Jack's mouth opened and closed several times. His hand started to move toward his spear, but my tail twitched and he relaxed. "Well fuck. Yeah, count me in."
"Is your wife here in the camp?" I closed the door to the cage and ducked down, pulling Paz with me and moving out of sight as someone walked past the entrance to the pens.
Jack shifted nervously. "Uh no, thank the gods Above." Behind me, Paz snorted. "Her family have a small house in Vaqyn. She stays there with them. I visit when I can."
Paz made a complicated expression that was mostly hostility, and bordered on contempt. "Do they know you're a slaver?"
Jack bristled and opened his mouth to defend himself, but then he sighed and slumped. "I never thought of myself as a slaver, but I guess you're right. Not that it matters anymore, since I quit. But to answer your question, they know I work as a guard at this camp. The exact nature and function of this camp is a closely guarded secret, so no."
She planted her hands on her hips and got deathly quiet. "You're going to tell them after we leave here." It wasn't a question.
The armed and armored, six foot and four inch tall man actually took a step back from the intensity of my tiny redhead. "W-why.. why would I do that?"
She somehow got even more quiet and intense. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "To prove to us that you're not the load your mom should have swallowed, so we'll let you live."
His mouth fell open. "But.. you're naked and unarmed and tiny." She raised an eyebrow threateningly. Don't ask me how, but I felt it, and so did Jack. He turned pale and looked to me. I gave him a 'I'd recommend doing what my terrifying girlfriend says, but you do you' shrug. "F-fine. I'll tell them."
Paz relaxed and smiled. "Fantastic! Let's get out of here. Or as my adorable girlfriend would say, let's blow this Popsicle stand!" And just like that, Paz was back to her 'Kansas girl just arrived in LA to be a movie star' self.
"Hey!" Shit. I turned as two men in armor called out and jogged towards us on the path that leads to the main area of the camp. Their hands moved to the hilts of their sheathed swords when they saw we weren't restrained. "Jack, what are you doing? Christopher asked for these two. He wants them to provide the boys with some entertainment.
Paz squeaked and hid behind me. I held up my hands. "This guard was just bringing us, exactly as you say." The two men looked at each other and I never even saw the back of his armored hand coming. I spun around and collapsed to the ground; tasting dirt and blood.
"Girl with the mouth on her thinks we're idiots. If I want to hear noises out of that empty head of yours, I'll fuck em out of yeh!" The two men drew their swords. "All three of you are coming with us. The boss can sort out his thieving ass!"
But he had talked a little too much and they were a little too slow. Jack's spear thrust under the other man's sword straight into his belly. The man gasped and crumpled like a sack of potatoes.
My girl was fast. She grabbed the second man's falling sword out of midair and surged forward. The man still standing swung, but Paz was already moving inside his reach. His blade opened a nasty gash on her arm and blood poured out of it, but she was singularly focused. The tiny ginger stepped against him, plunging her stolen blade into his heart. "When you get to the Hells, say hello to Azzy for me." And then the man joined his friend on the ground. His blood seeped across the ground and started sticking in my hair before I could drag myself back to my feet.
I picked up the other sword and massaged my split lip. "Fucking ouch. Haven't been hit like that since college." I prodded the guy with my foot. "He sure is dead though." My stomach did some unpleasant flopping.
Paz gave me a fierce look. "As will all be who touch my woman." I swooned and then pulled her into a shaky hug.
"Thanks, babe." She smiled up at me. I smiled down at her. I briefly examined the men's clothes, but they were way, way too big for us, even if they hadn't been covered in blood. I looked to Jack. "Which way, now?"
Our blond guard finished dragging both bodies out of sight and looked around. "If we go east, we can slip out of the camp near the latrine."
Paz shook her head with a stubborn grimace. "You misunderstand, slaver. We have to find Christopher first and get the keys to the other cells."
The sun was starting to slip below the horizon. Jack shaded his eyes and looked like he was regretting all his life choices as he stared down at my tiny girlfriend. His mouth opened and closed and then opened again with a resigned slump of his shoulders. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess we do need to free the others." He looked around and then led us down some back alleys over to the rear of a tent. He cut it open and we followed him inside.
Thank the gods Above. Clothes! Behind me, Paz snorted contemptuously. I grabbed the smallest pair of trousers I could find and then cinched them tight with a rope belt. I really needed a bra for support so I grabbed the softest fabric I could find and awkwardly used my sword to cut three ugly strips off it. I wrapped one of them around my tits and tied it behind me and then handed the other to Paz, and wrapped the final one around the wound on her arm as she secured her breasts. She nodded her thanks and handed me a pair of leather boots. "Thanks." We smiled at each other and hugged and then started kissing. And kissed some more. My hands slipped down and supported her rear end, pulling her up even further against my lips.
Jack cleared his throat awkwardly. "If you two are done shoving your tongues down each other's throat, can we get back to our escape?"
We reluctantly pulled apart; panting and licking our lips with flushed cheeks. I tore off more strips of cloth and used them to tie off my far too big for me boots so hopefully they wouldn't fall off. I probably wouldn't be doing any running though. Paz had even more trouble, but we managed to jury-rig a passable solution with lots and lots of knots. We pulled on baggy shirts and secured them with more rope belts. Finally, we were dressed. Mostly.
Paz pressed her fingers against her wrist and held it out to me. "Hey, looky! I leveled up. I have a class now!"
Jack's mouth opened and closed several times. His hand started to move toward his spear, but my tail twitched and he relaxed. "Well fuck. Yeah, count me in."
"Is your wife here in the camp?" I closed the door to the cage and ducked down, pulling Paz with me and moving out of sight as someone walked past the entrance to the pens.
Jack shifted nervously. "Uh no, thank the gods Above." Behind me, Paz snorted. "Her family have a small house in Vaqyn. She stays there with them. I visit when I can."
Paz made a complicated expression that was mostly hostility, and bordered on contempt. "Do they know you're a slaver?"
Jack bristled and opened his mouth to defend himself, but then he sighed and slumped. "I never thought of myself as a slaver, but I guess you're right. Not that it matters anymore, since I quit. But to answer your question, they know I work as a guard at this camp. The exact nature and function of this camp is a closely guarded secret, so no."
She planted her hands on her hips and got deathly quiet. "You're going to tell them after we leave here." It wasn't a question.
The armed and armored, six foot and four inch tall man actually took a step back from the intensity of my tiny redhead. "W-why.. why would I do that?"
She somehow got even more quiet and intense. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "To prove to us that you're not the load your mom should have swallowed, so we'll let you live."
His mouth fell open. "But.. you're naked and unarmed and tiny." She raised an eyebrow threateningly. Don't ask me how, but I felt it, and so did Jack. He turned pale and looked to me. I gave him a 'I'd recommend doing what my terrifying girlfriend says, but you do you' shrug. "F-fine. I'll tell them."
Paz relaxed and smiled. "Fantastic! Let's get out of here. Or as my adorable girlfriend would say, let's blow this Popsicle stand!" And just like that, Paz was back to her 'Kansas girl just arrived in LA to be a movie star' self.
"Hey!" Shit. I turned as two men in armor called out and jogged towards us on the path that leads to the main area of the camp. Their hands moved to the hilts of their sheathed swords when they saw we weren't restrained. "Jack, what are you doing? Christopher asked for these two. He wants them to provide the boys with some entertainment.
Paz squeaked and hid behind me. I held up my hands. "This guard was just bringing us, exactly as you say." The two men looked at each other and I never even saw the back of his armored hand coming. I spun around and collapsed to the ground; tasting dirt and blood.
"Girl with the mouth on her thinks we're idiots. If I want to hear noises out of that empty head of yours, I'll fuck em out of yeh!" The two men drew their swords. "All three of you are coming with us. The boss can sort out his thieving ass!"
But he had talked a little too much and they were a little too slow. Jack's spear thrust under the other man's sword straight into his belly. The man gasped and crumpled like a sack of potatoes.
My girl was fast. She grabbed the second man's falling sword out of midair and surged forward. The man still standing swung, but Paz was already moving inside his reach. His blade opened a nasty gash on her arm and blood poured out of it, but she was singularly focused. The tiny ginger stepped against him, plunging her stolen blade into his heart. "When you get to the Hells, say hello to Azzy for me." And then the man joined his friend on the ground. His blood seeped across the ground and started sticking in my hair before I could drag myself back to my feet.
I picked up the other sword and massaged my split lip. "Fucking ouch. Haven't been hit like that since college." I prodded the guy with my foot. "He sure is dead though." My stomach did some unpleasant flopping.
Paz gave me a fierce look. "As will all be who touch my woman." I swooned and then pulled her into a shaky hug.
"Thanks, babe." She smiled up at me. I smiled down at her. I briefly examined the men's clothes, but they were way, way too big for us, even if they hadn't been covered in blood. I looked to Jack. "Which way, now?"
Our blond guard finished dragging both bodies out of sight and looked around. "If we go east, we can slip out of the camp near the latrine."
Paz shook her head with a stubborn grimace. "You misunderstand, slaver. We have to find Christopher first and get the keys to the other cells."
The sun was starting to slip below the horizon. Jack shaded his eyes and looked like he was regretting all his life choices as he stared down at my tiny girlfriend. His mouth opened and closed and then opened again with a resigned slump of his shoulders. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess we do need to free the others." He looked around and then led us down some back alleys over to the rear of a tent. He cut it open and we followed him inside.
Thank the gods Above. Clothes! Behind me, Paz snorted contemptuously. I grabbed the smallest pair of trousers I could find and then cinched them tight with a rope belt. I really needed a bra for support so I grabbed the softest fabric I could find and awkwardly used my sword to cut three ugly strips off it. I wrapped one of them around my tits and tied it behind me and then handed the other to Paz, and wrapped the final one around the wound on her arm as she secured her breasts. She nodded her thanks and handed me a pair of leather boots. "Thanks." We smiled at each other and hugged and then started kissing. And kissed some more. My hands slipped down and supported her rear end, pulling her up even further against my lips.
Jack cleared his throat awkwardly. "If you two are done shoving your tongues down each other's throat, can we get back to our escape?"
We reluctantly pulled apart; panting and licking our lips with flushed cheeks. I tore off more strips of cloth and used them to tie off my far too big for me boots so hopefully they wouldn't fall off. I probably wouldn't be doing any running though. Paz had even more trouble, but we managed to jury-rig a passable solution with lots and lots of knots. We pulled on baggy shirts and secured them with more rope belts. Finally, we were dressed. Mostly.
Paz pressed her fingers against her wrist and held it out to me. "Hey, looky! I leveled up. I have a class now!"
Name:Paz / ~Redacted~Profession:Troublemaker / ~Redacted~Sex:Yes, pleaseHair:Ginger / ~Redacted~Eyes:Emerald green / ~Redacted~Class:Astral Druid / ~Redacted~Level:1 / ~Redacted~Strength:5Dexterity:15Constitution:17Intelligence:30+Wisdom:30+Charisma:11Hit points:11Spell points:11Special abilities:Shape of Essence / Fury of the Primals / Freckles / ~Redacted~Cantrips known:Craft of the Wild / Starlight / ~Redacted~First tier spells known:Bonfire of the Gods / Infernal Surge / Soothing Touch / ~Redacted~Second tier spells known:~Redacted~Third tier spells known:~Redacted~Fourth tier spells known:~Redacted~Fifth tier spells known:~Redacted~Sixth tier spells known:~Redacted~Seventh tier spells known:~Redacted~Eighth tier spells known:~Redacted~Ninth tier spells known:~Redacted~Tenth tier spells known:~Redacted~