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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 (Part 2)

   Becky had reached the summit of the hill just as dusk was turning into
night.  The top of the hill was bare.  Devoid of trees, rocks or people! 
She didn't fancy spending the night up there without protection and knew
that she wouldn't have time to get back down the hill before darkness fell
completely.

   Gathering her cloak about her she retraced her steps to a small plateau
that she had passed about 20 minutes earlier.  There she re-found the stand
of bushes that her minds eye had remembered and behind that stand of bushes
she found a small clearing.

   The clearing had been used before, she realised.  There were the remains
of a charred stone circle and some evidence of a collection of moss and
leaves in a rough bed shape.  The "bed" had all but rotted now but there
was some dry wood to one side of the fire pit and Becky set to work laying
a fire.  She had seen her father lay a fire when he took her camping a year
or two back and tried to remember the way h had done it.

   She was careful not to overstack the wood and then she stuffed some of
the dried leaves and moss from the "bed" under the dry wood.

   "No matches!" she cried quietly to herself.  "Bugger that I can do
magic" she announced to nobody in particular.

   Squatting by the edge of the fire pit she tried to conjure up the
feelings and emotions that had overtaken her in the walled garden.  Nothing
came at first and then, suddenly she felt a rush similar to that which she
had experienced with Tom.  She deliberately calmed that rush, watched it
subside deep within her and then started building again, a little more
slowly, a little more control.  When smoke finally started rising from the
kindling she whooped and then, as flames licked up and gave her some light
to work with, she used another piece of wood to clear away the worst of the
rotted bedding.

   Finally, with the fire going well, she looked about her makeshift home.
Satisfied with her achievements she delved into her cloak and pulled out
the food sack.  Rummaging around she found good crusty bread, some light,
soft cheese and a couple of apples.  Using a fat piece of wood she made
herself a plate of food and then drew out the wineskin from another ever so
improbable pocket.

   Food eaten and a couple of good swallows of wine later she curled up in
her makeshift bed with her cloak wrapped tightly around her and drifted off
to sleep.

   On the other side of the hill Mark was staring up towards the summit
through the deepening gloom.  He had just about decided that he wouldn't
make the summit that night and should look for somewhere to camp when he
heard her call out.

   It would be some time before he forgot the raspiness of her voice and
his hand went immediately to the short sword slung across his shoulders.

   "I no hurt human boy child" came the voice from a little closer this
time.

   Mark stood his ground sword at the ready.

   "I help make camp, share food, yes?" she called again from a different
direction this time.

   Mark turned to face the new voice.  "I have food and I can make my own
camp" he shouted back defiantly.

   "Human boy child know how make fire?" she hissed from behind his ear.

   He spun around but was too late.  The dark elf had slipped her hunting
knife out of his belt and stood facing him.

   "We equal match now, yes?"

   "I have no wish to harm you" said Mark with forced strength and
stability.

   The dark elf chuckled a little.

   "I not supposed to help human boy child but I will.  If you wish." She
hissed

   "Can I trust you?" he asked "I saw you kill a woman for no good reason."

   "You did and no you cannot trust me.  But tonight I propose a truce.  We
eat, we drink we do sex and then we part.  Yes?"

   With those words she hurled her hunting knife into the earth a few feet
away from her and waited for his response.

   Mark weighed up his options and found few.  He tossed his sword towards
the hunting knife and smiled at the dark skinned elf.  Then together in the
gloom they set about making camp.  He gathered wood and she showed him how
to light it with a flint.

   Mark produced his bread and cheese.  The elf fumbled behind a rock and
came up with a skinned and gutted rabbit.

   "I wait for you" she explained.

   Mark chuckled.

   They ate roasted rabbit, bread and cheese and drank sweet water from a
flask that the elf kept on her belt and then they undressed each other. 
The sex was arrogant and wild.  She took him and then he took her.  It was
violent and without love but it had passion and vigour and the ability to
sap stamina so that the hard ground seemed soft and they had slept.

   Mark awoke shortly after dawn.  The dark elf was nowhere to be seen. 
Unsurprisingly, neither was her hunting knife.

   Mark dressed and went and pissed in some nearby bushes before collecting
his things together whilst scanning the way ahead for the best path to try.
As he took his first step he head her and, turning, he saw her squatting on
a rock some 20 feet away.  "I tell you human boy child, you very lucky it
was me to find you."

   Mark started to walk towards her.

   "Stop!" she commanded "Our time is over.  I give you two gifts.  First,
when you piss in the morning take your sword or you might die.  Second, I
give you life - this time.  No do not speak human.  My kind is at war with
your kind.  If we meet again you will die.  I will be sad but that is my
duty." And with that she slipped off of her rock and was gone.

   Mark sighed as he turned and trudged up the hill.  In his mind he argued
about who might have to die if they met again.  He couldn't argue about the
common sense of carrying his sword on bathroom duty though.

   Arriving at the top of the hill he looked all around.  Nothing.  He
could see a tumble down farm and some outbuildings but there was no sign of
movement.  "Surely" he thought to himself "the girls would also aim for the
highest hill.  Unless, of course they were a lot further away."

   Determining to keep a careful eye out for any signs of movement he
dropped back off the bare summit and scoured the immediate vicinity for any
items which might be useful or edible.

   A short while later he had again clambered to the summit.  Was something
moving around that outbuilding?  It was too far away to be sure and it
could have been four legged as much as two but he resolved to keep an eye
on it anyways.

   About that time Becky, who had enjoyed a quiet and restful nights sleep,
was herself approaching the summit.  She stumbled on some loose stones and
the noise brought Mark running, sword drawn.

   "Hold on cuz!  Put down the sword" shouted Becky as the boy appeared
above her brandishing steel.

   "Becky?" he queried "Is that you under all that green?"

   "Sure is" she said clambering back to her feet "yu're looking at the
green witch of the west, or wherever we are.  It's good to see you though."

   "Good to see you too Becks" he said offering his hand to pull her up the
last foot or two.  "Jeez that's a lot of green!" he finished looking at the
copious cloak.

   "Well, I can't say the same about you can I?" she quipped glancing over
his near naked torso and short chain mail skirt.  "Do you wear anything
under the kilt?" she smiled.

   "Becky Robinson!  The cheek.  I have a perfectly respectable loin
cloth." He said lifting the front of the chain mail to show a respectable
but slightly stained looking loin cloth.

   "Needs a wash" she offered

   "Yeah well it's been an interesting journey.  What about you.  I don't
suppose you need to wear anything else"

   "Are you flirting with me Mark?" she sparkled

   "Not exactly, but maybe" he conceded.

   "For your information, I have matching green boots" she lifted the hem
of her cloak to display the genteel footwear "and bright red panties" she
finished.

   "Bright red eh.  Not showing me those then" he sniggered

   "Don't you start" she snapped

   "Oh do tell" he invited.

   As Mark gathered stones and wood for a fire Becky started to tell her
tale.  Mark interrupted her briefly to ask how she did the magic when she
absent mindedly lit the fire as he was tying to get to grips with his flint
and then she was back to Tom and the discovery of the magic.

   "Little creep" announced Mark as Becky described how he persuaded her to
open her cloak.

   "Fucking bastard" he chimed when the girl told how she had been forced
out of her panties.

   "Look Becks he didn't, you know, he didn't.........."

   "That's when the magic came" explained Becky "The feelings hit me and
before I knew what was happening he was at the other end of the garden."

   Mark chuckled.  "Well Becky, that's one way to make sure a guy never
comes near you!"

   "It's one way to make sure a guy I don't like never comes near me." She
corrected.

   Something in her voice and her smile struck a chord with the boy.

   "So do I get to see these amazing bright red panties then" he asked.

   There it was out there.

   "That's all I have under the cloak Mark.  If I show you the panties you
get to see everything else" she whispered as she avoided his eyes.

   "Reckon I could cope with those terms" the boy replied smoothly.

   "But can I" questioned the young mage.

   Silence descended on the summit.

   "You want some wine" Becky finally asked.

   "Wine?  You just happen to have a bottle and a couple of glasses about
your person do you?" he chuckled.

   Becky smiled, slipped a hand inside her robes and with only a minimal
struggle pulled out the mainly full wineskin.

   "No glasses but I don't think I have anything catching." She said
tossing the skin at her cousin.

   Mark unstoppered the skin and sniffed cautiously before taking a small
mouthful.

   "Hey that's good stuff Becks.  Payoff from the inn?"

   Becky just nodded.

   "Did hey give you food too - I mean I ran out last night." He added

   Becky laughed, delved back within the folds of her copious cloak and
came forth with a food sack.

   "Just bread and cheese left.  I had the last apple for breakfast." She
answered

   They shared the food between them, drank wine and chatted in the sun. 
As the heat rose and the wine took its' effects Mark found himself talking
about his experiences.

   Becky slipped in the appropriate "oooh and ahhhh" at times but otherwise
listened in silence as her cousin told how he was effectively forced to
have sex with the dark elf.  She winced inside when he described the
perfection of her dark skin, the shape of her breasts and the passion and
vigour that she offered and demanded with her sexual activities.  He didn't
tell his cousin that he had shared his bed with her quite willingly at
their second meeting.

   "Well that settles it then" announced Becky when he finished speaking
"There's no way I'm showing off my panties so that you can compare me to
the perfect beauty you met yesterday."

   He noticed her smiling at him.

   "Awe Becks, I had no choice over seeing her bod, I'd actually love to
see yours"

   "yeah right.  Sounds like you're kinda smitten with her."

   "Last thing she said to me Becks - "I see you again I kill you"" he said
in his best dark elf accent.

   "Really!  She said she'd kill you?"

   "Uh huh, kinda difficult to have a thing for somebody who plans to gut
you and slow roast you huh."

   Becky chuckled and he saw her weakness.

   "So Becky Robinson, can I see those bright red panties or not."

   She sighed theatrically.  "Don't you go telling everybody" she warned

   "Like who is there t tell?" he answered.

   Becky undid the clasp with practised ease now and allowed the folds of
material to fall open.  In fact, she shrugged the gown towards her
shoulders and arms to bare as much of her body to the boy as was possible.
She watched carefully as his eyes roamed her full length.  She noticed that
he looked all over, including her face, where Tom had flitted only between
her bare breasts and her panties.  When their eyes met they both smiled.

   "You're kinda gorgeous you know" he whispered.

   "Thank you" she answered as she drew her cloak about her once more.

   Mark knew better than to ask for anything else.

   It was about 20 minutes later, as the pair sat dozing in the sun, that
Simone finally appeared at the summit.

   "Somebody should have been keeping watch" she growled "I could have been
a troll or anything"

   "Good to see you too Simone" Mark laughed.

   "Have you actually met any trolls?" asked Becky slightly anxiously.

   "naw, a drunk and a couple of arseholes but nothing out of the ordinary.
You?"

   "One pervert boy" answered Becky "Looks like Mark has had the only close
encounter"

   "Oh really" said Simone glancing from one to the other "Something more
exotic than an elf covered in green cloth?"

   Becky suddenly remembered her non human form and went red.

   "Dark Elf actually" said Mark trying to sound important.

   Simone probed and one by one they told their tales.  Becky told it as it
was, straight and to the point.  She left out the bit about showing her
elven body to her cousin though.  Mark told his shortened and edited story,
almost word for word as he had told it to Becky save for the fact that he
made sure to tell Simone of the parting threat of death and then it was
Simone's turn.

   She told of the drunk in the tavern and being waylaid in the alley.  She
mentioned the fact that they had opened her shirt and were obviously
planning to rape her and made it seem like her first hammer blow had been
good luck ad that she had simply shoved the second assailant into a crate
where he had knocked himself out.  She made no mention of her additional
appendage, of how she had used it to bugger and terrify the would be rapist
or of how she had spent the best part of half a day trying to satisfy her
sexual cravings before finally getting her cock under control.

   Nor did she mention how tight her leggings were becoming as she relived
the memories in her mind.

   "So have you two been up here long?" Simone finally asked

   Mark blushed slightly "Not so long, an hour or so, chatting and eating
is all."

   "uh huh" Simone acknowledged as she caught sight of Becky's firm young
ass as she rummaged through a food sack.  "I need to pay a visit and then
we should get going" she announced.

   "One of us should be close by" suggested Mark

   Simone gave him a "pervert" look, tapped the hammer hanging from her
belt and suggested that they discuss where to whilst she was gone.

   Once out of site Simone loosened her leggings, let loose her monster
erection and with a few expert strokes, ejaculated over a nearby bush
before putting the monster back out of sight with a huge amount of
willpower and determination.

   "So where are we heading?" asked Simone as she rejoined the others

   "Well" reasoned Mark "There seems little point in any of us going back
the way we came"

   "uh-huh" agreed Simone

   "So we thought that we'd go that way" said Mark pointing out in the only
direction left.

   "Anything in particular in mind oh masterful one?" said Simone
cynically.

   "Look" snapped Mark "you asked us to come up with an idea, you don't
seem to have a better one so what's your problem?"

   Simone was about to bite right back when a quiet voice slipped in.

   "He's right you know" Becky said in almost a whisper.  "there's no good
reason for me to head back towards the inn, Mark came from a forest of some
sort and you can hardly go back to the town where you probably killed those
men." She silenced an attempted interruption with a scathing look "and,
whilst I'm about it, I may be the youngest at home but here I'm an equal
member of the party.  I'm not sure what's eating you Simone but you're
moodier than normal."

   "Finished?" queried Simone trying to control her mood swings "Yup, I'm
sorry.  I've not been myself since we started this, this quest or game or
whatever it is.  Maybe it's the half elf thing - sorry Becky, I wasn't
having a go - nice ears though" she smiled

   Becky laughed, Mark laughed and Simone joined in.

   "We have to do this together guys" suggested Mark

   "Group hug" announced Simone and, for the first time in many years, they
actually had a group hug.

   "Nice legs by the way" Simone smiled at Mark.

   "Yeah well cus, your leggings don't leave much to the imagination" he
replied

   Simone smiled but discreetly moved her water skin to the front of her
leggings just in case.

   He trio walked all day seeing nobody.  They made camp in a shallow
hollow with a rocky overhang to one side which would provide some shelter
in the event of rain.

   Becky did her fire trick whilst Mark collected wood and the three pooled
what little food they had left and ate it with the help of the remains of
the wine to wash down the now slightly stale bread.

   Mark awoke in the early hours as Becky moved off.

   "Making a visit" she answered his unspoken question.  "No stay there"
she answered the next unspoken question.

   He waited for her to return but drifted off after only a few minutes.

   Simone woke him at dawn.

   "Where's Becky?" she asked

   "What?" he answered rubbing the sleep from his eyes "she went to the loo
hours ago."

   "Alone?" Simone said accusingly

   "Yeah, she didn't want company any more than you did yesterday." He
snapped

   "That was different" Simone snapped back

   "Wait up Simone" said Mark raising his hands "We have to find her not
fight about it."

   Simone nodded sternly and shut off the words ready to spill out of her
mouth.

   Becky had slipped away from the dwindling fire light and clambered up
the slope of the hollow in search of the privacy of a few bushes.

   Business done she was making her way back to the hollow when she noticed
flickering movement ahead of her.  She was about to call out a warning to
the camp when a large hand clamped over her mouth and other hands whisked
her off her feet.

   She was carried that way for several hundred yards before the troop
stopped, gagged her and bound her hands and then slung her over a shoulder
before continuing the journey.

   These were large powerful men, or large and powerful anyway.  From the
little contact that she had she reckoned on rough skin, the kind that's
always out in the elements and, from the odour, very little washing.  They
travelled a long way.  Periodically she would be switched to an alternative
shoulder and, whilst Becky could see practically nothing, night vision
seemed to be no problem for these hulking brutes.

   Initially, when she had overcome the shock of capture, she had tried to
summon her magic.  The result of the first attempt had been a blinding
light in her mind and a searing pain that went on for quite some time.  The
second attempt rendered her unconscious and when she came too, still slung
over a shoulder and moving fast, she thought it through.

   Each time she had used her magic there had been subtle and instinctive
movements of her hands.  These would be difficult, although theoretically
possible she reasoned, with her hands bound.  Probably more importantly
would be the simultaneous incantations that also flowed naturally from the
young magic user.  The gag had effectively rendered her useless.

   As dawn crept over the horizon darkness crept over Becky.  She fought
back the urge to panic and worked out that they had entered a cave complex
of some kind.  They didn't go far as when she was roughly deposited on the
hard stone floor she could still see the faint glow of light from the cave
mouth which must have been just beyond the bend.

   Briefly she wondered if she would ever get a chance to see her captives
but then she heard the same striking of flint sound that Mark had
demonstrated and realised that they were making a fire.

   As the flames grew torches were thrust into them and hung on wall
brackets.  The cave came to life and Becky wished that it hadn't.

   Struggling to sit upright she looked around at her captors as they
worked to settle themselves in.  The first thing she noticed was that they
were green, not the delightful summer grass green of her cloak but a dark,
mottled green that made her think of death and decay.  They were also big.
The nearest one was probably the smallest at over 6 foot but there were
others closer to 7 or 8 feet tall who stooped in some areas of the cave.

   The only clothing in evidence was animal skins and firs wrapped around
their waists, in the fashion of the garments that used to be seen in the
old westerns on TV.

   Weaponry was apparently minimal.  Scattered about the cave were rough
hewn clubs with only very occasional metal blades.  But, she realised, a
blow from one of those clubs, wielded by an arm the size of a tree trunk
would probably finish most people.

   There appeared to seven of them.  All male.  A hunting party maybe.

   "Well" she thought "At least they didn't get Mark or Simone"

   One of them moved towards her.  His mouth opened and closed and noise
spilled out but it was like no language that Becky had ever heard before.

   Others nearby laughed and she assumed that she was the butt of some joke
or other.

   He bent and picked her up with one hand.  He held her close to his face
and spoke again.  She might have smiled back but for the gag.  As it was
all she could do was try and be still as her feet dangled a foot off the
ground.

   He yelled back over his shoulder and then, as another lumbering monster
came towards them, he held Becky out to the newcomer.

   The newcomer smiled a toothless smile, reached forward and tugged
sharply at the clasp on her cloak.  It gave way immediately and excited
chatter broke out as the folds revealed strips of pale flesh within.

   The oaf holding Becky put her down and let her stand long enough to pull
the cloak back off her shoulders.  The cloth was so plentiful that it
fairly filled her arms and made it even more unlikely that she could use
any form of hand gesture.

   She stood there in the half light defiantly wearing her delicate green
boots and those bright red panties as all seven of her captors gathered
around drooling.

   Becky grimaced as the first rough fingers made contact with her nipples.
They took turns to twist and tug the delicate pearls as the girl writhed.
All the time one of the brutes held her steady as his mates abused her
budding breasts and then she would be passed around the circle so all got
chance to play.  After a few minutes her nipples were on fire and she
winced each time a rough finger and thumb took a grip.

   Pretty soon, as her head hung low, they bored of her tits.  She was
lifted high again by one or other of the captors and her head snapped back
up, eyes wide, as those rough fingers scraped down her abdomen and under
the waistband of her bright red panties.  She waited for the inevitable
sensation of them being dragged down.  Waited because she could do nothing
else.  Instead, with a sharp tug that caused the waistband to cut into hr
pale flesh, the panties were ripped from her and tossed aside.

   For a moment she focussed on those discarded panties a few feet away
rather than allow her mind to recognise the activity below.

   Now as she dangled from the grip of one or other tormentor her nipples
were abused, her tight virgin cunt was probed and her butt hole was touched
in an aggressive and suggestive manner.

   As one brute rammed his middle finger into her cunt as hard as possible
she winced at the pain and thought that it could only get better.  Then out
of the cirner of her eye she saw those hide loin clothes being discarded
and huge green erections filled her vision.  She squealed her protest from
within the gag and witnessed laughter, or what appeared to pass for
laughter as fingers pumped in and out of her, pulling her rosy inner flesh
to the outside for all to see.

   As more and more of the circle became a naked erect circle she disgusted
herself by coming hard around the finger the probing her cunt.  As the
green skinned hulk withdrew the finger, tasted it and grunted something to
his fellows a roar went up and Becky feared for her life as well as her
innocence.  After all, how could one of those things possibly fit inside of
her.

   Mark & Simone hurried down the obvious trail left by the raiding party.
Mark had discovered an in built tracking ability but it was really not
needed due to the mess that this group made as they went.  They were
obviously not concerned about being tracked, or simply hadn't worked out
that possibility.  Still Mark was able to discern where they had stopped,
the first time to bind their captive and subsequently to pass the bundle
from one to another and after the first hour he reckoned that they were
actually gaining on the pack.

   It was another 40 minutes before they caught the scent of wood smoke and
spied the cave ahead.

   "What do we do when we get there?" asked Simone

   "We rescue Becky" Mark had replied simply.  "I'm guessing that she can't
do her magic for some reason otherwise she'd be with us now.  Maybe she
left the game already" he finished.

   "Don't say that" snapped Simone "Maybe she's just unconscious."

   The pair crept forwards as silently as they could.  Hey need not have
concerned themselves unduly as the noise within the cave was too much for
any of the orcs, for that is what they were, to have heard their approach.

   Becky, for her part, was writhing on yet another thick calloused finger.
Briefly she thought of the occasional imaginations in the middle of the
night and in the comfort of her own bed.  Imagined boys, Mark and others
who she knew who might finally stretch between her parted legs.

   Now, she realised, her virginity would be taken from her rather than
freely given and not even to a human boy.  Tears began to roll, slowly and
then at gathering pace.  When her captors saw them they laughed louder and
bellowed longer.

   Becky squealed loudly, even through her gag, as she was suddenly up
ended.

   Mark and Simone exchanged quick smiles from the cave entrance.  She was,
at least, alive.

   The current holder of the whore, for that is what the orcs called the
orc holding their plaything, had decided that things needed to move along.
He spun her effortlessly in his great hands until he held her just above
each knee with her head dangling a few feet from the ground.  Then, with
great show and determination he leaned his head forward, lifted the girl
higher and, to much noise and encouragement from his fellows, he tasted
her. His long tongue slipped between her pale thighs, split open her out
lips and probed deep inside.

   Becky disgraced herself with a second orgasm as his tongue went in for
the second time and he roared his success at the fresh taste.  That spurred
his fellows on.  The nearest grabbed at the girl's head, tore of the gag
and, as the feelings built within her, buried his erection in her mouth. 
The magical surge bounced off of the inside of her brain and she nearly
passed out even as the orc held her ears to bounce his erection off the
back of her tender throat.

   Becky forced herself to concentrate in case an opportunity should arise
again.  She concentrated on what was to hand, or to mouth in her case, she
concentrated on the foul taste of orc cock, the probability of the last
time it might have been washed and the length that she might realistically
have to take before the mighty beast passed her to the next erection.  It
was less than pleasant.

   It was less than pleasant for Mark and Simone when they reached the bend
in thecave and saw Becky being used in this way.  Simone had to place a
quieting hand on the boys shoulder to stop him lunging forward uselessly as
the pair witnessed Becky's eyes go wide as the orc feasted on her clit and
the first cock was replaced in her mouth by number two.

   The plan was as simple as it could be.  They would spread out and rush
them with whatever they could muster hoping above hope that they might take
a couple down in the first assault and hat Becky might have enough in her
to do some damage of her own.

   Simone knew that Mark wouldn't be held back for long and moved quickly
but quietly into position.  Hammer in one hand, handy rock in the other she
glanced at the boy warrior.  His sword was out and he held a small dagger
in the other.  His eyes were wild and he strained at the unseen leash that
the girl had persuaded him to accept.

   With a flash of her eyes she unleashed the boy.

   Mark stood, screamed his bloodlust and hurled his dagger all at once. 
Similarly, from the other side of the cave Simone bellowed, hurled her rock
and moved forward hammer raised.

   The dagger imbedded itself in the bare buttocks of one poor orc who
yelped and spent some time trying to reach behind for the unseen pain.  The
hurled rock bounced off the head of another orc.  He staggered but didn't
fall and, instead, turned to face the hammer bearer.

   Becky was discarded as six of the naked orcs, erections bobbing before
them, moved en masse towards the attackers.  A couple recognised Simone as
yet more fun and issued guttural orders that she was to be captured not
killed.  Mark was to be dismembered on the spot.

   Mark slashed at the first orc he met.  He struck lucky and an arm was
almost completely severed.  The orc crashed to the floor in agony and the
next orc fell over him.  The third took the time to gather one of the
massive clubs and advanced on the boy warrior more cautiously.  At the same
time, the clumsy faller regained his feet and also advanced.

   The three that had targeted Simone were more cautious from the start. 
Apart from the fact that they wanted her body alive and well they were also
wary of the heavy hammer and the firebrand that she had collected along the
way.

   It was unfortunate number 7 who, having finally rid himself of the
irritating dagger in his buttocks, noticed Becky sitting upright and
concentrating.  He stepped in front of the near naked mage just as she let
rip.  The orc was swept off of his feet and hurled across the room in the
general direction of Simone and her three orcs.  Simone saw him coming and
dropped smartly to the floor, one orc turned to see what she was excited
about and he was caught full in the face by a flying orc.  He went down and
didn't stand up again.  Unlucky number 7 continued his journey finally
splattering on the cave wall, his stomach split under the impact and his
insides starting to get to the outsides.

   Both of Simone's surviving orcs turned to face Becky as one.  That would
have been a mistake at best of times but Simone was seriously pissed off
and well aware of just how tight her leggings had become after seeing her
cousin pleasuring the green skins.

   Her hammer hit one in the side of the head and he fell heavily, groaning
but offering no threat.  The second saw, but didn't believe, the blue ball
leave Becky.  He watched transfixed as it hit him, was absorbed into him
and then exploded silently.  His eyes bulged as the lights went out and he
was dead before his knees buckled.

   By this time the three remaining orcs were aware that they had a fight
on their hands.  One was tempted to simply escape and, in fact, when the
opportunity arose, he did, indeed try and barge past Mark to the cave
mouth.

   Mark would have none of it though and he briefly gave up his careful
guard to slash at the back of the escaping legs.  Tendons were cut and with
a shriek of serious pain and fear the fleeing orc fell to the ground.  One
of the others took the opportunity of swinging at the warrior, caught Mark
full in the chest and lifted the youngster off his feet with the blow. 
Mark crumpled and the orc gave a roar of triumph.  It was short lived
though, both orcs noticed Simone dash for cover and turned to look as Becky
bellowed her hatred, her fear and loathing in one swift and terrible
revenge.  When Simone could see through the dust and debris the two orcs
were simply not there.  They weren't decapitated or dead, they just didn't
exist any more.

   Simone stood to find Becky hunched over an orc who had been previously
knocked unconscious.  As the older girl watched the mage calmly knelt and
with her razor sharp dagger, slit his throat as he lay unconscious.

   "There's one trying to crawl away" she hissed to Simone "Help me over to
him will you?"

   "I'll deal with him" offered Simone

   "No.  No you won't.  He's alive and awake.  He's going to know who it
was that finished him." Answered the mage dispassionately.

   Simone let Becky lean against her as they made their way to the cave
mouth.  In the sunlight the crippled orc was still trying to crawl away. 
Becky mumbled something and the orc spun, landing heavily on his back.  His
eyes were wide with fear and he made no attempt to lash out as the mage
drew closer.

   "Careful" warned Simone "those arms can still do damage you know."

   Becky looked coldly at the girl.  "He can't move.  He can feel and he
can fear, but he can't move."

   "What are you going to do?" asked Simone quietly.

   "Whatever I like just like they were doing to me." She spat "now going
and tend to Mark I need some time alone with this beast.

   Simone sat with Mark, she had cast a couple of gentle healing spells,
applied the right antiseptic herbs to the cuts and grazes and now just held
his head in her lap whilst the orc screamed out of her view.  Eventually
the screaming stopped and Becky now fully wrapped in her flowing green
cloak calmly returned to the cave, picked up her torn panties and politely
asked Simone if she had any spare sowing gear.

   An hour or so later and Mark was sat alongside Becky as she
painstakingly used minute stitches to repair the torn panties.  Simone had
taken it upon herself to clean up and had determinedly dragged the bodies,
and bits of bodies, to the cave mouth where she rolled them over the lip of
he path to the forest below.  Some animal or other will feast tonight she
thought.

   The last orc to be dealt with was the one who had tried to escape.  For
some reason she didn't really want to look at him but with tremendous
effort and a determination not to heave all over the place she did finally
grab his ankles and start working him to the lip of the path.  She tried to
avoid looking higher than his knees but she couldn't quite keep it up and
the last abiding memory of that particular orc as he finally rolled over
the edge and out of sight was of the bloody remnants of his penis hanging
limply from his mouth and his testicles forced in where his eyes might once
have lived.

   At least the carnage had stopped her having to deal with her own
particular problems.  Briefly, she wondered whether her own monster would
ever surface again but she felt an immediate stirring and shut the thoughts
away quickly.

   Inside Becky had finished her stitching and wandered to the back of the
cave, turned her back on Mark and slipped her bright red panties back into
place.

   Simone, satisfied that both were on the mend, decided to go exploring.
She was unsure how far they were off their chosen route but confident that
the orcs would not have been quite so careless if they were in an are
inhabited by humans.  Thus her best hope was to do a little hunting,
although she wasn't sure where that urge sprang from, and try and identify
possible routes back to their planned path without having to backtrack for
half a day.  Besides, she reasoned, a little rest would do Mark the power
of good.  She couldn't hide the truth from herself though.  She really
didn't want to be around Becky for a while.

   Eventually, after sitting in silence for almost an hour Becky started to
speak.  She tol how she was grabbed in the darkness, bound and then
carried. She told how the orcs took turns to carry her so that they didn't
have to stop.

   She paused after the arrival at the cave and then described how her
cloak had been wrenched open and forced behind her back to expose her
nipples.  She bit her lip before trying to describe the pain that the
creatures had inflicted as they took turns to pinch and squeeze breasts and
nipples.

   "You don't have to tell me all this Becks" said Mark soothingly.

   The girl looked at him and, for the first time since her rescue, she
looked at him like Becky used to not as a magical party member.

   "I do" she said quietly "You don't have to listen but it would help me
if I could talk about it."

   "If you're sure" the boy waved her on.

   Becky described the way her bright red panties had been ripped from her
body and how their huge calloused fingers had violated her time and time
again.  Tears formed in her eyes as she described her fear at being turned
upside down and having her head fixed to one huge erection after another.

   "But" she said angrily "That's not the worst part, not by far."

   Mark thought for a moment before asking what it was that she hadn't
already told him.

   "The bastards made me come.  They made me come and they cheered their
success.  The bastards made me come three times before you arrived.  They
would have raped me, probably killed me, but by turning me into one of
their disgusting whores they have done the most damage." She finished in
tears.

   Mark put a tentative arm about her and felt her flinch under his touch.

   "I won't hurt you Becks" he whispered.

   She sobbed into his shoulder and he listened to her cry.

   Eventually she quietened down.  He wasn't sure if she was awake or
sleeping but he felt the need to offer comfort none the less.

   "You know Becky," he said softly "you can't be blamed for your body's
natural reaction.  I mean, after all, its not even your normal body."

   He listened for a reaction before going on.

   "It's not your fault, it's no fault of yours that your body reacted like
that.  Don't forget that, you're better than that cuz."

   He allowed the silence to grow satisfied that Becky must have drifted
off.

   Suddenly she spoke.

   "So, you're telling me that being molested by them and enjoying it
doesn't put you off a bit?" she asked pointedly.

   "What?" he replied "I told you, it's not your fault."

   "But can you honestly tell me that you aren't a little put off?" she
continued.

   "I don't know what this is all about Becky Robinson but I promise you
that I would not be in the least put off."

   "Well" she snapped "when I was pretty sure that they were gonna rape me
I remembered thinking that it might have been you taking my cherry."

   She cut off his attempted interruption.

   "And" she continued "when I had sat right next to you stitching up my
panties you didn't even joke about have a look before I put them on."

   "I don't believe this" stormed Mark "I didn't know that I was in with a
chance at popping your cherry and" he continued as she huffed "I was fully
aware of your lack of clothing under that robe, BUT I was equally aware
that you had been nearly gang banged by a group of monster cocks.  I
thought that staying quiet and giving you time and room was the right thing
to do."

   Becky laughed.

   "You're right of course" she admitted "I would probably have slammed you
into the wall if you'd asked right then.  I just needed to hear you say it
is all."

   "Becky, if my ribs didn't hurt quite so much I'd put you over my knee"
he quipped

   "No Mark, you can try that at home, out of the game but if you try it
now I'll turn you into a frog."

   He saw her serious face vanish into smiles and laughed along with her.

   "So" he said into the eventual silence "have I missed my chance or will
you give me a flash to help my recovery?"

   "Sly Mark, very sly."

   He raised an eyebrow.

   "How would it help the recovery then?" she asked

   "It's a well known fact that happy people tend to heal quicker and" he
added hurriedly "seeing you in those panties ....  Or even less, would make
me a very happy person."

   Becky smiled as she stood and reached for the clasp.

   "Last chance to admit your disgust oh warrior hero"

   "No way, no fucking way, c'mon get `em off."

   Becky chuckled as she slipped the robe back and off and stood before the
boy warrior in boots and panties.

   Mark licked his lips.  "You know, when I arrived I didn't get a good
look `cause of all the green monster things, but you're kinda pretty."

   Becky curtsied and blushed at the same time.  "You have seen them before
of course" she added.

   "Um, but I thought a bit of flattery might make the panties vanish" he
said with a wink.

   "Mark!  Do you seriously expect to get me naked that easily?"

   "You wouldn't be naked" he said pointedly staring at the delicate green
boots "And I haven't had an easy day so far" he added pouting.

   "How long is it since we did the show and tell?" she asked

   His eyes sparkled but he pretended not to understand.

   "I reckon I was about 8" she went on.  "Four years, have you got
something worth looking at yet?"

   "BECKY!"

   She squealed, knelt and reached under his chain mail skirt.  The loin
cloth came off in seconds and she flipped the skirt back, as well as one
can "flip" a chain mail skirt, to reveal a gently growing erection.

   "Now that" she said licking her own lips "is worth a four year wait"

   Before the boy could argue, protest or, more importantly, cover up Becky
slipped her thumbs under the waistband of the infamous panties and little
by little, as his erection grew, slipped them down, past her boots and into
the space of the cave.  She stood astride his outstretched legs and watched
his reaction.  She watched his eyes and his cock.  Both offered favourable
opinion.

   "Um, do you shave?" the boy finally asked

   "uh-huh, Simone suggested it.  Said boys find it more attractive."

   "So Simone shaves too?"

   "Guess so, never seen" said Becky as she spread her legs and bent her
knees a little to expose more and more to the boy.

   Mark reached up and stroked her leg just above the knee.

   "Easy my warrior prince.  I'm not ready to lose my cherry right now."

   "Oh, ok.  We could just cuddle a bit if you want." He said quietly not
wanting the moment to end just yet.

   "Or I could show you what my friends taught me earlier." She suggested

   "oh what?" he asked confused.

   Becky grinned dropped to her knees and with a wink ducked her head to
the tip of his erection.

   "ahhhh shit" he exclaimed.

   Becky lifted her head "Am I doing something wrong?"

   "Right now" he gasped "you're not doing anything at all."

   Becky giggled and dropped her mouth to his cock once more.

   "Hey guys" said Simone as she rounded the bend of the cave.  Her eyes
met the sight of Becky's firm buttocks sticking in the air as her head
bobbed up and down in Mark's lap.

   "Shit sorry!" she hissed as she retreated rapidly.

   "Simo.....ahhhhhhhh" Mark started to shout after her but came at that
exact moment and filled his cousins mouth as he did so.

   Simone was already undoing her leggings as she hit the mouth of the
cave. She made it a few more steps before she shoved her leggings down,
inserted one finger into her own cunt and wrapped her other hand around her
freshly engorged member.

   "That didn't taste too bad" announced Becky as she wiped her mouth on
the back of her hand.  "Much better than the green guys stuff." She added
with a wink.

   "It was awesome Becks but Simone...."

   "Yeah I heard her but I was busy.  She'll cope." Said the returning
mage.

   "Please Becky, please go and see if she's ok."

   "ok if it makes you happy oh master." Said the girl as she stood and
wandered, naked save for her boots, to the cave entrance.

   Simone wasn't immediately in view and the young mage stepped out of the
cave a few feet to see how far she had gone.

   Becky was somewhat surprised to see Simone huddled against the cliff
wall, leggings around her ankles and a hand between her legs.

   "Simone" she called gently "Are you ok?"

   Simone responded with a guttural roar as her own huge erection erupted.
She staggered, lost her balance and fell in a heap exposing her body to her
cousin in the process.

   "Shit Simone!" squealed Becky

   "You mustn't tell" Simone hissed urgently

   "How did you get that!" Becky exclaimed staring intently at the
diminishing monster.

   "It was here when I arrived.  It's difficult to control and, er, when
its grows I kinda have to do something about it.  Please don't tell Mark,
I'll be a laughing stock."

   Becky giggled.  "Simone, he's naked except for his skirt and you just
caught him getting his first ever blow job." He ain't gonna laugh at you.

   Simone looked at her near naked cousin.  She looked at the small but
pert breasts, the firm stomach and the hairless pussy.  "Oh shit!" she
exclaimed

   "What?" queried Becky

   Simone took her hands from her groin and Becky watched in amazement as
the huge cock reinflated.

   "Jeez quick recovery"

   "Just go back inside and put some clothes on" snapped Simone "I'll be in
when it's gone."

   Becky might have giggled, Simone couldn't be sure.

   "I said thank you to Mark" said Becky "I could do the same for you."

   "Oh shit!" exclaimed Simone but she rolled onto her back and spread her
legs none the less.

   Becky smiled as she knelt before the throbbing erection.  "Make me proud
Simone"

   Simone couldn't help herself.  She grabbed the sides of Becky's head and
fairly forced her monster erection into her mouth.  It bounced off the back
of her throat and, from somewhere, Becky applied suction.

   "Fuckin `ell" snarled Simone as she filled her cousins mouth with a
fresh batch of cum.  "Now go cover up before I come back in" she hissed.
   End of Part 2.