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 This is something of a departure from my normal stories.  I make no apology
as I write as much for my own pleasure as that of my readers and this story
needs to be told.

   As ever I would stress that this is a work of fiction.  It involves
sexual encounters between young people and some of the situations may be
disturbing to some people.  If you are easily offended, underage (yeah like
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   The Game At The Edge Of The Mind

   Mark slipped the box off the high shelf, blowing the dust away as he did
so.  Briefly his precarious balance left him and he wavered a little as the
stool threatened to fall.  Becky put her weight on the lower rung of the
stool and all settled back into place as the boy handed the box down to his
companions.

   The box had been on a high shelf hidden behind a tapestry wall hanging.
As far as Mark was concerned anything apparently hidden so well was worth
investigating.

   Once safely on the ground Mark and his companions, Becky and Simone,
brushed the dust off the lid and stared at the innocuous picture with some
disbelief.

   To be honest, this wasn't the sort of holiday that the three cousins,
for that was what they were, would have chosen for themselves.  Still the
"family" had rented this huge property and private estate so that they
could all, or pretty much all, get together one last time.

   As luck would have it, Mark and his parents were about to emigrate to
Australia whilst a week later Becky would be moving to America.  And so,
multiple generations had come together for a long weekend of memories,
laughter, the occasional tear and transparently weak promises to "keep in
touch".

   Apart from the three teens and their respective parents, two sets of
grand parents were there, together with, the slightly creepy and never been
kissed let alone married, Uncle Peter.

   They had been lucky with the weather until now.  Today was a complete
washout and the adults, trying to ignore the hangovers from the previous
nights over indulgence, had bid the kids to go explore the upper floors of
the old house.

   Only the basement, ground floor and first floor were in regular use. 
The second floor and the attic were almost never visited.

   Our trio were in one of the smaller attic rooms.  At some stage it might
have been a servants quarters.  Now it was mainly empty.

   Mark dropped to the floor and sat cross legged.  Becky and Simone
followed suit, forming a teenage triangle around the dusty old box.

   The cover, not that the dust had been largely wiped away, was emblazoned
with warnings.

   "No players of a nervous disposition" "No players under 21" "No players
who might be easily shocked"

   The name of the game, as best they could work out was "Fight the Good
Fight".

   "Jeez!  Looks like some bible thumpers trivial pursuit" complained Mark

   Becky giggled, she had a tendency to giggle at anything that Mark said.
Her rather obvious crush was an annoyance to Simone who, at 14, was the
oldest of the group.

   "Why don't we open the box and see?" she suggested.

   "We're not over 21 though" complained Becky who at 12 was the baby of
the group.

   Even Mark looked appalled at that.  At 13 he sat squarely between the
two girls in age but, of course, was the boy and so expected to take
control.

   Mark lifted the lid ad placed it to one side.  He peeled back the two
flaps of opaque paper to finally reveal the contents of the box.

   Despite having lain forgotten for countless years the contents were
remarkably clean and bright.  There was a small blue plastic cone attached
to a square box by a small cable and a thin booklet.

   It was something of a disappointment to say the least.

   Simone picked up the booklet whilst Mark grabbed the box and cone.

   "What a waste of time" he announced as he could find no switch or
buttons to turn anything on.

   "Wait up" called Simone "Just let me read a bit of this."

   "Whatever!" said Mark

   "Whatever" echoed Becky.

   Simone cleared her throat and began to read.

   "This game might be dangerous and should not be undertaken lightly. 
Players must be of sound mind, physical fitness and over the age of 21."

   "Yeah we saw that on the box" snapped Mark

   "The game is an adventure.  A series of quests where you will battle
mythical foes solve ancient riddles and learn much about yourselves."

   "A cheap D&D ripoff" snarled Mark

   Simone ignored him and carried on.

   "Players will be transported into a magical world from which they will
not return unless they die (within the game) or complete the quest.  The
game will determine the class of your character, your strengths and
weaknesses and the armour and equipment that you start out with."

   Simone held up a hand to invite a little more patience and went on.

   "The first chapter will see each of the players transported to a
different part of the game world.  Your first quest is to find each other.
Should any of you die during that firs chapter you will be allowed to
re-enter the game should you be brave enough to do so.  Only those
determined to play and ready to face untold horrors should proceed."

   Silence descended as Simone finished reading.

   "Sounds kinda boring" suggested Mark.

   "Well, there's nothing else to do and we can always stop if it's really
bad" answered Simone.

   "The rules say we can't stop" Becky pointed out

   The other two looked at incredulously.

   "It would be cool to find out what the box does" suggested Mark

   "I'm up for it" announced Simone

   The older two cousins looked at Becky.

   "I dunno guys, I mean, we're not old enough, we don't know what it's all
about and I don't like the idea of starting off on my own."

   "Jeez Becky" snapped Mark "Most games have a kinda starting bit where
you get to know the rules, how to fight and stuff."

   "I guess" Becky mused

   "So" asked Simone "Do I read the instructions?"

   Mark nodded and, after just a brief hesitation, so did Becky.  Simone
cleared her throat.

   "Read all instructions before starting.  Once read, to proceed all
members of the group must place one index finger on the box at the same
time.  The game will then process the details of the players involved. 
When the box beeps it will be time for the next phase.  During this phase
each player will insert their index finger into the cone so that the game
can properly allocate their character and relate base details to the
player. Only when all players have been assigned characters can the game
begin.  To begin the game all player must place their index finger back on
the box simultaneously.  After a brief check to ensure that all are
present, the game will start automatically."

   "Sounds like some kind of computer game" Mark said as he turned the box
over in his hands.  "Maybe we have to hook it up to a pc before we can
play."

   "Don't mention a comp in the book.  Why don't we just do what it says?"
suggested Simone.

   Mark shrugged and put the box on the floor again.

   "Ready?" he asked "when I count to three then.  One, two, three."

   Three fingers rested on the top of the box.  Nothing happened instantly
bet then the box began to grow warm.

   "Is it getting hotter?" asked Becky

   "Shhhh!" relied Mark

   The box beeped twice.

   "Who's going first?" asked Simone

   "Jeez I will" snapped Mark with more bravado than he felt.

   Mark slipped his finger into the blue cone.  Almost instantly he heard
the voice in his head.

   "Are you sure that you wish to continue?  If you wish to withdraw please
remove your finger from the cone."

   The voice paused to give time for him to pull out if he wanted.

   "Then let us begin.  You are Mark, a brave fighter and fearless warrior.
You will be at the forefront of the campaign but need to keep your wits
about you in order to protect the other members of the party.  You are
human.  Please remove your finger."

   "Shit" he said to the girls, what do you think?" "of what" asked Simone

   "Didn't you hear that?" he asked

   "Didn't hear a thing - was it cool or scary or what?" asked Becky.

   "Seemed to know my name, unless it was a lucky guess.  I'm a fighter and
I'm human." He finished

   "Human has to be up for debate" smiled Simone.  "Shall I go next?" she
added slipping her finger into the cone without waiting for a reply.

   Simone too was given the option to withdraw before the voice continued.

   "Then let us begin.  You are Simone, a brave warrior cleric.  You may be
at the forefront of the campaign but need to keep yourself safe in order to
help cure the ills of the other members of the party.  You are half elf
futa.  Please remove your finger."

   "Knew my name too.  Weird huh!  I'm a warrior cleric, half elf and I
think it said futa, whatever that means.  Your turn Becky."

   "Here goes" said the twelve year old.

   Becky slipped her finger into the cone.  She came closest to accepting
the offer to withdraw but held her nerve long enough for the voice to go
on.

   "Then let us begin.  You are Becky, a sorcerous quick of mind and hand.
You will be invaluable during the campaign but need to keep your wits about
you in order to protect yourself whilst your magic grows.  You are Elven.
Please remove your finger."

   Becky pulled her finger out of the cone.

   "Got my name too.  I'm an elven mage."

   "Sweet" hissed Mark "now what?"

   "The book said that we all have to touch the box at the same time."

   "ok, everybody ready?" said Mark as he reached out to the small box.

   The girls followed suit and at some unspoken command, all three fingers
dropped to the box together.

   Mark looked at his cousins and grinned whilst he waited for something to
happen.  The room went black.  Not dark but truly black and he shouted out
at least once.  Seconds later the brightness hurt his eyes.

   He looked about the room.  It wasn't there.  He was in a small stand of
trees looking out over a paddock to a small cottage beyond.  He looked
down. His jeans were gone, replaced by some form of loin cloth with a chain
mail skirt over it.  On his feet were sturdy boots.  His torso was bare but
for a leather jerkin which hung loosely about his shoulders.  Reaching
behind him he found a short sword hung in a scabbard across his shoulders
and then noticed a small dagger in a sheath at his waist.

   "Shit" he thought "it even smells real" as the odour of horses flitted
past his nostrils.

   A commotion at the cottage drew his attention.  A figure in dark leather
but with stunning white hair was standing over a woman.  As Mark watched
the figure slapped the woman hard and she fell to the floor sobbing.  He
lurched forward and ran across the paddock yelling as he did so.

   The figure turned to face him and he made out slightly feminine features
and a broad smile.  A smile that faded to a tight slit as the dark elf
withdrew her hunting knife from the sheath at her side.

   Even as Mark hurried across the paddock she calmly bent and dragged the
blade across the woman's neck.  Mark stopped in his tracks as the blood
spurted from an artery and then realised that the dark elf was striding out
to meet him.

   He froze.

   She stopped a few paces from him.

   "Human boy?" she queried

   Mark nodded.

   "Do you wish to die here so early in your quest?"

   Mark shook his head.

   "Drop you weapons"

   Mark didn't hesitate.  The sword was pulled from its scabbard and tossed
aside.  The small dagger quickly followed suit.

   The dark elf moved towards him, hunting knife held before her.

   Mark swallowed hard.

   "Are you virgin human?" she asked in a slightly raspy accent

   "What , oh , er, yes I am." He managed

   The dark elf smiled.  "You shouldn't be here should you?  I should kill
you now so that you can leave the game."

   "No, No I don't want to leave." Mark stammered.

   "If you do exactly what I say you may live and continue." She said
without emotion or inflection.

   "Thanks, yeah whatever." Said the boy starting to enjoy the tutorial.

   "Take off your clothes" she commanded

   "Fuck offfff!" came the reply.

   The hunting knife flashed across him and pain seared through his
forearm.

   Mark looked down at the trickle of blood.  He had been cut and it really
hurt.  I mean it REALLY hurt.

   "Last chance.  Take off your clothes or I will castrate you."

   "Fuckin hell" muttered Mark as he shimmied out of the jerkin and then
fumbled to find a way to undo the mail skirt.

   "Leave the armour.  Just remove what binds you." The elf said.

   Mark processed the instruction quickly and reached under the chain mail
to tug at the loin cloth below.  It came free surprisingly easily and he
looked up at his tormentor as she slipped out of the tight black leather
body suit with ease.

   "oh Jeez" exclaimed Mark as her breasts came into view and his body
started to think for itself.

   "You will pleasure me human boy."

   "What, how?"

   "Stupid boy.  How do you think.  Be pleased that I am high rank and not
futa or you might pleasure me in other ways."

   "Futa, what's futa?" the boy asked, remembering Simone describing
herself as half elf futa.

   The question was forgotten as Mark took his first look at a fully naked
dark elf.  As the name suggests she had dark skin but it was flawless.  Her
breasts were pert and glistened in the sunlight.  After her breasts his
eyes ignored the rest and focussed on a perfectly bare crotch with lips
also glistening as their moisture arrived.

   "Lie down - No on your back"

   Mark lay down and with the tip of the hunting knife the elf moved the
chain mail skirt up.  His teenage erection was always close to the surface
and it didn't let him down then.

   "Good.  Not big but good enough."

   "Whatdya mean not big?" Mark started

   "Silence human" said the elf as she straddled him and slipped onto his
erection.

   Mark as acutely aware of the hunting knife gripped firmly in one hand as
the dark elf rode his cock.

   "You come quick I cut off your cock" was all that was needed to slow the
teen down.  In fact it almost removed the erection entirely, but the
constant pressure from the bucking elf kept him firm enough for her needs.

   Mark couldn't hold out for too long though.  His first time, a gorgeous
naked female body bouncing before his eyes was all too much and he spurted
his seed into her with a grunt.

   She rose menacingly.  "Too quick for me" she hissed waving the knife
"but not bad for first time." She said as she settled herself above his
head.  "Use mouth.  No biting."

   Mark found his mouth filled with her flesh and a combination of her and
his own juices.  He gagged at the thought but was soon encouraged to do
better as she settled her weight over his nose and mouth together.

   Soon she was rocking on his face and, between her legs, Mark could see
the rapture on her face.  Something within urged him on and he brought his
knees up fast and strong.  He caught her between the shoulder blades and
she flew forwards.  He scrambled up as she did and, thankful that the knife
was nowhere to be seen, barrelled into her.

   Mark managed to knock the wind out of the elf and quickly pinned her
down.  Despite their similarity in size he was much heavier and without the
chance to use speed or her undoubted skill with a knife she stood little
chance.

   "So human" she rasped "am I to pleasure you now?"

   Mark realised that his erection was fully recovered and bouncing before
the dark elf's eyes.

   "That's a good idea" he said as he slipped down her lithe body.

   She widened her legs and he penetrated her.

   A handful of thrusts later and she orgasmed.  Screaming in a high
pitched tone as she did so.  The noise hurt Mark's ears but he ploughed on
until he had deposited a second load into the creature.  As he finished she
pushed him off to one side and sat.  Moments later she rose, grabbed her
clothes and left without saying another word.

   Mark dressed, claimed the somewhat more impressive hunting knife from
the grass nearby and moved towards the cottage.  Here was nothing to be
done for the woman on the porch.  Her blood had stopped flowing but would
be remembered in the colour of the planks for a long time to come.

   Inside he found a little bread, cheese and what seemed to be a weak ale.
He ate and then taking a cloth from a nearby shelf he wrapped the rest of
the food up, shouldered it and left the house deciding not to look back.

   Focussing on a hilltop a few miles away he reasoned that if the girls
were to be found he needed a vantage point.  He started walking.

   Becky came too in a walled garden filled with vegetables and a few
fragrant flowers.  She was too busy marvelling at the sights, sounds and
smells and didn't notice the approach of the inn keeper.

   "Ahem" he cleared his throat and the girl spun to face him.  "Welcome to
my inn.  Most people use the front door but, oh well, I am Lars.  I run
this inn with my family an you are?"

   "oh er Becky" the girl replied after a moment.

   "You appear to be a little younger than most of your ilk" noticed Lars

   "My ilk?" queried Becky slightly on guard.

   "well you are clearly of the Elven race but I'm guessing that you are
also part of The Game"

   Becky tentatively reached up to the slightly pointed ears that the inn
keeper was staring at.

   "The Game?  So you've had players here before." She asked hopefully.

   "Regrettably yes" replied Lars.

   "Regrettably?"

   "You are obviously a new arrival.  That does not go unnoticed and some,
er, some less civilised kinds have a habit of preying on the newcomers to
this world."

   Becky shivered.

   "Still" Lars continued "You have the good fortune to be out of sight for
the time being.  I suggest that you practise your magic - you are a
sorceress I assume - before you find yourself having to use it."

   "This is an inn right?"

   Lars nodded.

   "Then can I get a room whilst I figure out how to find my friends?"
"Alas no young lady.  This inn is a wayside inn.  We have no protection
from a village, town or castle.  Were I to give you shelter then my family
and I would become targets for those same cut throats who will be seeking
you.  No, best you practise your magic, have some food and be on your way
in a couple of hours."

   "But please mister" Becky started.

   "ENOUGH!" he bellowed "I will not endanger my own family for somebody
who has put themselves in danger willingly.  Now take my offer or leave
instantly."

   Becky swallowed back the tears "Where can I practise?" she whimpered.

   "In that far corner, where the walls are blackened.  That's where the
last one started."

   Becky made her way between the vegetable beds to the area that Lars had
suggested.  As she moved she took note of her attire for the first time. 
She wore a green cloak.  It was serenely comfortable, not too heavy and not
too hot whilst giving the impression of being perfectly adequate in frost
and snow.  As she walked she hoisted the cloak to reveal the lightweight
boots in a matching colour but it was only when she arrived at the practise
area that she had the courage to look beneath the cloak.

   Initially she fumbled with the large clasp on her left shoulder but
eventually found a way to undo it.  Once undone the cloak swung open almost
of its own accord.  Becky peeled back the remaining folds to reveal bright
red panties.  Nothing else!  She was naked save for panties and this cloak!
"Oh my GOD!" she squealed inside her head as she fumbled to do the cloak up
again as quickly as she could.

   "Focus Becky.  Focus and practise."

   But practise what?  She didn't know any spells or incantations.  She
slipped her hands within the folds of the cloak in the belief that there
must be a spellbook or something.  She found numerous pockets.  Some
containing weird looking potions, most empty.  She did find a small ornate
dagger and then what felt like a piece of wood.  She tugged at the wood and
it came out of the pocket slowly.  It kept coming and by the time she had
dragged it clear of the pocket it was a solid staff around 6 foot long
which towered over her small frame.  She returned her hand to the pocket.
It was no more than 5 inches deep there was no way that it could hold the
staff.  Gingerly she tried to replace the staff in that very same pocket
and was amazed when it slipped inside with ease.  Her mind was still coming
to terms with the pocket when she heard a noise behind her.

   Becky turned to find a young boy maybe a year or two older than herself.

   "Hi" he said meekly "I'm Tom"

   "Becky" she replied

   "Dad sent me" he offered by way of explanation.

   "What already, I've only been here a few minutes." She wailed "You can
stay longer if you are able" Tom offered "If you have coin."

   "Coin?"

   "Can you pay for the food which we will serve and the rental of our
land?" asked Tom in an officious voice.

   "Your father said nothing about paying" snapped Becky.

   "Then you must leave.  Now." Said Tom flatly.

   "No wait.  You can't just throw me out."

   "Well there may be a way" said Tom thoughfully.

   "What if I promise to come back and pay you when I find my friends."

   "What if you die trying to find them" suggested Tom "No you must pay now
or go."

   "Wait" Becky suggested "back then you said there might be a way."

   "Well possibly but it seems unlikely." Said the boy.

   "tell me.  Please tell me" begged Becky.

   "Well" said Tom thoughtfully "I've heard tell that you magic users don't
like to wear anything under your cloaks."

   Becky raised her eyebrow "That's not entirely true." She offered.

   "Well, if you were to show me then I might be able to let you stay a
while longer." Said Tom slyly "Probably long enough to understand your
magic and eat a proper meal."

   "You promise?" queried Becky

   "Of course Miss" came the reply.

   For the second time that day, in fact in her life, she struggled to free
the shoulder clasp of the cloak.  She was careful to keep control of the
wayward material though and looked the boy up and down before she finally
decided she had little choice but to display her wares.

   Finally Becky opened the cloak to his gaze.

   Tom smiled "Nice tits - pity about the red panties....  No don't close
it yet" he added.

   Becky stood there holding her cloak open and showing her naked but
hardly formed breasts to the inn keepers son.  His words seeped into her
brain slowly.

   "What's wrong with my panties?" she finally whispered

   "Well" explained Tom "flashing your tits buys you about 30 minutes out
here.....  if you were to drop your panties you could have the food too."

   "that's not nice Tom" snapped Becky closing her cloak

   "Ok" he said cheerily "I'll be back to show you out in about 15
minutes."

   "15!  - you said half an hour a minute ago." She squealed

   "Yeah but that was when you were being nice to me."

   "Ok, Ok stop you can see." She said hastily.

   "What see no panties?" asked Tom

   Becky slipped her hands inside the cloak and a few moments later Tom saw
her bright red panties land in a crumple around her ankles.

   "C'mon then - show me" he urged.

   Becky sighed and opened the cloak to reveal her self to a boy for the
first time.

   "Cool" whistled Tom as he approached rapidly.

   A mix of anger, fear and lust ran through the young girl.  A guttural
noise escaped her lips and her right hand wriggled slightly and the boy
took off.  The force of whatever it was hurled him 30 feet, through the
runner bean canes to land in a heap amongst the brussels sprouts.

   Becky recovered her composure to drag her panties back into place and
refasten her cloak before the commotion drew the entire household into the
garden.

   Lars surveys the scene, immediately knew what had happened and called
the girl over to him.

   "I apologise.  My son never learns.  The dark burned area is what
happened the last time he tried to impose himself on a young mage." He said
pointing to the darkened walls where Becky had been sent to practise."

   "Did he get hurt?" she asked

   "He was lucky that time, we had a cleric staying who cured him.  Cost me
a fortune though."

   "Is he ok now" she asked quietly.

   "He'll be fine, a few bruises and the walloping his mother is about to
give him but he'll live.  Unfortunately use of that much magic will have
attracted others.  You must go."

   "But Lars, I mean, I, er, I haven't finished practising and I haven't
eaten."

   "No buts I'm afraid.  I'll send you off with some food but you must go.
I cannot protect you if you are found here."

   Twenty minutes later Becky found herself on a dirt road in front of the
inn.  She had a small bag with a variety of foodstuffs and a generously
filled wineskin but the door had been firmly bolted behind her.

   She slipped the food parcel into her cloak an slipped it into an
entirely too small pocket which happily accepted it.  The wineskin,
similarly, disappeared into a pocket no bigger then 2 inches across.  She
took a moment to marvel at this cloak then looked about her.  Where would
she find the others?

   A hill in the distance stood taller than most of those in the area. 
Maybe from there she would get a better view of the area.  She started
walking.

   Simone was sitting in the corner of a noisy tavern.  She had absolutely
no idea how she got there or what she should do next.

   She looked about herself.  She wore tight leather leggings with high
riding boots.  On top she had a linen shirt and a heavy fir lined
waistcoat. She wore a leather bracelet on her left hand.  From her belt
hung a heavy hammer on one side and a pouch on the other.  She delved into
the pouch to find numerous little packets of seed, powder and dried herbs.
Simone carefully put each one back.

   She looked at the tankard in front of her and picked it up.

   "Oie!" came a cry from nearby "That's my drink."

   "oh sorry" she whispered into the commotion.

   "Newbie huh?" said the heavy set man now towering over her "Just joined
the game I'll wager."

   "I didn't mean to upset you.  I'll just leave." Said Simone quietly.

   "Just leave huh - not sure if I shouldn't make you buy me another
drink."

   "I didn't touch your drink" said Simone with fire in her eyes.

   She stood and brushed past the large man who, partly out of surprise and
partly from the drink, stumbled sideways into a nearby chair.  Simone took
her opportunity and spying the exit made her way outside.

   She seemed to be in a town of some sort.  The people were a little
ragged and smelly but largely ignored the girl as she wandered along
looking for inspiration.

   The light was fading when she finally made her mistake.  The alley ended
abruptly after about 50 yards in a tall wall.

   "Shit" she hissed as she turned to retrace her steps.

   "Not so fast newbie" said the youth stood a few feet behind her.  "Me
and Vic wanna help you by carrying some of your stuff."

   "Yeah right!" she said as she pushed between the two youths.

   She was grabbed and thrown back against the wall hitting her head in the
process.  She went out like a light.

   She came too a few moments later.  The youths had propped her against
the wall.  Squinting through barely open eyes she could see her belongings,
what little she had, on the floor alongside her.  The pouch and hammer were
lying side by side.  What really got her attention though was the fact that
her linen shirt gaped open and "me" was roughly groping her breasts.

   She sat still pretending not to have come round whilst she decided what
to do next.  She couldn't help but notice that her leggings seemed tighter
than normal.  "Must be the way I'm sitting" she thought.

   She squinted her eyes open again to see "me" fumbling with the ties on
his own leggings as Vic urged him on from the side.

   "We gonna do her proper then?" asked Vic

   "Yeah.  Reckon we can have some fun before we help her leave the game
and keep her stuff." Replied "me"

   "leave the game" shit that meant dead.  "Have some fun" bollocks,
without his pants on that could only mean one thing.

   Sure enough when she looked again "me" was struggling to get his
leggings off over his boots and Vic had taken over the tit groping role. 
Still he wasn't paying attention, focussing far too much on the antics of
his friend as he hopped around the alley trying to untangle himself.

   Vic never saw the hammer coming.  It caught him in the side of the head
and sent him sprawling.

   "Shit!" exclaimed "me" as Simone stood, hammer in hand and advanced on
the youth.

   Her leggings were still strangely tight though.

   "me" turned to run, or rather hop off down the alley.  Simone took a few
steps, slammed the hammer into his thigh and pushed him forward over a
nearby crate.

   His bare buttocks quivered before her.

   "Sauce for the goose" she muttered under her breath as she undid her
leggings to let free an eight inch erection.

   Part of her was asking "Where did that spring from?" and part of her
just wanted to ram it into something warm.  The ramming part one and "me"
screamed his humiliation as the futa half elf buggered him mercilessly.  He
quickly passed out.  Simone quickly satisfied herself whilst constantly
asking how and why, went through their meagre belongings, took what coin
they had and left before anybody bothered to ask why the screaming had
stopped.

   As dawn broke the following day Simone stripped off her leggings in a
tumble down barn where she had spent the night.  Almost as soon as the air
hit it her new member sprang to life and throbbed in her hands.  Instant
feelings took over and she knew that she had to both satisfy those feelings
and find a way to keep them under control at the same time.

   Slipping a hand under the swinging cock she was relieved to find her
cunt still there and, as she pounded her erection with one hand she
fingered herself with the other.  The combined result was mind numbing. 
Enough to keep a girl naked and masturbating all day, every day but somehow
she managed to stop, file her new best friend away and wander out into what
was, by then, the noon day sun.

   Glancing around she could see no better option than to clamber up the
large hill right in front of her.  She started climbing.

   End of Part 1.