Caught in the night (open)

[katalynn]

OOC ~ I would like to try and restart, Not sure where this will go, Or if anyone will be interested. But just something I thought about.


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Last thing Rajani remembers is sleeping out in the cove where she always went to get away from daily life. She is a princess with a ton of reasponsibilties, for her father died only a few days ago and her brother, Dameon, took the throne. This put more on her beceause her brother is still to young to be responsible of a kingdom. Her brother is 19, Rajani is 25.

Dameon didn't care about the people, hell he didn't want to be King to begin with. His sister stole his heart, be he never once said anything of the kind. Dameon meant well most the time, but his actions never showed it. He put fear into everyone around him, cept for Rajani, she was to strong to fear anyone. She did everything for this Kingdom and let Dameon take all the credit, made him look good when everyone was talking about him.

Now, a year later, Dameon was out on a long road trip, war has been called upon him and as always, he was the start of it. He has been gone for only three days. Rajani on the other hand, is bound somewhere, her wrist bound together with a single rope tied to a hook above her head, bound at the ankles on two pegs in the ground to spread her legs. Toes barely touched the floor, Rajani woke like this, blindfolded and sore from the position. Having no idea how long she had been like this, but someone knew she was here for there would be someone that kept her clean and fed, though as yet to release her from the agonizing position.

Rajani was very beautiful, even more beautiful to the one who kept her like this. Deep red hair braided down almost to her buttocks, having the most innocent looking green eyes. Slender body for now was unharmed, very toned standing 5'7 with legs that never end. Full bust that was perfect for her frame, which stood out very prompt within the stretch. Rajani's body glistened within the firelight for the one who washed her rubbed some oil all over her to keep her skin shiny. Rajani was a very good find for she was a very rare elf, her people were all woodland elves, but she was of mixed blood.

Rajani heard sounds of someone entering, all she could do was assume it was her caretaker... Then again the sounds didn't sound like the sounds she had grown used to...

 

[LongshanksSierra]

Arcturus took a long moment to look over the girl hanging before him. Her head was upright, indicating she was conscious at the moment. Her back was to him though and she was blindfolded, so she could only hear what was going on. And her ears were probably straining for every noise.

Arturus was (let's not mince words) a mercenary. He hired out his skills, as considerable as they were, for whoever could pay his price. Afterall it does take one with a bit of talent to sweep up a royal princess and get away without a trace. He was tall, slim (as a warrior should be, lean and hungry), and roughend from a hard life. In honesty he was probably not much older than the girl before him (the date of his birth was in dispute, as was the identity of his parents), but he hadn't lived a soft and pampered life. His hands were rough and calloused from years wielding a sword, and scars crossed a few locations on his body. His hair was cropped short, and his eyes clear and light blue.

This would pay well, all he really had to do was hold her here for a few weeks at the most. The reasons she needed to dissappear did not concern him only that she needed to survive and remain reasonably unharmed.

Such smooth skin, he thought to himself as he watched the firelight glisten off her lightly. 'Unharmed' was so loose a definition. Arturus stripped off his heavy leather guantlets and stepped forward, his footsteps those of a wasp on plate glass. He tossed his guantlets aside as he reached out and brushed a few loose strands of that burning red hair from her shoulder. His fingers hesitated on the smooth skin at the back of her neck, and traced a faint line down her shoulder blade.

He didn't want to say anything just yet, let her mind jump where it will at the moment.

 

[katalynn]

Rajani

It was so quiet, to quiet only sound was the breathing behind her. Flinched when he began to walk towards her, the sound of something hitting the ground. Suddenly a touch came, it was so light and delicate, clearly a mans touch by the slight roughness of the skin on his fingers.

"Let me go......."

Whispered out, pulling on the rope that held her hands in an attempt to escape him. The touch of his tracing fingers sent shocks into her nerves, feeling she couldn't understand. Straining to close her legs to keep the feeling at bay.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

"Let me go......."

She tugged at the ropes binding her wrists, pulling away from his touch.

He grinned. He didn't know why those words amused him so much. Maybe it was the power. Maybe it was the restructuring of worlds, a princess begging a street-thug.

"Let you go?" he chuckled softly. "Let you go? Why should I do that." He kept his voice low. "You've only just arrived. It would be impolite for you to run off so quickly." He walked around her, slowly circling as he talked. "I'd ask if you were comfortable, but we both know the answer to that question. And until we get to know each other better, I'm afraid you'll have to stay that way."

He stopped in front of her, taking her chin in his hand and turning her head to both sides as if appraising her. "Do you have any elf in your blood?" he asked. "Your features are a little sharp for a full-blooded human." He stepped closer to her, bringing his face next to hers. Her hair still smelled slightly like some exotic fruit, probably from sort of soap or perfume. It was actually rather pleasant. "Tell me, and be honest, what are you really afraid of at this moment?"

 

[LongshanksSierra]

ooc: just trying to delete a double post...

 

[katalynn]

Tried to shake or pull her head back, weak anger look washed over her eyes. Refusing to answer his questions, mainly because having him so close was confusing her senses. Shes been in this position, being so exposed to anything, the air kissing at every inch of her skin drove her wild inside.

Heart was racing as he was close enough to kiss, shes never been so close to a male before, was never allowed to till she was wed. Plus always being busy never gave her the time to get close.

"I'm afraid of ..... of your touch.... Release me... I don't belong here.. I've done nothing wrong.."

It was clear by the soft tone of her voice she hasn't spoken since being here, probably hasn't had a drink for sometime. Trying to gain some strength to fight against the ropes, twisting her hands and rubbing the rope raw into her wrists.

"I don't wish to be here.... I demand that you release me..."

 

[LongshanksSierra]

"I know," he said, his voice actually sounding something between sympathetic and understanding. "I know you don't wish to be here, and I know you've done nothing wrong." Het let go of her chin and moved so he was standing next to her, his body pressing alongside hers. He slid an arm around her waist and rested on hand lazily on her hip, his fingers brushing her skin lightly.

"Unfortunately," he continued, "You do belong here," He brought his other hand up next to her face and traced a finger gently down her earlobe, stroking it softly as he spoke. "You see, I captured you. You're my prisoner, or guest if you prefer, that does sound nicer. Anyway, until I decide to change that, you do in fact belong here. You belong to me."

"I'm curious as to why my touch frightens you." His finger moved from her ear to her lips, and continued the soft exploration. "Is it that you're afraid of being hurt? Or is it you're afraid that you're enjoying yourself?"

 

[katalynn]

Despite the heat that was in room a shiver run up her spine, her goal of trying to break free of the ropes was being deminshed as he traced her face. It was almost relaxing her of how his fingers were gently touching her face.

"I don't fear pain.... I fear your touch because...."

Really didn't want to admitt to this, not wanting to give him any sastifaction. Strained to fight against what he was making her feel, confusing her thoughts and focus. So many thoughts were running in and out, her fear, his touch. Why and for how long was she to remain here? What did this man have in his own thoughts for her future?

"I belong to no one.... What purpose do I have for being here? If I've done nothing wrong, then why must I stay here?"

Unwillingly to admitt such a thing, least of all to the that captured her. More he traced her face and neck, less she fought against the ropes as this strange feeling started to wash over her. Making her ache in places she couldn't understand.

"Because .. I've never been....."

Began to whispered quietly her confession, knowing he would hear it no matter how quiet she spoke as the tears faught to break free. For she also knew that he would get great pleasure off this information, but there was a tinge of hope that it would also allow her freedom.

"Never been touched...."

 

[LongshanksSierra]

"Well, you must stay here because, as I've already said, you're my prisoner. And as my prisoner, you must stay where I want you to stay." His fingers left her face for a moment as his hand glided up her arm. "Now, since I can't trust you to stay here on your own, we have to take certain steps. " His fingers interleaced with her own before tugging slightly, demonstratively, on her restraints. "Now you don't have to ask why you're tied up."

His hand returned to her face, gently letting his fingers brush her cheek. He stepped around so he was behind her, but kept his body tight against hers.

"Now," he said as he laid his chin on her shoulder. "If you've never been touched before," his hand that had been resting on her hip slid slowly across her stomach. His fingers began to slowly circle her navel. "There must be several things in life you've never experienced before."

 

[katalynn]

Rajani

Couldn't help herself has her face slowly began to follow his hands' trace, a moment of hope and fear raced through her when he reached up to the rope at her hands. Whimpering when he tugged on her hands, she tried to gripped his with her fingers, but they were so numb that her grip was even weaker.

"No.... please.... I won't run away... I don't even know where I am... Where will I run to?"

that soft touch interrupted her thoughts once more, breaking a moan from her lips as his finger traced her belly. Making her flinch every so often when it tickled, yet it felt to good to giggle or laugh from it. Thats when the tears broke as well, she knew he had won, being to weak to fight back. Also the fact that he wasn't hurting her made it that much harder to fight back.

"I ..... don't understand.... Why are you doing this? I don't wish to feel these things.... I-I--"

a pleasurable whimper escaped when his hand began to explore more, causing her squirm against his body. Wetness and a great ache was growing with each passing second between her legs. Tried her best to struggle and close her legs to no avail.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

Her squirming and gyrations under his touch began to take on more of a different nature. Her whimpering and moaning seemed less threatend. Her smooth and freshly oiled skin was hot under his fingers, and it didn't seem entirely due to the fire. He felt his own desire for her growing, not in a mental way, which it had been until now, but in a real and physical need.

He felt her legs twitch and her hips were shivering slightly. He ran his fingers up her cheek, over her temple, and through her hair. "We find ourselves at a great dilemma, well two actually. The first is while you say you don't want this, I think that you do." His fingers on her stomach tapped slightly. "The second," his fingers began to stroke in small vertical lines. "Is north?" He brought his hand up her stomach slightly, nearing her sternum. "Or south?" He dropped his hand back down over her belly reaching down to her lower abdomen.

 

[katalynn]

Slowly her breathing picked up with each touch of his fingers, tried not to but a purr let free when his fingers ran through her hair.

"Please... don't do this..... just set me free.."

she moaned out when his fingers went up and down her front, trying to decide on where he wanted to them to go first. Deep down she wanted him to go *south* where it was aching the most. But of course, she would never let him know this.

Bit her lower lip as her leg began to tremble and her whole body tense against him. Never thought a touch could bring so much feeling, so much need from within. His hot breath kissing her neck drove it to a higher level, making her body greedy for his touch despite what her mind wanted.

"Please.... I beg of you...."

 

[LongshanksSierra]

Did she just purr? He wrapped his arm around and through hers in order to grant him better access for his fingers running through her hair and massaging her scalp. He nuzzled up close to the other side of her head, blowing a soft breath down her neck and placing his lips next to her ear.

"If you've never been touched before, " adding emphasis to the word, "Then perhaps it's best just to jump right in." His teeth latched onto her earlobe and held it slightly.

His fingers slid down her stomach over her abs and trailed back to the left, sliding down her left thigh. He left one finger on her leg and pulled up and in, traveling slowly on the inside of her thigh. He felt her breath quicken, her chest was pumping shallowly. He assumed he had guessed right and felt a grin touch his lips. His finger moved agonizingly slow as it neared the cleft between her legs. He felt her muscles tighten, and her hips backed up into his body. His finger found the soft flesh of her lips, and the moisture already glistening there. "Oh my, princess," he whispered softly in her ear. "It looks like I was right. You are enjoying this." His finger brushed up one side, then down the other. Not invading yet, just ghosting along. She was hairless, and not just shaved but in a manner that indicated her elven blood had bred true. He added a second finger to the second and pressed harder, rubbing in small circles. He felt her tremble, let the pleasure of it wash over himself as well. "Just admit it your highness," he pasued his motions and let his fingers lift off a hairbredth up from her flesh. "You want me to continue."

 

[katalynn]

Purr'ed withouth thought when his fingers started working in her hair, melting in arms as this uncontrolable feeling washed over her thoughts. Tilting her head to the side allowing him to have more the tender flesh of her neck. Moaned deeply with his whispers, soft tone of his voice was so luring, hypnotic all she could do was bid to his wishes.

Gripped tightly at the rope of her hands, trying to pull away while his hand moved and slid up her thigh. Also it didn't help that the throbbing of her sex was increasing, anticiapting the first and instant touch. Tried to shake her head no, all that did was expose more of her neck. It was beyond hope at this point to fight him, she was tired, aching and weak from being in this position for so long, that this was just making her melt.

Faught to jerk her hips back at the sudden touch, a touch she was longing for. With him pressed against her, all her hips did were roll to his fingers, seeking to find comfort from them.
Fresh tears flowed down her cheek upon realizing that she did want him to continue, still, refused to admitt it. Refused to beg for it, to want it.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

She refused to answer him, perhaps was unable to. Her head lolled about next to his, soft moans pouring from her throat as his lips and teeth played over ear and neck. He lifted his hand away from her slightly, taunting her, testing her. His fingers in her hair gipped lightly at her head as she moaned softly. He didn't ask again, didn't need to. He concentrated instead at pulling the smooth skin at the nape of her neck into his mouth.

Suddenly her hips rolled forward and reestablished the contact between his fingers and her sex. It was all the answer he really needed. He continued his ministrations, rolling his fingers over her, playing with her hot flesh. He would trace lines, straight, curved, or zig-zag across her lips, always moving closer and closer to invasion but never reaching it. Occasionaly he would spread her between his fingers and let the moisture coat him, but would not venture further. Not yet. She had her pride still, by a thread but she still had it. The chase was well worth it.

His own desire was increasing, felt it building and growing in intensity. For a moment he considered stopping, pulling away and disrobing, allowing him the feel of her skin against his. But he didn't want to stop his playing, didn't want to deny her his touch. Deny himself the pleasure of it all.

Still, the images of her entwined around him, gripping him as he took her, those images danced in his head as he continued to torment her. It was a pleasure for later though, and he let himself fall back into the moment, tried to concentrate on his fingers and their slight movements, but they became more fevered and more demanding of her.

 

[katalynn]

The movement of her body was becoming more frantic and more greedy as his fingers moved, teased and taunting her. Moans were fast little pants of lust while she closed her eyes, having no choice than to give in. To give in his feasting of her neck, the hand in her hair just made her ache and crave for more.

Whole body was jerking and trembling as his worked at her sex, alternating the paces and movements from one to another. Hands were moving, twisting in the rope as she tried to move with him for as limited as she could.
Wasn't sure if they were bleeding, or if it was just the burn of the rope adding to the pure weight of her body. All she knew is she wanted to move with him, perhaps even to touch him if he allowed it.

"Please.... please I beg of you.... at least.. release my hands... I wish for more... oh gawd I want more.... m-m-my hands .. wrists hurt so much... I beg you... if nothing else.. release them..."

hips were jerking every time his fingers hit that special place, the spot that was twitching and dancing against his fingers. A hard little nub that was causing the aching whenever something, even air touched it.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

The change rolled over him in a wave, her lust inflamed, she writhed in his arms. She sought release, sought what she did not know, but what her body was pushing her towards. Now he let her own body tell him where to go, what felt best. Now that she craved it, desired it, welcome it even. He let his fingers push her where she now wanted to go, paying special attention to that little nub that would take her there.

He listened as she begged him to release her hands, to untie here and free her to her passions. He basked in her throaty voice as she begged for more. He restrained himself though, there was a soft recess in his mind that warned him it could all still be a ruse, he had been fooled before. He didn't want to let her free just yet. She wasn't done.

He let out a low growl of satisfaction as he let his finger slip inside, finally invading. She shuddered back against him, and he rode the waves of pleasure racking her body. His thumb came to rest on that nub, brushing it lightly, coaxing her forward. He let her own movements guide him, sought out the rhythm that would finish her.

 

[katalynn]

At least pleased to have him pressed against her back, back it easier for her buck her hips. Somewhat easier. Felt the juices streaming down her shaky legs, shaking so hard and out of control when his fingers slipped inside. Gasping out for air, being over whelmed so sensations she couldn't even dream about.

Squirming and rolling her hips hard, relishing the feel that his fingers were providing that she barely felt the trickling that slowly began to stream down her arms. Pain mixed with pleasure was driving her out of focus, losing complete control when her whole body jerked and tensed up.
Gripping hard at his fingers while crying out into her first orgasm, not understanding what just happened, neither caring as it felt wonderful. Panting and whimpering as his fingers continued to move around inside her spasming walls.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

He eased her gently down the other side of her climax, feeling her sex pulling at his fingers as she slowly came down. Her breath was now coming in deep gasps. She still squirmed against him, but it was less furious now, her lust sated for the moment. His, unfortunately, was still very much present.

When she was ready, he eased his fingers slowly out of her. He rolled them back and forth over her lips, massaging, keeping her somewhat stimulated. Her skin was hot and slick, a mixture of sweat and the remnants of the scented oil. He inhaled sharply, the mixture of scents in the room was intoxicating. He let both of his hands com to rest on her hips, his lips continuing to pull at her neck. He started sifting the thoughts in his head on all the possibilities of what to try next with this, now eager, young princess.

 

[katalynn]

Trying figure out what just happened as he let her calm down a bit. She wasn't new to the stories shes heard about of this sort of thing, just couldn't figure out what part she just experienced. Shivered slightly as his fingers continued for a few more strokes keeping that aching need on the edge. To stunned to speak anything about what she felt. Not like it mattered, the longer he just stood there now holding her hips it drove many thoughts racing.

Not wanting to know what he has planned next, fearing that he wasn't done with her. The more she calmed down, least as much as he would allow her to, she felt the stream down her arms once more when her wrists would twists or strain against the burning rope. Realizing that she had made her wrists bleed with all the movements, but once more, she didn't say anything to it. Nothing more that she could do cept wonder and fear of his next move, hopeing that it would be pleasing and not harsh.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

"You're bleeding," he said in a level tone. He was slightly amazed at the girl who had so lost herself in the throws of passion she hadn't concerned herself with the burns on her wrists. Well she had begged to be released.

In any event his instructions had been 'unharmed,' and he couldn't risk any further damage to her skin. He glanced down her legs to make sure her feet were still well secured, of course the view was not bad either. "Hold still," he said as one hand rested firmly on her waist, supporting her, but holding her steady as well. He reached up and loosened the bonds holding her wrists, giving her slack and letting her drop her arms. She nearly collapsed, every muscle in her body spent from being bound up so long. He guided her form down to the floor.

"This is temporary, to be determined by your continued behavior," he whispered in her ear. "Should you continue to be receptive, you'll be granted more liberties. Try to escape, or misbehave and things will get... unpleasant." He let his eyes drift over her, making sure her blindfold was still secure. His fingers brushed through her fiery tresses. "Do we understand each other?"

 

[katalynn]

Not caring about the pain her wrists as the shock ripped through body at the release. Squealed in pain when her arms were lowered in front of her and the ease of her body being lowered without much of her own control.

Wished she could see her tormentor, wanting to put him in a cell of his own she gets out of this mess and back on the throne. He may be caring now, but she could have him hanged for *touching* her. Kidnapping her and holding her prisoner, with that she knew. Could feel it deep in her gut that he had more plans for her. More pleasures he would seek from her weak state, driving out her own pleasures that she wasn't ready to explore.

Layed there on the floor seeking the comfort that his caressing hand brought as it combed through her hair. Her body was screaming, thoughts were messed up barely heard his words. Heard the comforting tone of his voice, but the words were not clear and she shook her head side to side mostly in confusion. Not meaning to disagree with him, it was all she could while raising her hands and clentching them open and closed as the feeling started to come back to them. Wanting to see how badly the rope had cut into her skin, accepting the fact that she couldn't and kept moving her hands for feeling.

"What did I do to deserve this?"

Almost started to weep but quickly held it back, not wanting to cry, not wishing to give him the pleasure to see her break.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

"Did no one tell you it's rude to answer a question with another question?" He stood up and finally broke contact, letting her slump to the ground alone. "I'm sure in all those etiqutte and protocol lessons you received someone must have mentioned that. He watched her flex her fingers, her hands twsiting as if to renenergize them. She wasn't that hurt, not entirely weakend. Good.

He sat down on the edge of the wide and sturdy cot that was one of the only pieces of furniture in the room. It was softly padded, but the promienet features were the four rings at each corner. Arcturus set to tapping one gently against the leg of the cot.

"I thought we had already gone over this. You haven't done anything to deserve this, well, not that I know of. We all have dirty little secrets. But this isn't about that. This is beacuse I captured you, and I want to. You simply have to put up with it becasue, well that's the way the world works. Or didn't you know that?" He stripped off his leather vest and slid it to the ground next to the cot. Next he removed his boots and tossed the back into a far corner. "It seems you still have much to learn, your Highness." He stood back up.

 

[katalynn]

Fell slient at his words, trying to think of the question he had asked but nothing solid came. As he left her she curled up on her side, closing her legs the best she could with having her ankles still bound.

"I am sorry... Please forgive me... I'm just so confused... I don't like this place... Please... I'm sorry.."

rambling out apologizes upon hearing what sounded like him stripping. Tapping on something she couldn't quite place but it didn't sound pleasing in the least. Heart was racing in fear, wishing she could at least feel him again, feel his touch running though her hair some more. More feelings she kept hidden and willing to deny that she felt them.

We all have dirty little secrets.

Well, this was hers. One that she will forever keep despite how good anything feels. One she will never admitt to having ever felt. This is one story she will never let free, or if it ever does she will deny every such thing that was being said.
Suddenly the question came to her thoughts, the one he had asked and she had failed to answer. Only question that she had no choice than to comply to;

"Aye.... We understand eachother.."

barely whispered out the words as she tried to curl tighter into a ball, hiding her face the best she could.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

He stripped off his shirt as he walked back over to her. She was huddled up in a as much a ball as she could. The fire glistened off her skin. Her figure was taught and firm, with all the telltale signs of youth. His eyes lazily swam over her body, enjoying every curve. The heat of her skin came back into his mind. He knelt down next to her, his hand reaching out.

His fingers brushed over her shoulder, and she flinched slightly at his touch. He reached out and caught her waist with his other hand, holding her firm. "Lay easy my princess," he said in his cool voice, his fingers running up her shoulder to her neck. He massaged her neck slightly, his fingers coming to her shin and stroking her lips. They trailed down her throat following her throat down.

"There is much you still have to learn my princess. You'll never learn anything if you're afraid to open yourself up. And if you shut yourself up long enough, something comes along to force you open." He leaned closer over her. "This I think you are beginning to understand this at least."