You have had quite enough.

Both of you stare at each other, waiting for the other to make a move, not sure exactly what move that might be. Finally you break the silence by simply stating, “Begone.” She looks stunned, for a brief second, then as a smile grows on her face, with a puff of black stinky smoke, she is gone, the bundle of a girl falling to the ground with a thud. Walking forward quickly, you untie her, pull out the gag, look into her horrified eyes, and say, “You are safe. I've got you.” But as you say it, you know it isn't exactly true, the person that hired you will surely send another after her. But what can you do? Go after him, kill him? You run all the possibilities through your head as you untie her, once you have freed her you look to the barkeep. “Damn it, get her something to put on. What the fuck is wrong with you people?” As you say that you can't help but think just how odd it must be to see a woman dripping cum, dressed like you are, yelling about someones modesty.

“Here I found this behind the bar, she can have it.” Taking the garment, you are a bit surprised to see it came from the same man that demanded you fucked just a short time ago. “No hard feelings about earlier right?” He asks you with a sheepish look on his face. You flash him a glance that gets him worried, “Here, take the gold I, you earned it, t's only fair right.” He stuffs a pouch at you, and you don't turn it down. First pulling the clothing on her slender frame, you scoop her up and head back outside. The trail of carnage leading here is actually quite disturbing. It isn't a field of bodies or anything, but there is a noticeable trail of broken and damaged guards. With nothing better to go on, you simply follow it, figuring wherever she was taken from is where you should take her.

A good twenty minutes later you finally find something. A pair of women rush out to you from an obvious temple. “By the goddess you saved her. Come inside please. What horrors you must have suffered to get her back. Please come inside.” They take you by the hand and lead you in. Two more women walk up as you enter the building and take her from you. “Are you injured?” One of them asks you, and as she does, you look down and see exactly what they are looking at. You are standing there in nothing more than stockings and gloves, a hood over your head that is ripped and tattered, and leaking cum from every orifice.

As one of them grabs your arm with concern, you answer, “Well a bath would be nice, but I think I will be all right.”

“Of course, right away. Come I will get you cleaned up.” The sexy little thing leads you by the hand down a vaulted stone hall. Padding down the hall, you can't help but notice a little oddity, you seem to be naturally walking more on the balls of your feet, as if ready to pounce, or wearing high heels. “You must be a great warrior.” She comments once as she leads you to your destination. No idea what to say, you simply remain silent. Eventually you arrive at a rather good sized communal bath chamber, with a series of three small pools. There is no one else here, and she quickly and carefully helps you to get undressed. Still wearing the hood, or what's left of it, you descend into the bath to soak the filth off of you. She makes a hasty retreat, returning moments later with a sharp dagger. While you soak she carefully cuts off what is left of the hood, sitting on the edge of the tub with your head resting between her legs. “What is your name mistress?”

“I... I suppose it is Djuvulia. You needn't call me mistress, I am no ones master.”

“I just, well you were dressed like a ****, but I can see in your eyes, that you are no ones property.”

“I was. I guess I am not any more. I... I think I finally woke up. It took stripping all of my magic from me and leaving me helpless, but I suppose I can figure out what to do next.” Then the vision you had when you arrived, the questions you asked and were told and add, “I think a storm is coming. I need to get to the city of Mullhaven. Do you know of it?”

“Yes of course it is far away, but everyone has heard of Mullhaven. Are you going to walk there?”

“Unless I can afford a horse.” You say with a little laugh. “How far is it exactly?”

She mulls the thought around in her head before answering. “Well I was told that by horse you could make the journey in about two months. I am not sure how far that would be. I have always wanted to go, but mother says I am to young to travel on my own. As she says that you can't help but look up at her. As you look across her slender frame, you can't help but notice how beautiful she really is.

“How old are you exactly?”

This is obviously a sore spot for her as she wrinkles her cute little perky nose, “I am almost nineteen. Most of my friends are already married, yet I am to sit here and learn how to be a priest. It just isn't fair. I wanted to be a gunslinger, just like the warrior gun marshals of Saklaran, not a priest. But mother insists, so I am here trying to learn magic I don't even understand. It is stupid.” She returns to stripping the mask off of your face, a bit to rough now that she is a bit worked up. Finally she finishes and takes a bottle of sweet smelling liquid and begins massaging your scalp and washing your hair. The feeling is amazing, and you nearly drift off to sleep under her tender caress. Her hands then go lower, to your shoulders and she works the kinks out, spending quite a bit of time on your shoulder that you dislocated to get free. Her touch is clearly magic, and what tiny bits of pain remained, wash away with the dirt and grime. Eventually she is satisfied with her work and stops. Standing, you are sure she is going to leave, and content to simply soak, you lie there in the water eyes closed. There is the sound of cloths hitting stone, then she slides into the bath next to you. Eyes closed you pay the intrusion no heed, as her hands return to your body. She turns you around and you cross your arms on the side of the pool, using them like a pillow as she massages your back, working out all of the kinks with her magic fingers. Lower and lower her hands slip till she is kneading the flesh of you ass. A soft whimper escapes your lips.