Tarna

by RockyD

Chapters:I II III

Mission

A small bird of prey searched the nearby meadow for prey. A falcon of some sort thought Tarna before returning to her reverie. Standing four inches past six feet, with fiery red hair and green eyes, she tended to attract attention wherever she went. Most people thought she was a tall human at first, because of her round ears. However, her classic beauty would not look out of place on the features of an elf or faerie. Her raiment would draw attention almost anywhere. She wore a loose silk halter top and a leather G-string. Her most striking features, however, were her tattoos. She had 22 tattoos depicting weapons, animals, monsters, and pictures representing powers all over her body. Tarna paused to watch the falcon hunt, reflecting.

It had been more than a century since the cataclysm brought magic back to Earth. That was before her time of course. Tarna had only just turned twenty-five Earth years old. Her kin reckoned time differently in the pocket dimension where she grew up. They still kept track of Earth time though. Clan AerRethra made sure all its members knew how to navigate on Earth. After all, Earth was the home world.

Thinking of the clan reminded her of her family. All her elder siblings had elected to become magi or psychics. Never having much faith in either magic or psionics, Tarna elected to become a Slayer. Becoming an Undead Slayer was a great honor and a great responsibility. Her mother, one of Clan AerRethra's most famous Slayers, drummed responsibility into her head ever since Tarna was old enough to speak. Foremost was to never reveal the location of her birthplace. Never give in to the promises of beings from the nether planes. That was how the civilization of Atlantis was destroyed four millennia ago. Of course, whenever possible, never reveal her heritage as a true Atlantean.

Her mother also passed on Nightbane when she completed training as an Undead Slayer. Nightbane had been in her family for almost two millennia. Nightbane had drunk the blood of many a monster, and slain many vampires. Her mother was the only Slayer in her generation, so she received it, and in her turn passed it on to Tarna. Tarna never really understood where she stood with Slayer Marta, her mother. She always thought she was a disappointment to Marta. She never had a close relationship with her mother. Marta's husband died while fighting Sunaj assassins. Marta, heavy with Tarna, could not be with him. Tarna always got the impression that Marta held her responsible for her father's death. Jucinda, her sister, really raised her.

A lewd grin crossed her features as her thoughts turned to Jucinda. Her sister taught her a great many things. I'm sure she exceeded the clan lesson plan by a fair amount! Jucinda taught her to read and write. She taught her the history of Clan AerRethra. She taught her some mental disciplines. Tarna could use her own psychic power to heal herself and help heal others. Jucinda also taught her of the pleasures of the female body. Tarna quivered at the memory of her 'lessons'.

Jucinda's hand slowly stroked the inside of her thigh. An electric charge ran up Tarna's leg to her groin.

"Wha... What are you doing 'Cinda?"

Jucinda's fingers stroked up her thigh and teased near the swollen folds of her then mostly hairless pussy. Tarna quivered in anticipation. Her breaths came in gasps and mews as her sister tortured her with pleasure.

"I'm showing you how to take care of yourself properly you naughty little girl. Did you think I wouldn't know when you tried to pleasure yourself in the bath? I could feel your psychic emanations all the way across the grounds of the estate. You're lucky Mother's a Slayer and not a psychic."

Tarna blushed bright red at the thought that she'd been caught so easily. Her embarrassment faded as her sister continued to stroke her thighs.

"First you warm yourself up. If you do it right, you can get your juices flowing without even making contact with your pussy. Once you are ready, you slowly tease your outer lips like this. My, you are quite the little firecracker aren't you? You're wet through and I haven't even gotten to the good parts yet."

Tarna gasped as Jucinda's middle finger parted her outer lips and dipped into her tunnel. She gave a small, yet intense cry as Jucinda's fingernail pressed against her hymen.

"Oh good! You're still intact. Later on we'll have to see you opened properly, but for now..."

Tarna wriggled in pleasure when her sisters finger traveled up her slit to her little swollen clit. Jucinda pressed it lightly and the electrical surge was so powerful, Tarna almost passed out. Her sister's finger lightly rubbed her nub until Tarna felt an intense buildup followed by a huge release. What a wonderful feeling!

"Now, my little firecracker, you do it yourself."

Another scream from the bird of prey brought Tarna back to the present. She smiled. Yes, Jucinda taught her a great many things that weren't in the Clan AerRethra lesson plan. Fortunately, making one's way across Earth's surface was. She had not set foot on this planet until one week ago, yet the length of the day felt comfortable to her. The place even smelled right.

She'd been walking the surface of her ancestral home world for almost a week now. Tarna arrived through a dimensional pyramid, the way most of her kind traveled the megaverse. Full of vigor and excitement, she expected to slay a vampire her first day. It took her four days to figure out she was in England. She had a vague notion of Earth's geography, but hardly understood what local land formations meant. A local Elven village gave her a map and a compass. At least the Elves had recognized her for what she was. Two human villages had run her out of town upon seeing her tattoos. Not wanting any trouble, she didn't bother to find out what was so frightening about them. If only she had more time to...

Tarna's attention was ripped back to reality by a terrified scream.

* * * * *

Ali let his gaze wander again over the gypsy camp once again. Watching the bustling activity of the camp made him think. These humans were so diversified. In any given village, town or city one could find some of the greatest good and the foulest evil living in close proximity to each other. Though mostly considered a 'good' race, there were humans darker and more destructive that the worst ogre or goblin. On the other hand, most residents of his own Elven village, considered a bastion of goodness, seldom went out of their way to aid or rescue helpless victims like the human knights and cyber-knights routinely did. His family never understood his drive to wander amongst non-Elves. They never understood his love for magic either. Most of his brothers had become warriors. Although there were plenty of magi in his home town, none of then felt the need to wander about and see the world. He enjoyed traveling away from him home. Dealing with other races was challenging, but none more challenging the dealing with humans. Thinking about the humans brought back memories of last night.

* * * * *

Belinda embraced him again, nibbling on his ear. She probably had no idea how that excited him. Elven ears were ever so much more sensitive than human ears. He drew his left hand up her spine again. This time he untied the back of her dress. Letting his right hand caress her ample breasts through the thin fabric, he kissed her neck. She leaned back and let his hands draw the top of her dress down over her full breasts. He lightly kissed her left nipple. She quivered in delight as warm sensations ran up and down her spine

Ali laid her back on the small bed and pulled the dress the rest of the way down her body. Running his hands up her legs, he paused to regard her quivering mound. 'Well, she doesn't dye her hair.' He thought as he brushed his fingers through her golden pubic hair. "Ooh! Don't tease!" she admonished as he ran his hands up her torso, avoiding her breasts.

"But you've been a bad girl, Belinda. Bad girls have to be punished somehow." He continued stroking her sides and ignoring her hard-nippled breasts.

"So PUNISH me and get on with it!"

"Okay, but remember, you asked for it." With that, he lowered his head to take her left nipple into his mouth. He started to draw it in, then bit down on it

"Yeouch! That hurts! Hurry up!" She took his right hand and drew it down to her crotch.

Not releasing her nipple from its trap, He rubbed his hand around her pubic mound. "You're still a bad girl Belinda." He said, releasing her throbbing nipple. He pushed one finger into her moistened slit. "And bad girls have to be punished." He inserted another finger. "What kind of punishment do you think you deserve?" He started pushing his long fingers in and out while she moaned. "All bad girls NEED punishment." His fingers moved faster. "Don't they?" Her moans got louder and louder. Just when she was almost there, he pulled his fingers out.

"Noooooooo! Don't stop!" She wailed in protest.

"But you HAVE to be punished." He replied, stroking her labia again.

"Do some thing else then! I was almost there!"

"Okay..." He plunged his fingers into her wet pussy again. He increased the tempo until she was moaning loud again. He leaned over her so his breath blew across her breasts. "Here it comes." He drove his mouth onto her right nipple, and bit down even harder. At the same time, he plunged his fingers all the way in and pressed his thumb down hard onto her swollen clit.

"Aaaaaaaagh!" She wailed and moaned some more. It was too much for her. She exploded like she never had before, drenching his hand with her cum. "Oh! You bastard! Let go!" She pulled his hair until he released her nipple. Still holding him by the hair, she drew his head up to her face and kissed him hard. "Now, get between my legs and do what your kind was designed for." She was still heaving deep breaths.

"My kind? You mean Elves?" He asked impishly, positioning himself between her legs.

"YOUR kind!" She reiterated. "Males!"

He started rubbing the head of his now rigid cock up and down her slit. He was surprised to be so hard again, less than an hour after the terrific blow job she'd given him. "Oh c'mon! I've been punished enough!" She whimpered. He put the head of his cock inside her wet tunnel. She moaned plaintively, so he had mercy on her. He plunged his hard member all the way into her. Holding into her, he rubbed his pubic hair against her clit as she mewed with pleasure. Then he started plunging in and out in a steady rhythm. She started heating up beneath him. Feeling herself build up again, she muttered "If you stop now, I'll cut your balls off." She was getting wetter by the second. He slowed down some. "Don't even..." She slapped her right hand hard against his ass. Surprised, he drove hard all the way in and ground against her swollen clit again.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She wailed as her quivering body exploded in orgasm. She grasped his hips and held him tight in her while her clenching pussy drove him wild. He tried to steady himself, but couldn't hold out anymore. He renewed his grinding into her as he shot jets of warm cum into her moist folds.

A minute later, after they'd had time to recover a bit, she told him "Just don't tell any of the others I'm not charging you."

He pulled his softening manhood from her and sighed. "I hadn't intended to talk about this outside of the vehicle." She pointed to one side, where a window was open. He chuckled. "So much for secrecy." Laying beside her, he reached down beside the bed to his pack. Pulling it up on the bed with him, he rummaged around until he found what he was looking for. He dropped the pack back beside his clothes. He pulled one of her hands to him. "Just show them this if anyone bothers to ask." He placed a small silver ring with a fire opal into her palm and closed her fingers over it.

She looked at the ring. "This is a high quality gem. I can work a spell or two into it, I'm sure." She gazed at the ring some more. Then she rolled on her side and regarded Ali. "Surely worth more than a night with the likes of me?"

"Good, I intend to be with the caravan for more than one night." He grinned at her.

She squealed and rolled on top of him.

* * * * *

Yes, these humans could certainly be fun. Belinda was the only blonde Gypsy he'd ever seen. He suspected at least one of her parents wasn't a Gypsy. He glanced around the camp, looking fondly at the Mountaineer ATV. This behemoth had a 10' x 8' x 8' cargo area where Belinda kept her bed. Normally she shared it with two other Gypsy girls. Ali had purchased many things from the Gypsies though. He started to reflect on last night again.

Suddenly, he heard a horrified scream from the other end of the camp.

"Belinda!"

* * * * *

Sir Kenneth pulled his motorcycle to a stop. Looking again for tracks, he spotted them between two trees. The Melech probably knew by now it was being followed. Sir Kenneth has just been knighted. He was too new in the order to rate a horse, or any other live mount, so he had to settle for a motorcycle. He had tracked the beast for two days from the last village it had raided. It only killed some livestock there, but any Melech in civilized lands was bad news. Some people called them Leucrottas. They looked like a cross between a dinosaur and a demonic horse. They had horse-like bodies with a reptilian head and torso where the head and neck should be. They had two clawed arms coming from the reptilian torso which could wield weapons if they wished. They usually traveled in packs, but this one was traveling alone.

Sir Kenneth move up to the two trees and looked for more tracks. Just then he heard a horrified scream in the distance. He hopped back on his bike and took off in the direction of the scream.

* * * * *

Ali Alahara bolted for the sound. He briefly considered going for his weapons and armor in Belinda's quarters, but he didn't have time. She was in trouble now. Coming around another Mountaineer, Ali joined most of the Gypsy men running for the sound of Belinda's scream. He gazed in horror for a split- second at a ten foot high Melech bearing down on Belinda. The creature had the camp's armed guard (they ALWAYS kept at least one of their number under arms at all times) between its forearms, pulling the limbs from the guard's lifeless body. The guard had scored twice with his energy rifle, and the Melech was about to take it out on Belinda.

Ali and two of the others immediately began casting spells. The rest fled, seeking their weapons and armor. The Melech was about to chomp the blonde gypsy woman. Ali's spell went off and the Melech started to sink into the mud Ali created beneath it. The two Gypsy spell casters' spells went off at the same time. A bolt of energy blasted the Melech's chest and a magic shield erupted around Belinda just as the creature's jaws closed on her arm. The teeth didn't penetrate, so the Melech ground down harder. Ali and the other magi began casting again. Two energy bolts hit the sinking Melech, but it only ground down tighter on Belinda's arm. Ali released a cloud of steam right at the Melech's eyes. The Melech roared in rage. It shook Belinda like a rag doll, tossing her hard against the huge ATV.

Ali kept blasting it with steam while it surged forward to the edge of the mud pit. The two Gypsies started to cast again, but one of the Melech's forearms shot out and grabbed one of the unarmored gypsies. He disappeared into the cloud of steam around the Melech's head. The other Gypsy's energy blast hit the Melech, but it didn't dispel the horrible screams and crunching noises from within the steam. Ali had to quit blasting steam when another of those questing forearms reached for him. He dove away towards where Belinda's unmoving form lay. The other forearm connected with the second Gypsy spell caster before it could get a spell off. Without the cloud of steam, everyone in the camp could see the Melech bite the Gypsy's head off and discard the body in the mud. The Melech pushed its way through the thick mud towards Ali.

* * * * *

Sir Kenneth finally came into view of the Melech. It was looming over an Elf standing over a woman's body. The knight pulled out a laser pistol and fired a shot off. A hit! That got the damn thing's attention! As it turned towards Sir Kenneth, he fired two more shots off. The shots stung it, but it didn't seem to be hurt very badly. 'Now that I've got it, what do I do with it?' He thought. He started running towards the beast, firing his laser pistol two more times. He noticed the elf circling around out of his line of fire. Just as the Melech climbed out of the mud pit, the solid ground beneath it turned to mud again. As he neared the creature, he dropped his laser pistol. Whispering a prayer to Saint George, he activated his Psi-Sword. A sword of pure energy erupted from his right fist. As he reached the edge of the mud pit, he heard a high pitched war cry from his right.

* * * * *

Tarna broke out of a copse of trees and saw a monster fighting an armed human and an unarmed Elf. A Melech! Just like the pictures she'd seen. She charge toward it. The human shot it a few times as he was moving towards it. He might be brave, but the Elf was the real brave (or stupid) one. If the creature caught him without any armor, it would tear him to pieces before he could get a spell off! She touched a tattoo of a heart encircled by chains on her right upper arm and felt a magic shield envelope her. Touching a tattoo of a chain with a broken link on her left upper arm and felt incredibly strong. She drew Nightbane and shouted a war cry as she neared the melee.

The human fought now with a Psi-Sword. He must be a knight. The Melech looked at her briefly and turned it's attention back to the human. 'Ignore me will you?' She though as she reached it. The knight connected with the Psi-Sword, but the Melech knocked him down with a thrust from it's forearms and bent over to bite it. Tarna swung Nightbane at the creature's neck as hard as she could. The Melech issued an enormous bellow as Tarna's sword cut deep into its hide. Ignoring the night, who had only been an irritation anyway, the Melech turned towards the new (and more significant) threat. It drove its formidable forearms at her as she swung her sword again. The claws grated against her shield, but her sword bit deep into Melech flesh again.

Encountering an opponent like this was more than the Melech could handle. It pulled back into the mud pit, dragging Tarna and her sword with it. Tarna couldn't move her legs very well, so she settled for seizing one of the thing's forearms with her enhanced strength. Grasping the creature's forearm under her left arm, she stabbed with Nightbane at its neck. The Melech drew back further into the muck, disrupting her attack so that it hit the broad chest instead. It brought its head down to try to bite her head off, but the magic shield held. The knight, finally regaining his feet, leapt over the mud at the Melech. His Psi-Sword bit deep into the creature's side as he slid into the muck. The creature swung at the knight with its other forearm, but missed.

All this was too much for the Melech. It tried to turn and charge for the nearest solid ground. The Elf was standing there waving its arms, but that didn't bother the Melech. It had already disposed of two spell casters. Tarna hung on grimly, slashing at the Melech's neck and missing.

"Hold still, fiend, you're only delaying the inevitable." Tarna yelled. Its eyes widened. It struggled harder for the solid ground the Elf was standing on. Could it understand me? She thought as she swung again for the neck. She was rewarded with another spray of blood right in her face. The shield protected her eyes, but she couldn't see. While she wiped her face, the beast finally regained solid ground and reached for the Elf.

Just in time to sink into the mud again as the Elf finished his spell. The Melech knew it was lost now. Its only recours, to try to kill Tarna. It closed its jaws on her head and squeezed. She swung again with all her enhanced might. A hit! She screamed as she felt the teeth penetrate and destroy her magic shield. The creature's jaws crunched against her skin. The pain was tremendous. I CAN'T miss now. She swung Nightbane again, feeling it penetrate and sever the neck.

The head fell to her side, squishing into the mud. Tarna pulled herself towards the rapidly solidifying ground the Elf was standing on. She watched the human struggle valiantly, but uselessly, until the Elf solidified the ground around him. She felt the mud beginning to dry on her well-muscled form. So much for dignity.

"Hello, I'm Tarna. Are you two with this caravan?"

"Call me Ali, Alahara." The Elf said "I really must check on the injured." With that, he bolted back towards the nearest ATV, and Belinda.

"Well met. I'm Sir Kenneth Burgundy. I've been tracking that beast for two days."

"You're not with this caravan then?"

"No, I arrived just before you did."

"Well, we better see what we can do." With that, she strode purposefully into the crowd gathered at the side of the ATV. Sir Kenneth started after her, but paused to watch her walk. What a creature! He approached more hesitantly. Ali and an old, white haired woman bent over a young blonde girl.

"Can you help her?" Ali asked plaintively. "I know some herbal remedies, but nothing for a shattered backbone."

"There is life within her yet, but she is beyond my power now." The old woman looked sadly down at Belinda. She spoke with a slight German accent. "I'm afraid that healing her back wouldn't be enough. Look at her arm. Those teeth penetrated the magic armor before the beast threw her against the vehicle." Looking at the ten foot high tires of the ATV, she continued sadly. "I don't have the cure for this kind of poison. Usually the Melech's victims are in no need of a cure."

"Perhaps I can help" offered Tarna, as she knelt by the young woman. She touched a tattoo of a phoenix ring from ashes just above her left breast. She placed her other hand on Belinda's forehead, concentrating. Before the eyes of Ali and the old Gypsy, Belinda started healing. Her spin straightened , and grew whole. The lump on the back of her head receded. The poisoned cuts on her arm closed, but the discoloration did not leave. Tarna slumped as she pored more of her life energy into Belinda. Panting, she finally removed her hand from Belinda's forehead.

"That is all I can do for her." Tarna struggled to rise, but collapsed into Sir Kenneth's arms. He held her gently and tried to move her. He received immediate unasked for assistance from three Gypsy men.

"Take her to my car for now. I'll see her later." The old Gypsy bent over the still form of Belinda and tried her own arts. Her powerful psyche delved into Belinda's body. She attempted to heal the poison in her arm. After several unsuccessful attempts, she figured out what the problem was. Driving her awareness into the discolored flesh itself, she divined the nature of the poison. Magic. That's why it was able to resist Tarna's attempt to heal.

When the three Gypsy men returned, she asked them to help Ali carry Belinda to her car.

"How is she? Will she recover?" Ali asked as he nervously hovered over her.

"Just take her to the car. We'll have to figure out what to do."

Ali picked her up and carried her unaided by the three men. When he reached the old woman's ATV, he gently laid Belinda down on a small couch. This vehicle was set up similar to the one that Belinda used for her room. The Gypsy matriarch had her living space set up almost like an office. There were two chairs and the small couch set up to receive visitors. A curtain separated her sleeping area from the rest of the cargo space. Voices could be heard from beyond the curtain.

"I'm all right, really"

"Are you sure?"

"Kenneth, you saw me fight the Melech, I'm not exactly frail. I just exhausted myself using that spell."

"Spell?"

"Tattoo actually, I activated some before I fought the Melech. Then I spent myself using the Phoenix tattoo. I'm fine. In a few hours, I'll be back up to speed."

Tarna and Sir Kenneth walked through the curtains just as the old woman entered. Ali was still hovering anxiously over Belinda. She breathed, but did not respond to any stimuli. The old woman finally spoke.

"My name is Katerina Wojtasek. I was born on the mainland, and I have traveled extensively. I developed my psychic powers at a young age. I am an accomplished healer, but I have never encountered something this insidious." She sat on one of the chairs, and regarded the people in the crowded room. "It's never easy to admit being powerless to help one of my own. I love Belinda as if she were my own daughter. However, she is beyond my skills." She looked each of the strangers in the eye as she spoke.

"We are in Britain, long known as a land of magic. If magic harms, perhaps it can also cure. There are druids all over the less populated areas in Britain. Many druids can be found in Britain, and all types of druids abound here in England. There are woodland druids, millennium druids, and supernatural creatures of all kinds that have an affinity for nature. However, those beings reputed to be the most powerful are the Nog Henge Druids. It may be that they can find a cure.

"You three are strangers to us. We do business with outsiders, but rarely do we ask this of someone not of our blood. We lost two of our spell casters in the fight with the Melech. We are ill prepared at best to send out a party to search out the Nog Henge Druids. I would send the whole camp, but Belinda's chances of survival are better if we don't move her. I can't afford to let the party take one of the vehicles. We only have three, and we may need them. I won't send any of our remaining spell casters or psychics for the same reason. We are supposedly in 'civilized' territory, but you saw a Melech in the middle of our camp. In spite of all this, I will ask you three to accompany five of our men to find the Druids."

"Of course you can count on me! I'll do whatever it takes to save her." Ali answered without hesitation.

"To perform such quests was the purpose of becoming a knight."

"I'll help too." Tarna replied in a tired voice. She still hadn't fully recovered yet.

The old woman looked at the three for a long moment. "Fate dealt us a nasty blow when the Melech came upon us unaware. However, she was kind enough to have you three near enough to help. The Nog Henge is several dozen miles north of us. Long Meg is even farther north. I suggest you travel as quickly as possible to the Nog Henge. At least one of the Nog Henge Druids should be in the vicinity. I will instruct those who accompany you to pay you every courtesy." She smiles. "Gypsies don't have the best reputation for being friendly to outsiders.

"Now, seek your beds. Ali, you may stay in Belinda's car if you wish. The party will leave at first light. Sleep well" Or at least try to.

* * * * *

Chapter 1

Tarna watches Sir Kenneth striding out front. He had a motorcycle, but he left it with the Gypsy camp. He couldn't carry more than one person with him, and riding it at a walking pace seemed ridiculous. Tarna agreed with his reasoning. Besides, the Gypsies back in camp could use it. She watched his tight derriere before one of the Gypsy warriors blocked her view. He seemed to be interested. Perhaps they'd get a chance to talk if they were on the same watch.

She considered the other members of the group. Ali was a typical elf. (If there was such a thing as a typical elf.) Tall and slender, he strode in the middle of the pack with a distracted air. No matter how much Katerina reassured him, he worried over Belinda's condition. She hoped it wouldn't affect his ability to fight. The first two behind Kenny, Sir Kenneth!, she admonished herself, were Karl and Ramo. Two warriors with neither psi or magic abilities as far as she could tell. Piotr walked behind Ali. A mystic of some kind she thought at least he talks like one. Vladimir and Josep, two more warriors, walked before her, constantly surveying their surroundings as if expecting an ambush. Tarna, the fastest thing on two legs that wasn't a cyborg or a juicer, brought up the rear.

Tarna mused as she walked. None of the villages she stopped at had anything good to say about the Gypsies. Rogues, thieves, con artists, they were not to be trusted. Some of the same villages tried to run her off when they saw her tattoos though. Did they think she would take their words to heart after that? Well, much remained to be seen. She had never encountered Gypsies before, and they seemed nice enough to her. Her thoughts turned back to Sir Kenneth.

She tried to remember what Jucinda, her sister, has told her about subtly inquiring if a man was interested. Watch their eyes. You can tell if their interest is genuine by looking into their eyes. That was all well and good for a powerful psychic like Jucinda, but what did that mean to Tarna. Well, he looks at my body every chance he gets, but how do I tell if he's interested in ME, not just my body? What else had her sister told her? As usual, when she started thinking of her sister, her thoughts became naughty.

* * * * *

"What do I do with him then 'Cinda?"

Tarna panted as her sister's fingers traced little designs on the inside of her thigh.

"This is where the practice comes in. You take his cock in your hands and strike it lightly. Be careful not to use too much pressure at first; as strong as you are, you'd turn him off. After he's crazed with lust, you can get rough if you want. Now try it."

"Like this?"

Tarna slowly stroked the edge of Jucinda's breast. She felt herself getting hotter as she watched her sister's nipple harden.

"Yes, my horny little firecracker, like that. Now before you distract me any further, try it on the cucumber you smuggled out here."

Tarna sighed and tried it on the cold unfeeling vegetable. Her disappointment left her when Jucinda rewarded her by stroking her slit. Tarna gasped and gripped the cucumber more firmly.

"That's it. Now slowly circle the end of it with your tongue like this."

Without interrupting her penetration, Jucinda leaned over and demonstrated on the warming cucumber. Tarna tried to do the same, but it was clumsy and uncoordinated. She cried out as her sister's fingers pinched her clit unmercifully.

"Oooooooow! What was that for?"

"For not doing it right, you little minx in heat. Just pretend it's a real cock. Now do it right or I'll have to spank you again."

Tarna felt herself moved telekinetically over her sister's lap. Jucinda's finger's were still moving in and out of her moist pussy. A birch switch tore itself off of a nearby tree. Tarna's pubescent nipples hardened like rocks as she anticipated what was about to come. She deliberately messed up again, leaving four gouging teeth marks on the vegetable.

"You really should know better that that by now."

Thwaaaackk!

"Yeeoooooowch!"

Thwack!

"Ow! Stop!"

Thwack!

"Oh please!"

Thwack!

"Owowowowow!"

"Your not going to"

Thwack!

"Disobey me again, are you?"

Thwack!

"Ow! Please! Stop!"

Thwack!

"Ow! I'll be good!"

Thwack!

"Ow! I promise!"

Jucinda's fingers clamped down tightly onto Tarna's clit. Her wand was soon flooded with the results of Tarna's orgasm.

"Just for that, you naughty little minx, I'm not going to heal you. You need to start learning how anyway. Maybe I'll make this a weekly ritual. I bet you start doing your exercises like I told you. Now, back to practice."

Tarna's next attempt met with her sister's approval

* * * * *

Yes, I'm sure 'Cinda's 'lessons' were not the standard material used for instruction. While unorthodox, the training worked. Tarna had learned forcefully to develop her own meager (compared to Jucinda's) psychic skills. As she thought about her sister's 'instruction', her knees got a little weak and her pussy lips moistened. In this condition, she continued to watch Sir Kenneth's ass while she walked. Late in the day, Piotr finally called a halt.

"We're not yet half way, but we'll stop here for the night. We have to cross a ley line tomorrow, and I don't want to camp too close to it. They tend to attract all sorts of unpleasant creatures. Can I put you three on watches?" Piotr was nominally in charge, but he'd been instructed to offer the three strangers every courtesy.

"Sir Kenneth and I will take the mid watch."

This got no argument from the Gypsies. Karl and Ramo were assigned the first watch, and Vladimir and Josep, the third. This would become the standard in the days to come.

Tarna thought about ley lines as she set up her bedding. Brought about by the cataclysm, ley line were the essence of pure magic. She could feel her own power increase when she was near one. Her tattoos with spell effects had 50% more range and duration when she was within two miles of one. Her potential for using her tattoos increased by a similar amount. From what her brothers told her, it was the same for any kind of spell caster.

Ley lines were channels of magic energy that stretched across great distances on the earth's surface. Seen from above, they appeared straight, though they followed the earths surface over hills and down valleys. Some were more powerful than others. Whenever two ley lines crossed, they generated a nexus. A nexus was a brilliant spire of light that shot straight up into the sky. She had been told that being close to a nexus point would increase her magic even more. She hadn't had a chance to find out how much yet. Ley lines were a phenomenon found only on Earth and a few other rare places in the universe. Tarna drifted off to sleep wondering how she would react to a nexus.

Having developed the habit of sleeping lightly, she awoke for shift change before Karl reached her. Her eyes immediately sought Sir Kenneth groggily putting on his armor. She quickly buckled on her sword and stood by him. As soon as he was ready, they stepped away from the others. Avoiding looking in the direction of the banked fire, they let their eyes adjust to the dark.

One of the best reasons to have watches in pairs was to have someone to help you stay awake. Tarna spoke in low tones and whispers, drawing Sir Kenneth into revealing facts about his history and motivations in becoming a knight. His order was based in Germany, on the mainland. The New Deutsche Republic kept most human settlements in Germany safe, so his order mostly tried to protect the overlooked non-human and mixed settlements. Some of it's members were here, in England, and it was such a branch that Sir Kenneth joined. He was unfamiliar with the orders of knights that operated out of New Camelot. His orders, once he completed training, were to travel about the countryside, protecting settlements of non-evil creatures from monsters, and evil men.

It took her most of the watch to draw this out of him, so she settled for merely moving closer to him as he spoke. She was rubbing against his armor by the time their watch was over. Maybe I'll get a better chance tomorrow. Hopefully he'll be better than what I've experienced so far. Her thoughts drifted to the only two sexual encounters she had with Atlantean men. They were Undead Slayers in training, like her. Both times, they took care of their own needs, and had nothing left for her. Just when she was getting started, they were falling asleep. If Jucinda hadn't convinced her otherwise, she'd have given up on men entirely. There's certainly something to be said for them. She thought as she watched Sir Kenneth take off his armor. She fell asleep again thinking about what Sir Kenneth looked like without clothes.

The next morning, the party set off for the ley line crossing with increased alertness. Tarna had no time for reflection. There were always creatures or people that stalked the ley lines. Tarna was fully recovered from spending herself trying to heal Belinda. As she felt her energy increase, she knew they were close the ley line. When they topped the next rise, they could see it, less than a thousand yards away. She couldn't see anything, but something just didn't feel right. Looking quickly at the others, she could see that they were walking on eggshells too. Even Ali was unusually alert. They moved closer to the ley line. The party stopped about ten yards from it.

The Gypsies, Ali, and Sir Kenneth were wearing armor that offered some environmental protection. Tarna paused to dig a respirator out of her pack. Placing it over her face, she felt something was not quite right. Piotr was about to order two of his warriors to cross the ley line with Sir Kenneth, when Tarna stopped them with a gesture. Waving them back behind her, she regarded the ley line suspiciously. She briefly touched the tattoo of an eagle on her left upper thigh. A great golden eagle materialized in front of her, about five feet off the ground. It swooped its wings and flew around Tarna in lazy circles.

Tarna gestured towards the ley line and spoke in Greek, her native tongue.

"Fly to the other side and return. Look for someone or something prepared to ambush anyone crossing the line. Return to me and tell me what you see."

The eagle wheeled in the air and drifted across the ley line several yards above it. It circled above the trees on the other side and barely managed to dodge a hug rock thrown its way. It dove back across the line towards Tarna. She didn't wait for its report. She activated several tattoos while the creature flew towards her. The Chain With Broken Link on her left upper arm endowed her with super strength. The Heart Encircled By Chains on her right outer upper arm created an invisible force field covering her whole body. She summoned her Unicorn from the astral plane while she listened to her Eagle report. Gesturing for the others to get ready she shouted in Greek.

"Giants!"

Quickly realizing these others probably didn't speak her native language, she yelled again in English. The others were just bringing their weapons to bear when a rock the size of a horses head flew through the ley line, knocking Tarna back several feet. She was unharmed, but the rock had disrupted her attempt to summon her Harpy. With a gesture, she dismissed the Eagle, returning it to the astral plane. The others had all taken cover when a barrage of six rocks flew through the ley line, fortunately hitting nothing, followed by Six huge gross looking creatures.

Gigantes! Some people called them Formorians. They were huge mutant giants. No two looked alike. These were all basically humanoid. The biggest one stood 20 feet tall, had warty skin, and bulls horns. One had reptilian skin and a horn poking out its forehead. One had normal skin (for a giant) but a huge wide mouth. One had hair all over like a giant ape. Another had four arms, each pair carrying a club. The shortest was only fifteen feet tall, and had a warped face like a leper and a hump on it's right shoulder and back. All bore clubs that looked like trees ripped out of the ground and

Laser blasts erupted from behind Tarna as Ali and the Gypsies fired their lasers at the huge creatures. Tarna regained her feet and drew Nightbane. She charged the biggest one, shouting in Greek for her Unicorn to do the same. The biggest giant ignored the little humanoid and tried to crush the charging unicorn. It dodged to the side and skewered the ape-like giant instead as the big giants club smashed a giant divot in the earth next to it. The ape giant roared in pain and tried to beat the unicorn off with its fists while the creature drove its horn in and struck at it with sharp front hooves. The biggest giant roared in pain also as Tarna skirted the downed club and drove Nightbane into its calf. She could feel the exultation of her blade as it drive deep into the giant's muscles.

Sir Kenneth fired one shot at the charging giants, dropped his weapon, and ran to the farthest giant on the right, staying out of his comrades' lines of fire. As he reached his target, the hunchback, he activated his Psi-Sword driving it full into the giant's belly. The giant, somewhat surprised at being charged by such a small creature, didn't even try to parry the deadly blade. When it felt the blade sink in, it drove it's club down against Sir Kenneth with all its might. Sir Kenneth was driven to the ground with great force.

Piotr was casting the only spell he could think of to save himself. Just as the other three giants reached the gypsies, wall of force erupted before them. All three hit the wall at full speed and were knocked back. One of the Gypsy warriors fired again and hit the wall. Realizing what happened, the others held their fire. The wounded giants regained their feet and bashed at the wall with their clubs, not being smart enough to just run around it.

The Unicorn was battered, but definitely getting the better of its fight. The ape giant was trying to escape now, but the Unicorn drove its deadly horn into it again and again. The fight was soon finished with a high pitched gurgling roar before the giant ape collapsed in a heap. The Unicorn turn to help its Mistress.

Tarna swung Nightbane to parry the huge club swinging at her. She parried with enough force to shear the tree in half, but the stump was enough to knock her on her back again. She touched a tattoo of a flaming dagger with wings on her left inner arm. The magically called magic dagger materialized in her hand. As the giant straddled her to drive its half club into her supine form, she threw the dagger. It pierced the giant's chin as he started to bring the club down. It didn't stop him, but it was enough that she could parry the club to the side with Nightbane. She rolled to her knees and threw the dagger that had again materialized in her hand at the giant's knee. Again the club missed. She saw the Unicorn moving to help her, so she shouted at it to help the Gypsies. Her force field had not been penetrated, yet she feared for the Gypsies. The Unicorn reluctantly turned towards three giants with their backs towards him. An observer would swear that it was smiling as it charged them.

Sir Kenneth drive his Psi-Sword into the ankle of the giant standing above him. It struck at him weakly, but his armor held. He managed to stand and parry the next blow. The giant started backpedalling, swinging its massive club back and forth to keep Sir Kenneth from closing with it. Sir Kenneth spared a moment to glance at Tarna and saw her on her back. He shouted with rage and charged to the side of the hunchback. As soon as it swung, he stepped inside the swing and chopped at the giant's arm. The Formorian had had enough. It turned and ran full tilt through the ley line. Sir Kenneth turned and ran toward Tarna.

The gypsies timed it carefully. They watched closely as the stupid giants battered at Piotr's wall. As the last blow to the wall finished it, all four Gypsy warriors fired at the same time. Ali released a cloud of steam at the middle giant's (reptilian) head. Just when the beleaguered giant thought things couldn't get any worse, it felt the Unicorn's horn sink into it's flesh from behind. It gurgled stupidly as blood dribbled down its maw and onto its chest.

Tarna felt more than exultation as she fought the giant. Her barely covered pussy was wet and hot. She smiled in genuine pleasure as the giant took another swipe at her. Instead of trying to parry, she braced herself and caught it with her fist. She could feel the force field shudder as it absorbed the force of the blow. She thrust its club back to it with all her augmented strength. The giant stepped back in confusion and more than a little fear. Looking quickly, it saw two of its allies dead and one fleeing. It called out to the two still fighting in a course language. They broke off fighting and fled towards the ley line. The big giant turned and bolted for the ley line itself.

Sir Kenneth stood dumbly in awe. He had just watched her take a full hit from the giant and throw it back at him. He thought he was coming to her aid. Then this. He was trying to collect his wits and decide on a course of action when Tarna bolted through the ley line after the bull horned giant. "No!" He shouted and ran after her.

The Unicorn was harassing the two fleeing giants while trying to stay out of the Gypsies' lines of fire when it her its Mistress shout instructions. It stopped, letting the giants get ahead of it. Then it drew a bead on the least injured one (big mouth) and charged through the ley line after it.

Tarna stopped as she reached the other side of the ley line and turned around. She looked over her shoulder at the big giant, fleeing at full speed now. She turned back to the line just as the other two crossed. She swing Nightbane at the four armed giant with all her augmented might. Nightbane sheered through the hastily raised club and chopped deep into the creatures groin. She gave the dying giant a shove and turned to face Big Mouth. It had its club raised and driving down at her. Once again she braced herself and caught the club. Instead of shoving back, she held it fast as the giant tried to pull it from her grasp. It was still trying as the Unicorn burst through the ley line and drive its deadly horn deep into the giant's undefended side. It released the club to try to fight the Unicorn, so Tarna dropped the club and stabbed the creature through its right knee. It crumpled to the ground, but the Unicorn stabbed it twice more just to make sure it stayed dead.

Sir Kenneth shot through the ley line with his Psi-Sword blazing just as Tarna swung onto the Unicorn's back.

"Good! Get the Gypsies through to this side. We're going after the last one."

Without another look, Tarna and the Unicorn took off like a shot after the fleeing giant. On her own feet, Tarna couldn't hope to catch it. But mounted as she was, she soon had the lumbering form in sight. She leaned forward to mutter more instructions in Greek. The unicorn slowed and started to move more silently.

The giant was slowing it was approaching some other creature. It seemed to be muttering something in a groveling tone. The creature it was talking to looked like a lizard man with horns. Tarna's training came through and an obscure description came to her mind. A Cernun (Seer none) was a reptilian creature. They used both psi and magic. There greatest ability...WAS CONTROLLING GIGANTES! She leaned forward to whisper to her mount.

The deadly duo suddenly charged. Tarna shouted a war cry that chilled the giant's blood. It spun around to look at her, then spun around and ran. The Cernun mystic... Faded from sight. The giant leapt over a nearby creek and stumbled as it landed. It regained its feet just in time to receive the horn of the Unicorn in the back and the edge of Nightbane in its neck. It roared once and spun again, managing to strike the unicorn once before it expired.

Tarna could feel the troubled emanations coming from her mount. She dropped off and dismissed her faithful servant with a wave of her hand.

"Return home and heal."

Looking around the wooded area, she could see no sign of the Cernun. She waded across the stream to where she first saw it talking to the giant. She could find no trace of it. She didn't have any magic to detect invisibility, but surely her tracking skill would be enough to find it. However, she couldn't find a trace of the mystic's path. Probably using some damn spell to hid from me. I don't have time to look for its lair either. We have to find the Nog Henge Druids. With a frustrated sigh, she turned and ran back towards the ley line, following the clear tracks of the giant and Unicorn backwards.

Beneath the surface of the water, the Cernun mystic felt a cool wave of relief. How its minions had managed to cross a tattooed human was beyond it. It would have to be more careful in the future. The human had stepped right next to it. Only the murky water kept it from being discovered. Still, it did not break the surface of the water until well after Tarna had left the area.

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The Gypsies and Tarna met on the track about half way back to the ley line. Sir Kenneth had been worried when she didn't return immediately, and he convinced the others to track her. After a brief break so that Tarna could describe the brief battle with the wounded giant, they continued on towards the Nog Henge.

That night on watch, Tarna tried to involve Sir Kenneth in a conversation. He answered with grunts and monosyllables. She finally got him to admit that despite the fact that his armor held up during the battle with the hunchbacked giant, he was battered and bruised from the encounter. She told him she could help, but that he would have to remove his armor and let her examine him. This wasn't strictly true, but he didn't know that.

Her pussy moistened as she recalled again Jucinda's 'lessons' that help her to develop her own healing psi abilities. She ran her hands along his body more than necessary to perform a psychic diagnosis. He really wasn't injured. It was all bruises and contusions. She wouldn't really have to expend herself much. Still she drew it out longer than necessary, letting her hands linger on his bare chest. As her hands passed over him, the bruises and contusions returned to normal. The pain was replaced by a warmth that had little to do with psychic surgery. Her nether lips swelled to the point where they were barely covered by her G-string as she recalled the number of sweet punishments she endured in order to learn to heal.

"Wha... What are y... You doing?" Sir Kenneth stuttered as Tarna's hands crept down to his waistline.

"Just trying to make you more comfortable." Tarna answered with a smile.

"B... But we're supposed to be on watch." He managed a feeble protest.

Damn! He's right! Oh well, I can definitely see he's interested. Tarna grinned as she observed the growing bulge in his crotch. She gave it a squeeze before letting him back up.

"I suppose you're right. We really shouldn't do anything 'til we get back I guess. Sorry, I'll keep my hands to myself ." For now.

* * * * *

The next day they had no trouble. They were coming into more populated territory. Some of the villages they strode through told them to leave when they saw the gypsies. Some of them refused entry when they saw Tarna. Why do these people react like this to tattoos? Oh well, it's their loss.

That night on watch, Tarna and Sir Kenneth carried on an animated conversation sitting very close. They touched a couple times, but didn't push it any further than that. Both were secretly relieved when the watch was over. Tarna had to make herself cum three times before she could sleep after that. She tried to be as quiet as possible. Normally she mad a lot of noise when she came. She managed to get by with breathing hard and let out a little squeak when she came the third time. Turned away, she couldn't see Sir Kenneth following her every movement. He couldn't sleep until he heard her breathing rhythmically. Vladimir and Josep were circumspect in their observation as well. Their conversation the rest of the night centered around a certain ravenous redhead.

They reached the Nog Henge the next day around noon. This huge tree covered the sky from the party's perspective. Its enormous canopy made high noon seem dark. Piotr told Tarna this was a Millennium Tree. They came about after the cataclysm when magic returned to Earth. He knew nothing more. She starred in awe at the beautiful living monument.

"May I help you?"

The nondescript voice came from a robed figure behind the party. They spun around hands on weapons, but calmed when they saw the robed figure. At last! A Druid. Piotr spoke hesitantly.

"We came here looking for what Katerina called Nog Henge Druids. You see, we had this fight with a Melech and..."

"You need the cure for Melech poison. Such a cure is not easy to come by. Melech are magical creatures. Their poison is rarely in need of a cure because there bite generally ensures death well before their poison has a chance to be effective. I have the cure being prepared as we speak. Some of my friends told me of a disturbance at the ley line to the south. It seems a party of Gypsies, a Warlock, A Cyber Knight, and an Undead Slayer were ambushed by Gigantes crossing the line. I had more of my friends look into this and I learned of your quest. Tomorrow, most of you will leave with the cure. For now, come with me to the village. Most of us there are Druids. Don't worry Tarna, we know the difference between an Atlantean Undead Slayer and a Splugorth tattooed slave." The figure turned and walked off without another word.

Tarna followed, feeling sort of dazed. They KNOW who I am! The others followed as much to stay with Tarna as to follow the Druid. The village the Druid spoke of was ten miles from the tree. The robed figure led them to a large hut at the edge of the village. Entering the hut, the druid beckoned them all inside. They all sat around the table where the figure pointed them to. Tarna watched the druid doff her robe and sit down.

She appeared to be a young blonde human woman. The beautiful face had a timeless quality to it that inspired no lust in the men. Tarna, on the other hand felt herself get aroused every time the woman moved. The druid laid her hands on the table and bowed her head. Tarna had seen her sister do this when she communicated telepathically. Even that looks sexy! The woman's head came up.

"The preparations are nearly complete. The antidote will be ready by morning. Please stay here this night. You will leave at first light." She looked at Piotr. "You and you will join them to insure safe delivery." She looked at Sir Kenneth, then Ali. "You, Tarna, will remain with us. You must be prepared to face your intended prey. The price for this hard to come by cure is this: You must kill or run off a vampire."

Chapter 2

Tarna watched the rest of the party move over the hill. They moved with grim determination back towards the Gypsy camp. The druid gave them the antidote that morning. It looked like nothing more than herbal tea, in fact that was how it was to be prepared. She was disappointed that she wouldn't get a chance to finish her conversation with Sir Kenneth. She'd have to try to look him up later. For now, she had more important things to worry about. Her task was to kill a vampire that had moved into the area recently.

Entering the hut, Tarna gazed at the beautiful druid. Long golden blonde hair hung down to her waist, tied in a ponytail with a simple loop of hemp. She looked back at Tarna with blue eyes that were so light they were almost grey. Her bust, while nowhere near as generous as Tarna's, was ample enough to be self evident through the heavy robe she wore. Her smile shone like the rising of the sun. She set down the cup of tea she was drinking and gestured for Tarna to seat herself.

"Sit down dear. We have much to accomplish in a short period of time."

"Like what? Can't you just point me in the right direction and let me kill it?"

"First of all, you are ready to receive more tattoos. I know custom dictates that you return to your clan alchemist to receive them, but that won't be necessary. I will place the tattoos myself."

"Who are you?" Tarna asked, somewhat awed. It took many decades for an Atlantean alchemist to develop the skill and power necessary to create a tattoo. This girl' didn't look anywhere near old enough.

"Call me Genie. It's as good as anything else I've been called. Yes, I have the necessary skills. No, I am not a True Atlantean. Yes, I am older than I appear. Relax dear. Your people learned the art of tattoo magic from mine before they ever learned how to leave this world. Now, lie down here, and we'll get started."

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As Tarna lay on a mat on the floor receiving a tattoo, she thought back to the first two she received. It had hurt horribly. The more she received, the less it hurt. Now it was no more than a mild discomfort. A discomfort she was continually distracted from by the weight of Genie's arm on her left breast as the druid cast the tattoo onto her left shoulder. Her halter top was thin enough that she could feel Genie's pulse beating against her nipple. She continually got lost in her own fantasies, and had to be drawn back to reality by Genie's words.

"I don't know the name he goes by, but reports confirm that it is definitely a male. I believe it is a master sent to create a base for its creator, or a freed secondary vampire moving away from the influence of masters. In any case, it has killed two innocent villagers of a nearby village, so it must be stopped. You are most suited to take down a vampire of this magnitude."

"I don't care if it IS a master. They all die when exposed to sunlight or running water. Magic weapons kill them just as dead." She idly strokes Nightbane as she let her mind wander again with the feeling of the woman's arm on her breast.

* * * * *

Tarna looked up to get her bearings. The last two days had been nightmarish. The druid had to stay in close contact with her in order to create the tattoos properly. Having that graceful form touching her for the better part of two days, but not being able to do anything about it had her in a state of near frenzy. Setting out on the road had helped some, but she still smelled of rut.

There's the hill now. The cave should be on the other side. Tarna looked at the sun, well past its zenith. Not much time. Oh well, if the sun goes down, I'll just have to kill it the hard way. She lightly stroked Nightbane at her side. I'm getting close. I can almost sense it. Tarna stopped at the base of the hill. She closed her eyes and stretched out with her senses, feeling for the sense of a vampire. There! For the first time in her life, Tarna felt the unmistakable sense of a vampire. Her instructors told her she wouldn't mistake it for anything else, and they were right.

Tarna stalked around the hill, not paying attention to the diminishing sun. The cave was easy enough to find if one knew it was there and was actively searching for it. The entrance was fairly small. She took a moment to activate her Heart Pierced by Wooden Stake tattoo. This would protect her from the mind control powers of the vampire. Being an Atlantean, she was already protected from the transforming effects of the vampire's bite. She considered activating the Heart Encircled by Chains for invulnerability and Chain with Broken Link for supernatural strength, but decided against it. She could always activate them later if she needed them. After all, it's only one vampire, how tough can it be? That thought would come to haunt her over the next several weeks.

Drawing Nightbane, Tarna stepped into the cave entrance. She had to duck and twist and squirm to move deeper inside. After about ten feet or so of such gyrations, she came to a chamber big enough for her to stand at her full height. The weak light entering from the small entrance was not enough to illuminate this room, so she dropped her backpack and pulled out one of her camp lights. This unit had a long shaft and forward shining bulb like a standard flashlight, but it also had a simple lantern type light in the shaft. She lit both lights just in time to feel some sort of staff or club broken across her shoulders.

The weapon was wood, and not strong enough to harm her magically hardened skin. Tarna looked up at her attacker, a pale human woman. Ah! This vampire has already created a slave unaffected by daylight. Tarna watched as the woman turned and ran into a dark corridor that left the chamber to her left. There was another passage almost straight in front of her. She considered following the woman then decided to feel for the vampire instead. Closing her eyes again, she let her senses explore. Again, she sensed the vampire, almost directly in front of her. She set sown the light, took a stake out of the backpack's holster, and put it in her teeth. She quickly put the pack back on her back and picked up the light. She carefully stepped into the passage before her.

After 30 feet, the narrow passage turned right and dead-ended. What the... Tarna once again closed her eyes and sensed for the vampire. It was behind her! She ran back to the entrance chamber to see a dark form meld into the shadows of the entrance tunnel. Tricked! I should have followed the wench! Tarna ran to the tunnel, but had to wriggle and squirm to get back outside. Once outside, she looked despairingly in the direction of the last bit of light of the setting sun.

Tarna briefly considered going back inside and desecrating the vampire's coffin. Then she caught a glimpse of a well-dressed man watching her from the direction of the trees to the North. Her hunter's instinct took over and she bolted toward him. She watched him melt into the shape of a wolf as she charged just before she reached him, he completed his transformation and took off into the trees. She was right on his heels so she tried to follow as the wolf-shaped vampire drove through bushes and scrub trees. Tarna refused to be bated into playing its game, and blasted through trees and bushes like a bull through a China shop. Seeing her gain on him, the vampire changed tactics and fled straight north, ignoring the landscape much like Tarna was. He finally started to put some distance between them.

Tarna followed doggedly. Every time she lost sight of the vampire, she considered going back to its cave and defiling the coffin. However, before she could change direction, she would get a glimpse of the wolf shape and the chase would renew. It never occurred to her she was being led. She never thought that the vampire might be trying to keep her close.

After a half hour of such antics, she noticed an orc above her in a tree. Only an orc, nothing to worry about. She started to notice more and more orcs, but ignored them as she kept her quarry in sight. After a few moments, she realized she was in the middle of an orc encampment. She slowed down, finally realizing she'd been led here. I see what he's trying to do, but what are orcs going to do to me? She strode more carefully through the encampment. The orcs watched her warily, yet none stepped within range of Nightbane. Several of them in her path moved out of her way. Her confidence boosted as she neared the end of the encampment. A group of seven orcs next to a thick copse of holly moved quickly to her left as she came in range. Tarna grinned as she passed between the orcs and the copse. Some trap! I guess these orcs know how dangerous I really am. Now if I can't locate him, I'll just... Her thoughts were interrupted by an incredibly painful blow to the back of her head.

* * * * *

Bokkar hid with his two ogre bodyguards as the stupid Atlantean moved through his camp. Bokkar, a Gromek, looked more like a demon than any creature from Earth. He stood eight feet tall, had horns and huge bat-like wings. Gromeks were often confused with demons even though they bled and breathed the same as humans. The huge, hyena-like maw only added to their mystique. He held his black staff, Midnight, tightly as the Undead Slayer came closer and closer to the copse in which he hid. Most of his orcs probably thought she was just a standard tattooed human. They were smart enough not to cross her at least. As she stepped by him, he stepped out of the copse and swung Midnight at her head with all his might.

* * * * *

Tarna almost collapsed as the staff struck the back of her skull. Normal weapons would just break like the vampire slave's had, or bounce off harmlessly. However, magic weapons like Midnight could harm her. She felt her pack ripped off her as Nightbane slipped through her stunned fingers, to sink several inches into the earth beside her. She felt huge powerful hands grab her arms and move them behind her. She recovered enough to struggle, and stomped painfully on the instep of the ogre attempting to capture her left arm. It roared and fell back, releasing her. As her fingers reached towards her Heart Encircled by Chains tattoo on her right arm, she felt another blow to the back of her head. She fell limply into the grip of the ogre holding her right arm. Both her arms were held over her head as she felt through a haze of pain a binding clasped onto her wrists. As her head cleared, she heard deep grating laughter behind her.

"Take the fool to the altar and bind her appropriately." He looked to the ogre on the ground, holding its pained foot. "Since she hurt you, you should have her first." He looks at the orcs gathering around. "But fear not, all of you will get your chance at her."

Tarna's vision returned, but she still had a headache that wouldn't quit. I'll make them all regret not killing me as soon as they had me helpless. There MUST be a way. As she was dragged roughly towards a carved rock altar she hadn't noticed before, she managed to get her fingers on her Chain With Broken Link tattoo and attempted to invoke super strength. To her shock, she was unable to invoke her tattoo. The nature of the bindings on her wrist was beginning to dawn on her. With a sinking feeling in her stomach she was draped over the altar. She kicked at her assailants as soon as her weight pressed against the stone. She broke the nose of and orc and even managed to make the ogre she injured earlier stumble to his knees, but there were too many enemies. The standing ogre held her down over the altar until enough orcs could get hold of her legs and bear them down. Her ankles were bound to the corners of the crude altar, where holes had been bored through the stone. The magical bindings on her wrists were tied to a similar hole in the middle of the base on the far side of the altar. Her bio-regenerative abilities were healing the blows to her head, but nothing could heal the anguish and feelings of helplessness. All the while the orcs and ogres were laughing and shouting in their language that she had never bothered to learn. She didn't really want to know what they were saying anyway.

"Me first!"

"No! You fool! The ogres get her first!"

"Then me!"

"Don't be greedy! We ALL get to have her."

"Get out of my way!"

The left hand ogre (as she'd come to think of him) moved up behind Tarna, drooling over the sight of her ass bent over the altar. He stepped behind her and tried to tear her G-string off. It was made of sterner stuff, though, and didn't tear. Instead it pulled painfully up between Tarna's labia as the monster attempted to remove it. She groaned in pain, but the memory of Jucinda, her sister doing something similar caused her lips to moisten in anticipation. The ogre soon tired of trying to tear off the nearly indestructible G-string, so he merely pulled it to the side. He positioned his enormous erection at her tender opening. Without warning, he thrust his huge member into her in its entirety. She screamed in pain and rage. I'll kill you all! She gritted her teeth and pulled at her bindings. All she managed was to chafe her wrists and ankles. The feeling of the ogre, hilt deep inside her and pressing into her as hard as he could, soon got her body to respond. The initial pain subsided as her body continually healed itself. Her rage could not diminish her body's response to having a hard member within it. Her inner walls moistened as the ogre plunged in and out. Her rage left her breathless, but not so much as her shame. No! I CAN'T be enjoying this!

The ogre continued to thrust in and out. The huge creature's balls slapped against her swollen clit with every thrust. She felt a burning sensation start to build up in her belly. She had only had sex with a man twice before in her life. Both times were unfulfilling. She had to bring herself off. Later. She had never been able to orgasm with a man, and now she was about to get off with an ogre. Her rage knew no bounds. She subsumed her shame and guilt into an abiding hatred for her rapists. As she grew closer and closer, her hatred also grew. She built up and finally came with a pant and a moan. She felt the beast still plunging into her, but now it seemed to affect her less. The mechanics of the rape became less meaningful to her even though she could feel herself starting to burn inside again. After a few more pumps, the ogre inside her spewed a what felt like a gallon of ogre cum into her womb. Worthless bastard didn't even finish me off!

Tarna was breathing heavily as the next ogre moved in behind her. Her body had already healed the stretching she'd just received, so she was amazingly tight again as the right hand ogre drove inside her up to the hilt. Yes! The beast's balls slapping into her engorged clit got her started again. This time, as her orgasm built up again, she imagined herself slaying the ogre with Nightbane. Her orgasm shook her to the core this time. That's IT! I can survive this after all! She came two more times with the ogre pounding into her. She imagined killing him both times. When the ogre finally spent in her, she had a vicious grin on her face. The cretins continued to shout in their barbaric language.

"Look! The bitch is ENJOYING it!"

"Too bad the ogres loosened her up. This is gonna be fun!"

Tarna's remarkable healing abilities had her tight again when the first orc stepped up behind her. It too thrust into her without any warning, but, after the ogres, it just didn't do anything for her. She sighed in frustration, but fantasized about killing the orc anyway. After a few minutes, the orc came inside her. She felt nothing more than frustration and irritation. As the next orc stepped up behind her, she turned her head around to look at those gathered around her. There must have been thirty orcs as well as the two ogres. This is gonna be a loooong night.

* * * * *

Seven hours later, Tarna raised her head sleepily. The orcs had finally finished taking turns. The ogres each had her twice more in between orcs. After a while, she figured out that she could speed up the process with the orcs by simply clenching them tightly when they were inside her. The whole time she managed to control herself enough to keep from crying out. Outside of a few pants and moans, she remained silent through that whole first night. Most of the orcs were back in their tents. Only a few orcs and the ogres still surrounded her. It took her a moment to notice that two orcs were untying her. She pretended to be dazed and unable to hold herself up. The ogres picked her up and carried her. Letting her head loll around as if unconscious, Tarna looked around the camp. There were several small tents that looked like they were made out of animal hides. Near the altar was a large tent made of some sort of polymerized fabric. Tarna guessed that was where the Gromek stayed. Her pretense of unconsciousness came to an abrupt end as she was dunked unceremoniously into a nearby creek. This may once have been a fishing hole, but it smelled like the camp used it for a midden. Tarna relieved herself while the ogres held her under water. Her lack of breath was at first a blessing, but she needed air. Just as she was aiming for Left Hand's instep again, they finally pulled her up. They said something to her in their guttural tongue. She didn't care to try to understand, so they dragged her back to the camp. Instead of taking her back to the altar, they took her to the big tent.

Inside, the Gromek was standing in front of a sturdy wooden frame. He said something to the ogres, and they carried her to the frame. As she got closer, she saw it was a wrack. There were several places for bindings to attach, and a winch at the top. The frame was almost eight feet tall. It appeared to serve as a support for the tent. Right Hand held her up while Left Hand bent over to secure her feet. Tarna's face stretched into an evil grin.

As the Left Hand ogre reached down to secure her left foot, she stomped his hand hard. He immediately withdrew the hand, but he was bent over to receive a tremendous kick to the face. Right Hand tried to secure her against his body, so she stomped down on his instep. He growled and fell against her. She bashed her head into his chin. Surely these buffoons can fight better than this? She had no way of knowing the ogres had orders to handle her carefully and not damage her. She hit the ogre in the gut with a double fist. Even without the super strength tattoo, Tarna was a formidable opponent. As Left hand fell away from her, right hand came in with a roundhouse swing. Tarna easily ducked under it and responded with a kick to the monster's testicles. Tarna spun around to finish off Right Hand, and felt Midnight bash her across her shoulder blades. The magic weapon again stunned her long enough to receive another blow to the head. This time she collapsed on the floor. How DOES that bastard get so close to me without me seeing him? She felt herself lifted to the wrack and secured. Her ankles were restrained before she came to enough to struggle. The Gromek's gritty voice invaded her ears like a physical force. She quickly realized it was speaking English.

"So, my pretty little slave, again you harm my minions. You shall be punished for that. I was going to sacrifice you tonight, but my minions seem to enjoy you." Sacrifice? He must be a shifter! Shifters were magicians that received powers and spell from powerful entities from other planes. " Morale has been low lately, and so few of them have mates. You, my slave, shall improve their morale. Know that I am Bokkar, and you will become my most willing and humble slave before I am through with you!"

"I am Tarna of the Clan AerRethra, and you will regret not killing me when you had the chance before I'm through with you."

"Bold words, slave. You shall learn your place soon."

"Yeah, and you shall learn to kiss my... Yeooooooow!"

Tarna found out the hard way that her G-string had been removed while she was recovering from the last blow to the head. She also found out that Bokkar had very good aim with his cat-o'-nine-tails. He struck unerringly at the tender flesh of her pussy lips. He began to whip her vigorously. With a great deal of effort, she refrained from crying out again. She gritted her teeth and occasionally grunted in pain at a particularly vicious blow. He aimed primarily at the tender flesh between her legs and her inner thighs. That was his mistake. After a while, she closed her eyes and no longer saw Bokkar. In her mind's eye, the whip was held by her loving, if twisted, sister. They had often played like this before her training. However, after her training, she had received enough tattoos to mold her flesh into something harder than steel. She could not be harmed easily, but she could still feel pain, and pleasure. Jucinda had done something similar, using her powerful telekinesis to hold Tarna fast while she wielded four separate whips all over Tarna's body. Tarna could feel herself building up again at the thought. The Gromek paused his whipping to grope her breasts and pinch her nipples. Tarna once again went over the edge, cum dribbling down her thighs. Bokkar watched closely as the whip marks healed in seconds. He chuckled.

"This is going to be fun, slave. Your pain threshold must be enormous. I can do so many fun things to you. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

Tarna did not hear him. In her head, she heard another voice, a woman's voice, chiding her for being so naughty and telling her she would have to be punished. Tarna came three more times as Bokkar whipped her until his arm grew tired.

"You have been punished for harming my minions, slave. Now we begin your training in earnest."

Tarna felt the heat of the Gromek's body behind her. The massive erection pressed at her pussy lips. Bokkar crouched low enough to enter her pussy from below. Oh, this again. Holy cats! He's bigger than the ogres were. How many ways would you like to die tonight Bokkar? Tarna let a little moan escape as Bokkar thrust up into her. She started burning inside again, imagining impaling him on a ten yard spike.

Bokkar pulled out of her and stood straight. He licked her ear and whispered.

"Soon you will be begging me for this."

He crouched low again and grasped her ass cheeks with his hands. He pressed the head of his enormous cock at the pucker of her anus.

"What are you... No! Not there... Aaaaaauuugh!"

Tarna screamed in rage and pain as the Gromek shoved his entire length into her bowels. The pain was tremendous. She tore a binding that was in front of her off with her teeth. She gripped the binding in her teeth to keep from wailing. She still growled in pain and frustration as Bokkar continued to thrust his cum slicked cock into her ass. She tried to escape in her mind, but the pain was too fresh, and the sensation was too new. She had to suffer through the several minutes of anal rape with her mind intact and present. I'll kill you ALL! When she felt the monster's cock engorge and spew huge globs of cum into her bowels, she could only sigh with relief. The creature had been gnawing on her neck while it came. Her skin couldn't be broken by such antics, but the fetid breath so close to her nostrils made her want to gag.

The Gromek left her hanging on the wrack as it stumbled to its bed. Hanging sleepless most of the night, Tarna had plenty of time to think about the mistake she had made to wind up in this situation. She resolved to never underestimate an enemy again. She had even more time to think about how to try to get out of this fix. The Gromek said it wasn't going to kill her, because her multiple rapes were good for morale. A plan began to form in her mind. Someday Bokkar...