The only way for a construct to be free was if we became fighters for one of the mages.When I was little I watched the soldiers and practiced. As I gr...ew older I was assigned to help the blacksmith. Which both strengthened me and taught me about the weapons we made. I still practiced every chance I got but now I had real weapons I could use. I was sixteen when a major war came between dozens of mages and the mage king.My master packed up his household and servants and we headed towards the. She must have been thinking about this ever since that day. Well, she succeeded. She broke me. She got her bittersweet revenge. If only things could have been different...---“Oh my god! What have I done!?” Oh shit! My neck is killing me. I can feel the drool falling from the gag that kept my mouth open. I open my eyes to see Dakota sitting naked on the floor with her knees against her chest, liquid falling across her cheeks. “I… I screwed up so bad! What I’m I going to do?” She looks up at me,. Licking one cock and then the other. She would stroke one as she sucked the other, then switch, she was teasing them so hard both men were moaning. Their cocks were soon throbbing and they were thrusting in both her hand and mouth. While she was sucking and licking one of them, the other slid his hand onto my wife, reaching to touch her wet pussy. She arched into his touch, soon he was fingering her and licking her. His cock was close to her mouth so she switched to take him in, she was. We discovered the Goddess, and the joy of being one with her and the earth. Now, they persecute us as witches, burn us to death at the stake. We had endured, tried to reason, hid. Finally, there was nothing else to do. All those who believed, or even just those who didn’t want our persecution, were gathered in the attic. Everyone there had cast their strength into a protective circle, one that would guard those within. Only James refrained, ready to complete the final stage of the plan. I had.