Solutions to Harvesting

Emily's necklace gleamed in the beautiful summer day. Beneath its beauty, malicious comments spread.

"Many village women lost their husbands. Some may be persuaded to... provide company to travelers like this merchant. It will bring them profit and taxes for you. I mean for the village." and "Why go all the way to another village? Plenty of women here lost their husbands in the war and their children have outgrown them. They shall be able to work."

Target > 55

1d100 Roll = 93

Critical Success! (+2 Corruption Points)

Total: (5+2 Corruption Points)

Traits: High Motivation |Temporary|

Emily's Corruption: 7

For once, Emily didn't just feel confident, but she felt that she knew exactly what needed to be said. Perhaps she need not explain every facet of her plan to her villagers - but they deserved to know some of it.

"Everyone, I believe we've reached the critical point whereby we have to make choices. Frequently, men travel through our village, stay in our small Inn..." Emily pointed to the inn designed purely for nomads, religious pilgrims and refugees "...and disappear. If we are to survive into the future, we need to keep some of these travelers here, or at the very least, squeeze more gold from them."

People looked befuddled. Karla beamed as Emily seemed to be taking on more of a leadership tone. One of the women spoke up.

"But that doesn't solve our problem now, Emily." Several others yipped in agreement.

"Very true. Who here has children of mature enough age?" More than half raised their hand. "Whom might be able to work, just this season....perhaps for a tax relief?"

The same group kept their hand raised.

"Even with that, our plains our designed for men to be plowing them! We may harvest the crop to some success, certainly; but replowing, or even harvesting without errors, that's what our husbands did!" The same woman spoke up. "And squeezing more gold, what does that involve? We are confused."

Emily felt herself ready to reply. The diamond gleamed so bright under the sun.

"Take this matter straight to the merchant. Do whatever he wants or needs in return for his aid. Your friends must eat and their farms must not be allowed to slip into ruin. Or you will all suffer."

Target > 75

1d100 + 1d10 Roll = 97

Ultra Success! (+3 Corruption Points)

Total: (7+3 Corruption Points)

Traits: High Motivation |Temporary|

Emily's Corruption: 10

Emily is now lightly corrupted. Targets will be lowered.

Emily felt herself bead with sweat. She felt, even in front of all these friends and with such a serious topic, undeniably horny. Where it came from, she knew not, but it was there. The heat of the day did not help. Her horniness clashed with her motivation. In the end, it made her flee the conversation with a short reply, one she would reply with later. All that her brain had in it was Karla, the merchant, and what she might do with them.

"Friends, I have a solution for that. Please let me return in due time with it."

The merchant had settled in nicely to one of the guest bedrooms. He seemed surprised at the haste to which Emily had returned.

"Princess Thremoult, to what do I owe the pleasure....." He said as she scribbled over his desk. Emily closed the door behind herself. Her face was flush.

"Baroness." Emily didn't mind the upgrade. She explained her situation, going back and forth with the merchant, lightly rubbing her legs together throughout the conversation. Hopefully the merchant would not request all too much for aid....

"A loan is what you want. Easy enough. We can break it down using some labor cheapened by my merchant contacts. You can pay me back once the harvest is finished. Combined with village labor, I'm sure we could make up for the shortfall. While it's bad for business, I won't charge much interest on this one - just money temporarily borrowed." He rubbed his chin. "Does that work?"

Emily nodded. He was here serving up a solution on a silver platter! She was not eager to have her friends suffer.

Emily is now indebted to Guymar Wyschardus a miniscule amount. Don't get too indebted, Baroness.

"The terms are acceptable. Thank you good sir." Emily said. The diamond groaned a bit, its comments unfulfilled, the seemingly prudish merchant not needing much convincing. It seemed his desires were good.

"Before you depart, Baroness, might I get my measurements for your elven panties? I might dispatch an order for them before the sunsets if we get it done." The man questioned. Emily blushed.

"Uhm, certainly." Emily felt the same rush return to her legs as when Karla had chosen her clothes for her. She desired not to wear chemises or smocks purely for her undergarments anymore.

Emily stood in the guest room awkwardly for a second. Her new advisor spoke. "I'll need you to lift your dress then, Baroness."

If Emily felt shy about showing off her goods in the moment, she did not show it; hiking her dress up, her exposed, unshaved pussy was exposed to the merchant. Perhaps more insulting then if he had molested her right away, he went about his business, using a primitive measuring tool to gather her hip size, the circumference of her thighs, and everything in between. Being manhandled in such a way was both exhilarating and embarrassing. The last measurement made the merchant's hand end up between her thighs, and after an accidental rub, Emily began to quake - her first sexual experience with another had just occurred.

"Oh goodness. I'm so sorry about that." He said without so much as a blink. Emily swore she might've seen a twinkle in his eye. "Why you don't wear a chastity belt, I do not know, in my kingdom it's a common piece of attire for unmarried men and women alike. Part of the reason I left the nobility." His knuckle rubbed against her pussy once more. It only inflamed her even more. "Anyone might touch the exposed areas. Why, I may have one for purchase if you are so inclined."

Emily's mind was in overdrive. She needed to do something. Maybe that something would involve the merchant - he certainly looked quite handsome to her sex clouded mind. Even if it wasn't sex, having him rub her pussy even more sounded angelic. Perhaps she would scamper off to her room for her rare bursts of....alone time. Perhaps Karla might help her - Emily doubted that, but desperation made her imagine every possibility. Or perhaps she would take the merchant up on his offer of a belt. Dress hiked up, diamond glistening and reflecting beautifully onto the walls, knuckle near her pussy, wetness betwixt her legs, horniness overtaking rationality, the diamond directed Emily to....