Well, I had a nice, restful sleep.  When I awoke, the Gnomes had a nice breakfast set at the table in the middle of their town.  Mkzpl asked me to stay nude, and I obliged.  I often wondered how the Gnomes ate when it rained, as the table for eating was outside.  But I guess it never rained over their compound.


After we ate, Mkzpl put my pack on the table and opened it.  The pouch, which appeared to be the size of a nice shoulder bag on the outside, was bottomless on the inside.  He removed my boots, my costumes, some lovely g-strings in black, red, and white, done in a lace pattern, my Gnome collar, the toys and remote, and finally some cream.  He would explain all of these things to me.  Oh, and the pack never got any heavier.  Gnome magic, I guess.


Anyhow, Mkzpl and a techie gnome explained that the small eggs were for my anus and vagina.  They could be worked with the remote.  They could be turned on at various intensities, and give me a low, pleasant buzz or take me all the way.  The techie chuckled, as he really didn't think it took much to make me go all of the way.  The remote, he said, also controlled the nipple clamps that I was to wear whenever I had the tiny silk costume on.  I could adjust the intensity of the pinch.


The collar and the g-strings, he said, were only to be worn outside of the compound.  Well, I had learned that lesson.  Otherwise, when inside the compound, I was to wear my official Gnome Princess costume or be nude.  He told me that other members of Xenon could only sex me with permission of the Gnomes.  I asked about Mirax, and Mkzpl said that since Mirax found me first, he could sex me without permission.  All others had to request.  I closed my eyes and thought about that dreamy creature in the lagoon.  Mkzpl asked me if I had any questions, and I asked about the cream.


The techie gnome smiled and opened the jar.  He put some of the cream on his fingers and then gently ran them over my mound, partway into my slit, and over my anus.  Then he put some on my nipples.  I squealed with delight; it felt heavenly.  Mkzpl told me the cream would give me a nice buzz for about an hour, and then it would wear off.  I could use it anytime I wanted.  Well, I put on the boots, a black g-string, the collar, and Mkzpl, two Gnome guards, and me headed off to meet Mirax.


We stepped into a teleporter, as I called it, and materialized in some woods.  We were about an hour from Mirax's compound, and he met us just outside of his main gate.  He and Mkzpl conversed in a language that I didn't understand, and then he led me in.  He had some juices brought to me while I slyly glanced at the guard's packages again.  I took off the Gnome collar and settled in and we began to talk.


"Well," he said, grinning, "that will teach you to leave the compound without your collar.  Isstvor would have never grabbed you if you had the collar on, and the Gnomes would have never found you."


"And these were bad things?" I giggled.


"No, not really," said Mirax, getting very serious.  "Kelly, I have been trying to forge an alliance with the Gnomes for my own purposes for quite some time.  It appears as though you've done it for me.  This is a good thing, as we will be able to keep some of the more lawless elements in Xenon.  As for Isstvor, well, that remains to be seen."


"What," I asked, "exactly is an `Isstvor'?"


"Isstvor," said a very serious Mirax, "is a great and powerful mage.  No one has seen him except a few close associates of his.  He does his own thing across the dimensions, and uses Xenon as his base of power.  Now, we all know that he is a voyeur.  In fact, he loves to watch.  One of his favorite games is to grab and Earth girl every now and then and drop her in the lagoon.  Then he turns one of his imps loose on her.  He and his buddies make bets on what will happen.  The rumor around Bazaar is that Isstvor lost a great deal of money on you.  He bet you would get away.  You not only got caught, you liked it.  So, if I were you, I would be on my guard.  Isstvor is not to be trifled with.  However, you will be safe here or with the Gnomes."


"Mirax, hon," I said, "tell me more about the Gnomes."


"Well," he said, "I don't know a whole lot about them, although I have dealt with them in the past.  They are an ancient race.  They are skilled in both magic and technology.  They make a pretty good living here selling their techie stuff, including sex toys, across the dimensions."


"Did they enjoy what they did to me?"


"I think so, yes," said Mirax.  "They have some sort of psychic mechanism that allows them to tune in with you.  It is how they are able to give a girl so much pleasure.  And I think they get pleasure out of it.  Their goal, of course, is to make the female pass out.  When they find one who can take all they can give, they have the ultimate tester for their sex toys.  Being their Princess is actually a pretty good job.  You can resign any time you want, and you get to cum a lot.  And, I know you just hate cumming."


I giggled.  I spent the rest of the day talking with Mirax and finishing my painting.  Then I bounced back to the Earth dimension.  Xenon was going to be a really strange, and, I think, wonderful place.  I didn't know that there were more adventures for both Judi and I coming up, and that some of them would be quite wild.
