&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& MUNE KNIGHT -- PART 3 -- OAF &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& By Ed Hrzic &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Copyright (c) 1995 by Ed Hrzic &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& ----------------------------------------------------------------- Previous parts available at "ftp.std.com" in "archives/anime-fan- works/Miscellaneous/EdFics" along with most of my other fics. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Send comments to "bd981@yfn.ysu.edu". Thanks! ----------------------------------------------------------------- ***************************************************************** WARNING! This FanFic contains scenes of sexual descriptions. ***************************************************************** PART 3 -- "Cave of the Four Armed Women" "Uh wellllllllll..." Clap trailed off. Kiki nudged him again. "Come on. You promised." She gave him a sad face. Clap shook his head. "I... I can't..." Kiki gave him a skeptical look. "You could earlier. Why not now?" "You're not in danger now." "YOU'LL be in danger if you don't," she crossed her arms. 'Shit, are ALL of the women in that village so pushy?' Clap thought. "Please?" she asked. "I..." Clap looked away. "Please? Please?" she begged. Clap's hormones took over once again. His eyes went down her body, his gaze mentally caressing her breasts, followed by her waist, her hips... The head in his pants was now becoming the brains of this operation. Kiki smiled slightly. "Does that mean a 'yes?'" Clap grabbed her hips and shoved them against his. "I suppose so..." she breathed. He lowered his lips to her neck, and drew a trail from there, up to her lips. Silently sucking tongues, they roamed their hands up and down each other's backs. Kiki had already wrapped her legs around one of his and was rubbing herself. He brought her over to the tree next to the pond, and pushed her back to the tree. Removing his belt, he pulled her arms above her head, and bound her hands to the lowest branch. "So you're in to THAT type of thing." "I does have its allure..." Clap said, then began licking his way down her body, stopping to remove the barriers of clothing between them. Kiki writhed as he sunk his face into her thighs. She pulled his face closer with her legs and began to cry out. He stood up and pulled her legs open once again. With another yelp from her, and groan from him, he slowly disappeared into her womanhood and began the slow rhythm to ecstacy. 'Geez, this is getting better and better the more times that I do it.' From her position, Clap pulled her legs up and put them over his shoulders. 'I DO like this!' Then Clap remembered that he had to break through her to get anywhere else. 'Or perhaps not,' he thought. He used what length he could receive out of her, slowly rubbing himself around in her opening. Kiki's tongue slid out of her mouth as she arched her head back...and hit the tree. "Ow!" she screamed. Clap latched onto her lips. Meanwhile, Kiki was having the time of her life. Slowly being stimulated by the Clap's member, she delightful sensations were shooting through her at incredible rates. That wasn't the only thing shooting through her. With a groan and a cry, Clap sputtered into an orgasm. Kiki followed when the warm fluid coated her insides. * * * Kiki, after three hours of sleep, got up. To make sure the events passed had actually happened, she reached down and felt her... "WHAT?!" she screamed as the realization hit her. Clap woke up. "What is it?" "I'm still a virgin!" 'Oh, she found out already...' She wrapped her hands around his neck and shook. "Take my virginity, you stupid fool!" 'Don't you wish every guy could have this happen to him?' Clap broke free. "Stop that!" She got up and started to walk away. "Where are you going?" "Back to town! Where else would I go?" She stopped and screamed as loudly as she could, then ran back to Clap's arms. "Back so soon?" he asked. "There's....there's something over there!" "Huh?" Clap took a look. An old man stepped out of the forest. "Uh, excuse me." "No problem," Clap said, extending his hand in friendship. "You're going to make friends with him when he scared the shit out of me?!" Clap grimaced back at Kiki. "A beginning level adventurer needs all of the NPC's he can get." The old man laughed. He was carrying a backpack, and holding a wooden cane. "Quite right. I was wondering if you can help me." "With what?" "My name's George, and, well, I'm an inventor, and have a cottage in these woods. Perhaps it would be better if I explained there over some warm rabbit broth." Clap licked his lips in satisfaction. "Sounds like a plan." He glanced back to Kiki, who was sulking as she sat next to the tree. "Want to come, Kiki?" "Of course...and I'll go with you, too..." * * * The George opened the door to the small cottage. Inside was one of those 'defy-the-laws-of-nature-house,' much bigger on the inside than on the outside. It was a lab. Clap picked up something that looked like a gun. George slapped his hand, which mad Clap drop it back where he found it. "Don't touch anything! You have no idea what it might do!" Clap rubbed his hand. "Say, I thought electronics wouldn't be harnessed as an energy source for at least a few more centuries." "Don't ask. I only do what I'm told to do in this fanfic." Kiki, still sulking, looked around at the other objects in the lab. "So, what do you need help on?" Clap asked, picking up another object as he sat down. George calmly grabbed it away from him and stood next to a table that was propped upright, a sheet covering it. "What's in there?" Clap said as he surveyed the covering. "This!" George yelled as he dramatically whipped the covering aside. "The Cyber Stellar Android Fesl!" Clap's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. On the table was a an incredibly cute woman, with a very short skirt and blouse on. Her silver hair fell to her knees, and from either side of her head, an antennae extended from her temples. "Nice!" Clap said. George coughed, "Yes, I thought so, too." Clap prodded at one of her thighs, and asked, "So, what do you need my help for?" "Fesl needs a special power source." "Wouldn't electricity be enough?" "No. It requires a magical fluid that exists only in the caves deep within the forest that I can put in my special batteries." Clap groaned. "Don't tell me. It's a type of orgasmic fluid, right?" George gave him a quizzical look. "No. Why would it be that?" "Don't ask." Clap sighed and sat back in the chair. "So, you're going to make me run around in a dark cave, fighting monsters, because you need magical fluid." "You catch on fast." "What will I be getting out of this?" George thought. "I can make it worth your while." "Sorry," Clap resolved, "I prefer women." Ed smacked both of them. "That joke's already been done!" They heard moans coming from elsewhere in the lab. George looked up. "I guess your friend discovered the steam- powered vibrator that I made for my younger cousin Mashi..." * * * Clap walked around in the forest, looking for the cave that George said to go to. He stopped in the middle of the path and screamed. "DOES EVERY BLOODY FANTASY STORY HAVE TO HAVE A FOREST IN IT?!" He heard moans coming from up ahead on the path. They were more moans of pain than anything else. He investigated it further, to find that three orcs were limping their way down the path. Clap immediately recognized them. "Well! If it isn't Tom, Dick and Harry!" Harry groaned in pain. He had a sling around his right arm and a cast on his left leg. Tom and Dick had similar apparel. "What happened to YOU guys?" Dick, rubbing a swollen cheek, moaned, "MegaZone got a little mad when we accidentally deleted the root directory of the ftp site." Clap whistled. "Bad move." "It's all HIS fault!" Tom pointed to Harry. "Was not!" Tom and Harry got into the typical Ranma-grapple battle. Clap turned his attention to Dick. "I need to find a cave. Do you know where it would be?" "Probably, since I know this forest like the back of my hand...which is covered at this moment..." Dick looked at his cast. "It's supposed to be the one with the magical fluid in it." "Ah!" Dick exclaimed. "I know exactly which one. Follow the path to the first left, then the second right, then left, then left again, then take another right. Then it'll be right in front of you." "Ah..." Clap said, slightly confused. "Glad to be of service. Now, if you'll excuse me..." Dick picked up his struggling brothers, "I'll take care of these two..." Tom screamed, "Was too!" Harry screamed back, "Was not!" They disappeared again. 'Hmm, which way again? I forgot.' Ed smacked him on the head with a computer keyboard. "Maybe THAT'LL jog your memory" Clap had a burst of realization. "Oh! Now I remember!" Follow the directions that the author does not care to repeat, he stood in front of the cave. A small sign above the entrance read, 'CAVE III. For characters level 3 or greater. Home of the magical fluid, and the Four-armed Tentacular Women.' "Tentacular Women?" Clap pulled out his character sheet. "Hmm...looks like I'm only at level 2 right now. I need to go up a level." He put away the piece of paper and looked back. As he started walking away, he shouted, "Oh Tom! Oh Dick! Oh Harry! I need some help!" * * * About three hours later, Clap came back with a big smile, and an extra level in experience. Clap clapped his hands. "Okay! Time to go in!" Clap pulled out his sword and began the trek down into the cave halls. He came upon a rather large door, with a small booth in front of it. A small sign above the booth said 'TOLL BOOTH.' "Tool booth? IN HERE?!" Clap walked up to it. A kobold was inside, sharpening his nails. "What's the toll booth for?" Clap asked. "To get into the depths of the cave. Cost is 20 gold pieces." "Hmm, okay," Clap handed pulled out his bag and began to count. He stopped and said, "Do I get a complementary map and/or brochure with this purchase?" "Of course. And you also get a half-price ticket for the next time that you come here." Clap finished counting the gold and handed it over. The goblin pulled a lever next to the cash register, and it opened. The goblin deposited the money into the register, gave Clap his receipt, a complementary map, brochure, and half-price ticket. He pulled another lever, and the door opened. "Have a nice stay." Clap disappeared into the door, and it closed behind him. The goblin went back to his sharpening. "If you come out. Those four-armed women are murder...on ones fluids. They're nymphos." * * * Tripping several times, Clap tried to read the brochure in the dark. "Have a pleasant stay in Cave III. Full of fun atmosphere. We're so sure you'll enjoy it, you'll stay here for the rest of your short-lived life." And in small print, Clap continued to read, "You're life WILL be short-lived if you stay here." "Wonderful." The cave got darker. He tripped again, and when he hit the ground, he stayed there for a few moments. He thought, then crawled his way to a rock, sitting upon it. "I'm getting nowhere in here. They should have given me a complementary lantern. What I wouldn't give for a light right now." Instantly, the cave lit up. "Thanks," he said, not realizing. He paused, and looked up at the four-armed woman standing in front of him. "Uh...hi." She smiled. He looked around at the surrounding army of women, much like her. "I'm in trouble...aren't I?" They all smiled. Clap fell over from the effects of the sleep spell that was cast at him. * * * Clap woke up in a cell. He sat upward, noticing that his equipment was gone. All of it. "My half price coupon!" "I wouldn't worry to much about it," he heard a voice say. He turned to see a young man sitting in a corner of the room. "The name's Winchester. I'm a prisoner, just like you." "How long have you been here?" "About a month. A stumbled upon this cave, paid the toll, got in, and got captured. I'm stuck here now." "It must be horrible." "We're sorta like slaves here." "How so?" "We do whatever they want, whenever they want. Take two days ago, for example. I was sleeping soundly. It must have been two in the morning. They wake me up. It seems that one of them was feeling a little tense from the day, so they wanted me." "Who are 'they'?" "The four-armed women, of course!" "Ah..." Winchester laid back down. "Normally, it would be heaven, but I haven't any strength left. They sap all of my strength every time. They're nymphos." "Oh." Two of the women walked up to the cell, wearing armor and carrying swords. "Not again..." Winchester whimpered. "You...Winchester. Get up, in both ways. You're needed for more servicing." Winchester hung his head. One of the women grabbed him. "Get up, now!" She was dragging him away. He waved back mournfully. "See you later...if I survive..." Winchester disappeared around a corner. "You," the other woman pointed at Clap. "Yes?" "You'll be needed, too. The princess wants to see you." "Oh boy! I get to meet a princess!" Clap stood up, happily. They began walking. Clap was skipping somewhat. "You're a strange one." He stopped. "Yes, but my heart is pure." "Pure what?" she asked. "THAT I haven't been able to figure out yet." "You're cute though." Clap blushed. "Thanks." "Maybe after the princess if finished, you and I could-" "Could what?" Clap asked. "Don't be so naive," she said. "Ah. Sure. Why not?" She smiled. They walked through a small opening, which opened into a huge cave. A whole city was housed inside the cave. A large hole in the top of the cave let in sunlight which covered the entire city. "Wow. It's a whole city!" "Yes, it is pretty impressive. Come, we must go to the palace." Needless to say, the palace was quite large, and walking around in it to meet the princess took quite a while. She was seated in the throne room, her right leg over the right arm of the throne, fixing her hair. Clap stared at the princess for a moment. Long blue hair fell over her shoulders, and the type of dress she wore didn't do too much to hide her figure -- two strips of fabric, originating at the choker on her neck, and ending at the waist, held her breasts from total view, even though the supple mounds her visible, waist as well, dropping to her knees. The female guard went down to one knee. "Your highness...the birthday present from your mother. We searched, and he was the most pleasing looking one we could find." Clap stopped staring. 'Birthday present?' he thought. "Birthday present?" he echoed aloud. "He even SOUNDS cute," the princess said as she got up and walked up to him. She looked him over. "Don't you know to get down on your knees when in the presence of royalty?" With those long legs of hers, Clap wasn't about to argue. As he knelt down, he mentally undressed her (which only took about three seconds, since she wasn't wearing much to begin with). She pulled her head to rest upon one of her thighs, and she ran her fingers through his hair with two hands, while the other two stroked his cheeks. "I like a man on his knees," she purred. Clap purred back, and rubbed up against her thigh. The princess nodded. "I like him." She turned to the guard. "Tell my mother, 'thank you.' I'll be in my chambers with my 'present.'" The princess stood up and started to walk away. The guard leaned over to Clap. "Don't forget now," she whispered. Clap shrugged. "Forget what?" She licked her lips. "Oh! Right." "I'll pop up at one point or another. Be ready. I'm not very patient." She stood up and left. "Don't just kneel there!" The princess beckoned to Clap. "Follow me." He got up as eagerly as a puppy and sped after her. She giggled as she walked. Clap couldn't pull his eyes from her buttocks, which mesmerized him as she walked. She stopped at the end of the hall, and paused to whisper a spell. The door opened. They went inside. Clap turned back to look at the hall. The door closed in his face. Turning yet again, he surveyed the large room that he was in. There was a large pond to his left, complete with running water, steam rising from it. 'Hot spring,' he said to himself. Dotted around the room were various statues of nude women -- many by themselves, just as many in embraces with other women. "Nice touch," Clap said, touching on of the statue's legs. The remaining half of the room was essentially a large bed, or silk quilt, whatever you wish to call it, in the floor. "Well?" she asked, standing near the bed-area, "What do you think?" Clap looked around again. "Hmm...It could use some more earth- tones...maybe a salad bar in this corner..." "No you fool!" I was talking about ME!" "Oh! Exquisite," he replied. She nodded in appreciation. "Good. Now, come here," she demanded. Clap obeyed, and stood in front of her. She was slightly taller than him. She stepped forward to meet him, her upper hands reaching for his face, her lower ones for hi waist. She kissed him. "Why did you come here anyway?" "An acquaintance of mine needs the magical fluid that exists in this cave to power one of his inventions." "Oh, you mean the water over there?" she pointed to the hot spring. Clap hadn't realized the water was glowing blue. "That's the magical fluid?" he asked. "But there's something that's much better, and more powerful. Since we drink that magical water, it exists in our bodies. Now, royalty has magical powers unlike others in this world. I can give you a much BETTER fluid..." Playing the defiant one, Clap shook his head. "I don't believe you." "Oh no?" she stated. Stepping onto the bed, she extended her upper left hand, and small vial-like device appeared in a flash of red light. Using her lower hands, she shrugged out of the skimpy outfit, letting it pool at her feet. Immediately, Clap took a liking to her body. 'Yikes,' his mind moaned. She gracefully and seductively slid down to a sitting position, fully aware of the effect it was having on her one-man audience. Switching the vial to her lower-left hand, she squeezed her breasts tightly together, plucking at the nipples, and rubbing them with a soft moan. Her remaining free hand slid its way down her body to her thighs, stroking her hand up and down the area. Then, with a swift stroke, slipped a finger up into her softness. She yelped in reaction, and moistened her entire sex with the liquid that coated her finger. Pulling her petals apart with that same hand, she clenched her teeth and pushed the device into her body, removing her fingers at once. Several minutes of stroking with the surrogate let to an arching orgasm. After a few moments of calming down and catching her breath, she removed the device, that was now full of her own magical liquid. Clap was about to explode (in both ways). "Here you go," she said in a fatigued voice, dangling the vial in front of him. Clap reached for it. Drawing it back away from him, she shook her head. "You won't get it for a while. YOU are supposed to be my present, remember?" Clap nodded. The vial disappeared in a flash of red light. "It will be safely stored until...well, until I see fit to give it to you. You're going to have to work for it, though." She smiled evilly while looking at the bulge in his pants. "And work you shall...starting immediately." She opened up all four of her arms to him. Clap, of course, was undressed as soon as she said it, and into those arms. Since foreplay was pretty much useless at this point, Clap spread her legs, found the spot her was looking for, and proceeded to sink into her. A squeal escaped from her trembling mouth. She wrapped her upper arms around his waist, and her lower ones around his hips, pulling him farther and farther into her. Clap steadied himself by putting his hands above her shoulder, bracing for each and every thrust, using long and hard strokes. In a few moments, she entwined her legs around Clap's, and just as quickly cried out and loosened her grip. 'Hey! I'm not done yet!' he mind screamed, not to mention another part of his anatomy. She stirred somewhat, with long breaths, and pulled herself from Clap. She turned around with her back to him and kneeled there. He was definitely frustrated. After a few moments, she looked back over her shoulder. "What are you waiting for? Keep going!" Clap wasted no time in moving up to her body. He kissed her neck, and reached around to work at her breasts. All four hands guided his to their destinations. He massaged them, and squeezed her nipples as tightly as he could. She yelped in pain, but proceeded to moan when he rubbed them with his soft hands. When he pulled them away, she continued what he had started. She used her upper arms to steady herself when he pushed her forward. She continued to work at herself with her lower hands. He found the spot again, and sunk in quickly, making her buck forward. He pulled back on her hips, sheathing himself all of the way to the hilt. She thrashed her head around, her hair flying in every which direction. She clenched her inner muscles, preventing him from trying to escape. Escape is not what he sought. Release was 'Priority One.' She fell forward, burying her crying face into the material of the bed. It wasn't long before she spasmed again. This time, Clap did as well. He groaned, and slowed down his actions when he released himself. 'What a mind blowing-' "We're not finished yet. Keep...going..." she whispered quietly to him. "WHAT?!" * * * Several hours, and positions, later, Clap looked at the ceiling of the room while listening to the running water of the pond. And to the princess' snoring. 'I can't believe she fell asleep...and in the middle of an orgasm,' he grunted. Clap had to admit he was a little sore from the eight-hours rendezvous, and drained, but he did enjoy it. Something kept bringing his mind back to what Winchester had said earlier... He heard someone whispering from the window. "Psst!" He looked toward the disturbance. Someone was out there, but since it was night, he couldn't make out who. Sitting up, he whispered, "Who is it?" The woman stepped into the room from the window. "It's me...Khami." The female guard. "I didn't know who it was, sorry." She was still wearing her armor. She trembled a little, though. "Are you ready?" she said, reaching for her sword belt. "Here?! What is the princess wakes up?!" Khami shook her head. "She's an extremely heavy sleeper. A dragon attack wouldn't wake her up, let alone a person screaming in the throes of passion." "What if someone else hears?" "They'll just think it's the princess? I just want one little encounter. I'm not a nympho like most of the other people in this town." She pulled off her breast-plate (ha!). It clanged to the ground and echoed throughout the room. Clap winced at the sound, and looked over at the princess. Still sleeping. 'Whew. I guess Khami was right.' With a tackle, Khami was down on the bed, wrapped around Clap, bucking wildly at the thrusts. * * * Clap had a smile on his face. He was asleep, but the princess could see it. "Well, well," she breathed, "I guess he did enjoy it as much as I did." "Khami..." Clap whispered. The princess became infuriated. She screamed in anger at what he said. Clap was shocked awake, and was terrified at the angry princess. "HOW DARE YOU CALL ANOTHER WOMAN'S NAME! YOU ARE MINE, AND MINE ALONE, AND I EXPECT YOU TO ACT ACCORDINGLY! I AM THE PRINCESS OF THIS CITY! NOW, I HAVE NO TOLERANCE FOR YOU!" "But-" was all that Clap could say before he was knocked unconscious from the effect of the sleep spell. * * * "Welcome back," Winchester greeted Clap, as Clap was thrown (yes, thrown) into the cell. Clap stood up and dusted himself off. "This sucks," Clap said. "Not as hard as some of the women here," Winchester doubled over, holding his crotch. "I think I'll live a celibate lifestyle when I get out of here...if I get out of here." Clap sat on a bench and laid back. "That princess fell asleep right in the middle of an orgasm." "Say what? You were with the princess?! How was it?" "Good, but her guard was better. I was supposed to be her birthday present." "So, why are you back here?" "I called the guard's name instead of hers when I was barely conscious, and she heard. Now, I'm scheduled to be executed by gladiatorial combat." "Ouch. At least you'll be getting out of here." Clap gave him a quizzical glance. "Hey, dead or alive, you're getting out of here." * * * Clap stood in the middle of the arena, facing the royalty box seats. People were speaking as they gathered into the seats of the arena. The blaring of the horns signalled the approach of the princess. Everyone became silent and took to their seats. She entered, followed by her messenger, and sat down. The messenger pulled out a scroll of paper, and began reading aloud. "For crimes against the princess of Cave III, you have been sentenced to death by gladiatorial combat. If you by some chance beat the astounding odds and win, you shall be set free." She rolled the scroll back up. "But, frankly, I must say: NOT BLOODY LIKELY!" The crowd laughed, and the messenger continued. "Go to the green corner, and you will be given your weapon." Clap sighed and went to the green corner, just as he was asked. An armored woman stood there, with his weapon. It was Khami. Clap smiled. "Glad to see you again." "Be quiet. I've got a plan..." Clap slapped his head. "If you'll pardon me, I hate plans. Call it a...bad experience." "Listen! The best thing to do is fight for a bit. Do you see the red gate over there?" She pointed across the arena. He nodded. "Well, there's an exit out there. Fight for a bit, and I'll open the gate a bit later on. Run for it when you see it open. I'll be waiting." "This is no time to think about sex, Khami!" "No! I'm going with you." "Huh?" "I don't want to stay here in this city. I'm leaving. These nymphomaniacs are really getting to me. I, myself, am straight. If I stay here any longer..." she shuddered. The crowd cheered as the red gate began to open. "Good luck," she said, handing him the weapon. "A bokken?! Geez, the odds ARE stacked against me." She pinched his left buttock and he jumped to the center of the arena. Out from the gate stepped HUGE woman, with four arms as well, carrying a very large, very crude, and very rusty battle-axe. He would guess that the weapon was as long and as wide as he was tall. The gate behind her closed. "Wonderful! I get the freaking stick while she gets the battle- axe from hell! How can things get any worse?" The woman roared in animalistic fashion, stepping toward the center of the arena, in front of Clap. Clap nervously waved. "H-hi...You wouldn't happen to know Goro, would you?" The gladiator swung her axe. Clap ducked under it, kicked her shin, and ran around the arena. 'Fight for a while? THAT? You've got to be kidding, Khami!' * * * Khami ran through the castle, trying to find Clap's original equipment. She found the Storage Room in no time at all, and started looking through it. She found his stuff hanging from a hook. She grabbed it and slung the pack on her back, and attached the sword to her belt. She then looked around again. "Might as well take whatever I can. I won't be coming back." Taking a grocery bag from the dispenser on the wall, she started throwing stuff into it. "Chain mail halter and loin- cloth...Kevlar lingerie...Scale plated silk panties...jeweled short sword...jeweled dagger...stainless-steel whip...gems...diamond necklace...some stuff I'm taking for fun..." She looked up at a glowing object on a shelf. "What the hell is this?" She picked it up. It looked like a small vial that was glowing blue. "Whatever it is, I'll take it." She turned back to the room. "Now, what else can I take?" * * * Clap swung the bokken downward, gracefully, with a jumping attack, down on he gladiator's arm. Unfortunately, the spectacular attack was for naught -- the bokken snapped on her arm. Clap looked up and whimpered. The gladiator gave him a big, toothy smile, juts before backhanding him across the arena. He slammed into the wall, next to the red gate. He noticed that it was slightly opened. 'Guess it's now or never.' With a painful grunt, he rolled into the opening. As soon as he did, Khami picked him up. "Here's your stuff!" She threw down his backpack and sword. "This way!" They started running down the halls, only to encounter two guards. "Halt!" the both cried, extending their swords. Khami pulled her spear from its sheath on her back. Ducking downward, she flung herself forward, shoving the point into the nearest guard's chest. She twisted it, sending blood spilling onto the floor. The other soon followed upon the blade of Khami's weapon. "Nice," Clap whistled. "Hurry up!" she shot back, still running. She turned back. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Clap finished pulling the panties off of the guards. They started running again. "Trying to get a cheap feel off of the dead?!" "No. I wear women's underwear." * * * Khami was starting to shake the goblin senseless. "Close the bloody door!" "Alright!" the goblin whimpered, pulling the lever. "I'm glad you had a pleasant stay." Khami and Clap walked outside and collapsed under a tree, panting heavily. Clap finished catching his breath. "Good thing I kept that half-price coupon, or we would have never gotten out. I didn't know you had to pay to get out. He wouldn't even take my larger coins. Only exact change..." "Shit!" he screamed. "What?!" she said, sitting upright. "I forgot the magical fluid!" "What?" "I came to the cave to her the magical fluid. Looks like it was a waste." "Forget about it," she consoled him, "Take a look what I stole from the storage room!" She dumped the bag onto the ground. The small vial rolled over to his knee. "Here it is!" he laughed, picking up the vial and looking at it, triumphantly. "The fluid's in there?" "Yeah, courtesy of the princess." They heard a roar. Both turning slowly, they saw the gladiator, standing over them, axe poised, ready to rain hell down upon them. Khami leaned over to Clap. "I think she's looking for you." Clap winced. The gladiator picked him up and started shaking him. Clap closed his eyes. Suddenly, her eyes turned upward in their sockets. She dropped him, and keeled over...dead. Clap looked up to see what happened, and he came face-to-panty with a woman in a bustier, panties, and stockings, with a cape draped around her body. A bloody sword pointed at him. "Hand over the valuables, and you won't get hurt. Neither of you." >>> END OF PART 3 <<<