Wild and caught ~ Closed Asobininryochan ~

Half elf and half.... Something. Grew up with the elves but I was always running away, so been in the wild for as long as I can remember. Ran away when I was young, about 15 years of human age, stole to get by. I look more like a cat than an elf. Cat like features in the ears and in the eyes with piercing green stare, markings and colors on my body is that of a leopard. The shape of my body though is that of an elf, small 5'2 in height, slender and extremely well built. Hair goes to the middle of my back, very thick and surprisingly well tamed with the blackness of a black panther, not something you would expect of a wild one. Wore simple clothes, something to try and fit in when she was in the village. Not that it would matter, he hid within her cloak so no one would notice her. The beautiful markings and cat like ears and eyes made her stand out. Other than that, she wore a leather vest tight around her chest that laced up the front. Leather pants and knee high boots. It made it easier to run and escape if she was to get caught stealing.


There was a cave deep in the woods that always struck her, it was like no other cave she could feel it deep down. There was something in there, or it lead to somewhere. It didn't hold any creatures within it. She knew this because she has been watching it for sometime, no tracks, no remnants of animal or any creature. Looked like the mouth of fresh cave.

It had scared for the longest time, yet, everyday she would come here. Daring herself to go in, then never going in, backing out on her own dares. Finally, this was the day she would go in. Taking in a deep breath while looking around to make sure no one was following her. There was no reason for anyone to follow, she had been good about stealing for a week. Hasn't touched anything that she couldn't buy or traded. Slowly she went in, wondering and hoping that this cave is safe, perhaps she will make it into a home later on.

Once she stepped in everything went black, even the opening behind her went black, like a door closed but there was none. Having to adjust her eyes, with having this other breed in her she was able to at least make out the shadowy shape of where the wall was. Just barely, it was enough for her to use her hand along it and guide her to where this place led.

For the longest time it was hard to tell if her eyes were opened or closed. This tunnel seemed to reach and never end, luckily the wall was smooth and no spiders or even webs were found. At first she had to blink a few times when she saw the wall ahead of sparkling. Still no light, just shimmering glitter off the wall. This followed as she got closer the light started to shine from some room.

It hurt her eyes as she entered the room, it had bright, gleaming jewels and gold surrounding a table. Huge spacious room with a massive fireplace that had gargoyles bordering it. A dining table that reached from on end of the room to about half way across, with only two chairs on each end. Pillars with various statues up and down them of gargoyles and dragons that seemed to move in the shadows. A huge, ceiling to floor mirror stretched along another wall.

What attracted her the most was the box that was on the table. What thief wouldn't be attracted to such things. This was empty of life except hers, as far as she could tell there was nothing here to lead into another room. Cautiously she crept her way towards the table, tracing her fingers over the box then lifting the lid. Inside was the most beautiful necklace she has ever seen in all her life.

Black and red and blue diamonds ran throughout the whole piece, when she held it up to her neck it stretched down her chest, just above the top of her breast. It was connected to what would be a choker as it fastened around her neck. Wanting to put it on, wanting to keep it, but this would buy her things that she could only dream of.

Her heart was pounding suddenly getting the feeling that she should leave. Simply ignored it for now as she started to skim through the rest of the treasure.

As the girl perused through the valuables carelessly strewn about by her thieving paws, the adornment located upon her bosom performed the enchantment that transmitted a subtle suggestion to the wearer’s mind:

- Are you not suffocating in this heat?

The necklace queried as another idea worked through the girl’s thoughts:

- Perhaps shedding your garments might make you more comfortable?

Without much thought to this new voice in her head, she simply shook her head,

"No, I'm fine..."

Raynie was such a loner that she often answered the 'voices' in her thoughts. She wasn't crazy or anything, it's just what the silence does. Makes her think up silly things. Yet, the more she kept sifting through the treasure, her breathing was starting to become heavier. A wet sheen was glistening off her arms, showing signs that she was becoming hotter.

Despite her statement, the necklace’s influence upon her perspiring form spoke otherwise as the voice continued to converse with the girl:

- Can you not feel the sultriness of the air?

The inoffensive looking jewelry argued as he added:

- Save your strength… and discard your heavy clothes….

IT was then she realized the voice was a new one, clearly watching her somehow. Looking around the room, then back down at her clothes and gave a smirk.

Heavy clothes? Yea, right ok.. a vest and pants...

Raynie wasn't going to comply so easily, stood up and began to walk to the entrance of the room. Not really wanting to take the necklace off, but she couldn't go wondering around town with it on. So she attempted to take it off as she walked. Realizing that it was time to leave this cave.

The necklace refused to leave – unwilling to let the clasp release when she fumbled with the chain. Furthermore, the cave displayed the same reluctance in entertaining her exit. She encountered solid rock when she reached the mouth erstwhile mouth of the cave. Indeed, the jewelry presently produced heat to give credence to his case:

- You would be more comfortable without your clothes….

Raynie was becoming fearful as her way out of here closed up, becoming just another wall in the cave. The heat was rising she couldn't for the life of her figure out why. She was in a cave after all, course, now that it was closed off she was beginning to hyperventilate a little. Not wanting to be trapped in here, was wanting to feel the outside air against her face.

For some reason this voice was determined to make her strip, just another thing she couldn't figure out. Why did a voice want her to strip down? It's not like there was anyone here to enjoy the view she would have to offer. It was becoming more tempting to strip though, she was sweating more, her pants were sticking to her legs.

"No, I don't want to take off my clothes.... just let me out of here.."

She screamed with frustration, clawing at the wall that was once her only way out of here. Soon it became clear that she was going into panic mode at thought of being trapped in here.

The necklace giggled as she struggled to force her way out of her prison:

- I will…

The voice kept on laughing as she yelled in frustration, but answered out of caprice:

- But only if you take off your clothes….

Her little panic attack caused her to just get hotter, her skin was flushed red, sweat was pouring from her body. Still, she refused to take her clothes off. Leaned her back up against the new wall and slid down to the ground, mostly defeated. Very Slowly started to take off her boots, and very reluctantly.

"Why do you wish for me to be naked anyway? Who are you?"

"Where are you? Why don't you show yourself?"

- I am the Necklace of Nudity…

The mysterious voice finally revealed as he conversed without allowing her to speak:

- And the thought of any other adornment gracing your beautiful body…

Suddenly, the heat that she felt increased in intensity:

- Mortifies me!

She just knew if she took her clothes off, then this.... whatever it is... would freeze her. No matter what was she went, this was a fail to her mind. She did find that this increasing was starting to stir things inside, unable to understand why, but it was causing her to become aroused somehow.

"Fine, whatever..."

Not having any other choice in the matter, she finally stripped out of her clothes, feeling air kiss at her sweaty flesh.

"Now will you let me go? And get off of my neck?"

The Necklace of Nudity eased the heat she felt throughout her body as the clothes clinging to her sweaty body fell to the floor. The Voice of the Necklace waited to give his answer to her questions; perhaps he pondered on whether or not to actually free this girl:

- You may go….

As he said this, the nonexistent exit suddenly reappeared, but he also added the following:

- But you must abandon your clothes… and I must remain hanging upon your lovely neck….

In addition, before she had the chance to respond, he presented the following alternative to her:

- Or… you may stay in the cave… return me to where you found me…

While he spoke, the exit dematerialized once more as he continued:

- And select another treasure within the cave….

She did want to get rid of this necklace, not liking the way it controlled her choices in this situation. Abandoning her clothes wasn't an issue, she had more at home. She sat and watched as her door slowly began to disappear, losing her opportunity by the second. It was then she knew this necklace had no intention on letting her go.

The need to rid herself of this necklace was too great, so she put it back where she found it. Then raced to the door hoping to make it before it disappears completely, not wanting to pick another treasure. Deep down she knew she wouldn't make the door, there wasn't enough time.

For the moment, she refused to pick out another treasure, just happy to be rid of the necklace. Her only thought is to get out of this cave.

Despite her sanguine expectations, the cave mouth no longer existed when she reached the rock that magically appeared to stop her flight:

- You must choose another from the treasure!

A different voice boomed through the length of the tunnel.

She sighed heavily as her escape plan failed, knowing it would anyway. The booming voice startled her, when she glared around seeing nothing she would want. She eventually picked up something simple, a silver ring with amethyst studs in it.

"There, I picked something, now let me out."

she demanded.

The Ring of Rapture came to life from his dormancy once he felt flesh sliding against his silvery body. Soon, the amethysts surrounding his circumference glowed with lust as he manipulated the digits on Sasha’s hand to caress her nude figure:

- Yes...

Said the new voice as he explored her unclothed form with delight:

- If you play with yourself….

She was shaking her head no, wanting this to stop more than ever. Tried to get her hand to stop, having no control over it seemed, used her other hand to try and get the ring off. Just like the necklace, it didn't come off.

It couldn't be helped that her body was reacting to the touch of her own hand, but her mind was fighting it and she went to reach for her clothes, trying to put them back on.

When her hand closed upon the garments strewn about on the cave floor; a burning sensation instinctively caused her to loosen her grip. Meanwhile, the palm of her other hand rubbed her nipples to erection – kneading her breasts as she fought the impulse to massage her wet vulva – aching for fingers to penetrate her sultry cunt:

- You will be able to wear clothes when you satisfy yourself….

The voice indicated as more of her juices flowed out of her vagina – making her pubic hair moist and her inner thighs slippery with feminine ejaculate:

- I do not wish for you to suffer….

The Ring added as her clitoris emerged from her hood; longing for something stimulate her mistress to orgasm:

- Wouldn't it feel better if you gave in?

Being a virgin, she didn't quite know what to do about all this. The intensity of it all was building and quickly overwhelming her senses. Within moments she found herself in a corner, hesitant, and slowly spread her legs. Silent tears were threatening to break free, not understanding why this was happening.

The hand with the ring on it was the one that went between her legs, rubbing her fingers up and down the wet slit.

"Please, I don't want to do this...."

Her body told a different story though, reacting to her own touch.

- But I insist…

The Ring of Lust responded as his mastery of her digits made her middle finger plunge into her vagina. Soon, her ring and index fingers joined her middle finger in stretching her passage while her palm rubbed the clitoris that eagerly rose out of her hood. Drenched in her juices, the Ring savored her virginal essence as her hand strained the delicate structure of her maidenhead:

- That you climax for me!

against her will she climaxed, groaning and gasping at the feel of it, shuddering to what her fingers were doing. The noises of lust and her scent filled the room.

It left her sitting on the floor with her juices drooling into a puddle on the floor, coating her fingers and gasping to catch her breath.

- Now

The Ring purred as he allowed her masturbating hand to linger over her drenched pussy:

- Surely you must have enjoyed…

He added as he then encouraged her to massage her outer lips with both her hands:

- Making your pussy cum!

Meanwhile, as her fingers kneaded her labia (wet with the ejaculate that freely flowed from her last paroxysm) her clitoris pushed out of her hood, which pleasantly found a thumb or two rub against as the Ring of Rapture suggested:

- And I think…

The Ring observed as he spurred her digits to vigorously stir her loins to another climax:

- You need another orgasm!

She screamed out another orgasm almost instantly after her fingers moved against her will, never really coming down from the first climax, she was still sensitive and it didn't take much.

Her legs were trembling as more of her juices pooled to the floor, she tried to remove her hands and close her legs, but it felt too good and it became a losing battle.

She tried to speak, to get it to stop, however, her words were mere groans and lustful cries. Her body began to beg for more as her hips moved towards relentless fingers.

As her paroxysms melded together into one unending climax that continually transported her to an eternal state of coital bliss, the Ring of Rapture guided her thumbs through the space between her inner and outer lips. The clitoris that lay in the middle of her massaging digits throbbed in ecstatic quivers – growing ever larger as the erect nub initiated orgasms from the slightest of sensations:

- Yes… you deserve more….

The Ring soothingly said as his metallic body resonated from the frequent quickening of her lustful body:

- Allow me to assist you…

In addition to his vibrations, which stimulated her loins in such a pleasingly novel fashion, the amethysts set on his silvery body radiated an arousing heat that facilitated the onset of her carnal spasms:

- In your quest to cum… forever!

Raynie didn't want to admit how good this felt, the sudden vibrations overwhelmed her senses, making it impossible to deny how much she truly enjoyed it. Though, her body was tiring quickly from all the relentless quaking and orgasms.

It was quickly becoming very difficult to breath, the air felt thin all the sudden forcing her to pant and gasp for air.

Sweat was covering her flesh, the more stress her body went through, the tougher it became to keep going.

"I.... I .. need...... I need rest.... please..... I can't....breathe..."