Serena parted from Max and Jax and headed down the tunnel that Max and Jax told her to take.  She was wearing her new g-string and sandals.  Her water jug was filled.  Max told her the tunnel was basically circular, and she would leave the caves the same way she entered.  Serena smiled and headed on her way.

The tunnel was dimly lit, but there was enough light for her to see.  She really didn't know if it was midday or midnight; she had been in the caves too long.  She headed down the tunnel, smiling and humming a simple tune.  She had liked this adventure in the cave.

Serena wasn't sure how far she had traveled.  She had stopped to rest once.  With nothing but the tunnel walls, she had no way of gauging her distance.  The tunnel took a sharp left, and, after a short distance, emerged into another cavern.

This cavern had once entrance, the on she had used, and one exit.  It was well lit.  There was a small pond in the center, fed and drained by a small, quick stream.  On either side of the stream were a number of huts, some of which were quite large.  On the other side of the stream was a wooden table and benches.  Serena stepped over the stream and sat down on a bench.  She sipped some water and decided to rest a bit before continuing on with her trip.

Serena finished her water and stretched a bit.  She leaned back against the table and closed her eyes, deciding to catnap a bit.  She rested her head on her arms and slowly slid into a quiet nap.  She was fatigued from the hike.

Serena was deep into her nap when the cavern occupants appeared.  Six very short men, between three and three and one-half feet tall, entered the cavern.  They all wore black kilts that came below their knees.  Their feet and hands were overly large.  They had long, black shoulder-length hair.  There eyes were a deep black.  Their skin was sort of a black-grey color.  They had thin chest and shoulders, and bit of a paunch.  And they were ugly.  Very, very ugly.

The six were carrying some game they had hunted and killed.  They also had basket of fresh fruit.  Two of the men carried the game to one of the larger huts.  The other four formed a semicircle around Serena, their spears ready.  They waited for her to awaken.

Serena woke from her nap, stood up, and stretched.  She took a deep breath and turned around to see the four tiny men pointing her spears at her.  She gasped for a moment, caught her breath, and smiled.

"Hello," she said, with a small giggle, "I am Serena.  I have just come from the cavern of Max and Jax.  And who might you be?"

The four men surveyed the girl, taking in her body, and finally two began to speak.  The two both spoke identically, as if they were being controlled by one mind.

"Bah!" they said.  "Rank amateurs compared to us.  Did they satisfy you?  We doubt it.  They still use their penises on woman.  Sloppy and inefficient.  If you let us pleasure you, we will drive you out of your mind with pleasure.  We are far more accomplished and efficient.  Our magic is much more powerful."

Serena giggled and looked down at the four diminutive creatures.  She smiled, sipped some water, and didn't say a word.

One of the tiny men took his spear and gently touched her mound.  The g-string Max and Jax had made for was quite thin and sheer, and offered the barest minimum of protection.  Serena felt a sharp jolt of pleasure, became instantly wet, gasped, and stood on her tiptoes.  

"You see, Serena?"  said two of the men in unison, their voices in perfect harmony.  "We need nothing so crude as a tongue or a cock.  We can drive you to tears.  We can have you groveling on the ground like a wanton animal, begging us for release.  Tell us, Serena, would you like to try that?  Would you like to test your limits?"

"What should I call you?" asked Serena, her mound still tingling a bit.

"We are the Techs.  Speak to any one of us, and you speak to all.  There are two more in the kitchen, preparing our food," said three of the Techs.  It was obvious that they were all controlled by one mind.  

"Well," said a smiling Serena, as one of the Techs used his spear to cut off her g-string, "it seems as if you have made up my mind for me.  Do your worst."

The four Techs smiled grimly and led the girl back across the stream to another large hut.  The Techs walked, but Serena skipped and hopped.  At every other step, a Tech would touch a nipple, her anus, or her mound with the tip of a spear.  The resulting shock would make Serena jump and give her a jolt of pleasure.  By the time they had traveled the short distance to the hut, Serena's mound was swollen, her nipples were tender, and she was soaking wet.

The inside of the hut was anything but hut-like.  Along one wall was what appeared to be a bunch of computers.  Along the back wall was what looked like a large fish tank filled with a bright red liquid.  Serena did not know it, but the tank contained a living brain that controlled the Techs.  In the center of the room was a cross.  Serena was strapped to the cross.  Some sort of Tech remote control activated the cross.  Her shoulders and ankles were lowered, he abdomen and groin pushed upward, and her legs and arms spread to their limit.  Two Techs worked the computers, one took what appeared to be notes, and the other two began to play with her nipples and mound while they communicated telepathically on what to use on her.  Serena smiled and closed her eyes, awaiting the pleasure.

The Techs' gentle teasing began pushing Serena towards an orgasm.  Serena decided to enjoy the play of the small men.  The two Techs played for a bit more, and then abruptly stopped.  Serena waited a few moments for the two to begin, and when they did not she opened her eyes.  She was startled to see the two of them wearing what appeared to be black headsets with antennae.  And each one was holding what appeared to be a small black probe.

The Techs touched the girl with the probes, one working her nipples and the other sliding his from the top of her slit all the way back to her anus and returning.  Serena could not feel any vibration, but the waves of pleasure flowing through her body were heavenly.  They kept up their teasing, slowing every now and then to let the intensity drop off and then continuing.  Every time Serena got close, they would back off.  After roughly forty minutes of this play, Serena was gasping for air and shaking like a leaf.

"Oh, God!" cried Serena.  "Please, please let me cum!"

The Techs smiled and kept teasing her.  When Serena was exceptionally distressed and approaching pain, they removed her from the cross.  Serena could barely walk.  She was shivering like she was naked in the middle of a blizzard.  In a sense, she was.  She was experiencing a blizzard of sexual ecstacy.  Two other Techs removed the cross and placed a low table in the center of the room.  Serena was guided to the table and strapped to it so that she would be on all fours.  Then the Techs resumed their play.

"Oh, God!  Oh, God!" shouted a shivering and crying Serena.  "Please, please let me cum!  Please!  I can hardly take it."

The Techs smiled.  The girl was shaking all over.  She was rapidly approaching her threshold.  She would either climax or faint.  The Techs hoped that she would faint.  They increased the intensity of the probes, watching as Serena shivered, shook, cried, and moaned.  All of a sudden, she climaxed.  The Techs quickly released her and allowed her to collapse on the table.  Serena shivered a bit more, and then went limp.  But she did not lapse into unconsciousness.

After Serena rested, she made her way outside of the hut to where the table was located.  The Techs were standing near the table, communicating quietly.  Serena approached them.

"May I have some water, please?" she asked.  "And perhaps a bit of food.  And what else do you have to get me off?"

