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 Skin Game
   (c) 2006 by Artful Dom
   This story is intended for "adults" if you are not legally an adult by
your home state or country's definition, stop now, do not read this.
   Story Codes (Oral, Anal, TG, Exh, Fantasy, Hum, BDSM, Tort, NC, MF, FF,
MM, M+F, Beast, Monster)
   These are the first seven chapters of a longer story.  My intent is to
create a tale with just about every story code, yet still be something I
might want to read.  Hope you enjoy it.
   Chapter 0 - Prologue
   Casey Melville eagerly wheeled himself to the front door in response to
hearing the mail man.  He opened the door, pushed his wheel chair slightly
forward, then leaned over and pulled the shipping package out of his low
mounted mail box.  Checking the label, he saw that it had indeed come from
Artful Dominion Games.  He pulled out the other mail, then rolled backward
and locked the door.
   He rolled to his desk, dropped the various other envelopes in his inbox,
then ripped open the package and spilled out its contents.  A jewel case
with two DVDs, a glossy color instruction booklet, a fold out paper map and
a letter addressed to him.  He folded open the letter and read.
   Dear Mr.  Melville,
   We are delighted that you have accepted our invitation to beta test
Artful Dominion's Newest game.  As someone who has accomplished so much,
and who holds so many records, in our earlier games, we are sure you will
give this game a thorough workout.
   We have setup a special support address for beta testers at
beta.support@ArtfulDominionGames.com, you can also reach us by phone 24/7
at 1-800-555-2382.
   Please remember to complete the feedback form at
www.ArtfulDominionGames.com/beta each time you advance to a new level.
   Thank you for your assistance G.  Magus CEO
   Casey smiled, he held the speed record hitting 30th level in Eternal
Journey II: Lands of Dominion.  He also held the speed record for hitting
21st level as a thief, and was the first to have found the Arch Relic
Dagger of Blood.  His standing in his guild was second to none.  As someone
who had so little of what could be called a "real" life, he found himself
reveling in his power and success in these virtual worlds.  He spent hours
a day on line interacting with other people, having adventures, all from
his wheelchair via computer.
   Casey sometimes wondered what it would be like to be normal.  He had
been born with a birth defect that made his legs useless.  Between his
parents and various grants he had made it through school and gotten a job
with an ISP.  He worked from home, so he didn't have to venture out much.
When he did it was always a painful reminder of how different he was, from
so called "normal" people.
   No one in his online community knew he was handicapped.  Hell, most of
them thought he was a girl.  He had found that other players were nicer to
female characters, so he tended to create his game alter egos as females. A
couple of times he'd been approached about cyber sex, but he hadn't had any
interest.  For one thing, those approaching him were always male, or at
least seemed to be.  It was one thing to flirt a bit, pretending to be a
girl was often quite fun.  But chatting with some guy while he wanked off,
that thought just made him queasy.
   The freebies he got from other players just for flirting had helped him
rise above his peers.  So he'd be making another female character for this
game.  It would make setting records easier.  So thinking her turned back
to the included materials.
   He unfolded the map.  It was the same world he was used to from Eternal
Journey I and II.  It looked like some of the borders had changed, and
there was some additional detail.  It displayed the familiar lopsided
diamond shaped continent.  The largest political unit by far was the
Romarian Dominion.  It occupied all of the Eastern coastal region, most of
the Southern coast and farm lands and a good portion of the Northern
Steppe. Barbarians controlled the remainder of the Steppe and frigid North.
The Western coast was made up of the so called "Free" kingdoms.
   He opened the glossy book and flipped through the installation
instructions.  Typical stuff.  "Put disk in, click, click, enter long
string of gibberish, click some more, wait." He found the classes to be a
little different.  He especially liked the "Martial Artist" class.  He
usually played thieves, he liked the sneaking about and mobility.  The
ability to spy on others and know things no one else knew.  But Martial
Artists could dispense with weapons and armor.  Their abilities to dodge
blows would make up for the fact the thieves couldn't wear armor if they
wanted to be any good at sneaking.  Plus the ability to attack effectively
bare handed, that could be handy if he lost or dropped his weapon.
   He went ahead and started the install process as he continued to read.
By the time the software was installed on his gaming PC, a high end AMD
with the latest NVidia card and SATA drives, he was ready to create his
character.
   Looking at the racial abilities there was nothing special or new there.
So he chose a half elf.  A good bet for a thief.  Their high agility scores
and ability to see in the dark were useful.  While they were not as magical
as a full elf, for a thief that wasn't a problem, and the low strength and
endurance scores of a full elf made them too fragile if it came down to
hand to hand.
   He set his scores.  Moderate strength, endurance and intelligence.  Low
wisdom.  High agility and charisma.  The new rules said that your selection
of character skins would be influenced by your scores.  If you had a high
strength you would only be able to select well muscled skins, if you had a
low charisma, you would only have access to ugly skins.  If he wanted to
use flirting to get stuff he'd have to be hot, so a high charisma was a
must.  Even if it would have been nice to use those points on strength or
endurance.
   Then he got to the next part of the character building process, creating
the appearance of your character's avatar.  This step controlled what other
players would see.  He was impressed.  The selection of faces, builds, hair
styles, eyes, mouth, etc.  was quite a bit improved from previous versions.
As was the overall quality of the images, they were pretty much photo
realistic.  He had wondered why it took two DVDs to hold all this, now he
knew.
   His character ended up being a tall slender female half elf.  Her figure
was female, but almost boyish.  Her face had huge dark eyes, a dainty nose
and generous full lipped mouth.  Her skin was a pale ivory and her hair was
dark chestnut brown that extended to her waist.  As she slowly turned and
modeled on the screen in her tiny bikini like basic outfit he found himself
becoming slightly aroused.
   He felt that the time for that sort of thing was later.  After he had
conquered this game he'd go download some good smut.  In the mean time he
went on to the next step selecting body mods.  He chose a couple of
tattoos. A patterned band of geometric designs around her left bicep and a
matching band around her left thigh.  The he pierced her lip, eyebrow, ears
and navel.  He noticed you could pierce nipples, clitoris and labia.  He
was a bit bemused because the halter and shorts the avatar was wearing
covered these areas.  This game was labeled MA, so maybe they were just
playing to the teens who were into that sort of thing.
   Lastly came dressing and outfitting.  He found he got a dagger, leather
belt, sandals and a crude shift.  Just for jollies he tried dressing his on
screen persona in the belt, and sandals, but not the shift.  He noticed
there was still an option to remove clothes and he clicked that.  The tiny
halter and bottom disappeared and he found himself looking at a fully
detailed nude girl.
   He laughed and spoke his thoughts out loud, "The programmers must have
put this in the beta version as a joke.  No way they are going to release a
game where you can play nudie characters." He looked at the figure on the
screen before him and decided that until he found something better than the
rude halter and bottom, or the ragged shift, his character would just go
naked.  What better way to get drooling guys to follow him, er, her, around
vying for her attention?
   A thought struck him that made him think back to the previous step.  He
hit the back button, then selected all possible piercings.  Sure enough
rings appeared in her various erogenous zones.  Then he decided to see what
happened if he were to drag and drop a tattoo to someplace like her ass. 
So he selected a star like pattern and dropped it on her left cheek.  It
accepted the change.  Cool!
   Again he decided enough of that, so he went back to outfitting.  As a
starting character he didn't have many options, so after again deciding to
stick with nudity, he went to the next step in the character development
process.  Here he was asked a lot of questions about physical
characteristics.  A lot of blanks were already filled in.  Hair color,
height, weight, etc.  But there were things like right or left handed, food
preferences, etc.  Then there was a section on personality.  Things like
favorite color, likes such as dancing, singing, music, art, etc.
   And there one section that again caused Casey to pause and wonder what
the programmers were up to.  There was an option for sexual preferences. 
After some thought as to what would make her most appealing to male gamers
accessing "her" profile, he selected bisexual, submissive, likes bondage,
moderate pain, oral and anal.
   The next step was more free form, he was asked to provide a rough
background.  According to the manual and the help file, this would be
provided to inquiring gamers who requested it, but only after he gave
approval.  In addition it would be scanned for various key words that would
be used to influence the game.  This was totally new, so he just started
typing up something that would fit the naughty girl he was creating.
   He decided that she was born of a visiting elf and a human prostitute.
Her mother was a slave in a joy house in Romar city.  She was born and
raised in the joy house, trained from birth to please men, or women.  Her
virginity auctioned off the highest bidder a week after her first period.
Eventually a visiting thief had become enamored of her and bought her from
the joy house.  Once he had her as his own slave, it eventually occurred to
him that he could train her to assist him as a thief.  After a few months
of such training he had been caught during a robbery, and executed, leaving
her on her own.  She chose to flee the Dominion in case the authorities
found out she was his accomplice.  And as his legal slave she would have
been impounded and sold if caught.  She finally had her freedom, and was
not too keen to soon surrender it.
   This fit in with the stock beginning of the game, which was, that the
character was arriving on the docks of the free city of Glimrock as a
penniless exile.  With that done he went on the to the last step.  He
needed to name his character.  After a moment's thought, he named her
"Kaessi." His character complete, he smiled, rubbed his hands and clicked
join game.
   Ten days latter Casey sat hunched over his key board.  His thief
character Kaessi eased slowly forward.  She was no longer nude.  Though she
wasn't wearing much, she wore a translucent skirt of ankle length that was
split to the waist.  Her upper torso was barely covered by a very short
vest that gaped open in the front, eternally threatening to expose her
breasts.  She had a bag slung over he shoulder but no visible weapons or
armor.  She did hold short thin staff in one hand as she crept along.
   If Casey could complete this quest successfully, he would be the first
thief to reach 21st level without dieing.  Or rather the first player to
have a character reach 21st level.  He enjoyed the game a lot.  Male
characters would follow him around drooling.  Eventually other players had
started going nude as well.  But for many character types is just wasn't
practical.
   Fighters and priests needed armor for battle.  Thieves' found that the
lack of armor benefited the stealth skills greatly, but if their stealth
failed, without armor they were so much toast.  Casey had used the new
options to mix and match character abilities to have a character who was a
4th level martial artist as well as a thief.  The defensive capabilities
allowed him to get out of the few scrapes that he hadn't been able to sneak
into and out of.  On the few occasions he found Kaessi had to fight, her
enchanted bo staff was also a very potent weapon compared to the typical
dagger wielded by most thieves.
   These abilities combined with all the assistance he had been able to con
out of gullible players by swaying Kaessi's virtual hips had been a real
boost.  He'd pushed her to 24th level without dieing once, and was about to
hit 25th.  Since all but four of those levels were as a thief that would
make him the player to reach 21st level with dieing once!
   He held his breath as he triggered Kaessi's trap disarming skills.  She
waved her hands about and the little color bar crawled up the side of the
status window until it hit green.  Casey caused his on screen alter ego to
reach out and collect the scroll that he sought.  He hit stealth mode again
and slid out past the guards.  Once outside he ran back to the nearest
village.  Once to the village he saw that Kaessi had advanced to 21st level
thief.  He stopped to assign her bonus points, then moved her to the top of
the hill overlooking the village square.  Once there he opened the scroll
and read.
   "Congratulations.  You have completed the wish giver quest.  To get your
wish granted, say "Magus please grant me a wish."
   Casey hummed to himself for a minute.  This game was very different from
earlier versions.  He'd left lots of feed back saying so.  Especially about
the nudity options.  He'd also discovered an option that if two characters
got nude and selected the embrace emotion for their avatars, the avatars
would engage in a simple sex act.  He'd used that option a number of times
to talk players out of stuff, essentially prostituting himself, or rather
his avatar Kaessi, to gain assistance and goods.  The first time it had
happened by accident he had been very taken aback.  Embarrassed.  But then
he thought, big deal, how is this really any different than the on screen
flirting.  It was a bit more graphic, but it made it easier for him to get
stuff.  It wasn't like he was actually typing in a description of sex or
something.  He'd just click embrace and sit back to watch the 30 seconds or
so of virtual humping.  He'd smile every time thinking if the guys on the
other end could really see him sitting in his wheel chair they wouldn't be
so keen to get naked and click embrace.
   He had also found that folks seemed to dig the whole submissive thing.
He starting calling all the guys master and suddenly everybody wanted to
take care of "her." He had tried calling the female characters mistress. 
Sometimes they didn't seem to have a problem, some reacted very negatively
and a few seemed to dig it.  He figured the few that liked it where
probably guys playing girl characters like him.
   But at the pith of it, he didn't care.  Whatever worked, whatever he
needed to do, he'd do it.  He was going to dominate this game, regardless
of what he had to do.  It helped that the complex world was so detailed and
the graphics were eye catching and very often lovely.
   Over the last ten days he had worked just enough to keep his boss off
his back, slept and ate just enough to function.  Every other waking moment
was spent in front of the screen pushing Kaessi to new heights of power.
   Now he could get a wish.  Interesting.  As was his habit as he typed the
words "Magus please grant me a wish," into the text box that caused his
character to "speak," he spoke the words aloud.
   For a second nothing happened, then the screen whited out.  His entire
field of vision was obliterated by a blast of white light.  Suddenly it
ended and she found herself swaying slightly on her sandal clad feet.
   Swaying?  Sandal clad feet?  Her?
   Kaessi was very disoriented.  It was like her whole life stretching back
before this moment had been some sort of dream.  The memories of another
life, a sad, bitter angry life seemed more real.  The memories of a cripple
who lived in a strange world without magic.  A world with wondrous
machines, but no people but humans.  A drab dry husk of a world.
   She remembered standing...No she had been sitting...No, that wasn't
right, Casey had been sitting, she had been standing, and saying the words
"Magus please grant me a wish." Then suddenly she was here.
   Where was here?  This wasn't the hill above the village square where she
had stopped to read the scroll.  She looked around.
   She stood is a stone chamber.  A pentacle was painted on the floor. 
Wall mounted torches circled her mounted on the round wall of the room
illuminating things quite clearly.  The only apparent exit was a door
directly ahead of her.  She cautiously moved forward, using all her hard
won skill to make no noise.  She checked the door for any sort of trap, and
found it untrapped and unlocked.
   She opened the door and found herself looking along a table with seven
chairs.  Five of the chairs were occupied.  The chair at the far end of the
table was empty, and the chair nearest her.  She recognized one of the
people, they had met before.  Dressed in his trademark black armor and
horned helmet was Hern the Fighter.  They had traded relics.  She'd come
away with really nice magic anklet that prevented her from leaving
footprints, she'd picked up a big honking enchanted ax that she didn't
need. He had given her the bracelet and 50 gold marks for the ax and a bit
of sex.  She felt herself becoming wet as she remembered his lustful
embrace.  He had taken her in front of several of his friends.  Then they
in turn had each taken their pleasure on her and paid her well.
   She gave a deep bow to everyone.  Her upbringing in the joy house had
engrained the need to be courteous and respectful.  She greeted them all in
her girlish voice thick with Romarian accent, "Master" and to the single
other female present, "Mistress." Then finally nodding to Hern as she again
stood erect, "Good Master Hern, well met again.  Could you please tell this
one what passes here?"
   Hern nodded back, "Kaessi right?"
   "Yes master."
   "Well, to tell the truth, I for one am not sure what is going on here."
Hern pointed a finger at the man sitting across from him.  He was
classically handsome, a veritable Greek god of a man with well defined
muscles and a chiseled face.  From where Kaessi was standing it was clear
that he wore nothing but a pair of mid calf pants and a pair of leather
bracers.  His waist was cinched in a wide leather belt with many pockets.
Kaessi recognized the belt as a relic valued by the monastic warriors of
Jiro who specialized in unarmed combat.
   As he pointed his finger at the Warrior Monk, Hern continued, "He says
that he was the first here and found this." Here reached out, took hold of
a piece of parchment laying on the table and slid it to Kaessi's end.
   Kaessi stepped forward and read, "Please be seated, once everyone has
arrived I will explain all." It was signed "The Grand Magus."
   Kaessi looked around at the others.  Across from her next to Hern was a
large burely man dressed in shinning silver mail.  A two handed sword in
its sheath rested between his legs, a helm lay on the table in front of
him. He regarded her with interested eyes.
   Next to the Monk sat the only other female.  She was built much like
Kaessi, slender but female.  She wore a gauzy gown and girdle of silver
chain.  A jeweled staff stood at hand between her knees.  As she regarded
Kaessi she realized this woman was another half elf.  Golden blond, blue
eyed where she was dark but otherwise much alike.
   Across from Kaessi sat a green scaled, long snouted, lizardman.  He wore
green scale armor that looked like it had come from some great serpent.  He
wore a cap of dull green enameled metal.  Worked into the front of the helm
was the symbol of Narissa, the Snake god.  God of wisdom and healing.
   This left an empty chair next to the blond, and the chair at the far end
of the table.  Kaessi wasn't sure she wanted to sit down.  But after a
moment the monk said, "Look, I don't think we are going to find out
anything until everyone is seated.  I'm guessing that chair in front of you
is yours, and our host will appear and take the other one.  Please just sit
down and let's get on with this."
   Kaessi nodded, and gracefully slid into the chair.  No sooner had her
bottom nestled into the cushion than a white glow appeared in the chair at
the end of the table.  After a moment it passed and a white bearded human
sat facing them.  He nodded slightly and introduced himself.  "I am the
Grand Magus."
   Almost at once everyone began talking.  He raised his hand forcefully
spoke the word "Quiet!" Kaessi and Hern instantly quit speaking.  The woman
and the monk next.  The other two finally shut up when it became obvious
that he wasn't going to proceed until they stopped talking.  Once everyone
was silent he continued.
   "You are no doubt confused.  The effect will pass in short order and you
will feel more yourselves.  But aspects of the characters you have become
will remain.  After all you designed and created these personas.  They are
in some way an aspect of your original self.  Then you spent many hours
identifying with them, understanding their needs and abilities.  You are
them, and they are you.  If this were not true, you would not be here.
   As to where is here, we are sitting in an isolated tower near the border
town of Yaserik in the Free Kingdom of Jiroshan.  You are really in the
realm of Omaran, and less than five miles from the border of the Romarian
Dominion.
   You see I was originally from this world.  Some years ago I was exiled
to yours.  A world with very weak magic.  Over time I have learned how to
use those devices you call computers to augment the magic of your world. 
Using this power I can for a time return, just I am now.  But there is not
enough power, in the magic I can access, to return for good.
   That is where you come in.  Because you are not under the curse that
exiled me, you can remain in this world indefinitely.  And thanks to my
magic and your work within the game, here you exist as great heroes. 
Heroes the likes of which are rarely seen as single individuals in a
generation.  A group of six people with your prowess in nearly unheard of,
and because of that, you should be able to help me.
   The monk said, "Why should we help you?"
   The Grand Magus smiled, "Because unless you help me, you will not return
to your world.  You will be marooned here."
   The monk said, "If we are such bad asses, who says we can't force you?"
   The Grand Magus said, "Because I can simply disappear and return to your
native world at will.  You can force me to do nothing."
   "That seems mutual."
   "True, I can not force you to help me.  But if you do not, you will
remain here.  I will recruit another six helpers who will help me.  You are
free to choose."
   The snake priest said, "So what do you want usss to do?"
   "You will need to quest for a magical key at the lost caverns of Ulumbar
in the frozen North.  Once you have that, you will need to journey South
and take ship to the island of Pantagerea.  There you will find the temple
of Gerlith, Guardian of That Which Passes Between.  Underneath the alter in
the inner sanctum in a secret chamber.  Inside that chamber is vault that
can only be opened by the Key of Ulumbar.  Inside that vault is Orb of
Making.  If you bring the Orb of Making back to this keep, I can use it to
break my curse.  Once I have done so, I can reward you."
   The Grand Magus continued, "The choice is yours.  I will know if you
take up the quest.  In the room beyond that door," he pointed to a wall
hanging, "You will find maps, such information on what you face that I
could find, and supplies.  I bid you adieu."
   In another flash of white light the Magus disappeared.
   There was a lot of discussion.  As they argued back and forth each of
them seemed to become more their old selves.  At one point Kaessi realized
they had all lapsed into English.  Previously they had all been speaking
Romarian, the lingua Franca of the Dominion Lands.  In English she didn't
call the others Master or Mistress, but when she lapsed back into Romarian
she found it a hard habit to break.
   Eventually they all agreed that the only reasonable choice was to take
on the quest.  Kaessi felt compelled to want to return to a life where she
was not a woman.  Even if it meant being in a wheelchair.  She figured the
others all had families, or jobs, or something.  Everyone's concern seemed
to be less about should they carry out the quest, and more about could they
trust the Magus.
   Finally they all agreed to go forward with the quest.  They rose and
made for the door concealed by the wall hanging.  Kaessi felt like she was
trapped between two minds.  One was delighted at the sensation of gliding
across the floor on her won two feet, the other was not.  One was noticing
that the Blond woman's dress was as translucent as her own skirt.  One was
noticing the monk's muscles ripple as he walked across the room and held
open the curtain for everyone to walk through.
   On the other side the hanging they found a stairway down to a lower
floor.  Here was a map table showing their routes.  A leather case of
scrolls were found to contain various accounts of the Caverns and the
Temple.  Along with partial diagrams of their floor plans and illustrations
of the two items, the Key and the Orb.
   They also found dried trail rations, water bottles, a few bottles of
wine and two small pouches full of Romarian Golden Marks.  They continued
down from this room to what was evidently the ground floor where they found
bunks, blankets and a fireplace.  This floor also had a heavy bared door
that lead outside.  Almost as one everyone realized they were hungry and
tired.
   Hern and Kaessi prepared a meal, then everyone found a bunk and sacked
out.  As they prepared to sleep talk was mixed, mostly about what they
might face on their quest.  Sometimes in English, sometimes in Romarian. 
It was obvious that the two personas were still vying for control in each
of them.  Finally they went to sleep, deeply exhausted.
   Chapter 1 - The Journey Begins
   After hours of strange dreams Casey woke.  The room was strangely bright
through his eye lids.  As he opened them he found himself looking up at an
undressed wooden ceiling with heavy supporting cross beams.  The only light
seemed to come from a large fire place in one wall and four torches in wall
brackets.
   Torches, fireplace, wood ceiling?  Casey blinked and sat up.  The
blanket covering him fell away and he looked down at two small perky
breasts with large pierced nipples.  He exclaimed, "What the fuck!?"
   The large muscled blond man in the bunk next to him snorted and opened
his eyes.  He too looked confused.  Casey realizing the blond man was
looking at his...No her, breasts so she quickly pulled the blanket back up.
She was wearing nothing under the blanket.  Her hand crept down and
confirmed that where there should have been a penis and balls, there was a
pussy.  A slightly wet pussy, with no hair, pierced by rings through her
clit and labia.
   Suddenly everything came back to her and crystallized into a
realization. She was Kaessi.  Somehow The Grand Magus had transferred the
mind of Casey Melville from his body in Gary Indiana to the body of Kaessi
the half elven martial artist thief in the world of Omaran.  She hugged the
blanket to herself and just sat taking in the enormity of the situation. 
Slowly her awareness spread out from her own inner turmoil, and she found
the other five all sitting in similar states of stunned realization.
   The blond half elf Jasera was the first to speak.  As she spoke, like
Kaessi she held her blanket close around her.  In English she said, "Okay.
Have I completely gone insane, or am I really sitting here in a half elven
body feeling magic spells bouncing around inside my head?"
   The human monk that looked like Fabio's younger handsomer brother said,
"I don't know about the spells, but the sitting part, yes.  We are all in
the game.  I'm no longer Skip Jones, I'm Odan Du'Un'Chi, a monk of the
Jiro-Chi-Dan."
   The lizard man stood and looked down at himself.  He stood well over six
feet tall.  His body was lean and very human from the hips to the neck. 
His head was long and snouted.  His legs were ditigrade like a bird so the
knees looked like they bent backwards.  Behind him could be seen a long
thick tail.  And between his legs Kaessi noted were not one, but two
penises, and no scrotum.  He ran his hands over himself.  He reached around
and pulled the end of his tail forward.  Finally he picked up the blanket,
taking it between his clawed hands, he pulled and neatly sliced it to
ribbons.  He looked up at them and said, "Yessss.  It would appear we are
in the game.  And I am a lizard man.  It isss very strange, but at the same
time, it isss like I have always been a lizard man.  Isss it the same for
you?"
   Everyone chorused consent.  Then Hern stood, saying "Well, nothing has
changed since yesterday.  If we want to go back to our real lives we have
to do this quest.  We may as well get going." Hern was wearing nothing but
a breach clout when he turned and said to Kaessi, "Come on, let's make some
breakfast.  If I remember right you and I are the only ones who admitted to
being able to cook."
   Kaessi said, "I can't cook." In English.  Then in Romarian with a thick
accent, "I can cook?  Yes, I can cook!"
   Hern nodded, "I understand.  I don't think, I, as Hern, can cook.  But
the me from the real world can.  I guess that means we have access to both
sets of skills.  Whatever we could do for real, and whatever we could do in
the game."
   The Lizardman said, "I don't think it isss wise to consider this not the
real world.  What happensss to usss here if we die?  I think we must
consider this just as real as any other place we remember."
   The monk Odan said, "I agree.  We must take this seriously.  We must not
think of this as a game, or we will fail."
   Everyone agreed.  Hern said, "Well, come on.  Why don't the rest of you
pack up the supplies while Kaessi and I make breakfast?"
   Odan nodded and stood revealing that he was still wearing his knee pants
and belt.  The lizard man nodded and began to get dressed.  The tall man
with the two handed sword had not said much during this time, but he too
began to get dressed, reaching for leggings to go over his loin cloth.
   Hern stood looking at her, smiled, "Slept in the raw?  Now that I think
about it, I remember those were all you were wearing." So saying Hern
pointed at the skirt and vest laying on the floor next to her bunk.  "Why
so shy now?  It's not like we didn't see everything last night." After a
pause, Hern gave her a slightly confused look, then smiled.  He said, "You
used to like showing skin.  Come on little girl, I've had you, your naked
little body isn't going to drive me to distraction."
   Kaessi was suddenly aware that everyone was now looking at her.  Hern
reached over and tugged gently on the blanket.  "Come on."
   Kaessi clung to the blanket and looked up at Hern with big eyes.  Hern
slowly pried each of her fingers free of the blanket.  It fell to her waist
and Hern smirked.  He then firmly took Kaessi by the forearm and pulled her
from the bunk.  With a swat on her bare butt she sent her toward the
kitchen.  "Let's make breakfast woman."
   Kaessi took a few steps and stopped.  "I want to get dressed first."
   "Why, just increases the chance you'll get your clothes dirty, or damage
them.  It's not like were going to fry anything.  Even if we were there's
not enough to that outfit to make a decent apron." Hern seemed to be
enjoying Kaessi's embarrassment.  She scanned the others.  The sorceress
Jasera looked flushed, she blinked and looked away when she realized that
Kaessi was aware of her stare.
   Odan just stood there with his thumbs hooked in his wide leather belt.
He too was smirking with an expression very much like Hern's.  She looked
at the lizard man.  She remembered him introducing himself last night as
Izhak.  He had his armor over his shoulders but had not yet closed it. 
Both his penises were erect.  The quiet warrior who went by William gave
her a small encouraging smile as his eyes swept up and down her form.
   Kaessi was suddenly struck by two realizations.  One was somehow vague,
almost cartoony.  It was of her standing nude and being appraised by men,
woman and other creatures countless times.  It gave her a sense of worth,
of power.  The fact she was desirable gave her power over others.  The
other realization was that these people were seeing her as a female sex
object.  These men, and maybe that woman, were expressing lust.  As Casey
he had never experienced anything like that.  It was both heady and
humiliating.  And suddenly he didn't want to tell them that she used to be
a he back on Earth.  Kaessi swore to keep that secret.
   Her face, and most of her upper chest, scarlet with embarrassment she
turned and went to the fireplace.  She kept her back to everyone as she
squatted and stirred the coals to life.  Soon she and Hern had grilled
several eggs, toasted some bread and sliced up some fruit and cheese. 
About the time they finished the others came down the steps.  Odan, the
lizardman and the warrior carried backpacks, Jasera did not seem to be
carrying anything.  Odan walked over to the door and sat the backpack down.
He called to Hern and said, "I packed this for you.  He held up a smaller
sack and said, "Kaessi, this one is for you."
   Hern held out a platter to him and said, "And what will you be
carrying?"
   Odan said, "Just as much.  This belt's pockets can carry about ten
pounds each.  There are six pockets.  I filled four of them with supplies.
   Hern nodded and looked at Jasera, "You have something similar?"
   She opened her locket and a large chest appeared in front of her.  She
closed it and disappeared.
   Hern nodded, "Neat trick."
   Kaessi said, "I have a enchanted pouch of carrying too.  I can probably
fit everything in that sack and in the backpack into it."
   Odan walked over and held up the shoulder bag, "This?"
   Kaessi nodded, "Yes."
   Odan called Ishak and William over, they huddled together by the door
with Hern's backpack and quickly redistributed a number of items.  Odan
held up her bag and said, "You've got your share in here."
   Kaessi nodded again and finished her breakfast.  She got up and headed
for her bunk.  Hern said, "Where do you think you are going?"
   "To get dressed."
   "After we clean up."
   This time Kaessi didn't argue, she just started collecting dishes as
each person finished.  Once everyone was done she and Hern took them
outside to stream and cleaned them.  Again it was a strange feeling, but
familiar.  Kaessi was used to being nude in all sorts of environments. 
Casey had never been naked outdoors before.  The wind blowing across her
skin made her shiver at the sensuality of it.  She could feel the warmth of
the sun on her skin.  The chill of the water as she was splashed caused her
gasp and her nipples to harden.  Finally they were done and returned to the
tower.  Hern quickly donned her gambeson, leggings and armor.  Kaessi put
on her gauzy skirt and vest.
   Once everyone was dressed, Odan and Ishak consulted the map.  With a bit
of pointing and discussion they quickly agreed that they needed to follow
the stream down to the East West road.  From there they would head into the
Romarian Dominion where they could take the North South road to the edge of
the wastes.
   They closed the door as they left, but there was no way to bolt it from
outside.  Shrugging Odan said, "If he wants it locked he can appear and
lock it."
   Then he turned and headed down stream.  Hern and Ishak followed, then
Kaessi.  Jasera walked along side her and William brought up the rear.  As
they passed a particularly still pool of water Kaessi could see her
reflection.  Jasera and she were like light and dark opposites.  Neither of
them were wearing outfits that really concealed anything.  Jasera seemed
haughty and aloof, ignoring all the others.  Her eyes fixed firm ahead. 
But in the bright sunlight her dress was just short of transparent.
   Kaessi realized that for all purposes her skirt was transparent in
bright light.  And as she walked the vest swung open and closed, like some
simple peep show curtain.  As she walked it was lightly patting her nipples
and keeping her slightly distracted.  She wished that Casey had stocked her
with more clothing.  But when playing the game clothes never seemed to get
dirty or damaged, so he never bothered to buy spares.  She promised herself
that at the first Romarian market she would buy herself a clothes that
covered every square inch of skin.  Three pairs of them.
   As she thought about Romarian markets something stirred in her memories,
but just about as she brought it to mind, she stepped in a cold puddle of
water.  She gasped and pulled her sandal clad foot from the chill.  The
shock of it drove away whatever thoughts she had rolling around in her
mind. It wasn't too long before the wet sandal began to chafe, and her only
choice was to go barefoot.
   She found her feet were sufficiently callused so that it wasn't painful,
or even uncomfortable.  But she also found herself becoming lost in the
sensory overload.  The wind on her skin, in her long hair.  The soil, grass
and roadway beneath her feet.  It was all amazing to her.  An experience at
once vaguely familiar and totally new.
   Chapter 3 - Enslaved
   Kaessi was lost in the experience of a long walk through the
countryside. It was a beautiful day with high white fluffy clouds.  Birds
sang, breezes blew, it was a symphony to her senses.
   As they walked up to the Romarian border, the sight of the small
fortress and the guards, brought to mind a realization.  She turned to
Jesera and said, "I can't go there!"
   "Why not?"
   "I'm wanted in the Dominion."
   "For what?"
   "As an escaped slave."
   "What!?  How did you make it to 21st level without going into the
Dominion?"
   "I didn't.  In the game it was easy to sneak across the border."
   Jesera got a distant look on her face.  "In the game maybe.  But I don't
think it would be so easy now that we are really here." She raised her
voice and said, "Guys!  We need to stop for a minute and think something
out."
   Everyone gathered around and Jasera turned to Kaessi and said,
"Explain."
   Kaessi felt embarrassed again.  They were going to realize that she had
made up this back ground on purpose.  She cleared her throat and said, "I'm
considered an escaped slave in the Dominion.  When my master died, I fled
the Dominion.  If I touch a Watch Orb they will know it."
   Jesera said, "Everyone who crosses the border has to touch a Watch Orb."
   Kaessi said, "That's why I would sneak across the border.  I could
separate from you and head back out of sight of the fortress.  I can cross
over and meet up with you on the other side."
   Odan said, "Where would we meet?"
   Kaessi stopped, blinked and said, "I almost always adventured alone. 
That's how I went up in levels so fast.  I'd sneak everywhere.  She looked
up at Odan, I don't know.  A mile or two inside the border?"
   Hern said, "That sounds chancy.  We might end up waiting for you
indefinitely.  You could get caught, or lost.  I don't like it."
   Kaessi said, "Well what other choice do I have?"
   There was a long pause, then Jesera said, "Turn yourself in."
   Kaessi and William both said, "What!?"
   "I am a Princess of the Greenwood Clan.  If we bind you and I take to
the fortress as my prisoner I will be turning in a runaway slave.  Under
Dominion law if your master is dead who so ever turns you in may buy you
from the state at the going rate.  I think a girl slave is what, about 100
marks?"
   Odan held up a pouch, "That is half of what we have from the Magus."
   Jesera continued, "Once I own you, you're collared and we can go
anywhere in the Empire."
   Kaessi said, "You own me?"
   Jesera said, "I am a noble of the Dominion.  I'm the best choice.  But
if you really want to belong to someone else here just speak up."
   Kaessi looked down at the ground.  "Ok Jesera, I'll be your slave."
   Jesera said, "Anyone else have a better plan."
   William said, "Is this really necessary."
   Jesera said, "I think it's the best plan.  Once we get to Jandar City at
the North South crossroad, I can find a magistrate and have her
manumitted."
   Kaessi looked at her, "Then I'd be free and not wanted.  I could go
anywhere."
   Jesera nodded.  "Yes.  Though we're going to burn a lot of money to pull
this off."
   Kaessi reached into her bag and pulled out her purse.  "If I remember
right there are coins totaling about 80 gold Marks in here." She passed
that the Jesera.  If I'm carrying it when we cross the border they'll
probably confiscate it anyway."
   Jesera nodded, "Good point.  Put your staff inside your bag and give it
to Hern."
   Kaessi did as she was bid.  Then Jesera caused her chest to appear. 
From inside she took out a length of rope.  She used this to bind Kaessi's
hands in front of her, then she took the remainder and held it like a
leash. She looked into Kaessi's eyes and said, "Are you ready for this."
   Kaessi said, "Ready as I'll ever be."
   Once again their party set off for the border fortress entrance to the
Romarian Dominion.  As the got closer it could be seen that the road itself
passed through a sort of outer bailey or extension of the fort.  A wall
with its own gate formed a fortress within a fortress.  Imagine the figure
8 as it is displayed on most calculators as a rectangle divided into two
squares by a horiztonal line.  The area above the line was an inner
fortress with stone buildings, towers and defensive works.  A narrow gate
opened in the horizontal divider line allowing access from the inner
fortress to the outer.  The road ran through the bottom part of the eight
with wide gates on either side to close it off.  Inside this area were a
number of tents, some picketed horses and a sort of small gazebo.
   In that peculiar way that she had of remembering things that only
someone from this world could know, Kaessi knew that the Watch Orb was kept
under shelter in the gazebo like structure.  There would be four guards at
each gate, two inside, two outside.  There would be four more at the gazebo
with their commander.  He would have a horn that could summon aid from the
troops quartered in the tents around him, and from the hundred or so troops
permanently stationed inside the inner keep.
   The guards wore armor made of leather and metal plates, each also had a
large oval shield, short sword and spear.  Their helmets came down over
their cheeks and nose leaving only the eyes and mouth exposed.  The
trademark red leather boots and scarlet cloak marked them as regulars in
the Romarian Infantry.
   As they reached the outer gate one of the guards stepped forward and in
an accent very much like Kaessi's said, "What do we have here?"
   Jesera stepped forward and said, "I am Jesera Feldan's Daughter of Clan
Greenwood.  I have captured a fugitive slave while outside our borders. 
She claims her rightful master is dead.  If that is true, I claim purchase
right."
   The guard stepped forward and stood before them.  He looked Jesera up
and down.  She gave him her haughty aloof look.  He looked over at Kaessi,
then around at the others.  He said, "And these others?"
   "They are my retinue.  You of course realize that woman of my station
rarely travels alone."
   "Yes...My lady?" He said the last with a questioning tone.  Then, "Well,
we'll sort this out soon enough.  Please come with me to the Watch House."
He turned and walked toward the gazebo like structure without so much as a
look over his should.  Everyone glanced at everyone else, then they stepped
through the gate and followed the soldier.
   The solder preceded them up the steps and spoke to the young man sitting
at the table under the shelter.  On the table in front of him was an ink
well, a ledger book, a helmet similar to the soldiers but with a red
feather crest and of course the Watch Orb.  The orb was a ball of glassy
material about six inches in diameter that sat in an bronze tripod.  It
gave off a soft glow of red light visible even in daylight.
   The solder leaned over the table and spoke quietly to the officer.  Then
he stepped aside.  The office wave them forward and said, "My lady, would
you be so kind as to place your hand on the Orb?"
   Jesera stepped forward and placed two fingers on one side of the Orb. 
The officer did likewise.  Then he said, "Please state your name, reason
for entering the Dominion and any affiliations."
   Jesera said, "I am Princess Jesera Feldan's Daughter of Clan Greenwood.
I am entering the Dominion for various purposes, the first being to see
this fugitive slave properly disposed of."
   The officer seemed to be listening to something for a moment, then his
manner became much more respectful.  He removed his fingers from the orb
and Jesera did the same.  He said, "Of course your ladyship.  May I ask how
you came to posses this slave?"
   Jesera said, "I'd rather not go into details.  But I assure you there
will be no reports of any sort of incidents.  In the end she turned herself
over to me.  You understand that if her master is dead as she claims, I
intend to purchase her as is my right?"
   "Of course your ladyship.  Hengran, Novans, bring the slave forward."
   Jesera stepped aside as two soldiers stepped forward and grabbed Kaessi
by her arms.  They brought her before the officer who motioned toward the
orb.  One guard simply yanked her hands forward and pressed her them
against the orb with his own.  At the same time the officer placed two
fingers against the Orb and said, "Name?"
   Kaessi said, "Kaessi."
   Before anyone could react the second guard backhanded her sharply across
her cheek.  It felt like her eye was going to explode out of her socket. 
Iif the two soldiers had not been holding her she would have fallen. 
William took half a step forward as the guard who had struck her hissed,
"You will address the officer properly."
   Kaessi blinked as tears formed in her eyes from the pain and
humiliation. Then she said, "Master, this slave's registered name is
Kaessi."
   The officer blinked and appeared to be listening.  After a moment he
said, "Yes.  That is your name of record.  You are indeed listed as a
fugitive slave.  Your master was executed for thievery."
   He looked up at Jesera and said, "You can of course purchase her, but
you will also be responsible for all fines, fees and taxes."
   Jesera said, "I do not have the family coffers with me.  How much are we
talking about?"
   The officer said, "First, a girl slave of child bearing years is
currently valued at 112 gold Marks.  In addition as an escaped slave
suspected of being an accessory to criminal activities she must be branded,
collared and given an obedience ring.  The branding fee is 2 gold marks. 
We can provide you with a collar, if you do not have one, for 8 silver
marks.  The obedience ring is 100 gold marks.  There is normally a piercing
fee of 4 silver marks, but as she is pierced in the customary place we can
wave that fee.  Add in taxes on the purchase and importation of a slave and
it comes to 217 gold and 4 silver Marks."
   Jesera said, "She is an escaped slave, I am not importing her."
   "I'm sorry my lady but regulations say the tax has to be paid on any
slave brought into the Dominion."
   Jesera said, "Very well.  Odan, pay the man."
   Odan stepped forward and put both pouches on the table.  The officer
counted out the money and handed two gold and six silver marks back to
Odan. He then motioned to the guard that had struck Kaessi and said,
"Novans take her into the keep and have her seen to."
   Jesera said, "I would like to accompany her.  Just to safeguard my
property."
   The officer said, "Im sorry my lady, but only members of the army or a
government official on state business are permitted inside the inner keep."
   "You are taking my slave inside the inner keep."
   "As you know my lady under Romarian law slaves are livestock, not
people. As such they may be taken inside the keep like any other type of
livestock."
   "Very well.  But I expect her returned to me prompty and in good shape"
   "Of course my lady." He looked at Novans and said, "You heard her."
   Novans looked resentfully at the officer for a moment then said, "Yes
sir.  Promptly."
   Jesera said, "And I'll keep my rope if you please."
   Novans roughly untied Kaessi, and handed the rope to another soldier who
began to wind it.  Novans said to Kaessi, "I'll have no trouble out of you
or you'll be sorry."
   Kaessi said, "Yes master."
   Novans grabbed a handful of her hair and bent her forward then briskly
walked off giving her no choice but to follow.
   She heard the officer asking the others to step forward and touch the
watch orb.
   Novans trotted her through the inner gate and down across a cobbled
courtyard to a stable.  A pair of posts with iron manacles stood near the
forge.  He efficiently fastened her into the smaller set, then turned to
the smith who had stepped forward whipping his hands on his leather apron.
   "This slave is to receive the thieves brand."
   The smith said, "Right you are.  You going to hold her for it?"
   Novans said, "I'd love to."
   The smith turned to go back to his forge and said over his shoulder,
"The skirt is in the way."
   Novans smiled at Kaessi and said, "I guess it is, we'll just have to get
rid of it.  Probably stolen contraband anyway." The look in his eye just
dared Kaessi to say anything.  She turned her head away from him and closed
her eyes.
   She had though she'd be a little humiliated.  Collared, but nothing
really bad.  But she hadn't counted on this.  Again the memories swam
sluggishly to the surface.  The knowledge was distant, almost like it
wasn't hers.  She knew that a slave who was confiscated from a criminal was
branded with a mark indicating what their master's crime had been.  Such
slaves were often considered tainted goods.  She was to bear the thieves
mark.  She knew it was going to hurt, and hurt bad.
   The obedience ring was typically put through the septum of the nose. 
They were expensive and rarely used on well behaved slaves.  Typically,
only slaves who were considered risks for violence or flight were given
them.  It was a ring that once put in place could not be removed with
impunity.  Rumor had it that if it was removed by anyone other than a
specially trained Dominion officer it would kill the slave from which is
was removed.
   While the ring was worn the slave was under a simple but insidious
compulsion.  The ring bore an enchantment that compelled the slave to be
the best slave they could be.  Good slaves did not try to run away.  They
worked diligently to please their master.  By simply stating that such and
such pleased them, or displeased them, a master could tweak the slave's
compulsions to their specific desires.
   She was lost in thought so she did not notice what Novans was doing
until she felt the blade of his knife slide under the shoulder of her vest.
With a quick flick of the wrist he severed her left should strap.  Then the
right.  Her vest dropped away from her.  Then he slid the blade inside the
waist of her skirt.  He waited.  Finally Kaessi turned her head back to
look at him.  He looked her in the eye, smiled and sliced the skirt away
from her body.
   He stepped back and said, "Pitty your owner is such a high and mighty
personage.  I'd like to spend some quality time with you.  I bet you scream
real pretty."
   Kaessi watched him like a rabbit watches a snake, as his eyes roved up
and down her.  He stepped forward and ran his hands down her back.  His
palm was rough from hard work and sword practice.  He cupped her right ass
cheek and asked her, "Would you like me to warm you up for the brand?  Some
say it hurts less after a good strapping.  We've got a few minutes while
the iron heats.
   Kaessi realized she had to answer or she'd suffer.  She also knew she
would suffer if she said yes or no.  She said, "As master wishes."
   Novans smiled, "See you remember how to be good little slave."
   He stood slightly behind and to one side of her and began to give her an
open handed spanking low on her right ass cheek.
   Kaessi yelped, flinching with each impact.  She tried to wrap her arms
and legs around the smooth wooden pole.  Her hands grabbed the chains above
her manacles and tears ran down her face.
   Novans kept spanking her till from within the smithy came the yell,
"Hold her tight, here I come." Novans stepped up behind her and pressed her
body to the pole with his weight.  He reached around her and grabbed her
right leg with his left arm.  Then he squatted slightly and put his right
arm under her and clasped her leg with that as well.  The effect was to
lift and push out the right side of her butt where her thigh joined her
hip.
   She heard the smith approaching, there was sudden sensation of heat on
the right side of her body, then the brand seared into her flesh.  She
screamed a full throated cry of pain and despair.  She tried to tell
herself this is all a game.  This isn't really happening.  But the pain was
real.  The hard wood against which she was pressed felt real.  The soldier
pressed against her back felt and smelled real.  The sickening stench of
burning meat, meat that was her very own flesh, it too smelled real.
   After what seemed like a very long time the smith pulled the brand away.
He said, "Nice clean mark.  He patted her leg and said, "Now that wasn't so
bad." Kaessi looked up at him through tear filled eyes wondering what he
considered bad, and hoping she never ever found out.
   Novans stepped way from her and said, "I thought you might scream
pretty. She needs a collar too."
   The smith said, "Unchain her, and bring her in."
   Novans pulled the pins and freed her from the manacles.  Again he took a
great fist of hair and used it like a leash to force her to follow him into
the close heat of the smith's workshop.  Once inside he used her hair to
pull her upright, then he released her hair and stood behind her.  The
smith turned to her and put his hands around her neck as though to choke
her, but then turned away.  He delved into a large wooden box full of
clanky metal bits and emerged with two crescents of black iron.  Each piece
ended it what looked like half a hinge.  And riveted to the middle of each
curve was a metal D ring about an inch around.  He handed them to her and
said, "Here, hold these in place."
   The smith expected her to help with her own collaring.  She cast a quick
glance at Novans, who simply raised an eye brown.  She took the two pieces
and held them to her neck.  The smith meanwhile got out two pieces of wire
and pair of large metal pincers.  He threaded the metal pin through the two
halves of the hinge on the right side, then he used the pincers to crimp
them together.  He repeated on the other side.  Kaessi ran her hands around
the collar and found that once attached it had four D rings of the same
size spaced 90 degrees apart.
   Novans grunted his thanks to the smith, reaching down and putting a
finger through the front D ring, he pulled her along behind him.  He took
her across the courtyard and down a cool stone hallway.  At the end he
knocked on a heavy wooden door and the voice of an elderly man called out
for them to enter.
   Novans opened the door and pulled Kaessi inside behind him.  Kaessi
glanced around and realized she was in a magical laboratory.  An old man in
wizards garb turned away from a reading stand as they entered.  He just
raised both eye brows and gave them a questioning look.
   "Slave that needs an obedience ring, sir."
   "Oh.  Very well, get the ring in her nose out." The old man walked over
to a set of shelves and began opening and peering into various boxes. 
Novans peered at her nose questioningly.  Kaessi fearing still more pain
said, "Master, this slave begs to remove the nose ring."
   Novans nodded consent.  Kaessi quickly popped out the captive bead then
rotated the ring out and handed it to Novans.  He looked at it and began to
pop the bead in and out as if amused by the cleverness of the design.
   About then the wizard said, "Here we go." He turned and walked to her
hold a small silver ring between his two fingers.  He took her jaw and
tilted her head back somewhat uncomfortably then deftly slipped the ring
through her piercing.  He held one end of the opening and he said to
Novans, "You'll do for starters." Novans reached out and touched the other
end of the ring at the same time that the wizard did.  The old man quickly
chanted a few words that seemed to defy memorization.  As he completed his
chant Kaessi was stunned by a sudden burst of something from her nose.  It
was almost as if she had been punched, but there was no physical blow.
   "That takes care of it.  Now move along, I've got things to do."
   Novans said, "Yes sir.  Come along slave."
   Kaessi felt a sudden compulsion to follow him.  She knew she needed to
please Novans.  To her horror she realized that the wizard had bound her to
obedience with Novans.  How would he dare something like this.
   He took her down the stone corridor then waved her aside into a small
nook.  He smiled, "We don't have much time.  Don't want to worry your
precious owner.  But you've got me all excited watching you being branded,
spanking you, hearing that lovely scream and watching you cry so pretty. 
Oh yes, I like it when you hurt."
   Kaessi starred at him in horror, he was compelling her to desire pain.
Then he said, "You know what pleases me most?  I'll tell you.  And yes, I
know that once I tell you, you'll want to do it.  You want to do it real
bad.  What pleases me is when a nasty little slave cunt like you kneels on
the floor in front of me and begs me to fuck her face.  And then she opens
her mouth and I use her face hole as a fuck hole.  That's what pleases me
the most.
   Now is there something you would like to say slave?"
   "Yes master."
   "Say it."
   "This slave begs master to allow her to get on her knees so that master
can fuck her face."
   "Well since you put it so nice, of course."
   Kaessi was horrified, she felt her knees give way and she was kneeling
looking up at the soldier.  He pulled aside his leather kilt and exposed
his erect prick.  He took a fist full of her hair and guided himself into
her open mouth.  Then he began to brutally slam himself into her throat. 
She gagged and he commanded her not to throw up.  It was over quickly as he
held himself inside her throat and came.
   He pulled out and tucked himself back in.  He looked down at her and
said, "I command you not to speak of this to any of your future masters."
   She nodded and tried to speak.  She coughed and managed to croak out,
"Yes master." Her throat hurt terribly, but somehow the pain pleased her,
because she knew it would please her master.  Novans pulled her erect with
a finger through a D ring on her collar and quickly walked her out of the
inner courtyard and back to her companions.
   Everyone was watching as she was lead from the gate.  Their eyes and
body language spoke volumes.  As she approached she realized that all of
them saw her not only as someone who just undergone a terrible experience,
but also as someone who was sexually attractive.  Her raw vulnerability
spoke to them.  Novans walked her up to Jesera and said, "My lady, if you
would touch her ring of obedience with me I'll transfer her to you."
   Jesera did so and the soldier said, "Slave, this woman is your owner and
mistress.  I am no longer your master, you will follow all her orders from
this day forward and strive to please her in every way." Novans stepped
away from her, bowed to Jesera and returned to his post beside the steps of
the gazebo.
   Jesera looked into her eyes.  Kaessi could see concern for her there but
wasn't sure what to say.  Jesera said, "Very well, you will follow me the
customary two steps behind."
   Kaessi managed a hoarse "Yes mistress."
   Jesera said, "Where are her clothes?"
   Novans responded, "They were damaged during the branding my lady."
   Jesera looked at Kaessi and quirked her eyebrow questioningly.  Kaessi
managed to say, "This slave's clothes were destroyed mistress."
   Jesera said, "Let's go."
   She walked along very conscious of her nudity.  Very aware that her
entire right bottom was a mass of burning pain.  That one point was
especially painful.  She was aware that her throat hurt and of the weight
of her collar.  She was aware that she had the taste of a mans unwashed
prick and semen in her mouth.  Lastly she was aware that she was wet.  She
devoutly hoped that the moisture she could feel slipping between her nether
lips was not noticeable to anyone else.
   The entire party turned and walked across the outer bailey and through
the Eastern gate.  As she walked along behind Jesera she was aware of the
hot gaze of the guards.  Finally they were outside the fortress and moving
off down the road.  They passed a small trade caravan a short time latter.
One of the merchants called out asking how much for the slave girl.  Jesera
said, "She's not for sale."
   Kaessi had never felt so grateful to anyone for anything before in her
life.  Things had not gone as she envisioned them.  The rings insidious
effects were influencing her to want to please Jesera, to be the best slave
for her possible.  Kaessi realized that she was in fact looking forward to
proving to Jesera just how good a slave she could be.
   Chapter 3 - The good slave
   Eventually the party walked down into a hollow and was sure they were
out of sight of the border fortress.  Jesera said to William as he walked
in the back, "Are we out of their sight?"
   "Yes, there is no way they can see us now."
   Jesera turned to Kaessi and looked at her.  Her eyes glistened with
tears and she stepped forward to hug the darker woman.  Hern stepped in
from anther direction and the two of them encased Kaessi in a fortress of
flesh.
   Jesera said, "I'm so sorry.  It's like I remember some things, but not
others.  But you didn't tell me your previous master had been a criminal. I
couldn't know they would brand you.  I didn't remember the ring until the
officer said something about it.  I'm so sorry."
   Kaessi said, "Mistress may this slave speak?"
   Jesera said, "Of course, you may always speak."
   "Mistress this slave did not remember either, and she was a Romarian
slave.  The memories that go with these bodies do not seem to come to us
smoothly."
   Jesera nodded, "You can say that.  And you don't have to refer to
yourself in third person or any of that crap, you don't even have to call
me mistress."
   Kaessi said, "Does it displease mistress?"
   Izhak spoke quickly, "Before you speak Jesera remember she isss
compelled to please you.  Also remember that others may overhear her
speaking.  I think it best she speak as appropriate for a slave still she
isss freed."
   Jesera turned to him and said, "She can't be freed.  A collared slave
can be freed.  Any slave with a ring of obedience is almost never freed. 
It takes a powerful mage of the high council to remove the ring and they
typically aren't inclined to bother.  And any slave that is branded can not
legally be freed, period.  If the slave is involved in a second crime of
the same type, they are executed.
   Everyone paused as the impact of what had happened sank in.  Willam
said, "I didn't think this was a good idea."
   Kaessi said, "Master William, don't be cross with Mistress.  It really
isn't so bad.  It's not like I'm afraid you will mistreat me."
   William stood up very straight and put his hand on his huge sword.  He
said, "I will see to it that you are not mistreated, you have my word."
   Kaessi turned back to Jesera, "Please Mistress, does speaking as a
proper slave displease you?"
   Jesera thought for a moment and said, "In public or dealing with
strangers you should speak in third person as is expected of a trained
slave.  But when we are sure of privacy, you are free to express youself
like a person not an object.  But I think it best if you continue to use
master and mistress even then.  To not do so, if we are overheard, could
cause undue fuss and bother.  I know for a fact that old family slaves
often don't bother with the third person speech."
   "Thank you Mistress."
   At that moment Hern bumped into her she made a small sound of pain. 
Hern glanced down and said, "Sweet Jesus!  Izzy get over here and heal her.
She's got a nasty burn.
   Izhak came over and squatted behind her.  Jesera still held her in her
arms.  Kaessi was very aware that her Mistresses barely concealed breasts
were pressed into hers, and that Izhak was behind her staring at her naked
ass.
   Izhak said, "If I heal it, the brand may disappear.  Doesss anyone have
some healing salve.  A little bit of that should help it heal naturally."
   Hern said, "Well hell, give your best whammy.  With that brand gone we
might be able to get her freed."
   Izhak looked up at Kaessi and Jesera.  "Am I incorrect in assuming that
the officer of the watch will have recorded that Kaessi should now have a
brand, and that any attempt at concealing or magically removing it is
punishable."
   Jesera nodded, "You are correct.  The slave is executed, anyone who
assisted is enslaved and branded."
   Odan stepped forward and said, "I've got some salve." Izhak rose and
stepped back.  Odan squatted behind her and began to rub the soothing
ointment into the skin of her bottom.  The pain faded.  After a few moments
he said, "That looks better, how does it feel."
   "It feels much less painful Master Odan.  Thank you."
   "You're welcome.  I'll be happy to rub your soft little ass any time you
want."
   Kaessi looked back at him shocked.  He was flirting with her.  She
turned back to her Mistress and looked into her concerned eyes.  It
occurred to Kaessi that this sort of situation was ripe for manipulation.
That, were this just a game and were Casey in control, she would milk all
the sympathy for whatever she could get.  She would flirt shamelessly with
Odan, or any of them if she thought it would get her somewhere or some good
swag.  But this wasn't the game.  This was real.  Her pain was real, the
compulsions she was experiencing as part of the obedience ring's
enchantments were effecting her feelings and thoughts.  And it was clear
that these people were experiencing genuine concern for her.
   She looked into her Mistress' eyes and said, "This slave's ass belongs
to my Mistress.  I'm sure she'll let you rub when it pleases her to do so."
Kaessi noticed that Mistress' hands where not still.  They were slowly
running up and down her bare back.  Kaessi had noticed that Jesera looked
at her the same way the men did.  Or least William and the soldiers.  Odan
and Hern seemed to have different vibe.  And Izhak was very difficult to
read, but he had demonstrated this morning that lizard man or not, he liked
what he saw.
   There was a long pause and the Hern said, "Well, we've gone through a
lot to get this far.  Day's a waiting.  Why don't we get moving."
   Odan and Izhak both agreed and began to walk down the road.  William
said, "Wait a minute.  Hern does Kaessi's bag have any spare clothes in
it?"
   Kaessi answered first.  "Master Hern you need not look.  I foolishly did
not have any spare clothes.  But that is okay, I don't really need any, the
weather is quite nice."
   Willaim said, "Well I'm sure somebody has something for you wear.  I've
got a blanket here.  We can cut a hole and you can wear it like a poncho."
   Jesera still held Kaessi and she realized that she might not want the
boys to know she had the hots for her naked slave girl.  She leaned in
close and whispered.  "Mistress forgive me if I'm speaking out of place,
but I'm wondering if it might not please you to keep me naked.  If you
would keep me naked give me a signal."
   Jesera said nothing, but she squeezed Kaessi in her arms.  Coming as
close as a rather dainty woman could come to a bear hug.  Kaessi said,
"Please Master William, don't damage your blanket.  I have often been nude
before by my own choice."
   He stopped, the blanket half pulled from his pack.  He said in a
surprised tone, "You'd rather be naked?"
   Hern said, "I think K is a bit of exhibitionist, her previous outfit
didn't leave much of anything to imagination anyway."
   Kaessi said, "It is certainly true my clothes didn't hide much.  Does my
naked body displease you Master William?"
   He slowly pushed the blanket back into the back pack.  He said, "No. 
You're quite possibly the sexiest thing I've ever seen.  I just though
you'd...  Never mind." William almost angrily threw the back pack up onto
his shoulders and took off down the road.  Soon he was leading and the
others followed along behind.  In the rear were Jesera and Kaessi.  Jesera
kept her arm around Kaessi as though protecting her.  But when she was sure
none of the men were looking, he fingers would dart in and tweak a nipple
or her hand would slide down her back and cup a buttock.
   The group walked for hours.  Stopping for brief cold meals twice before
nightfall.  As the sky started to fade toward dark William pointed off the
road at a structure made of three simple log walls and wooden shingles.  He
said, "Look there is a travelers shelter.  We should camp."
   Hern said, "Why don't you all see what you can find to make a fire.  I'd
stay in pairs.  Leave your packs, K and I will see what we can whip up for
dinner." Everyone agreed.  William and Izhak headed off in one direction,
Odan and Jesera in another.  As Hern started rummaging through things he
started talking.
   "Let me guess.  You're an ugly duckling, a two bagger, a frog princess.
You play the slut and tease in the games, as a way to vicariously live out
your slutty little fantasies." Kaessi stopped looking through her bag and
turned to Hern surprised at his monolog.
   Hern continued, his voice increasingly sarcastic.  "Look, if you really
want to find out what it's like I'll help you.  I don't mind setting you
up, but don't try your shit on me, it wont work.  Hern stood up and walked
over to her.  The armored warrior towered nearly a foot taller and easily
weighed twice what she did.  Hern tapped himself on his chest and said,
"Back home, I was a woman.  I know what you're doing.  And it can poison
any sort of working relationship we might all have.  Unless, you're willing
to be the group slut.  In which case in short order everyone is going to
treat you like an appliance.  Something to be used for their personal
pleasure and passed along.  That's the route you're headed down.  If you
try to flirt and tease everyone I'll personally see to it that you get
what's coming to you.  I want to get home, and you're not going to fuck it
up.  Do you understand me?" The last sentence was delivered in a voice that
was very nearly a shout.
   Kaessi looked up at the irate warrior and said, "You were a woman?"
   "Yes!"
   Kaessi stopped and thought about it.  Casey had only had sex once with a
very drunk girl who had basically given him a mercy fuck.  It had been
pretty cool, but frankly he hadn't thought it was that much better than
what he could accomplish with his hand.  Kaessi had memories of sexual
practices he had only read about.  But they were, like all of Kaessi's
memories, vague, foggy and indistinct.  But Kaessi knew what it was like
having sex with men, women and creatures not human.  She remembered often
enjoying it.
   Unlike Casey at home, here in this world as Kaessi, she could walk, she
was attractive, in all probability she could have all the sex he would ever
want.  The problem was, it would quite possibly be with men.  If she wasn't
wrong about her Mistress she would likely get to find out what girl on girl
sex was like...First hand.
   She really didn't quite understand Hern's tirade, or what she had done
to bring it on.  She considered sharing that she had been a man back on
Earth.  But she already felt deeply humiliated by what had happened with
the Romarian soldier Novans.  She felt herself blush as the fuzzy memories
of her time with the Warrior standing in front of her floated ghostlike
through her mind.  It was quite likely she would get fucked sooner or later
by somebody.  If they all thought she was, and had always been a woman,
that might make her a slut, but it wouldn't make her a fag.  At least in
their eyes.  And somehow that was less humiliating that coming clean. 
After all these thoughts passed through her head she looked up at Hern and
said, "Master Hern, I don't want to cause any problems.  But I also wish to
please my Mistress.  She indicated to me that she likes me naked.  To tell
you the truth, I do find it a turn on.  Especially when I'm the only one
naked.  I will tell her about your concerns, and I'm sure she will make the
right decision."
   "That's a cop out.  You're just playing up the slave thing."
   "No master, I'm not." She reached up and touched her nose ring.  Hern
raised and eye brow.  He said, "You're a 21st level character.  Don't tell
me that you can't ignore an enchantment, at least temporarily."
   Kaessi's eyes opened wide, her mouth made a perfect O.  "Master, you're
right."
   "Go ahead, do something that you don't think you might Mistress would
approve of."
   Kaessi wondered what that might be.  A devilish thought occurred to her.
Kissing Hern would mean even though she was kissing the body of a man, she
would be kissing a woman.  And it was sort of like they had kissed before.
In fact they had done much more than kiss.  And in all probability Mistress
would not be happy with her smooching on Hern.  She gathered her will and
started toward him.  Hern jerked back.  Kaessi slowly put out her hand and
took a handful of his hair.  Then she raised herself upwards.  It was as if
her weight doubled.  A cold sweat broke out on her forehead from the
effort, but eventually she gave Hern a light kiss on the lips.  She dropped
back and looked up at him.  Her eyes were shinning.  "You were right
Master, I can fight the enchantment.  Not all the time, but if I really
need to do something contrary to its compulsions I can."
   Hern rubbed his lips, "Well, that wasn't what I was thinking about."
   Kaessi nodded.  "Master, we are all new born to this life, despite our
foggy confused memories of lives in this world.  I mean no harm.  And I
mean it, the best way to control my behavior is through my Mistress.  I can
fight the compulsions, but it is easier to go along with them.  If I know
it is not only what she wants, but something good for the party, good for
reaching our goal and returning to Earth, it will be doubly so."
   Hern nodded and they went back to prepping dinner.  Shortly the others
returned with a small amount of firewood.  Apparently this shelter was
frequently used and the area was picked pretty clean.  But there was enough
to make hot tea and some soup for dinner.  And to sit around and chat for
while afterwards.  Hern picked on Odan to do clean up this time, leaving
Kaessi sitting next to Jesera.
   Jesera said, "I've got to visit the lady's shrubbery.  She looked at
Kaessi, "What about you?" Kaessi nodded.  It came to her that on the few
occasions when Casey had been around women in groups, that they usually
went to the restroom together.  So they rose and walked around the rear
wall of the three sided shelter.  Jesera kept walking till they were some
distance away.  Then she turned to Kaessi and said, "Kaessi I want you
understand that it would displease me greatly if I accidentally forced you
to do something you don't want to do."
   "Yes Mistress."
   "I mean specifically sexually."
   "Yes Mistress."
   "Kaessi, are you a lesbian?"
   "Mistress that is difficult question to answer.  If you mean, do I think
you are beautiful and attractive here and now.  Yes.  You're touch makes me
wet."
   "But is that the obedience ring, or you?"
   "Both I think.  I want to please you, at least some of that, maybe a lot
of that, is the ring.  But I am a 21st level thief.  I can fight the
compulsions when I really want to do so.  And when I examine my feelings, I
can honestly say that were I to see you back home, I would be sexually
attracted to you.  Here and now, I am at least as attracted to you.  So far
here my sexual experiences with men have been a mixed bag and I'm not sure
I want to go there.  But by the same token, the idea of being with a man
excites me on some level.  So Mistress, I think you could call me a
lesbian, or very safely call me bisexual.  Whichever pleases you more."
   Jesera sighed.  "That's the problem.  I want you, I want to eat your
little bald pussy till you scream.  I want to suck on those perky little
breasts.  But if you're only doing it to please me because of the ring,
it's rape.  I don't do rape."
   Kaessi summoned her willpower and said, "Listen you stupid cow, the idea
of eating your pussy makes me so hot I'm dripping.  That's not the damn
ring."
   Jesera blinked.  "I guess not." Suddenly she gathered Kaessi in her
arms. Her lips closed over Kaessi's and her tongue probed into her mouth.
She stepped back and slipped out of her wispy gown, then she pressed
herself to Kaessi again.  The sensation of their breasts rubbing and
pressing against each others was fantastic.  Their hands were in each
other's hair.  They had a deep long soul kiss, then Jesera slid downward
dropping to her knees.  Something about her Mistress kneeling at her feet
seemed wrong to Kaessi, so she too dropped, but then eased back into the
grass, spreading her legs eagerly and putting her hands under her butt to
help raise and expose her pussy.
   Jesera slowly eased forward.  She paused over Kaessi's moist slit so
long that Kaessi began to make small needy sounds.  Then Jesera reached out
with a finger.  She ran it up and down Kaessi's juicy slit till it was very
wet.  She paused to rub Kaessi's clit, and to gently pull and twist at the
ring in there.  The sensations had Kaessi moaning softly.  Then the finger
slipped inside.  It began to move around and the sensations were again
wonderful, but different.  Than at last Jesera lowered her mouth to
Kaessi's mons.  She ran her tongue up the slit licking her juices.  Her
other hand came over the top and began to play with her clit as her tongue
dove in and out and around.  The finger inside pressed and rubbed.  Then
Jesera hooked the finger inside her upwards, pressing on her G spot.  As
she did this she used two fingers to hold her clit in place then she began
to alternately lick her, nibble her with her teeth, and take her clit into
her mouth and suck.  As she pressed upwards with her finger against the G
spot, she sucked Kaessi's clit into her mouth against her teeth then beat a
rapid tattoo with her tongue.
   Kaessi had never imagined such a sensation.  Anything Casey might have
ever felt was a pale shadow.  It felt like her entire body was riding the
wave of the climax.  She slowly became aware of a high pitched wailing,
then she realized it was her.  As the orgasmic waves began to fade into
delicious tingles pulsing out from her clit, the darkness of the night was
illuminated by a bright blue light.
   Izhak stood over them with a ball of light cradled in his claw.  William
and Hern stood arrayed behind him with bared weapons.  Odan stood slightly
off to one side, a smirk on his face.  As the scene registered on them each
of the men relaxed, those with their weapons out sheathed them.  They all
stood for a moment, then Izhak said as if for all of them, "It figures."
   His light went out and all the men moved off back to the shelter. 
Jesera and Kaessi lay under the stars hugging.  Jesera kissed Kaessi and
she could taste her own juices.  They were almost sweat, musky, pleasant.
Jesera said, "Now it's your tongue's turn.  By the way, how come with all
the piercings your tongue isn't pierced."
   "It wasn't an option in the game.  I guess there wasn't an easy to show
it, so why program it."
   "Well, you'll just have to do the best you can with an unaugmented
tongue."
   "Yes Mistress."
   Kaessi crawled between her Mistress' legs and began to work her tongue
over her wet little mound.  Surrounding it was a light dusting of blond
hair that just turned her on more.  She kissed the soft down, then went
back to Jesera's clit.  She worked her finger inside and began to fuck her,
first with one finger, then with two, then with three, finally working up
to four.  As she did this she was lapping at her clit like a mad woman.  As
she pounded her fingers into her she began to go over the alphabet one
letter at a time using her tongue like a pen, and Jesera's clit like paper.
   Jesera moaned, "Oh my god!"
   Kaessi continued.  Somewhere around "W" Jesera began to chant "Oh god."
Then as Kaessi pressed inward with her slender fingers her entire fist
popped into Jesera.
   Jesera just began panting and saying "Oh" over and over.  Kaessi started
the alphabet over while pumping her hand back and forth.  The knuckle bone
of her thumb was bumping against the G spot as she stimulated Jesera's
clit. The friction of her wrist moving back and forth was like a huge penis
forcing its way into Jesera.  As Kaessi reached M for the second time
Jesera exploded into a screaming thrashing orgasm.  A clear musky fluid
squired out around Kaessi's wrist.  Kaessi kept licking, enjoying the taste
of the fluids as she lapped at her Mistress.
   Once Kaessi felt the contractions on her hand stop, she tried to gently
extract it from her Mistress.  Jesera put both of her hands on Kaessi's arm
as she withdrew it, reflexively urging her to be gentle to her now highly
sensitive privates.  Kaessi slowly withdrew her hand moving as carefully as
she could as Jesera made small sounds of pleasure tinted with anxiousness.
Finally they were disengaged.  Jesera pulled Kaessi's face to hers by
grabbing a handful of hair and yanking.  They kissed, tasting each other
and smearing their faces with their combined juices.
   As they lay in the quiet darkness Odan's voice came to them.  "If I
could see just a bit better in the darkness I bet that would have been a
hell of a show."
   Jesera spat, "Peeing Tom!"
   Actually I drew the short straw.  With all the noise you too were making
we were worried somebody, or something, other than us, might hear you and
come to investigate.  So I got to come out here and guard you while you had
some fabulous girl on girl sex.
   Jesera said, "Oh.  Well, we're done, you can go back to the shelter
now."
   Odan's voice came drifting from some deeper place in the darkness, "Way
ahead of you.  By the way, we decided you to get second watch.  So you
might want to catch a nap first."
   Jesera called out, "How did we get picked?"
   "You weren't at the meeting."
   Jesera pulled Kaessi to her and said, "That was phenomenal."
   "I'm glad you enjoyed it Mistress."
   "Yeah, but we should get back to the boys."
   "As Mistress wishes."
   "Mistress wishes she and her slave girl could do that again and again
until they couldn't stand up."
   "Your wish is my command Mistress."
   "Oh, stop it.  We had an eventful day, you especially.  We've got a long
way to go.  Don't you feel like sleeping."
   "No."
   Jesera said, "Me neither, but we should.  Come on." Jesera picked up her
gown and started to walk nude back to the shelter.
   Kaessi said, "Mistress aren't you going to get dressed?"
   "Kaessi, am I wrong or can you pretty much see through this thing."
   "Yes Mistress, it is nearly transparent in good light."
   "And all of them saw us a few minutes ago.  Let them look."
   "Yes Mistress."
   The two girls walked hand in hand back to the camp.  They used a little
water to wash their faces, then they snuggled together in a sleeping mat.
Odan and Hern looked amused.  William looked distressed, and Izhak just
made a loud long theatrical sigh as he too rolled over and went to sleep.
   Chapter 4 - Exposure
   Two hours latter, Jesera and Kaessi sat atop the shelters roof, back to
back.  With their night vision they felt confident that they could see
anything approaching before it would be a significant threat.  Both were
wrapped in blankets against the cold night and had a staff across their
knees.  After a while Kaessi spoke.
   "Mistress, how is it that the border guards had records of me?"
   "What?  If I can remember correctly all the Watch Orbs are linked.  Your
name, likeness and why you were sought were probably put into a Watch Orb
when you first fled."
   "That's just it Mistress.  I never really fled."
   "But you said..."
   "Mistress, I wrote a back story on a computer about a slave girl that
fled.  I never fled."
   "Oh!"
   "So if Kaessi didn't really exist until I made her up in the game.  Tell
me Mistress, how did the Watch Orb have record of her."
   Kaessi could feel Jesera nod her head.  "And they had record of me being
a Princess of Greenwood Clan.  That was just something I wrote into
Jesera's back story.  Or at least I think I did."
   "You don't remember Mistress?"
   "Well, I think I do.  I guess the question is, how much can we trust
either set of memories?"
   That thought echoed in their heads for a while, then Kaessi said, "If we
can't trust who we are, or who we were, what can we trust?"
   Jesera said, "And what is it that we truly gain from this quest?"
   After a while Jesera said, "I think if I had to pick the set of memories
I wished were true, I'd pick those that are mine.  I mean, those that are
Jesera's.  But, somehow they just don't seem as real."
   Kaessi sat for a moment.  If she had to choose one set of memories,
which would she rather be real.  It might be easy for Jesera, in this world
she was a noble and a wizard.  But Kaessi's choices were Slave girl turned
whore and thief, or a bitter angry lonely cripple.  In neither life had she
had many options.  She had taken such opportunities as presented
themselves.
   Jesera asked her after a while, "Which do you think is the real you."
   "Mistress, I too feel like my memories from Earth are somehow more real,
more truly mine."
   "You must really want to get home.  Away from being a slave."
   Kaessi was quiet for a moment and said, "Some of what I feel might be
the ring, but right now, I'm happy to be here with you Mistress.  My life
on Earth was no joy ride.  I was not, am not, a happy person.  I am happier
this moment than I can remember being.  As Kaessi I remember loving Hacer,
the thief who bought and trained me.  I remember being happy when I was
with him.  That is what I feel like now, with you.  But this feels...More
real?  I have never felt that before.  I have never felt like I belonged
anywhere, that anyone wanted to be with me or wanted me to be with them."
   Kaessi turned her head and found Jesera looking over he should as well.
Jesera said, "You can see behind me if you are sitting in my lap."
   "Would that please Mistress?"
   "Very much."
   Kaessi lay aside the blanket and crawled around in front of Jesera and
sat across her knees.  Jesera opened her blanket revealing that she too had
not bothered to dress.  Kaessi put her thighs over Jeseras and wrapped her
ankles around her.  Jesera closed her blanket around them both, putting
Kaessi inside the circle of her arms.
   Kaessi hugged her Mistress back and started to cry.  Jesera said, "It's
okay, we'll make it through this.  We're heroes remember."
   Kaessi just kept crying.  Her emotions were a conflicting maelstrom. 
She felt like she was in love with Jesera.  But were either of them real.
Was the Kaessi that she was now real?  Would she someday revert back to the
old Kaessi?  What about Casey?  Did Jesera really love her?  How much was
truly her own feelings, how much was influenced by the damn obedience ring?
It had occurred to her that a pretty obvious way to be a better slave was
to fall in love with your owner.
   And as much as her life her might suck, here she was healthy, beautiful,
powerful and had friends.  If they were successful and she returned to
Earth, she would again be Casey the withered lonely cripple who tried to
fill his need for human interaction through computer games.
   Their watch was uneventful and they were eventually relieved by Izhak
and William.  As they readied for bed Kaessi told Jesera of Hern's
outburst, and that he might have something of a point.  Jesera said, "For
now, you're mine.  That should settle it." Kaessi wasn't so sure, but she
said only, "Yes Mistress." Kaessi and Jesera soon quietly snuggled into
their bed roll and dozed off.
   The next morning Hern woke Kaessi and they had breakfast prepared by the
time everyone else was up and ready.  Odan and Jesera got stuck with the
dishes but all went smoothly, as though they had been doing this for a long
time.  As they headed off down the road Kaessi thought, in a way they had.
Just not with each other.
   All of them were living incarnations of characters that had been played
up to 21st level.  The game supported higher levels, but at 21st a
character had acquired all of their most important powers and abilities. 
She wasn't sure, but it was almost a sure thing that everyone but She and
Odan had typically worked in a group.  Monks, Rangers and Thieves were the
only character types that could easily accomplish major quests on their
own. They were the only classes capable of the stealth needed to slip in
and out of places.  She was pretty sure William was a Ranger, but he just
didn't seem the type to go off by himself.  Odan, there was something odd
about Odan.
   But that brought back the duality of their natures.  Were they their
game characters with their Earth personalities superimposed, or were they
Earth people somehow thrust into this world as the game characters?  Was
this question even important.  The question she had asked of Jesera the
night before kept running through her mind.
   "If we can't trust who we are, or who we were, what can we trust?"
   She realized that she could trust who she currently was.  Regardless of
who she had been, in this world or any other.  Which set of memories was
real?  Was that important?  She let her mind wonder, trying to remember
"Kaessi" memories.
   Many of her memories still had that veneer of unreality.  But some had
become more vivid, more real.  After last night, when her mind happened to
turn to those times she had given pleasure to another woman, they seemed
more vivid.
   As they walked down the road, they were passed by other travelers on
horse back, or going the opposite way.  All of them looked her over quite
frankly.  Their looks were appraising, gauging her not as a person, but as
valuable and desired animal or object.  As her awareness of these looks
increased, so too did the vividness of her memories of similar events.
   It occurred to her that the "fuzzy" nature of her Kaessi memories was
somehow being eroded by exposure to similar experiences.  Given that, over
time, would her Kaessi memories become just as "real" as those of Casey?
   As she thought about this she looked over to her Mistress who walked
along beside her when they were alone on the road, sometimes taking her
hand.  When others approached Kaessi would slow and drop two steps behind.
Sometimes this put her almost even with Hern, who seemed to be deep in
thought today, so he had chosen the rear.
   Shortly before noon they were passed by two young men on horse back. 
Obviously wealthy Romarian noblemen.  They had called out to Hern asking if
she was for sale, or at least for rent.  Hern had told them to ask Lady
Jesera, as she was the owner.  After one good look at Jesera, and probably
thanks to her expression, they spurred their horses and rode on ahead. 
Such incidents made Kaessi very aware of the fact that the only things she
was wearing were her collar and her enchanted shoulder bag of holding.  Her
sandals and staff were in the bag with her other belongings.
   A host of similar incidents from her past floated quite vividly through
her mind.  Again she was struck by the thought that as she spent more time
as Kaessi, she was going to become more Kaessi, and less Casey.  Hern took
a quick step forward, touched her shoulder and pointed to a small clearing
with a stream running through it a short distance off the road.  He said,
"That looks like a great place for lunch."
   So the party headed off the road and were soon flopped down in the soft
grass adjacent to the stream.  As Hern relaxed he looked over to Kaessi and
smiled.  She had a sudden flash back.  It started very crisply, but then
took on strange ghost like overtones.  Her memories seemed to be of being
Kaessi and living each moment, and of sitting in front of a computer screen
watching avatars live out their lives.
   She remember meeting Hern and his adventuring companions at the trade
hall.  It was a safe place to sell expensive items like the enchanted ax
that Hern still carried.  A peace ward on the building made it impossible
for a character harm another.  But Hern and his companions had not harmed
her that day.  She had wanted more gold than he wanted to offer, so she had
offered herself as well as the ax.  He had accepted and taken her there on
the floor of their private room.  She remembered that Hern was obviously a
natural blond, and that he was well endowed.  It had been her first gang
bang since being purchased by Hacer.  And she had enjoyed it.  Kaessi
realized that she really liked sex, all forms of sex.  And she usually
enjoyed anything that gave her any sort of proper stimulation.
   It was strange to find herself wandering down old memory lane, through a
set of memories that seemed shrouded in gauze and mist.  Back to her
earliest memories of childhood, living in the joy house.  She had been well
cared for, as a slave, by the standards of the Romarians.  By the standards
of Earth that Casey she had been abused since her early childhood.
   As a very young girl she had been infibulated, so that her maidenhead
would not be lost before such time as her owners wanted to sell it.  The
rings she had in her labia were remnants of that treatment.  But she had
been "rented" to perverts who liked children.  They had not be allowed to
cause her any lasting physical harm, or any serious pain.  But she had been
abused orally and anally with small objects from a very young age.
   They had started to let customers pleasure themselves in her ass at the
age of eleven.  When she had started her periods at age thirteen she had
been auctioned off to the highest bidder for the night.  She had fetched 37
gold marks, for a single evening.  She was a virgin who had been schooled
with the other pleasure slaves in how to serve a master or mistress, from
her earliest years.  She had no pretense of shame or modesty, only an
eagerness to please, more skill than a virgin should have and a desire to
experience the pleasures of the flesh.  Kaessi had been given only two
choices, she could learn to enjoy her lot in life, which meant enjoying
sex, lots of sex.  Or she could have chosen to fight her fate and lived a
tortured existence.
   She had been engaging in sexual activities with women since she was
eight, so being with her Mistress had brought up those memories, and they
were seeming more real, more truly hers.  Being near Hern was helping the
time with him to seem less foggy.  She looked around, and her gaze settled
on Izhak.
   Another foggy memory came to her.  She had been sixteen.  Almost every
girl and boy in the house had been hired for private party at a noble
residence.  On arriving, the slaves found that a menagerie had also been
hired.  They were required to select one of the beasts, then to couple with
it before the guests as part of the evening's entertainment.
   There had been a lizardman.  He had been "domesticated." His claws
trimmed, his fangs pulled.  He had not been nearly as large or muscular as
Izhak.  But he had two penises.  Kaessi had taken one in her ass, and one
in her pussy, at the same time.  She had done so in from of dozens of
watchers, and she had experienced multiple screaming orgasms that had
amused the host and his guests greatly.  Her owners and overseers had even
considered buying a lizardman for her to entertain with regularly, but such
slaves were expensive and difficult to manage.  Kaessi had given good
performances with all sorts of partners and it was not felt worth the
expense and trouble.  But Kaessi remembered, there had been something about
the experience, the texture perhaps, that brought her to an unusually
powerful series climaxes.  Even though the haze of unreality the memory was
making her wet as she looked over at Izhak.
   Suddenly Izhak looked up at her, his nostrils dilated and his long pink
tongue came out and tasted the air.  Kaessi made a small started sound and
Izhak chuckled.  She looked around and noticed that everyone had noticed
and was looking at her.  A sudden wash of warmth across her face and upper
chest let her know she was blushing.
   It also came to her that she liked being the center of attention, she
liked and audience.  She remembered the time Hern had taken her, his
friends had stood around them and yelled encouragement.  Telling him to
"pound the slut." They had worked themselves into such a state that she had
been showed with more gold, and covered by more men in short order.  Even a
woman had used her that day.  As she recalled the priest that Hern had
usually traveled with had been a woman.
   She wondered if all of their "make believe" friends, family and
acquaintances were now as real as they were.  However real that was.  She
asked the question out loud causing a wave of reactions to travel around
the group.  But no one conjectured.  Finally Hern heaved himself up off the
grass and said, "I need to eat something and I'm not cooking.  Cold lunch
unless one of you wants to make something."
   Jesera looked over at Kaessi, "Kaessi, do you feel like cooking for us?"
   Kaessi could tell that her Mistress wanted hot food, so she said, "Of
course Mistress." She pulled herself up off the grass, then began to
collect cooking gear and food.  While she did this, William had made her a
small fire.  She thanked him, which caused him to stammer a reply.  In
short order she had made grilled sandwhiches for everyone.
   Jesera sat facing her as they ate.  Kaessi quickly ate hers, and sat
watching as her Mistress ate hers in small dainty bites.  Jesera was
watching her back, in between bites she got a sort of strange look on her
face.  The expression could be described as impish.  After a moment she
said, "Kaessi, come here."
   Kaessi rose and knee walked the couple of paces to her Mistress.  She
started to knee again and Jesera quickly said, "Stay like that." Kaessi
froze.  Jesera gestured with her hands and said, "Actually stay upright
like that, but spread you legs apart.  I want your knees wider than your
shoulders.  Hands on top of your head."
   Kaessi felt herself blushing again, but complied.  Jesera reached out
and pressed a finger between her breasts and said, "Arch your back a bit."
   Kaessi complied.
   The she said, "Push your hips a bit forward."
   Again Kaessi did as commanded.  This position put her on display.  She
felt herself flushing again.  Her nipples were hard and erect, and she
could feel her pussy, already wet from her walk down memory lane juicing
again.
   Jesera ran her fingers up the inside of her left thigh.  Kaessi yipped
in surprise, but remained in position.  Jesera held up her finger.  In the
bright light the sheen of moisture could easily be seen.  Jesera gave her a
positively evil smile and said, "You seem to like spending your time
naked."
   Kaessi didn't want to admit that.  Or to be more precise, Casey didn't
want to admit that.  Kaessi had spent most of her life naked or nearly so.
Admitting that she was comfortable that way shouldn't bother her.  But that
was only part of the story.  The obedience ring wanted her to be a good
slave.  Good slaves are truthful to their owners.  She felt compelled to be
honest with Jesera, but she really didn't want to be honest.  She realized
that Jesera hadn't asked her a question, she had made a statement.  At that
realization the pressure to admit her feelings eased and she just waited.
Her pulse quickened as Jesera held her finger up to Kaessi's mouth.
   "I've got something on my finger, why don't you lick it off for me."
   Kaessi took the finger into her mouth and again tasted her own juices.
She felt mortified.  She was doing this in front of the others.  Why was
Jesera doing this to her?
   "I think if you like being naked that much, you should be.  You will
remain nude until we reach the Northern Wastes outpost.  After that I
expect it will be too cold to keep you naked."
   Willaim spoke up, "What are you doing?  Why are you being cruel to her.
After all that she's been through.  I bet you have a dress in that chest
that would fit her.  Even if it's another one like that see through outfit
you seem fond of, its better than being nude!"
   Jesera turned her head to William and said, "Kaessi is mine.  I'll do
with her as I please."
   Odan said, "Kaessi is yours by Romarian law.  We are all American's
here, yes?  We don't believe in slavery.  While we're around Kaessi is a
slave in name only.  Also, I wont stand for you doing anything to, or with,
her that endangers our quest."
   William said, "Indeed!"
   Hern and Izhak nodded their heads.
   Jesera looked over at them haughtily, every inch a princess.  Then she
said, "I do not intend to do anything to endanger our quest, or to hurt
Kaessi." She turned her head to Kaessi, "Kaessi, do you like being naked?"
   That was a question, she could fight the urge to answer, but she chose
not to do so.  "Yes Mistress."
   Jesera went on, "Do you like it because you think in pleases me, or
because it turns you on."
   "Both Mistress."
   "Which would bring you more pleasure?  Wearing clothes, or going stark
naked."
   "Going naked Mistress."
   Jesera turned back to the men and said, "See!"
   William persisted, "I still don't think its right.  It humiliates her.
Every time someone passes us they look at her like some piece of meat they
would like to have for dinner."
   Jesera said, "Why do you think she likes it?  You think she's some sort
of naturalist who believes going unclothed promotes better health?" Jesera
turned back to Kaessi, "Kaessi, how do you feel when that sort of thing
happens."
   Kaessi pushed back on the Obedience Ring's pressure and simply said,
"Hummilated."
   Jesera raised an eyebrow and said, "And?"
   Kaessi relaxed, fighting the constant continuous urge from the ring was
possible, but exhausting.  She said, "And very excited Mistress."
   "Why?"
   "I know they want me.  And I know that there is a chance, maybe just a
small chance, that they will have me.  That thought, of being taken without
my consent, it makes me very aroused."
   William looked horrified.  "You want to be raped!?"
   Odan said, "She said without her consent, not against her will." He got
up and walked over to the half elven girl, once there he dropped into a
squat only a couple of feet away and caught her eyes with his.  "Not having
to make the choice, not having to say yes, or no, that's what you crave
isn't it.  Not being brutalized or taken by brute force.  You want freedom.
Freedom from choice."
   Kaessi looked at Odan with a look that could be described as terror. 
Somehow he understood.  He understood that she had no choice but to fight
for anything and everything as Casey.  For Casey nothing in life had been
easy, nothing had been handed to him.  Casey knew he was not desired, or
wanted.  He had known little physical pleasure that did not involve his own
hand.  Reviewing Kaessi's memories was showing him another way.  A way that
made life simpler, and more pleasurable, if perhaps not more pleasant.
   Kaessi knew that if she had been ugly and undesirable, maybe she would
not have felt such an attraction to it.  But she knew that all men, and
many women, wanted her.  She knew with the others near her, she was not
going to be hurt.  The idea of living as the wanton sex slave that Casey
had envisioned, when he designed her as his in game character, was seducing
her with alarming rapidity.
   Jesera said, "Kaessi, is Odan right?  Do you want freedom from choice?"
   Kaessi tried to muster the willpower to fight the Obedience Ring, but
she didn't have the will to fight the enchantment, and herself.  She cast
her eyes to the ground feeling deeply degraded and exposed as she said,
"Yes Mistress."
   William stood and said, "Kaessi, fight that damned ring, Remember you're
a powerful 21st level character.  You don't have to do what it wants.  You
don't have to be what it wants."
   Jesera said, "I think the ring is helping her to see what she wants. 
But I think she is the one who wants to be a sex slave.  It's a fairly
common fantasy." She looked up at William and cocked her head, "Remember,
we are all someone's fantasy." She motioned to Kaessi.  "Hers just turned
out to be a lot more X rated that yours."
   Jesera turned again to Kaessi and said, "Kaessi, I order you to tell us
the truth.  The whole unvarnished truth.  It will greatly displease me if
you don't."
   Kaessi felt her stomach plummet, she was going to have to spill
everything!
   Jesera continued, "Tell us.  Do you want to be treated as slutty,
exhibitionistic, sex slave?  Or do you want to be treated as an equal?"
   Kaessi felt her stomach flop again, that question she could answer
without revealing those things she most desperately wanted to keep secret.
She quickly said, "Mistress I want to be a sex slave.  Your sex slave. 
Please treat me as one."
   William stood open mouthed, then turned and walked off up stream.
   Odan smiled at her and shrugged.  He said, "Well this should be
interesting."
   Izhak tilted his head appraisingly, and said, "To be sure."
   Hern said nothing, but he began to collect their things for cleaning. 
Jesera said, "Kaessi, why don't you go down to the stream and wash up.  All
over.  When you are done, come back to me."
   "Yes Mistress!" as she scampered to her feet and ran to the stream.  She
felt a sense of liberation and excitement.  A strange sort of hope filled
her as she washed in the cold water.  She felt more alive, more real, than
she had ever felt before.
   Chapter 5 - Camp Follower
   Kaessi was back in five minutes, soaked and shivering.  When she arrived
she found that her Mistress had a short length of cord in her hand.  She
motioned Kaessi over to her and said, "Stand here in front of me."
   Kaessi did as she was bid.  The gentle wind made her shiver because she
was covered in glacial water, so she reflexively hugged herself as she
stood in front of Jesera.  Jesera looked down and snapped, "Hands behind
your head!"
   Kaessi jumped and quickly laced her fingers together behind her head. 
Jesera said, "You will not cover yourself in any way without asking
permission.  If you do it again you will be punished.  Do you understand?"
   "Yes Mistress."
   Jesera smiled and reached out taking the front ring of her color.  She
threated the cord through it and knotted it in place.  Then she spooled out
the cord and stepped back.  "I think that will do until we can get you a
proper leash."
   Kaessi's eyes got bigger.  She looked at the thin cord running from her
collar to her Mistresses hand and felt her nipples, already hard form the
cold water get harder.  A feeling of excited butterflies filled her stomach
and her nice clean pussy started juicing up again.
   Jesera looked her up and down and commented to Odan, Izhak and Hern,
"What is it about a wet woman that makes her so sexy.  You take a pretty
girl, and dump a pitcher of water over her and suddenly she's 50% hotter."
   None of the men replied.  She turned back to Kaessi, "Do you like your
leash?"
   "Yes Mistress."
   "Let's see how much." Jesera pulled her leash urging her closer.  Once
she was only perhaps 18 inches away Jesera reached down and inserted a
finger up into her pussy.  Kaessi made a small gasping sound at the
invasion.  Jesera pulled her finger out, turned to the guys and held it up.
"She's wet again." Turning back to Kaessi she said, "Lay down on the ground
and spread your legs."
   Kaessi knelt and slowly laid backwards onto the grass.  As she did so
Jesera played out the leash to its full length.  Jesera knelt and
positioned her feet so that her legs were bent and slightly raised.  Then
she moved to the side of Kaessi leaving her laying on the ground exposed to
the men.  Jesera reached out and took her left nipple ring in her left
hand. She began to flick it and tug on it stimulating Kaessi.  Then she
said, "Slave, I want you to play with yourself.  Jill off, and do it well.
Give us a nice show.  When you are close to orgasm tell me."
   Kaessi scanned across the group of people looking at her.  She was
mortified.  Having to do something like this.  The part of her that was
Casey was embarrassed beyond words.  But that part of her was perhaps even
more turned on, than the part of her that was Kaessi, and had been having
sex in front of audiences her entire life.  Holding position she took her
arms from behind her head.  With one hand she began to play with her pussy.
The other hand came to her mouth, where she licked her fuck finger and got
it very wet and slippery, then slid it under her bottom and gently pushed
it into her asshole.  Her other fingers she got wet in her own juices, and
then she began to play with her clit as she buggered herself with her
finger.  Her Mistress kept playing with her nipple and the men looked at
her, intently following her movements.  But their expressions were all
unreadable.  She did not know if she as arousing them, or if they found her
actions reprehensible.  After a short time, she almost didn't care.
   She could feel the tingle preceding the crest and realized she would
come in seconds, she managed to squeal, "M...Mistress...I'm coming!"
   Jesera said, "I told you tell me before you came!" She twisted the
nipple ring and swatted Kaessi's hands away from her clit.  Kaessi yelped
at the sudden pain.  Then Jesera yanked her head up using the leash as she
straddled her and said, "Take your finger out of your ass."
   Kaessi did so.  Then Jesera said, "Clean your left finger, with your
mouth."
   Kaessi knew she was beet red with embarrassment as she slowly moved her
hand to her mouth.  She sucked her fuck finger in, tasting the vaguely
metallic flavor of her own ass.  She licked it clean and removed it.
   "Now clean your other hand."
   Kaessi did so, carefully licking each digit clean.  Once she was done,
Jesera said, "Did you actually cum?"
   "I did not.  Mistress, I was very close, another second or two and I
would have."
   "Good, then I don't need to punish you further.  Stand up."
   Kaessi did so.  Jesera stepped around behind her and gathered her wet
hair together.  She breaded it, and tied the end with a bit of cord.  As
she did this the three men who had been watching continued to calmly stare.
She was conscious of her juices slowly starting to run down her thighs yet
again.  As she saw William walk back to the group, and felt her Mistress
drop her heavy wet braid against her back, she wished devoutly that her
Mistress would order her to finish.  She wanted, no she needed, that
orgasm. The echoes of the sensations still echoed around her nervous
system. Her nipples and clit were throbbing in time to her rapid pulse.
   Jesera said, "So, are we ready to continue?"
   Odan said, "We are, if you are?"
   Jesera walked past Kaessi toward the road, her staff in one hand,
Kaessi's leash in the other.  Kaessi had no choice but to follow, or fight.
She followed.  As she passed Hern he gave her the enchanted shoulder bag.
She slipped it on and skipped a step or two to get back in sync with her
Mistress.
   As they walked Jesera said, "If I say to anyone, "what do you think of
her" and I am obviously talking about you, you will display yourself.  You
will do this by placing your feet wide apart.  You will arch your back and
place your hands together at the back of your neck.  If I subsequently tell
you to display yourself, you will turn away from the viewer and bend
forward at the waist so that your shoulders are lower than your hips.  Once
in that position, you will reach back with both hands and pull your ass
checks apart, displaying you pussy and ass to the viewer.  You will hold
that position until I give you permission to move, verbal or by yanking
sharply on your leash.  Do you understand?"
   Kaessi envisioned what she would have to do and could feel her mental
anxiety and arousal climb another notch.  She said, "Yes Mistress."
   "If you fail to do as instructed I will punish you.  I might let the
viewer assfuck you.  Would you like that?"
   Kaessi knew that would humiliate her, it would hurt and it would turn
her on like crazy.  "As Mistress pleases."
   "That's right little slave pussy, and don't forget it."
   "Yes Mistress."
   Over the course of the afternoon they passed a dozen groups going the
other way.  Jesera had Kaessi pose for half of them.  She only had her been
over and show off her most private places twice.  Once to a haughty lady
traveling in a sedan chair, and once to a fat merchant with long oiled
mustaches.  Both commented that she seemed to be very wet.  Jesera had
given the same answer both times, "I've noticed.  I wonder if she under
some sort of curse, she seems to be in heat like a female swamp cat."
   Kaessi spent the remainder of the day in a daze of frustrated arousal.
By the time they stopped for dinner at another travelers shelter Kaessi
would have done anything for permission to spend thirty seconds rubbing her
clit.  Instead she spent twenty minutes helping get dinner ready.  Then
instead of feeding herself, Jesera tied her hands and fed her by hand. 
Kaessi spent the entire dinner period hands tied, leashed and kneeling next
to Jesera as she was fed like a favored pet.  By the end of dinner her
pussy was sopping wet and dripping.  Izhak kept tasting the air and looking
at her.
   Finally, dinner was finished, Jesera stood and pulled on Kaessi's leash
indicating she should follow.  Kaessi awkwardly stood unable to truly use
her arms for balance.  As the started to move away from the fire William
said, "Where do you think you are going?"
   Jesera replied without stopping or turning, "What do you think?"
   William said, "I think you are endangering our quest."
   Jesera stopped, and turned back.  She drew Kaessi against her by the
leash.  Kaessi leaned into her and sighed.  Her legs wide she tried to
straddle Jesera's leg and hump her like a bitch in heat.  Jesera laughed
and moved her leg.  She said, "I'm going to let this one get off before she
goes insane with horniness.  How does that endanger the quest?"
   "If you two go off from us and fuck in the bushes you are much more
likely to ambushed by something.  You could then be hurt, killed or
captured.  If the Magus didn't think we needed your skills I doubt you'd be
here.  I don't care if you get that slut off by shoving your fist up her
ass.  But going off alone is unacceptable."
   Jesera cocked her head, "Sound like an excuse for you to watch to me."
   William made a humpfing sound.  Odan said, "He has a point, that's why I
watched over you last night."
   Jesera looked at Odan and said, "So do you want to watch over us again
tonight?"
   Odan said, "Not really."
   Hern said, "Kaessi told me she would talk to you today about this sort
of thing?"
   Jesera said, "What sort of thing?"
   "About the fact that her flirting could cause us problems."
   "She said something about that, but she hasn't flirted with any of you
today has she?"
   Izhak made a long hissing sound that made everyone jump, then each
realized he was laughing.  Hern nodded in agreement and said, "In the
traditional eye batting, patting your arm, kissy kissy way, no.  But
spreading your legs and shoving your finger up your ass will qualify in
most courts."
   Jesera said, "Flirting implies that you aren't getting any, that only
the offer is extended."
   Izhak said, "Yesss.  Are you saying we are getting some?"
   Jesera said, "Do you want some?"
   Izhak hissed again.  "What do you think?"
   Jesera said, "I think you aren't human.  I don't know what you want.  I
think Odan is gay.  I think William wants his women on a pedestal, not on a
leash.  Hern, I'm not real sure what you want.  So I'm asking, what do you
gentlemen want?"
   Izhak was the first to respond.  He said, "My body isss not human.  My
mind is.  My Izhak memories tell me the mating isss possible.  I am
curiousss to try."
   William looked at Odan in surpise and said, "You're gay?"
   Odan said, "Yes.  Well...  Yes."
   William said, "So you don't find either of them attractive?"
   Odan said, "No." Then he paused and seemed to be looking someplace
inside his own head, shook his head and said, "Why worry about it?" as if
to himself.  Then seeming to emerge from his introspection, he said, "Well,
actually, I do.  As Skip I was a skinny little flaming faggot.  I didn't
have much use for girls.  When I created Odan, I made him bi with loads of
good looks.  I figured that way I could flirt with everyone, I could use it
to get ahead.  Now, I find myself more interested in them," he continued to
look at William and waved his hand at the girls, "than I would expect. 
It's unnerving actually.  I found myself staring at their asses today and
...  Well, you're men, you understand."
   Jesera said, "You've also been checking out the guys, especially Hern.
Who has been checking you out too."
   Odan and Hern looked at each other.  Then Hern turned back to Jesera and
said, "She told you I was a woman didn't she?"
   William said, "You're a woman!?"
   Izhak's hissing laugh came again.  "Fool, I certainly wasn't a lizard
man.  They weren't half elves.  It'sss a check box.  On Earth, Hern's
player is a woman, Hern is a man." Izhak turned his head and looked at
Hern. "A straight man.  You tried playing girl charactersss, but all the
boysss wanted to flirt.  You got fed up and started playing a guy.  In real
life you had a boyfriend, maybe you're a hottie.  You just didn't want to
put up with all the same crap online.  Yesss."
   Hern looked started and said, "Yes, how..."
   Izhak said, "Why do you think I wasss playing a lizard man?"
   Hern said, "You're a girl?"
   Izhak shook his head, "No, married and father of two."
   Hern said, "I don't get it, then..."
   Jesera said, "If he got caught up in flirting his wife would have been
annoyed."
   Izhak nodded.
   Hern said, "But you just said you were interested in bagging Kaessi."
   Izhak nodded.  "Sure.  Wife isn't here.  And I'm not entirely certain,
I'm really me."
   Hern nodded and then froze.  "My god, I'm doing it too."
   Izhak said, "Sure, you want to see what it's like."
   Hern said, "That's not what I meant!  None of us are asking Kaessi.  No
one is asking her what she wants." Hern glared at Jesera, "That's why it's
flirting.  She is not going to cheat on you, not while she's got that ring
in her nose."
   Jesera said, "Why do you say that?"
   No one said anything for a moment, then, William spoke.  "What exactly
are you getting at Jesera?"
   "I'm saying, as long as we are clear that Kaessi is my slave.  As long
as I'm the one who gets to call the shots, I don't mind you fucking her. 
After all, I can't.  And I want my slave to be happy, and a happy little
pussy slave needs to be well fucked."
   William said, "You disgust me!  That damn ring has her doing whatever
you want and you're getting off on playing with her.  You're some sort of
sick twisted pervert!"
   Jesera said, "Maybe I am twisted.  But, it's not the ring.  Come on! 
Kaessi's 21st level.  She can shrug off the effects, at least temporarily.
Think back, not to your Earth memories, think back into the memories of the
bodies you now wear.  I have a lot of memories of slaves.  Quite a few wore
obedience rings.  They are effective, but they don't' produce a reaction
like this."
   So saying she used the leash to haul Kaessi around to face the others.
She put the flat of her hand against Kaessi's mons.  Kaessi began humping
against her hand.  Quick moans sighing from her lips, each one a bit
higher, and more shrill, than the last.  Before Kaessi could orgasm she
pulled her hand away.  Jesera turned back to them and said, "That' Kaessi,
not the ring."
   Jesera continued after her demonstration.  "Let's ask her.  Kaessi?"
   After a long pause Kaessi managed to pull enough together to say, "Yes
Mistress."
   "Kaessi, would you like these nice men to fuck you?"
   Kaessi looked up at them, awareness seeping back into her eyes.  She
didn't answer.  He mouth gaped and she looked like a fish trying to breath.
Jesera reached around her and began to play with her nipples.  Putting her
head on Kaessi's shoulder she said, "Tell us the truth Kaessi.  Tell us. 
Would you like it if I had these men fuck you?"
   Kaessi fought the ring's influence.  It was not that the ring was trying
to force her to say she wanted to be fucked.  The magic was not that
subtle, not that sophisticated.  It wanted her to tell the truth.  And the
truth was, yes, Kaessi very badly wanted to be fucked.  But the part of her
that was Casey didn't want to say that, ever.
   Jesera slid one hand down between her legs and deftly into Kaessi's hot
steamy cunt.  Kaessi immediately tried to hump on it, but Jesera moved her
hand keeping the stimulation to a minimum, the sensation of being fucked
but not being fucked was just too much.  It distracted to much of Kaessi's
concentration and she gasped out.  "Yes Mistress.  Please!  Please have
them fuck me.  Have the fuck me in the cunt, in the ass, all together, any
way they want!"
   Jesera said, "Well gentleman, I think what we have here is a camp
follower.  She will be available to each of you.  But we can't have
fighting over her attentions.  So we will do it this way.  Each of you will
get her on your day.  We'll go alphabetically.  Which would mean Hern here
is first.  Or do you want to pass and let Izhak have your turn?"
   Hern was blushing nearly as much as Kaessi.  He looked around at each
face questioningly and said, "I...  Izhak was right.  I'm curious."
   Jesera said, "Fine, come on." And started to lead Kaessi away from the
camp.
   Odan said, "Where do you think you are going?"
   Jesera said, "The bushes?"
   Odan said, "William's original point still stands unaddressed.  Going
off endangers you too much.  By all means fuck all you want.  But do it
right here."
   Jesera and Hern both looked stunned.  Both opened their mouths and
started to say something when William cut them off.  "You'll fuck here, or
you won't fuck.  If Kaessi gets shown off to every passing Tom, Dick and
Harry.  Then you can fuck in the corner.  Believe me, I wont' be watching."
   "I think I might want to pass then." Said Hern.
   Izhak said, "Fine, that makes me next."
   Kaessi looked sideways at Jesera and said, "Please Mistress."
   Jesera said, "You'd rather have Izhak?"
   Kaessi looked downward and said, "Master Izhak, I look forward to
serving you.  But tonight will be my first night as...well as me.  I would
beg of all of you that it would be a human who takes me first."
   Hern said, "On Earth, are you a virgin?"
   Kaessi answered, "Very nearly."
   Hern nodded.  "I don't like the idea of performing.  But I admit I am
curious.  Looking sideways at Izhak, Hern said, "And I could see how you
could intimidate an inexperienced girl.  Hell, you would intimidate a porn
star.  If you all promise not to gawk..."
   Izhak said, "What'sss in it for me?  Why shouldn't I gawk?"
   Hern said, "Because it's the nice thing to do?"
   Izhak tilted his head, then he looked at Jesera.  "He does her first,
tonight alone.  We turn our back and pretend you aren't there.  Then I get
her, tonight.  I don't care who watches."
   Jesera said, "You see, we're arguing over the little pussy already."
   Odan said, "She'd got three holes.  Why only one at a time?"
   Jesera said, "I'll be keeping one hole busy.  Hern, you do her tonight.
Izhak tomorrow.  No negotiation."
   Odan said, "Why not.  Who put you in charge of her pussy."
   Jesera's eyes took on a menacing look and she said, "By law it's not her
pussy, it's mine.  I decide who fucks my pussy, and when."
   Odan put up his hands in a warding gesture and said, "Okay, just
asking."
   Jesera jerked Kaessi's leash pulling her toward the back of the shelter.
Then she said, "Hern if you are going to fuck my pussy, get your ass back
there, now.  If not, then you forfeit and it's Izhak's turn."
   Kaessi sent Hern a beseeching look.  Hern sighed and said, "Look guys,
I'm not used to either my equipment, or an audience.  Would you please not
watch."
   Izhak said, "I promise I will be sneaky."
   William said, "I won't be watching.  I wish I didn't have to hear it
either."
   Odan said, "We'll all be in your boat soon enough.  I think a little
courtesy is in order."
   Hern nodded his thanks and walked toward the rear corner of the shelter
following Jesera and Kaessi.  He and Jesera were both feeling a little
anxious.  Kaessi was practically giddy, her internal monologue consisted a
continuous repeating loop of "soon I get to cum!"
   Chapter 6 - Hern
   Jesera summoned her chest and took out a pair of blankets.  One she left
folded on top of the chest, the other she lay out on the ground.  She
unhooked her silver girdle and laid it on top of the chest next to her
staff and the blanket.  Then she took off her gauzy excuse for a dress and
laid it over the gridle and stff.
   As she did all this Kaessi just stood next to her, her feet shoulder
width apart, her hands tied behind her back.  Her leash hung loose down her
front.  Her head was tilted downward, but she frequently stole glances at
Jesera and Hern.
   Her mind was a whirl of unbridled lust.  The entire afternoon had been
one long extended session of foreplay.  Even the discussion over who would
fuck had played into her desires.  At this point Casey was completely
submerged in Kaessi.  She could clearly remember the time Hern and his
companions had gang banged her.  She could remember the pleasure it had
brought her.  She was literally dripping wet between her legs.  She wanted
to fuck Hern.  She wanted to make love to her Mistress.  She wanted to take
on everyone in an orgiastic frenzy.  Casey had never experienced anything
like this.  Kaessi had, and she had learned to like it.  Her profession
might be thief, but her art form, her hobby and her greatest pleasure was
sex.
   When Jesera turned to face Kaessi and Hern she felt butterflies herself.
She had not thought about the eventuality of being part of the show. 
Kaessi turned her on in every conceivable way.  She was her dream come
true. A highly sexed totally submissive beautiful girl.  And the setting
was perfect.  In her old life on Earth situations where she could have
paraded around a naked woman were rare, her she could march her down the
street.  One reason she had kept Kaessi so wet all day was to cover her own
arousal.  She knew Izhak's sense of smell was much better than human, if
she were to get too near him without Kaessi he would have known that she
was just as turned on, just as wet, as Kaessi was.
   Now this.  She wasn't just going to end this fantastic day of sex play
with a lusty round of sex, she was going to have her first threesome, in
either set of memories.  And she was going to do it with an audience.  Even
if they had promised to be courteous, the fact they were less than twenty
feet away with no intervening barriers just made her wetter.  On Earth,
when she wasn't playing online games, she would often visit the web sites
that specialized in public sex.  It was a secret fantasy of hers.  And now,
she was going to live out that fantasy.
   Hern still stood in his armor.  His great ax hung over his shoulder. 
His expression was one of bemusement.  Jesera struck a pose and said, "I
don't care how many times you've seen Excaliber, loose the armor or no
sex."
   Hern said, "What?"
   "You've seen the movie Excaliber?"
   Herns' expression looked almost pained and he said, "Something about
King Arthur?  I remember Lancelot..."
   "Do you remember the seen where Uther Pendragon fucks the shit out of
Egraine while wearing full plate armor?"
   Hern shook his head, indicating he did not."
   Jesera said, "Okay, then why are you still in armor?"
   Hern thought for minute and said, "This is pretty strange."
   "Tell me about it."
   "I mean I've never...Well I have.  But it was either before we...Got
here.  Or as a woman."
   "So you're feeling a little shy?"
   Hern nodded.  Jesera smiled, "You are a gorgeous well muscled blond stud
and you're feeling shy?"
   Hern smiled and nodded.  Jesera smiled and walked to him and started
undoing his armor.  Hern said, "What are you doing?"
   "Stripping you."
   "Oh." Hern stood passively while Jesera unbuckled his armor.  She sat
each piece next to her chest.  Then she was down to the padded under garmet
called the gambeson.  She unlaced it and with Hern's help, got it off.
   She had Hern sit down on the chest and helped him off with his boots and
leggings.  Soon her was wearing only his breach clout.  She indicated he
should stand, and he did.  She reached to undo the knots holding it in
place and he put his hand on hers.  She stopped and looked up into his
eyes.
   His eyes were deep sky blue, his hair pale blond.  His lips full and
sensitive looking in a wide friendly face with a square jaw.  He was a very
handsome man.  Jesera found herself envying Kaessi.  For Jesera could not
bring herself to fuck him herself.  But she was looking forward to seeing
him fuck the shit out of Kaessi.
   His hand remained on hers, but he made no move to stop her.  She undid
the knot and the cloth fell away.  She looked down and gasped.  Nestled in
a bed of blond curls was a penis the size of her forearm, and it was still
soft.
   "Well, aren't you a big boy."
   Hern turned pale pink all over as Jesera stood looking down at him.  His
penis twitched and stiffened slightly.  His eyes got very round and he
looked at her as though he had never seen a woman before.  She laughed and
took his hand pulling him closer to Kaessi.
   "Kaessi, kneel."
   The dark haired half elf got to her knees.  Jesera pulled Hern's hand,
indicating he should step in front of Kaessi.  Then she said, "Kaessi, look
at the nice big dick Hern's got for you.  Why don't you thank him for
bringing it to the party."
   Kaessi looked up at them for a minute as she processed the words through
her cloud of lust.  Then she nodded and leaned forward.  She gently, softly
kissed the tip of Hern's soft dick.  Then she leaned forward and angled her
face so that the end of his penis slid into her open mouth.  She ran her
tongue underneath the head, just behind the bulbous purple head.
   Hern gasped and said, "Oh my god!  He looked down and saw the gorgeous
slender dark haired slave working just the end of his dick with her mouth.
She was looking up at him, somehow wordlessly saying, "Does this please you
master?"
   Unconsciously his hands rose and he placed them on her head as though
bestowing some sort of carnal benediction.  Kaessi opened her mouth further
and started swallowing, taking half of his length into her mouth.  The
sensation was incredible.  Hern could remember such things, he had taken
pleasure with women a number of times, but the woman of Earth that Hern
also remembered being had no such memories.  No sensation to exactly
compare.  And she found she was mesmerized, unable to move, captured by the
exquisite pleasure.
   Jesera knew what was happening and what it felt like.  She smiled and
said, "All the way Kaessi, get him nice and hard so he can fuck you."
   Kaessi really liked the sound of that.  She remember sucking dick. 
She'd been sucking dick as far back as she could remember.  She would get
treats for it while still a child in the joy house.  Later, it became a
reward in itself.  A precursor to other greater pleasures.  She thrust her
head forward and moaned.  Taking Hern to the root.  Hern responded by
closing his fingers on her head, trying to get a grip in her braided hair.
He, tilted his head back and in a voice worthy of Izhak hissed "Yessss!"
   Kaessi continued her enthusiastic and skilled blowjob and in short order
Hern was fully eract, his thick meaty penis standing out from his body like
so fleshy missile seeking its target.  Hern by now had clasp her small head
in his large palms.  On one particularly deep thrust he grabbed her skull
held her.  Jesera could tell that Kaessi was unable to breath, but she
didn't fight the grasp, she kept swallowing and working her tongue.
   Jesera though wasn't ready for Hern to come.  She slapped his rump and
said, "Hey big fella, she's gotta breath!"
   Hern swiftly released Kaessi's head and looked very apologetic.  Jesera
smiled and said, "I think it's time to get into position.  Kaessi, take
that nice big dick out of your mouth and turn around."
   Kaessi slowly slid of the prick in her mouth.  As she pulled away long
strands of saliva and precum stretched out and fell away.  Then she slowly
waddled herself around still on her knees.  Jesera sat down with her back
against the shelter wall and spread her legs.  She motioned Kaessi forward
and said, "Lick me slut."
   Kaessi early came forward bit and let her torso fall forward so that her
shoulders were against Jesera's thighs and her face was firmly planted in
Jesera's wet cunt.  She began to work her Mistress with her lips, tongue
and teeth as best she could.  Without her arms, there were many techniques
she could not employee, but those she had, she used with gusto.
   Hern stood looking on a minute, then Jesera said, "What are you waiting
for.  Get down there and fuck her!"
   Hern dropped to his knees and begn trying to get his prick into Kaessi's
small wet hole.  Meanwilel Kaessi worked over her mistress with her
skillful mouth.  Finally Hern got things lined up and began to push
forward. Kaessi stopped licking for just a second as the head of his penis
forced its way into her.
   Hern stopped and looked at Jesera, he said in an awed tone, "It's so
hot."
   Jesera said, "It's better if you get it in further.  Kaessi heard and
gave her clit a stronger than normal suck between her lips signaling her
eagerness.  Her reached forward and took Kaessi's hips in his hands, then
he began to force himself into the slender girl.  She forgot about her
Mistress again for a moment and made eager grunts at each push by Hern. 
After what seemed a very long time he was fully seated within the girl's
cunt.
   Kaessi went back to licking the sweet dew from her Mistress' pussy, then
paused making a needy sound as Hern withdrew partly.  Then he pushed
forward.  After a handful of slow careful repeats of this, his pace and
force began to pick up.  As he slammed into Kaessi's fuck hole he pushed
her into Jesera.  To Jesera if almost felt like he was trying to fuck her
with Kaessi's whole body.  Kaessi was no longer diligently working over her
Mistress' pussy.  The sensation of being filled by Hern's member was
rapidly blotting everything else out.
   Jesera found the whole thing to be huge turn on.  It was like she was
being fucked by two people.  A man, and woman he was wearing like condom.
She grabbed Kaessi' head in a manner very nearly identical to the way Hern
had held it while Kaessi performed oral sex on him.  As Hern slammed into
Kaessi, Jesera was forcing Kaessi's face into her mons.  Grinding against
her face, jaw and nose.
   Kaessi was powerless to do much of anything at this point.  She had
little concentration left to try to even if it had been possible.  She had
been kept a fingers breadth from orgasm for hours.  Her face was being
ground into her Mistress' downy wet pussy while Hern was slamming his
generous prick into her pussy.  She was a receptacle for both their lusts.
   In short order, it was enough.  She came.  She didn't just cum and it
was over.  She came and no more had that peak passed than Hern slammed into
her again sending her into another, then another.  She was screaming into
Jesera's cunt.  The sound and sensation pushed Jesera over and she squealed
out her release.  Kaessi's orgasms were causing her entire body to
contract, the added friction; the sensation of suction on his dick was too
much for Hern to withstand and he added his deeper below of joy to the
chorus.
   The screams, moans and groans of ectasy faded and the three held their
position.  Jesera released Kaessi's skull, took her by her shoulders and
lifted her face so that she could kiss her.  Kaessi's face was liberally
smeared with her fluids and she began to kiss it all away, pausing to
praise her as a good slave slut.
   The stepper angle of Kaessi's body and the fact he was slowly shrinking
caused Hern's dick to slowly slip from Kaessi, who made a little gasp and
moan of protest as it left her.  Hern sat back and watched the two women
kiss, then glanced down to see his seed and Kaessi's fluids leaking from
her puffy read cunt.
   Eventually, in a horse nearly breathless voice he said, "So that's what
it's like."
   Odan behind him said, "Yep."
   Izhak said, "Yesss.  So better or worse?"
   Hern turned to look at them.  They sat unabashedly watching.  He shook
his head and said, "What happened to sneaky and courteous."
   Izhak said, "You weren't paying attention to usss, no reason to sneak."
   Odan said, "It sounded like too much fun not to watch."
   Hern turned his head away from them all for a moment, then started to
get up.  Jesera seeing this said, "Hern, wait."
   Hern turned to look at her, pausing with his legs tensed to stand.
   Jesera said, "Kaessi, the nice man fucked you very well didn't he?"
   "Oh, yes Mistress."
   "Well, you went and got his dick all messy.  You should wipe it off so
he won't feel all crusty and sticky."
   Kaessi looked up at her and said, "But my hands...Oh!  Yes Mistress, I
should."
   Kaessi walked herself around 180 degrees on her knees and leaned forward
to again take Hern's semi-erect slime covered prick into her mouth.
   He rocked back keeping it out of her reach and said, "There's no need."
   Jesera said, "Trust me, you'll like it."
   Hern glanced back at the other men, then abruptly stood.  "I'm done." He
walked over and picked up his clothes.  Quickly dressing he said, "I think
I'm supposed to be on first watch with William." He walked to the front
corner of the shelter, said something quietly to William, who answered
curtly.  Hern shrugged and moved a short distance away.
   Jesera looked at Izhak and Odan, and said, "Shows over boys.  Get some
sleep, we are." She untied Kaessi's arms and rubed them to help the
circulation return.  Then they pulled the other blanket over themselves and
curled together into a tangle of arms and legs.  Both were soon asleep.
   Odan looked over at Izhak and said, "You wouldn't want to trade would
you?"
   Izhak said, "What do you think?"
   Odan shrugged.  "Want to fuck?"
   Izhak slowly turned his head to him and cocked it.  "You're seriousss."
   "And bi."
   "I'm not.  I'm not human, but once I wasss.  I liked ...  Like girlsss.
No insult intended Odan, but you look more like a meal than a sex partner
to me."
   Odan said, "You'd eat a human?"
   Izhak said, "I have...  Or rather Izhak hasss.  If the memoriesss serve
me right, tastes like pork."
   Odan said nothing more, but he moved his bed roll further away from the
lizard man.  Seeing this, the lizard man quietly gave his hissing laugh,
then he too curled up to sleep.
   
  
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