The Adventures of Q. T. Pie: the beginning
By Montrose
Village beauty, slave, warrior, sorceress


Quenby Thora finished braiding the three feet of yellow hair on the left. She
enjoyed her morning ritual of combing long tresses 100 times with her silver
brush (a gift from a rich merchant when she turned 16) and then braiding as
she admired her smooth skin, full lips and pale blue eyes. Though she never
admitted it to others, she knew how lovely she was and enjoyed looking at
herself as much as others did. She held out both braids to be sure they were
even. She treated herself to a kissy pout mouth, the one she liked to drive
the butcher crazy with. She checked her plain white cotton blouse. The third
button was strategically undone exposing ample cleavage, best in the village
as far as she could tell. That should be good for an extra few pork chops on
her visit today. She rather fancied the butcher.

Then she stood up from her vanity table (a gift from the mayor of their
village when she turned 14), unfolding long sturdy legs. She brushed her
flowing peasant skirt down and admired the rest of herself in the full length
mirror. Long and tall, she thought. And well rounded. Her first name meant
womanly, and it suited her, even at the tender age of 18. As for Thora, her
middle name, that was diminutive for the god of thunder. She raised her long
arms and pumped up her guns. Oh my yes, she thought. She could swing a hammer
better than a blacksmith. Last spring festival hadn't she beat the town smithy
in arm- wrestling in front of everyone? That stunt had won her 20 coppers!
Somehow that had felt better than all the gifts men tended to throw at her
feet. She kissed her left bicep and then her right. The town beauty and still
a virgin thanks to her towering power. No one dared play any game longer than
she let them.

She spun once, making sure the skirt hung nicely on her rounded rump and then
strode out barefoot to meet her day.

The little man covered in flour making bread was who she called Papa but
others called Mr. Pie the baker. He had found her in a basket on his doorstep
and had taken her in. The good man had two strapping sons but no wife. Quenby
had become the lady of the house as soon as she could manage. The work had
made her strong. That and good blood. Nobody knew who her real parents were.
Berta the witch said that her father was either a demon or a god by the size
of her. Quenby stood a head taller than any man in their little mountain
village. Her radiant beauty suggested the god scenario. She liked the idea of
Thor being her daddy and some lost princess as her mommy, but these were a
child's fantasies.

Papa had named her Quenby after his late wife. His twin sons had asked for the
name Thora when she squeezed their fingers so hard, even as a baby. As she
grew, the townsfolk had taken to calling her by her initials. Everyone knew
her as QT Pie.

She gave her little Papa a kiss on the top of his bald head then sat to the
big breakfast he had waiting for her. Six eggs, six sausages, two stacks of
pancakes, a wedge of sharp cheddar, half an apple pie and a pitcher of fresh
creamy milk was all she could ask for until elevensees. And by then she will
have put in five hours of hard work and be ready for a proper snack.

It was but the work of a moment before her platter was clear and she went into
making the kitchen shine even as her papa raised more flour. Then she started
at the top of the house and worked her way down. Every bed was turned out,
every rug beat and every surface shined. Her brothers took care of the cows
and the chickens ever since she had turned 13 and proved that she could cut
the wood for the stove faster than the two of them combined. The 20-year old
Pie boys were big enough but did not feel ashamed to be outdone by their
adopted sister. QT never rubbed it in, and she took a lot of hard work off
their hands. When there were fence post holes to be dug, why break their backs
on it when QT was more than happy to smile her way through the chore in half
the time? Bring heavy buckets of water up from the river? QT would run back
and forth until all three men had been given a bath, then turn to do it again
for her own all the time singing and happy.

She was a treasure to the Pie family.

This morning she ducked through the door and stretched in the sunshine. A lark
mounted to the heavens and a little bunny hopped past, stopping to wiggle its
nose at her. She wiggled hers back.

"What a lovely morning!" Sighed QT.

But many a fair day has ended up fowl.

The first bad omen that QT noticed was when the witch Berta came shuffling up
the hill all unkempt (even more than her usual) and out of breath muttering
protection spells so fast she sprayed saliva in all directions. Her ancient
fingers worked over ornate beads and her eyes were glued to the west, the
direction she was heading. QT reached down and took her arm, just firm enough
to halt her progress.

"Old one!" She called loud enough for the deaf old hag to hear above her own
muttering. Berta kept trying to walk west but QT held her tight. She forced
the old one's face to look up into her eyes. "Berta!" she shouted. "What ails
you?"

Berta's black eyes gained focus for long enough to whisper to QT, "Beware
God-Child!" and she was lost again in her incantations. Or was it just the
ranting of a mind finally gone mad? Heaven knows she was old enough for such a
thing. And QT guessed it was inevitable given the things witches dabble in.

"Beware what?" QT was driven to ask. She tried to coax the hag toward the
house. Maybe a sit down and a cup of tea. But Berta became violent.

"Golem!" snarled the old one. And then she bit QT's arm. Infrequent teeth and
diminished jaw strength made this more gross than painful. QT was just trying
to decide how to manage the crazy old witch when an explosion from the east
caught her attention. Something was happening near the town.

QT lost her grip on the witch and Berta stumbled and stammered her way out of
sight, heading west. QT peered over tall hedges and down the hill to the east.
Already her Papa and brothers were running that way. Smoke billowed up from
the vicinity of the miller's works by the river. With a heart-thumping start
she noticed that the windmill was gone! As the smoke cleared and blew to the
side the realization became more apparent. She was looking at a space where a
windmill had always been and now wasn't.

With her powerful long legs QT first passed her Papa, then her brothers, and
then several farmers on her way to the scene. Before she got there she heard
several blood-curdling screams. And then the crack of rending wood. And horses
snorting and whining in terror.

Before she broke from the woods a bit of a cart wheel sailed past her ear. She
entered into the clearing down by the river just in time to see a horse fall
from the sky! It struck on its head, dead with the snap of its neck.

She stood stunned for a second as terrified villagers, her friends, streamed
past her running west after Berta. QT looked up. Was it raining animals?

She plowed eastward through the dwindling throng toward the noise at the heart
of town (a square of shops - no more). She arrived just in time to see a naked
giant man topple the blacksmiths shop by mashing into it with his arms and
head! The blacksmith lay flat under the giant, dead. His anvil dug into the
earth where the top of his head should be.

"Stop!" Yelled QT and she rushed the giant without a thought to her own
safety. She had never met a human that could best her in hand-to-hand combat.

The naked giant ignored her and picked up a cart full of melons. He threw it
through the front wall of a shop just as QT hit him hard in the back.

She knocked him to the ground and tried pinning one of his big arms behind his
back. She failed and the giant began to regain his feet with her on his back.
He crushed her into a tree, partly uprooting it with the impact. QT hit the
dirt when he moved away.

She only had enough breath and sense to roll out of the way as his big foot
came down where she had landed. She felt the earth vibrate from the force.

QT crammed her right shoulder up into the big man's groin with enough force to
make his feet leave the ground for a second. But he didn't seem to care! QT
finally noticed that the naked man she fought had no privates! He grabbed her
hair and then the waist of her skirt and lifted her over his head. He threw
her into the pile of broken melons.

Her skirt ripped on splintered wood as she tried to untangle herself. The
giant was following her into the store, knocking over walls as he did. For the
first time since she was 13, QT got the idea she wasn't going to win a fight.
She back-peddled and threw anything handy. She was in a farm products store,
so mostly it was eggs, cabbages and frightened chickens. None of it slowed the
giant... whatever it was.

As she reached the back door the giant pushed over another wall and the roof
came down. QT was trapped half way under the wreckage. The giant was
completely lost under grass thatch. As she kicked her way free she saw the
giant push his way free as well.

She gained her feet and waited for him. He charged. He was quite lumbering.
His eyes were like the eyes of the dead - no focus. His arms stretched out
stiffly in front of him. QT grabbed an arm and ducked. Using leverage she
hoisted him up over one shoulder - by all the saints he was heavy - then
plowed him down onto the cobble stones on his head.

His skull cracked. QT watched in horror as he ignored this and got up.

No blood poured from the crack that ran from his left eye and up over his head
to the back.

As the giant reached for her again QT screamed and ran. She ended up back in
front of the shop with the giant on her tail. She dived to the side and
tripped him. He came down hard but started to stand again. QT located an oak
table leg and used it to break his left elbow. That brought him back down.

But he wordlessly tried to stand again.

QT set into the great slow beast in earnest now, half screaming with every
stroke. She broke every bone in its body and still the pummeled and ripped
flesh moved as if trying to stand. She hammered and beat at the flesh until it
was mush. She grunted with each blow and panted with the effort.

Finally satisfied that it would not rise up again, QT backed away wild-eyed
clutching her bosom. She found the tattered remains of her blouse and her
exposed chest. When had that happened she wondered. She half remembered it
coming undone when the roof fell on her. She looked down. Her skirt was only a
belt now. Her panties were tatters. She was shaking like a leaf. Her blond
tufted muff was exposed and she was standing in the town square. She gave a
nervous little giggle.

"Very impressive."

QT leaped and spun, trying to cover herself with her hands. There stood a
little gray man with a pipe in his mouth, blowing a stream of smoke from his
nostrils.

"Yes." He went on in a creaking gate sort of voice. "It is not just anyone
that can defeat a flesh golem as you have."

"G-g-golem?" QT stammered in a whisper. Wasn't that what Berta had said?

"Yes me pet." Said the old man. "He was a nice toy - my toy - and you broke
him." Then his deep eyebrows knit together and he examined QT in a way that
made her feel even more exposed. "But you will be a far more enjoyable one I'm
sure."

"What?" She was just beginning to regain her composure and with it her
courage. She stood up straight, realizing she had been huddled over. She
looked down at the old man. He was barely up to her chest.

He didn't seem to mind. "Oh me oh my yes..." He grinned. "A lovely toy you
will be." He tapped out his pipe and put it away.

QT pointed a thumb at her chest. "I am nobody's toy, little man. And if
you..."

The little man waived a hand.

QT was suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to shut up and drop to her knees.
Then she dropped to all fours. Then, even as she struggled against it, she
crawled forward until she was right in front of the old man.

He patted her yellow hair. "A nice toy indeed." He said. Then he lifted the
front of his dusty black robe and exposed his stiff manhood in her face.

QT felt her jaws open wide. She felt the hot tube of flesh slide into her
mouth. She felt her tongue slide under his balls! He thrust so deep that it
gagged her, yet she didn't pull back. And he was so damn big! How did this
little runt get such a big tool? She wondered.

Every fiber of her being cried out to bite down and then stomp that old man to
paste. But what she did was give him the best head she had ever provided. She
did things with her mouth she didn't even know you could do! The old man
pumped her face, banging his hairy belly on her button nose.

"Very nice, my pet." Moaned the old man as he held on to her braids.

QT was aware that villagers and farmers were creeping back into view. As the
old man pulled back on his thrust she could see people standing several yards
away and staring in wonder. She was mortified, but couldn't stop pleasuring
the old stranger.

The old man slowly pulled his engorged boner out of her mouth and rubbed it
all over her face. "You like sucking me off, don't you my pet." He said loud
enough for the surrounding villagers to hear. A few women gasped at his
language.

QT was as shocked as everyone else to hear her voice say in loud, happy tone,
"Oh yes master!" She felt her lips make the movements, but she didn't feel she
had been a part of it at all.

"And what would you like to do now, my big juicy pet?"

"Please master!" QT's voice rang out again. "Will you please hump my chest?"
There were more gasps from the crowd plus several groans from the men.

"Well..." said the old man. "Okay. But I'm too good to you." We wagged a
finger at her.

QT, against her will stood up on her knees and cradled the great old bone in
her massive cleavage. It was already wet with sweat. The old man took out his
pipe as she worked his cock up and down. He banged the bowl of his pipe on her
head to jar loose old ashes. Then he slowly packed it again. QT continued
sliding his pole up and down in her hooters and licking the tip when it was
handy.

As he lit his pipe he began to groan. QT was doing all the work, and looking
happy to do it from all outward appearances. But inside she was screaming. How
she wanted to snap that old bastard's neck!

And then he came in her face.

The gods themselves could not have delivered a bigger load. Magic had to be
involved. She was goo from ear to ear. Her mouth was full, as was her nose.
And her lovely yellow hair was caked to her head.

Panting and red cheeked the old man gasped out. "There. Are you satisfied you
enormous hussy?"

QT gulped and sniffed in the goo. "Oh yes! Thank you, master." And she bent
down and kissed his filthy feet.

"What have you done to my girl!" QT knew that voice. Papa! Had he seen her
being disgraced? Oh the shame! "You leave her be you old wizard! Leave our...
auggh!"

The old man was pinching two fingers together. On his knees three yards away
Papa grabbed his own throat and choked. Villagers rushed to his aid but were
thrown aside with a wave of the wizard's other hand.

QT wanted to leap to Papa's defense. Instead she stayed bent over with her
bare ass in the air, licking his tormenter's dirty boots.

Then she saw her brothers leap toward the old man.

Suddenly she was on her feet and had a hand around each of their necks. Her
two brothers stared up at her with fear in their eyes. "QT!" They gasped as
she choked them.

"Kill them, my slave!" snarled the old man.

And to her horror, she did. They struggled for naught. They could not break
her grip on their necks. She dropped them dead at her feet just as the magi
let her Papa keel over dead as well.

All her friends, the villagers backed away in horror - wordlessly.

The big girl summoned all her strength then and whirled on the little man. He
did not flinch from her. She intended to rip him to shreds. Her hands went up,
but then they slapped together in the aspect of prayer. "What do you bid of me
next, master." She heard herself say in tones dripping with devotion.

"Kneel, you great ox." He replied. I will ride you out of this nasty little
burg. And so she knelt and he climbed up on her butt and rode her off,
returning from whence he came. From the east.

There was still a nip in the spring air as QT galloped on. The running kept
her warm for the most part, but only being covered by a few poorly placed and
tattered rags meant that the cool breeze had its way with her as freely as the
wizard on her back.

She knew she easily had the strength to lift him off her back and snap him
over her knee, but she couldn't make herself be anything more than attentive,
charming and obedient to the smelly little bastard.

After a few hours of running over hill and dale QT was farther from home than
she had ever been. The hills were unknown. And the tavern that nestled by the
dark forest ahead did not fill her with foreboding. Had she been a local she
would have known better than to approach it. Not that she had command of her
direction. Her master used her braids to direct her with easy pulls left and
right. About 20 feet from the tavern he pulled both yellow braids hard and QT
pulled up.

The wizard dropped down to the ground and pattered her steaming flank. "You're
a good beast, my pet. That was a smooth and pleasant ride and you kept up a
lively pace for quite a while. You're better than any horse I ever rode."

"Thank you master." QT curtsied sweetly.

He waived to the building. "Can you read, pet?"

"No master."

"I thought not. You are as ignorant as you are lovely. The sign says that this
is the Sow's Ear tavern. Ever hear of it?"

"No master."

"Hmmm... not very much traveled, are you."

"No master."

"Well, in that tavern if today is any normal day, is a collection of foul,
evil tempered robbers and thugs. I could control them but they tend to be
quick and throw knives when I'm not looking. I want you to clear them out for
me. I'd like a spot of lunch unmolested."

"Yes master." And she strode toward the tavern.

The door was stuck half open with a 2-foot long bit of tree root. QT picked
this up on the way in and the door slid shut behind her. The latch clicking
sent a wave of silence around the congested tavern.

The light was dim inside and it took her eyes a bit to adjust. But she felt
many pairs of eyes sifting up and down her exposed frame as she waited. The
air was thick with sweat, ale and meat fat.

"I dint know tis was my birfday!" came a gruff voice. "What a thoughtful
present!" that raised a laugh from all over the room. Behind her as well, she
noticed. How many men there were she could only guess.

QT waited for the laughing to simmer down. "You may leave peacefully if you do
so now. Otherwise I will show you no mercy." She could feel all the
frustration of not being able to fight the wizard welling up. But she had no
argument with these simpletons.

Her statement was met by waves of laughter and then a rush of groping hands,
each wanting to be the first to molest her. It was a tie between three hands
on her chest, four on her ass and two in her crotch.

The crew she faced was in general bigger tougher men than she was used to
facing in her village. Any one of them could have given their blacksmith (rest
his soul) a run for his money. QT was grateful for the challenge. She had a
lot of rage to work off.

She used the club over two heads until it broke off in her hand. Then she
picked up the biggest man she could see and used him to beat down the rest.

She clenched a group of partly defeated men between her powerful legs and kept
pummeling the rest. The big man she was using as a weapon began for fall apart
so she tossed him out the window. At least now she could get some fresh air.

She was thigh deep in the defeated and had to move out to let more men get at
her. A couple of smaller ones dived out the window and ran away as she snapped
the necks of two bigger men at once. For another 30 seconds she gloried in
crushing skulls and breaking arms. But all too soon for the amount of anger
she had bottled up, she found she was out of enemies.

She stood panting with blood up to her elbows and knees. She had reeked
carnage like a demon and it had felt good. Too bad that old man hadn't been in
on it. She felt like crying.

Instead, calmly she scooped up two men and dropped them out the window. She
saw the wizard standing behind a tree, probably hiding from the two men that
ran away. "All clear?" He asked.

"Yes master." she called as she dropped another load of men out the window.

"Good, my pet. Very efficient of you." The wizard smiled up at her as he
stepped over

the few remaining men on the floor and took a seat at one of the few upright
tables. "Service!" He called. He rapped his knuckles on the filth table top.

A bald pate peaked over the bar. "Please don't hurt me!" called out a
quivering voice. QT felt instant sympathy for him. The poor old man must have
thought she was going to rip him to shreds having seen what she did to his
brutish clientele. On the bright side the highways thereabouts experienced a
significant drop in crime for quite a few moons.

"Serve up your finest to me this instant or I shall unleash my beast upon you,
sir!" barked the wizard.

The barkeep, for it was he by his apron, leaped into action. A steaming leg of
mutton, relatively free of vermin, and a tall flagon sat before QT's master in
no time. Drool filled QT's mouth. Her stomach rumbled like distant thunder.

The wizard nodded at her as he picked at the meat with his delicate hands.
"And a bowl of scraps for my beast."

"Thank you master." Said QT.

"Go eat in the kitchen." He replied. Once there QT saw the barkeep was too
frightened of her to come near so she helped herself, decimating anything
worth eating in his larder. While she was at it she found a needle and thread
and worked a red and white checked table cloth into a decent skirt, though it
only covered down to her knees. A blouse would have to wait.

She had time to wash up after lunch as her master called for a second flagon.

When he finished he called her out. "Beast! Front and center!" QT mumbled
under her breath but obeyed. "Are you talking back, beast?!" Snarled the
wizard.

QT glared down at him with her hands on her hips. He was wobbling a bit on his
pegs and his eyes had lost some focus. There was a bit of mutton in his beard.

She raised a hand to smack his face off. The wizard stiffened and gained his
balance. QT lowered her hand. "No master." She said softly.

"That's better." Muttered the wizard. She could see he was shaken. How had she
almost broken his will over her? How could she do it again? He pointed to the
floor. "Kneel so that I may mount you." She did and he did. And off he rode
into the dark woods.

After several more hours of running they had reached the other side of that
black forest. The land turned to marsh. Waves of mist wondered like the souls
of the damned in the coming twilight. In the distance QT could make out a
lone, tapering tower of light, rough- cut marble. The wizard on her back
steered her toward it.

He pulled her up 3 yards from an iron gate set into a high stone wall that
surrounded the tower. "Wait here." He commanded.

"Yes master." God she hated how she had to say that every time! And so sweetly
too! But her face gave the old man a patient smile. She noticed, besides being
a little saddle sore that he had sobered up along the way. His walk was fairly
steady.

He made some unintelligible noises. The air got thick. QT saw the wizard only
as a shimmering presence by the gate as his hands waved above his head. Then
there was a loud metallic click and the air cleared. The wizard eyed her
agitatedly. "Come along."

"Yes master." The gate slammed behind them and locked again.

"Trust no one, pet." Sniffed the old man. "That is why I use such an advanced
trapped lock on my door." Statues filled his grounds; ornate, life-sized
minotaurs and minor demons. QT had seen pictures of them in books at church.
Evil beasts used to guard evil places.

Another spell locked his front door - a great round stone. Once the stone
portal rolled aside of it's own accord they stepped in. The stone ground back
into place. Torches and candles burst into light as the wizard wondered from
room to room, setting experiments to rights and reading from dusty tombs that
covered every surface. QT waited obediently in the middle of the room touching
nothing.

Finally the wizard seemed satisfied and came back to smile up at his prize.
"Now let's take a look at you, eh pet? Off with that thing." He waved a
gnarled hand and the table cloth / skirt which had gotten rather muddy on
their run, flew to a corner leaving QT naked before her host.

She knew she was a beauty unparalleled. She patiently displayed her body for
him. "that's right, turn for me... Oh my... oh my... Oh the Gods were kind to
you, my pet..." he muttered and other far more crude things. Finally he got
down to business. "On your knees." She obeyed. "Now on all fours." She
dropped. He strolled around behind her. He patted her big round rump. He slid
a finger inter her tight clam. "Are you a virgin, my pet?"

"Yes master." She replied. Terror quivered deep in her belly. His fingers slid
deeper inside her until she jumped. The master seemed satisfied and withdrew
his hand.

"So you are. Well... we can't just throw that away. Could come in handy as a
sacrifice. I'll just..." He grunted and she felt his hot meat slide up her
ass.

"OH!" She winced.

"Take it, bitch!" He snarled as he humped, dragging backwards on her long
braids.

"Yes! OH! Master!" she squeaked between thrusts. Of course she took it. She
had no choice. But deep down she made a vow that his days were numbered. It
only intensified later when he applied a donkey punch to the back of her head
during his orgasm.

It was dark out and QT's ass was raw by the time the wizard showed signs of
slowing down. He eventually withdrew and whipped his root on the red and white
checked cloth.

"There is a cage on the second floor." He panted. "Crawl up there and lock
yourself up. Throw the key over onto the table out of your reach."

"Yes master." She complied.

On red knees QT slumped up the steps and into a cramped, cold iron cage set
into the stone wall. She clanked the heavy door shut, turned the huge key,
pulled it out then flicked it with a clunk onto a table 6 feet away. It
stopped an inch from a harp.

"Watch it you big lummox!" said the harp in sharp, twanged tones that set its
strings to vibrating.

QT stared, dumbfounded. She had seen so much today, but none of it had
actually spoken to her. "Sorry." She whispered.

The harp was about 2 feet high and gold in color with a lovely woman carved
into the main brace. Her arms were free and she had long flowing hair that
actually moved as she moved her head. She fluffed her billowing dress, which
like QT's former table cloth started below the breast. "Oh... never mind."
Said the harp in more harmonic tones. "I can see you've had a bad day." The
harp looked her over. "Are you his new sex toy?"

QT looked at the stone floor at her feet. "I guess so." She sighed. A tear
fell and wet the stone between her long legs.

"You must be better than most." Purred the harp. "He only locks up the ones
that show some spine... some ability to fight his will."

"Fight his will?" QT looked up, her young heart bounding. There was hope in
her big blue eyes.

"Yes child." The hard turned her head to one side. A ripple ran up her
strings. "Fight. I should think a big strapping girl like you knows something
about that."

"Is it possible?" QT gripped the iron bars and pressed her face close. "Can I
fight his will?"

"He made you lock yourself up because he wants some rest. It is draining on
him to control you." Said the harp almost too softly. She cocked a thumb back
to the strings of the harp. "He did this to me because I showed a great deal
of spirit. I was once a sorceress in training. That bastard Balthazar took a
fancy to me and raped me. But I turned on him." The harp sighed. "But his
magic was too strong for me. To punish me he turned me into this toy.
Sometimes he makes me serenade him to sleep."

"What must I do to fight him?"

"Shhh!" warned the harp. The wizard stomped up the steps, picked up a few
items, ignoring QT and the harp, then stumped back down. "Don't let on that
you are trying. You will need to catch him off guard. It will take some time,
but I can teach you some tricks to discipline your will. Would you like that?"

"Oh yes." Whispered QT. "I need that desperately!"

And so the pact was made. The harp, formerly known as Rosalyn (preferring to
be called Harp until she regained her form) asked only that QT help her do so
once she was free.

The next day proved to be a template for the next few weeks of QT's existence.
With tea in hand Balthazar unlocked her cage early in the morning and set her
to the task of gently massaging his scrotum with her tongue and lips while he
ate breakfast. Once he was aroused he made her turn around and hammered her
ass as he finished eating, occasionally throwing scraps of food to her. She
got very good at getting him aroused so that she could get to her breakfast
sooner, even if it did mean his big tool would be violating her ass that much
sooner. It never seemed to hurt less, but she was hungry.

For a few hours after that the wizard studied as QT either cleaned up (herself
and the tower) or stood quietly in the corner like a lamp. Sometimes he made
her fetch this ingredient or that book. In this way she picked up a little
about what all the odd plants, minerals and animal parts were for and how to
recognize some writing. After a big lunch (his on the table, hers bounced off
her forehead as she knelt at his feet) he humped her chest and came on her
face. Then she would lock herself up again as he took a short nap. Around
dinner time he would take her in the mouth and start drinking. When he decided
he was in danger of getting drunk enough to loose control of her he would
command her back into her cage.

The food seemed to prepare itself. Dishes seemed to vanish between meals. QT
wondered why he didn't keep the books and other paraphernalia in order the
same way. She decided he just liked having those things out and at hand.

He was a randy old man with definite bachelor tendencies. He left bits of
everything everywhere. Although QT tried not to show any signs of will power,
as Balthazar got drunk she would try to shift bits of fabric closer to her
cage so she could use them to stitch together clothing while she was locked
up. Of course they couldn't be too modest or Balthazar would just rip them
away when he wanted access to her body. But at least the short gray lambs-wool
skirt (little more than a wide belt) and flimsy black cotton vest were
something. She had also managed a square of silk which was better than nothing
to snuggle under at night.

During the night, the harp schooled her in disciplining her will. QT proved to
be almost as bright as she was lovely. The harp was pleased and often
complimented her on her intellect. These compliments kept QT's hope going. As
a growing girl she had gotten used to frequent praise for her beauty. Now as a
slave she thrived on praise for her growing mental power.

By mid-summer she could even shift bits of cloth over toward her cage while he
was sober but distracted with sodomy or a blow job (which she was also getting
better at).

Sometimes he would learn of the whereabouts of some toy that he wanted (a
magical gem or a ring of power for example). Then he would mount on her and
ride her across the countryside to take it from its rightful owner or to
rescue it from some dangerous cavern. In most cases her power and fighting
ability proved to be an excellent balance to his mystical power. No foe stood
before the two of them for long. He even let her take arm guards, a masked
helm and a battle axe from one of her vanquished (the large guard of a
competing wizard).

She noticed that her growing mental discipline had an impact on her prowess as
a fighter. She wasn't all swinging limbs and screams now. She seemed to see
two moves ahead of her foes and could cut them down before they knew they were
in a fight.

The reason she wanted to wear the helm was so that her features would not be
so recognizable once she managed to break away from the wizard and no longer
needed to slay in his name.

On an evening when the rustle of fall leaves was becoming undeniable, QT
slumped in her cage practicing the focusing techniques that the harp had been
teaching her. She was so focused the harp had to risk a sharp twang of her
strings to get her attention.

"I said, I think you are ready." Repeated the harp.

QT knew what she meant but was afraid. "Ready for..." she couldn't make
herself say it. She had been a slave to the master for so long she had lost
some of the anger. Only when she conjured up images of Papa and her brothers
did the full rage return. She thought of them now.

"Yes." Whispered the harp. "Bottle that rage and save it for the morning. You
know our plan."

"Yes." Sighed QT. She lay down with eyes wide, waiting for dawn.

In the morning Balthazar shuffled in, tea in hand and unlocked her door.
Instantly QT felt the iron weight of his will drop down on her like a set of
chains. She followed him on her hands and knees. She kissed his feet lovingly.
She worked her way up his legs. She had determined that this was going to be
his best sexual experience ever - up to a mortal moment. That should put him
off the track of what she had in mind. And maybe she could take his mind
somewhat off controlling her...

He sat and ate with his crank dangling in her face. "Get busy, pet." He
slurred through a full mouth.

"Yef mafta." She slurred through an even fuller mouth as his bone grew stiff
on her tongue. He moaned as she shot forward and gulped his entire shaft down
her throat. She constricted her throat muscles.

"Oh! You are getting VERY good, pet!" He shouted pounding the table. "I'm
beginning to think you like it here!" he added as he rolled his hips.

"Oh yef mafta!" She replied. He stood. So soon? He must be eager to begin
humping her ass this morning. Dutifully she turned around. Predictably, he
shot his big meat up her butt. QT squealed as he yanked back on her braids to
help him drive it home. If only he could learn to be gentler, maybe there is
some of this she could get to enjoy, she thought.

She rolled her hips, reaching up into his mind to find out just what move
would make him feel best. The focusing power helped her slide past his mental
defenses and see how to please him. She saw no way to control him, so great
was his power, but she did see a way to deceive him.

She rocked her hips. He moaned and held on. She clenched and unclenched at
strategic intervals. "By the gods!" he groaned as if drunk. She turned her
head and watched him, something his control had never let her do before. His
eyes were rolled back in his head. She played with him some more.

Then quite suddenly - as a spasm of ecstasy racked his body - she shot an arm
out and grabbed his neck. She threw him down in front of her on his head,
knocking him silly. She reached into his mind and saw just how loopy she had
made him. She decided he was still dangerous and punched him in the face. He
was out cold.

She crawled over and sat on his gaping mouth.

When he awoke he was already low on air. He tried commanding her to get up but
just as he did she squeezed his nut sack until it nearly burst! That scattered
his thoughts. He wailed and cried out. He beat her great legs with his tiny
fists. QT just sat there, cutting off his air with her ass. His feeble
strength wasn't even sufficient to nudge one of her butt cheeks so that he
could get air.

"You strangled my Papa." She snarled. "You made me kill my brothers." She
yanked at his sack making him yelp and squirm some more.

"Mercy!" He wailed into her butt. That made her laugh. She toyed with him,
pulling his cock and balls in different directions like a fisherman teasing a
fish. She raised her rump a few times to allow him some air so he didn't die
too quickly. She drew it out and caused him pain beyond his wildest dreams.
Finally she sat back hard, nearly crushing his skull. She held his sack in her
fingers and pulled it, twisted it, curling her arm with it stretched between
her fingers.

She felt his mind snapping like a thread as his air ran out. She had driven
him mad. Good. She pulled until his scrotum came off in her hand. He gibbered
like an animal up her rectum. She let him suffocate to death under her
cum-dripping ass.

"Good job." Said the harp gaily from the nearby table. "You've done it!" QT
threw the scrotum into the fireplace where it sizzled. A testicle rolled out
into the coals and popped.

Suddenly there was a rumble from outside. QT ran to a window. Dust was falling
from the multitudes of statues out on the grounds. Bits of rock slipped from
shoulders, exposing flesh. She ran and brought the harp to the window. "Is
this good or bad?" she asked.

"I should have foreseen it." The harp wailed discordantly. "He was so fond of
protection spells. They will attack when they can."

"Nothing to do about it now." Said QT grimly as she set the harp down on the
window ledge. "I'll be back." Then she began pulling on her arm guards.

"You can't fight so many!" wailed the harp.

QT smiled. "Can't I? You just watch." She tied her braids back and pulled down
her helm. Then she grabbed her axe and leaped down the steps. Already a demon
was pounding at the stone door.

QT stood back inside. The beasts outside trying to get in took an explosion
for their efforts, clearing out the first wave of them. The lock spell on the
door had worked in her favor.

She met the next wave in the doorway and nearly blocked it with their bodies
as she cut them like fire wood. By the time any made it inside half the crowd
was dead. Like a whirling dervish, QT spun her axe freeing heads from
shoulders. She took the fight out into the grounds. She cut through the foe
like wheat. The harp gasped to see her as she danced around the grounds
slaying at will. None of the beasts ran, which left none to live. Demons
roared as she crushed their heads under her feet. Minotaurs whimpered as she
clove their guts open. Within less time than it takes to tell, QT Pie stood
victorious and in control of the late wizard Balthazar's tower.

She stepped back in and noticed that lunch awaited her. She was going to have
to learn where these meals came from. There was even a single rosebud in a
tall vase. That was a new touch...

Now, according to their pact, QT was going to try and help the harp regain her
human form. This meant making sense of the wizard's study. QT spent her days
now fetching books for the harp instead of for the wizard. "I guess you life
hasn't changed that drastically." Sighed the harp.

"Oh I don't know." Replied QT. "You haven't asked me to lick your privates
yet."

"Maybe later..." sang the harp with a musical laugh. QT wondered how much she
was kidding. She wondered how much she hoped the harp wasn't kidding. She was
a lovely harp. Once in human form she was likely to be a lovely lady...

QT wondered what kissing a woman would be like.

It took weeks before they felt like they were making progress. The days grew
short. Torches flared up earlier each night. Now they did it for QT as they
used to for the wizard. An oversight on his part, perhaps.

The first snow was falling when the harp was ready to try her first
experimental spell.

First there was a day of preparation and nerves. Ingredients had to be
gathered and prepared. Then protective spells and talismans had to be cast and
gathered. Then at dawn on the day, the harp began chanting. She chanted until
noon.

Nothing.

Not even a pop-fizzle.

Very disappointing.

The girls took a day off and thought about it. Finally the harp saw her error.
"I'm not the one to do it!"

"Sure you can!" Encouraged QT.

"No!" insisted the harp. "I'm just a fucking harp.!" QT blushed at the
profanity. Even after all she had been through she was still a simple village
girl in her heart. "The ritual must be performed by a human!"

QT gulped. She knew that horrid fates awaited any who tampered with magic
beyond their ken. "How may I help?" she asked softly.

The most lovely series of chords issued from the harp that QT had ever heard.
It was the harps emotional joy reaching out to QT. It was love in sound. But
there was a minor twist to the last drifting notes. "I can't let you do it."
Sighed the harp.

QT picked up her friend and cuddled her to her ample bosom, now nicely clothed
against the cold from scraps she found around the tower. "You must let me help
you." She whispered. "I'll not move from here until you do."

And so they continued QT's mental training. It was one thing to distract a
wizard with your ass and then kill him. It was quit another to try an advanced
spell and live.

Between mental training sessions QT kept up her physical training (her real
passion). Invisible hands had long since removed the bodies of those she had
defeated and she had the frozen grounds outside as her practice arena.

One frosty morning as she came in from a workout the harp was waiting for her
on the downstairs table.

"Have you noticed anything strange about this main floor?" asked the harp, a
suspenseful chord accompanying the question.

"Well..." QT looked around. "Our unseen servants seem to be keeping things
neater now that Balthazar is dead... it seems more homey."

"Not that, but yes. It does have a much more pleasant atmosphere even beyond
the lack of clutter. Have you noticed that this floor is smaller than the
next. Shouldn't the ground floor of a tapering tower be larger than the next?"

QT and the harp spent most of their time upstairs, but some of the best magic
books were down here. Then it hit her. "That wall." She said. "It is way
thicker than it needs to be."

"Almost as if another room could be behind it?" Chimed her friend.

They regarded the heavy stones. They could be illusions. There could be a
secret latch. They could get their heads blown off if they trip things the
wrong way.

After a moment of silence the harp spoke again. "Have you noticed that the
torches light for you now? And that the meals are prepared with your taste in
mind? The more you eat to closer to your taste the meals seem to get?"

"Things have been getting better and better, yes." Muttered QT. She had
felt... what? Attention being lavished upon her? Ever since the wizard had
died she had felt a presence nearby something like the attention the butcher
used to give her when she walked into his shop. He had always dropped whatever
he was doing and waited on her personally. Assistance could take care of other
customers. He saw to her needs himself. And he always made her feel like the
center of the universe. She liked him and had encouraged it.

But he wasn't here.

So why did she feel that cozy attention?

"I think this tower likes you." Whispered the harp.

"Oh!" scoffed QT. But she looked around. The fireplace blazed and warmed the
room just as she liked it. Waiting at the table was a post workout snack of
fruit and tea, just as she wanted. She looked up. "Thank you, tower." She
said.

A small bit of wood collapsed and the embers underneath blushed.

"Tower." Said QT. "I want to know your secrets. If it is all right with you I
would like to see who lights the torches and makes my food."

Suddenly the room was filled with ghosts. Well, not true ghosts. Just nearly
human shaped apparitions drawn from the enchanted stones from which the tower
was built. Faint wisps that defied light and breeze. They all curtsied to QT.
She returned the honor.

"My oh my." Sighed the harp as the ghosts faded away. "Are they gone?"

"No." Said QT, sensing them. "They just don't like being seen."

They both looked around. It should have creeped them out, but it felt snug.

"Tower." Said QT again. "Is there a secret room on this floor?"

Instantly there was a grinding noise and two stones parted on the far wall. A
warm glow, unlike the flicker of fire, something steady, shown through the
crack.

QT picked up the harp and stepped slowly in. She was stunned by what she saw.
The harp strummed in her arms like a kitten purring. "It's like the treasure
of 5 dragons." She murmured softly. QT recognized a few items she had helped
the wizard obtain.

Trunks lined the walls stacked two high. The top trunk in each pile was open
showing a brim of gems the size of QT's fist. Some trunks specialized in
rubies, some in opals some in diamonds. There were other stones QT could not
identify, some with swirling smoke within. The walls were lined above this
with shields, armor and weapons studded with gems and gold. Tables laden with
jewelry, crowns, staves and cloaks filled the center of the room in rows. One
great book stood on a pedestal before them. QT stepped up to it. The harp read
quickly. "It is an inventory. QT... most of this stuff is magical!" The harp
flipped a few pages and pointed to a breast plate hanging to their right.
"That for example allows the wearer to walk through walls."

QT placed the harp on the pedestal and wondered further in. She picked up a
lovely necklace from the table. A red stone beamed from a golden chain. She
held it up and looked at herself using a polished shield for a mirror.

The harp flipped a few pages. "That will make you able to walk through flame
and to shoot balls of fire from your hands." She said of the necklace.

QT set it down. She picked up a hammered silver ring with a rather plain rock
mounted in it. The harp flipped more pages. "The ring will allow you to speak
with stone."

"Really?" QT slipped it on, having an idea. "Tower?"

"Yes, dear?" The voice in her mind caused her heart to flutter. QT had never
had a mother. But this voice seemed to belong to the archetype of the kind. It
brought tears to her eyes just to hear it.

"Thank you for your kindness." Whispered QT.

"Thank you for freeing me from that evil man." Replied the voice. "I am
devoted to you. Ask of me anything at any time. If it is in my power, dear, it
will be yours."

QT sniffed. "Does it work?" asked the harp. She had heard nothing.

QT nodded. "The tower is very sweet." She replied. The harp went back to
flipping pages. "Anything in here to raise the dead... I mean bring them back
to life?" QT was thinking of her Papa and brothers.

The harp flipped through the big book. "The closest I can find is a scepter
that will create and control zombies." She pointed to a skull on a stick
standing in the corner.

QT sighed. Then she perked up. "Anything that can change a harp back into a
sorceress?"

The harp flipped back, then forward several pages. "Removing a curse..." She
read impatiently. "I don't think that applies. Here is something else.
Transmogrification." The harp looked around. Then she pointed to a gorgeous
crown sitting at the far end of the table. "That!" she shouted and her strings
twanged.

QT ran and picked it up. "How does it work."

"We'll have to read about it." Said the harp. "Don't put it on!" QT lowered
it. "It is an ancient relic and could cause trouble if we aren't careful. Some
of this stuff can be very tricky. But I bet that Balthazar has books on all of
it out there somewhere."

When they emerged into the rest of the tower the stones shuffled back into
place and the wall became solid again.

"What made the light in there?" asked QT.

"Concentrated magic." Replied the harp scanning the shelves of books. QT
walked her slowly along stopping and bending over when asked so she could read
book spines on the low shelves, or raising her up over her head to see the top
shelves. They collected seven tombs and spread them out. QT left to practice
her mental discipline. The harp studied the texts.

Lunch came and went on unseen hands. How did the tower get such fresh melon in
the winter?

While the harp continued to study QT admired her reflection in an upstairs
mirror. Her cloths didn't flatter her and yet she still looked good. She did
her braids like she used to, 100 strokes before styling.

"You are beautiful." She heard the tower's motherly voice in her head. She
felt a hug all over herself. Not like when men get brave and frisky. She had
never experienced just this kind of hug before. But it made her feel like a
puppy being cradled. She sensed that the tower marble was ancient and wise as
well as loving.

"Thank you." She replied, quite pleased. "But I wish..."

"Please ask, dear one."

"I wish I had better cloths. These are so... primitive." Before she finished
speaking a pair of fur boots with high heels, a rather rakish, short
lambs-wool dress and a full length ermine cloak floated to rest on the bed
next to her. "Where were these?" She asked.

"In the treasury." Replied the tower. "I selected something that would keep
you warm and flatter your full figure."

"Wow." Gasped QT as she looked at herself after dressing. She looked not only
gorgeous but dangerous! Very hot, she decided. "Thanks tower!" Then she
thought. "Do these have any magical powers?"

"Only minor. The boots will help you run like the wind. The dress gives you
increased stamina and the cloak, when pulled close will render you invisible."

QT pulled the cloak close and saw her image blink into nothing in the mirror.
She let it drop open again. "I like being visible better." She declared.

"And I like seeing you, dear." Purred the stones of the tower.

When QT came downstairs the harp had her head deep in a book. "I think I found
something." She said, then she looked up. "Wow. It looks like you found
something too! You look great... of course." She looked down at the 3 inch
heels. "Don't you think you are quite tall enough already? Where did all
that..."

"The tower supplied it." Said QT out of hand. "She loves me." And she flopped
into a chair. The skirt rode up suggestively as she admired her new boots.

"She?"

"Yeah. A dear, motherly sort of she."

The harp raised an eyebrow. "Is there anything you can't charm?" Then shook
her head. "Anyway, I think we can try this if we prepare well."

"What do we need?" The harp began listing ingredients and amulets. QT held up
a hand to stop her. "Tower, honey? Would you see what you can dig up for us on
this list?... Thanks!... Okay go ahead, harp."

Harp went back to reading the list of things she had been compiling. After a
few seconds the first of the things she mentioned began floating into the room
and settling down next to her. "Amazing!" She chimed.

"She says some of the things will take a few hours to prepare." Said QT. "By
the way, do we want any protective magic?"

"As much as we can get!" The secret door rumbled open and out floated
necklaces and rings. Harp watched them. "And I bet that is just what these
are..."

So with the tower's help the ladies were ready by noon the next day. But the
spell for changing one's form had to be cast during the change of the day...
midnight. QT spent the balance of the day preparing herself. She was cleansed
and purified. She was focused.

When the time came she placed the harp in the center of a pentagram drawn with
bee's wax and white chalk. The air was thick with incense. Candles lined the
room. QT wore an amber cloak studded with gems that was rumored to raise ones
focus and magical powers 10-fold. Around her smooth neck hung a protective
chain. On each finger were protective rings. On her head was the ancient
crown. A bracelet of protection dangled from the harps thin wrist. They looked
like they were playing dress up.

But they managed to stay serious.

As QT began to chant the memorized text the air began to shimmer.

"This is more like!" whispered the harp.

QT continued... She felt vibrations and energy run up through her body like
waves of pleasure. She was reminded of heavy petting sessions with the
butcher. And still she kept her concentration! The effort brought thick sweat
to her face and her eyes rolled back. She had to shout over a low rumble to
hear her own words. Thunder rolled outside. An owl screeched. Nature itself
tried to disrupt her. But still she stayed the course.

The great clock began to strike as she reached the climax of the spell. Her
body climaxed in response. Goo ran down her leg. Her fingers spread far over
her head. Sparks flew from them. How she wanted to dig them into her moist
groin. But she must finish... for her friend.

The air was thick with smoke now. Golden smoke coming from the harp. The harp
screamed. QT continued. To stop now could kill them both!

Three syllables to go! She spat one out and it hit the floor at her feet like
lead. She coughed up the next and it expanded before it left her mouth, almost
ripping her jaw off. Her chest convulsed and she pushed the last syllable up
and over her lips like vomit. Then she fell to the floor, shaking with fear
and defeat.

Had she fallen apart at the last? She couldn't hear anything from her friend
anymore. She forced herself to raise her head. The harp was gone. In the spot
where it had been lay a slender and lovely young woman. She was so still. She
wasn't breathing.

QT stumbled to her feet, walked over and lifted the frail thing. "Rosalyn?"
She whispered. She rocked her in her powerful arms. The long lashes fluttered.
A first breath sucked in. Then she coughed. She opened golden eyes and looked
into QT's big blues.

"You did it!" Gasped this new woman with the harp's voice and she planted a
big wet kiss on QT's full lips.

Funny, thought QT as she enjoyed the kiss. I kinda miss the strum of strings
that went with her speech before.

In a few days Rosalyn was fit to stand. She came up to QT's shoulder and was
considerably more slender but still quite a good looking young woman. To look
at her you would think she was 25. Apparently the years she spent as a harp
had not been subtracted from her life. It had been nearly 70 years since her
birth.

In the warm glow provided by the tower's fireplace the two sweet ladies
clinked glasses. They dripped a bit of port on the floor for the spirits
("Thank you" whispered the tower in QT's ear).

"To friendship!" Said QT.

"To adventure!" Sang Rosalyn.

"To peace." Sighed the tower.