AN ELF MAIDEN'S TALE
By PJ

World of Magnumund created by Joe Dever.

CHAPTER I -- CAUGHT!

February 21, 5381 MS

Gwena was a young elf girl, of average height and shapely, as
was the way of elvish females. She had long blonde hair tied in
an intricate knot, and delicate, pointed ears. Her eyes sparkled
with blue fire, and she had moist red lips. Today she wore a
long white dress with a leather vest tied snugly over her round,
pert breasts. She walked gracefully down an old forest trail as
the day wandered into noon, and she reveled in the sights and
sounds of the wood. After walking down the trail for about an
hour, Gwena left the trail and moved east until she emerged from
the trees and entered a cool, forest glade.

The clearing was large, with a clear stream running down its
length. A small waterfall poured down a small, rocky hill to her
right, sending droplets into the air to form a light mist.
Beautiful flowers gathered along the shores of the stream, with
large blossoms of rose and daisy. Gwena breathed deeply of the
scented air, smelling water and the flower's sweet nectar. The
elf girl walked to the edge of the stream near the waterfall and
took off her vest and dress. Mist caressed her smooth, naked
flesh, and her nipples hardened to the water's coolness.

She slipped slowly into the water and moved to stand under the
gentle waterfall. The water washed over her slim body as she
unbound her long, blonde hair and cupped her round breasts to
receive more of the cool liquid. She opened her mouth and drank
deeply of the cool waters, then moved her small hands over the
contours of her shapely body. Her hands moved across her slim
stomach, then down to her blonde mound of pussy hair. The girl's
slim fingers caressed her pussy lips, then moved deeper into her
hot love hole. Gwena gasped with pleasure and rubbed her clit,
moaning lightly with each stroke. She raised her fingers to her
lips and licked her honey with her wet tongue.

The perfume of the flowers grew stronger, and Gwena inhaled
deeply. The sweet scent of the flowers aroused the elf girl
more, so she left the water and moved towards one of the large,
rose plants. Leafy tendrils emerged from the plant and moved
towards the young woman as she knelt before the plant and
inhaled deeply again. The strands moved around her slim stomach
and encircled her round breasts. Gwena moaned lightly as the
tendrils squeezed her tits, and other limbs pulled her thighs
apart. A tendril stroked her wet pussy lightly, then entered
into her cunt, making the girl gasp for breath. The plant pulled
the naked girl towards it, her arms bound above her head, with
limbs around her slim waist and legs.

Gwena moaned as the plant fucked her pussy harder, and little
blossoms closed around her nipples and began to suck on them.
The naked girl writhed with pleasure as the plant squeezed her
soft tits and plunged deeply into her cunt. A phallic-looking
tendril caressed her soft cheeks, and moved slowly into her open
mouth. Gwena sucked on the limb greedily as it moved deeper into
her throat. Sweat began to coat the girl's skin as she sucked on
the limb and fucked the tendril in her pussy.

After several minutes of ecstasy, Gwena orgasmed, and the plant
shot sweet nectar down her mouth. She drank the liquid deeply,
then sat up as the plant unwound its limbs from her
sweat-covered body and retracted them into its trunk. Gwena
exhaled loudly with satisfaction, then she bent down to kiss the
rose on one of its blossoms. The plant shook softly as the naked
girl plunged back into the water to wash off the remains of her
session, then she quickly dressed and returned to the forest
trail.

***

Gwena frowned as she heard shouting in the distance, from the
direction of her village. She hastened her steps until she
reached the edge of the wood and could see the outskirts of her
home. Smoke billowed high into the air as the wooden houses of
her village burned. Screams came from the village as Men in
black armor rode into the town and threw torches dipped in oil
on the defenseless houses and shops. Gwena looked on in horror
as she watched an elf woman fall to the ground as a Man pursued
her on foot. The Man laughed as he slapped her across the face,
then pinned her to the ground with his knees.

The elf woman screamed as the Man ripped open her white blouse
and fondled her round breasts. The woman tried to crawl away as
the Man sucked on her tits and ripped her dress apart. The Man
punched the elf woman in the face, knocking her unconscious,
then he opened his pants and thrust his cock into her pussy. The
woman's body rocked as the Man thrust deeply into her, squeezing
her breasts with his gloved hands. As he orgasmed, he shot his
load across her naked tits, then he got up, reached down to grab
her naked body, and carried her under his arm back into the
village.

Scared witless, Gwena ran from the shelter of the forest and hid
next to a burning building. She moved deeper into town, where
she saw a group of Men on horseback, directing other soldiers as
they loaded metal cages on wheels with the women of the village.
A lone Man in black armor had a scarlet cape around his massive
shoulders, a larger sword held easily in his right hand. A
pentagram pendant clasped his cloak at the neck. A horned helmet
hid his features, but he had a strong voice, and a long, black
beard.

"Get these elf bitches loaded! And be quick! The Elven Council
will send warriors to investigate the smoke in a few hours,"
said the Man leader.

Gwena started to leave, thinking to hide back in the forest,
when she saw her father run into the town square, a bloody sword
in his left hand. Three Mannish soldiers chased after the Elf,
who turned to face their assault. The Men attacked fiercely,
chopping with their blades at their smaller foe. Gwena's father
parried the Men's clumsy attacks and sliced his blade across the
throat of one Man. As the soldier gurgled on his own blood and
died, the Elf stabbed another Man in the heart, and pulled out
his blade and sliced open the belly of his third attacker.

The Man leader smiled fiercely and pointed his right forefinger
at the Elf. As Gwena screamed a warning to her father, a stream
of glowing darts flew from the Man's finger and slammed into the
Elf's back, flesh sizzled as the Elf flew forward and fell on
his face, then he was still. The Men laughed, as did their
leader as Gwena ran to her father's body and cradled it in her
slim arms. Hot tears ran down her cheeks as she turned to glare
at the Mannish leader and scream, "You killed my father, you
son-of-a-bitch!"

"That's not the way a young lady should talk. But all of you Elf
bitches are sluts and whores anyway," proclaimed the Man as he
dismounted from his horse and approached the young woman. Before
she could get up to flee, the Man grabbed her by the arms and
pulled her to her feet.

"I'm your father now," said the Man with a grin, "and Daddy
wants a kiss."

The Man leader kissed Gwena hard on the lips, forcing his tongue
deeply into her limp mouth. He ripped off her vest and dress,
then forced her to the hard ground with the help of two of his
Men. As the soldiers held her wrists to the ground, the leader
spread open her creamy thighs and moved between them. He leaned
down and began to suck greedily at her right breast, while his
hand squeezed the other. She screamed in terror and frustration
as the Man moved to suck her other tit, then moved down to lick
her pussy lips. Gwena squirmed as the Man sank his tongue deeply
into her love hole, while his hands squeezed her breasts
roughly. The elf girl moaned as her body responded to the Man's
attentions and love honey began to flow from her cunt.

The Man drank her cum like fine wine, sucking harder into her
pussy. Gwena's body went limp and one of the soldiers undid his
pants and forced his erect cock into her slack mouth. The elf
girl moaned as the Man thrust deeply into her throat, his hand
pinching her erect nipples. The other Men hooted and shouted
encouragement, while the other Elf maidens looked on in shock.
The leader rose from her warm pussy and opened his codpiece,
pulling out his erect penis and stroking her inner thighs with
it. The naked elf girl moaned as he put his rod into her tight
cunt and thrust deeply into her.

She moaned loudly as the Man fucked her deeper and deeper, and
the other soldier fucked moist mouth. Gwena's firm ass rose into
the air as the leader grabbed her slim waist and forced her
pussy harder onto his tool. Minutes later, the leader orgasmed
into her warm love hole, then the man fucking her mouth pulled
his tool out and shot his load across her face and neck. The elf
girl gasped for breath as the Man leader rose to his feet and
adjusted his armor.

Smiling at his helpless prisoner, the leader said, "Take the
bitch to the well and wash her off, then put her with the
others."

Gwena stumbled weakly after the soldier who pulled her to the
well at the center of the square and poured water from a bucket
over her naked body. After two more splashes, the guard pulled
her to the nearest wheeled cage and threw her inside, after he
kissed her roughly on the lips and pinched one of her tits.
Gwena lay weakly on a bed of straw as the Men finished burning
the Elf village and began to ride to the south, to the Mannish
Empire.

CHAPTER II -- BOUND BY CHAINS OF FLESH

February 22, 5381 MS

Gwena awoke to the tilting gait of the wagon as the slave convoy
made its way down the forest trail. Many of the other Elven
girls still lay sleeping as she rubbed her sore eyes and watched
the guards patrol the trail on their mounts. One grizzled Man
smiled laviciously at her as he passed the cage, but she ignored
him. The leader of the band of Mannish slavers, who had raped
her when he raided her village, rode proudly at the head of the
column, surveying the environment with an arrogant gaze.

Morning passed into noon, and the slaves were tossed scraps of
travel bread and a few flasks of water. The girls quickly
devoured their meals, then stared with empty eyes at their
captors and the forest home that would soon be only a memory.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and at dusk the convoy
stopped to make camp. The slavers fed and watered the Elf girls
again, and after the Men had eaten their own meals and passed a
wine flask around, one of the Men opened the cage and pulled a
struggling raven-haired girl to the waiting group of leering
soldiers. The girl screamed as the Men ripped off the shreds of
her clothing and gang-raped her several times, until hours
later, when most of them fell into contented sleep, and the girl
lay sobbing quietly near the fire. One of the remaining sober
guards grabbed her roughly and threw her back into the cage. She
lay crying in the dry straw until an older Elf woman drew
forward and hugged her close. Gwena watched the girl cry, then
curled into a fetal ball and fell asleep.

Two days passed as the convoy moved south through the forest.
The Men shot game for meat, and at night, they would take an Elf
girl, sometimes several, and rape them mercilessly. Strangely
enough, Gwena was never taken into the orgies, she was left
alone except for the occasional lustful gaze. The other Elf
girls noticed Gwena's new stature, and began to avoid her. Soon,
the girl sat by herself near the edge of the cage, while the
other girls watched her with suspicion and spoke in hushed
whispers.

On the four day, the convoy broke free of the forest and
traveled into open grassland. To the northeast, mountains
protected the forest home of the Elves. The slavers had traveled
south along the edge of the mountain range, then crossed its tip
to enter the prairies of the west. To the south, the Sea of
Vaduz crashed against the beach, bringing cool, salty air to the
mainland. Gwena inhaled the rich, sea air and marveled at the
large expanse of water before her. She had never traveled out of
the forest, and everything around her was new.

The convoy traveled northwest, along the coast until night fell
and they made camp. As Gwena sat in her cage and munched on some
stale travel bread, she watched as the Men cooked fish over an
open fire and feasted on them. A rough soldier wiping grease
from his chin walked over to Gwena's cage and opened it.

"You, elf bitch! Get over here!" commanded the guard as he
pointed at Gwena.

The slim Elf girl walked unsteadily to the door, then jumped
lightly to the ground. She relished the soft earth with her toes
as the Man grabbed her left arm and pulled her roughly after
him. He traveled to the center of the Mannish encampment, where
the Man leader's large, round tent was perched. The guard pulled
her through the entrance and pushed her roughly to the
rug-covered ground. The leader sat in a leather field chair,
sipping a cup of mulled wine, as the guard saluted and stood at
attention.

"Leave us. I am not to be disturbed," said the leader.

"Yessir!" replied the guard as he saluted, then quickly left the
tent.

The Man sat and regarded the Elf girl, his eyes pools of
darkness that seemed to pull at Gwena's soul and devour it.

"Care for some wine?" asked the Man as he stood up and went to a
small pot hanging from a brazier. He poured a cup for Gwena,
then refilled his own. He returned to his chair, then held out a
cup for her. The Elf girl tentatively took the cup and took a
small sip of the wine. The warm liquid traveled through her body
and relaxed her stiff back. The Man watched her drink, then took
another swallow from his own cup.

"You know, it's really getting difficult to find elf females
like you anymore. Ever since the Darklords destroyed the Kai two
hundred years ago, all the creatures of Fey seem to be
disappearing. It's a pity, since Elf women provide several
important ingredients in Nadziranim magic. Did you know that I
am a mage of the Right Hand?"

"I guessed that you were some kind of wizard," replied Gwena
quietly.

"Yes, your people are steeped in magical lore. You're brought up
around it. I can sense the sweet scent of magic in your blood
right now," said the mage as he gazed hungrily at her. Gwena
swallowed the rest of her wine with a gulp, then nervously
fingered her cup.

"Yes, it's a pity that there are so few left," whispered the
mage as he flew from his chair and grabbed Gwena by the arms.
She whimpered softly as he pulled her to a pile of pillows and
furs that served as his bed and threw her onto them. She cowered
before the Man as he reached for a knife from a nearby table and
sliced open her right arm. The girl screamed as he grabbed her
arm and collected her blood with a copper bowl.

"Elvish blood is very useful in spells of clairvoyance and
seeking," said the mage calmly as he collected more of her blood
in the bowl and poured it into a glass jar. After filling two
jars with her blood, he whispered words of magic and stroked her
wound. The slashed skin sealed back together and the wound
disappeared without a scar to mark it. The mage pushed Gwena
onto the pillows and ripped her shreds of clothing away. He
gazed at her naked body with lust, then leaned down to spread
her legs apart.

The Elf girl lay back limply as the Man began to rub her pussy
with his right hand. She moaned lightly as her body grew warm
and her cunt became wet from his caresses. Smiling coldly, the
mage began to lick her pussy with his tongue, sending shivers
across the girl's body as his tongue probed deeply into her
vagina. His strong hands reached up to squeeze her round breasts
and pinch her nipples as he probed deeply into her. She moaned
loudly as she orgasmed, and a flow of love honey poured from her
cunt. The mage quickly grabbed another bowl and collected the
girl's cum with it.

"You may be interested to know that a Elf female's cum is also a
very powerful ingredient in Nadziranim magic. Any dark mage who
drinks it finds that his spells are twice as powerful for a
limited period of time. Sex magic is a relatively new
discipline, first discovered around 5150 by a Nadziranim wizard.
It was quite an accident really, when the mage drank from a
human princess's cunt as he raped her, then cast a fireball
spell at a group of soldiers in one of the Northern Kingdoms, I
forget which one.

The mage's name was Mordred, I think. He's quite a powerful
Nadziranim arch-mage these days, serving one of the Northern
Darklords I believe. Human women are satisfactory, but Elven
women are even better, it's probably all the magic in your
kind's blood," said the mage as he tied her wrists together and
connected them to one of the tent poles. The mage leaned forward
to kiss Gwena roughly on the mouth, exploring her warm throat
with his tongue.

The Man pulled away, then began to suck eagerly on her right
breast as his hands stroked her inner thighs and probed her wet
pussy. The girl moaned softly as the mage moved to suck her
other tit, then lick her warm, sweet flesh between her breasts.
He undid his pants and pulled out his erect cock, then pulled
her head up by the hair and forced his rod into her slack mouth.
Gwena moaned in protest as the Man thrust his tool deeper into
her throat. The Man smiled in ecstasy as he forced the naked
girl to suck on his cock for several minutes, pushing her harder
and harder against his crotch. He pulled away from Gwena,
allowing her to gasp for breath, then he forced her legs open
again and thrust his cock into her pussy.

Gwena gasped as the mage pushed his rod deeply into her love
hole. Her sweat-soaked body rocked as he thrust deeper into her.
Waves of orgasmic pleasure assaulted her mind as the mage fucked
her without restraint. She came again, pouring a stream of love
honey from her cunt. The mage collected her fluid, then
penetrated her again, pushing deeply into her warm, tight pussy.
She moaned louder as he licked her upraised legs and leaned
forward to squeeze her heaving breasts. When the mage finally
orgasmed, he spewed cum across her slim stomach and breasts,
then moved forward to run his cock across her sweaty face.

"Lick it, Elf bitch!" ordered the mage as he yanked hard on her
long, blonde hair. She reluctantly licked the cum from his rod,
then sucked lightly on the tip of his tool. The Man grunted with
approval as the girl licked across his shaft, then sucked
daintily on his balls until he pulled her away and pushed her
down into the pillows.

The mage stood up, pulled on a nearby robe of red silk, and took
the bottles with her fluids to a nearby strongbox, where he
carefully placed them inside. He refilled his cup with wine,
then walked to the entrance of the tent to summon a guard. While
the guard was being sent for, the mage retrieved another silk
robe, with the flaming eye symbol of the dark god Naar, one of
many such symbols. He pulled the limp Elf girl to her feet and
draped the robe lovingly across her creamy, smooth shoulders. He
cinched the silk belt tight against her slim waist, then traced
her cheek with his hand as the summoned guard entered the room.

"Take the Elf slut back to her cage. Make sure no one touches
her but me. Is that understood?" asked the mage.

"Yessir! None of the men has harmed or bedded the wench, as you
forbade us to earlier," replied the soldier.

"Good. She's my fucktoy until we reach the slave markets," said
the mage.

"Very good, sir," acknowledged the guard as he took Gwena's arm
and led her from the tent.

"Just so you know, you're the property of Vonotar the Second,
mage of the Nadziranim," stated the Man with a wicked smile as
Gwena left the tent.

CHAPTER III -- ONE IF BY SEA

Coast along Sea of Vaduz,

February 25, 5381 MS

The morning sun rose above the mountains of the east as Gwena
stirred and opened her large, blue eyes. Her long blonde hair
reflected the warm golden rays of the burning orb and she smiled
in greeting to the light. The dark, silk robe inscribed with the
sigil of Naar was warm against her soft skin, the fabric
absorbing the sun's heat like a hungry beggar. The elf girl
folded her arms across her ample breasts as the guards hurled
the day's ration of stale travel bread and water flasks into the
cell. The other elven girls quickly seized their food and
retreated to the far side of the cage, leaving enough food and
water for Gwena as she slowly rose from her corner and walked to
claim her portion. An hour later, the cage jerked as the driver
whipped the horses into motion and the convoy resumed its trek
northwest along the coast.

Gwena nibbled her bread as she watched the cages and their
escort make their way along the soft earth. The sky was clear,
with only a few fluffy clouds to mar its perfection. To the
west, across the sea, dark storm clouds began to advance on the
slavers' convoy, with lightning flashing from one mote to
another.

Hours passed, merging into afternoon as the formation wound its
way along the water body until the elf girl could see two ships
floating serenely in a natural bay. The wagon-cages and the
mounted slavers continued their ride until they stood facing the
bows of the two ships. One ship was a large merchantman, a fat
galley with two tall masts and slits along the sides for oars.
The second ship was deeper to sea, near the edge of the bay, and
was sleek and agile, obviously a destroyer. Rows of lethal
flash-cannons lined the flanks of both vessels, with crews of
cruel-looking Men, which Gwena watched as they scurried about
the ships.

A small shuttle broke away from the large galley and rowed its
way to the beach. Vonotar dismounted his horse and stood holding
the reins as the boat slammed lightly into the sand and crewmen
quickly secured it to the beach. A tall, lithe woman with a
wide-brimmed hat jumped from the shuttle and walked gracefully
to where Vonotar stood. The two slavers bowed stiffly to each
other, then walked together towards the cages. Gwena watched as
the woman examined the prisoners of each cage, then finally made
her way to the elf girl's cell.

Gwena gasped in surprise as she got a closer look at the slaver
woman. The woman had deep, tanned skin and delicate features.
Her hair was a lustrous silver, and it cascaded in rich waves to
her slim waist. Most surprising to Gwena was the slim, pointed
ears and raised eyebrows that marked her as an elf, a dark elf.
The elven slaver smiled coldly at Gwena as the girl realized the
race of her new captor. The dark elf examined her prisoner
coolly, then turned to Vonotar.

"Why does she wear a robe with Naar's sigil upon it?" inquired
the elf woman.

"It was a small jest, a private joke on my part," replied
Vonotar with an evil grin.

"Yes, very amusing," replied the dark elf sarcastically.

"Can you get all the slaves on board by nightfall?" asked
Vonotar with a frown. "That storm from the west has me worried."

"Be calm, mage," said the dark elf with a smile, "all will be
taken care of."

"See that it is," said Vonotar coldly as he glanced quickly at
Gwena, then moved away to order his men about.

"Vonotar tells me you're his plaything," remarked the dark elf
with a grin. "Perhaps you can play with me tonight, eh?"

"Go fuck yourself!" whispered Gwena sharply.

"Such language from an Elf of Light! I'm shocked!" whispered the
dark elf as her eyes widened with laughter and she placed her
hand over her heart. The woman chuckled softly and moved back to
the shuttle to instruct her men.

***

The elven slaves were quickly and efficiently loaded in turns
upon the shuttle and ferried to the galley floating in the clear
water. The waves began to grow rougher as the approaching storm
got closer to the coast. As the sun set upon the choppy waters,
all of the slaves were aboard the slave ship, and it slowly set
a course to sea. Gwena sat on a bench with two other elf girls
in the large hold of the ship. Her slim right ankle was
encircled by a thick shackle which linked with a chain that was
bolted to the deck. The two elf girls on her bench sat far away
from her as she pondered the appearance of the dark elf and what
it would lead to.

The storm hit the coast just as the two ships entered the sea
and began to sail north. Vonotar and the dark elf stood near the
helm of the galley as rain lashed the deck and thunder roared in
their ears.

"Victoria! Should we make for Sheasu or sail directly for
Telchos?" yelled the mage.

"We make for Telchos! If we try to reach Sheasu Island, we'll be
sailing directly into the storm!" replied Victoria the dark elf
with a shout.

"You're the sailor! Just don't risk my merchandise!" shouted
Vonotar as he made his way towards the ladder to the lower hold.

"Don't worry! Anything happens to them, there goes my
commission!" yelled Victoria as she pointed a course for the
helmsman, then followed Vonotar's path.

The dark elf slid gracefully down the ladder, then opened the
door to the passenger cabins and went inside. The slim, young
woman shook the water from her body, then took off her
waterproof poncho. She walked casually down the hallway till she
entered her room at the far end and closed the door after her.
She slid the doorbolt in place, then went to the secret hatch
that opened into the cargo hold. She slid down another ladder,
then lit a lantern from a nearby table.

She entered the dark hold, then scanned the ranks of slaves
until she spotted Gwena sitting alone near the hull. Victoria
smiled in anticipation, then walked to the elf girl and
unshackled her from her bonds. Gwena stared at her with
resignation as the woman pulled her to her feet and led her back
to the captain's quarters.

Gwena sat on the only bunk as Victoria filled a crystal glass
with dark, red wine and sipped it appreciatively. The dark elf
shook her long, silver hair to free it of water, then moved to
sit next to the elf girl.

"Drink some," suggested the elf woman as she held the glass in
front of Gwena. The girl took the glass and had a small sip,
then coughed at its bitter taste.

"Drakkarim Bloodwine is difficult to cultivate a taste for. Most
Men hate the stuff, as do Elves of Light, those that get out
anymore, that is," said Victoria with a smile as she took
another long drink.

Gwena felt dizzy as the bitter wine burned her throat and
stomach. The dark elf drained her glass, then moved to a nearby
trunk, and opened it.

"Take that robe off," commanded Victoria as she pulled out a
leather corset and held it up for inspection. Gwena continued to
sit and made a sick face from the wine.

"Take it off, bitch!" screamed the dark elf as she glared at the
girl with smoldering violet eyes.

The elf girl slowly undid the silk belt and pulled off the soft,
black robe. Victoria walked back to the bunk and pulled Gwena to
her feet. She spun the girl so her back faced forward, then
placed the corset on the girl, tying the garment tight against
her soft, creamy flesh. The corset left Gwena's breasts bare,
and forced them up and erect. The dark elf made Gwena put long,
sheer nylons on her legs, attached to the corset by a black
garter belt. Shiny, spiked-heeled shoes completed the outfit as
the dark elf led the girl to the far end of the room and placed
her wrists in leather shackles attached to a wooded support
beam. Another set of leather shackles forced her legs apart,
spread-eagling all of Gwena's limbs.

The boots of Victoria clicked against the hard wood of the deck
as she walked to the chest and pulled out a long, leather whip.
The dark elf licked her lips in anticipation as she flicked it
once, then lashed the whip across Gwena's bare shoulders. The
elf girl screamed in pain as Victoria lashed her flesh again and
again. The girl could her the dark elf moan in ecstasy as she
whipped her prisoner many times. Sweat and blood beaded on
Gwena's skin as the woman lashed her ten, twenty, thirty times.
The girl screamed with each lash, then her head lolled to the
side, and her body went limp.

Victoria took off her clothes and licked her own erect nipples
with her wet tongue. Her slim fingers rubbed the silver-haired
mound of her pussy until she was wet with lust. The woman walked
over to where Gwena hung limp and slid her hands along the
girl's bare ass. The dark elf smiled as she knelt down and
licked the girl's wet pussy with her tongue.

"So, the Elf girl of Light is turned on by the torture. What
would your people say?" mocked the woman as she probed deeper
into the girl's warm cunt with her wet tongue.

Gwena moaned softly as the woman tongue-fucked her pussy
eagerly. Her face buried itself in the girl's blonde mound of
love flesh, drinking the sweet nectar of sex that poured from
the bound girl's fuck hole. Victoria's hands squeezed and
pinched the girl's naked ass as she sucked deeply within the
girl's pussy. After drinking and licking her fill, the woman
licked along the girl's back until she reached her neck. The
dark elf reached around to squeeze Gwena's round breasts, then
pulled the girl's head back by the hair. As Gwena moaned in
pain, the woman kissed her roughly on the mouth, probing inside
with her tongue. The girl moaned again as Victoria probed deeply
within her slack mouth, then sucked lightly on her moist lips.

The dark elf moved back to the chest and strapped on a long,
erect dildo. She swayed gracefully over to the bound girl and
rubbed the slave's pussy with her right hand.

"Your flesh is trembling with desire, little slut," purred
Victoria as she licked the girl's love honey off her fingers.
"You elves of Light think you're so morally superior, but you're
just as corrupt and decadent as the dark elves. You're a lying
bitch! And I'm going to make you beg to lick my pussy!"

Victoria rubbed the tip of the dildo lightly across Gwena's bare
ass and pussy, then inserted it softly into the girl's cunt.
Gwena moaned loudly as the dark elf pushed the rod deeper into
her and then began to thrust back and forth into her pussy. The
bound girl's body rocked in it's leather shackles as the woman
fucked her harder and harder. Gwena gasped for breath, and sweat
dripped from her creamy skin as her pussy clung to the dildo and
sent waves of pleasure through her body.

Victoria smiled and held onto the girl's long, blonde hair with
her right hand as she thrust her crotch against the barely
clothed girl's ass. Gwena orgasmed repeatedly, and the dark elf
lubricated the dildo with her cum, pushing the tool deeper into
her cunt. The girl's round breasts heaved with effort as the
woman hugged her close and caressed her naked tits lovingly.
Victoria orgasmed violently, forcing her to push harder against
the girl's body.

An hour passed as the dark elf fucked Gwena's pussy, then licked
the love honey from her cunt and the rubber dildo. Victoria
placed another dildo in Gwena's slack mouth and plunged it
deeply down her throat as she began another session of fucking
the girl's pussy. The bound girl moaned as she took the rubber
cock in her mouth, and remembered the gentle caresses of the
rose plant before her capture. Her mind dwelled on her pleasant,
safe lovemaking with the plant, and her flushed body began to
eagerly respond to the plunging dildos in her orifices. She
began to suck on the dildo in her mouth and push her crotch
harder onto the thrusting dildo behind her, moaning softly with
pleasure as she remembered better days.

Victoria watched her in surprise, then shrugged her shoulders
and fucked the girl in earnest. The two females spent the rest
of the stormy night in sexual ecstasy, until at the crack of
dawn both elves orgasmed in unison, and Gwena plunged into a
pleasure-filled sleep, the scent of roses in her nose.

CHAPTER IV -- THE LOVE BOAT

February 26, 5381 MS

Gwena slept peacefully in the small bunk as the slave galley,
Blood Fang, sailed north to the city of Telchos. The dark elf,
Victoria, whispered words of magic and gently massaged the
sleeping elf girl's back, healing the welts left by the whipping
she had endured the previous day. Finishing her spell, the elf
woman smiled in satisfaction as she gazed at the smooth, creamy
flesh of Gwena's shoulders and back, no trace or scar remaining
to mar her beauty.

"Can't have the merchandise depreciate prematurely," whispered
the dark elf as she walked away from the bunk and sat at her
desk, opening a ledger to review profits over the last quarter.

Gwena awoke slowly, smiling with pleasure as she moved her
shoulders and felt no pain. The girl turned over to lay on her
back, then sat up and turned to watch Victoria warily.

"Good morning, little one," said the woman cheerfully as she
closed the ledger and placed it in a secure drawer. She muttered
the lock spell on the compartment, then stood up and stretched
her back and arms.

"I'll go get you something to eat. Meanwhile, my servant will
attend to your needs," remarked the elf woman as she went to the
door and stepped outside. As the door closed behind her, Gwena
spotted the black robe that Vonotar had given her, and she
quickly pulled it over her naked body.

The door opened again moments later, and a small Giak stepped
into the room and closed the door softly behind him. The ugly
creature was about three feet tall, with scaly skin and a small
crest that ran from his forehead, down his neck, and far down
his back. Small, red eyes regarded the elf girl as he clasped a
bundle of clothes in his small, clawed hands. He wore a simple,
spun tunic and pants, with clawed feet showing beneath the hem.
A stained apron completed his wardrobe, with artful splashes of
sauce, flour and blood covering its surface. The Giak's mouth
fell open as he gazed at Gwena, then he quickly scurried to the
edge of the bunk and deposited the clothes in her lap. The elf
girl backed against the hull of the ship and watched the
creature warily as it turned its mouth into something resembling
a smile.

"Lizard bring pretty lady new clothes. Mistress not like pretty
lady wearing robe of Naar," said the Giak in a high-pitched
squeak.

"Thank you, Lizard," replied Gwena as she found a white tunic,
hose, and high, leather boots in the bundle of clothing. The
Giak smiled again and shambled over to a table with many beakers
and pouches upon it. Gwena took the moment to quickly take off
the robe and pull on the tunic and leg hose. The nylon clung to
her shapely legs like a second skin, but the girl ignored the
fit and pulled on the leather boots eagerly. The Giak turned to
regard Gwena as she fastened a golden belt of silk around her
slim waist, then it approached the girl holding a small leather
pouch.

"When is Lady Victoria returning?" asked the elf girl curiously.

"Not for many minutes," replied the Giak purposefully. "Mistress
has many duties to attend to." With that, Lizard opened the
pouch and threw a cloud of white dust at the girl.

Gwena coughed as the dust entered her nose and mouth, then
dizziness assailed her. She swayed on her feet, then fell limply
to the ground. Lizard pounced on her prone form eagerly, and
delicately pulled off her tunic.

"Mistress will not know if clothes are not torn," said the Giak
with a giggle as it fondled the prone girl's round breasts, then
leaned down to suck eagerly on them. Gwena's vision swam as the
creature bit her nipples into hardness, then licked her smooth
neck and chin with its rough tongue. The girl blinked her eyes
rapidly as Lizard kissed her deeply on the mouth, forcing its
forked tongue into her slack mouth and entwining it with hers.
The helpless elf girl could not move as the Giak carefully
pulled down her hose and sniffed her blonde pussy mound
hungrily.

The Giak licked the surface of her pussy, then pushed his muzzle
deeply into her cunt, sucking eagerly at her tender flesh. A low
moan escaped her moist, red lips as the creature explored her
vagina and licked deeply into her, then across the surface of
her creamy inner thighs. Warm cum began to flow from her pussy,
and Lizard eagerly lapped up the nectar with his tongue. Gwena
moaned as she orgasmed, then watched as Lizard moved to stand
next to her head. He stroked her soft, golden hair, then opened
her mouth carefully and inserted his small, stub cock into her
warm mouth. The Giak grabbed her head in both hands and used it
as a support as he thrust his rod deeply into her throat. The
girl moaned softly as she involuntarily began to suck on his
tool, enfolding it with her soft, moist lips.

Lizard purred with pleasure as he fucked her mouth with his
cock, then he quickly shot a load into her mouth. She drank the
hot jism quickly, then gasped for breath as the Giak pulled away
from her mouth and moved between her slim legs again. He pulled
her legs apart, exposing her wet love hole to his cock, then he
thrust his erect rod deeply into her cunt. Her crotch blossomed
with warmth as she unconsciously pushed her crotch harder
against his tool. Lizard purred loudly as he grabbed her thighs
tightly and thrust harder into her warm pussy. The prone girl's
breasts heaved with effort as she moaned loudly in ecstasy and
orgasmed again, spurting cum across the Giak's apron and face.

Lizard squealed with delight and licked the honey with his
tongue as he fucked her cunt in a frenzy. The door to the cabin
opened, and Victoria entered the room with a tray of food just
as Lizard orgasmed and shot his load deep into Gwena's love
tunnel. The panting elf girl gasped with pleasure as the dark
elf slammed the tray upon the desk and quickly seized the Giak
by the scruff of his neck.

"Did I say you could fuck my slave, you little shit!" shouted
Victoria into the cringing Giak's ear hole.

"No, Mistress. Lizard is sorry," replied the Giak with a
downcast expression.

"Oh, you're going to be sorry," said the dark elf as she slapped
him several times across the face, knocking out a couple teeth.

"Please Mistress! Have mercy!" screeched the Giak as he clasped
his small claws together.

"You know better than to ask mercy from someone who has none,"
replied the woman coldly as she flung the Giak across the room
and into the hard, wooden hull. Lizard squealed in pain as he
bounced off the wall, then he quickly came to his knees and
bowed low in Victoria's direction.

"Great Mistress! Mighty Mistress!" moaned the Giak as he clasped
his claws together in supplication and continued to bow.

"Oh, get up, you little bastard!" sighed the dark elf as she
knelt to examine Gwena and quickly cast a cure to the magic
powder Lizard had used. "If I catch you screwing this girl
again, I toss you to the sharks."

"Never Mistress! Lizard will never screw pretty elf lady again!"
promised the Giak fervently.

"Leave me. I'll summon you later to perform some tasks for me,"
said the dark elf.

"Yes, mistress! At once, Mistress!" agreed Lizard as he moved
quickly to the door and bowed repeatedly before closing it after
him.

"Giaks," muttered Victoria as the elf girl sat up shakily and
coughed to clear her throat. The elf woman stroked the girl's
long, blonde hair as she blinked her eyes and focused on her
captor.

"Feeling better?" asked the dark elf.

"Yes, much," replied Gwena. "What was that stuff Lizard used?"

"Just some spell powder that I use from time to time," remarked
Victoria coolly as she helped the girl to her feet and led her
to the desk. "Sit down and drink something."

"Thank you," replied the elf girl as she took a wooden cup of
wine and drank greedily. The dark elf smiled as Gwena refilled
her cup from a pitcher, drank again, then began to eat the eggs,
ham, and honeyed toast that the woman had brought her.

"Fucking in the morning can give you a big appetite," remarked
the elf woman off-handedly, which made Gwena blush deeply, but
didn't stop her from eating everything on her plate. When she
finished, Victoria gathered the remains and placed them back on
the tray.

"You'll stay here while I check on the ship. Later this
afternoon, Vonotar wants to see you," said the woman as she
stood up and carried the tray out of the room.

After Victoria had left the cabin, Gwena stood up and went to
examine the dark elf's spell components. As she got closer to
the table that Lizard had pilfered from, the elf girl felt a
strong sense of repulsion and fear. The feelings got more
intense as she drew closer to the table, until finally her body
would not advance anymore. As Gwena backed away from the table,
the bad feelings eased. She discovered similar barriers of
avoidance on the sex toy chest and door. Sighing in frustration,
the elf girl sat on a soft bench near the aft windows, and
watched the frothy backwash of the slave galley as it sailed
north to Telchos.

Morning blended into afternoon, and Lizard entered the room
briefly with a tray of food. He quickly set it on the table and
scampered out of the cabin before Gwena could speak to him. The
girl shrugged her delicate shoulders and sat at the center
table, attacking the sandwiches and fruit with relish. She drank
the small flask of wine that came with her meal, then lay down
on the bunk to take a nap. When she awoke, the sky had turned
dark, and stars twinkled at her through the clear glass of the
window. As she stood up from the bunk, the door opened, and
Victoria entered the room, followed by the dark mage, Vonotar
II.

The tall, muscular Nadziranim wizard had changed into black,
flowing robes, with the flaming eye sigil of Naar on the breast
and back. His long, black beard had been trimmed, and he carried
a large, leather satchel over his right shoulder. He bowed
mockingly to Gwena as the dark elf woman muttered a brief spell,
and globes of golden light appeared above the corners of the
cabin. Vonotar set his satchel on the center table and began to
withdraw magical implements as Victoria approached the elf girl
and grabbed her lightly by the arms.

"Vonotar and I are going to perform a ritual that we cast on all
new slave girls. It isn't painful, in fact, it's quite
pleasurable. Just relax and let go," said the dark elf
soothingly.

"What kind of spell is it?" asked Gwena softly as the Nadziranim
began to draw a white pentagram on the wooden floor of the
cabin.

"Well, it's a mind spell. It releases the subject's inhibitions
and makes her desire sex in any form. It's a standard feature
with all pleasure slaves," replied the dark elf calmly.

"You're going to make me act like a slut?" asked the elf girl in
wonder.

"Elves are already sluts," growled Vonotar as he finished the
pentagram and began to anoint the sigil with incense.

"Shut up, you prick," replied the dark elf as she pulled off
Gwena's tunic, then knelt down to pull off the leg hose. The elf
girl watched curiously as Vonotar chanted in his deep voice and
made mystic gestures into the air. Glowing runes of power
hovered in front of him, then faded into the ether. The
pentagram on the floor began to glow with a crimson hue as
Victoria finished stripping off the girl's clothes and began to
apply a warm salve to her skin. Gwena stood still as the dark
elf rubbed the salve across her legs, stomach, breasts, and
back. The dark elf kissed Gwena's tight ass softly after she
finished applying the salve to her pussy and upper thighs.

Gwena began to feel dizzy as the incense wafted into her nose,
and the warm salve soothed her creamy skin. Victoria led the
girl by the hand into the glowing pentagram, then placed her in
the center before leaving the circle to strip off her own
clothes.

A naked Vonotar stood to the north of the symbol and began to
chant words of power, "Kuz Dag Hoki! Kuz Okja! Kuz Jeg Zutag!"
The dark mage chanted the words over and over as the naked dark
elf woman stepped into the circle and faced the spellbound elf
girl.

"Ok Okja Naar! Naar Hoki Eg Ok! Kai Gaz Eg Ok! Ok Kuz Eg Naar!"
chanted Victoria in a clear, ringing shout.

Gwena swayed as the dark magic washed over her naked body. Sweat
began to glisten on her skin as she began to breathe deeply, her
nipples erect and hard in reaction to the warmth forming in her
pussy. The dark elf moved close to the girl and kissed her
deeply on the mouth, their tongues caressing each other as the
woman fondled the girl's heaving breasts. Vonotar continued his
chanting as he moved behind the girl and knelt down to face her
shapely ass, then leaned forward to part her thighs and lick her
wet snatch.

Gwena gasped in pleasure, staring ahead with glazed eyes as the
dark elf leaned down to lick her tits lovingly, then bite gently
on her nipples. Waves of sexual ecstasy assaulted the elf girl's
body as the Nadziranim licked her cunt eagerly, then probed deep
inside her love hole with his wet tongue. The girl panted for
air as Victoria sucked on her breasts, tasting the girl's sweet
flesh as she licked down the valley of her heaving bosom. Warm
love honey began to pour from the girl's pussy as she felt her
first orgasm of the night, honey that Vonotar drank like sweet
wine.

The pentagram began to throb with power as Gwena was lowered
onto her back and the dark elf moved to lick her cunt hungrily.
Vonotar placed his erect penis on top of Gwena's lips, and she
licked the tip of his tool, then caressed the shaft with her
tongue. Vonotar groaned with pleasure as the girl took the cock
into her warm mouth and sucked on it hungrily, taking it deep
into her throat. The dark mage squeezed her round breasts as the
dark elf probed her warm, wet pussy with her tongue, licking the
inside of her vagina like a thirsty beggar.

Vonotar orgasmed into the prone girl's mouth, shooting cum
deeply into her throat. She drank his jism eagerly, then licked
the remains from the tip of his rod. Honey poured from Gwena's
snatch into the elf woman's hot mouth as the dark elf drank it
with relish.

Victoria and Vonotar gazed at each other, then raised their gaze
to the stars and threw their hands into the air as both chanted,
"Naar Narg Oknar! Naar Narg Hoki! Gwena Narg Kuz! Gwena Okja
Oknar!"

The two dark mages chanted the words three times loudly, then
stood up and switched positions. Vonotar knelt down between the
naked girl's spread legs, and the elf woman knelt down near the
girl's head. The Nadziranim placed his cock near the delicate
lips of Gwena's wet pussy, and caressed her warm flesh with the
tip. The girl shuddered with pleasure as Victoria bent down to
kiss the girl roughly on the lips, then forced her slack mouth
open and ravished her wet mouth with a eager tongue. The elf
girl moaned loudly as the dark mage pushed his taut rod deeply
into her yielding flesh and began to thrust deeply into her.

Gwena panted loudly as she pushed her crotch harder onto the
Man's cock, while the dark elf straddled the girl's head and
grabbed a handful of golden hair. The girl closed her eyes and
moaned as Vonotar fucked her pussy relentlessly, grunting with
effort and pleasure at his labor. The elf woman pulled the
girl's head up by the hair and pushed her wet pussy onto the
girl's face. Gwena inhaled the woman's sweet scent, then began
to eagerly lick and suck on the woman's warm cunt flesh.
Victoria's large, round breasts heaved in effort as she fucked
the girl's mouth, smiling with pleasure as Gwena probed her
pussy with a warm tongue.

The pentagram glowed with a bright, hellish light as the three,
sweating, naked bodies writhed in carnal ecstasy. Vonotar shot a
load deeply into Gwena's pussy, filling her crotch with warmth.
The elf woman orgasmed, her naked, tanned body shuddering as
warm honey poured from her snatch into Gwena's sucking mouth.

Finally, the elf girl orgasmed for the third time, her crotch
thrusting wantonly against the mage's cock as she screamed,
"Yes! Oh, yes, master!" Vonotar backed away from the panting
girl, then rubbed his finger across her throbbing pussy, coating
his finger with her warm cum. The dark mage stood up and moved
to kneel opposite Victoria on the other side of Gwena's
sweat-soaked face.

"Do you accept Naar as your lord and master?" asked Vonotar
firmly.

"Yes, lord. Naar is my master!"

"Do you deny Kai and all his evil works?" asked Victoria as she
panted lightly for breath.

"Yes, mistress. I deny the evil Kai!" replied Gwena as she
gasped for air.

"Do you give your wanton body, and offer your sex-hungry soul to
Naar and those that serve Him?" asked Vonotar as he stroked her
sweat-slick blonde hair.

"Yes! I offer my naked body and surrender my soul and will to
any servant of our Dark Lord!" replied Gwena as she licked her
moist, red lips.

"Then drink the sweet honey of your own wanton body, and pledge
your undying devotion to Naar, King of the Darkness, his
servants, the Darklords, and his minions, the Nadziranim for the
rest of your natural life!" chanted Victoria as she caressed the
elf girl's soft breasts.

"I pledge my body and my devotion to Naar! I will fuck his
servants when they ask, I will cry in pleasure to their
whippings and shackles! I will drink their cum till my mouth
overflows! I am the slut of the Nadziranim! The whore to the
Dark Armies! I am the fucktoy of Darkness!"

"Then drink, and cast thy virtue to the winds!" intoned Vonotar
as he dipped his cum-soaked finger into Gwena's eager mouth and
watched with relish as she sucked deeply on his digit till her
honey was gone, then licked his finger and hand till he removed
it from her reach.

Vonotar and Victoria stood up, then backed away from each other
till they stood outside the pentagram. They bowed to each other,
then gazed up at the ceiling and crossed their hands over their
naked chests.

"Naar Narg Oknar! Gwena Narg Kuz!" shouted both mages three
times. They bowed to each other again, then clapped their hands
together. The pentagram flared in blood-red tones, then
disappeared from the floor, leaving only a light burn mark to
show its position. A small, black pentagram appeared on the
inside of Gwena's left breast, marking her as Naar's property.
The elf girl faded into a deep sleep, her mind filled with dark
images of the Dazairn Plane and the decadent sexual acts
inflicted on the slaves of the Dark God.

***

"That went well," commented Victoria as the two mages sat on the
window bench and sipped glasses of wine.

"Yes, the elf bitch should fetch a fine price in Telchos.
Perhaps I can finally get enough to pursue my true goal," said
Vonotar as he gazed at the red wine in his glass.

"Buy a seat on the Nadziranim Council and learn the secrets of
the Arch-Magi? I wouldn't hold my breath, with all the enemies
you've made over the years," replied the dark elf with a grin.

"Quiet, wench! I'm the son of Vonotar the Dark! Destroyer of the
cursed Kai!" declared the mage boldly.

"And we all know how well he did that," snipped the elf woman
just as the galley shook from a shockwave.

"What the hell?" shouted Vonotar as he shot to his feet and
hurled his glass away.

"Sounds like a flash cannon," said Victoria as she drained her
wine glass, grabbed her swordbelt, and ran swiftly out of the
cabin towards the deck hatch.

CHAPTER V -- SEA BATTLE!

Sea of Vaduz,

February 26, 5381 MS

The dark elf woman, Victoria, emerged from the hatchway and
stood on the main deck as water rained down on the milling
crewmen. The dark elf quickly climbed the ladder to the helm and
cast a minor spell of far-seeing. The woman saw three, swift
destroyers sailing towards her slave galley, their forward flash
cannons adjusting their aim for another salvo. She squinted to
make out the banner flying from all three ships, a green field
with a blazing sun in the center. Emerging from the sun was the
fur-tufted head of a snarling wolf.

"Shit! Privateers," muttered the dark elf as she turned to face
her expectant crew and placed her hands on her slim waist.

"All right you dickless bastards! Man the guns! Now!"

The Mannish crew quickly obeyed their mistress and began to load
the twelve cannons to port and starboard. Vonotar walked calmly
through the struggling crew till he stood proudly at the bow of
the ship, his black robes billowing in the ocean air. Two of the
privateers moved north and south of the galley, hoping to flank
the larger ship. The last privateer made course directly for the
center of the slave ship. Victoria's escort vessel, a destroyer
named the Black Plague, sailed aft of the galley and moved to
intercept the southern attacker. All three privateers fired
their cannons at long range, sending geysers of water into the
air and soaking the slaver crew.

"Load cannon!" yelled Victoria as she watched the advancing
ships. The crewmen quickly loaded bags of flashpowder into the
cannon breeches, then the iron balls. A swabber cleaned the
inside of the breech, then nodded to the gunnery officer.

"Aim!" shouted the dark elf as the officer sighted along the
port cannons, then turned to nod to the captain.

"Fire!" said the woman before six cannons fired in unison and
landed around the middle privateer ship. Two balls smashed into
the bow, while one fell amidships, and another impacted against
the aft castle. Men screamed as wooden shrapnel and collapsing
deck claimed their live, and the destroyer began to list to
starboard. The slave galley crew cheered as Vonotar cast a spell
and sent a burning fireball from his right hand to the ship
sailing to the north. The fireball landed softly amidships, then
exploded in a superheated blossom. Men screamed as their flesh
was seared from their bones, and flaming corpses fell into the
churning water.

The slave ship Black Plague advanced on the southern privateer
and fired its bow cannons. Both shots missed, and the attacking
destroyer fired its own guns. One shot smashed into the
forecastle, sending both bow guns high into the air, along with
the gunners. The other shot smashed into the lower starboard
hull, letting a great inrush of water into the crippled ship's
hold. The crew of the Black Plague dived into the water as the
destroyer sank quickly into the sea. Schools of sharks swam
gracefully around the floating men and snatched them below the
waves to feast upon.

The remaining privateer turned to face the Blood Fang, and
Victoria smiled at her opponent. She began to chant as the enemy
ship fired its bow guns and hit the galley's main mast and port
hull. Two guns flew into the air and smashed into the helpless
crew on the main deck, meanwhile the sheared mast fell onto the
deck, crushing several Men. Victoria grasped the helm rail with
her left hand as her right aimed at the privateer and lightning
bolts flew forward to smash into the ship's bow. The ammo stores
near the cannons exploded, and the bow became awash in flames.
The privateer turned to port, aiming its starboard guns at the
slave galley.

The dark elf grimaced in frustration as the destroyer fired four
guns at her ship, smashing more of the port hull, and shearing
the bow from the ship. The dark elf watched Vonotar recoil
before the bow exploded into flame and debris. Shrugging her
shoulders, the woman ordered the remaining gunners to reload the
port cannon as the Giak, Lizard, made his way into the aftcastle
and descended the stairs into the cargo hold.

The hold was filling rapidly with water from several large holes
in the port hull. Dead elf girls floated on the surface of the
water as the others struggled to free themselves from their
bonds, or huddled together in small groups. Lizard took out the
shackle keys from his apron and quickly freed the nearest group
of girls.

"Pretty girls mustn't die in nasty, cold water," muttered the
Giak to himself as he moved to the next group of slaves and
unshackled them. The freed slaves slowly made their way past the
raging torrent of water and climbed the stairs to the main deck.
As the elf girls emerged from the aftcastle hatch, another
volley of cannon fire smashed into the hull, listing the galley
to port. The slaves slid down the deck, then crawled to the port
lifeboat, which they quickly boarded before the Men could stop
them.

As Victoria screamed for Men to seize her property, the elves
untied the boat, and went plunging into the water. The lifeboat
rowed away as the privateer circled the remains of the gallery's
bow and fired its starboard guns into the dying ship, making it
sink even faster into the churning sea. Victoria slid down the
helm ladder to the deck as the ship sunk to port. She went
through the aftcastle hatch and climbed up the hallway till she
reached the open door to her cabin and stepped inside. She
watched grimly as Lizard slapped Gwena awake, and helped her to
her feet.

"So, the little Giak has a soft spot," hissed the dark elf as
the Giak and elf girl watched her with fear.

"Lizard like pretty elf girls," said the Giak softly.

"So does the captain," replied the woman with a smile as she
quickly went to her spell component chest and tied pouches to
her belt. The ship lurched forward, sending the aftcastle into
the air as the galley began to sink bow first. Victoria held
onto the bolted chest as Lizard and Gwena fell towards the open
hatch. Lizard grabbed the door frame as the two fell past it,
and the elf girl held tightly to his short legs.

The dark elf cast a spell, and she began to float above the
tilted deck. She flew slowly down to the hanging couple and
grabbed Lizard's hand tightly. The Giak whimpered as the trio
flew up the cabin and through the large, glass window of the aft
hull. The woman grimaced with effort as she carried her two
passengers past the sinking ship and high into the air. Victoria
watched as her ship sank swiftly into the cold waters of the sea
of Vaduz, with all of her assets in it.

"I've got one asset left," thought the dark elf as she turned to
look at Gwena, then began to fly north to the city of Telchos.

***

Sweat collected on Victoria's tanned brow as she carried Lizard
and Gwena with each arm and maintained her flight spell. The
woman breathed heavily as the sea sped by below them, with no
hint of land in sight. As the hours passed, the trio began to
descend closer and closer to the ocean until the wavetips lapped
across Gwena's feet. The elf girl looked up at the grim dark
elf, then came up with an idea.

She placed her free hand, the right, past her leg hose and
against her pussy. She began to quickly rub her fuzzy snatch,
then inserted one slim finger into her cunt. She began to
breathe heavily as Lizard watched her and smiled with his feral
teeth. The elf girl probed her love hole deeply with her finger,
then inserted another to heighten her arousal. She moaned softly
as she finger-fucked herself, until finally she orgasmed and
released a trickle of honey onto her questing fingers.

Gwena quickly removed her hand from her crotch and held the wet
fingers up to Victoria's face. The dark elf sniffed at the
digits, then looked at the elf girl in surprise, making her
blush in embarrassment. The woman eagerly licked the girl's
fingers clean of cum, then kissed her fingertips softly. As the
love honey increased her magic, the trio flew higher into the
air till they soared high above the waves.

As the sun descended to the west, the great city of Telchos
appeared on the horizon. Its ivory towers and domes beckoned the
trio with promises of shelter and rest, but for one girl, a
trial and a new master.

CHAPTER VI -- SLAVE CITY

Telchos, Southern Magnamund,

February 27, 5381 MS

Gwena awoke in a soft bed, and gazed to her right to see Lizard
curled up in a fetal ball next to her. The elf girl sat up and
discovered Victoria sitting on the window sill and drinking a
steaming cup of tea. The cool air of the desert morning made
Gwena shiver and pull the sheets over her naked breasts. The
dark elf turned to regard the girl, then motioned to the dining
table in the center of the room.

"Good morning, little one," said the woman softly. "Come and
have some breakfast, it's the least I can do for you."

"Thank you," replied Gwena as she stood up from bed and put on
her blouse and leg hose. The dark elf smiled as the girl
dressed, then watched her sit at the table and pour some juice
into a clay cup. The girl eagerly sampled portions of eggs,
fresh bread, ham, and cheese, washing it down with several cups
of orange juice. The dark elf rose from the window and walked to
the bed, then punched the small Giak in the shoulder. The
creature gasped in surprise, then rubbed its eyes and eyed the
table hungrily.

"Go check out the slave block, see if they're setting up yet,"
ordered Victoria sternly as the Giak looked at her with wide,
red eyes, then sighed and scampered out of the room. Gwena
looked at the dark elf with concern as the woman moved to the
table and sat in a chair opposite the girl.

"You're really going to sell me?" asked the girl softly.

"Yes, I'm afraid so," replied the woman reluctantly.

"But I thought you liked me," said Gwena.

"Why, because I whipped and fucked you, then fucked you again
when Vonotar and I cast the Possession spell on you? Think a
little! I do that with every slut that I capture and ready for
sale," replied Victoria vehemently.

"True. But it felt different with me, didn't it. I can tell you
have feelings for me," whispered the girl hopefully.

"What if I did? I can't keep you now. I lost my ship, my slave
stock, everything I ever owned!" shouted the dark elf as she
gazed at the girl harshly.

"We could figure something out. You're a mage, you could teach
me, then we could work together."

"Right, I'm going to teach a slave that I raped and branded to
cast magic and kill me when my back is turned," muttered the
woman darkly.

"I wouldn't kill you. You were the first person that I ever had
sex with," replied the elf girl softly. Victoria's gaze softened
slightly as she heard this admission, then her heart hardened,
and she frowned again.

"I'm sorry, little one, but I have to sell you. It's the way
things have to be."

Gwena opened her mouth to plead again, but looking at the dark
elf's resolute expression, she closed her mouth again and sat
with slumped shoulders. Someone knocked on the door, then Lizard
opened it and hurried to the side of his mistress.

"Slave market open, Mistress," said the Giak softly.

"Good. Get the choke collar from my pouch, then bring it to me,"
ordered the woman.

The small Giak quickly went to the pile of pouches that Victoria
had saved from the Blood Fang. He reached his arm deeply into
one of them, then withdrew a small, leather collar studded with
gold pips. Lizard brought the collar to the dark elf, who stood
up and approached a vacant-eyed Gwena. The woman placed the
collar around the girl's delicate neck, then fastened it tightly
against the girl's skin. Victoria muttered a quick spell, then
the collar glowed red briefly before fading.

"We're going," said the woman coldly as she gathered her
pouches, then fastened her swordbelt to her slim waist. The trio
left the inn and walked north, towards the great slave market of
Telchos. When they arrived at the large, open square, dozens of
traders and buyers milled around, examining slaves and making
private bids for the better stock. A huge, wooden dais, with a
small, sweat-stained block of wood, dominated the square. A
tall, thin man in black robes stood upon the dais, examining a
sheet of parchment as merchants lined their merchandise for the
sale.

Victoria led the elf girl by the hand as they made their way
through the crowd till they stood at the back of the waiting
line of slavers. Morning moved into afternoon, and the line
moved slowly as slaves were auctioned and sold. Gwena sweated
heavily and grew slightly dizzy as she waited for her turn,
while Victoria slitted her eyes, then reached into one of her
pouches. The woman withdrew a strange device with two black,
crystal lenses attached to a metal frame. The dark elf placed
the frames over her pointed ears and nose, with the lenses over
her eyes.

"What's that?" asked the sweating girl curiously.

"An invention of a dark elf about a hundred years ago. He called
them sunglasses, to protect a dark elf's eyes," replied the
woman distractedly.

Hours passed, and Gwena could now see the stairs leading to the
dais. As she swayed from the heat, Lizard pulled lightly on her
right hand. The elf girl looked down to see the Giak holding a
cup of ale and a small sandwich. Gwena smiled at the Giak, then
leaned down to kiss him lightly on his head ridge. The small
Giak blushed a deep crimson as the girl took his offering and
greedily drank the ale. The dark elf watched this exchange out
of the corner of her eye, but did nothing.

As the sun began to set, Gwena was pulled up the stairs and
placed up on the wooden block near the pasty, tall, man. He
glanced at his record sheet, then bellowed in a loud voice,
"Here is a fine Elven wench from the eastern forests. Her name
is Gwena, and she would be a fine concubine or serving girl. The
owner's price is one thousand gold crowns!"

"Fifteen hundred!" shouted a large, fat Man in rich merchant's
robes.

"Two thousand!" offered a Helghast in its natural, skeletal
form.

"Three thousand!" yelled a large, Giak chieftain.

"Six thousand!" roared a black-cloaked Helghast Lord as he
grasped his Power Staff tightly.

"Six thousand! Do I hear seven? Six thousand going once, six
thousand going twice, six thousa..."

"Twelve thousand!" yelled the fat merchant as spittle fell upon
his black beard.

"Twelve thousand! Do I hear thirteen?" asked the thin man as the
buyers muttered amongst themselves. No one outbid the merchant,
and the thin man motioned him forward after the sale was final.
The fat merchant waddled over to the dais, with a small, human
girl following after him.

When the thin man asked for the money, the merchant snapped his
fingers, and the girl gave the seller a fat bag of gold from her
haversack. The merchant gazed at Gwena hungrily as she was led
down the stairs and presented before her new master. The
merchant reached forward to squeeze her left breast, then
quickly touched her collar and muttered words of magic. The
collar glowed green to his touch, then faded. The fat man turned
and began to waddle away from the market, while the young girl
grabbed Gwena by the hand and began to tug on her to follow.

The elf girl turned to face Victoria as the woman tucked the
money pouch into her own bag, then she looked up and blushed
from the girl's gaze. Lizard walked forward and hugged the
girl's left leg, and she held him tightly before he pulled away.
The dark elf walked up to Gwena, tilted her head up by her chin,
and kissed her deeply on the mouth. The girl returned the kiss
before Victoria pulled away and began to walk out of the market.

Before the woman left, she turned slightly and said, "If it
means anything, I wish you well. May Naar protect you."

The beautiful dark elf left the slave market, with a small Giak
reluctantly following her.

"Come on," said the girl desperately as she tugged on the elf
girl's hand. The collar she wore began to get warm as the
merchant got further away from her, so she quickly followed
after her new master, tears glistening before her eyes.

***

The Crow's Nest was a bustling tavern near the harbor, filled
with the usual assortment of thieves, sailors, and whores.
Sitting at a small table near the corner, a man in tattered navy
blue robes and cloak drank slowly from a tankard of ale, a hood
hiding his features from the other revelers.

The tavern door opened, and a sweating man in a merchant's apron
entered and found the robed stranger. As the merchant walked
towards him, the door opened again, and a Helghast in natural
form entered the tavern and pointed a wand at the merchant. As
the man turned, the undead monster spoke a harsh word of magic,
and bolts of green light flew from the wand and smashed into the
merchant, making him scream in agony as he fell to the floor and
died. The robed man set down his mug as the Helghast walked up
to his table and sat across from him.

"You've led me on a merry chase, Brandon," hissed the creature
as he sat back and aimed the wand at the man.

"It wouldn't be fun if I didn't run, would it?" said the man
softly as he slid his right hand casually under the table.

"Oh, it was fun. But now the fun's over. I'm going to get a big
reward for bringing you in," replied the Helghast as it licked
its rotted lips.

"Really, how much is that slug, Agarash, offering for my head?"

"A king's ransom, and it's not your head that he wants," replied
the undead smugly.

"How about I give you five hundred gold crowns, and you forget
that you saw me," said the robed man as he made intricate
gestures under the table with his right hand.

"Five hundred? Give me a break! Every bounty hunter in the Great
Desert is going to be after your ass. I'm taking you in before
someone else does."

"Over my dead body," said the man coldly.

"That's the idea," replied the Helghast with a grin. "I've been
looking forward to this."

"Yes, I'm sure you have," remarked the man as he pointed his
forward finger at the creature, and blue lightning shot forward
to impale the Helghast's chest. The undead monster screeched
loudly before going limp and collapsing on top of the table.

Brandon stood up from his chair, drained his mug, then walked
over to the dead body of the merchant. As the other patrons
watched him apprehensively, the robed man took a parchment case
from the dead man's body, then strode past the bar. He flipped a
gold crown at the bartender and said on his way out, "Sorry for
the mess."

***

Time passed slowly for Gwena as she worked for her new master, a
merchant called Gates. He was known as a man of greed and
ruthlessness, who enjoyed satisfying his appetites. The elf girl
dreaded what he would do to her on her first night, but he left
her alone. She stayed in a small room with the other slave of
the household, Jemma. The human girl was about sixteen years
old, with long, black hair and full breasts. She was petite and
slim, very beautiful on all accounts. Fear filled her eyes,
however, and she was always quick to serve their master when he
called.

One night, Gates raped Jemma several times, then pushed her from
his bed and shouted her back to her room. The small girl cried
pitifully, and Gwena let the child sleep with her in her small
bed. After that, Jemma always curled up with the elf girl when
they slept, and they held onto each other against the cold
night.

Finally, one night as Gates ate at his large table, Gwena stood
next to his chair and served him wine when he demanded it. The
fat merchant went through two flagons of the liquor before he
slumped back in his chair and bellowed for Jemma. The slim girl
hesitantly entered the room and stood at the far end of the
table.

"Prepare my sitting room, bitch! I wish to be entertained
tonight!" shouted Gates as he took another long pull from his
tankard, spilling wine over his beard and silk tunic. The fat
man staggered to his feet as Jemma ran to obey him, then leaned
heavily against the elf girl as she staggered against his weight
and helped him to the sitting room. The chamber was hexagonal,
with light globes set in each wall. The far eastern wall had a
large mound of cushions near it, and Gates steered the elf girl
towards them. As he sat heavily upon the silken pillows, Jemma
entered the room carrying a beautiful crystal orb.

"Let it go, you little slut!" shouted Gates as he drained his
tankard, then motioned for Gwena to refill it. The human girl
let go of the orb, and it floated gracefully to the ceiling,
where it hovered expectantly.

"Slut dance!" commanded the merchant, causing the orb to glow
with a warm, white light, then plunge the room into darkness. A
shaft of light speared on Jemma, and she looked fearfully at her
master.

"Dance, you little whore!" bellowed Gates as the elf girl
refilled his vessel. Jemma moved to the center of the room, then
began to dance as the orb filled the room with sultry music. The
raven-haired girl spun slowly around the room, rolling her slim
hips in a suggestive way. Gates smiled lustfully as the small
girl swayed back and forth, then began to unlace her tunic.
Drool slid down the fat merchant's lips as Jemma took off her
tunic, revealing her round, pert breasts. She caressed them with
her hands before turning to wiggle her shapely ass in her
master's direction.

Gwena stood near the Man as the lithe girl took off her short
skirt and swayed her ass hypnotically to the music. Gates undid
his pants and began to massage his dick while the girl twirled
her black hair around her, then turned to face her master and
move her hand slowly down her tight stomach to her crotch, where
she slowly rubbed the spot over her pussy. The Man panted loudly
as he choked his chicken, then he looked up at Gwena, who had a
slightly disgusted frown on her face.

"Come over here and suck my cock, bitch!" ordered the Man before
he turned to watch Jemma take off her panties and throw them
aside. As Gwena held back, the collar around her throat grew
hot, and she found it difficult to breathe. The elf girl quickly
knelt down in front of the panting fat man and took his cock
delicately in her mouth. He grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair
and pushed her face hard against his crotch, thrusting his dick
deeply down her throat. He moved her head back and forth against
his rod as Jemma swayed before him, then put one of her fingers
lightly against her pussy. She rubbed her snatch gently, then
put a finger in and began to probe deeply into her cunt, forcing
her to pant for breath and thrust her crotch towards the
reclining man.

Gates pushed harder against Gwena's head, making her take even
more of his erect cock in her mouth as he fucked her sweet lips.
The Man orgasmed quickly, shooting cum down her throat and
across her lips. He watched as she licked his jism from her
mouth, then he ripped open her blouse and began to suck greedily
on her round tits. She moaned convincingly as he rubbed his face
against the soft, white skin of her breasts, then tore off her
skirt and panties before fondling her blonde snatch with his
hand.

Jemma squeezed her round tits and licked the nipples before
laying down on the carpeted floor and spreading her legs open.
She caressed her left breast as she reached down with her other
hand and fingered the lips of her pussy. Wet cum gleamed against
her warm flesh as she stuck one finger, then two into her
throbbing cunt and plunged them deeply inside. She moaned loudly
as she finger-fucked her pussy and squeezed her tit. Sweat
glistened on her forehead as she thrust her crotch wantonly onto
her slim fingers, her creamy breasts heaving with effort.

Gates forced Gwena on her hands and knees, then turned her till
her shapely ass pointed towards him. He spread open her legs,
then leaned down to lick her wet pussy with his tongue. She
moaned as he probed deeply into her cunt, licking her warm flesh
and sending waves of sexual pleasure through her body. She
squeezed her left breast as her long blonde hair stuck to her
sweat-streaked skin. Gates backed away from the elf girl's sweet
pussy and watched as Jemma licked her cum from her probing
fingers.

"Get over here and let Gwena eat out your pussy," ordered the
fat man as sweat poured from his face.

"Master, please," begged the naked girl softly.

"Do it now, you little bitch!" screamed Gates as his skin turned
beet red.

The naked girl reluctantly stood up and walked in front of Gwena
as the elf girl moaned loudly to the Man's resumed licking.
Jemma knelt down in front of the panting girl, then leaned down
to kiss the elf girl softly on the lips. The human girl pushed
her tongue delicately into the elf girl's warm mouth, and their
tongues caressed each other slowly. Jemma backed away from the
elf girl, then smiled softly as she leaned down to caress the
elf girl's hanging breasts, then get on her back so that she
could squeeze in and suck hungrily on Gwena's tits.

The elf girl moaned as her breasts were sucked and her pussy was
licked by the panting Man. She orgasmed powerfully, spurting hot
love honey into Gate's eager mouth. He drank her cum like it was
the sweetest, most delicious elixir he had ever had, then he
licked every inch of her pussy-flesh to make sure he got it all.
When he finished, the Man knelt up and put his cock gently
against her warm pussy. He caressed her soft flesh with it
before plunging the rod deeply into her tight cunt. Her love
hole squeezed and caressed his dick as the Man thrust into her,
forcing her naked body to rock in time to his thrusts.

Jemma backed away from the elf girl's round, heaving, delicious
tits, then kissed the panting girl passionately on the mouth.
Saliva dripped from the two girl's mouths, but Jemma licked it
off eagerly. She lay down on her back and thrust her throbbing
cunt in Gwena's face, and the elf girl quickly bent down to lick
the human girl's pussy. Jemma moaned loudly as the elf girl
sucked eagerly on her soft pussy-flesh, then probed deeply into
her fuck-hole with a warm, wet tongue. Jemma lay limply on her
back as her round breasts heaved and sweat trickled down her
face. As darkness began to descend over her vision, Jemma felt
her first pleasurable orgasm, and torrents of sexual ecstasy
smashed into her brain, making her spurt her warm love honey
into Gwena's waiting mouth before she fainted with happiness.

CHAPTER VII -- MEETING WITH A MAGE

Telchos, Southern Magnamund,

March 4, 5381 MS

Gwena opened her eyes, then blinked as the morning sun poured
through the window of her small room. Jemma slept close to her,
her arms wrapped around the elf girl's slender waist. Gwena
slowly disentangled herself from the girl's grasp, which made
her moan lightly in her sleep. The elf stood up and pulled on a
black robe before she moved to the window and looked outside.
Mannish guards patrolled the courtyard of Gate's compound,
dressed in clean leather armor and carrying spears. The elf girl
could hear the house's servants performing their duties just as
the door opened and Rhoda, the headmistress of the servants,
strode in and shook the young girl in bed awake.

"Wake up, you lazy bitch! Just because the Master fucks you all
night doesn't mean you get to sleep all day!" shouted the fat
woman as she slapped Jemma hard across the face. The girl cried
out in pain and covered the red flesh with her hand as Rhoda
backed away from the bed and regarded the elf girl with a frown.

"That means you too, you little elf slut! Get dressed and help
clean the dining room. The Master expects company for lunch,"
said the woman before she stormed out of the room. Jemma cried
softly as Gwena went over to sit next to her and hug her close.
The elf helped the petite girl get dressed, then they both left
to begin the day's labors.

Around noon, a black carriage entered the courtyard, and a black
cloaked figure emerged from the vehicle and went inside the
manor, where Gates welcomed him warmly. The two men talked
softly as they traveled to the dining room, then they sat at
opposite ends of the table as a nervous Jemma served them
drinks. The young girl carefully gave the stranger a tall glass
of warmed blood that the man drank eagerly. As Gates sipped his
wine, the stranger pulled back his cowl to reveal the skeletal
features of a Helghast. Jemma gasped in fright, but continued to
serve the men until they dismissed her.

"That young girl is really quite delicious-looking," hissed the
Helghast as he sipped a second glass of blood.

"Yes, I'm quite fond of her. She is very skilled in the erotic
arts," replied the fat merchant proudly as he drank his wine.

"Fortunately, the need for sex dwindles when one crosses over to
the Nether Realm."

"Hmm, I think I'll wait a while before I make that journey,"
said Gates glibly. "I rather enjoy the pleasures of the flesh."

"Yes, and that's why you'll never achieve true power," replied
the Helghast smugly.

"Humph! What do you require of me, great one?" asked the
merchant in an attempt to change the subject.

"I need to know what you'll be offering at the upcoming
Convocation."

"I plan to offer a elf girl that I recently purchased, from
Victoria as a matter of fact," replied the merchant with a evil
grin.

"Ah, Victoria! I heard that the dark elf bitch has fallen on
hard times. A shame," remarked the Helghast before it hissed
with malevolent laughter. Gates joined in the gaiety out of
politeness, then the two servants of Darkness discussed other
matters of the city.

***

The mage, Brandon, stood on a street corner as townspeople
walked the streets on their business. Across the street stood a
small temple of Naar, and a sacrifice delivery was scheduled to
arrive. As a squad of Giaks walked past him, the man turned to
stare at the display window of Tom Servo's Shop of Pleasure
Golems. Beautiful, human and elf-shaped simulacrums stood on a
display behind the window, dressed in lacy, black and red
lingerie. When the patrol had passed, Brandon turned back to
watch the temple, and witnessed a slave wagon roll into the
temple compound.

The mage quickly crossed the street as the doors of the
protective wall closed shut with a loud thud, then he motioned
to a another man dressed in chainmail and armed with a sword and
dagger. As the warrior ran to meet the mage, the robed
magic-user began to chant words of power. As pedestrians moved
to avoid the mage, the warrior reached his side, and they both
hovered into the air and flew across the wall. Soldiers shouted
as they watched the intruders fly across the courtyard and land
on a balcony of the temple. They quickly broke open a
window/door, and Brandon cast a low-power fireball into the
milling guards. The spell exploded with a loud thump as the two
rebels crossed the room to the far door and peered into the
hallway beyond.

With no one around, the two men walked quietly down the passage
till they heard chanting coming from the north. The rebels
turned at another hall and walked quickly down its length until
they reached a set of iron doors inscribed with the burning eye
sigil of Naar. Brandon quietly opened one of the doors, then
both men entered a foyer of a large round chamber lit by
smoldering iron braziers. At the far end of the room, a dais of
black marble was raised, and a struggling elf girl with long,
red hair lay shackled to the Dark altar. A priest of Naar,
dressed in flowing black robes inscribed with Naar's sigil,
chanted in a deep voice as twelve robed acolytes knelt before a
huge burning eye carving and chanted words of Darkness with the
priest. A dark shadow flitted at the edge of the braziers' dim
light, and the large, bulbous body of a Greater Crypt Spawn
floated with its magic and its leathery wings to the top of the
black dais.

As the Dark priest knelt before the Spawn and chanted his
devotion, the brain-like creature floated above the screaming
elf girl and unfolding slimy tentacles from its deformed body.
As the two men watched in horror, the Crypt Spawn caressed the
girl's creamy legs and arms with its limbs, then it ripped off
her worn tunic. Large, round breasts heaved for breath as the
girl panted and watched the creature with revulsion. Tentacles
encircled her soft breasts and squeezed them tightly as it
floated between her slim legs and forced her thighs apart. The
elf girl screamed as the creature licked her pussy with a long,
saliva-dripping tongue, then inserted it into her warm love hole
and explored her vagina.

The girl moaned as the creature caressed her round tits and ran
its slimy limbs across her stomach and thighs. A phallic-looking
limb brushed across her red lips, then forced her mouth open and
sank deeply into her throat. She moaned loudly as the creature
revealed a sucker-like mouth and attached it to her pussy,
sucking deeply on her cunt. Tentacles with little drills touched
the sides of her head, then they buzzed to life and began
digging into her skull. The Crypt Spawn spewed out a greenish
vapor that somehow aroused the elf girl, making her suck eagerly
on its cock as its mouth buried itself in her pussy and drank
her cum hungrily.

Brandon stood up from the foyer railing and chanted a spell,
then pointed at the Crypt Spawn, shooting lances of lightning at
the foul creature. The Spawn screamed in agony as its bulbous
head exploded in a cloud of ichor and brains, covering the naked
elf girl and shrieking priest. The acolytes milled in confusion
as the warrior charged down the stairs of the foyer and cut down
the first robed man he saw. As the acolytes turned to face their
attacker, Brandon cast a cloud of noxious gas in their midst,
making them cough and choke on the vapors. The soldier cut and
slashed his way to the naked girl, then cut her free of her
bonds, and threw her slim, limp body across his left shoulder.

As the warrior ran back to the mage, the robed man cast several
bolts of lightning at the acolytes, searing their flesh and
forcing them to flee the room. The Dark priest stood up from the
altar and cast black lightning at Brandon, who quickly erected a
shield spell to block it. As sweat glimmered on his brow, the
mage cast a swarm of greenish darts at the priest, who shrieked
as they smashed into his chest and sent him flying into the far
wall with Naar's engraved sigil. As the dead priest slumped to
the floor, the warrior reached Brandon, who quickly cast a
Teleport spell to send them to safety.

***

Gwena was shopping for vegetables in a small market square close
to Gate's manor when Brandon approached her and grabbed her slim
arm roughly.

"Come with me if you want to live," whispered the Man as he
gazed deeply into her wide, blue eyes.

"My collar," replied Gwena as she lightly touched the leather
strap around her throat.

"I'll take care of it," said Brandon in a tight voice.

"All right," replied the elf girl softly as the mage led her
away from the market and down a maze of alleys until they
descended a staircase to a basement and went inside. Brandon
walked down a long, stone hallway with several occupied rooms
until he reached a room at the far end. He whispered a glyph of
opening, then pushed the elf girl inside.

Gwena looked curiously around the room until she saw the elf
girl laying on a pallet near the far wall of the chamber. She
quickly went to the girl and saw that she was breathing heavily
and sweating. The elf girl took the sick girl's temperature with
her hand, then turned to face Brandon.

"Do you have any medicine?" asked the girl.

"Some healing herbs and some laumspur," replied the mage.

"Get it for me, please," said Gwena as she returned to examine
her sister elf. The mage quickly went to a table and retrieved a
leather pouch, which he handed to the waiting elf girl. Gwena
opened the pouch and carefully applied the herb to the sweating
girl's chest and throat. She made the girl drink a portion of
the laumspur salve, then applied a thin coat to the naked girl's
pussy, light head wounds, and bruised breasts. Gwena whispered
several words in Elvish as she caressed the girl's tits and
stomach, then stood up as the girl began to breathe easier.

"Will she make it?" asked Brandon.

"Yes, I think so. I only have rudimentary healing skills though,
just what most Elves know," replied Gwena as she turned to
regard the mage.

"Thank you. I'm in your debt," said the mage as he bowed to her.

"What's your name, sir?" asked the elf girl.

"Brandon, the last of the magi," replied the Man with a grim
smile.

CHAPTER VIII -- BRANDON'S TALE

Telchos, Southern Magnamund,

March 4, 5381 MS

The mage Brandon led Gwena down the basement hallway into
another small room. The robed Man set a small kettle in the
fireplace and started a small blaze, then added water and tea
leaves. The elf girl sat on a wooden stool and looked around the
room, noting the small pallet, a pile of books, and a table in
the corner covered with herbs, strange plants, and beakers of
multi-colored liquid.

"Are you hungry?" asked the Mage as he went to another small
table and began to cut bread.

"Yes, thank you," replied the girl as Brandon made each of them
a sandwich, gave her one with a napkin, then walked to the
fireplace to pour the now hot tea into two delicate cups. Gwena
took her tea with a smile, then inhaled the rich aroma as
Brandon sat down across from her and began to eat. After the two
had finished dining, Gwena sipped another glass of tea as
Brandon stared into the fire and gathered his thoughts.

"Do you know anything about the Brotherhood of the Crystal
Star?" asked the Man.

"No, I'm sorry," replied the girl.

"Don't be. Not many remember the Order these days. The Council
of Left-handed magic was destroyed early in the days of the
Darklord War. When Agarash had emerged from the Shadow Gate in
Toran, he surprised the mages and killed many before they could
escape. He used Toran as a staging area to send his dark armies
deep into Sommerland and Northern Magnamund. The Darklords
reclaimed the Darklands, then bred millions of Giaks to swell
their ranks and fuel their advance to the South. Vashna
returned, and he brought several of the Dark Demigods with him.
They killed Magnamund's chief defender, Lone Wolf, and destroyed
the Order of the Kai. The War raged for over two hundred years,
and Darkness won. Now only a few pockets of resistance remain,
and I do what I can to help them," said the mage as he stared
into the fire.

"Unless you are older than you look, how did you become a mage
of the Crystal Star?" asked Gwena.

"My master was Fromoah, one of the few to escape Agarash when he
emerged from the Shadow Gate. He traveled south, and hid in a
forest east of the Sadi Desert. He kept in contact briefly with
the Isle of Lorn before they fell to the Darklords. He rescued
me when Giak soldiers killed my parents and burned my village,
then he took me on as his apprentice when he sensed the magic in
me. As my skills grew, I became inpatient to go out and help
defeat the Darkness. Fromoah told me to wait until I had
finished my training, but I left and joined the Resistance
against the Darklords. I've never been able to contact him since
then, so I don't even know if he's still alive. I've been
helping the resistance here for several months, getting
intelligence about some Convocation that the Darklords will be
holding here."

"Yes, my master, Gates, has been consulting with several agents
of Darkness about this Convocation," replied Gwena as she
finished her tea.

"If you could find out anything, the Resistance would be
grateful. I could get you released from slavery," offered the
mage as he watched her.

"I'll do what I can. I hate my master, and the weight of
Darkness on me is getting heavy. I don't know how long I can
resist it," replied the elf girl in a whisper.

"You must! If we give in to Evil, all is lost!" said the mage
urgently as he grasped her small hands tightly.

"I'll try. It's easier now that I know I'm not alone," remarked
the girl with a weak smile.

"Don't try, do. That's what Fromoah always told me," replied
Brandon with a grin.

"Are you ready to go back now? Gates might be getting
suspicious."

"Could I rest here for awhile? It's been so long since I could
rest without worrying," said Gwena sorrowfully.

"Sure, you can sleep on my pallet for a few hours. Let me teach
you a breathing technique so you can rest easier," offered the
mage as he helped Gwena to her feet.

"All right," replied the girl as she leaned on his strong arm
and let him guide her to the pallet.

***

Palace of Governor Bukhan, City of Telchos

"This is intolerable!" shouted the governor as he sat on his
throne and slammed his fist against the armrest. The Helghast
standing before him did not react as the Man screamed curses and
swung his arms in the air. He motioned to a naked slave girl who
stood next to the throne in attendance. She quickly moved to
stand before him, then let the Man push her to her knees before
he undid his breeches. She removed his flaccid cock from his
pants, then began to lick along the shaft and tip. Bukhan
grunted with pleasure, then turned to regard the undead.

"Have you identified the rebels?" asked the governor.

"One of them. A human mage called Brandon. He flew himself and a
warrior over the wall and cast several spells against the guards
at the temple. He also slew the chief priest in attendance,"
replied the Helghast.

"Dammit to Hell! Nza'Pok is going to have my balls for this!"
said the Man as he grabbed the naked girl's raven-haired head
and pushed her mouth harder against his now erect penis.

"Most probably, unless you can apprehend the mage and execute
him. It would make an excellent spectacle for the Convocation,"
remarked the Helghast with a cold smile.

"Yes, that would be best. Assemble the Elite Guard and have them
comb the city for this Crystal Star mage. Use the Nadziranim if
you have too."

"They won't like it. You know how they hate being interrupted
from their research," warned the undead.

"Research? Hah! More like getting drunk and fucking whores all
night!" Get them off their pimply butts and make them work for
once. Now, leave me!" commanded the Man as the naked girl before
him sucked hard on his cock, taking it deeply into her throat.
The Helghast bowed, then quickly left the audience chamber as
Bukhan pulled the raven-haired girl to her feet, then hugged her
close so he could suck eagerly on her round breasts. The girl
moaned loudly as he bit one of her nipples to hardness, then
rubbed her pussy with his free hand. He turned her till her
shapely ass faced him, then he pulled her down onto his erect
cock.

The girl gasped as he thrust his penis deeply into her warm love
hole then hugged her to his body so he could reach her tits and
squeeze them roughly. The girl moaned with pleasure as he fucked
her cunt, pushing deeply into her womanhood. Her tight pussy
sucked on his rod as he fondled her breasts and inhaled the rich
perfume in her long, black hair. The girl panted as she sat on
his crotch and pushed her throbbing pussy harder against his
cock, wrapping her delicate hands around his as he pinched her
nipples.

The Man grunted with effort as he probed into her wet snatch,
then he licked the creamy, white flesh of her naked shoulders.
The slave girl sucked on his fingers as he approached orgasm,
and when he began to shoot his load, the naked girl jumped off
of his cock and leaned forward to take his cum on the face and
breasts. She giggled with delight as she licked his jism from
her face, then sucked lightly on the tips of her breasts before
kneeling down to suck the cum from his cock.

"Good girl," muttered the Man as he stroked the girl's
sweat-slick hair.

***

The sun was just setting to the west when Gwena entered the
courtyard of Gates' manor and entered the house from the
kitchen. Rhoda, the headmistress, turned to regard the elf girl
with disapproval before saying, "Where the fuck have you been
all day, you little elf slut? You should have been home hours
ago!"

"There was an attack at the temple of Naar. The city guard
wanted to ask me some questions about what I saw," replied the
elf girl calmly.

"But the market square wasn't even in sight of the temple, what
could you have seen?" asked the fat woman suspiciously.

"I didn't see anything, but the guard rounded up everyone
anyway. I was just doing what they said," said the girl.

"Humph! Well, get the table ready for dinner. The master will be
eating soon."

"Yes, ma'am," replied Gwena as she grabbed a apron and cleaning
rag.

***

Gates sipped his wine as the slaver, Mitchell, finished stuffing
his face with roast and washed it down with a mug of ale. Gwena
stood nearby with a pitcher in case the slaver wanted a refill,
which he called for often.

"Can you meet my needs for the Convocation, Mitchell?" asked the
fat merchant.

"Yeah, I can get thirteen cunts for ya by the end of the month.
Do they have to be Elven?" asked the scruffy Man.

"No, they can be human too. Although Elves are better," replied
the merchant as he winked lewdly at Gwena.

"It's getting damn tough to find Elf bitches these day. The
little cunts don't make enough kids to restock the market," said
Mitchell as he took another swig from his mug.

"Yes, repopulation can be a problem. I guess Men will have to
help them along a little," remarked Gates as he sipped his wine
again.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind doing my bit to keep up inventory,"
laughed the slaver as he glanced at Gwena and grabbed his
crotch.

"Well, enough banter. Just have those female slaves ready by the
29th," said the fat man sternly.

"Sure, Gates. You'll get your merchandise. Now how about some
dessert before I go?"

"Of course, in the interest of repopulation," said Gates as he
snapped his fingers and pointed at Gwena. The elf girl felt the
mark of Naar on her left breast burn as she set the pitcher on
the table and removed her tunic and panties. Mitchell licked his
chapped lips and moved behind the elf girl as Gates stood up
from his chair and walked over to the naked girl.

Mitchell stood behind Gwena and bent her over so her ass pointed
at him. He caressed and squeezed the firm, creamy flesh of her
behind, then began to rub her blonde snatch as Gates undid his
silk pantaloons and grabbed his cock in his right hand. The fat
merchant rubbed the tip of his penis across the girl's red lips,
and she eagerly licked the tip of his member. She sucked lightly
on the tip of his cock, then took the rod deeply into her mouth,
sucking noisily on it.

The slaver rubbed her pussy firmly, then stuck his finger into
her warm cunt. She moaned as the Man probed deeply into her
pussy, then stuck two fingers into her. The elf girl thrust her
crotch wantonly on the slaver's digits as she sucked hungrily on
her master's cock. She licked along the shaft of his rod, then
sucked eagerly on his hairy balls. Gates moaned softly with
pleasure, taking a handful of his slave's beautiful, long,
blonde hair and pushing her face against his crotch. She took
his erect penis into her mouth again and sucked deeply on it,
pushing it far down her throat.

The slaver knelt down to lick the elf girl's wet love hole, then
plunged his tongue deeply into her throbbing cunt. She moaned
loudly as he tongue-fucked her warm pussy, exploring her sweet
flesh with relish. The naked girl squeezed her round tits and
pinched her nipples as she sucked eagerly on her master's cock,
then licked along its length with her delicate, wet tongue.
Gates pulled her upright, then kissed her roughly on the mouth,
forcing his tongue past her slack lips. He fondled her creamy
breasts, then bent down to suck on them hungrily. She moaned
loudly and hugged him to her slim body as the slaver sucked on
her pussy, then drank her warm cum as she orgasmed. As the
girl's naked body shuddered with pleasure, the fat merchant
sucked on her breasts, then licked the sweet flesh of her neck
and down the valley between her tits. He placed his left hand
around her mouth, and she eagerly sucked on his fingers, moaning
softly with pleasure.

The slaver stood up and swept the dishes from the table with a
loud crash. He grabbed the naked elf girl by the hips and threw
her roughly on top of the dining table. As the girl opened her
legs and caressed her wet cunt, Mitchell undid his leather pants
and pulled out his erect penis, then rubbed it against her
hungry pussy. The elf girl moaned as she begged the slaver to
fuck her with her wide, blue eyes. The Man smiled as he pushed
his cock into her warm pussy and began thrusting deeply into
her. She gasped with pleasure as the Man fucked her roughly,
then leaned her head back as Gates seized the pitcher of wine
and poured it over her open mouth and heaving breasts. She drank
the sweet wine thirstily as the fat merchant bent down to lick
and suck the wine from her warm flesh.

The prone elf girl moaned loudly as the scruffy slaver thrust
his cock harder against her pussy until she orgasmed for the
second time. Mitchell pulled out long enough to lick the sweet
love honey from her pussy, then stuck his rod into her again and
continued to fuck her. Sweat glistened on her slim, naked body
as Gates inserted his cock into her eager mouth and let her suck
deeply on it. Her wet lips caressed the penis lovingly as the
fat man squeezed and pinched her round tits. The slaver grunted
as he shot his load into her warm vagina, then Gates shot cum
deeply into her throat. The elf girl drank his jism hungrily,
then licked the remains from his shaft and cock tip.

Gwena panted for breath as the two Men sat down and rested from
their fuck session. The naked elf girl stood up from the table
and quickly pulled on her tunic and white, lace panties, then
began to gather the wreckage of the dinner table from the floor.
That night, when Gwena returned to her small room, she found the
girl Jemma already asleep in her bed. The elf girl walked to the
small, barred window and sat down on the cold floor. A bright
shaft of moonlight illuminated the girl's long, blonde hair as
she sat in a lotus position and began to breathe deeply like
Brandon taught her.

After several minutes, Gwena felt a calm descend over her. The
fear and darkness that sat like a vulture over her heart faded
away, and she felt the peace of the forest enfold her in its
warm embrace and welcome her home. She smiled as she sat on the
ground and meditated for the rest of the night.

CHAPTER IX -- STORMS AND GOOD-BYES

Telchos, Southern Magnamund,

March 28, 5381 MS

Brandon slept fitfully on his small pallet as the fire in his
fireplace died slowly. As the mage rested, the door to the
basement cell of the Resistance was silently picked open by a
black-clothed man who quietly

entered the hall. Four other men in baggy, black, bodysuits
entered the hall and unsheathed swords. The five assassins
entered the closest room off the hall and silently slit the
throats of the family living inside. The killers eliminated the
residents of three more rooms before a woman cried out before
she was killed.

The remaining inhabitants of the basement roused quickly and
armed themselves with short swords and daggers, forcing the
assassins to abandon stealth. The Guildsmen of Rhem slashed
through the defenders like wheat, beating aside the blades of
the defenders with childish ease.

Brandon woke up with a start, then quickly grabbed a pouch of
spell components and looked outside his door. Men in nightshirts
or just loincloths attempted to keep the assassins at bay while
the women and children climbed through a small, hand-dug tunnel
to the surface. Brandon chanted a spell, then hurled lightning
at one of the killers, exploding his chest into a cloud of red
mist. An assassin threw a shuriken at him, slicing his right
cheek open, as the mage cast another lightning bolt, catching
two killers and searing their flesh off. The remaining defenders
fell under the blades of the two assassins, who advanced on
Brandon as he quickly reached into his pouch and lobbed a
metallic ball at them. As they dodged around the missile, it
exploded, ripping their bodies apart, then collapsing the
ceiling into the hallway. Before the mage could be crushed, he
quickly cast a teleport spell and dematerialized from the
hallway.

***

That same night, the elf girl, Gwena sat on the floor of her
room and meditated. In her mind, she was in a sunlit forest, and
the warm rays of the orb caressed her soft skin. She wore a
thin, white dress that did nothing to hide the beauty of her
round breasts and blonde snatch. She ran happily through the
trees, feeling the muscles of her slim legs pump effortlessly
across the soft grass. She emerged from the trees into a large
clearing that contained a small pond and a leafy canopy that
blocked the bright rays of the sun.

A lithe dark elf girl lay naked upon the grass under the canopy,
rubbing her white-haired pussy and moaning with pleasure. The
girl's tanned, round breasts heaved for breath as the girl stuck
two of her fingers into her wet cunt and probed deeply. Gwena
smiled at the dark elf's antics, and quietly moved closer to the
masturbating girl. The dark elf moaned loudly as she opened her
legs wide apart and finger-fucked her pussy. She licked the
nipple of her left tit while she squeezed it with her free hand.
The naked girl fell back as she thrust her crotch onto her slim
fingers, pushing them deeper into her love hole.

Gwena sniffed the dark elf's musky scent, then knelt down next
to the panting girl and kissed her deeply on the mouth. The two
girls caressed each other's tongues as the dark elf ripped the
young girl's dress apart and squeezed her round breasts eagerly.
As Gwena moved to suck on the dark elf's creamy tits, an image
of Brandon appeared near the edge of the pond.

"Ahem!" coughed the mage as Gwena quickly looked up from the
naked dark elf.

"Am I disturbing something?" asked the mage innocently.

"Yes, you are," replied the elf girl coolly as she stood up and
formed a green tunic and hose around her torn dress. The panting
dark elf girl disappeared with a thought, then Gwena crossed her
arms across her breasts to await the mage's reply.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your 'meditation', but the Resistance
cell I belonged to has been eliminated by the Rhem Guild. Don't
go to the basement site again. I'll send you a message when I
find a new safe house," said the mage urgently.

"What about the Convocation? It starts tomorrow," replied the
girl.

"Don't worry, the other cells in Telchos have already developed
a plan to crash that party. Just keep your eyes open when you
get there."

"I'm afraid my eyes won't be the only thing open tomorrow," said
the girl sarcastically.

The mage looked down at the spot where the dark elf had been,
then looked at Gwena. "Then you should be right at home,"
replied the Man with a grin before he disappeared.

"Dickweed!" said the elf girl as she glared where the mage had
been.

***

That evening, the fat merchant Gates dismissed the other
servants after they had served him dinner, leaving Gwena alone
with him in the dining room. He motioned for her to sit next to
him, so she sat at a chair to his left.

"Have something to eat," offered the merchant expansively. The
elf girl gazed at him askance, then gathered a plate of chicken,
peas, cheese, and bread. The Man chuckled lightly as Gwena
poured herself a cup of wine, then attacked her meal with gusto.

"You elves sure have good appetites, especially with such thin
bodies," remarked the Man.

"I wouldn't be eating so much if you'd feed the slaves better,"
replied Gwena acidly. Gates scowled at the elf girl hotly, then
quickly masked it with a fake smile.

"You're probably right, Gwena," agreed the merchant. "I'll look
into the matter later."

The elf girl looked at her master in surprise after he used her
name, the first time he had ever addressed a slave with anything
other than curses. He grinned at her discomfort, then waited for
her to finish her meal. He allowed her chocolate cream pie and
brandy after their dinner, then led her gently by the arm to the
audience chamber. The fat merchant closed the door after the
girl entered, then spoke the magic that activated the globes of
light within the room. As Gwena stood in the center of the room,
watching Gates, the fat Man sat heavily in his armchair and
glanced into the shadows to his left. The cloaked form of a
Helghast appeared from the Darkness, and gazed appraisingly at
the elf girl.

"So, she is your gift to the Convocation?" hissed the undead.

"Indeed, she is," replied the merchant proudly.

"She'll do," agreed the Helghast as he approached Gwena and
caressed her small chin. She held her quivering body as still as
possible while the undead fondled her breasts casually, then ran
a gauntleted hand down her stomach and across her crotch. He
grabbed her pussy roughly, making her gasp in surprise, then
rubbed her cunt briefly before letting her go.

"She'll do very nicely," said the Helghast before he faded into
a black mist and disappeared into the air.

"You see. You've got the Darklord seal of approval," remarked
the fat merchant as he stood up from his chair and went to bed.

***

Thunder shook the small room as Gwena watched the rain fall
against the window glass. She slowly combed her long, blonde
hair, letting it fall in golden waves past her round breasts and
into her lap. The human girl, Jemma, sat in Gwena's bed and
clasped the sheets to her slim body as she watched the elf girl
comb.

"Are you going to meditate tonight?" asked the girl softly.

"No, little one. Not tonight," replied the elf with a smile.

"Do you know what's going on with the master?"

"Yes, I'm to be offered as a gift to the visiting Darklords
during the Convocation tomorrow."

"Will they kill you?" asked the girl hesitantly.

"I don't know, but I don't plan to find out," replied Gwena
glibly.

"What are you going to do?" asked Jemma.

The elf girl turned to look at Jemma, then shrugged her slim
shoulders lightly. "Something might come up."

Gwena stood up from her stool, then walked to the bed and lay
down next to the human girl. Jemma hugged the elf girl close,
then began to kiss her friend lightly on the chin and neck. When
Gwena turned to regard the girl, Jemma smiled and said, "If I
don't see you again, I want to thank you for being so kind to
me."

The elf girl smiled before kissing the young woman passionately
on the mouth. She inserted her wet tongue into the girl's
yielding mouth, then caressed her small tongue. Jemma moaned as
the elf girl pulled up her nightdress and began to suck lightly
on her round breasts. Gwena bit the girl's nipples lightly,
making them erect and hard. The elf girl licked around the tips
of the girl's tits, then licked the sweet flesh in the valley
between her breasts. Jemma moaned loudly and licked her wet lips
as Gwena sucked deeply on one tit, then moved to another.

The elf girl sat up and pulled off her own nightshirt, then
moved between the young woman's legs and spread them apart.
Jemma looked down as the elf licked her warm pussy, then plunged
her mouth deeply into the girl's cunt. Jemma gasped with
pleasure as the elf girl sucked deeply on her snatch, exploring
her womanhood with her wet tongue. The girl's breasts heaved as
she panted for air and grasped the sheets tightly. Gwena drank
the young girl's cum hungrily as she thrust her crotch wantonly
against the elf's mouth.

Jemma sat forward and pushed the elf back, then leaned forward
to suck eagerly on her friend's breasts. Gwena moaned as the
girl sucked deeply on her nipples, then kissed her lustfully.
They kissed for several moments, then Jemma leaned forward on
her knees to suck on the elf girl's pussy. Gwena moaned loudly
with pleasure and thrust her crotch against the girl's face,
feeling waves of sexual ecstasy flood her naked body. Jemma
licked the inside of the elf's thighs, then licked across the
top of her throbbing cunt.

Gwena grabbed a handful of the young girl's long, black hair and
pushed her mouth hard against the wet pussy, making her suck on
the tender flesh. Jemma sucked eagerly on her friend's cunt,
then drank the sweet love honey that flowed out as the elf girl
orgasmed. The elf girl cried out in pleasure as her body
trembled in sexual ecstasy, then she lay limply on the
sweat-soaked bed. Jemma got up from the bed, then leaned under
the mattress and pulled forth a rubber dildo carved to feel like
a real cock. She licked the tip wantonly, then rubbed it lightly
against the elf girl's warm pussy.

Gwena opened her legs wide to receive the cock as Jemma rubbed
her slick inner thighs with it, then leaned forward to run it
down the valley of the elf girl's breasts. Jemma dangled the
rubber cock in front of the girl's face, and Gwena playfully
licked the top of the rod until Jemma lowered it enough for her
to suck on it. As the elf girl loudly sucked and licked the
shaft of the fake cock, the human girl sucked earnestly on the
naked elf's breasts, relishing the girl's sweet-tasting flesh.
Gwena took the dildo deep into her throat, sucking lustfully on
it. Jemma pulled it in and out of her wet mouth, letting the
prone elf suck lightly on the tip and lick it with her warm
tongue.

After sucking on both of her friend's tits, the girl sat back
and placed the dildo on top of the elf girl's throbbing pussy.
After teasing Gwena's love hole with the tip, the young girl
thrust it deeply into the hungry cunt, making the elf girl gasp
with pleasure. As the elf thrust her crotch on the rubber cock,
Jemma pushed it in and out, watching the pussy lips caress the
dildo lovingly. Gwena's round breasts heaved for breath as she
fucked the rubber cock, her slim body covered with sweat. She
pushed aside a strand of stray blonde hair as the young girl
pulled out the slick dildo and hungrily licked the elf's pussy
juice from the cock.

Gwena sat up and took the dildo from the naked girl, then pushed
her lightly onto the pillows and opened her legs. The horny girl
fingered her pussy as the elf sucked lightly on the rubber cock,
then rubbed it against the dark, wet snatch of her lover. The
elf girl pushed the dildo lightly into Jemma's pussy, then began
to plunge it in and out. The prone, naked girl moaned loudly
with pleasure as she thrust her crotch onto the cock, squeezing
her own round tits as she fucked the rod. Gwena leaned down to
lick the girl's inner thighs as she pushed the dildo deeper into
the naked slave's cunt.

Jemma fucked the dildo for several minutes before she orgasmed,
covering the rubber cock with her warm cum. Gwena pulled out the
rod, then eagerly licked the girl's honey off the erect member,
sucking on the dildo like it was candy. Jemma panted lightly,
her round tits rising and falling as she recovered her breath.
The elf girl finished sucking on the rubber cock, then threw it
aside and leaned down to lay across the naked body of her
friend. The two young girls kissed each other deeply for many
moments, twining their wet tongues together lustfully. Gwena
pulled away and smiled as she brushed dark hair away from the
beautiful slave girl's face. Jemma kissed the elf girl's slim
fingers lovingly, then hugged the naked girl close until she
fell asleep. Gwena lay against the naked body of her friend; her
wide, blue eyes filled with fear as she considered the dark fate
awaiting her on the morrow.

CHAPTER X -- THE CONVOCATION

Governor's Palace,

Telchos, Southern Magnamund,

March 29, 5381 MS

Governor Bukhan fidgeted as he stood upon the roof of the palace
and watched flights of blue dragons pass over the city. The
huge, dreadnaught-class skyship thundered across the morning
sky, blocking out the sun with its massive bulk. A huge, blue
dragon hovered over the palace, then landed heavily on the roof,
making Bukhan stagger from the aftershock. The black-armored
form of Kekataag, Naar's champion, jumped nimbly from his dragon
saddle and strode confidently to the waiting governor and his
clutch of three Nadziranim mages. All four men bowed low to the
undead warrior, and he saluted quickly to them.

"All is prepared for the Darklords?" inquired Kekataag in his
resonant voice.

"Yes, my lord. The festivities are all ready," gushed the thin
governor.

"Good. I'll go over all the facilities before the Darklords
debark from the 'Sword of Naar'," replied the dark knight as he
pushed past the Men on the roof.

"As you wish," muttered Bukhan as he watched the undead descend
into the palace.

***

Lightning flittered across the dark sky as the palace blossomed
in light, admitting streams of Giaks, Drakkarim, and other evil
servants of the Darklords. Inside the main audience chamber of
the palace, high officials of Telchos and other southern cities
gossiped and drank rich wines as black-robed Helghast stood
along the walls and watched the mortals.

On the high dais at the far end of the room, Governor Bukhan sat
pensively on his throne and clutched a half-filled glass of wine
in his right hand. He gazed at the milling citizens of his city
and dismissed them, dreading the arrival of his masters, the
Darklords. He gulped down the rest of his wine, then motioned a
scantily clad serving girl to refill it.

The fat merchant, Gates, entered the audience hall and nodded
hello to several of his fellow merchants. The elf girl, Gwena,
walked next to him, dressed in a long, black, silk dress with a
plunging neckline and slits along the sides, revealing her
creamy, slim, legs. The girl's long hair fell in waves down her
bare back, and her lips were painted a deep red.

Gates grabbed two glasses of red wine, and gave one to Gwena.
The nervous elf girl quickly drank her wine, then set the empty
glass on a nearby table. Several dozen merchants and slavers sat
at tables along the length of the room, swigging mugs of ale and
eating sweetmeats. Three naked elf girls danced on a dais in the
center of the room, caressing each other's slim bodies and
fondling their pussies. Gwena recognized one girl from her
village, but could do nothing as she was led to a table and
pushed onto a bench.

The room quieted as Kekataag walked into the room, his black
cloak billowing behind him. His iron boots clicked against the
stone floor as he cleared a path to the throne and stood before
the governor, Bukhan. The thin man quickly jumped out of the
chair at a gesture from the knight, then the air around the dais
grew cold as the Kunae materialized before the crowd.

The Kunae were twins. Their torsos resembled two mounds of
glistening black jelly, studded with polyps and ulcers and sores
that exuded a noxious grey slime. They had flat heads that were
oval-shaped and shell-like, with puckered mouths and indented
eye-slits that radiated an evil yellow light. From their rubbery
sides protruded two snaky limbs ending in three-fingered hands
colored a sickly, leprous green-grey. Each of them wore a
glowing, golden ring that exuded evil magic. With a wave of
their hands, two skull-encrusted, iron chairs appeared to
replace the throne, and the Kunae sat heavily upon them. The Men
within the room quickly knelt before the Darklords and chanted
praises to Naar as the twins looked on arrogantly.

"The Will of Naar has been given to us," rumbled the twins in
unison as they gazed at their followers. "The remaining armies
of Light have constructed a fortress west of the Starn
mountains. At least five regiments of infantry garrison this
fortress, and we believe that they may possess a Lorestone. The
Archlord Agarash demands all loyal cities to provide one company
of soldiers and the appropriate amount of supplies. You have one
week to assemble your forces, or suffer the consequences."

"The Will of Naar shall be obeyed," replied Governor Bukhan as
he bowed to the Kunae.

"Excellent. Now bring me tribute!" roared the twins.

Two robed Helghasts strode over to the table where Gwena sat and
pulled her roughly to her feet. They dragged her silk-enwrapped
body to the dais where the two reeking demigods sat and forced
her to her knees. The elf girl looked up at the two slimy
creatures with fright as they gazed lustfully at her graceful,
slim body and reached forward with their three-fingered hands.

Gwena screamed as the twins tore the dress from her body and
carried her over to stand between the two of them. The crowd of
Men cheered the Darklords on as they made the naked girl bend
down, where she faced one while the other could see her shapely
ass. The Darklord before her extended a slimy, filth-encrusted
penis, and grabbed her head with his claws to force her mouth on
his cock. She gagged in revulsion as she was forced to take the
foul-smelling cock into her mouth and suck on it, the creature
pushing his tool deeply down her throat.

The Darklord behind her pulled her legs apart and leaned down to
sniff loudly at her womanhood, then plunge a saliva-dripping
tongue into her warm pussy. Gwena moaned as the creature probed
deeply into her cunt, licking the walls of her vagina. His
clawed hands cut shallow furrows into the flesh of her back as
he tongue-fucked her throbbing snatch. The Darklord before her
grabbed a handful of her long, blonde hair and thrust his cock
deeper into her mouth, hissing with pleasure as she sucked
hungrily on it.

The mark of Naar on her left breast burned with a scarlet glow
as she pushed her crotch harder against the mouth of the Kunae.
Her legs dangled in the air as the creature raised her waist
with its claws. The naked girl's breasts dangled and jiggled as
her head moved back and forth along the Darklord's rod. Slime
dripped onto her naked skin as one Kunae ejaculated over her
ass, and the other shot his load onto her face and breasts.

The naked elf girl licked the slimy, green jism hungrily from
the creature's cock, then wiped the liquid from her face with
her hand and licked the fingers clean. As she licked the cum off
the tips of her breasts, the Kunae facing her picked her up and
turned her around, so she faced the other Darklord. The leprous
creature set Gwena on top of his cock, then pushed her pussy
down hard onto his stiff tool. The naked girl screamed with
pleasure as the Kunae fucked her pussy with its scabrous, scaly
meat. The penis filled her love hole, pushing against the sides
of her vagina as she pumped up and down the creature's rod.

The elf girl's round tits rose up and down as she rode the
monster's crotch. The Kunae facing her thrust his rod into the
valley between her breasts, fucking her creamy mounds as she
panted for air. Gwena sucked on the tip of the beast's penis
when it moved within range of her wet mouth, then she thrust her
tits forward so that the Kunae could fuck her breasts easier.
The Darklord grabbed the girl's head by the hair and forced her
mouth onto his cock, hissing with pleasure as she eagerly sucked
his dick until he shot cum into her mouth. She drank his jism
lustfully, then licked along the sides of his large, greenish
tool as the twin fucked deeply into her pussy, filling her body
with sexual rapture.

As the Rings of Power on the Kunae's hands glowed with a
blood-red light, the two Darklords leaned down to feed on their
limp, sexually sated prize. One Kunae bit into her slim neck and
began to drink her sweet blood. The other twin bit her left leg
and sucked eagerly on her flesh.

As consciousness began to fade from Gwena, a warm numbness began
to flood her naked body. She smiled as the warmth embraced her,
her eyes fluttering closed just as one of the slavers drew his
inscribed sword and impaled a Helghast in the chest.

Several dozen Men jumped up and drew out blades, slashing the
undead and any Dark servant that got in their way. The Darklords
hissed in annoyance as they dropped the elf girl's limp body and
brought forth their Rings for battle. Bolts of eldritch, green
flame leapt from the Rings and fried four rebels. The other
soldiers stayed within the mass of merchants and slavers,
attacking Helghasts who advanced on the mob. The Kunae cast fire
on all the Men, killing their allies and the rebels without
regret. Screams of dying men and hisses of undead filled the
audience chamber as Light and Dark fought.

The mage Brandon cast several fireballs into groups of Helghast,
exploding their skeletal bodies into fragments. The Darklords
began to chant words of magic, forming a glowing red sphere
around their bloated bodies. Brandon cast bolts of lightning
against the mystic shield, causing it to buckle under the
assault. The Darklords added the power of their Rings, and the
shield grew strong again. The mage began to sweat as he poured
his lifeforce into more lightning bolts, smashing against the
unyielding shield to no effect.

Gwena moaned lightly as she awoke, hair plastered in front of
her face. The elf girl coughed to clear her throat, then she
slowly pushed her golden, sweat-damp hair from her heart-shaped
face. She watched with wide, blue eyes as the Darklords repelled
the Brotherhood mage's attacks. The Kunae hissed with laughter
as they watched the futile efforts of the wizard.

The elf girl spied a black-bladed dagger on the floor, just
beyond the dead grasp of a Helghast. She reached forward with
her right hand, but the hilt was too far. The girl tried to
crawl forward, but her body was weak from sexual exertion. The
Kunae chanted in their evil tongue, and a bolt of mental energy
flashed forward into Brandon's skull. The mage screamed in agony
as his mind became awash with fire. The Man buckled to his
knees, clasping his hands against the sides of his head as blood
trickled from his nose.

The elf girl gasped with fear for her friend, then turned to
regard the dagger. She closed her eyes and tried to find the
spirit of the forest that she had felt during her meditations.
The dagger vibrated slightly as Gwena concentrated on it, then
it began to drag slowly to the girl's outstretched hand. The
Kunae roared with laughter as they fed on Brandon's pain,
failing to notice the naked girl using telekinesis to pull the
Dark weapon to her grasp.

Gwena grabbed the dagger's hilt tightly, then used the last of
her strength to stab the nearest Darklord in the leg. The
surprised Kunae squealed in pain, losing its concentration and
letting the mystic shield fall. Brandon gasped as the fire in
his mind faded away, and he quickly used his magic to hurl azure
lightning at the exposed Darklords. The sorcerous energy ate
hungrily at their flesh as the Kunae roared in agony.

Gwena staggered to her feet and sliced down with her dagger,
cutting the hand off the nearest twin. The monster screeched in
pain as green ichor spewed from its stump. Quickly chanting in
Dark speech, the two injured Darklords faded into the air,
leaving the bloody hand and its passenger, a Ring of Power.

Brandon staggered across the audience chamber to the dais where
Gwena stood, holding the glowing Ring in her hand. She stared at
it with awe and longing as the mage climbed the steps to the
summit and grabbed her arm. She whirled to face him, clutching
the bloody dagger in her right hand, but quickly lowered it when
she recognized him. Shouts came from the chamber entrance as the
rebels kept Giak reinforcements from entering the room.

"Come on, Gwen! We have to leave now!" urged the exhausted mage.

"All right," whispered the elf girl as she grasped the Ring
tightly in her left hand and followed the wizard down the steps
and across the floor to where the rebels blocked the Giak
advance. Chanting hoarsely, Brandon waved his arms to encompass
everyone in the chamber, and a glowing blue fog engulfed the
rebels and whisked them away to a place of safety.

***

Governor's Palace,

City of Telchos,

March 30, 5381 MS

The Governor, Bukhan, knelt on the bloody floor of the audience
hall and cried piteously to the Helghast Lord sitting on the
throne.

"Please, lord! Have mercy on a loyal servant of Darkness! There
were too many rebels, hundreds of them! They had at least ten
mages with them, and I thought I saw a Kai warrior as well,"
blubbered the thin man as sweat beaded his wrinkled brow.

"Ignorance does not excuse incompetence," hissed the Helghast as
he aimed his right hand at the kneeling Man and chanted in Dark
speech. The thin governor screeched in fear as his lifeforce was
sucked from his body into the skeletal form of the Helghast
Lord.

"Humph! Even his soul is unsatisfying. Oh, well," shrugged the
undead as he turned to regard the Nadziranim standing next to
him. "Shouldn't we have let Kekataag trail the rebels and finish
them off?"

"Oh, no, my lord," replied the robed figure. "I advised our
Master's champion to hold back and let the rebels escape. They
may try to enter the Rebel fortress, and if they do, we can use
their entry to break its defenses."

"I hope you're sure about this plan. If you're wrong, we'll both
be cast into the Giak pits of Helgedad," muttered the undead as
it stood up from the throne and walked towards the chamber's
exit.

"Don't worry, trust me," said the bearded wizard as he smiled at
the Helghast's vulnerable back.

***

Hills south of Bandor River,

Southern Magnamund,

March 31, 5381 MS

Stars twinkled in the velvet night sky as Brandon started a
small fire and set water to boil. Across the warm, crackling
blaze, the elf girl Gwena sat on the ground and gazed at the
Ring of Power wrapped snugly around a finger of her right hand.

"Are you sure you should keep it?" asked the mage with concern.
"It's an artifact of Darkness. Its presence will corrupt you
over time."

"As you are fond of pointing out, I'm already corrupted,"
whispered the elf girl acidly as she raised her head to glare at
the mage.

"Not beyond the point of redemption. You can embrace the Light
again if you wish."

"Maybe I don't want to. Maybe I don't want to be weak again,"
replied the girl darkly.

"You were never weak, Gwen. Life is always stronger than Death."

"So you say, but that won't bring back my father, or my
village."

"Don't be bitter. Anger is a servant of the Darkness,"
admonished Brandon.

"Then I'll serve the Dark. Until I can destroy its Masters,"
promised Gwena as she glanced at her left breast and confirmed
that the mark of Naar was gone. The stain had left her flesh and
entered her soul, and only time would tell whether she embraced
the Dark, or destroyed it.

CHAPTER XI -- NORTHWARD BOUND

Cold rain fell upon the cloaked forms of the elf girl, Gwena,
and her companion, the mage Brandon. They had walked steadily
across a great plain for over a week, and now they were
approaching a branching of rivers that ran south of a city
called Avalar. Gwena held her cloak tightly against her chest as
fierce winds blew water in her face, and lightning lit the
darkening sky. The duo trudged resolutely along the bank of a
raging river, then came across a cave set upon a small hillock.
The elf and Man quickly entered the cave and shook the water
from their clothes. Brandon used his magic to light a small
fire, and Gwena gratefully squatted down to warm her delicate
hands.

"We should make Avalar by late morning," remarked the mage as he
opened his satchel and removed some travel bread and cheese.

"That's good, I'm looking forward to a warm bed and a soothing
bath," replied Gwena as she opened her own leather bag and
produced fruit for her meal.

"If the Great Divide isn't too angry, we should be able to cross
it in a couple of days, then we'll be in Northern Magnamund."

"Do you really think that we can find the last of the Kai?"
asked Gwena skeptically.

"Yes! I've heard several reliable rumors placing him in far
Northern Sommerland, near the ruins of Holmgard and the old Kai
monastery," replied Brandon confidently.

"Well, O.K., if you say so," said the elf girl as she finished
her fruit and laid out her sleeping blankets. Brandon watched
the beautiful elf girl as she leaned down to settle her bedroll,
her firm, shapely ass thrust high into the air. When Gwena sat
down on her blankets, the mage coughed then began to prepare
himself for sleep. The elf girl smiled at the Man's furtive
motions, then reclined on her side, letting her long, golden
hair fall down her back. Brandon lay on his back upon the
bedroll, staring hard at the rock ceiling. Gwena crawled over to
the prone mage and gently pulled away the blanket that covered
his body.

"What are you doing?" asked the Man in a panic.

"I haven't fucked anyone in awhile, and my blood's starting to
boil from the restraint," replied the elf girl as she pulled up
Brandon's blue robes and released his penis from its loincloth.
The mage's eyes bulged as the elf girl rubbed his cock up and
down until it stood erect, then leaned down to suck hungrily on
his rod.

Gwena moaned with pleasure as she sucked on the head of the
Man's cock, then licked down the shaft till she reached his
balls. The mage grunted as the elf girl sucked lightly on his
nutsack, licked his tool up to the head, then plunged the erect
member deeply into her warm mouth. She took the cock far into
her throat, then sucked along its length till she reached the
tip again. The blonde girl sucked lustfully on the head of the
cock, then kissed it lovingly. Gwena quickly pulled off her
tunic and tight leather breeches, then placed the cock between
her round, creamy breasts.

Brandon reached over to caress her firm ass as she slid the
penis up and down the valley between her tits, licking the tip
when it came within reach of her moist, red lips. The elf girl
tit-fucked the prone mage for several minutes, then moved to
place her scantily-clad body over the Man. She leaned down to
suck on his cock again as he pulled aside her white panties and
inhaled her musky womanhood. Brandon leaned his head forward to
lick the horny elf girl's pussy, and she shuddered at the touch
of his tongue. The Man buried his face in her warm cunt and
sucked eagerly on her sweet flesh, tasting her love honey with
relish as she moaned in sexual ecstasy and orgasmed in his
mouth.

Gwena sucked deeply on the Man's penis until a stream of hot cum
shot forth into her open mouth and throat. She drank his jism
wantonly, then licked the remains from the tip of his rod.

The elf girl stood up and pulled off her panties, then she sat
down on the Man's cock and began thrusting her crotch onto it.
Brandon panted with effort as he used his magic to keep his
penis hard and erect. Gwena smiled happily as she pushed the
Man's tool deeply into her tight pussy and placed her small
hands on his heaving chest. Sweat glistened on the naked girl's
skin as she fucked the Man under her, her round breasts bouncing
with her thrusts.

Gwena leaned down and kissed her lover passionately on the
mouth, caressing the Man's tongue with her own. Brandon grasped
her soft tits and squeezed them tightly as he pushed his cock
deeper into her warm snatch. She moaned loudly as her long,
blonde hair covered both of their faces, and her breasts pressed
tightly against the Man's firm chest. The elf girl kissed the
mage on the lips, then leaned back, humping the hard cock under
her with great effort as her hair poured down her naked back,
and her breasts thrust forward, heaving with her gasps for air.
Brandon reached forward with his hands and squeezed her round
tits as he pushed his tool into the naked girl's sucking cunt.
Gwena screamed with pleasure as she orgasmed again, then she sat
forward, pushing her hands against Brandon's chest as she thrust
onto his cock with her crotch. The mage pushed deeply into the
girl's pussy before shooting his load into her, making her gasp
as she felt his seed plunge deeply into her vagina. Gwena lay
down limply over the Man's naked body, and he hugged her slim
form tightly to him with his strong arms.

***

The stars twinkled in the clear night sky as Gates stood before
the doorway to his manor nervously and watched the robed mage
leave the black carriage and walk towards him. The fat merchant
wiped his sweating forehead with a silk handkerchief as the man
stopped in front of him and bowed respectfully.

"Greetings from the Darklords, Lord Gates. I have some important
business to discuss with you," said the robed man.

"Of course, lord mage. Please, come inside and enjoy my
hospitality," replied Gates with an expansive gesture towards
the open door. The mage entered the large manor house, and Gates
quickly followed the man towards the richly appointed audience
chamber.

"I see that you survived the Convocation attack no worse for
wear," remarked the wizard as he reclined upon a pile of
cushions.

"Yes, Naar smiled upon me that day," replied the merchant
nervously.

"Of course," said the mage as he pulled back his cowl and
revealed his face.

"Vonotar!" exclaimed Gates in surprise. "I thought you were
dead!"

"You jest of course, I'm indestructible, the whole universe
knows that!" smirked Vonotar.

"Uh, right," replied the fat merchant. "Would you like something
to drink?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Jemma! Some wine for my guest!" shouted Gates.

The young, raven-haired girl quickly entered the dimly-lit
chamber with a tray laden with a glass and a bottle of wine. She
swiftly poured the reclining mage a glass, then carefully handed
it to him. The bearded man regarded the slim, attractive girl
lingeringly as he sipped his wine, then turned to regard Gates.

"I'll need access to Gwena's room so that I can find some trace
of her. If I can find some hair or other body remnant, I'll be
able to track the bitch with magic," said Vonotar calmly.

"Of course, whatever you need," gushed the merchant. "Jemma
might be of use to you. She slept with the elf slut and I hear
they fucked each other a couple of times too."

"Really?" remarked the mage as he gazed at the kneeling young
woman, then ran one of his long fingers across her right cheek.
"She will be very useful. I'm going to have to requisition her
for my investigation, but the Darklord Empire will compensate
you for the loss."

"Thank you, my lord. That is most generous," agreed the fat man
eagerly.

"Yes, it is," muttered Vonotar. "You may leave now."

The merchant bowed low before leaving the round chamber and
closing the double doors after himself. Jemma glanced up
nervously at the mage as he stared at her with glowing violet
eyes.

"Come here, girl," ordered the wizard. Jemma rose to her feet
and moved to stand in front of the man.

"Take your clothes off," said Vonotar. The brunette pulled the
shear white robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the
floor, revealing her creamy, white flesh and round breasts.

"Suck my cock, whore," commanded the mage, who smiled evilly as
the girl knelt down between his open legs and pulled up his
black robe enough to uncover his penis, then began to suck
lightly on the head.

Vonotar ran his hands through Jemma's long, soft, black hair as
she sucked hard on his cock, then licked along the shaft to his
balls. The man grunted with pleasure as she sucked hungrily on
his testicles, then kissed his cock until she reached the tip,
where she resumed sucking strongly. The man grabbed her head
tightly and pushed his rod deeply into her warm throat, then he
began to fuck her mouth rhythmically. She moaned softly as her
moist, red lips ran down his penis, then back up to the head.
The girl sucked deeply on the mage's tool until he orgasmed and
shot cum across her face and tits.

"Lick it off, slut," ordered Vonotar as he pulled roughly on her
hair. Jemma winced in pain, then slowly licked the cum off her
lips with her tongue, then sucked lightly on her own nipples to
clean them. The man smiled lustfully as she ran her delicate
fingers across her large, round breasts to collect the jism on
them, then raised the wet digits to her mouth and sucked on them
with apparent relish.

"I bet you liked the taste of that, didn't you slut?" asked the
mage as he pulled her naked body against his and roughly fondled
her tits.

"Yes, master, I love the taste of your cum," replied Jemma in a
husky whisper.

"Good," said Vonotar as he threw her to the floor and grabbed
her firm ass with both of his hands. With her face pressed
against a rug, Jemma gasped as the man leaned down, spread open
her thighs, and licked across her pussy. The mage smiled with
pleasure as he thrust his tongue deeply into the naked girl's
cunt and probed her warm vagina. The brunette moaned loudly as
the man squeezed her shapely ass and plunged his tongue in and
out of her sweet womanhood.

Sweat began to glisten on her naked flesh as Jemma's crotch
moved in time to the thrusts of Vonotar's mouth. The slave girl
moaned as she orgasmed and shot a stream of warm honey into the
man's eager mouth. He drank her cum like fine wine, then took
one last quick lick across her pussy. As her snatch throbbed
with lust, Vonotar licked the soft flesh of her inner thighs,
then sucked lightly on the skin of her firm ass.

The mage pulled off his robes, then knelt down again as he
grabbed a handful of the prone girl's hair and forced her to
raise herself on her arms. With hands and knees supporting her
slim, naked body, Jemma cried out as Vonotar pushed his erect
cock into her tight pussy and began fucking her eagerly. The
raven-haired girl moaned when the man pulled hard on her hair as
he pumped his tool deeply into her cunt. Sweat dripped off her
heaving breasts as Jemma's crotch moved in time to the mage's
thrusts. Vonotar released her hair and leaned forward to squeeze
and fondle the prone girl's tits as he fucked her snatch
roughly. The mage pushed deeply into her as he shot his load,
filling her warm vagina with his seed.

Jemma gasped in sexual pleasure as she orgasmed, mingling her
cum with his jism. The man pulled out of her pussy, then pushed
her onto her bare back and straddled her breasts. Vonotar rubbed
his cum-coated penis across the naked girl's soft, red lips,
then watched as she dutifully licked his tool clean, then sucked
on it until it grew flaccid and calm.

"I'm going to enjoy your company as I track down your lover and
bring her back to the Darklords. The violations I perform on you
will be sweet love compared to what the Kunae plan to do to
Gwena for maiming them and taking their Ring of Power. Consider
yourself fortunate," said the mage as he leaned down to kiss
Jemma hard on the mouth, his tongue forcing its way past her
weak lips and down her throat.

CHAPTER XII -- THE LAST OF THE KAI

Gwena and the mage, Brandon walked along a decrepit forest trail
as thunder roared in the sky and rain fell heavily upon them.
The Elf girl clasped her hood tighter against her head as water
dripped from the dead trees around her and turned the barren
earth to mud. Brandon staggered upon the shifting ground and
clutched his crude staff tightly in his right hand as he
struggled to follow the agile Elf who blazed the trail before
him.

The Ring of Power on Gwena's right hand glowed with a warm
golden light and kept the young woman from getting wet. Gwena
smiled as she felt the dark power contained in the Ring coursing
through her lithe body. Enhanced senses scanned the decayed
forest for signs of the Kai warrior who reputedly lived in the
area. Sensing nothing but death and desolation, Gwena sighed
softly and reached down to clasp the hilt of her short sword and
gain a measure of reassurance from it.

Brandon cursed loudly as he slipped on a patch of mud, causing
Gwena to turn towards him. During her distraction, a dark shape
emerged from the ground and grabbed the Elf girl roughly around
the neck. Gasping in surprise, Gwena slammed her right elbow
into the Man's stomach, then quickly slipped out of his grasp as
he struggled for air. The Ring of Power glowed with the color of
blood as the Elf girl raised the Ring towards her unknown foe
and invoked its evil might. An eldritch beam of ruby light flew
from the Ring and smashed into the Man's torso, flinging him
like a doll into the air until he landed in a pool of mud. The
Man returned quickly to his feet and drew a long sword from his
belt sheath. Gwena drew her own slim, short sword and prepared
her fighting stance, when Brandon rushed between the two
fighters and called their attention.

"Gwena! Wait! This is the Kai that we're looking for!" declared
Brandon loudly.

The Elf girl lowered her sword slowly, then took measure of the
mud-caked Man standing before her. He was tall, about six-foot,
with short, brown hair and green eyes. His face was covered with
stubble, and a thin scar ran down his left cheek. He was dressed
in a green tunic and cloak, with chain-mail armor underneath. He
had soft, leather boots, and wore brown, leather gloves over his
hands. The Man gazed at Gwena with a mixture of distrust and
desire, then shifted his gaze towards the mage. Spying the
wizard's robes, and his Crystal Star Pendant, the Man nodded
briefly and sheathed his sword quickly.

"Greetings, mage. I see that you belong to the Brotherhood of
the Crystal Star. Since I am the last Kai, I should welcome you
and treat you as an ally," said the Man gruffly.

"Greetings, Kai warrior. My name is Brandon, and this is the Elf
fighter, Gwena. We have traveled a long way to find you,"
replied Brandon with a short bow.

"My name is Ben Starblade, and as this mage might have told you,
I am the last of the Kai Order," said Ben as he addressed the
Elf girl.

"Yes, he did say you were the surviving Kai. It must have been
difficult, surviving so long with the Darklords hunting your
Order," responded Gwena soothingly.

"Damn straight it was hard! My father was one of the few to
survive the

Darklord War and find a relatively safe place to hide and regain
his strength. He met a village girl and coupled with her, then
left to aid the Resistance against the new Darklord Empire. He
would visit mother from time to time, and when I was born, he
passed the ways of the Kai to me until he died in a skirmish
with some Giaks. But come, we shouldn't stand in the open like
this," said Ben as he quickly turned to lead his guests through
the skeletal forest towards a clearing to the north.

Within the mud-choked clearing stood the ruins of the Kai
Monastery, its walls broken and scorched by flames until they
ran like hot wax. Ben led the duo into the ruins and down a
winding stone stairway until they entered a large, square
chamber that had once been a guardroom. Opening a wooden door,
the Kai walked down a dark hallway until he reached another
portal, which he opened and passed through. Gwena cautiously
followed the Man, then looked around the circular room that he
used as his living quarters. Ben lit a small candle and set it
upon a large, wooden table. He retrieved a jug and three cups,
then sat heavily upon a wooden chair at the table and motioned
for his guests to join him.

Gwena sat down tentatively across from the Man, then watched as
Brandon sat to the right of the Kai warrior. Ben poured wine
into the three cups, then set one before each of the travelers.
The Elf girl sniffed the wine, then drank a sip when she was
sure it was safe. Brandon drank without hesitation, then smiled
reassuringly at Gwena.

"Have you been helping the Resistance in the area?" asked
Brandon curiously.

"There is no Resistance around here," replied Ben darkly. "The
Darklords destroyed everything north of Holmgard. The
Brotherhood's academy is gone, and so is the capital of
Sommerland. The entire region is a wasteland, I guess it's
payback for Lone Wolf destroying Helgedad all those centuries
ago."

"Then why do you stay here?" asked Gwena.

"Because the Darklords have given up on this area. Since no one
lives

here, there's no one to rule or collect tribute from. Nothing
grows here, so people don't want to build towns nearby. I like
the quiet and solitude," replied Ben as he drank deeply from his
cup, then refilled it from the jug.

"What about your duty to the people? The last Kai should be
organizing

the Resistance or helping with the defense of the Fortress, not
slumped in

some basement with a jug of wine near his hand," said Brandon
vehemently.

"Give me a break! The Resistance doesn't stand a chance and you
know it! The Darklords control Northern and Southern Magnamund.
There are more Darklords around now then there ever have been in
our history, we're outnumbered and outgunned. Kai and Ishir
haven't done squat for us, so why should I die for them?"
questioned Ben before he drank noisily from his cup.

"Because you're the last Kai and you owe it to the memory of
your Order and to the people," replied Gwena with conviction.

"That's rich coming from an Elf. Your kind doesn't have much
reason to care what happens to Men one way or another," said
Ben.

"We do care. Both races worship Kai and Ishir, that gives us a
common cause to see the Darklords overthrown and Naar
constrained from harming Magnamund," responded the Elf girl.

"Hummph! You should have been the Kai, not me," replied
Starblade bitterly.

"Maybe that can be arranged, if you're willing to teach me,"
said Gwena resolutely.

"Teach you to be a Kai? That's original," said Ben.

"Will you?" asked Gwena.

"Yeah, why not? If it will get you two out of my hair," replied
Ben as he lifted his cup and drained it dry.

***

The iron-hulled skyship, Black Heart, sailed through the air
over the valley of V'Ka. Vonotar the dark mage stood arrogantly
at the bow of the mighty warship and gazed north, towards his
destination. Jemma, his slave girl, walked carefully across the
cold, metal deck carrying a silver tray with a glass of wine as
deckhands sent ribald suggestions in her direction. The young,
raven-haired girl bowed briefly towards her master, then awaited
his pleasure. The tall, black-bearded wizard took the glass of
wine and sipped it thoughtfully as his dark gaze remained fixed
on the horizon.

"I can sense your one-time lover across all this distance," said
Vonotar softly as he held the glass to his lips. "Her power is
calling to me."

"If she meets the Kai, he may train her in the ways of his
order. That would make capturing her difficult," replied Jemma
cautiously.

"Ah, I see that you've been listening to my magical communiqu‚s.
Very good," said the mage with a cold smile.

"What will you do if she fights you?" asked Jemma with concern.

"I'll try to capture her intact, if possible," responded the
mage thoughtfully. "But if she gives me too much trouble, I'm
afraid that I will have to kill her. That would be a shame, of
course. She really had an exquisite body."

Vonotar chuckled with amusement as he pondered his future
encounter with the Elf girl. Jemma bit her lower lip with worry,
then turned to watch the sky as night descended upon the earth
and covered everything in oblivion.

CHAPTER XIII -- VENGEANCE, DEATH AND NEW LIFE

Gwena wrinkled her brow in concentration as bolts of violet
energy smashed against her mental shields. Sitting across the
barren ground from her, the Kai warrior Ben Starblade frowned
and hurled another psychic blast at his new student. The mental
barrier around the Elf girl began to crack and fade as the
series of assaults began to wear down her strength. Almost
without thought, Gwena called upon the dark power of the Ring to
protect her. Blood-red light surrounded the girl and reinforced
her shield, repelling the Kai's blasts with ease.

"Don't use the Ring! You must master your own abilities and
strengths!" reprimanded Ben.

Gwena pouted as she closed off access to the Ring and attempted
to maintain the shield by herself. Ben began another mental
attack, and after two blows, the girl's barrier collapsed and
pain lanced into her brain.

"Stop it!" shouted Gwena as she pressed both hands against her
temples.

"You're getting better," complimented Ben as he stopped his
attack and allowed his pupil a moment to rest. "You lasted
almost ten minutes that time."

"It still hurts like a bitch after you're done, though," replied
the girl ruefully as she rubbed her forehead, then flapped her
thin blouse to cool her sweaty flesh. Ben tried not to notice as
the Elf girl unconsciously bared her round breasts as she cooled
herself. The Kai brushed sweat away from his own tanned brow and
rose smoothly to his feet.

"Let me show you a cave where you can bathe safely. It's the
least I can do for torturing you this afternoon," said Ben with
a grin.

"Thanks. A bath sounds like heaven right about now," replied
Gwena as she allowed the Man to pull her to her feet, then lead
her out of the desolate clearing and down a earth-cracked path.
After walking for a score of minutes, the duo approached a
series of foothills that began the long ascent into the Durncrag
mountains.

Ben entered a small cave entrance, and Gwena followed him. With
her Elven sight, the girl easily navigated her way into the
cave's entry chamber and down a descending tunnel that bore
deeply into the earth. After several moments, the duo entered a
large, natural cavern that contained a roaring waterfall. A
small lake resided within the cave, with warm, clear water that
invited both warriors. Ben knelt down near the edge of the lake
and splashed water on his face and arms as Gwena marveled at the
beauty of the cavern. Sighing happily, the Elf girl pulled off
her white blouse, then removed her skintight, leather breeches.

Ben drew back in surprise as the beautiful Elf girl ran nude to
the edge of the lake and plunged into its warm depths. The Man
smiled in admiration as Gwena resurfaced and sputtered out
water, then waved cheerfully at her mentor. Ben stood up and
walked to the tunnel entrance to keep watch as the girl swam
lazily around the lake, letting the soothing water ease her
cramped muscles and wash the dirt from her body.

Eventually, Gwena emerged from the lake and sat down on the
smooth rock to dry. Ben admired her smooth, creamy flesh and
slim, attractive body. The girl noticed his attention and smiled
prettily for him.

"Still regret training me to be a Kai?" asked Gwena sweetly.

"No, of course not. With you gallivanting around and playing
heroine, I can stay at the Monastery and live in peace," replied
Ben pragmatically.

"Hummph!" retorted the girl before she shook out her long,
blonde hair and began to comb it out with her delicate fingers.

The Kai warrior glanced briefly down the tunnel ascending to the
surface, then returned his gaze to the beautiful, naked girl
sitting in front of him. Gwena lay down on the smooth, rock
floor of the cavern and stretched out her arms above her head.
Her large, round breasts rose with her movements, her nipples
becoming erect and hard from the cool air around her. The Man's
gaze traveled down her firm stomach to her shapely hips, then to
the small mound of blonde hair that marked her pussy. The naked
girl raised one of her slim, shapely legs slightly, then sighed
softly with contentment.

Ben struggled to control the lust emerging from his loins, but a
lifetime of deprivation was too strong to resist. He stealthily
approached the prone Elf girl, then knelt down next to her and
bent his head to suck lightly on her right breast. Gwena gasped
in surprise, then smiled in triumph as the Man greedily squeezed
her tits before sucking on them. The Elf girl moaned softly as
the Man licked her warm flesh, then moved from her breasts to
her slim neck. Gwena placed her arms around Ben's neck as he
reached her moist, red lips and kissed her deeply. The lovers
caressed each other's tongues as Ben slipped his right hand
between her thighs and stroked her blonde pussy slowly.

As Gwena kissed the Man passionately, she opened her legs wide
to allow the Man easy access to her warm snatch. Ben increased
the pressure of his stroking fingers across her cunt, then he
slowly inserted a finger into her wet love hole. The Elf girl
moaned loudly as Ben probed her vagina with his digit while he
resumed sucking deeply on her heaving breasts. Gwena rose
quickly to orgasm and gasped with pleasure as she cummed. Ben
removed his finger and licked her love honey with relish, then
he knelt up and untied his breeches. The naked Elf girl slid
forward on her stomach, then rose slightly until she could reach
the Man's erect penis. She inhaled his musky manhood, then
softly sucked on the head of his member.

Ben grunted with satisfaction as the girl began sucking deeply
on his cock, her warm, red lips caressing his flesh. The Man
held Gwena's blonde head tightly as she sucked up and down his
rod, then moved to suck eagerly on his balls. Ben stroked the
girl's wet, golden hair as she licked up his cock to the head,
then took the tool deeply into her throat until she began to
gag. Ben fucked the Elf girl's mouth for several minutes, then
he reclined back until he lay on the rock floor with the naked
girl on top of him. Gwena wantonly mounted his hard cock and
moaned with sexual pleasure as the rod plunged deeply into her
pussy. Ben reached forward to squeeze and caress her round tits
as Gwena pushed her crotch harder against his penis.

The Elf girl pressed her small hands against the Mans' hairy
chest as he thrust his cock deeper into her hungry cunt. The
girl's breasts heaved as she panted loudly and slowly sucked on
one of Ben's fingers. The Man grunted as he orgasmed inside her
pussy, then listened as the Elf girl moaned loudly and reached
her own climax. Gwena leaned down to lay across Ben's chest, his
softening cock still inside her wet love hole. The Elf girl
smiled in satisfaction as Ben slowly stroked her long, blonde
hair and breathed deeply with relief.

***

Several days later, as Gwena practiced her Nexus skills, she
felt a dark presence approaching the ruins of the Kai Monastery.
Black clouds began to form in the sky, followed by piercing
thunder and flashes of lethal lightning. The Elf girl retrieved
her brown cloak and wrapped it around her lithe body as she
scanned the horizon for trouble. Within moments, she caught
sight of a large, iron skyship escorted by a flock of Kraan. She
quickly left the forest clearing she stood in and ran gracefully
to the ruins of the Kai stronghold. As she approached the melted
walls, the Elf girl saw Brandon the mage and Ben Starblade
emerge from the underground entrance and gaze coldly at the
approaching skyship.

"There's a Nadziranim mage with the skyship!" exclaimed Gwena as
she halted in front of the two Men and gasped for breath.

"So much for my peaceful retirement," muttered Ben as he
strapped on his swordbelt, then adjusted his gloves.

"Should we draw them into the trees, such as they are, or stay
here?" asked Brandon.

"We stay here. The ruins are on high ground, and we can use them
for cover," replied Ben as he turned to survey the rubble, then
returned his gaze to his two companions. "We'll separate to give
the Kraan and the mage more targets to worry about. I'll take
the north wall, and you can take the south wall, Brandon. Gwena,
you take the west wall."

"But that means the Kraan will go through you to get to me,"
said the Elf girl.

"What makes you think the Darklords are after you? I am the last
Kai, after all," replied Ben proudly.

"Vonotar's on that ship. I know he's looking for me," remarked
Gwena in

a bleak tone.

"He'll have to go through me first," said Ben as he unsheathed
his sword and began walking to the north wall.

"Good luck, Gwena," said Brandon before he moved to his own
post.

Watching the advancing skyship with worry, Gwena began moving
through the rubble until she stood next to the west wall. She
unsheathed her short sword and held it resolutely in her right
hand as the evil of the Ring of Power began to course through
her blood. The Elf girl frowned in annoyance as she forced the
Ring to contain itself. She closed her eyes briefly and entered
the meditative state that Ben had taught her. She prayed softly
to the god, Kai, and the goddess, Ishir for strength and
courage.

Blue lightning leapt into the sky as Brandon killed several
Kraan and sent them flaming to the earth. The skyship hovered
near the edge of the ruins, then turned sharply to starboard,
presenting a broadside towards the hiding trio. The flash
cannons mounted along the port rail opened fire, shooting
grapeshot rounds into the rubble. Brandon raised a blue shield
of magic to repel the hundreds of metal shards hurling towards
him. Gwena and Ben dived behind melted rock as explosions
slammed into the ground around them.

After firing several salvos into the Monastery, ropes were
lowered from the skyship, and a squad of Giaks slid down to the
ground and began to advance on the trio. The dark mage, Vonotar
levitated down from the warship, then began to advance towards
Gwena. A large fireball exploded among a group of Giaks, sending
charred flesh high into the air.

Ben Starblade slashed and hacked with his sword, mowing down
Giak warriors like wheat. Two large Giaks armed with battle-axes
climbed over some rubble and attacked Gwena, who deftly avoided
their wide swings and slinked in close to them. She impaled one
Giak through the stomach with her short sword, then grabbed the
other creature by its arm and chanted words of magic. The Giak
screamed in agony as eldritch power flooded his body, burning
his organs to ash. The smoking husk fell limply to the ground as
Gwena released him and knelt low to avoid Vonotar's gaze.

Brandon hurled lightning at the remaining Giaks, burning their
flesh until it ran like wax. The young mage moved swiftly
through the jagged stone remains until he saw the dark mage
walking to the west. As Brandon began chanting another lightning
spell, Vonotar spun to face him and aimed his right hand
forward, with fingers spread out. Five glowing darts of power
flew from his fingertips and slammed into Brandon's chest. The
mage screamed in pain, then fell to the hard earth unconscious.
Vonotar sneered with derision as Ben emerged from the rock and
brandished his sword with both hands. The dark mage turned to
meet his new foe and raised an eyebrow.

"You're the last Kai and the best you can do is a sword? I'm
very disappointed with you," replied Vonotar mockingly.

"Then maybe this will get your attention," replied Ben as he
concentrated with his will, evoking blue flames along the edge
of his sword. With a shout of defiance, Ben cast a shaft of
raging flame from the blade towards his enemy. Vonotar raised
his hand, summoning a blood-red shield to repel the fire. Ben
focused on the flames and maintained their strength, hoping to
wear the dark wizard down. Vonotar, however, was a practiced
mage knowledgeable in many areas of evil magic. He chanted words
of power, and with a wave of his left hand, the flames sputtered
and died.

Sweating with effort, Ben charged the mage and raised his sword
high to strike. Vonotar pointed a finger from his right hand,
and violet lightning shot forth to smash into the Man's chest
and send him hurling backwards into a stone pillar. Ben's body
impacted with a wet thump, then left a trail of glistening blood
as he slid to the ground. The evil wizard smiled with
satisfaction, then resumed his advance towards Gwena.

The Elf girl had watched her friends get cut down by the mage,
yet she had done nothing to help them. Every time she looked at
Vonotar, she remembered how he had raped her body and cast the
brand of Naar on her creamy flesh. Deep down, part of her had
enjoyed his sexual violation of her body, and that thought
disturbed her, broke the peace of mind she needed to evoke the
Kai disciplines. The beautiful girl watched helplessly as the
dark mage came closer to her, then stopped to gaze into her
wide, blue eyes.

"So everything comes full circle. What began with your capture
in the Elven wood will now end with your capture in the ruins of
the Kai stronghold. Now you see how weak the Light is compared
to the Dark. I'll teach you again how strong the Night is when
you're stripped of clothing and kneeling before me in bonds. You
liked that part, remember Gwena?" said Vonotar with a lustful
grin.

"You're still as arrogant as ever, bastard," replied Gwena with
a snarl.

"Gwena, your language!" retorted the mage mockingly. "You've
fallen in with a bad crowd, but I forgive you."

"You won't be alive long enough to forgive anybody, you
son-of-a-bitch!" shouted the Elf girl as she aimed the Ring of
Power at Vonotar and evoked its power. The dark mage frowned as
a stream of molten fire flew towards him at the speed of
thought. He barely managed to erect a shield, but he grimaced
with effort as he focused all of his will to maintaining it.
Gwena smiled wickedly as the evil magic of the Ring surged in
her blood, feeding off her hate to strike at her foe. Vonotar
staggered under the magical onslaught, falling to his knees as
he struggled to keep the shield up. Gwena licked her full, red
lips as she gave herself to the magic and let it use her as a
conduit to escape into the world. The flames engulfed the
kneeling mage, who had only the fading blue shield as
protection. With a scream of frustration and defeat, the shield
failed, and Vonotar was devoured by magical flame.

"You may have destroyed me, bitch, but the magic will destroy
you. Once you have surrendered to it, you will be its slave for
eternity. You will rue the day that you rejected me, I would
have been a kinder master!" shouted Vonotar before the fire
consumed his flesh and reduced him to less than ash.

The flames died out, leaving Gwena weak on her feet and panting
for air. Sweat plastered her blonde hair to her head, and her
thin blouse adhered itself to her round, firm breasts. The Elf
girl staggered to Ben, who lay limply on the ground nearby. She
knelt down next to him and touched his neck softly to find a
pulse. The Man's eyes fluttered open, and he smiled as he saw
Gwena bending over him.

"Kai is truly kind to allow me to witness such a lovely sight
before I die," whispered Ben.

"You won't die, Ben," replied Gwena softly as she brushed away
some strands of hair from the Man's forehead.

"I'm afraid that I will, love," said Ben as he weakly grabbed
the Elf girl's hand and squeezed it softly. "Don't give in to
the Ring's power. You can be a powerful Kai if you want to be.
Have faith in your own strength, not the evil power of an
artifact."

"I'll try, Ben" agreed Gwena.

"You must! If you do not, your soul will be lost, and Naar will
have dominion over you," replied Ben Starblade before his eyes
slid shut and he breathed his last breath.

Gwena squeezed the Man's hand tightly, then bent forward to kiss
him softly on the lips. The Elf girl stood up, then went to find
Brandon lying on the ground near the south wall. Sobbing softly,
the slim girl knelt down next to the mage and placed her head on
his chest. Finding that the Man still lived, she placed both
hands on his torso and called forth the healing magic of Ishir.
A golden glow appeared around the girl's delicate hands, as
powerful magic entered Brandon's body and healed his wounds. The
Man coughed roughly, then sat up with Gwena's help.

"Did we get him? Is Vonotar dead?" asked Brandon weakly.

"Yes, he's dead. See?" replied Gwena as she pointed to the
retreating skyship.

"Good. How's Ben?" inquired the mage.

"He's gone, but the Starblade name will live on with me. I will
bring back the Kai if it's the last thing I do," promised Gwena
as she looked up at the cloud-draped sky with determination,
challenging Naar's ambition with her own.

THE END