Captive yet free

[papillon24]

The moon was silent in the distance yet so was all. I love the night. I was safe in the darkness. But tonight was different than the rest. Somthing was coming or rather someone.

I have run through these woods for as long as I can remember. I was abandoned by my parent as they fled from the kings army so very long ago. That all I remember. My only family now is the pack of wolves I run with. They took me in and kept me safe fromthose who hunted me. There was another like me. He was my mate. We grew up together and then became one.

He is no longer a part of us. Lost from the pack. I do miss him so. The castle guards found him while he was hunting for our meal.

The castle still hunts me and the pack. And i can hear them in the distance with their horses and dogs. Why would they want me. Maybe it is the princes doing. I say him once from afar but that was a mistake. since then the hunts are every night.

In the distance I can see their torches and they have spotted me. I take off into the darkness. They catch up quickly with their horses and dogs. I feel somthing being thrown over my head and I'm knocked to the ground. I can't move. i can feel the pocking and proding of the soldiers touching my bare skin and pulling at my blond hair.

What is to happen to me? I can't even fight. there are too many on them.

OOC: I need a few strong writers for this one. for now I need an officer who is going to take control of the situation and eventually deliver the "wild woman" to the prince.

This should only have 3 or 4 writers max
PM me if your interested

 

[Swashbuckler]

Lothaire, Warden to his Highness and Master of the Hunt

I slung myself down from my horse and strode over to the fidgetting body in the net. The bodys of my henchmen cleared as I aproached. I saw the most unique thing I had ever seen, golden locks haphazard and greasy with dirt, slightly draping the naked form of an exquisite girl bound exquisitely in the net. Perfect breasts capped with rosey nipples, erect with fear and chill. Toes kicking through gaps in the net in wild futility. The scene was spectacular. I knelt close, and then I saw the most beautiful thing of all. The eyes filled with terror and rage, not of a girl, but of a wolf. "Torch!" I barked with a hoarse rasp.

The light gathered close and the flames came between our faces, she gasped as she focused on my face. No doubt the opaqued left eye perching upon the long crushed cheekbone and centered on the wide scar that ran from my hairline where my blackhair had grown white out of the scar that ran down across the eye and cheek. More than one axe to take this head. I adjusted my cloak to reveal the burnscars of the noose on my throat, "Yes, my wolf," I rasp barely above a whisper in the night air. "You are not nearly as tenacious as I," I whisper as I stare into her wild eyes. Licking my lips I run my one good eye over her deliscious body.

Slinging her netted form over my shoulder and feeling her ineffectual kicks and claws, ignoring her primal shreiks as I return to my horse. "That will be all," I bark to the men, "take the dogs and return. I shall see that she is prepared and delivered to his highness,... personally." The last word hisses from my lips as I run a powerful hand over the netted ass perched on my shoulder. Slapping a perfect cheek loudly before unceremoniously dumping her tangled body across my saddle, I whisper to her, "The payment for delivery will not equal the reward of preparation, eh my little wolf?" The night air was ripped by my coarse hoarse laughter.

 

[papillon24]

I felt the hands from all around. I couldn't have been caught. I was
smarter than them. I fought the best I could through the net. I was is
quite the tangle.

thats when I saw him. The leader of his pack. He was strange to me, with
his dark hair only highlighted with a strand of white. He intriguged me, but
yet I hated him. i reached for him with my claws and snapped at him with my
teeth. I could feel the heat of the torched all around me. And with all
that the men left and I was heaved like a sack over his shoulder,
effortlessly.

I was too angry to scream, until I felt a slap accross my bottom. I thrashed
as well as I could trying to free myself from the knots in the net. I could
feel my hair wrapping around the net.

How would this come out. Where was this man taking me. Delivery? I didn't
understand. I felt myself relax and lean into him. The air was cold and
chilled me throught.

"Sir, where might you be taking me?" I asked in a harsh voice. I felt a
slight jump of surprise come from his body. I guess he was a bit shocked I
could speak.

 

[MartinMars00]

The crisp night air seemed to crack as the voice of my wolf girl sliced a path to my ears, from my ears to my brain to be translated and digested. Could it be? This wild eyed wolf can speak, but can she be tamed? "My wild little wolf girl can speak? That is quite a pleasant surprise."

As my horse strode down a hill approaching a stream, I thought my captive may relax and enjoy a sip of water, since I had snared her even faster than I thought I would. "If you really want to know, maybe you will enjoy a sip of water to quench your thurst." But as the words slipped from my lips I felt a slight shiver from my hostage, and realized now would be a good time to remove a travel blanket from my saddle bags. I will deliver my catch to the Prince, but I will deliver her safely and warmly. Did he know she could speak, I wondered...

She had not answered, but I would not tell her where she was going, until I could understand a little more about what had happened to her. How did she end up in the wolf pack? Maybe my kind act would loosen her up a little. As I dismounted and turned to my saddle bags, again her magical eyes caught mine and time seemed to be as trapped as she.

Slowly removing the blanket, my arm brushed past her naked breast through the net, and did I imagine it or did she let out a slight purr. I lifted her from my horse and placed her on the rocky bank of the stream. As I unfolded my blanket and started to toss it over her, I caught a glimpse of the beauty that was engulfed by the rough animal exterior of my little wolf.

"So my little friend, how is it that you came to live amoung the wolves?"

 

[Swashbuckler]

Lothaire

OOC:
Excuse me, MartinMars, but the guy on the horse is my charcater. There are other openings availible, perhaps you should check with Pappilion and join up at the next oppertunity for a new character.

That said, I hope there are no hard feelings as I am posting where it was left off before you interupted in my place, Swash.




IC:
The wench's speach makes me reign in the horse and stop with a jolt. I can hardly believe it. "By all the devils of night!" I rasp. "You speak, witch?!? Well, this will be even more interesting than I had anticipated." I rasp softly as I urge my horse on slowly, letting the reigns whip across my prize's bare and netted back. I reach down and pull her head upward slighlty by gathering a fist full of hair and net, "Don't be to frightened, my little witch-wolf," I hasrshly rasp in her face, "you'll not be permanently damaged. At least not by my hand." I add as I drop her head roughly and smack a skyward pointing and succulent cheek with a heavy palm. As I press on, I can not help but massage and work the flesh of those cheeks. Bound in the net as she was, she struggled in a futile effort at this. Her thrashings became worse and cause my horse to snort in protest as I slide a finger down her smooth crack and then lower to dip into her, all too humanly, sweet oriface.

After instilling in her a violent reaction, I withdraw the now greased digit to my waiting mouth. More delicious than I could have hoped for. Wild thoughts ran through my mind as we slowly picked our way back through the woods. Visions of how this wench could have satisfied such a willing oriface in the company of wolves. Visions of how I could subdue her for my own. These I pushed out of my mind. She was the Prince's flesh, he could serve it as he chose fit. I was to be well paid for my efforts, perhaps this would include her when he tired of her. Grinning I swatted her backside hard and spurred the horse on at a dangerous gallop through the night's gloom of the forest.

Finally we reached the gates, I reigned in the horses at the edge of the moat. I barked to the darkshrouded battlements. "'Tis I, Lothaire, Warden to his highness! Open the gates!" I heard no response, save the grinding of rusting chains and creaking timbers as the drawbridge haltingly descended. Before it came to rest on the damp earth I urged my stallion into a leap. The witch-wolf shrieked as the hooves landed on the bridge with four heavy thumps. I surged forward, having to duck low and press my weight heavy onto the wench's bare back to miss the sharp iron points of the portcullis as I thundered into the courtyard.

I ran the stallion hard right to the gaol. Upon reaching it I reigned up the horse to a sharp stop. A guard rushed forward and took the reigns. The netted body I let slip into a heap at his feet. The young man swore in disbelief at the heavenly she-devil at his feet. Slapping his cheek hard as I dis mounted I barked in his ear, "That prize is for his highness! Now stable my horse, boy!" With that I grabbed a handfull of net and pulled the hapless creature across the stones to the iron door to the gaol tower. "Open in the name of his highness!" I rasped at the tiny, dark, and barred window. The familiar rustle of keys and squeak of metal as the door pushed open. Stepping forward boldly into the dim flickering light of the guard post, "Take her to The Inquisition Chamber" I barked as I pulled her in. "Continuing in a quieter rasp, I caution the two guards, "Do not remove the net, do not look her in the eye, I will deal with her myself momentarily." Turning abruptly to a sergeant-at-arms, "Have a bath of hot water prepeared." Glancing down at the sweet creature at my feet, "Bring some perfumes and oils as well." I stop and look into the eyes of the shocked guards and send them scurrying like rats to carry out my orders.

I pour myself a flagon of mead fromthe cask before setting off upo the stairs to my favorite chamber, passing the two guards who had fettered her away, I rasped in one's ear, "Give me three hours then fetch his highness." He knodded in both confusion and fear as I slid my key into the lock and turned it.

Entering the large chamer I saw her, still netted and hanging from the rafters by chains manacled to her wrists. The walls were decorated with tongs, lashes, pokers, and other impliments for loosening tongues were scattered about in the shadows cast by torches. I whip out a dagger from the confines of my cloak and cross the cold stone floor towards her. She screamed breifly, but then quieted as I simply sliced away the net. How beautiful she was here in my power. Looking her up and down I stepped back and licked my lips. I could feel myself rising to boil beneathe my leather breeches. "So," I asked in a whispering rasp, "what should I do with you now, my little witch?"

 

[papillon24]

So there I was, just haning there helpless. his eyes were as sharp as the dager he held ing his hand. I couldn't help but to fight. nothing good came from the baldes of man. I felt the cool metal of the dagger against my skin as he cut cut the net away. Relief.

Finally free, well in one way. I shook my hair from my face to get a better look at him.

Thoughts of torture flowed through my head. Woud I ever see the pack again? What if my love was out there and I was here?
I was suposed to running free. not tied up here as the plaything of another.

I struggled trying to free my wrists. Nothing. Only a evil laugh escaped his lips.

" I will never sucumb to you or anyone!" I shouted.

I felt his hand slapp accross my face almost knowcking me out.

"What is your purpose for doing this to me? I need to be free!"

 

[Swashbuckler]

"Oh-ho," I croaked, "so, you must be free, eh?" I eyed her for a moment before continuing in a whispered hissing rasp of crumbling paper. "You, must be trained, little one." I stepped very near to her so that she could feel my breath on her cheek, and said, "I am very good with breaking even the strongest of wills." I let the flat of the blade ride down her skin from throat to her wooly down. The combination of fear and hatred rising as I went. I stepped back behind her, giving her ass a loud slap with the flat of the blade as I went. "Now, where should we begin, my little witch?" I asked in a hushed rasp, more to myself than her, as I surveyed the impliments at my disposal.

Making sure to keep mysefl out of her sight I returned my dagger to its sheathe and selected a fine braided and barbed cat from the wall, quietly as possible. The leather creaked and the tails rustled silently, just enough to arouse her well trained ears. I saw her twisting to see the noise and I struck. The cat flashed in the corner of her eye just as it bit the firm flesh of her thigh. The wench yelped like a mistreated dog and struggled with her tether. Just managing to start herself spinning so that the next blow made a crimson criss-cross on her stomache. One of the strands dipped low across her pubis and she seemed to go as wild as the caged wolf she was. I swung the cat again.

This went on for sometime, she had unrelenting stamina for a woman female, and I had painted her skin well. She was panting and dripping with sweat, her smoldering eyes half closed, just hanging now. I could not continue without refreshment myself. So, I walked close behind her, she stiffened for the lash once again. She was denied this as I slid my impatently throbbing flesh from my breeches and into her smoldering hot canal. Her eyes shot open, just as her quim opened effortlessly to my new assault. I had to grab both of her legs to keep her from swinging away from my pole. "See how delicious you are, my little witch?" I rasped in her ear. Each word accompanied by a deep thrust to hammer their meaning home to her dripping, heated hole. My clothing roughing her whip streaked flesh as I pounded her, hard and slow. "You must learn to serve, my little bitch," I croaked and pumped. "I've half a mind to let you down, but if I do, you must promise to be a good wolf," I informed her. Rasping in low whispered tones, my words attempting to hide the effect her sweet lupine pussy was having upon me, "What say you, witch-wolf?" I asked in time to my slow, poerful thrusts.

 

[papillon24]

I could feel his breath against my cheeck as he threatened.

I could hear the creaking of leather from behind and then the blow hit. I squirmed at the first sting of the leather against my thigh. The next on my stomach. I could feel the hot tears well up in my eyes as the stings came faster upon my body. No, I would not give in. I held back the tears and fought the urge to scream.

He stoped and moved closer. I relaxed for the pain hade ceased. His arms stroked m sides and I could hear the sound of metal and cloth. With one movement he was in me and had my legs held firmly in his hands. His thrusts were hard and fast. I kicked and struggled but it was really no use. I relaxed my body and let him take me. I allowed the waves of pleasure rush through me as his thrust came faster and faster. I could feel the heat rise with in my body as his pounding got harder and harder. I felt his hands tracing over the welts from his whipping leaving a burning trail wherever he touched. I struggled a bit but nothing help as he throughly fucked my pussy.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Lothaire

She would not or could not respond to my words as I hammered her. Exhaustion, shock, fear, more likely it was her pride. She was slick and burning, recieving my penetration. I wondered if this was confusing to her human mind, or if the instincts of her lupine conditioning had encouraged this response? Not that it mattered, it was superb. These thoughts mulled through my mind as I enjoyed her flesh fully, erupting deep into her.

I let go of her legs and stepped away. I gave one of her ipples a quick pinch as I walked to the back wall and released the slack on the chain dropping her to the floor in a heap. I croaked an apreciative laugh at her ungraceful landing on the stones as I secured the chain once more. "Bring the bath!" I barked at the door. With an audible creaking noise it opened and a scury of guards and one chamber maid shuffled in nervously. They bore rags, basins, and pitchers. Other items to groom and oil her. "Clean her up, do something with her hair." I rasped to the throng as I slowly replaced my slick and satisfied flesh. To one of the guards I whispered threateningly to his ear, "Prepare her for his highness, don't do anything that would land you in her place." He nervously saluted, and I noted the sweat breaking on his brow as if I had read his mind. In truth I had read the bulges that all the guards were sporting below thier weapons belts.

The chambermaid was atending to brushing through the witches wilderness of golden locks. As I passed her I slipped a hand down beneathe her blouse and squeazed her breast briefly, "Make sure she is pleasing to his highness, lest you should be joining her," I cautioned the wench as I rolled her nipple lightly between two fingers, she inhaled sharply but offered no response apart from a bowed head. Releasing her I stepped through the door shutting it behind me, expecting that my orders would be forgotten shortly. I smiled coldly at that as I set off to awake his highness.

Arriving outside his highness' bedchambers I could hear that he was far from sleep within. Tow guards slid their spears across the doors at my aproach, "Lothaire to see his highness on a matter of greatest urgency!" I rasped to the guards coldly. "His highness has ordered that no one is to disturb his rest, Lord Warden, I am sorry," one of the guards said flatly, having to raise his voice over the cries coming from the oppisite side of the door. I moved very close to the guard before rasping, "Open this door, or I will be forced to inform his highness that the reason his prize of the hunt was denied him, was you!" The guards eyes widened in understanding, the spears parted quickly and I flung the doors open announcing in a loud crackling rasp, as I fell to a knee taking in the breathe taking scene before me, "I have captured the wolf-woman, your highness!"

 

[papillon24]

I felt his hot burst within mw and he quickly pulled out. I relaxed my body. i could feel the heaving of my chest.

I felt the chain around my wrist loosen and my body crumple to the floor. I got up in a crouch to look around. the serveants struggled to keem me still and they succed.

He was gone. I felt warm water accross my back soothing the welts whiich were burning with pain. I soft brush pased trought my hair in attempt to untangle the mess. I soft sponge traced accroos my thighs and up my stomach.

Thats why I was so weak, no food. I felt my breast scrubbed down and my body dried.

Perfumend oils were massaged into my skin and a thin jeweled collar was strapped to my neck. There they attache a chain linked leash. What was to happen now. Wasn't what happend enough. I longed for the open run with the pack. I could hear them from the woods calling me in what most would only hear as a howl. They were trying to find me. Calling me to come back.


My thoughts were interupted by by a shove onto my hands and knees.

 

[Frambois]

The Prince

I am impatient for pleasure. the world exists only to please me.
Why must I wait.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Lothaire

"Your Highness," I rasp softly, "your prize awaits you in the tower." With a perfuntcuary glance to the hapless serving wench in distress in his bedchamber I add, "She is quite rough, but she is being well groomed for you as we speak. She will need extensive,...conditioning, that I am sure your highness can provide," I hiss. With a cruel excited smile, "With your highness' permission, shall I lead the way?"

 

[papillon24]

I could feel the breathing of the slaves around me as they fitted shackles to my ankles. I guess another precaution. I struggled to try and free myself from their rough touch. I was startled by the sound of the lock being fiddled with. Now what, who could be coming to torture me now.

I felt one of the slaves pull me up by my hair to disply me to whoever was to walk through the door.

 

[Somme]

'Lead on, Master Huntsman',I say, and we climb the steps to the tower room. Entering, it is obvious that the waif is, indeed, enchanting. Thin and in need of sustenance, but nontheless a prize of the hunt.
'Do clear the chamber, master, of these', indicating the various lackeys,'...and cast off her chains, excepting that of her collar.
The chambermaid stays.'

So this is mine, damaged as she is. I tell the chambermaid to fetch a few morsels from the kitchen and turn again to my prize.

It was to be expected that she be whipped; I would have rather had her undamaged and I wonder how many of the uncouth oafs have had her.

I look at her eyes noting the mixture of defiance and fear. 'Good, she is alive. A spirited one', I think and I turn to the window and await the maid.

Oh, this view, this vista of possession. I turn again to her as the maid enters, laden with food.

'Eat', I command.

The waif views the elegant fare; is it co-incidence that the neck chain is too short.
She struggles briefly with outstretched hands and I take a drumstick from a platter.

It is most definately true that the provider has power. She snatches at the meat and the back handed blow throws her onto a low divan where she sprawls, half stunned and her limbs awry. My god, this spirit is a pleasure.

The drumstick. 'Oh measures of pleasure', and I sit by her and turn her dazed body onto her stomach. She whimpers. I trace a finger over the diverse wealts on her skin, feeling small shudders from her. Good. She knows. The small bottom in front of my eyes gives a little heave and I am able to see her naked loins. How delightful this is. I stroke the buttocks and the wealts thereon, and gently part them to see her anus. I am pleased that she has been so well groomed, but I am aware that this passage will need some attention. I indicate to the maid to bring me the platter.
Take oil, wench, and put some here', indicating the puckered and quivering arse. I stroke her and then slowlyy insert my finger just past the tight muscle. I was right, this shall have some attention.
I inspect the maids fingers and they please me well. I tell her to do as I have done and she squats by us, also slowly inserting her finger. She has lowered eyes. Good.

I return my attentions to my prize and stroke the inner thighs with the drumstick, then, using it to part the soft lips I insert it into the vagina into which it slides with no resistance.

'God damn my people', I think. 'She has already been ravaged.'

I take the maids finger out of the girls hole and turn her, drumstick and all on her back. I take the drumstick and thrust it at her.
'Eat', I command again. You are of no use to me dead.

 

[papillon24]

I could smell the food from a mile away. It had been days since I had eaten. I reached for the food but could bearly reach. I felt a slap and hands running over my welts. I felt hands playing with my ass. I struggled to get away, but where was there to go. I was tied down.

I felt something being inseterd in me but it was diferent. It was the meat.

He then got up and threw it at me. I quickly jumped up and backed in crouch as far as the cain would let me.

The meat just sat there. I felt my mouth start to water and couldn't help but jumping at the meat and devouring it.

"What do you want with me? Why am I here? You will never own me. I should be free." Then I realized that I was about to get slapped again.

I backed away. I sat curled up and let my mine wander. I had to escape this horror somehow. I thought of the days when I was happy with my mate before he got too close to the humans. I wish he was here. Probably dead by now. I longed for his touch. His gental eyes, so different from these men who ha brought me here.

I snapped out of my thoughts. I had to ask. I must find out where he was for my own sanity.

"There is another like me human, but with the nature of the wolf. Where is he? Was it you who took him away from me?"

 

[Swashbuckler]

Lothaire

At his highness' command I nodded and the room was cleared immiediately. I watched from the chamber door as his highness inspected his prize. I forced the pleased smile from crossing my lips, at his highness' aparent pleasure at the witch-wolf welp.

Opening the door and letting the chamber maid in with the food, I watched as I closed the door with growing interest at the investigations of her flesh his highness was taking. I nodded knowingly as I watched him enthusiastically explore her tiny exit, I had expected no less. It was well known that this was one of his prize entrances.

Of course he turned the chamber maid into his assistant, and I wondered how many times she too had been oiled for his pleasure? How pleased she must feel to be oiling another lowly creature? My musings were stirring me as he turned her over. Then through the drumstick. I had half thoguht he would have ravaged her with it fully first, no matter.

I watched her eyes glaze over as if she was fleeing in her mind, if not in body. I wondered if his highness noticed. Surely he would, I thought. Either that or it would fall to me later to remind her of her attempted escape and bring her back to reallity through pain, and my pleasure.

 

[Somme]

Lothairs' pleasure...

...and the maids' pain.
Oh, it is clear that the whelp has been bitten...& will be ravaged more by my Master Huntsman, good man that he is...
But our sport is this cub, and it must be stronger.
'See that she is clothed...from the waste up. See that she has enough to eat and that she is washed daily. We will see to her within the next day or two...'I say to Lothario and the maid...'and see to it' Is say with steel in my voice,'..that noone else either come here or touch her.'

 

[papillon24]

I could hear the voices from around me. How could I not. Everything aroung me echoed a bit. I released the meat from my hands and looked up. I felt hands grabbing at me and the feel of course fabric touchmy skin. I struggled to be free of it but it overtook me. I could feel the tight courset constricting my breathing. I looked down to find my breasts slightly pushed up.

they had left nothing to cover from the waist down. i couln't understand why. I struggled to get it off but the more I moved, the more the collar restrained me.

I hunched back as far away as the chain would let me. I slipped back into my dream world. I let the memories of my love and I dance through my head.

 

[Swashbuckler]

I followed his highness' instructions carefully. She was bathed, tunicked, and fed. I was very strict with the guards and the chamber maids who cared for her that no one was to interfere with his highness' new pet. The fear if not of my wrath, that of the Prince was more than enough to sway any thoughts of dalliences from the ale sodden minds of the oxen that made up his highness' guards.

I waited biding my time for his highness to return, to see what would come of her at his hand. I was at something of a loss as to the dreamlike trans the witch would keep herself in. As if she was not there in soul or mind. Those we could not torment or shackle. It was intriguing to watch, in my checkings upon her. Stopping by to bring her some sustenance. Letting the chamberwenches into bathe the witch and to guard against her escape or ill-behavior to the women who cared for her. I was never quite sure that her placid eyes. So much like those of a dog; farmilly rabid, now docile and soft. But what embers of the wolf remained unseen in their dark depths?

This little one intrigued me more and more every passing hour, I was forced to admit it to myself. I knew that it was more than her exposed legs that intrigued me, as succulent as they were. The hunter and the warrior in me called out to know what secrets glazed those eyes and kept her from weeping or fighting at every turn. The advesaries of my darkened soul were hiding in wait for me from behind those eyes. I wondered many an hour, if his highness, had seen it as well. If he had, how would he deal with it? If he had not...?

'This vexing vixen. Questions, questions, round and round,' I thought to myself draining a flagon of mead. With my feet upon my desk at the bottom of the tower. I looked up to the celing, as if stone would give way to my sight. To perhaps see the witch-wolf, her lovely legs, her glazing eyes, her contentment at confinement as if she were not here at all. But I saw only stone, and waited.