I run after her.

I took off in a dead sprint, leaving the dagger behind me. It hurt to abandon it, getting hung would hurt more.

I passed from the dim light into the dawn, gaining ground on the farmer's orphan. She reached the rows, plunging into the tall grass, and I picked up my pace. My lungs screamed and my legs burned, but I could see that she was faltering. I leapt onto her back and dragged her to the ground.

She struggled against me, smacking me in the face. I spat out blood, and returned the blow. She stalled, dazed, and I adjusted myself, pinning her arms and legs. A trickle of blood ran from her nose and I took my chance. I put my lips on hers and **** my blood into her mouth.

Her legs beat against the ground as she came to lucidity, but my fluids eventually took their toll and dropped her into a weak trance. "Umm, you'll do what I say."

Her eyes flickered and she came out of it. Her struggles renewed and she nearly bucked me off, until I shouted, "Stop, damn it."

She froze for a moment, her eyes wide, before the compulsion passed. I cursed as she shoved me off, "Fuck."

She froze again for a moment as the word struck her. Then, to her distress and horror, she reached over grabbed my cock. I laughed in relief, an airy thing, as she pulled my cock out and started on her underwear. "Slow down a little."

She stopped again, but when she started moving again it was in slow motion. I watched for a moment, fascinated, and then reached out a grabbed a tit. She jumped back, glacially, and I stood. I slapped her ass, watching it jiggle at normal speed, and chuckled as her reaction took a few second to even start. "Fall asleep."

She immediately collapsed, falling boneless to the ground. She woke up from the impact and struggled to stand. "Shut up and follow me."

I led her away from the farmhold, fixing my trousers, surprised by how effective the command had been. It wasn't especially covert, but it made me feel like my power was much stronger than I had thought. There was so much from so little, and that got me thinking.

Wouldn't it be prudent to give her more of my fluids?

We were a decent distance from the farmhold, nearing the fence and whatever lay beyond it. I could hear running water and the first calls of a rooster. Looking around, I could see a few places where I could spend a few minutes 'educating' the farmgirl.

Or, we could turn around and return to the farm; with it's occupants dead or mesmerized it wouldn't be much of an issue to spend a day or two plotting my next move.