Wandering In The Woods...

[Britwitch]

(Closed for Vail_Indigo and myself... enjoy!!)


Emily cried out. The pain in her shoulder was more than anything she had ever experienced.
Flicking some of her soaking wet hair out of her eyes she glanced through the trees ahead. Thunder rumbled ominously around her and every now and then lightning arced through the sky above to paint the scenery in cold, bluish light.
She was lost.

The day had started nicely enough. She had awoken, amongst her friends, in their modest camp in the middle of the woods. They were only a day into their 3 week long hike and spirits were high. Emily was a happy young woman, in her early 20's, single and free. Although with her curvy figure, ample chest and bright personality, to go with her bright blue eyes and wavy long dark tresses, it wasn't as if she was short of offers for companions.

The friend's had eaten, packed up camp and set off through the trees. Laughing and chatting, swatting at mosquitoes they had walked quite a way before...someone had realised that they'd left the map back at the campsite.
Emily, being the fastest of the group, volunteered to go back for it. Dumping her heavy back pack at the feet of her friends and telling them to wait there, she'd jogged off back down the 'track' that they had been following. Eventually she'd returned to their campsite and after much searching, couldn't find any sign of the map. Unaware her friends had been calling after her not long after she'd set off, one of them had found the map shoved in the bottom of their backpack.

With a sigh, she'd set off back towards them...but the track she was following didn't seem to be going anywhere in particular...she couldn't find her friends...anywhere...

The heat of the day had grown almost unbearable by the afternoon, meaning all she could do was sit next to a tree and wait for it to cool down. With no food, and more importantly, no water. She knew she'd only do herself more damage by trying to keep going in the heat.
Then as it had started to cool down, and grow darker, the storm had started. Panicking a little, she'd tried jogging through the undergrowth and had slipped on a hidden stone and landed awkwardly on her left shoulder, a rock slicing painfully through the thin t-shirt and to her skin below.
The t-shirt and shorts that had seemed too hot during the day, were now soaking wet and clung to her like a freezing second skin.
Shivering, she stumbled onwards, cradling her injured arm as she went.

About to give in, Emily found herself focusing on something glittering through the trees ahead.
It looked like a light.
It looked like a cabin....

With hope re-ignited in her heart, Emily stumbled forwards towards the light.
As she drew nearer to the light she could see it was indeed a cabin. Still shivering as the rain continued to lash down upon her she stumbled forwards, each step jarring her shoulder. The worry that perhaps the cabin would be empty and that merely a light had been left on plagued her imagination, as she could see no real sign of life there other than the light.

Relief flooded her as thought she saw someone moving inside through one of the windows. She carried on, her vision starting to swim a little from hunger and the pain...there was someone there...someone who might be able to help her...
"Please...please help me..." She managed to murmur as she reached the cabin and knocking as desperately as she could upon the door before swaying slightly. Then, with a soft sigh, her body seemed to give up and she began to faint.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

She had no problem with success. In many ways, it had come easily to her. Jennifer Devon had been, as best she could figure, born smart, born attractive, born strong. In many ways, she'd barely had to try in school, college, law school, and now as an executive at the 2nd largest bank in the country.
She was beautiful, with raven hair down below her shoulders, made all the more attractive by the few grey strands her 45 years had blessed her with, with long legs, and full lips. But she also radiated a strength, confidence and sureness that kept her up with the 'boys club' of the executive world. No one ever considered her just a pretty face. Not twice, at least.

Her problem was her secret. Ever since she was a girl, she'd had a voice, or maybe voices, in her head, helping her. They'd warn her of trouble, or remind her of something she'd forgotten on a test, or guide her on how to talk to her parents to get out of trouble. They called her 'Miss Jenny'.
And this had continued through her professional career. They'd been with her so long, she barely though of it as odd anymore. But she did know others wouldn't understand. The voices had said so themselves. They called her Lady Jennifer now, or Mistress Jennifer. She sometimes thought of them as her court.
But things were changing.
Whereas previously, they'd simply guided and helped her, the world was a much darker place, much more dangerous.
As she'd grown more powerful, she'd made enemies.
The court told her to fire people, which she had no issue with, or break off relationships, and that was fine too.
But now, now they were always warning her of danger. This had cost her a personal assistant and a regional manager. She'd broken off negotiations with a Japanese bank.
They warned her, she followed through. They were always right.
Everyone she met was either after her power, money, or body. And they all had learned to regret it.

But it was becoming so very tiring. She was very thankful to have her court to warn her of all the danger surrounding her, but dealing with it all was simply exhausting. More, she often found herself having to explain her actions to the few people above her. Her friends helped, of course, whispering logic in her ear.

But still.

And so Jennifer took a leave of absence. She needed to be somewhere safe, far from all those who wanted what she had, or just plain old wanted her.

She woke one morning with an idea, though she didn't realize it had come from her surfing the web at 2am. She didn't even know she'd been awake.

Money changed hands quickly and the cabin was hers. She bought al the gear she might need, and appropriate clothes, as well as half her normal wardrobe, for some reason. Just in case.
Plus, she loved to dance while they sang, and dancing means dressing up, in case in anyone sees.
Thats what they told her.
The cabin was lush and soft, and as beautiful as the pictures she'd seen.
She'd been there for two weeks, reading, dancing, listening to the stories.
While her court was not even close to silent, they were no longer scratching at her nerves, whispering danger, or urgency.

She was happy, pampering herself, the cabin very well stocked and outfitted for the next 6 months.
Maybe forever.

Then the noise. Jennifer heard something outside the door.
"The knife," someone whispered, and it was suddenly in her hand.
"Danger," came another voice.
She opened the door slowly, adrenelin making her body shake, and saw the girl on the ground.
This was the danger? This drenched moppet?
"Danger."
No questions would be allowed.
In half an hour, Jennifer had the girl tied, on the floor, wrists and ankles each bound together, and then each set to one of the legs of the bed.

Jennifer sat and and waited, occaisionally giving the unconscious girl some water, or broth.
She had no intention of letting the girl die, not before she told her what she was doing here.
Jennifer dressed, black, cashmere sweater, skirt, tights and boots.
Jennifer waited.
"Soon, you will know."
She gritted her teeth.
"Soon you'll be safe again."
Jennifer waited, but not alone.

 

[Britwitch]

Emily was vaguely aware of being moved, of sounds and light…of warmth. But the darkness that swamped her was simply too heavy to be shrugged off. She felt hot and cold and somehow detached from herself. Her lips parted occasionally to murmur but the sounds she made were nonsensical, whispers and half hearted whimpers.

Eventually, her eyes began to flicker open. The ache in her shoulder was worse than she remembered it, the stinging of the cut more pronounced now. Emily tried to move her arms to alleviate the discomfort but found she could not. Her legs would not respond to her commands either.

The panic that somehow she had managed to lose the use of her limbs was lessened slightly by the realization that while her clothes were still damp and clinging to her, she could no longer feel the sting of the wind and rain upon her flesh, she was no longer out in the storm.

Her hair was now drying in soft waves and curls around her face, it’s length trailing out behind her. Her body felt warmer, like the air now around her. The floor beneath her was smooth and even, not like the grass, moss and rocks outside.

“Where…where am I…?” She began hesitantly, twisting her head a little to try and see more of her new surroundings. Her eyes fell upon a woman, she assumed she must be her rescuer given they were apparently alone in the room.

“My arm…my shoulder it, it really hurts and I…I can’t move anything…who…who are you…?” Emily asked, her voice wavering slightly and her eyes more than a little curious as they held those ones apparently studying her from a small distance.

Emily’s eyes dropped over the figure of the woman still watching her carefully, she thought she saw the glint of a blade in her hand for a moment but dismissed it as paranoia brought on by her fainting spell.

“Please…” Emily implored, a hiss escaping her teeth as her shoulder’s injury stung once more. “Please can you help me…?”

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Jennifer rose from her chair and began pacing slowly back and forth, her eyes wandering over the confused girl.

"She's only confused because you caught her"

"What does she want?" Jennifer whispered to her friends, though loud enough for Emily to hear, barely.

Back and forth, back and forth.

Finally, Jennifer squatted down near the girl. She stared intently into Emily's bright eyes, as she had so many times while in negotiations, to read her opponant. She moved closer and closer to her prisoner's face,
until she could smell the sweat.

"She's afraid of you. Afraid you'll find out."

"Find out what?" Jennifer replied, without attempt to conceal.

"What did you..." Emily started to say, but before she could finish, Jennifer's hand slammed down to cover her mouth, hard.

Jennifer leaned in and whispered in Emily's ear, "Shut...up..." and gave the girl's jaw a solid squeeze.

Being that close to her, Jennifer could smell the scent of fear, and it was heady, intoxicating, made her mouth water.

"Thats how. Seduction, thats how"

"What are you doing here? What do you want from me?"

Being forward was always a risk in negotiations. You often reveal too much.
But Jennifer was feeling very confident about her position here.
And she kept moving in to smell that fear again and again.
An animal inspecting its prey.

"Careful."

Jennifer removed her hand from the girl's mouth.

 

[Britwitch]

Emily's confusion only increased when the woman rose and began walking before her, one way then the other, looking over her as if she was an object she was trying to find a home for rather than a stranger, wounded, inside her...home...? Emily could only continue to guess where she might be...

"What does she want?"
Emily frowned at the whispered statement, was it a question she was meant to answer? Perhaps she had simply misunderstood what the woman had said.
Then she moved closer, crossing the distance between them and drew almost too close. Staring at her intently, probing within her eyes with her own.
"Find out what?"

"What did you..." The hand that slammed down over her lips was a shock and made Emily's eyes widen is response. Her heart was beginning to pick up it's pace ever so slightly. Something was wrong here, very wrong. A thought that was confirmed by the whispered warning in her ear and the harsh pressure around her face.
"Shut...up..."

Emily fought against the natural desire to struggle and try to pull away. Something in the woman's eyes worrying her more than her hold over her mouth or the fact that Emily had noticed the rope around her wrists from the corner of her eye.

"What are you doing here? What do you want from me?"
Surely the last was a question Emily should have been asking but instead she waited until the hand was finally removed and she was given the chance to speak.

"I got lost, my friends and I...well, we were camping and then we got seperated...I tried to find them but the rain started and I fell...that's when I hurt my shoulder..." She spoke quickly as if desperate to prove she was nothing to be worried about, pausing as she gestured with her head towards the blood stained shoulder of her t-shirt.

"I...I just need to use your phone, if that would be alright...to phone a friend or...or even just a cab..." Emily swallowed audibly.

"Please...I don't want to be a burden, you have already done so much just bringing me inside, I don't know how much longer I would have lasted out there alone...so, thank you..." Emily smiled as brightly as she could.
"Could I...could you let me up...please?"

 

[Vail_Indigo]

"Could I...could you let me up...please?"

Jennifer considered this request, and the rest of the story.

It could be true. It seemed perfectly reasonable, and the girl's shoulder
was certainly badly cut. But thats exactly the kind of story someone would
come up with to get inside, to get close. Was this girl simply hurt and alone,
or was she trouble?

The two were not mutually exclusive, per se. She might have been stalking her
and gotten hurt.

She waited for guidance and none came.

Jennifer decided that she still needed to learn for sure what Emily was up to,
and the cut on her shoulder was worrying.

"Yes, I can let you up a bit. So we can take a look at you," Jenn said in her most peaceful voice, a voice that clashed starkly with her behavior so far. She undid the rope that connected the girls wrists to the bed leg and eased the girl to sitting up without actually unbinding her wrists.

The silence of the voices was very confusing, given how loud they'd been.
Jennifer simply did not know what to do now. It was almost as if she were seeing the situation for the first time.
But she wasn't stupid, either.

"Now, whats your name again, sweetie?" an attempt to bond, gain a little trust.

"Emily" she replied, after a nervous hesitation to make sure the question really
was directed at her.

"Now, I want to help you, Emily, so we can figure out whats going on here, but you have to understand my situation. I can't just let you loose. You're a woman, you know what its like."

Jennifer kept her eyes on Emily's, keeping the girl's attention focused while
she twisted the rope about.

"But its going to be OK. I promise." And Jennifer leaned in and placed a long, comforting kiss on Emily's brow, right before looping the free length of rope around the girl's neck.

Her arms could move a bit, but not enough to be trouble.

"Shhhh...shhh...its OK,"Jennifer replied to Emily's frightened eyes, "I'm just going this so we can both be safe. Now wait here." Jennifer went to the bathroom and returned with the first aid kit.

"Lets take a look at this, here," and Jennifer slit the sleeve of the girls shirt open with the hunting knife, the cold of the blade sent shivers along Emily's arm. The shoulder was bad, but wouldn't need stitches.

"Sweetie, this isn't very good. I can patch you up, but I have to clean out the wound first and thats going to hurt quite a bit, so I need you to trust me."

There was a long silence. Jennifer was feeling more and more confused by the moment.
Why did she even have this girl tied up?

Her court made not a sound.

Jennifer took Emily's face in her hands softly.

"Do you trust me, Emily?" their faces barely an inch apart.

 

[Britwitch]

For a moment Emily thought the woman was going to return to her pacing to continue considering what she thought had been a simple, and polite enough, request. She was more than a little stunned when the woman smiled and spoke in a incredibly gentle voice, almost hypnotic in tone.
"Yes, I can let you up a bit. So we can take a look at you,"

The actions, the tone of her voice as she untied the rope and eased Emily into a sitting position, none of it gelled with the fact that the very same woman must have tied her up in the first place.

Emily noted her wrists remained connected and she had the chance to glance down towards her bound ankles, the same rope coiled and looped around them, securing them to the leg of the bed. No matter how nicely this woman spoke, the situation was still more than a little worrying.

"Now, whats your name again, sweetie?"
Emily paused before speaking, hoping the question was aimed at her...but given her previous words she couldn't be sure. However, the enquiring gaze that was aimed at her prompted her into replying.

"Now, I want to help you, Emily, so we can figure out whats going on here, but you have to understand my situation. I can't just let you loose. You're a woman, you know what its like."
A woman she was but Emily couldn't begin to imagine what 'its like' when you have to tie up an unconscious, wounded, clearly vulnerable girl in order to feel safe. She settled for smiling vaguely in stead of replying as she watched as the end of the rope was turned over and over in the woman's hands.
"But its going to be OK. I promise."

The kiss was unexpected and would have been comforting and soothing were it not immediately followed by the feeling of the rope coiling around her neck.
Emily's eyes opened wide as the woman sat back, almost assessing her latest action, her breath starting to grow a little quicker and definitely more shallow, her chest rising and falling with increasing sharpness within the confines of the damp, clinging t-shirt.

"Shhhh...shhh...its OK...I'm just going this so we can both be safe. Now wait here."
As the woman left the room, Emily took a moment to look around, at the same time testing the rope around her wrists and ankles and sighing quietly with frustration as the knots held fast.

It looked almost like a hunting cabin except the creature comforts and furniture told her this woman was definitely not a hunter...but then the rope and the knife...perhaps she was a hunter...

Suddenly she was back, first aid kit in hand and Emily did her best not to flinch as she drew closer with the legal looking hunting blade in her hand.
"Lets take a look at this, here,"
The thin, sharp edge of the knife grazed her skin as the woman slit her shirt's sleeve open with such ease, it was like a hot knife passing effortlessly through butter. The touch of the knife sent fresh panic dancing over her skin but Emily fought against trembling.

"Sweetie, this isn't very good. I can patch you up, but I have to clean out the wound first and thats going to hurt quite a bit, so I need you to trust me."
Emily winced a little as fingers probed and pressed the wound and the flesh around it. Certain of one thing, that of all the things she felt about this woman, trust was not one of them, and wanting nothing more than to get out of this strange place and chance it back out in the storm...she could try to find a cave or something, some shelter until the storm passed...

Suddenly hands took hold of her face, breaking through her thoughts, cradling it almost and using it to draw her nearer, within moment's their faces were almost touching.
"Do you trust me, Emily?"
"Of...of course I do..." Emily lied, her voice trembling almost undetectably.
"But I...I would like to know your name...so I know who I will have to thank..."

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Jennifer smiled.

"Jennifer. My name is Jennifer. Or Jenny, if you want. Now come."

With ease that surprised Emily, Jennifer picked the girl up and together
they moved onto the bed, Emily on Jennifer's lap, the girl's ankle still bound to the leg of the bed..

"Now, Emily, like I said, this is going to be very unpleasant," Jennifer said as
she opened up a tube from the kit, and a large bandage,"but it will clean your wound, and help it heal so you won't need stitches. Are you ready?" Jennifer placed what she hoped was a comforting hand on Emily's thigh.

At that moment, she grew slightly dizzy, almost lost, just for a moment, wondering what she was doing, how and why she'd managed to truss this young thing up.

She also felt very, profoundly, alone.

Where had her friends gone?

In her mind, she whispered, "Hello?" to no reply.

Her eyes refocused as she noticed Emily's nod of consent.

Jennifer squeezed the tube and clear paste began to cover Emily's wound. The girl's jaw locked up and her eyes squeezed tight as she struggled not to move or scream. It was like fire on her skin.

Jennifer felt the girl trembling on her lap and hurried as best she could, finally affixing the bandage over the wound.

"There, we're done."

And Emily burst into tears, while Jennifer placed her arms around her, craddling her closely.

"Shhh...its OK, you were very brave and Mommy Jenny is here. Mommy Jenny will take care of you."

They rocked together and Jennifer buried her face in the crook of the girl's neck, just holding her and letting her cry.

"Can you smell that?"
"What?" Jennfier whispered.
"Fear. She's afraid of you. Which is good. It makes you stronger than her."
"Yesssss."
"Taste her fear, Lady Jennifer."
And she did, a long, slow lick along Emily's neck, the salty sweat or fear.
Jennifer shuddered with delight.

 

[Britwitch]

"Jennifer. My name is Jennifer. Or Jenny, if you want. Now come."
Before Emily could comment she found herself swept up off the floor with very little effort on Jennifer's part and carried onto the bed. Her bound ankle remained connected with the bed as she was lowered onto Jennifer's lap, almost like a child would do at Christmas time with Santa...only she was no child and Jennifer was certainly no Santa.

"Now, Emily, like I said, this is going to be very unpleasant...but it will clean your wound, and help it heal so you won't need stitches. Are you ready?"
"I..." Emily began before her voice trailed off, her eyes flicking to the movement of Jennifer's hand onto her thigh. She presumed the action was an attempt at consoling her but it only served to worry Emily even more.
Swallowing and taking a deep breath Emily nodded, trying to concentrate on her breathing and on keeping it regular.

The stinging, searing pain as the paste made contact with her wounded shoulder was beyond anything she had experienced before. She clamped her jaws together tightly, her vision growing blurred with tears that she somehow held back, her eyes growing brighter and cheeks paling as Jennifer covered the length of the cut with the salve.

It seemed an age before she felt the pressure of the bandage wrapping around her shoulder and upper arm but Emily knew it could only have been moments.
"There, we're done."
As soon as the words left Jennifer's lips, Emily allowed all the emotion she had been holding back to flow outwards. The fear at being lost, the pain from her fall and now from her 'treatment', the concern and worry at waking up in such an odd and more than a little frightening situation. Emily could not have prevented herself from crying even if she'd wanted to.

Nor could she had shrugged Jennifer's arms away as they embraced and held her tight, rocking her back and forth, trying to calm her.
"Shhh...its OK, you were very brave and Mommy Jenny is here. Mommy Jenny will take care of you."
Emily wanted to pull away but even if her emotions hadn't gotten the better of her, she was certain Jennifer's apparently hidden strength along with her bonds would have made such a thing nigh impossible.

Then she felt it. The soft sensation against her neck, wet warmth that rapidly cooled upon her skin. Surely not...
Emily tensed and pulled away as much as she could, looking at Jennifer with wide, confused eyes.

"What...did you just lick me? What...why did you do that...?" Emily asked her voice halting and tentative, her body's trembles now having nothing to do with the pain she had just gone through, they were rooted solely in fear.

Emily tried to push herself off Jennifer's lap and stand but she found herself held fast.
"Can I...I think...maybe I should go now..." Emily murmured before the words could be stopped.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Jennifer had to laugh at the girl.
"Little Emily, you can't possibly go. Its dangerous for you to be out there, and, of course, its not exactly safe for me to let you go now. Not until I know for certain."

"She tastes delicious, dark and afraid"

"Yes, she does," Jennifer replied aloud, feeling better now that the court was back.
"You want to taste her again, don't you?"
"Yes, I do."
"Thats what she wants you to do, Stupid Jenny, she wants to seduce you."
"Don't..." they hadn't called her Stupid Jenny in a long time,"what should I..."
"She thinks she is strong, and you are weak. That she can take from you. Take you. You should show her different."

Jennifer was confused, the voices weren't making as much sense as they usually do.
But they were VERY clear on some things.

"You really shouldn't take me for a fool, Emily. You think getting so close to me will make me easier to control? Manipulate? I want to be very clear on something."

She tossed the girl onto her back on the bed, and straddled her legs.

"You control nothing." Jennifer's face was almost touching Emily's, "I control everything."

"She can't give what you can take"

"I take, you don't give." she echoed

And in a movement, Jennifer's mouth, teeth, locked to Emily's neck, hard.
Even she was surprised, perhaps more than the girl, at the sheer hunger of her actions.

She kept biting, licking and lapping, even growling, almost completely unaware that her hips had dropped, letting her rest completely on the girl's legs, and grind down.

"Take, so she can not give."

Her legs gripped tightly onto Emily's, as she kept grinding, running her pussy along their warmth.

"You understand?" Jennifer said half-breathlessly, "This is what you wanted me to want, isn't it?"
Jennifer groaned with sensation, her cunt aflame.
"But now, its mine."
And Jennifer began to whimper, but without relaxxing her grip on the girl even a bit, and her orgasm crashed over her.

 

[Britwitch]

"Little Emily, you can't possibly go. Its dangerous for you to be out there, and, of course, its not exactly safe for me to let you go now. Not until I know for certain."
Part of Emily balked at being laughed at and at being called 'little', as if she were nothing more than a naive child being reprimanded for her stupidity.

"Yes, she does,"
There was that voice again, a different voice to the one Jennifer used when talking to her, she was talking to someone, something, else.
"Yes, I do."
"You do what...?" Emily murmured, her voice almost a whisper, not even certain Jennifer could hear her.

"Don't..."
Emily winced, thinking the sharp tone was aimed at her.
"What should I..."
Emily's fears doubled as Jennifer asked the unseen prescence for advice on what she should do.

"You really shouldn't take me for a fool, Emily."
"I don't...really, I don't..." Her tone was bordering on the desperate now.
"You think getting so close to me will make me easier to control? Manipulate?"
"Of course not, I wouldn't..."
"I want to be very clear on something."

The air was pushed out of Emily's lungs as Jennifer all but threw her aside and back onto the bed, jumping on top of her and pinning her down, her thighs spread around her own.
"You control nothing...I control everything."

Emily tried in vain to struggle but the rope around her ankles was pulled taut, holding her legs firmly in place, straight and unable bend. Her bound wrists combining treacherously with her injury to stop her struggles dead.
"I take, you don't give."
A yelp left Emily's mouth as Jennifer's mouth sought out her neck. Biting, sucking, the actions hungry and erring towards the savage.
"Please don't...please...I'm sorry..." Emily began, her voice tight and terrified as she felt Jennifer's hips beginning to move over her own.

"You understand?...This is what you wanted me to want, isn't it?"
"No...no, please...please stop..." Emily whimpered, fear and revulsion rolling through her as Jennifer's growls and groans washed over her.
"But now, its mine."
Emily cried out as Jennifer's body began to buck and writhe even more intensely upon her, her grip like steel, holding her in place, using her to achieve that which she sought.

As Jennifer's motions slowed, Emily shivered beneath her. Her own body trembling as much as the one still poised above it. The cool, damp clothing had served to stimulate her breasts, her nipples now achingly hard and pushing obscenely into the thin fabric already pulled tight across the firm globes of her breasts thanks to the position Jennifer had put her in.

Were it any other situation Emily would not have cared but that this obviously unstable woman might take such things as anything but the innocent bodily response that it was, worried her more than anything else so far.

With eyes bright with fear, Emily looked up into Jennifer's flushed face, dreading what might follow.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Jennifer's full weight came to rest upon Emily's frame, but never once did her grip loosen.
After a moment, even through the intoxication of her orgasm, Jennifer couldn't help but notice Emily's breasts, how her nipples were rock hard.
"Well now, I think there's a little girl here who is happy to have lost her power."
Jennifer placed her teeth on the left nipple, firmly, but gently biting through the t-shirt.

"Slowly. We will make her ours."

"No." Jennifer replied, the endorphins in her system far too powerful to even consider slow.
The sticky wetness of her orgasm seeped through her pantyhose onto the girl, and she shifted, forcing her thigh between Emily's, and up against her shorts.

Jennifer's breath became ragged again.

"Please, please don't do this. Don't..I swear I..." Emily protested, but Jennifer barely noticed.

Jennifer's thigh began to move slowly, pressing, against the crotch of Emily's shorts. She began to speak, again, in almost soothing tones.

"You've come here to get something, take something, it doesn't matter what. We'll get to that later. But that tells me something, lets me know something about you."

"No, I swear I didn't!!"

Jennifer arched her back up, stretching, relishing the sensations.
"Shhhh. Later. See, I know you, I think. You are strong, determined, much like myself."

Jennifer began to rub and press more insistantly.

"And, like me, its hard for you to do anything but take. You can't hope someone else will give, and you can't let anyone take from you."

Jennifer noticed the girl's hips moving ever so slightly with her leg.

"But here, now, with me, you can. Its already done. You just don't know it yet."

 

[Britwitch]

"Well now, I think there's a little girl here who is happy to have lost her power."
Emily whimpered as Jennifer's mouth lowered over her nipple and her teeth fastening tightly around the small nub of flesh, making her back arch to try and alleviate the pressure upon it.

Emily's body tensed uselessly as the woman holding her so firmly in place forced her leg between her own thighs, spreading them as much as the rope around her ankles would allow and pressing the firm flesh against the crotch of her shorts.

"Please, please don't do this. Don't..I swear I..." Emily knew by the expression upon Jennifer's face that her words were falling upon deaf ears but her instinct to try and prevent the seemingly inevitable from happening wouldn't allow her to simply lie there.

Emily's lips parted in a silent cry as Jennifer's thigh pressed more insistently against her sex through her clothing and began to move almost imperceptibly along it.
"You've come here to get something, take something, it doesn't matter what. We'll get to that later. But that tells me something, lets me know something about you."

"No, I swear I didn't!!" Emily pleaded, her voice edged with something new, something that worried her, something huskier.
"Shhhh. Later. See, I know you, I think. You are strong, determined, much like myself."

The rubbing and the pressure of Jennifer's thigh against her was making Emily more and more fidgety, her hips and body wriggling in vain to try move away, desperate to stop the sensations steadily building in the pit of her stomach.

"And, like me, its hard for you to do anything but take. You can't hope someone else will give, and you can't let anyone take from you."
"No...no, you don't...you don't understand...I was...I was just..."
"But here, now, with me, you can. Its already done. You just don't know it yet."

Whether it was the exhaustion of her ordeal or whether it was, more worringly, the effect Jennifer seemed to have upon her, Emily found to her horror that she was succumbing to the waves of warmth radiating throughout her body from the contact and pressure of the thigh rubbing and moving against her sex.

Without her bidding, her lips were parted and issuing a constant stream of quiet, almost muted, whimpers and moans. Her back was arching, her hips rising up from against the bed, all the while her mind was trying with all it's might to rebel, to fight against the impending climax that terrified her as much as it was thrilling her body.
"No...no I won't, you can't...you can't make me...!" Emily cried out, her eyes bright with desire and tears.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

"No...no I won't, you can't...you can't make me...!" the girl cried, as her body
betrayed her.

And Jennifer, so very softly, but in a voice not to be denied, replied
"Yes, I can."

And those words, somehow, against everything Emily believed, against every emotion she understood, brought her to climax, staring into Jennifer's eyes all the while.

Slowly, the girl beneath her became still after the violent orgasm. And Jennifer
held her close, understanding that she'd made a crack in this girl's ego.

Or, at least, what she believed this girl to be.

She looked into Emily's eyes and saw confusion, desire, fear, and maybe even affection.

"Good girl, Jenny, see how easily she takes to breaking?"

Believing she saw parts of herself in Emily, this idea made her less than comfortable.

Could someone do this to her, as well?
Perhaps that had even been Emily's plan.
Perhaps, just maybe, thats what was happening now. Was this ALL Emily's doing?

"Perhaps. How can you tell?"

And the defenses that Jennifer had let drop ever so slightly came back up in a moment.

"Now, while she's drunk on fucking."

While again very wary of the girl, Jennifer turned on her intimate, caring voice.

"Emily, I hope you understand, this was what needed to happen. If we are going to get anywhere. Tell Jenny who you are. Why you are here. What you want."

Emily's looked even more confused than before. Her orgasm had made her, briefly, forget exactly where and with who she was.

"Sweetie, I know how to handle you, what I have to do to get what I want. It really would be easier for you to tell me now. I will get there eventually."

Jennifer leaned her thigh into Emily's crotch, knowing how sensitive it must be now, and watched as sudden pleasure washed over the girl. Her own cunt grew warmer, wetter.

"And I don't promise any of those steps to be as pleasant as this."

Jennifer had, of course, been lying. She had no idea what to do next, or if it would even be unpleasant. She was no sadist, she wished she could turn the girl simply by fucking her again and again, but that seemed unlikely. A sadist, no, but she was willing to do what had to be done.

And her court would tell her what that was.

"As you've always done. What was necessary. If you must make her your bitch to get there, so be it."

Silently she repeated, "My bitch."

 

[Britwitch]

The climax hit Emily with a force she had never experienced before.
The combination of fear and desire and pain all combining to drown her in the waves of pleasure that washed over her again and again. Her body writhing upon the bed as much as her bonds and the hold Jennifer had upon her would allow.

Her eyes flickered, threatening to close as her breathing fought to return to something resembling normality.
"Emily, I hope you understand, this was what needed to happen. If we are going to get anywhere. Tell Jenny who you are. Why you are here. What you want."
"I...my name is...my name is Emily..." She murmured, aware of little apart from the trembling overrunning her body and the almost painful throbbing between her thighs.
"I...I got lost...help...I need help..."

"Sweetie, I know how to handle you, what I have to do to get what I want. It really would be easier for you to tell me now. I will get there eventually."
Emily cried out pathetically as Jennifer's thigh pressed into her crotch, her sex thrumming achingly.
"And I don't promise any of those steps to be as pleasant as this."
Another whimper left Emily's lips. How she had come to be in such a position was beyond her understanding and Jennifer's words sent a shiver down her spine at what such steps might be.
"Please...please don't hurt me..." Emily begged earnestly.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

"Thats fear. Thats good. Fear is your toy"

Jennifer smiled down at the girl. She placed a kiss on Emily's lips.
A soft kiss.
A lover's kiss.
Jennifer's voice was easy, measured, and sweet as she traced the line of
Emily's jaw.
"Just tell me what I need to know."
Her lips brushed Emily's ear, then down her neck.
"Just tell me everything."
Silence.
"Do it"
"Everything."
Jennifer's teeth were on Emily's neck, sinking in.
Almost playful at first.
Then sexual.
Then, increasingly painful.
Emily began to struggle as the woman's teeth went in deeper and deeper, breaking the skin and bringing a cry from the young girl.
But it did even more for Jennifer.
The struggling, the taste of the warm blood, and the animal began to resurface.
She lapped at the redness hungrily, knowing that equally salty tears were running down the girl's cheeks.
"See? It can be like that, or like this."
Jennifer revealed her blood stained lips to her captive, and placed a deep, slow kiss in Emily's mouth, letting the girl taste her own blood.

 

[Britwitch]

The kiss was soft and gentle, almost loving. And not at all what Emily was expecting.
Her lips were trembling along with her body and while she didn't attempt to return the kiss, she didn't attempt to fight it. She was simply too scared to fight this woman.

"Just tell me what I need to know."
The feel of her lips grazing over her skin sent fresh thrills through her flesh. Nervous thrills, tense thrills, frightening exciting thrills...
"Just tell me everything."

Emily opened her mouth but no words came out. She had no idea who Jennifer thought she was, or what bizarre purpose she was convinced had brought her to the cabin that night. She had tried reasoning, to no avail. Emily simply had no clue of what to say...

"Everything."
Emily groaned as her teeth connected with her neck. The nip was almost a warning, a game, a reminder. But then the bite grew harsher and more intense. Emily cried out and pulled at the ties holding her in place, struggling lie an animal in a trap as Jennifer's teeth pierced her flesh. Her back arching trying to pull away, in effect simply pressing her wetly clothed body against Jennifer's-
She could feel the sting, the probing licking of her tongue. Her eyes leaked fresh tears as she took several long shaking breaths.

"See? It can be like that, or like this."
The taste of her blood as she was kissed made her stomach roll. A wave of nausea threatening to conquer her.
"P-please...please I don't want to upset you..." Emily whimpered, the panic and chaos swirling around maddeningly around her. Her mouth opened and said the first thing she thought of. "Please...I...I'm sorry...I'm sorry, Jennifer...please...please believe me..."

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Jennifer scowled at the girl.
She grabbed the bottle of antiseptic and roughly treated the bite wound.
"You dumb, dumb, bitch." she muttered under her breath, angry and happy to cause the girl more pain.
With that, she made sure the girl's ties were secure, and stormed off into the second room.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't fucking know"
"That is obvious"
"You aren't helping."
"Yes, we are. You aren't doing it right."
"What if she doesn't know anything?"
"She does."
"What if you are wrong?"
"Then you are in a great deal of trouble, bitch."
"But if she is who she says she is, if she is, in fact, no one..."
"You've tied, beaten, and tortured and raped a pretty little girl. Exactly how well do you think that will play out? People already don't like the fact that we help you."
"God you are right."
"She loved you fucking her"
"Does that mean it isn't..."
"Isn't rape? Of course it is."
"Again, not helping."
"You COULD, however, just KEEP her."
A shiver of delight.
"I could, couldn't I?"
"Yes. But stop thinking about your cunt. Focus. This is only after you KNOW she's safe."
"Yes."
"Then you and your cunt can have her all you want."
"Yes. Yes. I want. My cunt wants."
"So what are you going to do next?
Of course Emily was listening.
Of course, she only heard half.

 

[Britwitch]

Emily hissed through clenched teeth as Jennifer quickly cleansed the wound to her neck.
"You dumb, dumb, bitch."
To her combined relief and worry, Jennifer then left her. Stalking into the other room and leaving her alone.

Once she was certain Jennifer wasn't returning immediately, Emily began to wriggle like crazy. The rope around her wrists and ankles was tight and uncomfortable but Emily had to hope she could somehow loosen it if she tried.

"I don't fucking know...You aren't helping."
Emily's eyes shot to the doorway that Jennnifer had vanished through. A chill settling on her skin as she realised it was another conversation with an unseen party.

"What if she doesn't know anything?...What if you are wrong?...But if she is who she says she is, if she is, in fact, no one..."
"The first sensible thing I've heard you say..." Emily mumbled under her breath, her heart racing as she arched her back sharply, trying to get her bound hands closer to her ankles. Silently thanking the stars she had attending the gym classes her parents had insisted she did. While she no longer attended gym, having had other things to fill her free time after going to college, she was stil far more flexible than most girls her age.

"God you are right....Does that mean it isn't...Again, not helping."
Emily tried not to listen. The disjointed ramblings did absolutely nothing to ease her already terrified mind.

"I could, couldn't I?...Yes...Yes. Yes. I want. My cunt wants."
At those words Emily froze momentarily. Her stomach knotting at the prospect of being desired in any way by the clearly unstable woman in the next room.

All of the writhing and wriggling had served to pop the remaining buttons on her blouse, leaving her heaving chest in its restrictive and sodden bra on complete display. The material so damp it was practically translucent. Her fingertips brushed the rope around her ankles but it was in vain. To her horror, Jennifer re-entered the room.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

A feral howl of rage issued from Jennifer's throat as she saw her victim-enemy-lover trying to escape, surprising both women.
Not for the first time, Jennifer's mind fractured.
There was the anger, the one in control, Jenn. That woman gave Emily's face a hard backhanded hit, and then a punch to the girl's stomach, incapacitating her.

Then there was Jenny in the back. And she, honestly, did not understand what was going on.

Neither one of them did, they could only see part of the picture.

"What are you doing," Jenny asked her raging self.
"What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?" as she struck Emily's beautiful face again.
"I think you just gave her a black eye."
"Thats the point, you idiot. She was trying to escape, you gotta teach a cunt like this."

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING???" Jenn screamed in Emily's face.

"She obviously can't escape."
"This is why I'm here and you aren't. You don't understand the need for control." Jenn replied, condescendingly.
"But we love her," not pleading, just stating.

"YOU NEVER GET AWAY FROM ME UNTIL I LET YOU GO!" Jenn punched Emily hard in her hurt shoulder.

"I seriously doubt that, little girl," Jenn replied.
"I can prove it."
"Oh, please, get your fucking head out of those romance novels. Dyke."

"SAY IT! SAY I OWN YOU! SAY..." but Jenn was cut off, and her eyes glazed over, and she fell suddenly to her knees.

Jenny had pulled out a montage of the recent events, of how, in her mind, Emily and Jennifer had made love. She was making Jenn watch them, experience them again and again.

And there, on her knees, against part of her will, Jenn was cumming.

 

[Britwitch]

Emily's head was flung to the side, her vision going blurry for an instant before her eyes shut tightly as her stomach was filled with pain. Her breath knocked out of her, leaving her lying motionless for a moment or two.
The following smack to her face brought her back to reality.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING
Emily winced, tears falling once more down her cheeks. She could taste blood in her mouth, for the second time in as many minutes she could taste that metallic liquid upon her tongue.

"YOU NEVER GET AWAY FROM ME UNTIL I LET YOU GO!"
Emily cried out, her voice echoing in the small room as her shoulder exploded in agony.
"I...I'm sorry..." She pleaded but from the look on Jennifer's face, Emily wasn't even sure she could hear her.

"SAY IT! SAY I OWN YOU! SAY..."
Emily winced once more as the words cut off, expecting another blow but it didn't come. Tentatively raising her head she saw the utterly bewildering sight of Jennifer on her knees beside the bed. Her body jerking and trembling, lips parted and making the unmistakable sounds of pleasure she had heard not long ago.

Emily was shaking uncontrollably upon the bed. Her face ached, her cheek swollen and red from the slaps, her insides stinging along with her shoulder.
She felt a fresh wave of embarassment as she watched Jennifer reach some kind of apex on the floor, her body shuddering and crying out.
Then the room went quiet.

Emily's mind was screaming however. Trying to think of anyway at all she might be able to escape.
There seemed to be only one option. To play along with this sick game Jennifer seemed to want to play and hope that at some point her guard would drop...
Emily took a deep breath and with a voice that was husky with pain and fear she whispered...
"Please...please d-don't hurt me anymore, Jennifer...You...you own me..."

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Parts of Jennifer were shifting, changing.
Even her Court was confused and nervous. She could hear them shuffling to keep up with her.
It was completely unclear to everyone in the beautiful woman's head who was in control.
It was completely unclear if anyone was.
Whatever part of her was there, was injecting into the real world, that part was in ecstasy. That part felt their cunt spasm, drip, shiver, burn, cum.
That part was still drunk on the whole experience.
She almost didn't hear Emily say, "Please...please d-don't hurt me anymore, Jennifer...You...you own me..."
Then she looked up and saw what she'd done to this little girl. This girl she loved.
Jennifer, or whomever, had knelt in orgasm, and now she did so in supplication.
The softness and tenderness in her voice surprised them all.
"Oh, Emily, I'm so sorry," as she reached for Emily's feet, putting her brow to them.
"What is she doing?" the Court asked in single voice.
"I don't know." some part of Jennifer answered
"I don't want to hurt you," as she began kissing the girl's toes.
"What have you done to her?"
"I just made her remember."
"Emily is NOT what she says, you know that. She's here to hurt you."
"I know."
"But you love her."
"I think so."
"Where's that other girl..."
"I love you so much, you know I do," her voice so very submissive. Her lips along the arch of Emily's feet, kissing.
"Please, please forgive me." as her mouth went over all five toes of Emily's left foot, tongue wandering, teeth grazing.
She looked up without stopping, her eyes filled with tears. She looked up to meet Emily's eyes with her own

 

[Britwitch]

"Oh, Emily, I'm so sorry,"
Emily flinched instinctively as she felt Jennifer's head pressing against the sole of her feet. Despite the softly spoken words, she fully expected to feel the sting of a blow. But it didn't come.

"I don't want to hurt you,"
The delicate kisses to her toes tore Emily between simply kicking the undoubtedly crazed woman in the mouth and sinking into relief that the anger seemed to have faded...for the moment.

"I love you so much, you know I do...Please, please forgive me."
The sensation of the mouth kissing and nuzzling her foot was sending worrying, new signals up into Emily's body. Signals she wanted to ignore but that were already being answered by her treacherous body.

The look Jennifer then gave her was almost overcome with anguish that for a split second Emily almost felt sorry for her.
"I...I do..." Emily replied quietly, her own voice quiet and meek, echoing the tone Jennifer was now eerily using.

"Of course I do...please, please just untie me and I can show you..." Emily had no idea how or what Jennifer would want her to display but it might get her a step closer to freedom.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Every voice in Jennifer's head started screaming at once.
"Do it! We love her!"
"Do it! It'll lull her into telling us everything!"
"What the fuck are you doing??? She'll get away! You should punish her for even asking!!"
"Kill her."
"The knife, just long, shallow, slender cuts. That will loosen her lips."
"Who is the bigger whore, you or her?"
"Interesting."

"Oh god, of course, of course," Jennifer, or whomever, started playing at the ropes around Emily's ankles, slowly getting the knots undone.
"Oh thank you thank you thank you,"she was whispering as she continued to kiss Emily's feet, now also in gratitude.
Finally, the ropes slipped away and Jennifer (or whomever) began kissing the sole of Emily's left foot, lifting it, dragging her tongue down and around her ankle, kissing along her calf, before going down on the girl's full set of toes again, muffled moans.

 

[Britwitch]

"Oh god, of course, of course,"
Emily's body sagged with relief as she watched Jennifer's fingers move to the ropes, slowly but surely freeing her legs.
"Oh thank you thank you thank you,"

Emily wanted to ask her to untie her hands, still bound tightly, but before she could Jennifer's mouth stopped apologising and continued to cover her foot, ankle and lower calf with kiss and affectionate nibbles before taking her toes completely between her lips and began sucking and fondling them.

Emily squirmed. No one had ever really paid any attention to her feet before and in a way she almost wanted to laugh. It tickled, it wasn't exactly unpleasant but it was...odd...
But she held back the giggle that threatened to escape her lips. She couldn't risk angering the woman at her feet again.

She wanted to draw her foot back and kick her. Kick her hard and run, run anywhere. Whatever lay out in the woods beyond the door, it had to be better than this...

But then Emily's eyes closed and to her amazement she heard a long, low sigh leave her lips. Her body relaxing, legs parting slightly as her breathing slowed, growing slightly heavier.

Her other leg rising, bending at the knee and resting upon the top of the bed, in an attempt to allow the steadily rising sensations between her thighs to cool. Her clothes were now damp rather than wet and their moisture seemed only to emphasis the unwanted heat between her legs. She couldn't afford to fall under Jennifer's control again, she had to keep her wits about her...but it felt so good...so frighteningly good.