The Dragon Queen

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The Kingdom of Belvoria was abuzz with the wonderful news that Prince Kaleb, son of King Artuthar was getting married in less than a week. He had met his soon to be bride once at a ball his parents had arranged a few months before. They seemed to have hit it off, though that was just a plus for the couple. Both their parents had arranged the whole affair, the future of the kingdom of Kelvor being at stake. The rumor was that her father was sick with some sort of incurable disease and didn't have much longer to live.

However, the news had reached a small bands of bandits who thought they could take advantage of the whole situation. For them, it seemed like a good way to earn some easy coin if they kidnapped the princess on her way through the long road between the kingdoms. There were only four of them, but they felt pretty confident they had a major payday on their hands.

It was a day's ride by carriage from the spot that they had chosen to setup the ambush. It took them a little work, but they had laid several logs across the road which would require a bit of time to clear off. There were also a couple of bear traps hidden beneath the logs to catch anyone clearing them out. Satified, they took up positions in the bushes on either side of the road, bows and swords ready for the time to strike.
 
The pitter-patter of horse hooves could be heard as the carriage's procession worked its way down the road. There were several lavish carriages, some of her own royal court having come with her.

Princess Cassandra Fluchian Andromida Von Serendian (abridged), was riding in the red carriage, a glass of wine in her hand as she chatted with two of her handmaids, Betty and Glinda. She was excited for the wedding, the culmination of her own nation's hopes and dreams. Her father was indeed ill, and she hoped to stave off other countries from trying to make grabs at her own. If that were to happen and war were to start, many of her own people would die. This was to be prevented at all costs.

Though she was but 18 years old, her very long hair was a dazzling shade of silver, a trait that her bloodline was known for. It came down almost to her backside and was impossibly straight, like delicate strands of silk. Prince Kaleb had seemed very interested in her and her luxurious hair at the ball, even asking if she might join him for a drink outside in the gardens. Her parents had given her strict instructions to stay inside, though, so she had to politely decline. Although, he didn't seem very put out by it, simply suggesting they dance instead.

And oh how they danced! It felt like heaven dancing with the Prince, his warm arm wrapped around her waist as they made their way across the dancefloor to the most beautiful music. She had to admit that she was quite liking the idea of marrying such a man.

Her eyes were a deep grey, her skin pale from having spent most of her time out of the sun. Her frame was somewhat dainty, but she still had ample curves to speak of. She swished around her wine, wondering when it was that they would arrive at an inn where they could rest.
 
The bandits weren't quite expecting the number of carriages that were coming down the road, but they had planned things out. Their weapons were tipped with sleeping potion since they weren't there to kill anyone yet. They also had setup smoke traps along the trail along with a few fireworks.

There were plenty bushes along the road, so they were able to move freely and without being seen as the first carriage pulled up. The driver yelled and pulled the carriage up short as they came up the roadblock. It took the driver a few moments to figure out what was in the road, yelling for the guards to come help.

As the guards moved along to the front of the line of carriages, a couple did stay in the rear to guard there. The four bandits moved to the bushes beside the princess's carriage lighting a few fireworks along the way. Two of them stopped in the bushes, drawing their bows. Two arrows shot out, striking the rear guards. They yelled out at the impact, barely able to act against the fact acting sleep potion.

Just as a few heads popped out of the carriages to see the commotion, the fireworks began to go off like crazy. One of the bandits ran further down the road, lighting more fireworks. The other three bandits went for the princess's carriage, sleep tipped darts in hand. Both doors were flung open as the three bandits crawled in, poking at everyone in the carriage with the darts.
 
She had felt the carriage come to a stop, her eyes curious as she leaned near the window to try to see what was going on. One of the maids gently batted her hand away and said, "Princess, you shouldn't open the curtain, you never know what gawkers are out there."

The princess chuckled and shrugged, assuming that everything was probably fine. They could hear the guard's horses trotting by, presumably to check something out at the front of the procession. It didn't worry her considering they still had the rear guard.

Suddenly, though, chaos ensued. She could hear yelling, screaming, fireworks, and the thuds of bodies hitting the ground hard. Fear fluttered in her chest as she anxiously wondered what was going on out there. Surely there couldn't be bandits on this road? They had sent a decoy procession on each of the other roads as well.

When the doors were flung open, the maids cowered and were easily overcome, but the princess tried to grab one of their wrists to stop the dart from piercing her skin. "Leave us alone!" she panted desperately, but it was no use. The other bandit poked her with the sleeping dart and she couldn't hold her eyes open, slumping over in the carriage as her vision grew dark.

Her last thoughts were of the Prince. Would he wait for her? Would they rape her and make her unfit for being his queen? Her eyes welled up a bit just before she lost the battle to the drug.
 
As per the plan, the bandits moved very quickly. Once the princess was picked up and pulled out, a roll of parchment was left behind in her seat.

Prince Kaleb,
The Red talon clan has the your princess and demands 10000 gold for her return. You have two days to comply.

It was a stretch for the four of them to call themselves a clan, but they needed to sound more menacing than they actually were. Almost as an afterthought, one of her handmaidens were picked up as well by a second bandit. The third dropped a few smoke bombs to cover their retreat in the woods while the fourth acted as a decoy to draw off their pursuers. While the other three made their way north from the road, they moved quietly and carefully to leave no trace.

They traveled a good part of the day until evening carrying the princess and her handmaiden. The sleeping poison would wear off and they would reprick the two with the darts to keep them under. They soon arrived at a large cave they had made as their hideout, dumping the two ladies on a pile of straw each. Each was tied so their wrists were together, as well as their ankles with a rope connecting between them.

It was shortly after the three has made some soup over an open fire that the sleeping poison wore off and the ladies were allowed to wake up.
 
The princess faded in and out of sleep, feeling the sharp prick of the dart each time she would surface into the land of the waking. When she was almost awake, she thought she might have been on someone’s shoulder being carried away. However eventually, she stirred and found herself on a bed of straw.

She tried to move into a sitting position, but found herself hindered by the fact that her wrists and ankles were restrained by thick rope. Looking around, she slowly realized that she was in a cave, and that several men were sitting and laughing around the fire. Her eyes caught sight of one of her maids and she let out a small sigh of relief-it was terrible that they were in this situation, but at least she wasn’t alone and knew that Glinda was safe.

The princess pretended to be asleep before anyone really saw her, closing her eyes and breathing softly. It was at this moment that her maid woke up, though.

Glinda sat up groggily and nudged her, asking if she was awake loud enough for them to hear. The princess cursed the maid’s lack of foresight. Reluctantly, she responded, sitting up herself and sighing.

She assumed they had kidnapped her for a large sum of money-why else would they risk kidnapping a soon-to-be queen. Cassandra has no doubt that he husband-to-be would either pay or dispatch a rescue for her.
 
The three were not actually humans, but drow. The drow has been known for being quite evil, but they were rarely seen recently. Most had been hunted to almost extiction in both kingdoms, and these four had been lucky so far. They pulled their masks off to show their dark grey skin and gaunt faces. One had a large scar running along the right side of his face from his temple to the middle of his cheek.

The other two looked much young, if the princess could actually gauge their ages. They all looked at the two ladies, Scar being the first to speak.

"No need to worry "Your Highness", we don't plan on harming you. Damaged goods don't get the coin. Your precious prince should be here to rescue you soon."

He was quiet for a moment before all three of them laughed, Scar continuing to stir the soup. Scar eyed the two ladies for a moment before gesturing to the other two.

"You fools. You forgot to tie them down. Now get to it."

The two looked embarrassed for a moment before they scrambled to grab some ropes to tie the ladies to a couple of iron hooks that had been hammered into the cave floor.
 
The princess nodded, "I assumed as much. Drow or not, any bandit that has a princess would be able to demand a handsome sum. Though, I do hope for your sake that he doesn't send assassins instead." She turned her face away from them, looking directly at the soup as he stirred.

When there was mention of the ropes not being secured, the maid suddenly sprang up. While she did just wake up, her leg-ropes had been tied loosely and had been loosened further by her movements while she slumbered. She had been able to work them off by slipping off her shoes first. Glinda bolted for the cave entrance, hoping to dodge the drow and get help for them. She was fast, but the princess knew that she wasn't as fast as a drow, her expression changing to one of fear as she watched as though in slow motion.
 
Scar gave a little smirk at both the Princess's words and the attempted escape by the handmaiden. He didn't move from stirring the pot where he was, watching the two younger drow spring into action. One had a streak of red color through his white hair cutting along the center of his head in a two inch wide stripe, while the other drow had a blue one. Red was the first to notice her attempt as he was the one going to secure her.

There was enough room for her to get by Red with a good four feet between them. However, he was agile enough to shift towards her as she began to move. He tackled her to the cave floor, pressing the rope against her mouth to pin her head against the floor.

"We got ourselves a fiesty one here."

Seeing little effort from the princess, Blue move to her carefully. He was weary she would try the same as he attached the rope between her collar and the metal hook. While Red kept Glinda pinned down, blue moved to retying her up more securely. Red just leered down at the girl, licking his lips greedily.
 
She had no doubt that she would soon be rescued, so the princess held still for him. It wouldn't do her any good to struggle, and she didn't want to anger them if she was already going to be saved any minute now. Her eyes looked at blue with disdain, though, having no patience for men who chose to pursue a life of crime rather than make something of themselves.

The maid yelped when he tackled her, struggling as he pinned her to the floor and kept her head secured. She had two messy blonde buns on either side of her head, green eyes, and a rather dainty body. Her breasts were about C-cup, and her ass was smaller but still had a bit of padding. While she was a maid, she was a princess's handmaid, so her hands were soft and had no calluses on them. This indicated a soft life with little to no physical labor.

"Mmffm!" she squealed, trying to wiggle her way out of his grip despite the hopelessness of the situation she was in. Despite her bold actions, she was simply afraid and panicked, having not thought her actions through.

Cassandra caught the way he was looking at Glinda and her eyebrows knit with worry. Surely they wouldn't do anything to the princess's own handmaid?
 
As Blue finished retying Glinda, Red released the gag from her. However, he moved one hand to the girl's throat as he kept her pinned down that way. Blue chuckled as he took the second rope from Red, tying it to the handmaiden's collar. Red reached down with his free hand, groping at Glinda's right breast over her dress for a few seconds.

"Hey, finish getting her into place. You can have your fun later, soup's ready."

Red frowned a little at being denied his fun, but he leaned down to Glinda's ear opposite the princess's sight. He whispered low for a moment.

"I'm not finished with you yet."

He lifted back up from her, grabbing the rope from Blue. He quickly dragged Blinda none too softly back to the furs she had been on before, tying her to the hook. Both women were placed just out of reach of being able to help each other if something happened to either of them. Scar began to dish out six bowls of soup as Red and Blue sat down next to the fire. A hearty and welcoming smell filled the air of beef stew.
 
"Get your paws off of me!" she yelped, trying to struggle more as he felt her up.

The princess watched, her entire body tense as she prayed that something would be done to keep him off of her. When the leader commanded him to stop and finish up his job so they could eat, she let out a sigh of relief. Though, she strained to see and hear what he might be saying, but to no avail.

The maid's eyes widened and she shook slightly, gulping and looking away from him in fear. Still wiggling in protest, Glinda was eventually secured, much to her displeasure. Her eyes met the princess's, the two of them sharing a knowing look. She could tell that the maid was afraid, as well she should be after that display, but the princess could do nothing for her in the position she was in. Cassandra could only pray that the help would soon come.

Both of the women's stomach's stirred and mouths watered as the smell of the delicious stew wafted over to them. While she didn't necessarily know what he had used to cook it, the princess was very hungry from having been denied her lunch, and she hoped that she would be allowed to eat. There was no way in hell she would lower herself to ask for it, though.
 
Once the bowls were filled, Scar placed spoons in two before picking them up. He stood up before moving to sit in between the two ladies, looking between them. After a few moments, he finally held one bowl out to her.

"Don't worry, I won't let you two starve. This isn't my first kidnapping."

He gave a little grin for a moment, letting her take the bowl from him. Red had a little grin on his face as he picked up two bowls as well. He sat down on the other sit of Glinda, a little knowing grin on his face. He placed both bowls on the floor before picking one up for himself. He mmed as he ate a couple mouthfuls, eyeing Glinda as he did so. Blue just stayed near the fire, eating as he kept an eye on the cave for their final member.

Red set his bowl down beside him before reaching out towards Glinda's restranints. He made it so she couldn't lift her wrists, holding out the spoonful of beef stew just out of her reach of leaning forward for it.

"You want some soup, don't you? Let me hear it."
 
The princess accepted her bowl, having to shimmy her shoulders slightly to get her long, silver hair to go over her shoulders. Otherwise, it would have ended up in the stew, She nodded at scar and didn't give him a smile or frown, simply a reserved expression as she took a spoonful of the stew and put it between her pouty lips. It was extremely tasty, the leader seemingly being an excellent cook. She almost sighed as she chewed her mouthful, catching herself and simply swallowing. It was obvious that she liked it, however, by the way her spoon went immediately back into the bowl for another bite.

Meanwhile, Glinda recoiled when she saw Red coming over, hoping he would simply leave her the soup. Life was not so kind, though. When he set it down near her and started eating his own, she could smell it wafting from his bowl, her mouth watering as she tried not to longingly watch him eat it. At one point, she couldn't resist any longer and she reached out for her bowl, only to have him restrain her hands further, tying them down so she couldn't reach.

Her eyes watered as she looked at him, holding out the spoon of beef stew. She wanted it so badly, but he was just being so awful.

"Why do you have to be so cruel?!" she whimpered, her lip trembling slightly. Unconsciously, she had begun to lean forward slightly.
 
Scar continued to eat his stew as he looked from the princess over to Red. He didn't do anything to stop the little torture fun the younger drow was having, but he was also going to make sure he didn't hurt her too much. Well, how much was really up to Scar. There was a chance he could probably sell the both of them for a decent amount of gold, if Red didn't fuck things up too bad. He was going to give the Prince four days at most, despite the ransom note.

Red grinned as he watched Glinda slowly lean forward towards her spoon for a bite.

"I do it because I like it. Ah ah, what do you say?"

He grinned as he pulled the spoon further away from her just as she got close to touching her soft lips to the spoon. He was going to let her eat, but he was going to make her work for it.

Meanwhile, the fourth member came into the cave, panting a little. Seeing the rest of them without their masks, he pulled his off as well. He turned out to be completely bald, a rare thing for a drow. Scar gave a nod to him as he sat down, Baldy grabbing a bowl. Baldly spoke between bites.

"I finally managed to get away without being followed. Last I saw, they had cleared the road and continued on after a considerable delay we caused them. I think our message we well received."
 
The princess frowned at Red as he teased her maid. Poor Glinda just wanted to eat in peace, and he was being vulgar and mean. She chewed her food, hating the fact that they were tied down to where she couldn't have fed her if she wanted to. If she had been allowed, she would have gladly split the stew.

As he moved the spoon away, she let out a sharp exhale of frustration and desperation. Her stomach grumbled and she bit her lip, looking down at the floor for a moment before looking back up. The woman didn't meet his eyes, instead focusing on the stew once more.

"You're a hateful man, making a woman say such degrading things..." The maid snapped, pausing and trying to keep her cheeks flushing from shame. Being unsuccessful, she mumbled, "please... feed me, sir." Glinda leaned forward again and opened her mouth, her breasts pushed out slightly from her position (albeit not on purpose).

Cassandra was disgusted with his actions, hating that her maid was being reduced to such shameful pleading. Her attention turned to the bald drow as he came in though, a surprised look on her face from his lack of hair. The look turned to one of hope when he mentioned that they were already speeding off toward the prince. She knew they had a few message birds with them too, so no doubt he already knew what had happened.
 
Red growled when Glinda called him a man. He was tempted to smack her for the insult, but he didn't. Instead, he continued to hold the spoonful of stew just out of her reach.

"How dare you call me a man, little bitch. For that, I should just let you starve."

He was very tempted to do such a thing, but Scar shook his head for a moment. Red grumbled for a moment before feeding Glinda the spoonful of stew. He laid the spoon in her bowl, feeding himself a couple of bites this time. However, he didn't pick the spoon for her back up as he waited for her to beg for more.

Baldy picked up his bowl as he watched the whole thing in silence, eating his share.
 
Glinda looked fearful and flinched when he quickly drew the spoon back from her, expecting him to strike her. She was speechless, not having known that her words would insult him to such an extent. Her lip wobbled as it started to look like he truly intended to withhold the stew due to her own foolish words.

However, she unexpectedly found him pushing the spoon into her mouth for a moment, the delightful taste gracing her tongue as he let her have the spoonful. She chewed and let a sigh of relief out through her nose. It was so delicious, she could hardly believe it. Expectantly, she leaned forward again, only to watch him eat several more bites of her own portion.

It was almost worse now that she had been given just one bite. Her stomach grumbled louder for it, her mouth salivating quite a bit from the artful cooking. He looked at her pointedly, and she knew what he wanted. "Please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I didn't know it would be such an insult." She leaned forward, a pleading look on her face, even as it was mixed with humiliation. "Please give me more."

The princess held her tongue as she ate, the stew tasting slightly worse from the cruel treatment she witnessed.
 
Red did smirk for a moment as Glinda tried to apoligize the best she could and then begged more more.

"That's much better. You couldn't have foundt a worse insult." He did turn and spit towards the back wall for a moment before turning to her. He picked up the spoon, feeding her another mouthful. He did feed her the rest of her soup before dropping the spoon into the empty bowl.

"I think that's is enough for now. Now for a taste of dessert."

Still holding her hands down with his one hand, he reached his other hand around her head. He pulled her roughly forward as he claimed her warm mouth with his. He ravished her sweet mouth for a few moments with his tongue before pulling away as he released her. He gathered up the bowls and moved back to the fire for the time being.

Once Scar was finished with his own bowl, he held out a hand for the princess's when she was finished.
 
The maid was at least grateful that he was feeling merciful enough to let her have the rest of her bowl of stew, despite that he had eaten about a third of it already. It still filled her up, settling a feeling of contentment upon her body from the nourishing and satisfying meal. She sighed in relief, his power over her done with for now, or so she thought.

"What do yo-" Glinda's eyes widened and she tried to pull back as she felt his powerful hand bring her forward straight to his conniving lips. She felt his tongue invade her mouth and it felt so dirty and wrong to have him inside her mouth like that, but she had no other recourse to make herself free from his grasp. She couldn't even try to push him away with her hands bound; she was helpless, and he seemed to get off on it.

She panted as he drew away, watching him in shock as he took their bowls back to the fire. Glinda worried for her own safety as well as that of the princess if they had his sort lurking about.

The princess had watched, horrified as it happened, mouth a bit open in shock and alarm as he gave her a deep kiss. When he finally pulled back, she spoke. Her bowl was handed to scar, "how DARE you touch her! When they come for me, I will make sure they hunt you down if you touch another hair on her head!" Her voice was strong, commanding, very sure of herself as she confidently met his eyes.
 
Scar gave her no reaction to the attempt to command him on what to do. Instead, he merely raised an eyebrow at her words, as it was something he had heard before.

"It will be a cold day in Hell when I let a Lolth bitch command me. A rather interesting threat, but it remains to be seen."

He took the bowl from her before moving back over to the fire. He gave a yawn for a moment as he gathered up the empty bowl, giving them to Blue.

"Go and wash these out. You'll also stand watch outside in case someone does decide to show. Though it's doubtful."

Scar make the last comment as he glanced towards the princess, as if to emphasis how futile her hope was. He turned back to Baldy and Red.

"Go ahead and get some sleep. I'll wake you when it's time."

The two nodded, though Red grinned as he looked lustfully at Glinda for a moment before moving to one of the four cots that were setup further away. Baldy laid down as well. Scar took a seat by the fire, checking on the little bit of stew that was left. Blue took the bowls and spoons, disappearing out of the cave.
 
He had called her a Lloth bitch, the insult being offensive to her, but still not quite hitting as hard considering she wasn't quite sure how he meant it. She was definitely human, despite the fact that she had long, silvery hair. No one really knew why her bloodline had such peculiar hair, but there certainly wasn't drow in her heritage. His response in its entirety was still unacceptable.

She seethed as he walked away, her anger borne from fear for her maid, hoping to god that the young drow with red streaks didn't molest Glinda while they slept. His insinuation that no one would try to fight to free her was ignored, the princess still having hope in her heart for her betrothed.

Glinda was grateful for the princess standing up for her, seeing as though she didn't have the bravery to do so herself. However, it seemed as though it was all for nothing as they treated her threat like it was nothing.

Her eyes met Red's fearfully as he leered at her on his way to his cot. Unfortunately, her hands were still tied down, so she would have a difficult time sleeping; she wasn't going to ask for assistance, though.
 
As the night wore on, Scar let the fire die down to nothing. This left the cave in complete darkness. However, it didn't bother the drow with their darkvision and seeing perfectly in the dark. Blue had returned before then, getting himself off to bed as well.

It was after midnight when Scar decided his turn was done, waking Baldy up. Baldy stayed up for another fours hours, without anything of note happening inside or outside the cave. It wasn't quite dawn yet when he woke Red up, but not the other two yet.

Red took a few moment's to wake up, sitting up on his cot. He stretched a little bit as he looked towards the sleeping Glinda. He wondering how long it had been for her to get to sleep, chuckling softly. He decided to give her the wake-up to remember. He picked up two of their masks, rolling them together in a tight bundle. He slipped off his pants and laid them aside so he wouldn't waste time fumbling with him, his cock fully erect.

He crept over towards the sleeping handmaiden, kneeling beside her. He grinned for a moment before quickly gagging her with the rolled masks. Once he had her firmly gagged, he rolled her on her stomach. Her pulled her ass into the air as he ripped down the back of her dress quietly. Keeping her pressed down with one hand, he deftly guided his tip to her unprotected pussy. He grunted at her tightness, groaning softly as he feverishly worked his way into her.
 
It had taken Glinda hours to sleep, the woman trying to make absolutely sure that he was asleep before she would close her own eyes. When the gag was worked into her mouth, she didn't quite recognize what was happening. She had been dreaming about being back in the castle, a dream so vivid that she had forgotten her harsh reality. It seemed that Red had no problem reminding her, though.

Her eyes groggily blinked open slightly as she felt her body roll to the side onto her belly. Was it time for the princess's breakfast already? Apparently not, as she felt a pair of hands lift her hips and expose her backside, something pushing slowly into her pussy not moments afterward. It was at this moment that her eyes snapped over, whimpering through her gag and looking around in alarm. Looking back, her eyes met his and hers widened with fear. She tried to struggle, but there was no where for her to go, being so completely tied up.

His cock felt large as it pushed deeply inside her, the maid realizing that it was a gag that was preventing her from crying out for help.
 
Red grunted as he was finally able to completely penetrated her, resting for a moment with their hips together. He was about average size, so he wasn't able to do more than press against the opening to her unprotected womb. He grinned to her scared face before he began to thrust into her with hard and fast thrusts into her, grunting softly. The sounds of the flesh slapping filled the air for a few moments before he came quickly. He groaned as he pressed into her, his seed splashing inside her.

Though he was done, it seemed that she wouldn't be. Baldy had been curious about what Red had been doing, so he was still up. When Baldy saw Red begin to rape Glinda, he was stroking himself slowly. As Red extracted himself, Red kept Glinda in place as he let Baldy move into position behind the handmaiden. Baldy grunted as he too soon penetrated the bound woman.
 
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