Katrina sighed as she lifted the heavy bucket of water from the well, pouring its contents into another bucket that she would carry back home. The work was not terribly complicated or difficult, but it was certainly tiresome, and it was far more work than she expected to be doing on her birthday. She was sixteen years old, the age at which, in her village anyway, a girl became a woman and thus attained all the rights of womanhood. As her village was based around a matriarchal social order, these rights were significant, such as the right to vote for the Village Council and the right to own land. Katrina often dreamed of the day she would meet the perfect man to marry, and settle down with him on land of her own, rather than toiling for her parents and her elder brothers. She took a few steps forward, trying to balance the heavy, full bucket of water as she walked back towards their family farmhouse. Unfortunately, the ground was uneven, and she soon stumbled, trying to catch her balance but falling forward due to the pull of the bucket, landing on top of it at the same time as its sudden impact with the ground caused its contents to come rushing upward. Katrina sighed, picking herself up off the ground. She must have been quite a sight, the water completely soaking her simple white dress, revealing her soft, young body underneath, but she didn't even care about that. Her main frustration was that she would have to go back to the well and get more water. She cursed under her breath-- for such behavior would not befitting a lady to do it out loud-- and carried her bucket frustratedly back to the well. One of the drunkards in front of the bar shouted and whistled at her, which she did her best to ignore. He continued to catcall and whistle as she lowered the bucket. Katrina became slightly nervous when he started approaching her, doing her best to raise the bucket as quickly as possible. Her eyes darted up towards him; he was almost halfway there, and so was the bucket. She hastily raised the bucket the rest of the way and poured the contents into her carrying bucket, worrying far more about making the transfer quickly than the amount she spilled. Her eye darted up again towards the drunkard, but only for an instant, for the last thing she wanted to do was make eye contact with the foul man. Katrina carried the bucket briskly away, glancing over her shoulder and sighing softly to herself, increasing her pace to attempt to escape the drunkard. She thought she had made it, but she realized that even more trouble loomed ahead. Standing not ten paces from her was Phillip, the Constable's son. He was moderately well to do, tall, and dashing. Unfortunately, though, he was always incredibly snide to Katrina, and though she tried her best to put him out of her mind, his tall, strong physique and his bright smile always drew her to him. Thus, she had no desire to encounter him in this state. Unfortunately, the encounter would proceed, regardless of her wishes. Phillip approached her, a smirk on his lips, his bright eyes glimmering at the sight of Katrina's body exposed through the thin material, and the obvious trepidation in her mannerisms as she looked over her shoulder at the rapidly approaching drunkard, then at Phillip, who was not approaching nearly as rapidly but instead walking slowly over to her with a cool, confident swagger. "You're looking lovely as always, Katrina," he said, with a bit of a derisive chuckle. "I especially like your choice of attire for today," he added; now noticing the drunkard for the first time as well. "I see you've brought a friend with you as well." Katrina sighed, looking back at the drunkard again, who grinned lecherously at her. "He's no friend," she mumbled as she walked quickly past Phillip. "Oh, is that so?" he said, turning to the drunkard, drawing a dagger from inside of his jacket, waving it in a skilled, threatening motion towards the staggering man. "Be off with you, then," she snarled, swiping the dagger at the air a few times, a gesture which caused the drunkard to swiftly depart, but not before taking one more leer over his shoulder at Katrina's wet body. "Yes, yes, run along," Phillip said, chuckling to himself. He then turned to Katrina, "You'd best get home as well, young lady," he said, smirking as a witticism formed in his mind, "for you're entirely too wet to be out in public." Phillip snickered at his own remark, and then proceeded on his way. Katrina's cheeks burned. If he only knew, she thought to herself. She was tempted to call after him, to tell him to do something about this supposed of wetness of hers, but she knew that would only inspire further mockery, and the drunkard might hear as well, so she thought it best to just go home with the water. Upon arriving home, her mother gave her a stern glance. "You've gone and gotten yourself all dirty again," she said crossly, taking the bucket. "And there's not even enough water." She poured out the water into the large bowl where she was cooking the day's meal, looking it over for a moment and then pulling out a piece of metal, which glittered as she tossed it across the room. "And there's some piece of junk in the water, too. I'm lucky I caught it or our bread would've been ruined," she said. "Honestly, Katrina, you have to be more careful. Now go out there and get more water." Katrina sighed, glancing out the window. The drunkard was still lingering outside. She did not look forward to another encounter with him, so she took advantage of the chance to procrastinate by chasing after the piece of metal. She brushed a bit of dirt off of it, and found that it was a finely crafted ring of a silver hue, glittering even in the low light inside her family's residence. Katrina smiled slightly to herself, and considered this ring to be her birthday present, and her reward for having to endure such hardships. She slipped it onto her finger, pouting slightly when she noticed it was a bit too large for her. Still, the fit was not so loose that it would fall off any time soon, so she left it on, holding her hand up to the window in order to catch the light, with her fingers outstretched straight, smiling and examining her find from all directions. "Katrina, now!" her mother said angrily, and Katrina quickly grabbed the bucket and stood up. She took a deep breath and walked briskly out the door, turning around and walking to a little area behind their house used for outdoor cooking and laundry before the drunkard noticed her outside again. She sat down on a tree stump behind the family home, sighing a bit to herself. She looked at her ring again; that gave her some comfort, anyway, especially when she was facing the prospect of having to confront the awful drunkard again. Katrina concluded that if a confrontation were to be inevitable, the least she could do is be wearing some clean, dry clothes, to give him less to leer at. The area behind their house was surrounded by a fence on one side, the house on another, another house on a third, and woods on the far side, so she figured this secluded area as safe of a place to undress as any. She quickly pulled her damp clothes off of her smooth, young body and hung them up on a line stretching between the two houses, shivering slightly, feeling her small pink nipples grow hard as little pebbles from the chill rushing through her body from the early morning air. She glanced back down at the ring on her finger, noticing with a slight amount of surprise that it now fit her finger perfectly. Perhaps there is some magic afoot, she thought, but concluded it more likely that it was simply a trick of her imagination, and the ring had always fit her perfectly. Either that, or her shivering had somehow secured it more firmly into place. She thus thought little of it as she walked over to the line, stretching upward to grasp some dry clothes. It was at this point, when her arms were most extended, her whole body completely exposed, especially her pert little breasts, which the drunkard just had to decide, for whatever reason, to come around the corner into the secluded area. He leered and whistled loudly at the sight of the nude Katrina, and approached her, surely an evil thought on his mind. Katrina had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. She backed away from him as he advanced upon her, trying to shield her soft, nude body from his icy eyes and the large hand that he extended forth to attempt to grab her in some perverted fashion. "Stay away," she said, her lip quivering as she could no longer hold back her fear. Her words had no effect. "I said stay away," she repeated, mustering up what confidence she could as the drunkard continued to advance on her. His hand reached her, groping her small, round breast, roughly kneading her soft flesh as he grinned and squeezed tightly. Katrina screamed, attempting to shield herself with one hand; her other hand, the one wearing the ring, thrust out almost involuntarily, colliding with the drunkard with more force than Katrina thought was possible. She distinctly felt a tearing, not just of clothes, but a sickening tearing of flesh, as her hand plunged deep into the drunkard's stomach, ripping it open and causing him to emit a gurgling gasp and stop his advance, his hands flailing about. Katrina withdrew her hand in abject horror and the drunkard collapsed to the ground, motionless. She looked at the blood soaking her hand and realized she had killed him. Still, the more she looked at the blood, the less fear she felt. There was almost a sort of confidence in it instead, a knowledge that this man had trifled with her for the last time. She felt powerful. There was a hint, somewhere in the back of her mind, that this was not how she should feel-- that however much of a pervert or a lech this man had been, he did not deserve such a brutal death at her hands, and she should likely feel remorse for it. She also had a hint, in the same dark place, that it was the ring on her finger that was responsible for her new outlook. Yet, she did not care. She extended her tongue, licking the blood from her hand, laughing softly as the taste invigorated her. She flicked her tongue up and down across her wrist and sucked each of her fingers slowly into her mouth, practically sliding each one down her throat to take the entire length in and suck the blood off of it. Once her had was clean, she reached up to the line once again, pulling down a loose cloak, and threw it around herself in a revealing fashion, making sure to leave her shoulders, legs, and part of her breasts bare. She then picked up the bucket and threw it against the wall, hard, much harder than she'd ever thrown anything, and laughed again as it smashed into splinters of wood. Katrina stepped out from behind the house with a smirk on her lips, no longer so concerned about getting the water. She had bigger plans. She walked briskly through the town square, towards the inn, where Phillip was likely having a drink at the moment. Maybe he was even waiting for the drunkard to get back-- the two of them were probably co-conspirators in a plan to humiliate her. She wouldn't put such a thing past Phillip. She met up with him drinking at a corner table. "Get us a room," she said dryly, but sternly. "What? Katrina, I didn't know you cared," he said, laughing loudly. "Why, I should..." She interrupted him, taking a step closer and grabbing his neck with the ring hand, digging her nails into his flesh. "I said get us a room," she repeated in the same tone, licking her lips slowly before letting him go. Phillip quickly stood up and went to the counter, clattered a few copper coins onto it, and then walked briskly up the creaky stairs. Katrina was a bit more leisurely about it, smirking at some of the other patrons of the inn who gave her leering glances, and then walking up the creaky stairs after Phillip with a sway in her hips, which she swore had become fuller and rounder-- not that she minded. She followed him into a room, closing the door quickly behind her, and turning to face him, licking her lips in that same motion, her eyes gazing into his, piercing him. "W-what's this about?" Phillip started to say, trying to think of some witty remark, but unable to think at all as Katrina approached him. She was entirely changed, there was something about her mannerisms that was entirely new. Of course, there was a new confidence and assertiveness to her, and beyond that a frightening new strength, but there was even more to it, it was as though her gaze was piercing his soul and rendering him unable to disobey her commands. "Strip," she commanded. Phillip felt his hands move almost involuntarily to pull his coat off, his tunic and his trousers, his body starting to quiver slightly with fear. "What's this about, Katrina? We've always been friends, right? I mean, I may have been a tad boorish at times, but it's all in good fun, right?" Katrina just smirked, watching the clothes come off, pulling her own scant garments off as Phillip stripped before her. She pressed her nude body to his, noting that her breasts had increased in size as well, large round globes with stiff, erect nipples that pressed into his flesh. She started to grind her body against his, feeling his arousal grow against her stomach as she rubbed up against him. All in good fun was exactly the right sentiment, she thought-- for she was about to definitely have some good fun. Phillip was a bit uneasy, but he couldn't help but moan as Katrina rubbed against him. She had a luscious body that much was certain, in fact, it seemed to be even more luscious and womanly than it was when he first saw her. A bit stronger, too, he could definitely feel a hint of tightly toned muscle in that soft, smooth stomach of hers. Katrina wrapped her arms and legs around Phillip, digging her nails into his back and kissing him roughly, driving her demanding tongue into his mouth, tasting him and rubbing her body against his with even more eagerness. She shoved him down onto the rickety bed rather unceremoniously, standing over him with an evil grin on her face and a cold expression in her eyes as she leaned over him, now digging her fingernails into his wrists and biting his neck roughly, wrapping her legs around him and continuing to grind her body against his, feeling her womanhood grow hot and aroused. She pressed it against Phillip's hard shaft, laughing softly when he gasped with surprise and desire. Her hand rose, gripping it, and she rubbed it gently against her swollen pink lips, teasing it with her juicy lips, before lunging forward, driving him into her. Phillip gasped again. "Ahh, Katrina, you sly little..." she shut him up with another rough kiss, leaning forward and grabbing him tightly, her hips starting to pump up and down fiercely, sliding his shaft in and out of her juicy, tight slit. Her hot love juice poured out of her with each thrust in and out, oozing down Phillip's shaft and lubricating the next lunge deep inside. Katrina broke the kiss in order to moan loudly, raking her nails down his chest and sitting up. She wrapped her legs around him tightly and started to vibrate her lower body as fast and hard as she could, her breasts becoming more and more massive before her eyes as she shook her entire body on top of him, moving his hot, hard manhood every direction inside of her. Phillip just moaned incoherently, he didn't know what else to do, any impulse to resist her was long since gone, and he wasn't sure if he his body would've cooperated if he would've tried anyway. Katrina lifted her hips upward so her feet were now on the bed and she was squatting over him, sitting on his hard shaft, and started to drive him into her with renewed force, reaching down with a hand and playing with herself, rubbing the ample juice flowing from her eager lips into her soft skin as she thrust up and down, pushing him deep into her, sliding him out, and then pushing him deep into her again. Katrina thrust against him until she felt her passion explode, her whole body convulsing with ecstasy. She rammed him deep into her and felt the walls of her hot, lustful womanhood squeeze him tightly over and over as waves of pleasure tore through her body. After she was finished with him-- she didn't know if he had reached orgasm as well, nor did she particularly care-- she shoved him off of the bed, leaving him on the floor as she threw her cloak back on over her changed body, eyeing her glittering ring with a smile as she made her exit. There were other scores to settle.