The Skin Game

(c) 2006 by Artful Dom

This story is intended for "adults" if you are not legally an
adult by your home state or country's definition, stop now, do
not read this


Chapter 10 - High Adventure (No sex, TG, Exh, Fantasy, FDom, MDom, Magic,
Violence & Gore)

The next day dawned cloudy and cool.  The cool breeze from the North had turned
into a chill wind and dark gray clouds were forming overhead.  By the time
breakfast was done distant thunder could be heard.  As the wagons were forming
up, Kaessi's wagon was again in back.  Vrendan walked back and stood at the
tailgate to speak with the the half elves once they had gotten aboard.

"It's best you stay in the wagon today little slave, and perhaps you too your
ladyship.  This weather doesn't look good."

Jesera nodded, "I think your words are well spoken.  We'll stay in the shelter
of the wagon this day."

Vrendan nodded and walked away.  The two girls curled up under a blanket and
were soon fitfully dozing.  It was a good day to sleep, and if the road had been
smoother or the wagon suspension better, they would have.  As it was, they
drowsed, rarely speaking, or even moving from the their little nest of blankets
among the boxes.

At lunch time they came out of the wagon just long enough to get some food and
empty their bladders.  A light rain was falling adding to the chill of the day. 
By the time they got back into the wagon Kaessi was shivering, and Jesera not
far behind her.  Her sheer gown soaked through.  She undressed and they began to
causally and gently kiss and caress.  The wagons bumped along and their passion
slowly began to build, until suddenly a roar of many voices and the thunk of
crossbows firing interrupted their afternoon revere.  The wagon jerked to a halt
and the oxen began to below in pain.

The both sprang to their feet at the rear of the wagon.  Rushing toward the
small caravan from the North were dozens of orcs.  Almost lost in their roar
they could hear Vrendan, William and Hern shouting.  Jesera jumped from the tail
gate of the wagon.  She stood, a proud golden goddess in the wan grey light of
the rainy day and began to chant.  A cross bow bolt sizzled past her and she
didn't even flinch.  She flung her hands up and outward and a large golden ball
of light shot outward.  When it met the onrushing orcs it exploded in a blast
like the end of the world. Half a dozen orcs were incinerated, or tossed into
the air to land roughly and lay unmoving.

As Jesera began another chant Kaessi grabbed the awning of the wagon and pulled
herself upward.  She could see that Jesera's spell had skewed the line.  The
orcs nearest them were down and few others were eager to rush their wagon.
Vrendan, the twins, Hern, William and Izhak formed a pitiful line of defense as
about forty orcs rushed at them.

The next to attack was Izhak.  He hissed out one of his peculiar songs and
gestured with an outstretched claw.  She saw a pale smoky image of a snake fly
from him and strike an onrushing orc.  It struck him and wrapped around him.  He
fell to the ground and began to scream as the ghost snake began to squeeze the
life from his body.

Then as one both Hern and William darted forward.  Meeting the charging orcs
away from the wagons.  They were like harvesters of death.  William's great two
handed sword swept out and split one orc in half at the waist, then with the
blade still moving, barely slowed by passing through a body, he continued the
stroke to plunge it point first into a second orc.  He yanked it free and used
the motion to sweep the blade to the side, beheading a third orc.

Hern's mighty ax was hewing legs, arms and heads from the orcs around him in a
spray of gore.  In moments the ground around Hern and William became a mire of
mud made from dirt, rain and the blood of their foes.

Odan joined the fray, dodging weaving and striking like lightening.  His hands
and feet lethal weapons rupturing organs, breaking bones.  If the orcs had been
bowling pins, he would have been a 16 pound ball spun down lane by a champion
bowler. 

Kaessi was impressed.  This was the first time that she had really seen her
companions in action and it was apparent that they did indeed posses the power
and skill of 21st level characters.  The battle had been going on for less than
a two minutes and already at least of dozen of their attackers were down.

But something wasn't right.  The hairs at the nape of her neck seemed to stand
on end.  She turned and glanced to the South, the side of the road opposite the
onrushing attackers.  She alone saw the double handful of orcs slinking slowly
toward the wagons.  A large half orc festooned with gold and carrying a sword
walked slowly behind them.  Kaessi knew he was a leader, if not the leader of
this entire band.  He wouldn't be a push over.  Orcs ruled by force of arms. 
Half breeds that rose to rank were especially vicious and skilled.

She glanced back at her companions, the orcs had closed and Jesera could no
longer use fireballs without frying herself or allies.  She was now hurling
smaller bolts of death magic, slaying single orcs.  William and Hern fought back
to back in a sea of flashing blades and gory mud.  Izhak stood with Teamsters
creating dozens of ghost snakes that slithered over the wet ground keeping the
orcs from swarming the wagons under their protection.  Odan had actually punched
through the oncoming line and was now attacking them from the rear.  She was the
only one not engaged.

Kaessi shouted a warning, "Ware to the rear!"  Then dropped back into the wagon
and snatched up her magic pouch.  Slinging it over her shoulder she plunged her
hand into it.  It was the nature of the bag that whatever item the wearer
desired came easily to their hand.  So as she flung herself from the wagon her
hand came out with a brace of throwing daggers.  She hit the ground and dropped
into a forward roll.  At the end of the roll she snapped to her feet using her
entire body like a spring to throw both knives with all her might. They flew
true and struck the two foremost orcs in their throats dropping them in their
tracks.  

Still running toward the orcs, again her hand plunged into the pouch.  Her hand
came out holding a bollo.  She tossed it into her left hand and began to swing
it as she ran. Her right hand went again into the bag and came out with her
staff. 

The orcs were no longer slinking.  Knowing they had been spotted they were now
running toward her.  This caused them to spread out a bit. Enough where if she
angled her route just a bit, she could engage them in smaller groups.  The
nearest cluster consisted of a single orc about a stride in front of two others
running side by side.  She threw the bollow low at the leading orc's legs, it
saw the weapon coming and leaped over it.  But Kaessi had thrown in such a way
that the two orcs behind him did not know it was coming and it hit both, not
tangling them, but causing them to stumble and fall.  This left the lead orc
bearing down on Kaessi with a battle ax raised for a strike.  She again thanked
the gods for the magic of her staff as she swung it up to take the blow from the
ax.

The staff caught the ax and the blade skidded down and to the side.  Kaessi
snapped the staff over, adding her own force to the down stroke of the ax and
forcing it into the ground.  Before the orc could react, Kaessi snapped her left
hand forward in a knife hand blow to his throat.  He let go of the ax and
dropped to his knees.  

The next group of orcs, having to detour around the two she had knocked to the
ground with the bollo were coming at her in a pincer.  Two from the left, two
from the right.  She fainted left, then dodged right, extending the staff like a
spear she smashed the nose of one orc who had been fooled and was not prepared
for a blow.  His companion stabbed at her viciously with a curved sword.  She
sidestepped, spun and did a back handed punch to his jaw dropping him in his
tracks.

She turned and slammed the tip of the staff down into one of the orcs on the
ground.  Then using the motion like a pole vaulter she threw herself into a side
kick, striking another of the oncoming orcs.  He went down, the wind knocked out
him.

Kaessi had a couple of seconds before the remaining five orcs were on her. She
snapped a blow over head and down at the only remaining orc in the second wave
of attackers.  He blocked the blow handily with his sword.  Unfortunately that
left him open for the snap kick to his balls causing him to spasm forward.  Her
kick was followed by a vicious knee to the face that flipped him backwards.

Kaessi then threw herself into another forward roll, the staff held crosswise
and managed to knock three more of the orcs to the ground in various states of
disorientation.  Bouncing to her feet, she followed up with a swift over hand
circular blow to the back of the neck on the orc to her right.  He fell, his
spine crushed.  She dropped to a crouch, causing the sweep of the last upright
orc's sword to pass over her head.  She dropped her staff and drew two more
daggers from her pouch.  She did a backwards flip away from the attacking orc
and, on landing threw the daggers.  One pierced his left eye, the other sliced
into his check.  He screamed and dropped to the ground.

Kaessi landed and turned, arms akimbo to face the half orc who had simply
continued to walk slowly forward.  She kept the other orcs in her peripheral
vision.  Four or five looked like they would be on their feet in a few moments. 
As they got up the leader drew a bright bladed broadsword, he snarled an order
in the tongue of the orcs and pointed at her.  Kaessi turned expecting the
survivors of her counter attack to rush her.  Instead they turned and began to
shamble toward the wagons.

The half orc smiled around his tusks and said in the trade tongue, "It 'ull be a
pity to split you open wit me sword.  You look like you might have made good
sport.  Even if you are a skinny litt'al elf."

Kaessi suddenly became acutely aware of the fact she faced this armed and
armored warrior nude save for her magic shoulder pouch, and empty handed.  Her
staff lay on the ground a few feet away and she was out of daggers.  She was a
trained martial artist, like Odan.  But she was not in Odan's league.  He was a
21st level Jiro Shan Warrior Monk.  She was only fourth level in that class. 
Combined with her thief skills, she was no push over, as she had just proven. 
But she was not well skilled, equipped or prepared for a stand up toe to toe
fight against a skilled, armed and armored warrior.

He stood and let her come to these realizations, then he began to cautiously
advance.  He did not rush forward giving her an opening as had his minions.  He
knew what he was doing.  She backed up, keeping an eye on him.  She only had to
last till help arrived, if it arrived.  The others had been fighting odds nearly
as bad as she had.  But she hoped help came soon, or she might find out what
happened if you died in the "game."

She decided to open out the space between them.  So she dropped backwards and
when into a back flip.  Unfortunately the half orc was much quicker than she
expected and he rushed forward actually closing the distance.  She landed and
tried to dodge around him, but he seemed to guess her intent and slashed
sideways.  She had to abort her action and drop to the ground to avoid his cut. 
After that she found herself rolling in the mud trying to avoid rapid stabs and
quick slashes.  She was tiring and he had all the advantages.  It was time for a
desperation move.  When he stabbed downward, she rolled into the blade instead
of away from it.  The flat was toward her and she knocked his arm wide.  Giving
her an opening.  She flung herself upward, realizing too late that it had been a
trap.  He had palmed a dagger in his other hand as they fought.

Her motion upward could not be checked in time and the dagger slammed into her
stomach, impaling her deeply.  She screamed in pain and grabbed the half orc's
wrist with both her hands.  He smiled and leaned forward, "Give us a kiss afore
I kill you and u'll make it quick."

Kaessi was in excruciating pain.  She was fighting to keep him from twisting the
blade in her belly.  And at any moment he could bring the sword up and finish
her.  It was at that moment she saw her last chance.

She let go of  his wrist and he twisted the dagger.  She screamed, blood mixed
with spittle spraying into the half orcs face.  Then she made a quick upward
strike with the heal of her hand into his nose.  First in, breaking the
cartilage, then upward, thrusting the jagged gristle into his brain.  He had
just enough time to register surprise, then they were both falling.

Kaessi lay in the soft rain atop her dead opponent.  Her wounds were serious,
fatal, if not attended to soon.  But she was at the end of her endurance.  Her
world faded slowly to black and she knew no more.

"Kaessi!  Kaessi!"  Kaessi was aware of someone calling her name.  She openned
her eyes and looked up at Jesera.  She became aware of things slowly.  The pain
was fading and she looked downward.  Izhak knelt, holding his hand over her
stomach and singing.  Soft rain continued to fall, so her body had streaks of
clean skin among the mud and gore covering her.  She looked back up at Jesera. 
Her mistress was also still nude, her hair and skin wet from the rain.  She
seemed to have some blood on her as well.  She hoped from their foes.  Finally
it occurred to her to speak.

"Yes mistress."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm feeling better."

"Izhak?  Will she be okay?"

Izhak finished his song and looked up.  "She wasss gravely wounded.  I have
healed much.  But she should take it easy for two or three daysss at least.  She
should give time for internal healing to complete the work of the magic."

"Thank you.  Oh gods, you have no idea how grateful I am."

Izhak tilted his head, the motion was very reptilian.  Then he said, "I am sure
Kaessi also isss happy, yesss?"

Kaessi tried to nod, but the fact her head was in Jesera's lap made that
difficult.  So she said, "Yes master.  It makes me very happy."

Izhak said, "Good.  There are other wounded, I will attend to them."  He stood
and moved away.  Kaessi saw Vrendan and William walk into her field of vision. 
Vrendan rubbed his chin and said, "I've never heard of such a thing."

William said, "What thing?"

"From the looks of it, little Kaessi here killed seven, maybe eight orcs. More'n
any of my men.  You all fought like very devils.  If you had not come with us,
we would surely have ended up in the orc's stew pots."

Jesera said, "Yes, she killed eight I think.  I killed perhaps twenty.  I think
your men in total killed four or five.  Hern, William, Izhak and Odan killed the
rest."

"How is it that a slave, a trained pleasure slave, could do this?"

"It is a long story Vrendan of Clan Widehorn.  And one I am not sure it would be
wise for you to know.  But she was badly hurt.  I think our defense has bought
us our passage without her needing to service any more of your men."

"Aye, I'll agree to that.  Hell, I'm not sure any of the men would the courage
to fuck her knowing she can kill 'em bare handed and naked."

"That she can."  Jesera looked up at Vrendan and said, "It would be best for you
if you did not discuss this with others, and if you encouraged your men to
likewise forget."

"Hmmm.  Oh, aye.  There's summat mighty strange about all of you, probably to do
with Dominion security.  Nothing I'd want to get crosswise of.  I'll pass the
word along."

"You do that."

Vrendan turned and walked away.  William made to follow when Jesera called him
back.  "William, can you carry Kaessi to the wagon.  It would be best if we got
her out of this cold rain."

"Sure."  William bent and easily picked up Kaessi, cradling her in his arms. He
smiled gently down at her as he walked back to the wagon and sat her inside.  He
turned to go and again Jesera stopped him.  "William, tonight was to be your
turn, do you mind if she takes a vacation for a night or two?"

William turned a face of surprise on them.  "After all she's been through.
Certainly not.  And frankly, no offense, but I think I would pass anyway."

Kaessi and Jesera exchanged looks.  Kaessi said weakly, "Master, don't you find
me attractive?"

"Certainly I do.  You are both very pretty.  But this is wrong.  All of this. I
just don't feel right with the whole slavery thing.  I wasn't brought up that
way.  I don't see how you can have any respect for yourself, and behave like
this. I hope you come to your senses.  Now that the teamsters are willing to
leave you alone, maybe you'll rethink things."

Jesera said,  "Well, you still have a turn coming when she's healed up."

William shook his head, "No I don't.  That's what I'm saying.  I want no part in
this sick game you are playing."  He gave Kaessi a long searching look, "And I
wish you would tell her where to shove it as well."

Both women just looked at him, somewhat stunned.  Eventually he shrugged. "Do
what you will.  But I will have no part of it."  He turned to walk away, then
stopped.  He turned back and said, "You both fought well.  Kaessi, you were the
hero of the day.  I am proud of you both, and very happy neither of you died.  I
just wanted you to know that."  He turned to walk away again, this time he was
neither called back, nor turned back on his own, and was soon out of sight
around the wagons.

Jesera looked down at Kaessi, "He's weird.  If I had a penis I'd want to fuck
you.  But I do agree with him on one thing, I'm proud of you.  That was some
feat for a 21st level thief."

"Mistress I'm actually 25th level.  I have four levels of martial artist."

Jesera raised and eyebrow.  "I think that makes you the highest level of all of
us."  She chuckled.  "And you're the slave." 

She looked out at the rain for a moment, it was getting stronger.  Then she
looked down at her hands.  "Have you ever killed before?"

Kaessi paused and said, "In this world, yes.  On Earth, no."

"Me too.  It makes me sick, but it also makes me feel... Triumphant? Something?"

"I understand mistress."

"Well I don't."  Jesera yawned.  "I'm pooped.  What about you?"

"I too feel tired."

Jesera looked down at herself, then at Kaessi.  "We're both a mess.  But I don't
feel like going back out in that cold rain just now."

"Me too."

Jesera curled up next to Kaessi on the floor of the wagon and put her head on
her shoulder.  "What a day."

"That is was mistress.  A day full of Adventure."

"Adventure.  I once heard that described at a story in which other people suffer
terribly, or something similar."

"True.  But do you remember Henry V's St. Crispan's day speech?"

"We few, we happy few.  We band of brothers."

"Yes mistress, that's the one.  I feel like that."

"Hmmm.  I never cared too much for Shakespear."

"Well, I guess no mistress can be perfect."

"Are you saying my lack of appreciation for Bill the Bard, makes me less than
perfect?"

"Yes mistress."

"Remind me to punish you later."

"Yes mistress."

"Now Let's sleep."

"Yes mistress."