Over the next few days. . .
I became Cranland's obsession. He would arrive early and try to follow me to my house.
Unfortunately, he's always drunk and is very clumsy so is easy to lose him when I'm leaving.
I would help Dorothy come to her house and be the hawk that would stop her husband from making an scene, especially when it came to wanting money.
Thanks to this, Hugo Cranland started to become sexually frustrated and would bang me the full two hours.
He even expressed the desire of wanting me to come to his home for a full night with only me and him.
Gotcha. I smiled giving him kisses on his face and neck accepting the offer that Wednesday.
After leaving him with more desire, I went to one of my usual clients: Elliot Jackforks. Son and heir of the Mayor of Jackforks.
He's single, in his mid-20s but well builded, huge amount of silver to spend on me and with a huge groin.
The perfect client in short words.
'Hmmm~.' He also kisses wonderfully. 'Let me make you a baby.' He says smiling drunkenly.
I laughed taking it as a joke. 'You must definetely DO NOT want a baby with me.' I assured him while I kept my body on top on him with his groin still inside me. 'You are most definetely too drunk, so I'll take this with a grain of salt.' I rolled my eyes and went back to moving my hips back and forth.
'Aaahhhh~.' It didn't take much for home to cum inside me again. 'That felt great.' He sighed satisfied while strectching himself on bed.
I often liked for him to end inside me because, well, if I DID end up pregnant, I can easily show proof that we slept with one another and then ask for child support.
I would like to make sure that there was just one man that he was allowed to cum inside me so I can be about 75% sure that the probably-future-baby is his and not from other men.
The maid also left a very wonderful wine in the room. Therefore, I also gave myself the luxury of drinking too. In fact, I might as well keep drinking to make sure there's no baby in the making.
When I drank, I personally would prefer a glass and the cup halfway full so I can drink slowly, Jackforks on the other hand, he prefers to take a full gulp directly from the bottle. As if that was going to impress me.
'Another round.' Jackforks said. 'I can give you the silver *hip* you want.' He said while burping the last part.
'Sorry handsome, But unless I see the actual silver, I don't think you can tell me to stay.' I said to him while getting off him and started to get my clothes.
Jackforks immediately went to get his pants that had a fanny pack attached to them. From that panny pack he took a pouch quite big and clumsily gave it to me. 'Here, take the silver and be my wife.' He said.
I laughed. 'Hahahahahahaha! I can't be your wife silly! You only want to sleep with me either get bored or until you get me pregnant, which I totally understand more than wanting to be stuck in a marriage with me.' I told him straight in the face while taking the bag and counting th silver. 'For both of our sakes, let's hope that the first thing happens instead of the second one.' I murmured more to myself than to him.
Jackforks looked at me dead in the dead. 'Then be *hip*. . . Lover, for the night.' He declared. 'There must be enough silver for it.'
I finished counting. 'Why yes, yes there it.' I smiled at him. '2,050 silver coins eh!?' I whispered to myself knowing that the man is practically to drunk to realize that he just wasted more silver that he should or could. But again that was not my problem, he offered all his silver for me to stay with him for the night so I agreed. 'Seems we have a deal boy, but don't you think it's better with some more alcohol?' I suggested while taking the corset quickly letting my breasts show and letting the bag full of silver coins drop onto my clothes.
He immediately shook the rope desperately for us to get some alcohol.
The maid came quite annoyed with an even more luxurious bottle of alcohol and before she left, I secretly gave her two silver coins as tip. Her annoyance dispersed as soon as she saw her new silver coins and left with them.
I quickly went to work while Jackforks settled down with his new bottle of alcohol. I looked at the clock first to know what time it was. One a.m. huh? Well, I can fuck his brains out by four o clock. Hopefully. I said pretty confident and sat on his lap and gave kisses on his neck.
His groin immediately harden and I dropped on the floor to swallow that huge piece of meat. His moans and grunts were pleading for me to either make pace or stop playing and go for the best part.
As soon as I felt like he was hard enough, I stopped slurping his cock and sat on him letting his meat inside me without stopping.
'Ooooohhhh~~~~~.' He moan and laid his back to the bed like he just won the best price of all. 'You are amazing~~~.' He grunted for pleasure.
'I know.' I moved my hips feeling pleasure myself and almost immediately started to go wild on his groin. After all, if I wanted to knock him out I needed to exhaust him to he point that he doesn't remember even his name.
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Some time later. . .
'Go on! Yes! Oh, yes! YES, BREED ME!' I exclaimed while feeling Jackfork's going banging inside me while I was laying down on my stomach and he on top of me banging my insides.
'I'll Breed you and then have a baby with you!' Jackforks was already lost in pleasure and desire, to the point that he just said his most perverted thoughts out loud. 'Once I breed you, you'll be my wife and I'll breed you again until you can't make babies anymore!' He sped his groin inside me even more.
The sound of clapping was extremely notorious in the room. *CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP!!*
'Oooh! Ngh! A-Aaaaah! Uuuu~~!' I moaned feeling his body lay down on me making pressure and speeding things up and he actually started to make me almost loose my own brains. 'Aaaaa! Aaaahhh! Ngh! Ohhhh! More! Aaaahh! Yes! Give me, give me GIVE ME!' I demanded.
'Yes yes! Do you feel it!? I'm breeding you! I'll breed until you have my children!! YES!!!' Jackforks came inside me once more and he was in "full glory mode."
I felt that seed invade me and sighed of pleasure. I need to make sure there will be NO babies popping out of me. I declared to myself as I also felt how (fortunately) Jackforks felt on a pillow by my side without falling on top of me. Huh? I asked myself and checked him out.
He was dead to the world. He banged me until he could no more. He is soul gave up without knowing if he's really getting his father's inheritance.
He fell asleep in other words.
'Awww, well it was fun while it lasted.' I murmured to myself and chuckled. 'Sleep well, I need to get home.' I standed up, put my clothes on, to the full bag of money and tip and slipped out without no one seeing me. Gotta thank this world for not having invented the camara yet. I thought as I slipped back to the party and looked at the clock.
Since it was Wednesday, or rather, it was now Thursday since I it was already dawn, I quickly remembered Stella saying that the "party" would probably be over by 2 or 3 a.m., therefore it made sense as to why there was almost no one at the ball room.
Huh. Well I better get home I guess. I shrugged and left without anyone stopping me, although, I noticed some very good looking bottles and a table that weren't opened just yet.
So, just to make sure they didn't noticed, I took two bottles of wine and ran out of the place as if I was some sort of criminal.
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In the morning at around 9:00 am . .
The girls looked at the pouch full of 2,050 silver coins and the bottles of wine.
'Are you saying that, The Elliot Jackforks wasted his brains and money on you because of his drunkenness?' Marianne asked summarizing everything I told her and the girls.
I nodded while drinking a bit of water. The hangover from all the alcohol drinking was horrible.
'Damn.' Marianne said while looking at the coins again. 'He's probably thinking either "meh, worth it," or "shoot! My father will kill me," or something of the two things.' She predicted.
'Yeah, but, not my problem.' I turned my head away smiling proudly. 'Is his fault for offering so much silver without thinking the consequences. Maybe if he didn't let himself be influenced by the alcohol and my beauty, he would have wasted less, but, again, it's not my fault that he thought more with the brain in his pants than the brain in his head.' I shrugged it off.
'I'm starting to wish I could become a prostitute to be honest.' Marianne admitted. 'I personally don't care that I would become pregnant later on, either way it would help me get out of my mom's house A LOT faster.' She concluded admitting her frustration.
'I don't think you want to take the risks Marianne.' I told her. 'By getting pregnant it also means that you have an extra mouth to feed beside yours. Look at Dorothy for example. In the worst case escenario, you get pregnant by the wrong man, he finds you and forces you to be his wife.' I wanted Marianne and then turned to see Dorothy. 'No offense of course.'
Dorothy shook her head. 'It's fine. I was also 16 when I gave myself to Hugo.' She turned to see Marianne. 'You still have about 2 more years before your mother tries to imply "looking for bachelors," again, so be patient.' She cautioned Marianne touching her shoulder with a hand.
Marianne sighed and nodded in agreement while looking a bit impatient.
'Marianne, patience is virtue. You may get money now but it will be difficult to make ends meat with a little baby in your hands and things might become hell if you get pregnant by the wrong man.' I adviced Marianne. 'Money also doesn't last forever, I may have the money now but I still have to pay rent, the barn, the future chicken coop and might as newer clothing winter and for summer next year.' I clarified. 'You never take risks unless you are sure that you will use the money wisely. Wanting money and using it without management can only lead to failure.'
Marianne frowned and rolled her eyes but nodded in the end.
It is best if I don't tell her about the remedies anti-babies I've been finding and using on the Miscellaneous store. I determined. Otherwise, she might abuse them, and when she actually tríes to get pregnant, things will get twice more difficult for her. I touched my chin in thought.
She was still young. While now I am in a 19 year old and young again, in my past life I was in my 40s when I died.
Therefore, I am now a girl with a 40 year old perspective that had business and marketing knowledge.
Marianne ont he other hand, does not have neither an old wish mind nor the education to make it on her own. While I am supporting her to get independence, I am not about to let her do what she wanted to do while she was working on my farm and for me.
Also, she wasn't allowed to leave unless it was for working, getting married or getting out without a parent's final say unless she was 18 and above.
She was doing a good job so far, but impatience was getting to her and the consequences might be catastrophic if she was bound to follow the path I'm choosing temporary. Worst case escenario, Marianne will fuck up and try to win me back, but I won't let her get to me like that.
Yes, Marianne is still young but she's old enough to be aware that actions have consequences, and those consequences can be either good or bad depending on the situation.
If Marianne is bound to do what she wanted despite my advise, then it's her own fault whatever situation she might get herself in.
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Friday night. . .
'Ah~~ ahh. . . Ahhhhhh~~~.' I moaned as I finished cumming while feeling Cranland's manhood blow his cum inside me. 'That was so good.' I hugged him purring onto him.
'Ha! Ah, does that mean I get an hour extra?' Cranland asked hopeful.
'I don't think so handsome.' I shook my head and quickly sat up and put my clothes on. 'The agreement was two hours, not three hours, therefore you have no right to ask for more.' I shrugged. 'You should have had negotiate with me before agreeing just like that.' I laughed at his face.
Cranland's face was covered in a dark glaze. He didn't like the fact that I was not agreeing to let his seed inside me for more hours than agreed upon.
Entitled fucking bastard. I rolled my eyes at him. 'That and also, I have noticed you've been paler and a bit thinner than usual. Are you okay?' I asked him turned to look at him with a worried and soft expression hugged his head with my arms and pulled his face onto my breasts.
'Yeah yeah.' The man rolled his eyes annoyed. 'I just haven't been feeling good.' He groaned of satisfaction and hugged me back while kissing and licking my breasts. 'Hmm. . . You are my favorite flower so far.' He said trying to sound poetic.
'Aww. . . Thank you.' I patted his head with care. 'I hope you take care of yourself better, I would not want to lose you so soon.' I admitted. Especially since you are good at banging and you still have to give me your money. Not in that order.
Huge Cranland chuckled heartly. 'I will.' He closed his eyes and fell asleep in my arms.
After 5 minutes, I let him face plant of the bedsheets, quickly got dressed and left.
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At the end of the first week. . .
'Girls, guess what!' Marianne stomped through the door while fully clothed of winter clothes.
'What is it?' We all asked a bit busy.
'There's going to be a dance at the end of the month~~.' Marianne sang while entering the house. 'Everyone in town is talking about it. They say is about the Mayor's first son's engagement.' She told us happily.
'That's good, I guess.' Elizabeth shrugged not that interested.
'Congratulations for me, I think.' Dorothy said rolling her eyes while peeling potatoes.
'Tell them I say hi, but I won't send a gift due to lack of time and resources.' I said while trying to bring myself back to bed after just finishing eating breakfast.
'Eh, girls, I don't think you are understanding me.' Marianne contemplated while looking at us. 'You see, this dance will not only be to celebrate the son's engagement, but to help the town's people find partners who will eat, drink, & even sleep with each other.' She added smiling.
We all stopped on our tracks and look at each other.
'You just need to make sure that the animal traps are set, the farm stock is sleeping and you can leave your farm to while you guys go. . . And teach Cranland his lesson.' Marianne smirked crossing her arms.
Eli and Dory turned to see me and I frowned with seriousness. 'What about you Marianne?' I asked.
Eli and Dory turned to see Marianne and she smiled now. 'Oh, I'm not going, since I came to the agreement with my mom, it would be suspicious that I suddenly became interested in the dance.' She explained. 'I'm telling that, by paying me extra, I'll keep an eye on your farm on Sunday night and the three of you go and meet new men.' She winked.
We all smiled then. The stars were aligning.
*Knock knock knock* The door was knocked.
Marianne turned around and went to open the door. 'Hello? Oh, Hi Oaken! Hi Grover!' She welcome both of the guys inside and let them in.
The guys waved at us goodbye and quickly turned to talk to me.
'Lady Baker, the Barn is done and the animals are impatient to get inside.' Oaken said loosing off his scarf. 'Can you take a look to see if there's any dissatisfaction?' He asked.
Grover was standing next to his brother while stealing some stares to Elizabeth but he also nodded affirming to what his brother said.
I went to get my cloak, my money pouch and went to see the barn finished.
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It was beautiful. Not as modern or as pretty, but it was aturde enough that it looked as protective of the wind as it felt inside.
The sheep were all cuddle on their part of the barn and the goats were also cuddled on their side, and the pigs made their nests to cuddle with the hay that I sent Marianne to buy two days ago.
'Thank you so much, especially since it was during winter.' I took the two of them to the side and gave them the pouch secretly away from the girls. 'Here is the money I was able to gather for you. On spring, I'll ask for a chicken coop for my chickens that live in the basement.' I told them while opening my pouch.
The boy opened their own pouch and let me drop the money inside it. As soon as all the money was inside their pouch, they quickly put it away and smiled.
'Anyway, let me pack you some food so you can bring it to your dad and send the message that, as soon as spring comes, I would want you to create a chicken coop.' I told them while bringing everybody back to the house and left the animals safe, warm and sound on their new barn.
After a while of getting ourselves more warmed up, I sent them home with a small basket that Dorothy crafted with 5 eggs, to jars of goat milk, one pack of goat cheese, a loaf of bread and 3 muffins.
Right after I sent them home, I went to my room and fell asleep because a LONG day was to come tomorrow.
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At Night. . .
Elizabeth and Joseph were asleep, me and Dorothy were talking about the plants and poison that would be available to the public.
While I worked or slept, Dorothy could go with her child and buy things for "cooking" or "herbal remedies" without raising suspicion.
Since Dorothy could not read, I ended up reading her the names, the looks (I drew pictures to give a better image of how they looked), how it afecte a person and what can we do to avoid suspicion from the guarda or public.
'Hmmm. . . .' Dorothy heard me speak about each poison when suddenly, her eyes shot in surprised. 'Wait, arsenic is toxic?!' She exclaimed in surprise and shock.
'Em. . . Yes, is used to kill rats, and if it can kill rats, it can also kill humans.' I responded with half a smiled. 'With the right amount, of course.' I added.
Dorothy was mouthgaped. '. . . How come no one has noticed?' She Whisper es horrified.
'Well, for starters, it does not have any small or taste, it had various uses such as "medicine," colour pigment, and art poison, it's cheap and easy to access, and I would not be surprise if even you had even a tini tiny small jar of it in powder in you house.' I answered with my arms crossed. 'I personally know I don't have it because I know it is posion, but a lot of other people who are unaware of it just have it in their homes as medicine or art poison.' I shrugged.
Dorothy thought about it, and then shrudded. 'Does it mean, I have to personally use it on him?'
'I already checked on him, he is getting weather in health. Probably due to all the alcohol he's been having when he is with me, therefore, no one will raise an eyebrow at the "died due to alcohol posion" or "bad weather" explanation.' I told her talking her by the shoulders. 'But of course, it is your decision.' I reminded her.
Dorothy took a deep breath. 'I-. . . I don't remember, if I have it or I have used all of it.' She admitted. 'I can go check, give him some money, and. . . Do as you say.'
I smiled at her. 'Good. With that, we might be able to get rid of him. But first, we must find out what is the right amount and whether we want to give gradual doses. . . Or just one fatal dosis to end everything once and for all.' I put Dorothy to think.
Dorothy thought about for a minute. 'If we give gradual doses, one stronger than the other, it might take more than one month but the suspicion might never rose.' She noted.
'But if we give him one fatal dosis, everything will end quickly, but people might ask questions.' I added.
Both plans ended with the man dead, but the question is: should we take the water path, or the quickest.
Dorothy then raised her face at him. 'What if. . . We do both?' She proposed.
I raised an eyebrow at her. 'Both? Enlight me.'
'Well. . . How about we start with one fatal, but not lethal dose, the use gradual dosis, and on the last day, end everything with a bigger fatal dose?' Dorothy suggested as he explained the plan.
I nodded along, listening and determining everything. 'Hmm. . . That might just work. But we can't just give him arsenic just like that, we need to get him sick before the dose to not rise suspicion.' I added thinking about.
'Let's use another posion then.' Dorothy proposed. 'One that gives him, diarrhea, vomit, or something.'
I checked the notes to see if there was anything useful. 'Well, the arsenic already gives diarrhea, nausea and vomit. . . But the "foxglove" plant also gives vomit and nausea.' I told her turning to see her with a smile. 'And, is also used for high blood pressure problems.' I winked at her. 'If he gets diagnosis with a heart problem, no one would suspect if we use it to kill plus arsenic.'
Dorothy nodded along as we created a plan in how to actually commit murder without getting caught.
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2nd week. . .
Dorothy got the Digitalis took her husband to the doctor, who, after checking the "poor husband," diagnoses him with "liver full of crass (greased)humor" and "alcohol pethora" (blood full of alcohol), recommending him to stop drinking alcohol for a while and to start eating the remedies he sends them.
Among those, there was foxglove. In a moderate portion, but it was enough to divide it in the next few weeks and give it to him with arsenic.
As for the arsenic, Dorothy almost gain red of enlightment and horror to find not one small jar of arsenic in powder, but a FULL BIG JAR of it. With a label that said "rat poison."
While the Cranland was asleep, I went to her house, and she gave me half of what it had.
Once I had half of it, she added small bit of it on his food while he was not looking. And I slipped bits of arsenic in the bottle (not before serving myself a cup) and gave it to him.
By the end of the week, he was definetely, feeling worse and paler, yet his cheeks were also redder, and he started to vomit almost everyday and he developed diarrhea. His "breaking point" was when he got a "fever" and could not get up to see his "favorite flower" at night for the last three days.
Cranland finally decided to "stop" drinking alcohol for the next week. Although we all know he will keep drinking when he is with Velvelt.
'Very good.' I Whispered to Dorothy one night. 'Next week, don't give him arsenic, that way, there won't be suspicion of you, but of the alcohol he still drinks while he keeps taking his "medicine."' I told her.
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Third week. . .
Dorothy followed as I told her, and as expected, Cranland started to get better. I still have him doses of arsenic (smaller though) in his drink, therefore he still had diarrhea and vomit, but he didn't have fevers anymore.
"Although I must add, that with week two and three, the emergency find growed until 5,000 silver!! Aleluya!!" I wrote and went to sleep.
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On the last day of the four to week. . .
I first made sure the money for rent went to the ladlord and then Elizabeth, Dorothy and I got dressed and went to the party, leaving Marianne to take care of the place with Joseph.
As soon as we made it to the Great Forks, we made our way inside and found ourselves completely bewildered about the huge amount of food and how elite (snobby) everybody was.
'This is it. We only need to give him the right amount of arsenic and we will all be done.' I promised to her inside of one of the rooms available for hookups.
'Make sure he gives all the money he atole from me.' Dorothy pleaded with tears in her eyes.
'I will.' I smiled at her and hugged her with her hugging me back.
We bide each other goodbye and then I put my mask on and put my hands on my pockets. One with two small bags of final dose of arsenic (one for the final blow, and the other for "just in case"), and the other with an empty pouch to get all the money Cranland owes me.
Soon, I found Cranland waiting at an exit door. Looking "healthier" and somehow, more handsome. He smiled and atreches a hand at me. As if inviting me to run away with me.
I took it with an excited smile. We left the Great Forks. And he took me to his home.
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There was wine and water in his place. I divided it between me and him, and while he was taking his clothes off, I slipped one fatal dose of arsenic on his wine, I put the other on his water. It was cold, but the banging was amazing.
'Aaah~~! Aaahhh! Yes, more!' I gasped and moaned as I felt my inside being banged through. 'More~! Yes~! Yes! Ah~ ah~ ah~!' I moaned more as I ride him while he is finishing his wine.
He soon turns pale, as he suddenly realized that he didn't feel well. He started to vomit, but he fortunately was kind enough to vomit his wine and blood on the floor. His fingers were blue as well as his face. He soon tried to get me out of him, but I just jumped on him harder.
'Yes! Give it to me~! Give it to me, yes~~~!' I jumped until the bed broke and through the last jump, it came the last cum thrust. 'Ah~~~. . . ¿Hugo?' I called him out, but when I looked down at him, the only thing I could see was a blue face, with empty eyes. I wonder. . . Would my ex look like that, had I murieres him the same way? I wondered as a smile slipped through my lips and topped off Hugo. 'Now. . . Let's see. . .' I put my clothing on again and searched through the house. 'Where did you put your money?' I asked as I took the water full of arsenic and let it fall on the floor.
After a few minutes, I found two big pouches under the broken bed and took them out. One was full of money, and the other was with two rolls of papers inside.
It didn't took long for me to check them and figure out what Cranland's plan was. 'Pffff! Hahahaha!' I laughed my as off as I took one of the papers and left the other inside the bag and out it back in its place. . . Along with some money.
Then I opened the windows to freeze the place and then, put Cranland's pants back in his legs, for no more suspicion.
'It was nice, while it lasted.' I whispered in his ear and then kissed his cheek. 'But I have to go now. Sweet dreams~.' I waved goodbye while letting the rest of the bottles fall accidentally on purpose and left through the back door.
I then went all the way to the Great Forks and had a great time.