Only one man when down this time, and his horse seemed to have escaped injury. The horse stopped as soon as its rider fell to the ground, and that bro...ke up the cohesiveness of the charge. In a way, that made as much trouble for me as for the Indians because it made my selected target move in an unexpected direction.I tried for him anyway, and that was a mistake: this time, my shot accomplished nothing to help me, and my shotgun was now empty. I was now in trouble as I picked up the reins with. “Just that what Sierra says is true. The Wardens treat me no differently than any of the humans or dwarves. I hadn’t expected that. It’s hard work, but it’s fulfilling, too.”I turned back to the two women. “I’ll leave you to talk. Ask for me or Wulf if you have questions. But if you choose to stay, we should do the Joining no later than tomorrow morning.” I gestured at the black veins creeping up Seranni’s arms. “Wait too long, and the chances of success go down.”I left them there with Wulf,. "Listen up whore… ever heard of stinging nettles?"My horrified cry is enough of an answer…."Well these aren't them…" His fanatical laughter made me shutter with fear that even the torture of mytit fucking couldn't override."I bought these little beauties from a traveling cleric who had just returnedfrom the Far East and well they are just a little stronger…"With that he touches the leaf to just the tip of my clit. The stinging is immediateand unfathomable. My entire being goes so ridged that. Using the pole, he lifted the door handle and, after a second, the door swung open. He returned to the horse and removed the rope with the lead weight attached. Returning to the door, he threw the weight into the house and retrieved it by pulling it back with the rope. When the weight was about halfway to the door, a bolt from a crossbow flew across the opening. Staring at the bolt, he said, “That was a real sick man.”A little closer to the door, another bolt from a crossbow flew across the.