Chapter 20: Chapter 20 – Contraceptive fire ointment

"You stupid shit! I said not to cum!", - Dolada swore, kicking the necromancer's dead body.

The Nord woman crossed her arms over her chest and plunged into her thoughts. On the one hand, she had to kill him, because the Anchorite could impregnate her slave, which would bring various troubles and, perhaps, the Anchorite would have claims on this slave. On the other hand, it was necessary to solve this issue (to cum or not to cum) before allowing him to copulate with a slave.

"Yes, I did a stupid thing myself," the Nord woman sighed, "But then I shouted to him, "Don't you dare cum in her!" He had to stop! But after my scream, he seemed to fuck her even faster!"

She looked with disgust at his penis and spilled sperm.

"Ugh! Some yellow disgusting cum! This is not sperm, but some kind of pus!", - Dolada grimaced, - "From this purulent sperm, my slave would probably turn into a zombie! Or give birth to a zombie!"

Then she thought about Molag Bal. This Daedric Prince was in alliance with the Order of the Black Worm. But did he really react to Dolada's use of the Bal cross? If this is true, and he sent a necromancer, after which Dolada killed him, then the death of his subordinate may upset Molag Bal. And then it makes no sense to hope for help from him.

Involuntarily, vague images of the Molag Bal, to which statues were often dedicated, appeared in Dolada's imagination. So, once upon a time she saw a statue of a Bal in Skyrim at the slavers guild.

She also saw statues of Molag Bal in Cyrodiil, which were made in a different, more simplified manner.

"Oh, I don't know what I'm going to do...",  the Nord woman spread her hands and scratched the top of her head in a puzzled way, - "The wandering magician should come to me tomorrow. I'll talk to him. He sometimes gives good advice."

Meanwhile, Selena felt that her strength was gradually returning and she began to get unsteadily to her feet. She looked at the dead necromancer with disgust. The sight of a murdered naked man with his throat cut shocked her.

After looking at him for a couple of seconds, Selena looked away and began demanding that Dolada remove the gag from her, as she wanted to tell that the Anchorite seemed to have infected her with a disease called "DampWorm". She began to mumble and shake her head, drawing attention to herself. Dolada approached her and removed the gag:

"What's it? What's the matter?"

"This necromancer infected me with some kind of DAMPWORM!", Selena shouted.

"This is not surprising. Just look at his purulent semen on the ground and the swollen veins on his legs! It was some kind of walking corpse! Fucking necromancers..."

"What's going to happen to me now?!!" screamed Selena.

"So! First of all, don't shout! I don't have any potions to cure diseases. They're over. That wandering magician is coming tomorrow. Maybe I'll buy it from him" Dolada said.

"I also have a COLD!" - Selena added.

"Ha! You're not very lucky at all, by the way. You've also been enslaved! Do you know? Aha-ha!" the Nord woman laughed and took out a bottle of ale.

She began to gulp ale greedily until she had completely emptied the bottle. Then she threw the empty bottle somewhere into the abyss and began to examine Selena.

"So! You've got his sperm on you!", she remarked, pointing at her crotch, "He could have managed to inject his rot into your pussy once!"

"It sucks!", Selena replied and involuntarily winced, "Why did you even let him fuck me?! Aunt Dolada, how could you?!"

Selena, despite her disgust at what had happened, continued her cunning search for points of influence on the mad woman and tried to evoke some hint of shame with her question.

"Well... I was hoping he could help me," Dolada answered.

"I was hoping that he could help me?", Selena repeated mentally after her, "She's making excuses to me. Hm! That's great!"

 She silently celebrated a small victory despite the fact that she was grimacing and disgusted by everything that had happened.

"We need to do something with the sperm that could get inside you," Dolada said, "Otherwise there is a risk of getting pregnant from this "purulent furuncle."

"So what can we do, Aunt Dolada?"

"I have a bottle of poisonous ointment. This ointment deals fire damage. The magician gave it to me. Now I'm going to squeeze some ointment on your hand, and you shove it into your pussy. This ointment will burn a lot, but I think it will destroy the sperm of a putrid necromancer," Dolada replied.

"Oh, oh, there will be burns in my pussy?!" - Selena was scared.

"Yes, damn it! There will be burns in your imperial tender pussy. There will be blisters! And when I start fucking you, the blisters will start to burst, and you will die of pain! Ha-ha!", the mad Nord woman laughed ominously.

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"Nooooo! Please, no! What is the punishment for?!!", the girl howled.

"Calm down! I'm just kidding! I'll give you another healing potion later! I'll spend all my potions on you! Damn!", the Nord woman grumbled.

She walked up to the girl and squeezed some fire ointment onto her fingertips.

"Quickly put your fingers in your pussy. You'll be patient for about twenty seconds. And then drink the healing potion. Is everything clear?", - Dolada asked.

"Y-yes, Aunt Dolada," Selena replied nervously, shivering both from fear and from the cold.

"Get started!" the Nord woman commanded.

Selena had no choice but to stick her hand with the ointment right into her vagina. Her hand started to heat up a lot in a split second, and when the ointment was in her pussy, then all hell broke loose. The tender skin inside her pussy experienced such a strong burning sensation that a tongue of flame literally burst out of the vagina!

"A-A-A!!!", Selena yelled and started jumping on the spot. Then she saw a snowdrift nearby and, running up to it, sat down in it with her ass, hoping that the snow would ease her suffering.

"AHAHA! It's funny! Ha-ha!", Dolada laughed, taking out another bottle of ale.

"Help me! A-a-a! Aunt Dolada, help me!", Selena screamed, moving her crotch through the snow, believing that the snow would penetrate her pussy and extinguish the fire.

"How fun! Scream on, whore! In the meantime, I'll drink to your health!", Dolada laughed, sipping ale from a bottle.

"Please! A-a-a! I'm burning! It hurts me!!!", our heroine screamed, tearing her throat.

"Okay! I think the necromancer's sperm has already burned there," Dolada waved her hand and slowly approached her slave.

"Here, a strong healing potion! Have a drink!" the woman said, handing her a small bottle.

Selena opened her mouth and Dolada poured the contents there.

"Yeah! I received only 100 gold from the necromancer for you, and at the same time, the "strong healing potion" costs about 150! I'm at a loss!", Dolada noted with sadness and took another sip of ale from the bottle.

Meanwhile, Selena was still sitting in the snowdrift, but she no longer felt an unbearable burning sensation and even involuntarily smiled, feeling relieved.

"Oh, how good..." she blurted out.

"There is nothing good in this situation. It is unlikely that this Anchorite went here without telling his necromancers anything. They can start looking for him and come here. Shit! I may even have to leave this camp! I've lived here for many years! And after you fell on my head, everything starts to go awry," the Nord woman grumbled.

"Can you go back to Skyrim, Aunt Dolada?" asked Selena.

"I don't know. I'm in exile altogether. Nobody is waiting for me there" Dolada remarked and drank from the bottle again, "The magician will come tomorrow, and I’ll consult with him."

"And how do you know this wandering magician, Aunt Dolada?"

"He also once worked in Skyrim with me. Until the problems started there."

Soon Dolada emptied the bottle of ale and approached the corpse of the necromancer. She grabbed his hands and dragged him behind a large stone and threw him into a snowdrift, and then sprinkled snow on his protruding legs. While she was busy with the dead body of the Anchorite, Selena was lost in her thoughts:

"It's strange that they once worked together with my mother, but then their paths diverged, and now this Dolada has a lot of money, enchanted things and potions, but my mother, having become a servant of Meridia, had modest prosperity. It looks like Dolada made a good career in Skyrim until some problems started. And she still hasn't answered me – does she remember my mother or not? The last time I questioned her, she got furious and attacked me..."

Selena's thoughts were interrupted by the belching of Dolada, who had already drunk two bottles of ale.

"So! I'm not going to fuck you today anyway. You picked up some kind of infection from a necromancer. And I don't have any potions to cure diseases. So it's better to go to bed early!", - said the Nord woman.

Selena got to her feet, standing up from the snowdrift. And then Dolada approached her, breathing alcohol vapors into her face, and activated all the accessories of a slave on her – handcuffs, shackles and a gag.

"You will stand near the tent and keep your eyes open! If necromancers appear, then moo with all your might!" she ordered, "Do you understand?"

Selena nodded her head and followed Dolada to her tent. She had to stand on her feet again until she was completely exhausted…

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