The Adventures of Q. T. Pie: part 2
By Montrose
Quenby Thora Pie's saga continues

Rosalyn moved her queen 6 diagonal squares. "Checkmate, sugar plum." She sighed and 
sat back to finish her wine. She had only been toying with QT for the past several moves 
to see how she would react. She loved the big lovely young thing; was devoted to her; 
charmed and captivated if she had to admit it. But QT's true strength was, well, her 
strength. It was Rosalyn the Sorceress who had the real brains between the two.

Not that QT was stupid - far from it. You might be tempted to think that when you look 
at how lovely she was; that commanding rack and long, firm legs; those smooth broad 
hips; those full pouting lips and pale blue eyes; the flowing yellow hair. How could any 
woman have all that plus grace and strength and still be expected to be intelligent too? 
Truth was, QT was one of the sharpest young girls Rosalyn had ever met. And she had 
met quite a few having lived as a harp for over 50 years in the company of a wizard who 
marched a steady stream of young girls past her face.

Sure, QT was sharp, wise in some ways. And Rosalyn had taught her some mental tricks 
to help focus her good mind. But it was her muscle mass that was her stand-out feature. 
That and her good nature. She took the defeat with grace and good cheer.

"Well done again, Rosalyn!" She bowed her head. "Will I ever win a game?"

"No." Said Rosalyn flatly but kindly. Why mislead the child? "So, are you going to pay 
your wager?"

"Naturally." Purred the big woman as she slid to her knees between Rosalyn smooth 
creamy thighs. Though Rosalyn was nearly 70 she didn't look a day over 25. The time as 
a harp had not been counted against her years as far as aging went. It had just added to 
experience and wisdom. Right now what she wanted to experience was another of those 
wild orgasms this big woman could provide with her clever tongue.

And QT was only too happy to oblige. She had never pleasured a woman before Rosalyn, 
but she found the petite spell caster to be a warm and yummy companion over the winters 
long nights. She slid her slit silk skirt to the side and pushed her button nose up into 
Rosalyn's trimmed muff. Rosalyn dropped her head back and moaned.

They lived together in a tower made from living, enchanted marble which loved QT for 
freeing it from an evil wizard. It looked after their every need and the two women played 
and relaxed together as the winds and wolves howled outside.

Sometimes to give her muscles a workout QT would drag fallen trees to the tower from 
the dark forest that surrounded it and chop them for fire wood. Sometimes she would 
practice her sword or axe play in the grounds. Sometimes she would build up her stamina 
by strapping on a jeweled phallis and penetrating her friend in as many ways as she could 
imagine or desire.

One morning as unseen hands served then strong tea with heavy cream, blueberry 
muffins, sausage and cantaloupe for breakfast Rosalyn served up a question she had been 
holding back on asking. "Do you ever wonder about your old village, QT?"

QT stopped chewing. Unseen hands were combing her hair as she ate. The tower loved to 
do her hair in the morning; two long braids was her fashion. 

Rosalyn forced herself to stay quiet and watched QT think. Or was QT listening to the 
tower? The big girl could hear the tower speak because of a ring she wore. And she 
trusted the tower like a mother. Rosalyn worried that the tower didn't want QT to leave. 
But were they going to play out the rest of their lives there? Rosalyn had been there long 
enough. She craved adventure! And she wanted to experience the open road with QT at 
her side. With her magic and QT's strength what could stand in their way?

"My family is dead." Qt finally murmured. True. She had been forced to kill her own 
brothers by the wizard she had killed in this tower. "I don't know that there is much to go 
back to."

"What about that butcher boy?" Teased Rosalyn. QT had mentioned that she had 
considered giving up her virginity to that man. None other had ever even tempted her. 
And at 19 years of age her virginity was becoming a heavy burden. The wizard hadn't 
taken it when he had the chance because he valued her as a sacrifice with it in tact. 

QT giggled. "There is that." And she sighed wistfully.

Rosalyn giggled back like a conspiratorial sister.

QT looked at her loving friend, the sultry little sorceress. "No one out there will see to 
you like I can!" Pleaded the motherly voice of the tower. "Don't listen to her! She will 
lead you into danger!"

QT was a simple girl from a small mountain village. For the first 18 years of her life she 
had experienced no danger or even adventure. Then the wizard had appeared and turned 
her world upside-down. Now her life was stable again. But she missed village life. Sure 
she loved communing with the tower and Rosalyn, but what about the village square and 
all her suitors? What of the butcher, who had hands nearly as strong as hers and gentle 
brown eyes?

"Perhaps I should go back to see to Papa's bakery... see what has become of it...." She 
said. Rosalyn saw QT was reaching for an excuse.

"Of course!" She helped her. "What has become of your home, the old Pie farm?"

"We can always come back." Said QT.

There was silence from the tower for a long time. Many minutes. QT felt it thinking as if 
she could see its face. Then the tower showed that it had the great heart of a true mother. 
Mothers live to care, nurture and love, and then to make the greatest sacrifice of all... to 
let go. "Of course you can come back, my dearest one." Said the tower in QT's ear. "I 
will always be here for you." QT felt the submerged regret.

"Thank you, tower." She said out loud. "I promise, I will come back."

Rosalyn sighed with contentment.

The following morning they set off together on foot with packs full of food. The tower 
had provided enough for a five day march, though QT could cover the distance in one 
day's full run. She could have done it with Rosalyn on her back, but Rosalyn preferred to 
walk. All though the dead wizard had used QT as a horse, Rosalyn found the practice 
undignified.

It was a warm, late spring day so the girls walked with cloaks open. The marsh sucked at 
their heels as they picked their way over the wetlands that surrounded the tower on their 
approach to the dark forest. QT's thick boot heels were a better match for the muck than 
Rosalyn's stilettos. But the mage was nimble and kept up.

Rosalyn preferred dark fabrics that matched her raven hair and contrasted to her pale 
skin. Her cloak was deep black with faint constellation patterns and a tall cowl. Her 
bodice was black leather. Her black leather boots rose to mid-thigh. She wore rings, 
necklaces and earrings enough to lead people to believe she was royalty.

QT's cloak was glistening white and magically immaculate. Her blouse was a snug red 
silk wrap-around topping a black skirt that dropped unevenly to mid-thigh. Her sturdy 
black boots rose to her sturdy knees. Mother of pearl dagger handles protruded from the 
sides of her boots. A broad sword rocked with the swing of her hips from a chainmail 
belt. A battle axe was strapped to her back. Her forearms were protected by gleaming arm 
guards. There were a few rings on her fingers, but other than that she was jewelry-free.

The tower had chosen their garb from its treasure stores based on magical and protective 
powers. Looking damn good was just a perk.

They had only been among the trees for a couple hours when a man dropped from the 
branches above to bar their path. He held a curved sword and was crouched dangerously, 
waving the tip at the girls. "Hello my pretties." He snarled. "Are you lost?"

QT smiled sweetly down at the little man and his pointy toy. "No." she said. "We know 
exactly where we're going." Rosalyn bumped into her side.

"Sugar plum?" She said softly and tugged at the big woman's sleeve. 

QT looked down and then back to where Rosalyn was pointing out 4 other men coming 
up behind them.

"If you boys are hungry we'll share some supplies with you. Other than that I suggest you 
let us pass." Warned QT, beginning to loose her patience.

"Don't be a smart mouth, bitch!" Snapped the man waiving the sword. "Just because 
you're a great hulking cunt doesn't mean you can..."

In one swift move QT slapped the flat of his sword with her hand knocking it out of his, 
stepped in on his left foot, gripped him around the neck with her long fingers and 
stretched him up to her face, choking him as sure as she had him hanging from a tree. He 
felt like he would snap in half.

The others looked like they would charge so Rosalyn sent small missiles from her palms 
into the dirt at their feet. At the show of sorcery they stepped back.

"Don't you think I'm a bit young to hear such language?" Asked QT quietly, in as 
controlled a voice as she could muster. The man gagging in her grip looked around 
wildly, gasping for help. QT tightened her grip. He stopped gasping and turned blue. 
"When I let go you will apologize."

She let go and the man snapped to the forest floor at her feet. She stepped off his foot as 
he lay chocking. "Please forgive me, your ladyship." He managed to gasp after a while.

QT picked up her big foot and placed it on the back of his head. She crushed his face into 
the soft forest floor and ground on it like she was putting out a stubborn ember. His 
friends held back but looked worried.

She took her foot off. The man's head was buried and jammed under a wondering tree 
root. He tried pulling it out but failed. 

"You and your vermin will quit this forest." Declared QT. "And if I ever see you doing 
anything again that I disapprove of I will slay you instantly. Understand?" 

"Yes ladyship." Came the muffled reply at her feet.

QT turned to look at the others. They swept their hats off respectfully. "Yes'm." They 
promised.

The girls turned their backs on the bandits and strolled on.

Rosalyn ran along-side of her big friend, two steps to QT's one and looked up at her from 
time to time. "You seemed to enjoy crushing that guy's head back there." She finally 
said. "Not that I mind! If I were your size I would..."

"It just gets on my nerves when guys think they can talk down to me just because I'm 
young and I have these!" Spat QT as she marched. For "these" she indicated her big 
hooters by bobbling them in her strong hands as she walked. Rosalyn stifled a giggle.

"It's not just that, sugar plum." Replied Rosalyn, panting by now with the effort of 
keeping even. "It's this too." And she patted QT's big round butt under her cloak. Had 
that been anyone else's hand they would have been searching for it in the ditch. QT only 
giggled. "And these." Added Rosalyn rubbing her hand up QT's long exposed and meaty 
thigh.

"That's enough." Chuckled QT now in a better mood. She gave Rosalyn a playful shove 
which sent her sailing into the bushes. 

Rosalyn extricated herself and ran to catch up.

By mid afternoon Rosalyn decided that riding QT wasn't so undignified after all. At least 
no less dignified than running, gasping and sweating in her wake. QT didn't like to walk 
slow. So now QT ran with Rosalyn hanging on tight.

They were through the woods and at the door of a tavern called the Sow's Ear by dusk.

 "It looks deserted." Said Rosalyn.

"It was active enough the last time I past here." Said QT. She neglected to mention that 
she had single handedly (and buck naked) killed or maimed almost every customer that 
was there at the time.

When they entered all heads turned, both the barkeep and his one customer. "It's..." 
gasped the barkeep. "It's her!" The one customer threw himself through the window and 
bolted into the forest.

Rosalyn looked up at QT with a raised brow. QT shrugged and blushed. Then she sat 
down at the bar. The bar keep backed up and jostled the table behind him.

"Calm down, old man." Said QT in a sweet voice. "I've got no grief with you." He 
slowly relaxed a little. His eyes darted over to the seductive woman at QT's elbow - an 
enchantress if he ever saw one. "She wont hurt you either." Assured QT.

"Without cause." Added Rosalyn with a wink.

The barkeep gulped. He relaxed a bit more. "What can I get you ladies?" He asked.

"Clean glasses." Said Rosalyn. "And an unopened bottle of wine imported from a distant 
vineyard."

"And meat." Added QT. "Fresh and well done." He started to shuffle away. "And wash 
your hands first!" She snapped.

"Yes'm!" He barked back obediently. Privately he was insulted. Hadn't he just rubbed 
his hands on the damp bar towel? The one that his daddy had hung there before he had 
died and left the bar to him in his youth?

The ladies feasted on a surprisingly well cooked rabbit. When they complimented his 
cooking the barkeep had been so pleased that he had brought the rabbit head in to prove it 
was a rabbit and how fresh it was. He was taken back by their squeals. Touchy things 
these big warrior women.

Because Rosalyn was tired they decided to stay the night. The barkeep was put out again 
when they preferred the barn to his rooms because "The straw was fresher."

After a hearty breakfast the girls paid up their tab with a purse brimming with small gems 
which could have bought the entire property ten times over. The poor old man fell to his 
knees and cleaned QT's boots with his tears in gratitude. She sensed he was enjoying 
himself so she let him carry on for a while before lifting him to his feet. She patted his 
grizzled cheek. "Take care of yourself old one." She purred. "We'll be by here again 
someday."

"Yes miss!" He beamed. "I'll make the place worthy of you! I swear it!"

Rosalyn hopped up onto QT's rump and they were off like a shot.

The run was up hill to QT's quaint mountain village. The sturdy girl huffed a bit as she 
leaped and scrambled upward. Rosalyn kept her eyes closed. The heights were getting her 
dizzy. By mid-morning QT stood panting near the spot where she had least seen her 
family, just outside the village square.

But where was everybody? The windows were boarded up. The damage that had been 
done by the golem she had slain had been repaired. And it looked like a new blacksmith 
shop had been opened. But where were the people? A solitary leaf danced with itself 
through the square at a time that should have been (for this village anyway) a bustling 
time of trade. 

QT expected to see five or six ladies by the fountain spreading gossip; a shop keeper in 
front of every store trying to entice the gossips; a few young people strolling along and 
flirting after morning chores had been done; maybe even some younger kids playing a 
game.

Nothing.

"Are you sure this is it?" asked Rosalyn in a whisper. QT looked down at her. Of course 
she was sure. She grew up here. But the quiet almost made her doubt it.

Then a wooden shutter rattled at the butcher's. A tousled blond head stuck out and 
whispered. "QT Pie? Is it really you?"

"Daniel!" She squeaked and ran toward him. 

He pulled his head in and slammed the shutter. "Are... are you here to kill us all?" He 
whimpered from behind the wood.

Slowly, QT's pale blue eyes welled up, then the damn burst and streams of tears ran 
down her quiet face to drip onto her bosom below. "You think..." she whispered. But of 
course. They had seen her kill her brothers and then run off with that wizard a year ago!

She turned and began walking out of town.

"Now wait one ass-humping minute!" Shouted Rosalyn. Her normally pale cheeks were 
bright red with indignation. QT stopped short and looked at her. Daniel pushed the 
shutter open a fraction. "Are you people telling me you grew up with this charming 
creature and you don't know her better than that?! Great flying cow flops! I've only 
known her for a year and I have more faith in her than that!" Rosalyn stalked around in a 
circle. Here eyes cast over the ground looking for something to throw. Finding nothing, 
she shot a magical missile from her hand into the butcher's sign, knocking it to the 
ground. Daniel slammed the shutter. "You should all come out here and kiss her big 
round ass for coming back to you, god damn it!" 

"Now Rosalyn, honey." Said QT soothingly.

"NO!" Demanded Rosalyn. And for the first time she used her mental powers to control 
QT. She stopped her in her tracks. QT gasped, realizing what was happening. It was the 
first time since the old wizard that she had felt the iron weight of a will greater than her 
own enter her. "Butcher boy! Get out here!"

A few seconds passed before Daniel opened the door to his shop. He slipped out and 
others behind him locked it again. He was trembling like a leaf but obedient. Rosalyn 
snapped her fingers. "Come!" She pointed to the ground at her feet. Daniel moved jerkily 
over to her. QT knew it was against his will. She felt herself walking over as well.

The sorceress looked Daniel over, not so mad now as... approvingly. She half reached to 
touch the bulge in his crotch then stopped. "Yes... I see the qualities you like in this one, 
QT." She purred.

Was Rosalyn going to take him from her? QT wondered in a panic.

"Okay you love birds." Said Rosalyn. "Kiss and make up." And she stepped back.

For years the two of them claim that Rosalyn forced them to kiss that first kiss. Rosalyn 
swears she relinquished control after making the suggestion. All that is know for sure is 
that the kiss did happen. And it was so passionate that it caused every shutter in town to 
open in order to get a glimpse of it. Both lovers only came up for the most necessary 
amounts of air for the next 20 minutes as they stood in the village square. (Actually, QT 
stood. Daniel dangled for a while then slung his legs around waist.) All present had to 
admit that such a kiss had to be rooted in love. And the memory of the flirtations shared 
by these two made them remember who QT really was.

Panting and rose-cheeked they looked into each others eyes, QT holding Daniel like a 
child in her sturdy arms.

"We thought you was wit dem." Murmured an old mother who had wondered out of 
hiding.

QT ignored the comment. "Them who?" asked Rosalyn.

"You know." Said the mother as other came out. "Rip-eye the Cruel and his gang. They 
been harassing us something fierce these last months. Taint safe in the streets."

"We'll have to see to that." Said Rosalyn raising an eyebrow ands smirking. Behind her 
the new blacksmith was taking off his cap and bowing, looking rather sheepish.

"Beg pardon, m-m-miss." He stammered. "Be you hungry? I've got me lunch I could 
share."

Rosalyn turned and looked up at the big man, nearly as big as QT. She smiled and his 
heart melted into his socks. She took his big hairy arm in her slender one and lead him 
like a work horse back to his shop. "Now that sounds very kind, dear boy. My, you're a 
big one aren't you?" She patted the seat of his pants and he gave a little hop. Rosalyn 
giggled.

In the hours that passed after that the town had lunch on the square and QT told her story 
- how she had been controlled and had not meant to hurt anyone but the golem. And that 
she finally was able to kill the wizard with Rosalyn's help. Everyone was happy to learn 
that the powerful sorceress was one of the good guys.

It turned out that no one had moved into the old Pie farm where QT had grown up. So QT 
and Rosalyn decided to head up that way, after accepting a gift of steaks from Daniel and 
hiring the tinker's 16-year old daughter to clean and cook for them. Not being in the 
tower meant that the menial chores had to be done by human hands. QT was all right with 
this but Rosalyn put her foot down. "If you must exercise do it with your sword or axe." 
She said. So little Bonnie took the position in exchange for a lovely diamond. She was 
now the riches person in town (besides QT and Rosalyn of course) and had the start to 
her eventual wedding ring.

The girls were busy rebuilding a fence on their first morning at the Pie farm (Rosalyn 
sitting on a rail and reading while QT dug holes, split rails etc.) when Bonnie can panting 
and red-faced up the hill. She had been sent for supplies but her hands were empty.

"They're here! Miss Pie! Help!" The girl yelled as she collapsed into QT's arms.

"What's going on?" Asked Rosalyn.

"Rip-eye the Cruel is in the square." Gasped Bonnie.

Rosalyn set her jaw. Her hair crackled with energy. "Suit up, QT." She snarled. "We have 
a fight on our hands."

Moments later the two were stomping back down to the square with Bonnie hiding 
behind their flowing black and white cloaks. "Right there." She whispered unnecessarily. 
The great mass of evil bastards that filled the square was easy enough to see. And hear. 
And smell.

"I could thin that herd right now." Snarled Rosalyn. QT looked and saw a magic glow in 
her friends hands.

"Please don't." Warned QT. "There are villagers in among them. Even if you avoid 
hitting them the bandits might kill them. Let's find the leader. Follow me lead on this 
one."

Rosalyn aborted her spell. "Fair enough."

As they got closer they could see a clearing in the middle of the band where two men 
were fighting. Next they saw that the blacksmith was getting the snot knocked out of him 
by some man a head taller than himself. The evil horde was enjoying the sport and 
pawing up several young wenches as they drank and cheered on their champion. At the 
far end QT saw one wicked looking man sitting on a throne-like chair made of branches 
and bows. Running down through his left eye was a jagged scar. "Rip-eye." Snarled QT.

"You better do something quick, QT." Snarled Rosalyn. "I'm not going to stand back and 
watch them hurt that sweet boy." She pointed to the blacksmith.

QT took off at a run, she leaped into a tree; pushed off from a thick branch; bounced off 
the roof off a shop; and flew over the heads of the gathered and dropped into the ring. 
Both combatants backed away from her. She was almost as big as the nasty mad who 
held the blacksmiths throat in a death grip. 

"Call off your dog, Rip-eye." She shouted up to the man in the chair. "You want a show, 
why not take me on yourself?"

Rip-eye stopped looking bored. He leaned forward. The two men at his elbows notched 
arrows. He waived a hand and they stood back. Rip-eye smiled down from his tall chair 
at this beaming, gorgeous child. Properly tamed and shackled and she would make for an 
excellent evening of entertainment for himself, he thought. But he wasn't about to be the 
first to face her. Even as young as she was she looked dangerous to the shrewd leader.

"Take you on?" Rip-eye finally replied after all had fallen silent. "A charming offer. But 
first I think I'll let my dog, as you say, play with you for a while."

The dog let go of the blacksmiths throat. The blacksmith fell in a heap. He looked happy 
at the idea until he saw the weapons and armor. "Hey chief..." he whined and pointed.

"Good point." Said Rip-eye. "Miss... uh... what did you say your name was darling?"

"Quenby Thora Pie." Replied QT. "She curtsied.

"Lovely." Said Rip-eye. Yes, he would enjoy her later. "Why don't you toss away those 
pointy things you're carrying. They make my dog nervous."

"Very well." Said QT. In a trice she whipped the daggers from her boots and sent them 
hilt deep into the archers at either side of Rip-eye. They dropped dead. Rip-eye tumbled 
from his chair just as the axe from QT's back clove it in half.

"Get her!" Yelled Rip-eye in terror, groveling on the ground. QT became a blur as, with 
her sword and arm guards she blocked a thick barrage of daggers and arrows. Projectiles 
fell to encircle her feet like a wreath, wooden shafts mingled with silver blades. 
Eventually the band ran out of things to throw. But no one wanted to charge. QT stood 
smiling, sword in hand.

"Rosalyn?" She called. "Watch my back please." The sorceress threw up her hands and 
cast a protective bubble around QT and the big man they had been calling dog. The 
blacksmith had crawled away during the attack on QT. Nothing could get in or out. QT 
flipped her blade over her shoulder. It clattered against the magical barrier right in front 
of Rip-eye's face. He yelped like a school girl. QT dropped her cloak and stood in her red 
top and black skirt, ready for battle.

"Magic! No fair!" He shouted.

"I wont use magic to fight him." Said QT softly. I just don't want to be disturbed until I 
am done.

"Just you and me?" asked the dog. QT nodded and smiled. He smiled back. Most of his 
teeth were AWOL. "This is gonna be fun." He snarled and charged.

"Get her!" Shouted Rip-eye, and his minions took up the call. That was the biggest, 
meanest one of their kind in there! They loved watching him rip and shred his opponents. 
Especially girls.

When he reached QT she stepped aside, grabbed him by his neck and belt, lifted him 
sideways then dropped him gut first over one knee. She pushed him off and stood up. The 
dog lay gasping for air in the dirt. QT strolled around fixing her hair and smiling. The 
crown grew quiet again. "Is this really the best you have?" she asked.

From behind her the dog lifted himself to his knees. He charged and drove her face first 
into the magical barrier. He backed up and drove his shoulder into the small over back. 
QT saw stars.

The crowd cheered! This is more like it. The counter voices of the few brave villagers 
that dared to show themselves were easily out-numbered.

The dog grabbed QT by a braid and sung her back into the center of the ring. She fell to 
all fours. He ran up and delivered a boot to her ribs. She caught it and kept it. She stood 
up with it. The dog began to look worried as he hopped around on one foot. QT smiled at 
him and nodded.

"No, please." He begged.

"Oh, I think I want to." Replied QT.

"Please no!" He begged.

"Sorry." Said QT and she leaned in and delivered an uppercut to his nuts. Or so the 
crowd thought and groaned as one. But she stopped her hand short and then extended her 
fingers and tickled him under his sack. He hopped around screaming then fell on his 
head.

QT stomped on his chest and twisted his foot. The dog howled. She let go and let him up. 
Then she walked up behind him (he was dazed and confused at this point, swinging at 
air). She clapped him in a bear hug and cracked one of his ribs. She held it until he turned 
purple and a drop of blood showed at the corner of his mouth. With a shrug she flipped 
him up and over her shoulder.

He landed in the dirt, moaning. Again she fixed her hair. She tucked her blouse back in. 
No reason to look untidy when you're kicking ass.

Eventually she bent down to talk with the dog. "Do you want some more, honey?" she 
asked.

"Just..." he gasped. "Just let me get my breath." 

"Sure thing honey." She said and strolled around blowing kisses to the startled throngs. 
She was giving that cut-throat a chance? As quietly as he could manage he climbed to his 
feet. She paid him no mind.

Like a cat he slid over and picked up her discarded blade. She didn't seem to notice. He 
ran at her from behind with the blade up high. At the last second she grabbed his hand, 
stopping the stroke, and kicked him in the gut.

He dropped the sword and doubled over.

She hoisted him high overhead and walked around the ring with him. The hand on his 
throat constricted, choking him as she displayed him. She spun a few tight circles, easy as 
you please. Her short skirt stood out beautifully. The crowd sighed at the sight. Even the 
villains had to admit she was lovely.

Then she sent him down on his head. He hit hard. There was a terrible snap he and did 
not move. At all. Ever again.

QT dusted her hands. She stepped up to Rip-eye who stood mesmerized. Rosalyn 
dropped the magical barrier.

QT grabbed Rip-eye by the neck and lifted him high in the air. "If I see, hear or smell any 
of your boys near this village again, I will make soup out of you Rip-eye. Do you 
understand me, sir. Of course I will kill them. But I mean that I will then hunt you down 
and do... oh... just terrible things to you before I kill you. Things that even you would 
have trouble dreaming up. They'll have to start calling you Rip-ass before I'm done. Is 
that clear enough?"

Rip-eye nodded his agreement as a tear came to his one good eye.

QT gave his throat one extra squeeze, just to drive the idea home. Deep down his wind 
pipe bruised. Then she dropped him, gagging at her feet. 

"Take your leader and clear out, boys." Called QT. "Before I loose my temper and do 
something you will all regret."

"Let's go mates." Squeaked Rip-eye in a rusty falsetto. The villagers laughed and cheered 
as the huge crowd of men shuffled, out of town defeated by one young girl.

Rosalyn appeared at her elbow. "I doubt that this is the end." Said QT. 

"I hope not." Said Rosalyn.

It was a week later when Rosalyn was awakened by a rumble coming from the west. The 
blacksmith, Ivan, lay fast asleep at her side. She had worked him pretty hard the night 
before. She was still feeling the effects of their play herself.

QT and Daniel the butcher were in the next room. They probably didn't hear the low 
sound over the squeak of their springs and their own panting and exclamations. 
Apparently QT had decided that virginity was over-rated.

It was the scream of Bonnie out in the barn that made Rosalyn leap for her cloths and 
stopped the rhythmic bang of QT's headboard. 

The girls rushed out into the late spring morning together, dew brushing their bare toes. 
On the ridge they saw the advance of the entire army of Rip-eye coming toward them. 
"He got his balls back." Sighed QT pulling on her arm guards. 

Rosalyn said nothing. She was centering herself for battle. 

Bonnie rushed past them and waited in the house with the men.

"Rosalyn?" QT asked as she strapped her axe to her back.

"Yes?" Replied the mage through gently closed eyes.

"Promise you wont burn the place to the ground."

Rosalyn only smiled, and continued her circular breathing as QT hefted her sword and 
strode out to meet the advance.

As the first volley of arrows arched down, Rosalyn wasn't ready yet. The double swipe of 
QTs sword stopped all but one arrow which stuck out from her left shoulder. She didn't 
seem to notice it.

At the sight of her blood the men broke into a shouting run at her.

Rosalyn cast a protective spell on QT before racing up closer to the fighting.

When she got there she saw a tight knot of men eager to get a piece of QT who was 
obscured by the flail of weapon in her general direction. A large group saw Rosalyn 
standing undefended and rushed her. She crouched and let them come. At the last second 
she threw a small bubble over herself. Hammers, swords and daggers banged uselessly 
inches from her skin. Men in the back pushed men in the front onto their own weapons in 
their zeal to get at her. She counted 10 then let off an explosion that killed everyone 
within 20 feet of her. 

When she stood she saw a great pile of dead. In the distance she saw maybe six or seven 
survivors of the invaders running for the hills. Following one of these was QT. Her long 
legs easily made up for his head start and she fell on him, pinning him to the wet hay far 
away. 

She saw the big woman pick up the man and sling him over her shoulder. She could hear 
him begging and pleading and saw QT shake her head. She was having none of what he 
was selling. When they got closer Rosalyn saw it was Rip-eye, shaking like jelly.

QT dumped the poor man in the cow pies at her feet and dropped her foot on his face, 
mashing Rip-eye's good eye deep into a steaming one.

"See that Bonnie ties him up in the barn and takes all his weapons." Said QT. "I've got 
something to finish." And she marched off toward the house, stopping to rinse off a the 
horse trough first. The big women ducked into the house. "Oh Daniel!" Rosalyn heard 
her sing out sweetly.

Rosalyn laughed. QT was going back to play with her boyfriend after killing over four-
score men.

Then she noticed Rip-eye trying to crawl away. Rosalyn kicked him in the ribs and he 
crumpled. QT had softened him up nicely. She called out Bonnie as she pulled the 
defeated warrior to his feet. He was a head taller than Rosalyn which made him about the 
same height at Bonnie. He had maybe 30 pounds on Rosalyn and was probably 10 
pounds heavier than Bonnie.

But there were two of them. And they both wanted revenge. And he was beat and tired. 

First they played at slapping him in the face driving him back and forth between them, 
giggling the whole time. Then Bonnie held his arms while Rosalyn worked at his battered 
ribs with her knee.

Once he passed out the fun was gone so they carried him into the barn, stripped him 
naked, tied him up on top of a bunch of dirty, scratchy hay (an additional rope around his 
neck tied to a post) and left him.

Around noon they heard him begging for mercy again. Bonnie went out and slapped him 
around until he passed out again. She came out rosy-cheeked and smiling. "That's a nice 
workout!" chirped the girl.

"Tell me, Bonnie." Mused QT. "Is big Gerta the tailors wife still... you know." QT 
winked. 

Bonnie blushed. "Well, yes miss. Just last week she offered me three coppers to lift my 
skirts for her."

"Randy as ever?"

"More-so."

"Prone to violent love making?"

"If the screams for the Taylor's window at night are any clue, yes." Giggled Bonnie.

QT smiled. "Run to town, dear." She said. "Let Gerta know we have a toy waiting for her 
here. Tell her she can do anything she wants, just so long as he lives through it."

Off ran Bonnie giggling down the hill.

Rosalyn looked over at QT. "You weren't kidding that you were going to go rough on 
him."

"No I wasn't." Admitted QT. "But I don't have the stomach to give him what he deserves 
myself."

Rosalyn nodded. They sat quietly for a while. "Mind if I take a turn at him now and 
then?" she asked.

QT smiled. "Take a number." She replied.

It became known for far and wide that The beauty QT had declared open season on one 
Rip-eye, hated by many. That for a couple coppers anyone could spend the night doing 
anything they wanted to the poor sap, provided they left him alive for the next person in 
line.

But all good things must come to an end. Three months after his capture Rip-eye died 
with Big Gerta taking a repeat performance up his ass with a branding iron.

She was forgiven, eventually, so long as she would repeat the story of his dying moments 
to those who hungered to hear it.

So QT's village was once again a peaceful refuge from the world. 

Rosalyn began to get bored.

***

Rosalyn moved her bishop 6 diagonal squares. "Checkmate, sugar plum." She sighed and 
sat back to finish her wine. "Tell me, do you ever wonder about your friend the tower, 
QT?"

QT sat back and smiled. "Road trip?" She asked with a glint in her eye.

And so they set off down the hill early one morning, Rosalyn perched high on QT's left 
hip and Daniel on her right. They covered the ground down to the forest's edge by noon.

But where was the Sow's Ear?

"Are you sure this is it?" asked Daniel in a whisper. QT and Rosalyn looked down at 
him. Of course they was sure. But where was the dilapidated, unpainted hovel? And what 
was that ornate two-story Inn doing in its place? The one with the sign that read, The Silk 
Purse...

Then out stepped a well groomed elderly gent in a dapper suit of cloths. "Mistress Pie! So 
good to argh!"

QT grabbed the little man by his neck while still holding Rosalyn and Daniel on her hips. 
She lifted him and snarled, "What have you done with the filthy old man that ran a dump 
right here?" 

Rosalyn slapped him hard in the face "TALK!" she shouted. 

"Gah!" He replied.

QT dropped him then put a foot on his chest.

"Mistress Pie!" He squirmed in the dirt. "It's me! I fixed the place up for you!"

Now that he was getting dirty under her foot Rosalyn saw the likeness. "By golly it is 
him." She murmured.

QT got off him and let her friends down. Daniel helped him to his feet and dusted him 
off. "Sorry sir." He said politely.

"Aint nothing, really." Said the old man, but he was shaking. Then he perked up again. 
"I'm so glad you came back Mistress Pie. I've redone the entire place, and there are 
rooms I hope will be to your liking. I've even kept staff on call awaiting your return. 
Would you like a massage before your meal.  Have men standing by..."

"I'll take care of that." Broke in Daniel putting a hand in QT's arm. The big girl smiled 
down at him.

Rosalyn slid up to the old man and said quietly, "Just send all those massage boys up to 
my room, okay honey?"

"As you wish Mistress Rosalyn." He bowed.

Except for the strength of the timbers in the beds, the new Silk Purse got a full rating 
from the travelers in the morning. It was with fondness and regret that they said their 
farewells after breakfast.

As they trotted off Daniel and QT kept smiling over at Rosalyn. "What?" she asked.

"You and your harem sure kept up a fuss last night." Giggled QT.

"US?" Rosalyn raised an eyebrow. "Those three men where spent before you two 
finished rattling the wall with your headboard!"

Daniel blushed.

QT smiled. "And we could have kept going if the bed had held up."

"That's the one advantage I had." Replied Rosalyn. "When our bed broke I just laid down 
on top of two of the lads while I was having fun with the third."

"I'm sure the old man can buy new beds with the gems we left him!"

They quipped and chuckled their way through the morning and were at the tower before 
they knew it.

Daniel was stunned by the tower and treasure. But mostly he was stunned by the rich 
bedroom at the top he and QT shared.

It didn't take long for QT to notice how blue Rosalyn was getting, however. She asked 
the tower, "Do you know why?"

"I can tell you," came the loving, breathless whisper in her ear, "that she listens to your 
love-making and masturbates every night."

"Poor thing!" sighed QT.

"Who?" asked Daniel.

"Rosalyn. She is so vibrant. You see we used to... she and I... before you were here..." 
QT blushed.

Daniel smiled. "Why you little nymphs!"

QT giggled and blushed deeper.

Daniel looked thoughtful as he ate. "Do you suppose she would care to..."

"Join us?" QT perked up.

"Would you mind?" Daniel asked.

QT stopped there. She had pictured she and Rosalyn having fun. But Daniel having fun 
with Rosalyn? She gulped. Then the tower whispered again. "If you love something, set it 
free. That is what I did with you."

"I want us to." Whispered QT.

That evening when it was time to retire QT took Rosalyn up in her arms and began 
mounting the stairs. Daniel trailed. For a while Rosalyn looked puzzled but then her eyes 
twinkled with delight. She threw her pale arms around QT's sturdy neck and hugged. 

"Bless you!" She sighed.

Poor Daniel took two days rest before he could walk after that night. He had barely been 
able to survive QT, but throw in Rosalyn and the level of passion went through the roof. 
He was grateful that the ladies could entertain themselves as he convalesced.

And so the tower was a happy place as summer turned to fall and then winter. As a trio 
plus stone tower they celebrated the longest night of the year and cheered for the return of 
the sun.

Over a sloshing glass of port a half clad Rosalyn lay back with Daniel's face working 
between her legs. "What say you to a trip in the spring, QT?"

QT was rubbing her feet. Rosalyn's turn for pleasure. QT was next. "A trip? Where?"

"Something will turn up." Rosalyn managed to say as a shiver of pleasure racked her 
spine. 

"True." Said Daniel as he stood, displaying his solid tool.

Rosalyn smiled. "Bring it on, baby!" QT lifted him into place and slid him deep into 
Rosalyn.  "Oof!" grunted the sorceress.

"A trip you say." Said QT as she worked Daniel in and out.

"Oh! Slower... YES!" snarled Rosalyn. "I've been... OH!... reading about... a DRAG... 
dragon that neEEEEds... straightening out."

QT giggled. She loved using Daniel as if he were a strap-on cock. Daniel seemed to like 
it too. Just sit back and enjoy the ride!

"We'll see." Whispered QT. And she bent to her work in earnest.