her pulsating, lingering erection, letting her arm fall to her side. Her eyelids fell shut as she panted, resting, trying to catch her breath. After going pent-up for so long, the bodacious trap was at last...Sated.

“...Oh, Mitharu...What happened, here?...” Leah brought her hand to her mouth, barely able to breathe. The scene stretched out before her wasn’t pretty. After clean-up duty and finding a new road to walk, she had continued south for a couple more hours before a decidedly unpleasant scent became apparent on the trail. Following the road a bit further revealed dark shapes sprawled about the path and, against her better judgement, Leah had crept even closer. Once she was able to make out the forms for bodies, she went still. At first, she hadn’t been sure what to do, whether to turn and get the heck out of there or press her luck and investigate even further, but when she didn’t hear anything about, she chose to risk closing the distance until she could fully make out the situation.

It had been a massacre. A caravan had been attacked right out in the middle of the road, and by the looks of it, nobody had survived. Judging by the rancid miasma clinging to the area, the incident had occurred a good little while ago. Leah kept grimacing at the stench until she finally just pulled off her tube top, bunched it up, and pressed it against her nose and mouth, hoping to filter out the ghastly malodour of decomposition. Stepping quietly, she came right to the edge of the scene, looking about a little more, trying to make sense of the carnage.

In total, there must’ve been close to twenty bodies. Leah reckoned that the attack had to have been relatively recent, considering there was still too much meat on the bodies. If it had happened weeks ago, the corpses would’ve already been picked clean by scavengers. The victims all appeared to be strictly Almain, and judging by their clothing, most of them had been little more than villagers and travellers. Leah slowly looked around from face to face, briefly examining the looks of horror and agony frozen on each one.

She wasn’t sure how they had died. She couldn’t see any obvious injuries on their bodies, although their twisted posture and positions in the dirt would suggest they had perished in quite a lot of pain. The numerous guards had suffered more violent ends. A few had been dismembered. Others had been disemboweled, following the destruction of their armour. The lucky few who had escaped such brutal desecration had still been maimed, their bodies riddled with vicious hacks and impalement wounds until they were nearly unrecognizable. It provided no comfort, realizing that this attack couldn’t have been the cause of Brownies or the Crudok. No Brownie would leave a meal behind, or swing a machete into a man’s skull.

Leah’s mouth began salivating as the sights burned into her brain, and she ultimately dropped her top from her face before she grabbed her knees and retched. She hadn’t seen a dead body in years, and these ones had been treated with such viciousness, such cruelty, that she couldn’t resist the overpowering impulse. Once she had finished vacating her stomach, as unpleasant an act as it ever was, she pressed her tank top back to her face, then went ahead and wrapped it tight around her head, knotting it over her hair as firmly as she could to keep the makeshift mask in place.

The condition of the sizeable wagon only reinforced her conclusion. The caravan’s front wheels had nearly been broken in two, and the wagon had almost driven right off the road. The horses that had been pulling the caravan lay dead, their long throats cut in several wide, deliberate slashes. When Leah walked over and checked the inside of the wagon, she was surprised to find that none of the contents appeared to have been disturbed. Within mere moments of searching, she had found somebody’s leather travel pack, replete with potions, gold, and a few books to pass the time. None of the crates lined against the far way of the wagon, which were presumably all trader’s goods, had even been pried open for investigation.

If the injuries on the guards hadn’t been enough, then this all confirmed it: somebody had ambushed the caravan, but they hadn’t been looking to make a robbery. They had set a trap for the wagon, something that would break the vehicle’s wheels and force a stop, then slaughtered all the occupants...But, why? If they hadn’t been planning on robbing them, then what had been the point of it all? Leah’s sense of unease grew as a breeze picked up, caressing around her topless form as if to whisk her up and take her far, far away from that horrid place. When she heard the soft flapping of wings, she immediately turned around and faced it, fearful of what it could be. All she saw, however, was a peculiar Fae owl, perched on a low tree branch as it tilted it’s head at her.

Leah disregarded it, straight away. Just a bird, nothing at all to be concerned about. She turned back to the bodies, then the wagon. It just didn’t feel right, all these people left out like this, never getting the burials they deserve. There was no justice or sense in what had happened to them, and less still in leaving their remains to the wolves. However, there wasn’t much Leah could do, without at least a shovel. Even then, digging individual graves for all these people could’ve taken days. It didn’t help her feel any better about the whole thing, but the sad truth was, she had no choice besides leaving them where they were. She would’ve ended up compromising with herself and dragged their bodies from the road, were it not for the more savagely torn ones and the messy prospect they unfortunately presented.

The more Leah considered it, the more she began eyeing the things these unfortunate individuals had left behind. Just as it didn’t feel proper to leave the people where they lay, it didn’t feel right to leave their earthly goods abandoned, ripe plunder for roaming bandits and whoever else lacked scruples. Surely, the people here would want their possessions to go to good use, not wind up hoarded by thieves - or worse, put to use in aiding further atrocity. Besides, those potions she had spotted would’ve been a tremendous boon, considering her injuries. With that rationalization in mind, Leah didn’t feel too much in the way of guilt as she rounded up and drank three small, red potions, feeling a great sense of ease wash over her as her pain vanished.

She looked down at her arms, watching the nasty lacerations that the gray Brownie had left in her flesh simply sew themselves shut, closing themselves without even a single scar left behind. To not have to worry any further about infection or disease was a great relief to Leah, and inwardly, she spoke her thanks to the victims of this tragedy. Then, she slowly emptied out the leather travel pack she had found, carefully placing the contents off to the side. The last thing she wanted to do was disrespect these peoples’ belongings, especially if she was hoping to claim some of them for her own jeopardized well-being.

No sense in leaving this, a high-quality backpack, when she was making do with a burlap sack. A sack didn’t present much of a challenge for a cutpurse or animal. All they needed to do was give it a quick slash, and they’d be spilling her food into the dirt, leaving her in a severely dangerous situation. Leather, on the other hand, was a fair bit stronger, and with the tiny belts and fastenings it had over each compartment, it wouldn’t be so easy for nosy wolves to stick their snouts in her stuff. Besides, a backpack was easier to run with than a sack, to boot. Quickly making up her mind on the matter, Leah emptied out her sack and began filling the compartments of the ash gray backpack with everything in the world she still had to her name.

The food went in first, in the largest compartment. Biggest and least delicate things went in before smaller items, such as her two jars and glass bottle, and her two dresses went in around them, protecting the rest of her food from the glass in the event of a break. She stuffed her blanket in next for an added layer of cushioning, then put her makeup, dildo, plug, and vial of lube in some side compartments. Having the common sense to realize that she might run into a situation where she’d need a sack, she didn’t discard her’s now that she was no longer using it - instead, she bunched it up and threw it in as well, keeping it on hand in the event of an emergency.

She didn’t look around for, or think to take, much else. She ended up finding a few thin, silver sticks, only a few inches long, carefully tucked away inside a neat fabric kit. She didn’t recognize what they were and, thinking they might’ve been decorative or had sentimental value, she took them. In her mind, the kit could represent the people here, and as she took it away, so too did she carry their spirits with her, taking them somewhere better. Lastly, she found a small purse of gold pieces, barely enough to fit in one hand. She thought to take it, but a pang of guilt made her think better, regardless of her justification of keeping the money out of bandit hands. She didn’t honestly need the money, anyway.

As she was about to leave, however, one last thing she did need came to mind: a proper weapon. Her eyes turned to the abandoned weapons of the slain guards, drifting from handle to handle. If any of these folk would understand her making good use of their belongings, it would be the warriors. Someone unarmed on the road in dangerous territory didn’t stand much of a chance, and Leah didn’t relish the idea of dealing with another Brownie with nothing but a damned cheese knife. Most of the weapons looked too big for her, too heavy and ungainly for someone without proper experience to use effectively, but Leah eventually spied a narrow, slender sword, the handle of which was protected by a metal basket attached to the cross guard.

She picked the rapier up from the dirt, giving it a brief once-over to ensure it wasn’t damaged. It was made of steel, she reckoned, and was beautiful, too, barring the dirt and blood mixed together in splotches, across it. It was light as a feather, and almost a full meter long, providing her with more than enough blade to find purchase and run a creature through. The basket hilt was certainly a pretty thing to look at, and it gave her peace of mind, knowing that one simple swipe at her fingers wouldn’t leave her maimed and defenceless.

She knew a belt and scabbard would need to go with the rapier, but to her disappointment, taking that meant pulling it right off of one of the bodies - she supposed that if she went that far, she’d just be a corpse robber, regardless of her justifications prior to this point. She wasn’t happy about it, but she ended up giving in. Spotting the scabbard at the hip of a middle-aged Almain man, she knelt close to the mutilated body, trying not to look at him, trying not put her hands near any of the rips and tears in his iron armour. She pulled at the fastening of his thick, black leather belt, getting it undone in but a few moments.

Holding it by the buckle, as well as the attached scabbard, she delicately slipped the rest of the length out from under the carcass, freeing it for her own use. Giving it a brief look-over, she noted that it, fortunately enough, didn’t have any blood on it, and it was still in excellent condition. The scabbard was made of a very thick black leather, with both ends created from steel, presumably so that the rapier didn’t damage either the entrance or the tip upon sheathing. Before trying on the belt, she slipped the rapier into the scabbard, then grabbed her new backpack, slipped it over her shoulders, and started her departure, slowly making her way down the dirt road.

Having long stopped paying attention to the owl, she never noticed it take flight from it’s perch, ascending high into the sky before following the same road she now walked. Leah, not wanting to take off her makeshift mask until she was well clear of the stench of putrefaction, tried to pull the belt around her hips, but had to give a hearty laugh when she found that her hips were actually too wide for the belt to fit around; cost of having a big, wide bubble butt, she supposed. Instead, she pulled the belt higher and started fastening it around her waist, hoping to keep it loose enough so as not to impair her breathing while keeping it snug enough not to slip. As she looked down, however, she was given something else to laugh at.

Looking down along her own body, she finally noticed what she hadn’t while she had been filling her ass with the firm cock it had so desperately craved: her own chest. For just a moment, she was flabbergasted by what she saw, but then she was grinning from ear to ear, an excited laugh bubbling up in her chest. There was no two ways about it, her eyes weren’t deceiving her - her chest was, in fact, bigger! She hastened to cinch the belt around her waist, then reached up and pressed her hands to her breasts, her black nipple rings sticking between her fingers as she gauged her level of growth.

She was no bombshell, not yet anyway, but she had grown, there was no denying that. At the very least, she didn’t look like she could fashion a bra for herself just by tying a linen around her torso, anymore. She could at last say that she finally had real breasts, and although they were practically bee-stings, although they were hardly hand-filling, they were still tits. She couldn’t stop grinning as she lightly jiggled her hands up and down, feeling herself move, relishing the sensation of having that extra bit more; hopefully, just the first step to having something that needed a bra size in the double letters.

A particularly naughty thought came to Leah, then: maybe it was the ass-play that had promoted the growth...Or accelerated it. Maybe, if she did it some more, then...She swallowed some excess saliva, trying to ignore how tight her shorts began feeling. If only her parents could see her now, they’d...Leah’s good spirits were promptly doused. Her grin withered, her eyes went downcast, and her feet began to drag in the dirt. If they could see her now, they’d be disgusted. Raiding the scene of a tragedy, pilfering supplies, just to survive? This wasn’t what they had wanted for her. She could’ve stayed comfortable if she had just stayed home.

The imaginary admonishing made her eyes glimmer. She reached up and slowly pulled off her mask, freeing it back into her tube top. Punishing herself with the scent of death appeased her guilt, to a certain extent. As she pulled off her backpack and slipped back into her shirt, she offered a reply, all in her head: she might’ve been comfortable, but she wouldn’t have been safe. Nobody else would’ve, either. No matter how tough things got on the road, they would always be a sight better than what would’ve happened, had she stayed at home. She had made the right choice, and she stood by it. There was no going back. Her eyes hardened in burbling determination, her brow lightly furrowing as she looked back up and down the road. She had no regrets. She had no reason to.

Two more days passed by. Leah only ever saw a single other person on the roads in all that time, which at first started to make her feel lonely, but eventually became something she appreciated. After all, people were naturally good in their heart of hearts, but if it meant she could avoid another run-in with somebody like Elizabeta, well...Fair trade, she supposed. The one individual she did cross paths with was a Varani man, a wandering tattooist as well as an admitted and proud Traveller, something Leah didn’t quite understand but which only earned a chortle when asked for clarification. He offered to give her any sort of tattoo of her choice for a modest price, but without any gold to jingle in her pockets, Leah’s only choice was to decline.

Well, the man told her, if she found herself in Gorhart any time within the next week or so, she’d be able to find him there. Leah had to admit, the offer was surprisingly tempting. Why not try a new thing, she asked herself? What’s the worst that could happen? The idea of marking her body with something of her choosing, something intriguing that could symbolize some part of who she was as an individual, was not an unappealing concept. The permanency didn’t bother her - after all, she had already giving herself piercings. Besides, it could’ve been sexy, at the very least. She might not find herself crossing paths with the man once more, any time soon, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t see someone else for the work.

Aside from the tattooist, Leah had several close calls with Brownies. The encounters never became any less terrifying, but with each one, she learned to better control herself, to be quicker to action and more levelheaded in her response. Each time, she beat a hasty retreat before any of the Brownies could “pop,” as she had come to call it, that intimidating process by which they seem to grow manic and frenzied. Like her first encounter with the gray Brownies, the rest always attempted to give chase, but with Leah fleeing before they could grow bloody-eyed and wild, she always managed to lose them before the altercation grew physical.

The more Leah walked, the more time she had to think, and it didn’t take long for her to realize that it was mighty peculiar for her to have not seen any Warsworn patrolling the territory. She was sure she was closing in on their Odarath fortress, and yet, she hadn’t crossed paths with a single patrol or scout. Wasn’t it their obligation to care for the safety of the local populace, to clear out such a large threat as an army of mad, crazed Brownies? Perhaps, she thought, they were still reeling from their constant contributions to the defence of Mel Senshir, all throughout the long years of Gadflow’s reign.

Breathing just a little hard, a thin layer of sweat putting a sheen across her nubile body, she kept her hand resting over the tiny pommel of her rapier, ready to brandish the weapon at a moment’s notice. Walking out from under the shade of the thick branches overhead, she stepped out into a clearing, a small field without trails or roads to scar it. She had to admit, it was much easier to travel with a proper pack than it was with a sack. Her shoulders weren’t so sore anymore, and it freed up her hands for other things, like plucking the fruit she had found hanging from a few trees, on the path.

Finding that apple tree had been a fortunate turn of events. Instead of eating from her provisions, she had made her lunch from the bounty of the earth, and then threw a few extra in her pack for a snack, later on. Over the course of the last two days of travel, she had finished off her jars of pickles and trail mix, and as well, her cheese wheel and first loaf of bread were down to half their original size. Finding that extra bit more before she began relying on her meat supplies could make for all the difference. Leah idly looked upwards as she walked through the field, raising a hand to wipe the sweat from her brow.

When she noticed the immense parapets looming in the distance, sticking up over the next closest section of forest, she started to beam. That had to have been it! It didn’t look too far away, maybe a couple kilometers, at the most. If she hadn’t spent the last three hours trudging through forestry so thick that it practically blotted out the sun, she probably would’ve seen the fortress on the horizon, ages ago. Leah, a big half-smile on her face, picked up her pace until she was marching. Finally, some shelter. Finally, an actual bed. Even if it was just for one day, they had to offer her a place to stay, right?

If need be, she’d even join their ranks. If it meant keeping a roof over her head and steady meals in her belly, it’d be worth it. And besides, an army surrounding her would surely keep her safe from the Crudok, yes? While she was there, she could find out whether or not the Warsworn were doing anything about the Brownies - even if they refused to shelter her, even if they refused to recruit her as a soldier, if they at least had a plan to deal with the Crudok, they’d still be fulfilling her wishes. And, who knows, maybe by some strange twist of fate, perhaps she’d see Kelly or Farrah, there. Maybe other people in the territory had gone there for shelter, and the three of them could reconnect.

Leah pulled at one strap of her backpack, adjusting the fit with a contented sigh. For the first time since learning that the Crudok had come back for her, she began to feel like things would be alright. For the first time since stumbling across that awful slaughter in the road, she felt a sense of calm. Things were finally turning out for the better, just like she always knew they would...

(Author's Note - Hey, guys! Hope you didn’t have to wait too long for this chapter. Here we have a solo scene with Leah, where she finally gets to experience the anal she’s craved for so long. I think she enjoyed herself, we might have a new anal addict on our hands:D. As well, her breasts are beginning to grow, and although she’s still more or less an A-cup, it’s presumably just the first stage to the big bosom she eventually wants to have.

After stumbling across a mysterious slaughter and finding some new equipment, the Warsworn Keep of Odarath finally comes into view. After failing to cross paths with any of the soldiers, Leah feels like she has the right to put some questions to the knights, as well as request their hospitality. Hope you guys enjoyed! Next chapter will bring us back to Kelly and Miriam, and should see the two reunited with Leah. Hopefully, neither Kelly nor Miriam are as tainted as Hallam wanted to put it. See you then:)!)
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