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To be a slave, a mere property; it was a shame, an unbearable dishonor she had to endure until she would be able to find a way out of this situation. She needed to fulfill her duty, to protect the one that counted on her, until it would be too late.

Although she was sold and bought, there was nothing that was forcing her to stay in service of the one that spended money on her. The one she was forced to call master was an unpleasant fellow, but to survive, she would obey him, for she had no other choice.

``Isma, this is your new master; you will serve him like you did for me. Do not disappoint him, for you were trained to be an excellent slave, the response to any dream that could arise in his mind. You have no other purpose than to enact them and to take pleasure from it. Now go and perfect this art of yours; make me proud of your training'' said the one that called himself her master, pushing her toward a cloaked individual, who stayed quiet during the exchange.

``Present yourself to your new master; show how well I trained you'' he told her while looking at her, before returning his gaze to his client, who didn't seem to have cared about her; perhaps he was thinking about a specific element, or was he examining her, exploring what her body could offer, since she was wearing nothing at all?

It was indecent, even embarrassing, but she knew that there was nothing she could do against it, for now; the day she would find her armor, or at least some protection, she would gladly put it back. Until then, she would play by these rules and pretend to obey; perhaps there was even some advantage to this, but to use it would demean her. After all, there was a difference between charm and raw sexuality...

As demeaning as it was, at least she knew that the looks she gathered where the consequence of her looks, an element she was proud of. Her scales, brown as the earth that supported her march, were still well kept, even in this condition; it was one of her prides, an element she couldn't bear to let the time and elements degrade. They were still glistening in the sun, a sight for those that could keep their eyes of the other regions her situation offered to them.

Her body was firm and fit; even the conditions that she was kept in weren't able to break her physique, an element she wanted to gloat about, but knew that could come back to haunt her if she wasn't careful. As much as it was a potential weapon in her hand, it could also be used against her, something she had to be careful about. For now, she would obey the orders she heard, for dire consequences could follow such an open provocation; it could be viewed as an act of rebellion, a vision she wished that wouldn't seep into his mind, for it could ruin her cover. Success in her plans was not negotiable, for the princess fate was in her hands...

Going on all four, she placed her head on the ground as she lifted her tail, presenting herself to who would be her new owner; as much she wanted to lower it, she knew that it would be wiser to keep in place until she was told to lower it, for she could face untold consequences that could harm her plans for the future. It wouldn't be wise to ruin perfect opportunities by being strong headed...

``See how she is well trained? How she is able to take command without contesting them? She is a fine slave, one that doesn't need to be broken anymore; when I buy slaves, I don't break, I rebuild them, so they would be the image of my clients desires'' her erstwhile master said to the visitor, as it took his payment.

She could try to run for it, taking the opportunity that was presented to her; they were busy, arguing about the price that was supposed to be paid. She could use that moment to run away and let the confusion slow them down, although there was a chance that it wouldn't work, in the end. Even though they were negotiating about her potential future, there was a chance that her escape wouldn't go unnoticed, for the debates wouldn't be enough to cover up the sounds she would create while running away, her claws raking against the ground.

It was insulting to her them to attach a price to her, as if she was a mere commodity, an object that was bound to be appraised before it would be used; if only she would have her sword at her side, she would have been able to deal with them with ease... if only there was a weapon she could use that was close to her...

There was something strange with the voice of the one that was going to buy her, as if that person was trying to hide its identity; it was deep, but too deep. It sounded ancient and beyond time, almost as if it was an entity, not a living being.

Perhaps it was just paranoia that was setting its claws into her minds; it was probably the clothes and some minor condition that caused this minor change in its voice. With time, it would probably alter back, returning to an original state she was unfamiliar with.

``Isma, you can get up; it is time for you to get ready to leave. It is a bit disappointing to see you depart so soon, but I will keep fond memories of you. Your body, your actions, your devotion; nothing will be forgotten...'' her ancient owner told her, as he pushed her toward her new master, unaware of what she was scheming.

His touch was revolting, but she needed to control herself; she was under watch and a false move could doom her. Until the time would come, she would play along, pretending that she enjoyed his touch and the memories that he evoked with such carelessness.

She wanted to make him eat his words, but she knew that it wasn't the time to exact any kind of revenge; she needed to restrain herself, until the time would be ripe for such an act. Until then, she needed to keep a low profile and assure herself that her new master wouldn't pay too much attention to her; there was surely a way that this could happen...

``Come, make haste; the road is long to the destination we must reach'' said the one cloaked in black, as it left the courtyard, leaving her alone for a moment. Resisting the urge to escape, she followed the trail, unsure of how they would be travelling. Walking wouldn't be a problem, but to do it without any clothes on, while they would cross towns and villages seemed too much for her; the risks were too high...

As she left the estate, she saw a modest wagon waiting; she thought that her owner came alone and yet, there seemed to be a reduced entourage following it. Perhaps they were retainers and workers hired by the same one that bought her, although there was something off about them, as if their presence wasn't linked to work at all. Maybe she was reading into the situation too much; she needed to get away and that was the important part...

She didn't appreciate the way they looked at her, but it was an element she would deal with, until there would be an opening for her to grab, until she would be able to escape with her life. Perhaps, if she was lucky, there would be some clothes for her to put on, so she would be able to cover her shame, for a short moment.

It would be a momentary respite, thought, for she knew that it wouldn't take long until she would need to remove them and please her new master, a thought that repulsed her but made her realize that there was nothing she could do, for now.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't hear her master approach her; as it was behind her, she could sense his presence, one that chilled her insides, as if she was already terrified of him. She needed to be more on her guard, for someone could use this opportunity on her, one day.

``Ah yes, my new... acquisition; you might be a bit more complex than what your master passed you off to, but I know that with time, all your fears will disappears and that you will embrace your place at my side. One day, you will even wonder why you had questions in the first place; embracing what you will see and learn, your mind will flourish under my domination'' said the master, as it moved toward the wagon, the entourage surrounding him for a moment.

``Come and abandon your fears; there is no purpose for them; although I know they are vital for you, you will see that without them, so much can be accomplished. But for now, you will obey, for your own good'' it added, without turning to look at her, as if she wasn't worthy enough to get its full attention.

``Before you get in, do not forget to grab some clothes in the chest; although your forms are pleasant to the eyes, I cannot let you expose them to everybody during the entire trip. It would be a shame that such virtues and assets would be wasted in such a way, when they would be more productive ways to do it'' said the voice, as the master pointed toward the back of the wagon, inviting her to search the fabled items in question.

Even though it was an ill-intentioned charity, she knew that there was no point in refusing it; if she could find something decent to wear, then it would put her mind to ease for a moment, until she would find a way to deal with the one that bought her. It wouldn't be easy; not only it was surrounded by a thin crowd, which would make anything stealthy impossible, but she was sure that there was something about that person, especially the way it covered itself and talked.

Perhaps it was a crime lord, a cult leader or something else that dwelled in the darkness of society; would she become a tool for its activities, broken enough to accept that they were legitimate, or would she be able to escape before it would be too late?

Or she could find a way to partake in the activities for a while, to gain some money and influence, so she would be able to disappear in the world without any worries, for she would have gained enough to permit such a state in the first place. But that was probably a fool's dream, something that would never happen; it's not like it would allow her to strive free, to have her say in the fate of her own life, for the moment.

The chest, as modest as it was, was enough for the purpose it filled; there were plenty of clothes she could use inside of it, but a lot of them were torn, used or stained. It was difficult to find a decent suit in it and she didn't want to settle for some dirty rags; she had her pride, as harmful as it could be in this situation.

After tossing nearly all the clothes out, she succeeded in finding something she thought was decent enough to wear outside; it was still old and discolored, but it seemed solid and without holes. It would do the trick, until a better outfit would replace it.

``Amusing; still a slave and yet, she acts like a princess. I suppose I could applaud such bravery, or foolhardiness, for its amusing value, but we need to get moving. As much as I enjoy this scenery, we can't allow our presence to be known around here'' it told the crowd, as it took its place in the wagon, sitting on what seemed to be a reasonable pile of pillows.

As she tried to follow him and take place as well in the wagon, she was pushed aside by one of the followers, who seemed displeased by her actions. They couldn't expect her to walk all the way? What sort of madness and nonsense would that be? A part of her wanted to remind them of the price they paid for her, but she revised herself at the last moment; it wasn't the time to give them ammunition...

``Only those that are close to the Master can sit next to him; the rest must walk and that includes you. You should consider yourself lucky that you have clothes on your back; if it was me deciding, I would have let you walk nude'' said the follower, as he turned around and focused his attention elsewhere.

The one that talked to her was of the vulpine kind; a kind she wasn't used to meet, she knew they were around, minding their own business like anybody else. But to be at the mercy of one was not an element she appreciated; if only there was a weakness she could exploit, a way she could bribe him...

But that would be futile, for the others would be watching; all she knew, for now, was that this fox was a dangerous fellow, one that she wanted to avoid if she could. There was no purpose in putting herself in situations that would give the advantage to someone else than her, although some would appreciate it, with time.

She looked at the room, wondering how long the trip would take; she had the impression it wouldn't be a clever idea to ask it to the crowd and yet, the question haunted her, making rational explanations futile. She would observe it for herself, although she had the impression that it would be longer than she would be able to judge.

The sun was high in the sky as they started the march toward an obscure goal; she wasn't told where it would end, but she knew that once they would arrive, the answer would come to her without failure. Along the path, there would be plenty of opportunities to elude their surveillance and disappear in the wild, making one with nature until she would be able to find the princess and fulfill her duty.

It was her oath, her honor; she wanted to assure herself that nothing and no one would stand before her and her protégé, until the mission would be over. This was just a little setback, one that she would forget about with time...

The path was rigid under her feet; made of broken rocks and sand, it was unstable at best, making her trudge and wobble with each two steps. The rocks were boiling hot, making her wish that she had something to protect herself, but there was nothing she was able to find. Perhaps she could walk on the sides, on the plain for a moment, to soothe the burn.

As she predicted, the grass was cooler, thus providing a cooling relief to this forced march, but would it last? As she could observe, her action didn't go unnoticed, but nothing was said, as if retribution would fall upon her later. It was a prospect that made her shiver, but since she was already in potential trouble, there was no purpose in avoiding risks anymore. Until there would be a break, she would be able to enjoy that temporary reprieve, as temporary as it was, although there was a chance that she would be struck for her arrogance.

It was strange that no one else wandered on this road; where were the adventurers, the bandits and the plunderers of yore, waiting for an opportunity to accumulate riches? This was a perfect chance, one they couldn't miss and yet, seemed to be ignoring, unless there was a reason she wasn't aware of in the first place.

Perhaps there was an element she needed to know, a reputation she wasn't aware of; but if that was the case, then how were they able to buy her in the first place without any issues? It was sheer luck that permitted such safe passage; it was ironic to pray for bandits and rogues, but in desperate times, even the criminals could become heroes...

``We will stop here, for now; even though we are far from our destination, there is no point in walking on an empty stomach. Enjoy the few moments of respite you gained, before we move again'' said the voice, as the group sat near the wagon, taking a bag from the wagon.

The food was scarce; bread and cheese were on the menu, but not for her, for she received bread. At least it wasn't stale; in fact, it was quite fresh and moist, but she wanted more and knew she deserved more; what could explain this peculiar treatment?

Was it caused by her decision to follow what she believed was right, instead of asking, or was it her status as a slave, and not follower that created this situation? Either way, it would suffice, for now; it was all she was going to receive until the next stop...

``With food should come a show, one that would put the mind of the people at rest for a while, before the journey would continue, one that would... deliver a strong and powerful message while entertaining the rest of the crowd. Who would bear the burden of such an act, who could perform without the fear of failure?'' said the voice, emanating from the wagon, as the discussions that were surrounding it died.

They looked at each other for a moment, as if they heard a secret meaning to what it said, a meaning that escaped her. As long as it was a code that mattered only to them and wouldn't involve her, then she didn't care much about it; they could have their fun, whatever it was...

To watch them argue amongst themselves was amusing, but she knew that it was only for a short moment; whatever they were trying to decide, it seemed like one of them emerged victorious, ready to fulfill whatever goal that was linked to this position. She was not surprised to see the vulpine fellow achieve victory over the others, although she wondered if this was real competition or a mere agreement they had together, one she wished she could expose to the light of day.

When he approached her, she became wary of the entire scenario; was he going to tell her what it was about, or was it about something else? By the way he was looking at her, she had the impression that there was another element to it, one that made her shiver.

She could observe her reflections in his eyes, how he was undressing her with his eyes; it was a bit creepy or flattering, but as long as he kept it to himself, then there was nothing she could do against it. She wasn't going to rip out his eyes or try to beat him up, although it could be tempting; there wouldn't be anything wrong with him learning a bit of respect, but she had the impression that this act of hers would be her last...

When he grabbed her, she tried to push away, only to be hit in return; the blow wasn't hard, but it was sufficient for her to lose her balance for a moment, giving him time to grab her from behind, giving him access to more of her body.

``Seems like you want to play tough, bitch, but I know how to deal with people like you. You might resist at first, but soon, you'll beg for more, like the slut you are; after all, this is what you are truly, despite all the airs you are trying to give yourself'' he told her, as he grabbed her shirt and ripped it apart, revealing her chest to the crowd, who cheered to what he accomplished without any effort.

As he tossed it aside, he placed his hand on her chest, caressing what it was able to find; his hand was firm and rugged, determined on reaching a goal that she was afraid to know. She was in no position to resist him, although she would desire nothing else than that. If only she could kick in the leg with enough strength to destabilize him for a moment; that would be enough for him to drop her, thus allowing her to run free...

But this was a pipe dream, as she felt one of his hand move from her chest to her loins, determined on claiming what she could offer. Biting her lips, she could watch the hand wander for a moment, before it stopped, lying near its objective; she hoped that it would be enough for him, that the fear he was inspiring would suffice to fuel him.

However, it wasn't enough for him, as she felt a finger enter her, prodding her; as soft as his fur was, it was still rough, guided by an uncaring user. She wanted it out of her, to be back where it was supposed to be, but she knew that all she could do, for now, was to bear her fate and try to forget about it, until he would be done with whatever he had in mind at the moment.

As disgusted as she was, a part of her was enjoying the mistreatment, as if she wanted more; the mere thought of such a possibility lurking in her mind sickened her, but could she be able to control the dark fantasies that played in her mind? This part of her, that enjoyed feeling the finger entering her, exploring what her body offered to him, was an obstacle in her path and she needed to deal with it, or she would soon crave she pleasure it was lusting, the pleasure such bestial actions could provide...

``She a tight one; oh, it would be a pleasure to be in her. But it seems she is reluctant a bit; I know you want it, you little slut; that's why you were bought. There is no point for you to stop it nor resist; remember that there is no purpose for you to lie about the cravings that you have. Embrace them, for there is no purpose else in your life than to please your master'' said the fox, as he removed his digit from her.

It was a relief that was she wasn't feeling a part of him inside her, but she had the impression that he had a plan in mind, one that would make her regret enjoying him removing his digit. But as long as her pants were still on, she could enjoy the moments of respite...

As if he was reading her mind, he placed a hand on her pants, letting it rest on the side for a moment, until he gave it a sudden movement, determined on ripping it away from her body. The fabric was more resistant than he expected, but as he tugged again, the fabric gave in to his advance, ripping apart.

``I know you were hoping for it to resist; I could see it your eyes, but you cannot escape your fate. Don't worry; soon, you will be begging for more, wondering why you were even trying to resist in the first place'' he told her, as he plunged the same finger in her tailhole.

She yelped as she felt the intruder in her, ruthlessly exploring what that other part of her could offer. Although it wasn't the first time there was something in that region, she never got used to it; she hoped that it would just be a mere exploration and nothing else...

``And I thought that she was tight; seems like no one never touched you here. It will be fun to... teach you about that sort of pleasure, to watch you squirm and beg for more'' he told her, as he pushed his finger deeper into her, making her whimper for a moment.

If only she could clench her muscles and expel him from her body, so the torment would end, but she knew that there wouldn't be a chance for her to stop his advances. Even if she would find a way to escape him, the crowd would block her attempt.

But perhaps there was one way for her to finish this and put an end to the torture she was feeling. It was a choice that was revolting, but once it would be done, she would be free, rid of his presence for the time being.

She tried to reposition herself, to give him access to what he desired, but as she tried, she felt him tighten his grasp around her, denying her move, as if he was able to read her mind. Perhaps it was indeed what happened, or was due to the fact that he didn't want her to move at all; either way, she was trapped for the moment.

``You thought you could stop me, with that little ploy? I will take you when the time arrives; until then, you will be a mere toy in my hands, one that I will explore and break until you plead for more'' he told her, as he plunged his digit deeper in her, making her whimper.

She closed her eyes, wishing that it would end soon; there was not that much that she could offer more, although she was sure that he wasn't out of ideas yet. If only he could hurry and be done with it, so this travesty could go forward.

Stopping, he pushed to the ground, satisfied with what he accomplished; she was still resisting, but he knew that with a little time, she would be on her knees, begging for more. It was a shame that she wasn't able to understand that this was for her own good, to open her eyes to the reality that she wanted to deny with such a passion. She had to learn that there was nothing she could do against fate; she was destined to be used by others, until the end of her time. It would be better for her if she just learned to enjoy it...

``Spread for the crowd; let them enjoy the sights that you can offer, before you regale them with sounds'' he told her, as he pressed her head to the floor, forcing her to go on all fours. A part of him wanted to encounter resistance, but he knew that she would obey, for consequences would rain upon her.

It was humiliating, but she knew that there was nothing she could do, for the moment; feeling the pressure of his hand on her head, she moved her hind legs, determined on following the order she heard. If only the ancient master was there; he would be rejoicing, to watch her following the same kind of orders he was issuing before. If only she escaped her entrapment before all of this happened...

She waited for him to take her, to feel his member inside her, but nothing happened, as if he was experiencing some sort of difficulty. It would be ironic that after all that he went through, that he would be unable to continue what he had in mind. However, it wasn't an element she was objecting to, though; perhaps it was divine retribution, for there was someone or something on her side for once, which wanted the flow of time to be in her favor. A part of her wanted to taunt him, to laugh at his misfortune, but she knew that this wouldn't be a good idea, in the end; even though he seemed incapacitated, he was still able to injure her, a feat she was obligated to recognize and fear.

Or perhaps there was another explanation to it, as she felt his hand leave her head, the pressure stopping. She expected the crowd to laugh at him, to ridicule his misery, but nothing of the sort happened, as if they knew about it, or as if there was something else that was planned. As the crowd didn't mock him, she understood that there was another ploy going on, that he was merely playing a role in a bigger scheme. If only she had been able to pierce the plot, instead of focusing on the actor itself; it was a shame that she fell with such ease...

``Such a nice show, but I have the impression that it needs to be taken up a notch, so it will reach the grand finale. To do so, the show must go on, for the actors know their role'' said the voice, as she heard a soft landing sound, as it jumped out of the wagon.

``It's a shame that I can't have you for myself, but the Master has other plans; but don't think I will forget about the sweetness of your flesh for a moment. When the occasion arises, there is nothing that will stop me from enjoying these tight holes of yours'' he told her, as he left, leaving her on the ground, wondering how it would go for the next few moments.

As she heard it approach, she wondered if it was a good idea to turn her head around, to observe it from her perspective; maybe she would be able to determine who it was, but that thought revolted her. Although her mind wanted to stay in ignorance, it was easier to forget a figure without a face than to attach memories to it, which would haunt her for years.

Nevertheless, a question assailed her; how would they proceed, for she wasn't sure of the gender of the individual in question. Cladded in these loose black garments, it could be anything, from male, female to hermaphrodite to anything that could defy the laws of the natural world. However, the voice seemed so masculine; how could she be confused? But again, it could be clothing providing that effect... or something else explaining it...

``Such a beautiful, tempting view; a shame that I didn't explore it before we left. But it would have been... rude to do so in front of your old master, wouldn't it have been?'' it said, as she felt its breath on her rear. It was cold, almost frigid, but strangely titillating, as if she wanted what was bound to happen.

She gasped as she felt a tongue enter her; she was not expecting it to take its time with her, as it seemed to be in a hurry to enjoy what she had to offer. Perhaps it was a way to prepare her, to make sure that she would be able to handle the girth...

The tongue was cold, as if it was made of ice; perhaps it was just her imagination playing tricks on her, but she could swear that there was a block of ice inside her, moving and exploring her. But the sensation, as alien as it was, could have been wonderful if it wasn't in this situation...

It didn't take long for her to feel a leathery sensation on her back, as if two gloved hands were holding in place, making sure she would move while the tongue was exploring her, making her moan and curse at the same time. Was it wearing gloves, to hide its identity, or was it really how its hands were? Either way, that wasn't an element that she cared a lot, for the moment...

Nevertheless, she could feel the tongue snake deeper into her, as if it was animated by its own will and desire; it was almost too long to be real, but she knew that it would soon reach its limit, that it wouldn't be able to breach any limits she possessed. But again, what did she knew? There was so much in the world that she never saw and explored...

If only she could stop herself from moaning, but it was as if the creature knew where to lick, to caress her; as disturbing as it was, she had to admire the skills it displayed, skills it mastered on a level that she didn't think possible. But to do so was to admit weakness, to give power to the one that was exploring her; her body was weak, just like her flesh, but as long she would persevere, she would be able to pass through...

``Such a sweet, tasty flesh; it been a while that I've encountered someone like you. It's always... pleasant to savor one that struggles so much, and yet, wants to be taken so badly. Don't worry; your desire will be fulfilled'' said the voice, as she felt the tongue leave her, the coldness leaving with it.

It was a strange sensation, to feel her flesh warm up after being icy cold; the cold wasn't painful, even arousing, but to feel the heat come back was a feeling she wasn't expecting at all. She though the cold would stay, for the tongue was deep in her, savoring what her flesh offered to those that were patient to explore it.

If the tongue was cold, would it mean that its member would be as icy? She had to figure it out, to prepare herself, so she could steel her resolve and make sure that it wouldn't take her by surprise. However, it wouldn't stop the little voice in her head, the one that spoke of the pleasure that it would bring to her. She wanted to repress it, but she knew that it was a voice she would endure, until she would be away from all of this. Nevertheless, there was a chance that it would haunt her until she would give in, until it would win on her resolve; it was a fate she wanted to avoid at all costs...

As she tried to turn away, she felt one of the hands held her head in place, as if she wasn't allowed to watch. Perhaps there were some elements that escaped her, but why would it try to stop her from looking at it?

``I know you are curious, but this is not the time for you to know more; for now, try to enjoy what is bound to happen'' she heard, as a few sounds were heard. She wasn't sure what they were, but she knew what was going to happen next; there was no purpose in focusing on the little things when such a thing was bound to happen...

She felt something rubbing against her entrance; as she tried to figure out what it was, it plunged into her, taking her by surprise. It was smooth, almost featureless, as if someone smoothed it, carving out the protuberance from the flesh to make it perfect.

As the hands held her shoulders, making sure that she would stay in place, she felt the first thrust, filling her inside. She expected the sensation of flesh, to feel either warm or cold, like the tongue, but it was neither of them, as if it was inert. How could such a thing be possible? What sort of sorcery could be at work here?

What if the thing inside her wasn't a shaft, but a mere copy, an object carved out of some material, to mimic it? If it was the case, then would it mean that it was a woman that was violating her? But she didn't sound like a woman at all; perhaps it was a man that lost his shaft in a tragic accident, who knows?

She was relieved a bit that it wasn't a natural member in her; there was no chance that she would feel the seeds fill her womb, no chance that she would bear the child of one that took advantage of her body.

As it moved again in her, she had the impression that the toy was bigger than it used to be, as if the first thrust was to assess her depth and her girth. If that was true and not just her imagination playing tricks on her, then this would be quite the tool, a wonderful device that deserved to be in better hands than in these hands, provided that she would be able to retrieve it, for it was still deep in her.

As grateful as she was, she realized that her thinking had a critical flaw; a male could get tired, would give in to the pleasure and collapse, thus stopping its assault. However, since this wasn't the case, it would last on until one of them would give in to fatigue or until they would break apart, for the caravan had to move forward. It was a cruel gamble, one she was sure to lose, for even though she could have more stamina than her aggressor, there was a big chance that it could call for reinforcement to finish the job, thus sealing her fate, although there was a possibility that fortune could always smile upon her.

``Oh, it seems like you are enjoying my little creation; it might seems a little strange at first, but before long, you will be moaning for more'' it whispered to her, as she could feel its hips on her hips, the toy buried deep inside her.

It was deeper than she expected, nearly breaching her uterus; each thrust made her knees weaker, moans escaping from her throat, as it seemed possessed by a mating frenzy, bent on breaking what was left of her will.

She felt the grip on her assailant tighten as pace increased to a level she never thought possible; she wasn't sure how long she would able to last, but she couldn't give it the satisfaction of collapsing...

``Bandits! We are surrounded!'' yelled a voice, as the thrusting stopped; whoever listened to her prayer had her blessing, although she had no desire to fall prey to bandits. It was one thing to be a slave, but to be a mere prize was not better either.

She looked around, to watch if the master was around; there was no one around her, as if they retreated to prepare for their defense. All she needed to do was to pick up her torn up clothes and vanish, if she could pass through the lines; it would be quite the task, but she had to succeed, for the quest to go on.

``You, halt! I can't let a nice looking gal like...uff'' said a rogue, as she tackled him, running toward the horizon. She didn't care where it would lead, for the moment; all she needed to do was to get away, so she could regroup and find the princess. How long would it take? Would the princess still be alive? But whatever it would take, she would need to go forward with it...

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``How long to have to keep this princess? Where is the ransom we were promised? I want the money and I want it now; I could get more with plundering and selling my services elsewhere. You know what, this seems like a waste of time; I'm out of here'' said Jeko, as he left Rikky in front of a cell. This wasn't the first time they quarrelled after the kidnapping, but they always managed to put the trouble aside, for the money brought them together. But now, it seemed that it wasn't enough...

``Fine, leave; it will be more for me'' Rikky told him, as he stood near the cell door, waiting; the news were slow and he understood why his partner left. Who would want to stay in a dungeon for days and weeks without gaining anything, while the opportunity for profit elsewhere was way too strong?

As he looked around, he could swear that there was a strange noise; turning his head, he saw nothing that sparked his attention. Turning his attention back to the cell with the princess in it, he felt a solid hit behind his head, cursing his lack of attention to the surroundings...

``You thought you could escape my wrath? You're lucky that I don't have time to waste on you; the princess is more important'' she said, as she moved in front of the door, taking the keys from the knocked out body and opening it. Finally, the quest was over...