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The lights flickered through the pillared hall as Corvan danced around them. He moved slowly in the shadows, stepping lightly in a toe-heel pattern unnatural to most folks. To Corvan it was more natural than walking. Around a pillar came a guard and Corvan pressed flat against the wall. He slowly pressed off it and crept towards the nearest pillar. The guard carried a pike and shield, a sword around his hip. The jingling of his mail came with every step. He was quiet for a man in so much armor, but compared to Corvan he was an elephant. He stepped past Corvan and in one swift move Corvan struck him with a blackjack. The man went limp but Corvan caught him, bringing in his arms so that he would not drop his spear or shield. Gently Corvan lowered him to the sandstone floor and slid him towards the shadows. Corvan had been watching him for some time. This guard was the only one of this patrol. He could leave him in the light and nothing would come of it, but better to be cautious. Corvan stepped out into the light, the bejeweled breasts of Tsaia shimmering at him from the statuary at the end of the hall. He glanced around, each wall was covered with pornographic images telling one of the stories of their lusty goddess and her followers. The temple was old and it's power great. In olden times it's priests had been said to make fallow fields fertile and bring health and happiness to the masses. Now the priests were lust filled men and women, trading favors with kings and lords to maintain their power. The statue of Tsaia had rubies the size of eyeballs for nipples. Whether the statue was truly gold or just painted so was of little doubt. It would be worth a fortune. But Corvan wasn't here for that. He checked the map he had been given and skulked back into the shadows. Moving through dark halls he could hear people in different stages of carnal delight. Or for some, pain. Screams co-mingled in these halls of delight and pain. The priests were said to be very accommodating to requests. The head priest's chambers were ahead. They were cordoned off with purple satin curtains hung from the ceiling. From the interior came not a sound. Corvan knew to be careful. The rest of them were charlatans getting by on sex and cheap tricks, but the Torom was said to be a wizard without equal. Even on his own he was a force to be reckoned with, but with the Staff of Ingmar he was said to be able to work magics not seen since the Elder Days. Which was precisely why Corvan was being paid to steal it. Torom was likely sleeping inside. And he wasn't likely alone. Why would a priest of Tsaia ever sleep alone? There would be traps. Corvan knew this. He'd already gotten around a dozen of them just to reach the inner sanctum. Pits of spikes, poison darts, a chute leading down to a wolves den. All of these were possible outcomes if the stories were to be believed. Other stories... Sixty years ago a young prince had come to the temple and demanded his barren wife be made fertile. Torom granted this request in exchange for a vast fortune and the promise that all of the princes daughters be given to the Church. The prince agreed, caring only for sons. As the years passed and his wife bore him daughter after daughter the prince became distraught. His wife threw herself from a cliff after their seventh daughter had been taken. The prince brought an army to the temple and sought to sack it for what he perceived to be foul doings on Torom's part. As the prince's army made camp outside of the fortified temple, Torom was seen to stand upon the battlements. The men in the prince's army thought he came to announce his surrender. They were many and his temple city could not possibly withstand them. Inside were riches and beautiful women. The men were hungry for conquest and so was their prince. Torom did not come to surrender. He raised up the white Staff of Ingmar and chanted words none present had ever heard. His voice echoed like the wind and filled the mind and ears of all men on the field. There was a tremendous flash and screams of thousands of men and animals. When the light cleared there was no army left behind. Instead there was a tremendous heard of rather confused cattle in the middle of a city of tents. To this day the temple's cattle are all said to be born of that stock. Shuddering at the prospect of ending up a cow or worse Corvan took a deep breath. He pulled a dagger from his belt and readied to throw it. Hopefully it would not be needed. The staff was said to rest in an altar near Torom's bed. Torom would be in his room. Of that there was little but luck to hope for something better. Corvan had considered hiring a girl to drug Torom, but ruled it out. It was said that when Torom lay with a girl they could keep no secret from him. Better not to risk it. Corvan would have to rely on his skills of stealth. They'd gotten him this far. If he could get the staff there would be riches beyond measure. But more than that was the challenge. Corvan tip toed his way to the purple drapes filling the doorway. Carefully he pushed them aside and probed in with his foot. He slowly shifted his weight, making sure there were no pressure plates inside to raise an alarm. Inside was lit by a single lamp. On one wall was a pile of pillows of a thousand colors, tassled in gold and silver. On top of them Corvan could make out numerous arms. Listening he could hear the breathing. Four or more in that bed. Torom likely amongst them. On the far wall was the altar, as promised. It glowed with an unearthly light illuminating only itself, and casting no shadows. Get across the room, grab it, and get out. Then it was easy. Slowly he creeped, checking with each step to see if anyone heard him or if the floor were trapped. He made it to the altar. He reached out his hand to grab it. "MYRRAP!" a voice boomed and the staff flew off the altar. Corvan's heart sank and he pulled his dagger and turned. Better to die... "VOEST!" The voice boomed and suddenly Corvan could not move. Stuck staring ahead he saw a man dressed in loose white robes holding the staff us above his head, it glowed ferociously. So did the man's eyes. Corvan's heart was pounding. What hell awaited him now? Torom lowered his arm and brought the staff down with a gentle tap. His eyes and it ceased to glow and a dozen candles lit themselves throughout the room. Torom smiled at Corvan. "A thief!" Torom laughed. "Girls look, a thief!" Three girls were sitting on the pillows at Torom's feet, they all giggled at the man standing before them. "It's impressive. No thief has made it to my quarters in over forty years. He deserves a reward, don't you think? Or maybe he'll be the reward. A gift to Tsaia." Torom smirked and raised the staff, pointing it at Corvan. Corvan wished he could close his eyes. Instead he had to watch. The staff glowed, so did Torom's eyes. "Yvvail immna quess. Immna gtran phoh. Yttp, tsai, vot!" Torom chanted his voice echoing inside Corvan's head as he spoke, "Mother of dreams, hear me. Make this man your servant. Make this man fair. Make this man hunger and want bliss only you can provide. Make this man need to joy of others to find release. Make this man yours." It was prayer, it was spell, it made Corvan fear for his life. All he could do was stare into those glowing eyes as Torom chanted, "Tsai yttp vot, Kelfas inmn rai, tsai yttp vot, kelfas inmn rai..." Corvan suddenly could move, but not far. His skin felt like it was on it was trying to crawl off him and he collapsed to the floor. He dropped his dagger and screamed, listening to his voice raising higher and higher in pitch. His tight thief's garb was suddenly painfully tight around his chest and hips and baggy elsewhere. He heard it tearing as he felt a tickling about his ears. He face suddenly felt like someone had laid their hand on it and was squeezing hard. Then suddenly it stopped and there was silence. Corvan blinked and saw Torom smiling down at him. His eyes plain. His arm was extended to help Corvan up. Corvan grabbed the dagger and jumped to his feet. His body shifting awkwardly making balance hard. His equilibrium was off, like being drunk. As quickly as he moved he felt a new painful yearning. He gasped, his voice soft, and dropped the dagger. He fell to his knees and one of his hands darted to his crotch. There it found a feminine opening, hot, wet, and desperate. He gasped and shoved his fingers inside. He shut his eyes and bit his lip the sensation was so powerful. "I think you'll come to like that in the end. Here let me get those clothes out of the way. Vret mai lann." Torom's eyes glowed briefly. Suddenly Corvan felt naked, because he was naked. Looking down he also saw he now had a nice big pair of tits to go along with his burning snatch. "Girls fetch a mirror," Torom said. The girls giggled and ran from the room. Corvan was aching with need. He couldn't stop his hands. One was thrusting fingers in and out of his new opening while the other cupped and squeezed and pinched his new boobs. He had boobs! And a pussy! He was a woman! He heard himself groaning at his own movements. His voice was low and sultry. It was a voice he'd heard before in a dozen whores who had truly loved their trade. The girls came back in and giggled as they set the gold framed mirror between Corvan and Torom. In the mirror he saw himself as he now was. Pale white skin, curly red hair down to his shoulders, slim build with enormous tits and wide hips. Her hands seemed to dance across her body. On the girl's face was a look of delight and frustration. He needed to cum! "You're beautiful, don't you agree?" Torom asked, stepping out from behind the mirror. "Ahhn, Yes!" Corvan yelped, his voice sounding sweet to his ears. Hearing his own voice and moans only made his hornier. "Do you want release?" Torom asked and smiled down at Corvan. How tall was he now anyways? "Please!" Corvan begged. He couldn't think straight anymore. His world was nothing but pleasure and the burning desire for greater pleasure. "You can't," Torom said and shook his head sadly. "No! Please! I need it!" Corvan felt he would go mad if he didn't cum soon. He almost had his entire hand inside of his snatch pumping in and out trying to get off. "You must bring me joy first," Torom said and pulled back his robe. Corvan's eyes went wide. Torom was sporting a foot long erection pointing straight at Corvan's face. He felt repulsed by it and drawn to it. He knew it would bring him what he wanted. Corvan's eyes darted up to Torom. Corvan was scowling. Torom laughed at him. Corvan moved forward on his knees. The cold stone floor hurt, but he needed to be closer to Torom. His hands never left his own body. Torom's cock was inches from his face. It looked even bigger up close. Corvan looked up at Torom one more time his eyes full of fury. He opened his mouth and started sucking. Corvan was no stranger to brothels and he knew what good head was. He just never thought he'd be on this side of it. He needed release and he needed to get Torom off first. He tried to do everything he could remember whores doing for him. He used his tongue, his lips, he bobbed his head up and down fast then slow. He'd pull out and suck on Torom's balls. He'd feel the hard cock slap him in the face. And he'd look up and meet Torom's eyes. Now his eyes weren't full of fury. They were full of a furious need. "Mmm, my you are excellent. Have you ever done this before?" Torom said and laughed. The girls were giggling too. "A pity for you I can last all night. I wonder if you'll go mad first? Girls, why don't you help her take care of herself?" The three girls giggled and soon Corvan felt their hands and tongues caressing intimate parts of his new body. He gasped and gurgled at their ministrations, his mouth still full of Torom's cock. Corvan's body ached. He was sure he had bruised his breasts and pussy with the ferocity of his masturbation and the girls' play. Each poke brought delight, but also anguish. He was moaning wildly, saliva and precum dripping down his chin as he worked his head furiously back and forth. He had to get Torom to cum soon. He didn't know how much more he could take. He couldn't keep track of time very well now, he could have been at this for hours. Using all his will Corvan lifted his hand off his own breast. He reached it around and grabbed Torom's ass. He lowered his head on it as far as he could onto Torom and then he stuck his finger into Torom's anus. Torom gasped and Corvan felt the monster in his throat and mouth twitch. Cum began to flood Corvan's mouth and he swallowed all he could. A tidal wave of pleasure crashed upon Corvan and his hips bucked furiously against the face of one of the girls, Corvan's pussy spasming on her tongue. He screamed as much as one could scream with a mouth full of cock and cum. He closed his eyes and felt like he was going to collapse under the weight of his own orgasm. Corvan blinked unsure of how much time had passed. His body still pulsed with delight. Electric pleasure danced on his skin, and he felt if a breeze were to blow he would orgasm again, but his body was no longer hungry. He was sore, and dirty. What cum he hadn't swallowed, and there was a lot of it, dripped down his chin onto his breasts. He realized Torom's cock was still in his mouth, deflating slowly. He pulled back slowly off it's length feeling it drag out of his throat. The sensation sent shivers of pleasure down Corvan's spine. It popped out of his mouth loudly and slapped wetly onto Torom's thigh. Torom sighed. "I should have expected that. You are a treasure. You'll be a great addition to my-" Torom stopped and looked down in horror. In his chest was a dagger, dark red blood dripping down his chest. At his feet sat a beautiful naked woman scowling with rage, her hands covered in blood. Torom collapsed backwards on to the pillows, his eyes now staring at nothing. No light shone from them. The other girls screamed. Corvan grabbed the staff and started to run. He grabbed the lamp and threw it onto the pillows causing the girls to flee as the flames started to spread. The staff was too obvious, someone would see him with it. He ripped the lavish purple and gold curtains from the door and wrapped himself in it as best he could. He could feel it rubbing against his body and felt a want, but not a need, return to his pussy. He shook his head and ignored it. In a pinch and confusion the curtain might be thought a robe. Under it none would see the staff, or his naked, cum stained body, but that would hardly have been out of place here. Corvan wrapped his head in the curtain, then thought better of it. He knew what his face must look like. Better to show it off. Screams echoed through the halls. Men in dull gray armor carrying shield and spear rushed passed Corvan, paying no attention to the cum stained whore. Occasionally they would slow to pass him and Corvan would just shriek and point further on, muttering nonsense about an assassin. The guards never did stop to ask any questions. Corvan had an elaborate escape planned. Back out the way he'd come, through the corridors, out the hedges, past the traps, up over the wall, and down to the waiting donkey outside. Instead he just walked out the main entrance way. Well walked isn't the right word. People were screaming and running all over the place so Corvan screamed and ran too. One of a dozen screaming women in various states of undress to run past the guards. Once outside he suddenly felt vulnerable. His disguise was no good anymore. The curtains were too ornate, they would draw attention. Under that he looked like a whore, and men would treat him as such. He hadn't been afraid of getting jumped by muggers in years. Now he was terrified as he thought of what they would do to his body. There was a crowd gathered outside the temple. Black smoke was rising from the inside, a faint orange glow from the spreading fire illuminated the sky. Corvan slinked away slowly. Making his way to the back of the crowd. He was a thief after all. He just needed to steal a disguise. No one was looking. It was almost too easy. The temple was at the end of the market square. At night all the stalls were closed up, goods locked away or taken back home. Corvan ditched his curtain and stole a brown beaten tarp which was being used as a roof for one of the stalls. Now he just had to limp and mutter hoarsely and so long as no one saw his face or feet they'd think he was some insane old crone. It was a warm night, but the street stones were cold. It was a long and unpleasant walk to the other side of the city to the rendezvous. -- "Get lost old woman," Gale said and pushed the crone away. He looked about the dark alleyway. There was no one else there, but he'd learned from experience to be cautious. Last thing he needed was some crone drawing attention to him. "Gale! It's me!" the crone said sweetly. Gale turned to look and was shocked at the beauty he saw under the hood. Corvan was glad he'd managed to find a well so he could wash his face off before this meeting. "My apologies my dear! If you wait a bit I'll gladly show you some hospitality. I'm meeting a friend in a bit and I wouldn't want to miss that... How did you know my name?" Gale asked suspiciously as his mood suddenly soured. "It's me Corvan!" Corvan said and wondered about how he'd prove it. "What! What is this?" Gale said and looked about in a hurry. "I don't know a Corvan! Good day madam I must be off!" He said and started to walk away in a rush. "WAIT!" Corvan said and reached out to grab Gale's arm. Gale turned and his eyes went wide as the tarp which the girl had been wearing dropped to the ground, leaving her naked. She was gorgeous. Fair clear skin, large round perky breasts, red locks which framed her face with its big green eyes, small nose, and pouty lips. He felt a stirring in his loins and licked his lips. No! It was too dangerous! He'd been found out somehow! He had to- had to- In the girl's arms was the Staff of Ingmar. "Corvan?" Gale asked and suddenly started laughing. "It's not funny!" Corvan yelped, his voice sounding sweet and playfully hurt. That wasn't his intent, but he still didn't have this whole `being a woman' thing down yet. He dropped to the ground and grabbed the tarp, wrapping himself in it in a hurry. "That's the best disguise I've ever seen! No one would ever think you are one of the greatest thieves in the city who also burned down the temple of Tsaia," Gale said laughing uproariously. "That wasn't part of the plan!" Corvan groaned and pouted. "And getting turned into a woman was?" Gale's laughter died away as he wiped tears from his eyes. "Gale please-" Corvan said and suddenly shivered. He felt weird suddenly. "I guess you saw the power of the Staff of Ingmar first hand tonight. I'm impressed you still got away with it. Give it to me," Gale said smiling and reached out his hand. "You've got to turn me back. There's more to this curse than-" Corvan suddenly shivered again and felt a fire reignite in his loins as his hunger returned. It took all his will power not to touch himself again. "I'll see what I can do. The magus who wanted this staff is probably skilled enough to undo a spell, but it'll probably cost you your share," Gale said looking the staff up and down. The fire was becoming an inferno and Corvan reached his hand down under the tarp and touched himself. His hand cooled the fire, but it wouldn't last. He knew he needed more. "Gale please-" Corvan paused and shivered, his arousal kicking into overdrive. "What is it Corvan? Or should I say Corva now?" Gale laughed. "Please let me suck your cock," Corvan said and dropped to his knees. His hands let go of the tarp and struggled frenetically with Gale's belt and trousers. "What're you- hey- stop-" Gale stammered unable to adjust quickly enough to what was happening to him. Suddenly his cock was free and in an instant he was getting one of the best blow job's he'd ever received. Gale did not last nearly as long as Torom, nor did he require any special stimulation to get off. Gale was not the leader of a sex cult after all. Corvan wasn't even sure he'd heard about Gale fucking any whores lately. That worked just fine for Corvan. Gale shot his load in Corvan's mouth in less than thirty seconds and Corvan came instantly afterwards. Despite being quick Gale shot a rather large load, and between it's size and Corvan's own own powerful orgasm Corvan was unable to swallow it all. It dripped down his chin and onto his breasts in a way Corvan was feeling would become familiar to him. They both gasped for breath afterwards. Corvan was still on his knees with Gale's limp cock inches from Corvan's cum stained face. "What the hell was that?" Gale asked, surprised, but not unsatisfied. "Can we please get off the street? And can you get me some clothes? I promise I'll explain later." -- "Mmmnh! Ghaaaa... Corva you are fantastic at that," The man groaned and smiled down at the redhead between his legs. Corva moaned and swallowed loudly, she knew guys loved it when girls did that. The moaning wasn't entirely intentional anyways. It did feel good in the end, just like Torom had said it would. "Yum," she said and smiled up at him. The man pulled up his trousers and retied his belt while Corva lifted her bodice back up to cover her breasts. At least this time she'd managed not to spill any. The Duke slid his rings back on one at a time and fixed his shirt. Corva looked around the lavish room, green and gold walls with lavish furniture. She seemed out of place in a plain peasant's bodice. But then that was what the Duke had wanted. They had said the Duke was vocal during sex, they hadn't lied. He screamed and made her scream. She hadn't minded one bit. He'd sent away his guards to the far side of the estate. The Duke liked his privacy. They'd gone three times in a row. Just thinking about the Duke's stamina made her feel warm inside. Her pussy was sore from when he'd pounded in to her. She still wasn't really used to getting fucked. Usually it was just a blow job to fill her craving and grant her release. The Duke fixed his hair in the mirror with a comb then turned to Corva and smiled. He reached out his hand and she took it. He pulled her in close, her breasts pressing against his chest, and then kissed her. She wasn't used to that yet either. His beard tickled and she giggled. "You are incredible. Too incredible to just be some whore. Stay. Be my mistress," the Duke said and squeezed her against him. "I am rich and powerful. You will never wait for anything. I will take care of you." Corva sighed. It was almost tempting. A life of ease and comfort. Never to wonder about where a meal would come from. Never worrying and looking over her shoulder for people chasing her. All she'd have to do was suck and fuck. She knew she enjoyed it. The curse was still on her after all, and she needed to cum every six hours like clock work. She could only cum if she had a man's seed inside her. She found her body had adapted, and she would grow hungry for it before the curse even started working. The Duke was a busy man. Young, virile, yes. But busy. He wouldn't be able to take care of her needs all the time. And what then? She'd suck off a guard, or a servant, or any other man she saw. She might be able to get away with it for awhile, but eventually she'd be found out. He'd cast her aside or worse. The Duke might not take well to his mistress blowing other men. Never doubt the ability of nobility to be cruel. "I'll think about it," Corva said and sighed. "What is there to think about? This is a tremendous offer! How dare you spurn me!" The Duke said and raised his hand to strike her. Corva was quicker. She kicked him in the balls and ran. -- "Well?" Corva said sitting at the table. It had been a five hour ride out of the Duke's manor. It was made longer by her need to take back roads to hide from the Duke's men. No doubt they'd found the stolen items by now. "Well I got into the vault. Bubkiss," Gale said and frowned. "I thought stupid nobles were supposed to be rich and have jewels and gold bars in their vaults. All he had was paper." Corva sighed. Those papers were probably deeds worth more than all the money Gale had made through petty larceny. Still they probably wouldn't have done them much good. It would be hard to explain how two commoners came by the deeds to all of the Duke's lands. "How about you?" Gale said and took a drink from his beer. The little inn was small and out of the way. There was enough of a crowd to not attract attention, farm hands and the like there to drink. A good setting for shady deals. Plus Corva and Gale were going to need a room soon. Her body was telling her it was almost time. Corva pulled a locket from between her breasts. It was gold and had a green emerald set in the front face. Inside was a tiny painting of a plain looking woman. "Eh, it's something," Gale said and took another drink. "How was he? You two certainly were loud enough," He sniggered. "He was pretty good. One of the best really," Corva said plainly and watched Gale scowl. "Better than you," She said, twisting the knife. "Yeah but who do you keep coming back to? Me," Gale said, "Besides you're not so great yourself." "Please," Corva said and rolled her eyes. "Maybe I should just go if I'm so terrible. Let you fuck one of these farm hands. I bet they stink and are used to fucking squealing pigs." Corva sighed and stared off into space. This situation was far from ideal. "Come on," she said and stood, "You got a room, right?" Gale looked her up and down, still scowling. She wondered what he was going to do to her this time. When he got like that he usually did something vindictive. Once he'd tied her up and made her lay there for two hours squirming and unable to even touch herself. Then he'd fucked her ass, the first time anyone did that, and when he finally came she blacked out from her own orgasm. She'd almost run away at that point, but the prospect of ending up an actual whore, beaten and degraded, was worse than Gale's petty cruelty. She did need the sex after all. She wondered if he would be crueler if she didn't crave sex so much. Would Gale force himself on her? It wasn't so bad. Gale had agreed to help her get the wizard his money. He demanded a king's ransom and laughed at her begging. And now here they were, working toward a goal together. Gale stood up and walked over to Corva, standing as close as possible to her. She looked up and met his gaze. He was so much taller than her now. Suddenly he kissed her and reached down and squeezed her breast. The crowd cheered him on. Corva could feel their eyes crawling up and down her body. She wanted to pull away. She wanted to slap him. A tingle and a shiver, the craving starting. She shuddered and gasped as Gale broke the kiss and smirked wickedly at her. "Which of you would like to fuck this girl?!" He called out, never breaking eye contact with Corva. Corva's eyes went wide with dread. She was small and weak. Once the crowd got started she wouldn't be able to stop them. She wouldn't want to. "Please," She said desperately, her hand moved to her crotch automatically and her face flushed. "I would!" one of the men said. "Aye!" "Aye!" "Aye!" Men cheered and laughed and clinked their glasses together. "For but a single silver piece you can have her! No pushing, form a line!" Gale said his smirk never leaving his face. Corva didn't want to be a whore. It was one part of her identity which she still could cling to even if everything else was gone. Wrath boiled up in her and she screamed, she clenched her fist and hit Gale as hard as she could. He dropped to the ground, blood running from his nose. The cheering stopped. "I need one of you. You," Corva said and pointed to the nearest man. He looked strong and had the combined blessings of having most of his teeth and being able to stand up straight. The man stood stunned. Corva grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bar. "A room key," she demanded, everyone in the bar staring at her. The bartender, who was also the innkeep, just stared at her. "A room key!" she shouted and slapped the locket on the table. The innkeep's eyes went wide and he pulled out a key. Corva took it and dragged the mute ban behind her to a room. The crowd watched her to to the end of the bar. She turned, and looked over them. She was horny as hell and could actually feel herself dripping down her thighs. The only thing keeping her from that was sheer rage at what Gale had wanted to do. "Don't one of you follow!" she shouted and stormed off. -- In the morning the man she'd fucked was gone. Though she hadn't seen it, she knew Gale was gone too. Another tie to her old life gone, and the also only person who knew about her curse. The only person who knew she was actually a man, actually one of the best known thieves in all the Four Kingdoms. If she hadn't woken up horny as hell, like she always did, she would have cried. Instead she went downstairs naked and blew the boy sweeping the floors in the bar while she fingered herself. Then she went back to her room and cried. There was no denying how amazing she felt as a woman. Sex was just incredible. Her pussy and tits were so responsive and sensitive. She sometimes found herself getting horny thinking about them even when the curse wasn't in full swing. She just wished she had some control over it. Even with Gale she'd been subject to his whims. He'd made her do some depraved things in the weeks they'd traveled together. He'd given her her name. One letter off from Corva's original name. It had been a joke at the time, but he stuck to it and soon Corva found herself thinking of it as her name. She started thinking of herself as female, changing pronouns in her mind to match her new body. They'd swindle their way to the money using their skills as thieves. She could draw in rich marks and Gale would rob them blind. That had been the plan. Gale got jealous quickly. Corva resented Gale for using her as a sexpot. Looking back the plan was doomed to fail. Now she was nowhere, with no money. A brothel was really the only choice left really. Corva took a deep breath. She had her head on level for at least five hours. The cum in her belly and the warm satisfied feeling in her crotch testified to that. She had a horse still. She'd see where she could get in five hours. And from there, who knows.