We arrived there, and Sally gawked at the huge crowd. They were an amalgamation of various nobles and slaves, with not a few wearing the white hooded cloak that marked them as Herald monks. They were all looking toward the center, except for the slaves who tended their masters, and I paled as I saw why.

Two girls, perhaps no older than twelve, and a young woman, around sixteen, stood with nooses around their necks, on a crude but effective gallows. The woman had long brown hair, small but perky breasts, and doe brown eyes. She was in the process of being fucked by an old man, who, despite his age, was holding up quite well. On one side, a blonde girl stood. Her hair had been cut short, and her bright blue eyes were dull with jadedness and weariness, as a voluptuous woman spanked her hard. On her other side was a slim, tanned girl, with bronze hair and tawny eyes, who was being anally fisted by a reasonably fat man.

All three girls had the signs of being raped on them. They were all bruised in various areas, most sexual, and had the vestiges of dried cum. I noticed that the High Priest stood ready, with his "rod of light" out, to "purify" the girls. As I tried to force my way through the crowd secretively, all ideas of breaking the train up abandoned, the people molesting the three girls finished, and the High Priest began a hopefully long speech on sin. I heard none of it, but I heard Mary hissing behind me as hands groped her sexy little body.

"What about breaking the train up?" she said through gritted teeth, then yelped as a man took an especially good smack at her ass.

"Rescue the three up there first, unless I say otherwise." I said sternly. When I looked back up again, I thought it was too late.

The oldest girl's block, which had supported her feet, had been kicked aside. The perverted High Priest was laughing as he fucked her while she struggled for air, impaling herself on his cock to push her throat a bit higher. I gave up any pretense at trying to be secretive. "Cover me!" I roared at Sally, who did just that. Darting like a firefly yet striking like the snake, she quickly cleared those around me, leaving a good, 10 foot circle around us. I sent a blade of auric energy at the ropes holding the girls hanging, and they broke. For good measure, I also blasted the High Priest right off the gallows and into the crowd.

Chaos reigned. The noblemen and women automatically panicked, and began to stampede away from me. The crossbowmen had barely fumbled for their bolts when their crossbows were snapped cleanly in half, courtesy of auric power. Some young nobles tried their hand with swords and spears, only to be blasted away before they even came close enough to touch me.

Interestingly enough, I noticed the slaves had begun to fight as well. It looked good for them, as barely any master expected the woman or man he or she had just been fucking to turn on them. However, some slaves were not as lucky, and I saw auras wink out as people were trampled or killed. I checked the center, where the three girls still stood on their platform, and paled as I noticed one of the leaders I mentioned earlier. He held a heavy looking broadsword in his hands, and, by his stance and his muscles, I could only infer that he meant to do business with it.

Desperate to save these girls I didn't even know, I sent a large blast of auric energy straight at him. It was so powerful, he sensed it before it hit him straight on the chest, crushing his strong ribs and throwing him into the stampeding crowd.

The next leader I only killed after he had taken a few others away. I noticed that a few of the rebel slaves had fallen, hit by arrows. I distinctly remembered breaking all the bows and crossbows, and it wasn't like these people to have spares. Using my auric energy I sensed him, a lean man in the shadows of the caravan, with a large and powerful longbow. He was cruelly using heavy, broad tipped arrows that slammed people back when they hit, and girls and slaves were around him, frighteningly motionless.

So I tried a trick I had learned in a war before. "Cover me!" I shouted again at Sally, who barely seemed to hear me. She was fighting with three boys (I say boys since they must have only been around twelve) at once, holding them off with a spear while all they held were short improvised weapons. I helped her by creating a flaming pain in one of the boy's balls, and he fell, gasping, to the ground. I watched the leader closely as he notched another arrow, another broad tipped behemoth, which could easily render limbs useless. I could have sworn he smiled as he aimed the arrow at a slave who was grappling with her master, and fired it.

I grinned as I tried my trick. It require fast reflexes, and, simply explained, it was turning the arrow around almost as soon as it was fired, keeping all the energy but simply misdirecting its path. In a way, one could call it extreme deflection.

The man grunted as his arrow slammed into his own arm, and screamed in pain for a few seconds before he went down. It wasn't a perfect return shot, but I managed to pull it off while fighting, so it was good. I left him as he was, satisfied that he would die at the hands of the slaves.

There was one more man, the back up back up, as people may call it. He was found without too much difficulty. A lumbering monster of a man, more hairy bear than human. Interestingly enough, he was the smartest too, wasting no time with slaves, punching and pushing them aside to make way to Sally and me. Sally had disposed of the three boys, and there seemed to be no one else to challenge her, but she still kept a wary eye, trying to look everywhere at once. I let the man come close enough, then lunged at him, growling like a wolf. It had been so long since I had good hand to hand combat.

He was surprised when I slammed into his stomach, then more surprised when I bounced off, instead of aiming for his head. We circled like wrestlers for a second, then he came for me, one arm swinging. I dodged the blow, and deflected his oncoming next one, which I expected.

He didn't expect me to also duck below it at the same time, then hit the backs of his legs. He collapsed forward, and one well placed shot in the face broke his neck, a clean death.

I had been having so much fun in the single combat, I hardly noticed the crowd of slaves (some with their masters in ropes or chains) that had surrounded me. The few nobles that I could see free barely met my eye. I saw Sally at the front of the crowd, carried on a litter by four young, nude boys. She was fine, and having the time of her life, it looked like. She especially eyed the boys with lust, but met my eye when I saw her.

The next few minutes passed like an eternity, but then, a roaring cheer went up. It started near the back, and I later found out it was Ella and Mary, who had gotten tired of hiding, who had started it. It didn't matter anyways. I was carried by a few slim yet delicate women (none over twenty, mind) and paraded around, and passed around, hardly having any time totally on my feet. Even when standing up, girls touched my auric clothing, held me by my arms, and generally molested me. I never knew that I could be molested before.

I must have dozed off or something, because the next thing I know, I was in one of the caravans, lying on the soft, bed inside. The thing was illogically large, having enough room for a bed and even a small table. A chest in the corner held pretty clothes, men's, but I felt uncomfortable wearing anything but my auric cloth. Ella and her boyfriend were kissing passionately in a cramped corner, so I left, to give them a bit of privacy.

I met Sally and Mary outside, and we discussed what to do, along with Amy, the young woman I had saved, and Marsha, the oldest women here, but still only around thirty, with raven black hair and a slim and sexual body.

I was declared head of the caravan. It was unanimous. I tried worming my way out of it, tried to make it so that we (Sally, Mary, Ella, Jonathan, and me), could get to Elvesvard without the whole damn caravan.

Everything I threw at them, they had a counter. I protested that they could elect a female or something for leader. They said that the female would soon be overthrown by a Herald or other noble, and nothing would change. I said they could kick the nobles on the side of the road. They were planning to do that anyways, but without nobles (and thus, without good fighters and words to back them up), they would be easy pickings for anything that came their way. I finally tried saying it was none of my business, that I should not, would not be tied up in such things. I got such an evil glare from Sally, I couldn't go on beyond that.

So it was official. I was leader. Firstly, I made a roster of all the surviving people. Despite the many who had been killed, the roster was huge. So I went to see nobles, since we were planning to kick them out. We probably needed to keep some, I decided, for insurance and other things like that.

The first few I met were the male and female older elite, the ones who joined this because it was the only way their jaded tongues could taste anymore. Typically, they were somewhat older, in their late thirties or forties, and professional to the extreme. Many attempted to portray a humble air when talking to me, but I spied on them out of sight and found they still treated the slaves arrogantly. They were thrown out on their asses, with the poorest little wagons. I kept none of them, since they could be the most dangerous.

The next group, around twenty years of age, tended to be the same, only a lot more obvious. Expecting me to bow and scrape to them, even after I had defeated all of their best, they offered me positions, money, possessions. I laughed in their faces and gave their asses an even harder kick than the others, and didn't give them much. Their jingling moneypouches would be good enough, if they could get to a safe place. I kept one, though, a quiet, blue aura young man, named Ben, who seemed quite nice, and, even when I wasn't there, treated the slaves kindly, even gently caring for a young girl who had been trampled in the rush.

The last few I met were not much older than the slaves they had controlled, teenagers, the youngest, a boy of twelve. Gaudy and headstrong, they nevertheless were still clay to be molded, having not been too influenced by their superiors. I was surprised to find some girls among these, shy young things that probably came only because of their parents or to attract some of the nobles. I kept the most out of these, only kicking out the loudmouthed, high tempered, and suspicious ones. Some wanted to go with their relations, who I had kicked out, and I gladly let them.

This having been done, I also began to take out some of the wagons in the caravan. As much as I would have liked to keep the wagon full of perfume, or the one with mirrors, I left them by the side of the road, along with the people. We left with only a few luxuries, and even those being food, so I could spare the horses to carry the wagons with people in them. The people who stayed numbered around the one hundred, from the original three or four hundred.

I spent that night with Mary, finally back to protecting her as I had originally been charged. Sally was in a different wagon, probably with some boy who had caught her eye. Mary and I lay in the plush bed, alone, listening to the crickets chirp. My cock was rock hard, pressed against her back. She felt it, but gave no sign. Her aura was muted from the original gold it had been, tinged with a bit of brown. I felt there was something wrong.

"Mary..." I whispered into her ear. "I feel there is something wrong...what is it?"

Her aura flared a tiny bit, into a more hopeful color, although the brown never left entirely. "Do you love me?" she asked in the innocent, straightforward way that only she could pull off.

"Yes." I replied almost automatically.

She turned to face me, and I could see that not only her aura was hopeful now, but her eyes were tinged with tears. "Then why do you spend so much time with Sally? I want to be with you more, I want you just as much as her! Why do you ignore me!" Tears coursed out of her eyes.

I was touched. No one I had ever known had loved me so much, to move them to cry. I could almost not say anything at first. I kissed her first, and she pushed hungrily on me, a starving girl who hadn't eaten for a while. She didn't protest as our clothes faded away, and went down on my cock as if her life depended on it.

She gobbled it, licked it, shoved it down her throat like it was nothing. She did everything that I knew off using mouth and cock, and a few that I didn't. She took both my balls into her mouth, and shuffled them around a bit, making them totally wet before letting them fall. She wrapped my cock in her hair and gave me a handjob that way, her silky smooth hair like ecstasy itself. She put her mouth to the tip of my cock, and, without moving, just sucked as hard as she could. I almost came there, but I knew what I needed to do.

I lifted her off there, and kissed her tear streaked face multiple times, on her lips, her eyes, her nose, her cheeks. My hands caressed her nipples gently as I kissed her, and I heard her moan.

I wanted to shove my cock in her pussy, to take her as if she was mine and mine only, to lovingly ravish every inch of her toned body, to tear into her like she was the last food on earth, and me a starving man. I resisted. She would let me do everything mentioned above, and more, if I wanted to. But this wasn't about me, this was about her, this was me trying to show her I loved her. Admittedly, it was sex, and there was very little to do that would convince her that I loved her for herself as well as her pre-adolescent body. Still, I had to do something to make up with her.

I lifted her body from my chest, and her pussy from my cock. I moved her pussy to my chest area, where I let it sit for a bit, so I could simply admire its perfection. Mary was breathing hard now, her eyes starry as well as teary. I moved her pussy onto my face.

For the next few minutes, there were two things in the universe, Mary and me. Her precious pussy was open to my seeking tongue and fingers, and she veritably thrashed as I pleasured her to no end. My rock hard cock was ignored; her pleasure was mine in this intimate bonding. She came, squirting her delicious juices all over my face; I cared not, my only purpose in this world was to make her happy. She came again as I gently rubbed her clit while licking her pussy, squealing and moaning at my violation of her most secret place.

I could have gone on forever; time did not exist in the little bubble world we had created. Mary herself stopped me, using the pillow to support her as she got off my face, legs unsteady, pussy still dripping juice. "Time for me to pleasure you." she said in a husky voice. I told her, assured her she did not have to, but she fixed me with a look that was part lust, part determination. "But I want to. I want you to be mine, forever and ever. We'll be together forever."

With that, she sat on my cock. Despite being in the afterglow of two magnificent orgasms, she still managed to stimulate herself as she impaled herself on my cock. The look on her face was pure ecstasy, and she ignored how my cock forced her open, how tight she was, as she moved up and down.

The slow, sensual movement of her hips increased in speed, eventually becoming a primal beat against mine. I thrusted up as she slammed down, and she moved her body on top of mine for better leverage. Her hip pumping became faster and faster, almost a blur in the dark as she moved up and down. I could barely hold it, and nearly all my effort went into stopping my orgasm, hoping for this pleasure to last just one more minute, second, anything.

No use. I jetted into her, and she stopped when she felt it, content to let her pussy muscles massage the rest out of me. And massage they did, for I felt like I squirted a gallon of cum up her tight cunt before she pulled it out, letting her cum drip onto me. We were filthy and we reveled in it.

She collapsed beside me again. "You need to clean up." I told her weakly.

"Ok." She nodded. Apparently, cleaning up meant sucking me dry, getting all the cum caught in the nooks and crannies in my legs, then drinking all that she could get out of her own pussy. I didn't complain; the show was nearly enough to make me orgasm again.

We lay in bed, close to each other, closer to each other than we had ever been. "You know," Mary mused, contemplatively, "now that I think about it, I'm not so mad about you being with Sally. She's my friend, so it's ok. Just remember you love me the most, out of any girl...ever!" With that all encompassing statement, she rolled over, and was soon asleep.