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               PART 2 -- "Tom, Dick and Harry"

  Clap knocked on the door. 'Do all of these houses look alike?
Didn't they have a better budget to build these villages?"
  The sound of two locks being opening were heard through the
door. It opened, and the face of a short-haired woman with brown
locks peeked out. "Yes? May I help you?"
  Clap told her the story. 
  She thought. "Hmmm, as part of the plot, I have to help you.
Please, come in."
  He entered the house, and Mashi closed the door behind him. He
looked her over. She wore a pair of short shorts and a camisole.
Around her body was a see through wrap.
  'Wow,' he thought.
  "So," she began, "you need to know the Nymph's location,
right?"
  "Yeah. To find the troll."
  She opened one of the cabinets in the room. She pulled out a
scroll. She walked to him. "This is a map to the Nymph's pond."
  Clap reached out to take it, but she drew away. "Hey, I need
it!"
  "I don't give out things for FREE. You must be crazy, or one of
those Republicans."
  "Hey, I'm an Independent, just like my mother. How much do you
want for it?" he moved his hand to his belt pouch. "I've got
fifty gold pieces."
  She shook her head. "I...collect things. Anything and
everything. Just recently, I started a new collection."
  Removing his hand from his belt, "What kind of collection?"
  "Orgasmic fluid."
  Clap stood up. "EXCUSE ME?!" 
  "Just what I said. Are all adventurers deaf?"
  "No. I needed to say it for emphasis."
  She tilted her head. "So, how about it?"
  'Do you really think you should? Think about it.' Clap paused
for a moment. 'On second thought, don't think about it. Do it.'
"It's a deal."
  "Wonderful!" she cheered. She went to another cabinet and
pulled out a small beaker. [Author's note: I borrowed this from a
'Tenchi Muyo' fic by the Knight of the Black Rose.] "Now," she
said sternly, "Drop your pants."
  Clap was a little hesitant. 
  What did he have to be hesitant about? He pulled off his pants.
  "Sit on the couch," she ordered.
  He did so, and Mashi kneeled in front of him. "Already up I
see." She kissed the end of it, then engorged it in her mouth.
Sliding up and down on him, she moaned in approval.
  Clap, on the other hand, groaned in satisfaction. 'Why didn't I
become an adventurer earlier?' he thought. He placed his hands on
her head and guided her slowly.
  He could feel her tongue teasing the head. Sometimes she would
bite gently as well. She slipped her other hand down to her
shorts, and shrugged out of them without letting go of Clap. Not
wearing panties, she started to rub her own softness and slip a
finger up into her canal.
  Clap could tell when he was getting to the breaking point. "You
might want to get ready..."
  She moaned.
  Clap unleashed himself into her. She arched her head back as
she took it all. Removing her mouth from him, she rubbed him and
dribbled the thick, white liquid into the beaker in her other
hand. She capped it, putting it on the coffee table. She kneeled
back down, and stuck both hands between her legs and massaged
herself again.
  Clap, who had gone down before this point, got back up at this
point. Mashi's self-inflicted cries were getting to him. He
didn't touch her or himself. When she reached the final stand,
she arched her back.
  He soaked her camisole and lower face. She calmed down and
smiled. "Now, take your scroll, you pants, and GET OUT."

               *              *              *

  "What the hell was HER problem? Talk about eccentric. Shit."
Clap was following the map through the forest. "Let's see...go
west on this path."
  He turned on one path, and there was a small group of four
orcs. They were conversing amongst themselves upon the principles
of fractural geometry and other higher mathematical functions.
They turned to him from their chat.
  "Lookey here. A human." [Author's note: In MY world orcs can
speak and behave like normal humans.]
  "Uh, hi guys," Clap said. "Are you the typical fantasy-type
orcs?"
  One of them stepped forward. "Yes, we just happen to be so,
sir. We live only to supply wandering adventurers with a tidy sum
of experience points."
  Clap crossed his arms. "So, if I killed you three, you wouldn't
be sore at me?"
  Another orc laughed. "No. You see, all that happens is that we
get recycled back as orcs once again."
  Clap was astounded. "Cool. Where'd you get a job like that?"
  The first orc answered, "Well, Tom and Dick here have been with
me as a group for the last ten years. We're all brothers."
  "What kind of kickbacks are there?"
  "A sense of security." Tom said. "That we'll never lose our
jobs. The need for experience in a fantasy setting will never be
lost." 
  "Well," Dick burst in, "I guess we better stop talking and get
it over with."
  Clap nodded. "Okay."
  Harry brandished his short sword. "Wait. What should we do
tonight? Scrabble?"
  Tom shook his head. "Nah. We did that last night. How about a
movie?"
  "Yeah!" Dick cheered. "What about 'Dances with Wolves?'"
  "Sounds like a plan," Harry said, eyeing Clap's now extended
sword.
  About three minutes later, the battle was finished. 
  "See you soon..." Harry said as he dropped to the ground from
the wound in his chest. The three bodies of the orcs vanished in
a flash of blue light, as three blue stars appeared in their
places. The stars went up and over the trees.
  "See you soon?" Clap said to himself.

               *              *              *
  
  Clap was in the place where he was supposed to be. A small
pond, overshadowed by a tree, next to a big rock. Yep. That's
what it said on the map.
  He looked around. In the trees. Under the rock. Inside of the
pond.
  Nothing.
  "What a jip! The stupid Nymph isn't here! And I already traded
Mashi for the map! Mental note: remind me to beat the shit out of
her when I get back."
  Clap stopped and thought. "Wait a minute. She'll probably LIKE
it. Screw that idea. Well, maybe not." He looked around. "All
this walking and thinking are getting me tired." He walked behind
the rock. "I'll sit here for ten minutes. If I don't see her
then, I'll leave."
  Clap sat...and sat...and sat. Actually, he sat for fifty
minutes.
  The Nymph didn't show up. Meanwhile, Clap fell asleep, head
against the boulder.
  He woke up some undeterminable time later. The sun was still
out, so he must have been out for a short time. "Shit. I've
stayed here for who-knows-how-long, and she still hasn't
appeared."
  Clap stood up, turned, then immediately shot back down to his
original spot. He stopped, thought a moment, smoke rose from his
ears, and he peeked back up.
  Yep. It was her alright. Well, he guessed it was her. He didn't
see many people bathing with light-blue skin and hair down to
their waist.
  At least in that combination.
  "Wow." Clap felt something hit his head. Clap heard a voice in
his head. 
  { I dropped a rock on you, you fool! Stop saying 'wow'!' }
  Clap rubbed his head, and disregarded the scolding from the
author. He peeked over again.
  She was still there. Her back was to him. She bent over and
cupped her hands into the water, bringing it over her head. She
turned slightly, and she dumped the water over her head. It
doused her, and the remaining water sluiced down her figure: over
her hips, legs and buttocks.
  Clap had been admiring her the whole time. He looked at her
figure. 'I really did need to start adventuring earlier.'
  His gaze landed on her butt again. "Wow." he whispered.
  Clap immediately was smashed into the ground by a rather large
boulder.
  The sound caught the Nymph's attention. She grabbed her short
robe, put it on, and turned to look.
  The author, standing on top of the boulder, screamed down at
Clap, "I TOLD YOU!" He then walked off into the forest.
  Clap removed the boulder from his body. "Ouchie." He held his
head. 'Now, where was I?' He peeked back over the rock at her.
  She peeked over the rock at him.
  They both screamed.
  Clap backed into a tree; the Nymph went back to the water. He
got back up. "Wait!" he called out.
  The Nymph stopped and turned around again.
  "I've been waiting for quite some time to talk to you," he
said, walking to the other side of the rock.
  She took a step back. "What do you want? I'm just a Nymph. I
don't have anything."
  'With that body? I'd say differently.' Clap cleared his throat.
"I need your help."
  "Help? I can't help anyone."
  "It's about the troll named Glog. A woman in the village of Bak
gave me this map to find you. She says you know where the Troll
lives."
  "Oh, yes. That I do. I'd really stay away from that part of the
forest. I do."
  Making a stalwart pose, Clap announced, "It is my duty to help
those in distress, those in need, and protect innocents from
credit card fraud."
  She looked at him. "First time adventuring?"
  Clap regained his composure. "Well, yes, but-"
  She clapped her hands together. "Wonderful! I've never met a
real adventurer. The other people who come here are either lost,
or looking for something else other than me. I'm glad someone
came to see ME. I gets awfully lonely around here." She sniffed.
  Being the comforting sort, Clap said, "Don't cry. I'm here.
I'll talk to you."
  "You will?" her eyes glittered. "Thank you!" She hugged him.
"My name is Tist. What's your name?"
  "Clap."
  "What a nifty name."
  They both sat against the rock and talked...and talked...and
talked. About four hours went by. Clap had slowly been admiring
her body. The sun was slowly starting to set.
  Clap looked into the sky. "Geez, how long has it been?"
  She looked around. "I don't know. It's getting dark though."
  Clap stood up. "I better get back to Bak and continue my search
tomorrow. Thanks for the info."
  She stood up with fear in her eyes. She then grabbed his arm.
"Don't go! Please! I told you it's lonely out here. Can't you
stay a while longer. I don't see many people like you. Only the
Mune Knights who used to patrol the forest several years ago."
  "Mune Knights?"
  "They were a group of adventurers who lived by the 'Code of
Chivalry.' That's why they were called 'knights.'"
  "And...Mune?"
  "Since they had plucked the section 'respect women' from their
code, they, of course, were know was womanizers."
  "Ah..."  
  "I knew well enough to hide when they came around. Even when
they used my pond. I hid up in the tree." She put her hand upon
the bark, caressing it gently.
  Clap imagined her stroking something else. He shook his head
and looked up into the branches. "Wouldn't they have seen you at
one point?"
  "No. Did I mention they weren't too bright either?"
  "That might be a reason." Clap continued to stare at her. His
gave fell down her form, resting at where her robe ended, and her
legs began. He followed her thighs and legs all the way down to
her dainty feet.
  "What? What are you looking at?" She asked.
  Clap shook his head. "I really should leave."
  "No...please..."
  "I have to," he said.
  "What if we do something else. You're so nice. Why won't you
stay with me? Did I do something wrong? Was it the way I sat?"
  "No..."
  "Was it the way I talked? Was it what I talked about?" She
grasped at him. "Tell me...I want you to stay."
  'Geez this girl is desperate.' he thought, yet again. 'How
desperate.'
  "Please? Please? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease stay? I can let you stay
in my little house. It's a little farther in the forest."
  He smiled. "Okay, I give in."
  She hopped in happiness and led him through the forest.

               *              *              *

  Tist's house was in what appeared to be an evergreen. It was
small -- a small bed in a corner with a lamp above it, and a
small dresser of clothes in the other. There was enough room to
stand in. 
  Tist looked around. "Well? Here it is."
  "Nice. A little small, isn't it?"
  "I don't really need much."
  "You don't live with anyone?" he asked.
  "Of course not. No one knows where to find me, and people
barely see me. Since you're the first person to come for ME...
  "Uh, what are you doing?" Clap asked, as she closed the door
and began walking for him seductively.
  "Do I have to say it again? It gets lonely out here. I don't
have many friends, so..." she pulled at the belt of her robe and
it descended to the floor. The curves which Clap had seen earlier
were much more shapely and prominent.
  She put her arms around his waist and held him. "Lonely..."
  Clap was undressed in five seconds. He was now considering
himself to be experienced in this aspect of life. She moved to
her bed, and Clap moved after her.
  She sucked in a breath quickly as he took one of her nipples
into his mouth, and caressed the other breast with a free hand.
Trailing down to between her legs, he poked, prodded and explored
with every utensil available to him.
  He pulled his head back up and, bracing himself, took her in a
swift stroke. She whimpered and synced herself with the rhythm.
Clap noticed that her constant cries were a little more feminine
than Resia's, and had more of a musical quality. She yelped
again. He claimed her lips, and for the final stroke, threw
himself as far in as possible, making her arch as much as
possible.
  Her body spasmed all around him as she gasped and grasped at
the bed, his arms, his hips, everything around her. As she did,
Clasp grunted himself, and everything around him went dark.

               *              *              *

  He found himself out in an clearing. He was fully dressed and
had all of his stuff.
  'Shit! I should've paid attention to where she lived!' Clap
cursed as he hit the nearest tree.
  "Okay," Clap sighed as he remembered the directions she gave
him. "Down this way..."
  An hour later, he reached what appeared to be a cave that led
into the ground.
  "This must be it," he said.
  He heard something breathing heavily from inside of it. It was
coming out.
  'Whoa! Shit!' Clap dove behind a bush. He peeked out of the
twigs.
  There was a large green THING that came out of the cave.
  Large wasn't the operative word here. HUGE was more like it.
Hairy, and smelly. Clap could smell it from where he was -- one
hundred feet away. 
  'So this must be Glog.'
  Glog carried a rather large club as well. He drew in a deep
breath with his massive lungs, exhaled, then walked off.
  When Glog was completely out of sight, Clap scrambled for the
cave. He stopped at the entrance. "How long is he going to be
gone?" He looked around. "Wait. I better have a plan."
  Clap walked the opposite way Glog left. He walked back and
forth thinking, 'What to do? What to do?' He heard talking coming
from farther down the path.
  Investigating, he found out that it was Tom, Dick and Harry
playing cards. They smiled at him.
  Dick noticed him. "Hey! It's the adventurer! How do things fare
with you?"
  "Oh yeah," Harry said. "I divine that you are in need of some
more experience?"
  Clap had a better idea. "No, but I do need your help."
  Tom was amazed. "That's a first."
  "Will you do it?" he asked.
  Dick rubbed his chin. "Well, it's not really in our
occupational description, but what the hell. Yes."
  Clap was relieved. "Good."
  "What's it about?" Harry asked.
  Clap looked behind him, then turned back to them. "I need you
to distract someone for me."
    
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  Clap pointed at the cave while they hid behind the bushes.
"There's the cave."  
  Glog came out and stretched, still carrying his club.
  Dick's jaw dropped. "You want us to distract THAT?"
  "Yeah."
  Harry turned to him. "You must be jesting."
  "Nope."
  Glog went back into his dark and dank cave.
  Tom sat down. "I haven't the slightest clue at what we can do
to distract the poor unfortunate."
  "I'll make it worth your while," Clap offered.
  Tom shook his head. "Thank you anyway, but I much prefer women,
as opposed to members of the same sex."
  "No you fool! How about if I can get all you better jobs?"
  The orcs were listening to him. Harry spoke up. "Can you really
do it?"
  Clap thought. "Well, I have informally met the author, so..."
  Ed pops up. "Anything to get the story moving. What do you guys
want?"
  The orcs looked at each other, then huddled and whispered to
one another. "We'll get back to you on that," Tom said.
  "Very well." Ed walked off.
  Dick pulled out a paper and unrolled it on the ground. It was
the size of a house blueprint.
  "What do you guys have in mind?" Clap asked as he looked over
the paper. "I can't even read it."
  "Of course," Dick announced proudly, "It's in orcish."
  "Ah."
  Tom turned to Clap. "We're going to do is use the good ol'
fashioned method of the net. Examine here." Tom pointed to a
section of the blue-print with his pointer. "We attach a net to
one of the trees above the cave. When he comes out, we level it
on him. Simple."
  Harry grunted. "Yes. Too simple. Mother said you were always
simple minded. It won't work."
  "We'll see," Tom shot back.

               *              *              *

  Dick looked at his watch. "By my calculations," (he looked at
his calculator as well), "he should be coming out...now."
  Sure enough, Glog made his appearance.
  "Now," Dick said, cuing them to drop the net.
  Clap cut the rope, and the net fell gracefully from the
branches, and onto Glog's humongous form.
  "It worked!" Tom whispered to Harry. "See!"
  Glog pulled it off.
  "See? See what?" Harry bonked Tom on the head. "It DIDN'T
work."
  Glog yawned and walked back into the cave.
  Clap sighed. "Now what?"
  Tom went back to the blue-print. "Plan B."

               *              *              *

  Harry looked at Tom stringing the meat from another branch in
front of the cave, using a ladder. "You sure it will work THIS
time, brother dear?"
  "I'm stringing it just out of Glog's reach. He'll spend forever
trying to reach this morsel of food, or climbing the tree. Either
way, he will be more than occupied for the specified amount of
time needed."
  "Whatever you say." Clap sat next to Dick. "Your other two
brothers don't like each other much, do they?"
  "Not particularly. There has always been a sense of sibling
rivalry between my brothers. Since they are fraternal twins, they
competed for my parents' approval in all matters. I, on the other
hand, am older than both of them. Our parents generally left me
alone."
  "Hmmm." Clap looked at the other two finishing up. Tom put the
ladder away, and they approached.
  Clap was confused. "Should we signal to 'big-and-ugly?'"
  Tom shook his head. "No. He'll pick up the scent and come on
out."
  Five minutes later, Glog showed his ugly face outside once
more. He seemed to be sniffing at the air with his huge nostrils.
He then spotted the hanging meat.
  He tried to reach it, but couldn't.
  "It worked," Tom whispered.
  Glog stopped for a moment, and looked at the tree it was
hanging from.
  Harry looked. "He seems to be heading for the tree."
  Glog stopped in front of the trunk.
  Dick spied the opening. "Hey, Clap! There's your chance! Go for
it!"
  Clap got up.
  Dick stopped him. "No. Stop."
  "What?" Clap looked down at him.
  "Take a look."
  Glog put both arms around the tree and pulled it up from the
ground.
  Clap and company's eyes bulged out. "Wow," was all that Clap
could say.
  Glog laid it on the ground and picked up the meat. He sniffed
it, nodded in acceptance, and proceeded to chomp on it while
going back to his cave.
  Clap sighed. "Any more bright ideas?"
  Tom smiled. "Of course."  
  Clap whimpered. "Gee...that's swell."

               *              *              *

  Clap looked a the set-up in the middle of the clearing. He fell
over. "WHERE THE HELL DID YOU THREE FIND A STEREO SYSTEM IN THE
MIDDLE OF A FOREST?!"
  Tom looked up from his splicing of two cables. "Shhhh! This
requires intense concentration. I would appreciate it if you
could keep it down a little."
  "Ooooh. Sorry. My mistake." Clap sat down.
  After ten minutes (and some soldering), it was done. "It's
done," he said. "Hey Dick. You have the best voice. You sing."
  Dick took the mike.
  "What are you guys going to do?"
  Tom gave Clap the orders. "Okay, when Glog comes out to hear
the music, run in, okay?"
  Clap saw Harry setting up the keyboard. Tom grabbed his guitar.
"Ooooookay." Clap went to hide in the bushes.
  Dick signaled. "One, two, three, four."
  The music started up.
  "Watch out for Catmanjo! Where'd you come from? Where'd you go?
Where'd you come from, Catmanjo?" [AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, I know
these are not the lyrics. They're orcs, remember?]
  Clap hid back in the bushes to wait for Glog to come out.
  He did, and immediately walked past him.
  Clap got up and went for the cave.

               *              *              *

  Glog stood in front of the group. He just stood there, looking
at them. Dick continued his singing. Tom and Harry continued
playing.
  Two minutes later, all three orcs were laying on the ground,
twitching.
  Glog spat at them. "I hate the Red Necks."

               *              *              *

  Clap got the entrance of the cave. He could hear somebody
whimpering from in there. 
  "Help... Please..."
  The female voice was very faint. Barely above a whisper. It
seemed fatigued as if she had been calling all day and night.
He was about to take a step in when the music suddenly stopped.
Rather noisily too. Several screams followed.
  "Whoops," he turned back.
  Clap dove for the bushes.
  Glog trudged back into his home.
  Clap shook his head. "I don't understand. What happened to
them?" He journeyed back.
  He found them on the ground, twitching as they had done before.
  Clap kicked them apart. Putting his foot on Tom's chest, he
said, "Looks like that didn't work well either, did it?"

               *              *              *

  Clap was angered. "We HAVE to do something! We can't just leave
her down there! Think of something Tom!"
  Harry re-enforced Clap's argument. "Yeah!" He smacked Tom
again. "Think of something! We need a distraction!"
  Tom waved his hands. "A distraction? What do you want me to do?
Dress in drag and do the hula?"
  Clap glanced at Dick and Harry. "Not a bad idea."
  Tom waved his hands again. "Forget it. We don't have a grass
skirt."
  Dick snapped his fingers. "Darn, and I was looking for a little
bit of humor in this."
  Clap's nerves just snapped. "SCREW IT! I'LL DO IT BY MYSELF!"
He walked for the cave.
  "What're you doing?" Harry called after him.
  Clap stood in front of the cave. "Hey! Glog! Come show your
sorry ass out here!"
  Tom started to pull his hair out. "He's nuts!"
  Clap suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of fear overcome him.
'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Oh well, I'll continue
anyway.' Clap cupped his hands over his mouth. "Hey Glog! Your
mother wears combat boots! You're mother is so big, her high-
school picture was an aerial photograph!"
  Tom, Dick and Harry ran out after him. "Don't do it!" they
screamed.
  Glog's footprints could be heard (yes, footprints). Clap's plan
had worked. He dove for the bushes again.
  The orcs turned to watch him leave. Dick scratched his head.
"Why'd he do that?"
  The felt some very hot, and putrid smelling breath wade over
them. They turned back to the cave, to see the big smiling face
of Glog. He looked pleasantly agitated.
  Harry whimpered. "Uh...hi Glog."
  Tom, Dick and Harry disappeared into the forest with Glog in
hot pursuit.
  Clap smiled. "I'm smarter than I thought." He entered the cave.
It was dark. So dark, even a bat would get lost. He bumped into a
door. Taking the lantern that was on the floor (don't ask how he
knew it was there), he lit it and read the sign: THIS SPACE FOR
RENT.
  "Are we in Zork now?" Clap scratched his head and continued
walking down the tunnel.
  He heard the cries coming from deeper in. He was getting
closer. He walked for a long time. "Damn, when does this tunnel
end?"
  He stopped when he saw the end of the tunnel.
  Unfortunately, there was no light at the end of it.
  Instead, there was a beautiful young woman inside of a cell.
Her arms were bound above her head by shackles. Her feet dangled
about a foot from the floor. Her clothes were tattered and
ripped, but her long legs and thighs almost glowed in the dim
lantern light. Her brown hair descended in matted curls along her
shoulders. Her face was sweaty. Clap did notice it was a little
hot in the cave.
  The woman continued to whisper. "Help me..."
  'She hasn't seen the light of my lantern yet.' Clap stepped
closer to the cell. "Hello?" he called.
  The woman looked up at him, with pained eyes, almost in
disbelief. "My God... Someone is here..."
  Clap stepped up to the bars. "I'm here to rescue you, and get
rid of that troll." He looked at the bars. "Looks like I'll need
the keys. Does Glog have them?"
  "No... Just pull it open..."
  Clap did so. The door was so rusty, it looked like it couldn't
be locked anyway. She was definitely worn and tired but was still
beautiful though. Her large breasts were accentuated under the
cloth around her shoulders. He grabbed at the shackles and
pulled. It was no use. He pulled again for good measure.
  "I'll have to find something else to take these off with." He
turned. "I'll be right back."
  "Wait..." she called softly. "I need some water..."
  "Water?"
  "Something moist... My throat...is so dry, I can barely...
speak..." she gazed into his eyes with her own tortured ones.
  "Like what?"
  "Kiss me..." she said.
  He walked over and kissed her on the lips, then broke off.
  "No...," she said, "I'll drink your saliva..."
  "Isn't that unsanitary?" he asked.
  "I don't care...please..."
  Clap kissed her again, this time, he opened his mouth to meet
her own open mouth. Her mouth was indeed dry. He slipped his
tongue into her own, and explored the inner reaches of her mouth.
She moaned. Her own tongue tickled the roof of his. The two
probing instruments met, and stroked each other. Clap put his
hands on the wall to both sides of her. He could feel her legs
rubbing against the backs of his. She continued to suck on his
tongue, along with the saliva. He broke the kiss for some breath.
  "No, don't stop...it," she pleaded.
  Clap panted. "I...need to catch...my breath..."
  She looked around. "Glog will be back soon. You have to release
me."
  "I can't. The shackles are too tight."
  "Then you must remove it before he removes it."
  "Remove 'it?' Remove what?"
  "My virginity."
  "WHAT?!" Clap screamed.
  "Glog takes only virgins from the village. It's like a sixth
sense of his. He'll let me go if I'm not what he wants."
  Clap was uneasy. "Are you sure?"
  "Positive. Now, please hurry... I wouldn't want him to have
me... I'd rather give it to my rescuer..."
  "Uh..."
  "Don't talk. Just do it."
  Setting the lantern on the ground, Clap kneeled in front of
her, and reached up the remains of her dress. He felt the thin
fabric underneath and slipped it own her legs. She inhaled when
he did. He dropped the panties at her feet, and stroked her
thighs. She whimpered. He stuck his head under the dress and
stuck his tongue out into the darkness.
  She clamped her thighs around his head and pulled him closer.
  Clap was about to be suffer asphyxiation from lack of air. Yet
he continued his assault on her nest. Putting his hands on her
thighs, he pried her legs from around him and stood back up.
  Pulling off her bra and upper clothing, he looked at the large
mounds in front of him. The nipples were already rock-hard. He
admired them, and looked up at the woman's face.
  "By the way, what's your name?"
  "Ki...Kiki...I'm the mayor's dau-"
  His lips sought out her left nipple. Kiki cried out. His right
hand stroked her right breasts, running his knuckles under and
over the soft globe of flesh, teasing the nipple between his
fingers. His left hand reached down to her nest yet again.
Massaging the area, she bucked her hips. He entered two of his
fingers to see her reaction.
  Amid the sharp intake, she moved upward with the sensation. He
pressed deeper, but was blocked by the feeling of some soft flesh
deep inside her.
  'Hmmm,' he thought.
  "Don't do this... Just.. Just..." Kiki panted, unsure of
herself.
  He de-latched himself from her breast, and pulled off his own
pants. He put her legs onto his shoulders. Pulling her legs open,
he slid his member into her tight wetness.
  She yelped when she felt it probe into her body.
  Clap thrust upward, but...she was too far up. He couldn't get
in far enough. He made do with the room he had. Even on his toes
he couldn't reach far enough to break through her soft barrier.
He kept up the pace, her fluids draining out onto his hardness as
her sluiced in and out. He then realized: he wouldn't be able to
save her.
  He heard footsteps. Large ones.
  Clap stopped dead in mid thrust.
  Kiki gasped. "Why are you stopping?"
  Clap heard more footsteps. "Glog is back..."
  "I...don't care," she panted, "...don't leave me
unsatisfied..."
  He pulled out from her writhing body, amid the desperate cries
of release from her, her body, and his own.
  'Too long to put on my pants.' He scanned around. He grabbed
her panties and pulled them on. Readying his sword, he hid in the
darkness.
  It was Glog. He seemed a lot bigger to Clap down here than
outside. 'How can I get rid of him?'
  Glog seemed concerned that the door to the cell was open.
  Kiki was still pleading, "Don't leave me unsatisfied..."
  Glog's pace sped up. He stood at the entrance to the cell,
looking at Kiki.
  Glog took a step forward.
  He promptly stumbled forward, hit his head on the wall, and
fell over.
  His neck was broken.
  Clap pulled his foot out of the doorway, and sheathed his
sword. He chuckled. 'That was easier than I thought.' He picked
up the keys from Glog's dead body and freed her. 
  She dropped to the ground and rubbed her hands. "I'm free..."
She her bra back on.
  Clap sighed. "Yeah, we better get out of her now. This stench
is getting to me."
  She smiled.
  He pulled on his pants, and searched around a bit, finding two
necklaces, a ruby, and a bag full of twenty gold pieces. "Come
on," he said.
  She tried to stand, but couldn't. She got up, but fell back
down. "I can't."
  "I'll carry you," Clap offered. He picked up her light-weight
body in his arms, and began the walk out.
  "You never finished," she said.
  Clap grunted. "There were other things to take care of."
  "Then finish it," she begged.
  "How about when we get outside?"
  "N-"
  Clap shrugged. "Of course, if you don't want to..."
  "No!" she screamed. "We'll wait."
  Outside, Tom, Dick and Harry were gathered around a fire.
  They had what appeared to be bandages and casts on.
  Harry's head popped up when they exited the cave. "Damn! We
thought you were killing her down there! We heard screams."
  Clap blushed. "Well..."
  Harry put up a hand. "I don't want to hear about it." He looked
at Clap again. "By the way, who's the lovely young damsel?"
  Clap looked at her. "Uh...she's the mayor's daughter. Her
name's Kiki."
  She yelped as he dropped her. "That hurt!" she whined as she
rubbed her sexy little ass.
  Tom hobbled over in crutches. "Pleased to make your
acquaintance. I'd kiss your hand, but I can't."
  Dick called out, "Hey Clap, we're going to be leaving for a
while."
  Clap was shocked. "Why?"
  "Ed has got us a maintenance position over at 'ftp.std.com,'
through its moderator, MegaZone."
  Clap walked over and shook all of their hands. "I'll be sorry
to see you go."
  Dick laughed. "Don't worry. You'll be seeing us around."
  Clap laughed. "See you around then."
  Tom hobbled off. "Take care." Dick and Harry followed him.
  Clap waved as they disappeared.
  Kiki nudged him in the hip. "Now, where were we?"
  Clap gulped.
    
                    >>> END OF PART 2 <<<