1 comments/ 17171 views/ 1 favorites A Massing of Moths Ch. 01 By: Vixandra The night air was quiet, unstirred by neither man nor beast, only the near silent flapping of delicate wings. Creatures ran through the darkness, feet landing in a silence reserved only for hunters. Among the creatures ran one who was not one of their own in form though she joined them in spirit. Long streaming hair caught in a tight braid whipped around her leather clad form as she ran, dodging trees and pits as if she were one of the four legged beasts that ran on all sides of her body. A howl ripped through the forests, shaking the woman out of her running, making her take stock of the forest around her. A flutter of wings near her ear, a whispered moth’s conversation, a nod on her part barely visible in the darkness. Light was rare, the sliver of a moon above competing with the bright stars for attention. An intruder in her realm, a poacher in her domain, the moth’s message told her. She growled deep in her throat, the sound making her companions’ hackles raise. With gestures and growls she informed them of what she’d been told. Their eyes flashed angrily in the faint light as they clustered around her, taking orders. There would be no mercy here, not for one who would dare invade her realm, kill her food animals, ignore all the warning signs. No more mercy then one afforded a deer when the pack needed to be feed. The intruder would pay for his transgressions, a life for a life. Moving through the trees, dancing between the beams of starlight, they ran, pack, kin and kindred, united in the defense of their territory. Hunting calls stirred the quiet forest, making any that were not pack dart for the safety of their thickets and dens. There would be no such safety for the one they hunted this eve, the woman decided with a grim smile, easily matching the pace of her pack. The alpha male and female flanked her, the fastest of the pack scouting ahead and howling back their reports. It was a single intruder, one of the two legged people the Mistress was from, the howls said. She was eating a deer she’d killed with her bow, the meat having cooked on a tiny fire. Scenting the air, the wolves woman could smell the meat cooking, could smell the intruder. There was something familiar about the scent, she mused. The small clearing the intruder had chosen for her camp was well placed for an ambush. Taking advantage of this, she silenced her wolves, sending the to enclose the clearing in a circle of teeth and fur. Nothing would escape this circle without either the Mistress’ approval or Death’s cold hand. The intruder was a small woman with close cropped hair, shorter by a hands span then the wolves’ woman. She wore a set of black riding leathers though there were no horses nearby. Her close cropped hair shone black as a raven’s wing in the firelight, dim as it was. She cleaned a hunter’s knife with hands used to work, head bent to her task. The wolves’ Mistress smiled wickedly. Perhaps this creature would not go for the pack’s bellies… perhaps a more pleasant use could be found for one so lovely as she. As if sensing her intentions, moths flooded from the forest to dance around the tiny fire, casting eerie shadows in the clearing. The hunter, for she must be so with that bow, tried to chase away the moths to no avail. They were a massing of moths, called by the forest Mistress’ intent and purpose and no other. It was cloaked in the shadows that the Mistress emerged from the trees, the alpha male and female on her sides, both of their massively shaggy heads reaching her hips. She was tall for a woman, her skin darkened by the dim light to a deep honey color. It was the flashing of her pale blue eyes and long red braid’s silver bindings that caught the hunter’s attention away from the moths. The hunter gasped, hands going for her hunter’s knife in defense against this woman who had appeared from the forest’s shadows. “What are you here,” the Forest Mistress asked, her voice soft and deadly, silk over steel. “You intrude and you poach upon my territory. Explain yourself, woman.” Fear flashed through the hunter’s chocolate brown eyes. “I… I am but a humble hunter. I didn’t know this territory was claimed.” “I find that doubtful,” the Mistress said, absently rubbing the ears of the female wolf to her right. “Perhaps you would care to restate that? I know my territory is well marked in multiple languages, both of man and of other creatures.” “I meant no offense,” the hunter protested as wolves began to close in from all sides. “I had little choice. Men from the west chase me for the killing of man I’ve never seen before.” “So you risk my mercy rather then suffer theirs,” the Mistress asked, her voice soft, deadly. “Perhaps you judged in error who would be the harsher punisher. Perhaps not. But- you took a life from my forest there for you own my forest and me a life. Yours shall do nicely.” The wolves, from an minute cue, tightened their circle, snarling at the woman. The hunter’s eyes grew wider as she took in the pack though she didn’t panic. “I won’t die quietly- at least one of yours will go with me.” “Maybe you would rather walk a path other then death,” the Mistress said, snapping her fingers. The wolves backed off, eyes on their mistress once more. The hunter eyed the Mistress wearily. “What do you offer?” “Life,” the Mistress said with a smile, changing from frightening to lovely with that one movement. “I offer you life in my service, to do with as I will for a span of four summers. At the end of your forth summer here, you may leave or stay, depending on my wishes and yours. Choose hunter- life or death?” “You can keep those men from me?” “Yes, I can. I am the Mistress of the Forest, you may call me Raelyn,” she said, a hand on her chest. “What should I call you, my little one?” “I haven’t accepted your offer yet,” the hunter said. “I’m Kirynthia of Tre’u, Kira for short.” “Then you choose to die,” Raelyn asked quietly, her voice cool as if it mattered little one way or the other which the hunter choose. “I…” Kira trailed off looking at the wolves around her. There was no escaping- it was either death by being torn apart or serve the woman before her who commanded the beasts. “I will serve you, for four summers, springs, winters and falls.” “Wonderful,” the Mistress said nodding. “I thought you were a smart creature. Come alone now- put out your fire well and let us go. My home is not far from here.” “Yes, Raelyn,” Kira said, though the words sounded choked, as if they cost her. Raelyn smiled as she waited, knowing the cost of submission by this strong looking hunter and valuing it all the more for the effort it took. She whispered in growls to her wolves, sending them to patrol the reaches of the forest for a few nights and days. Few mortals would dare her boundaries, but the death of a friend made men stupid and foolish. They would pay with their lives for that folly, Raelyn decided. Kirynthia of Tre’u, now Kira of the Moth’s Forest, followed her new captor through the forest, tripping occasionally, but mostly surefooted as hunters are. Her movements were loud compared to Raelyn’s silent steps, as if the very forest swallowed the sounds she made and kept them. Through trees, over a pair of rivers and around a huge hot spring, Raelyn ran at a light jog, keeping her new captive in her peripheral vision at all times. They reached the house in good order, though Kira had broken a sweat and was breathing hard. Raelyn stopped on the large porch that encircled the chateau that was built between, around and even including trees. It seemed to rustle with a faint night’s breeze for a moment, startling Kira. She looked to her new Mistress, wondering why they had stopped outside. Her voice was calm as she spoke, as she gave her first orders. “You will enter my house as befits one of your new stature. You are a slave, alive only for my pleasure and the pleasure of those I deem worthy of it. As such you will not enter my house wearing clothing I did not provide you. You can remove your clothing yourself or have it torn from you, either way works for me.” The alpha male snorted from behind Kira, drawing her eyes. He licked his lips as he watched her, as if daring her to refuse the Mistress’ order. Kira turned back to the Mistress, a look of confusion on her face. “I am not a whore to be taken as one wishes. I am a hunter and would serve you as that.” Her movements lightning fast, Raelyn has Kira’s hair in her hand, pulling the smaller woman over her knee, propped on the porch’s railing. A volley of sharp smacks upon her bottom had Kira howling almost as much as one of Raelyn’s wolves did on a full moon’s night. Raelyn’s voice brooked no argument. “You were giving an order, my slave, and you will obey or you will be punished. Now- I’m going to release you and you are going to strip or there shall be a far worse punishment in store for you.” True to her word, Kira was released from the iron like grip and set back on her own two feet. She shivered at the harshness of the words and the thought of walking anywhere naked. “I cannot walk into a house naked though, Raelyn.” “You will not walk,” Raelyn said with an exasperated growl. “You will crawl, as befits a new slave. You hold no rank in my house other then what I give you! Now stripe or the price will be steep.” Still the hunter held out, hands clutching her hunter’s leather jerkin and coat. “Very well,” Raelyn said, snapping her fingers. The two alpha wolves, all that remained of the pack, closed in on Raelyn, jaws snapping, forcing her up the steps. The Mistress opened the door to the house, signaling the wolves to continue herding the hunter turned slave onward. Kira shied away from their snapping jaws quickly after the female bit her, coming away with mouthful of cloth. “I do not joke in serious matters,” Raelyn explained as the wolves forced her captive through the house too quickly for her to take any stock of it. They forced her down a series of stone stair cases to a place deep below the surface. The doors slammed shut behind them, a bolt sliding home on the outside at a flick of Raelyn’s hand. “You are a slave, here for my pleasure. That will be enough, my lovelies.” The wolves stopped their snapping and retreated to a set of thick rugs on the far end of the elliptical room. Devices lined the walls, odd chairs and tables lined with straps along one side, the other bearing objects that Kira couldn’t identify beyond basic whips, crops and floggers. Raelyn pulled a crimson whip down from wall, testing it with a snap of her wrist. The crack sent shudders down Kira’s spine. Raelyn’s footfalls fell in a single line as she approached Kira, the whip playing about her. “Now, for the last time, strip or I will strip you.” “I…” Kira’s mouth went dry as she searched for the words. “I… can’t.” “Very well,” Raelyn said with a wicked smile. “Remember, this was your decision to do it the hard way.” Before Kira could answer the whip struck her across her thigh, slicing through the cloth like a hot knife through butter, leaving a red welt on the skin beneath. The captive screamed both in pain and fright, backing away from the advancing Mistress. There was no mercy in the whip’s falling as it sliced through cloth where ever it touched. Raelyn’s eyes were calm with a hint of pleasure in them, though Kira saw them not, trying to escape the whip as she did. Her efforts were in vain though and she soon stood before Raelyn, the tatters of her clothing falling from her latticed body. Still, even after the clothing fell away, Raelyn did not stop, guiding her captive to what looked like a pair of padded saw horses. Tossing the whip down, the Mistress threw her slave over the device and strapped down her torso and hips. Her feet were tied to the legs of the table, spreading her own legs wide apart. Arms were tied beneath her with enough give to be lifted to a lower pad, but not enough to untie herself. Kira lay shuddering across the pads, sweat coating her skin, making it shine in the room’s magic stone light. Raelyn walked to her captive’s face, crouching on the floor to look her in the eye. “You have been quite disobedient and so you pay for it, Kira. I do not brook any insolence in those that serve me, as you learn even now. There is little mercy in me, and certainly none of it for you. You will behave or you will be punished. Just now was for refusing to disrobe. What comes now is for entering my house incorrectly, despite being told how to do so.” “But I…” The slap she received echoed in the large room. “Silence! You were not given leave to speak. When I desire to hear your voice I shall ask to hear it. Now you will be quiet or I will gag and blindfold you. Or should I do that now? Ah, no more of your impertinence, I see. Good.” Raelyn rose gracefully to her feet and walked away, knowing Kira’s eyes were on her. From a hook on the wall she pulled down a large, broad paddle in a thick wood. She tested the heft, watching Kira’s face become scared anew before exchanging the board for a much lighter one. It wouldn’t do to bloody the novice already. Approaching her captive once more, Raelyn smelled something she had not before. A scent of arousal, of desire on the air, floating from the neither regions of her captive. The Mistress laughed then, her voice tinkling in the room. She ran a hand over Kira’s buttocks, down her haunches to her knee and up her inner thigh to the apex. Her pubic curls were damp with juices, her body flushed. She thrashed against her bindings as Raelyn examined in close detail the area between her legs. A very light lacing of black curls guarded her outer lips and mound, moisture glistening on the ones closest to her opening. Parting her labia, Raelyn could easily see her pink clit and was amused when it twitched as her breath caressed it. Parting the inner lips, the Mistress was not surprised to find a small, almost unused entrance to Kira’s core and above it the tiny brown opening of her anus. Her hot breath upon the area made Kira gasp though the captive wisely did not speak, having finely resigned herself to whatever Raelyn planned. She was taken by surprise by the first fall of the paddle, falling squarely on her buttocks, gasping open mouthed. “You will keep that pretty mouth shut unless I tell you to open it,” Raelyn growled at her captive, slicing the paddle through the air and onto the unprotected skin once more. Kira writhed beneath the blows, again and again the wooden paddle fell, its sharp smack accented only by the captive’s closemouthed moans and gasps. For how long the paddling went on Kira had no clue. She entered a haze, crossing between pain and pleasure, agony and joy. Never before had she experienced such feelings, such sharp contrasts. Of course, she’d never been tied down and beaten by another woman for that matter, a small part of her mused as the blows rained. Any resistance to Raelyn she had, she lost in those first falls of the paddle, giving all of herself over to the beating, buttocks rising and falling as much as they were able with the blows. Raelyn paused a moment to admire her handiwork, the deep crimson of her captive’s butt. The rest of her body was covered in tan, paler where her clothing would have been but still darker by far then Raelyn’s. Caressing the tortured skin, the Mistress spoke. “You are of northern stock are you not?” “Yes,” Kira whispered after an initially failed attempt. The paddle slammed down, much harder then before, on the reddened flesh and Raelyn’s voice was just as angry. “Care to rephrase that, slave of mine?” “If it pleases you, Mistress,” Kira sobbed, noticing for the first time the tears streaming down her face. “Much better, I rather like that,” Raelyn said with a nod. She replaced the paddle on the wall and removed a smooth chamois. After spreading an ointment of aloe vera on the chamois, she used it to rub down her captive’s buttocks and upper thighs, the cooling gel a welcome relief from the heat. Raelyn spoke as she rubbed Kira down with another clean chamois, her voice soft but firm. “Such is your life to be here. Behave and you will be praised and rewarded. Misbehave and your punishment shall be swift and painful, until I am satisfied that you understand what you did was wrong. Do you understand?” “Yes, Mistress,” Kira said, trying not to lean into her touch and failing miserably. She flinched when she heard the buckles of her restraints released and remained in her place unmoving. Raelyn unclasped the last restraint and smiled. “Very good- you will always wait for my command to remove yourself from a position you’ve assumed for punishment. You may stand, stretch, work out any kinks, slave.” The word “slave” sent a flame of something indefinable through Kira, forced her to stand slowly. She rose up to her toes, stretching, then bent over, hands flat on the floor as she stretched. Raelyn watched her movements, noticing just how flexible her new pet was. That could be of use in the future, the Mistress noted silently. And such resilient skin in addition to a desire to serve. “Have you ever been beaten as I just did before?” “No, Mistress,” Kira whispered, looking at her new Mistress from under her eyelashes. On a sudden inspiration, she knelt before the Mistress, hands on her knees, expectantly looking up at her. “Wonderful,” Raelyn said with pleasure. “Spread your legs- wider. There you go, hands on your thighs. You must never hesitate to assume that position when I summon you to my side or you’ve completed a tasking I set for you. Now- lets go get you something to drink. Heel.” Raelyn walked a bit slower then usual, to let Kira get used to crawling on all fours behind her. All in all, it had been a rather pleasing night. A Massing of Moths Ch. 02 Please read the previous chapters, or this will make little sense. Kira awoke around midmorning the next day with a start. She lay still for a moment, feeling the soft pallet below here, the fluffy quilt on top of her. Looking around, she remembered all that had happened the day before. Running from the men that pursued her to avenge a murder she did not commit, being found by the wolves, Raelyn taking her as a slave in return for her life. The whipping, paddling, gentle touches afterward. Being fed and given a saucer of milk to lap up as if she were a cat. Crawling behind her new Mistress, pain flaring through her with every move, being told to sleep on the fluffy pallet at the foot of Mistress’ bed, covered in a quilt and then the oblivion of a dreamless sleep. It seemed like a dream, as if it had happened to someone else. A movement brought her buttocks in contact with the pallet, proving it hadn’t been a dream through the sudden flare of pain and awareness of the area. Looking around, she saw sunlight streaming in through the bay windows that ringed the Mistress’ sleeping chamber, perched as it was atop a small tower that rose from the main body of the chateau like house she lived in. Kira shook the last trendles of sleep from her head and crawled from her pallet, stretching like a cat. Footsteps at the door caught her attention and she looked up to see her Mistress standing in the doorway, a wry smile on her face. Kira gasped at the sudden appearance and at her beauty. By the light of day, Raelyn’s long red hair skimmed the tops of her thighs in a crimson curtain, swaying in a wind that Kira couldn’t feel. Skin like crème framed deep blue eyes that seemed to call Kira up into a kneeling position as she’d been instructed to take last night. A part of her protested, wondered why she was doing such a thing, yet that was the old her, it seemed. An old version of herself that was not longer required. All that there was now, all that mattered and should matter now was serving her Mistress, her Lady of the Forest. Raelyn’s naturally pink lips turned up at the corners at this, her delicate but strong hand reaching out to caress the side of Kira’s face. She looked over her new slave and felt a flash of pride. This one would do very well, very well indeed. The sleeveless blue velvet tunic cleaved to Raelyn’s full breasts, cinched in below by an under-bust corset. The edges of the tunic were traced in black leaves and ivy, mirrored on the corset in a blue that matched the tunic. The top of the tunic barely covered her haunches, coated themselves in black leather pants that matched the corset, bearing the same leaves and ivy tracery. A crop was held loosely in Raelyn’s hand, reminding Kira sharply of the night before. As if she could forget with the lash marks still showing vividly on her skin, her buttocks still sore from the abuse they’d taken. Yet it seemed to Kira that the girl who had refused to enter the house as told, who’d refused so many things, was no longer real. The reality she felt inside her now was… different, unexplained, truer then any she’d known before. “Come along, Kira,” Raelyn said briskly, tapping the side of her thigh and pulling Kira from her thoughts. “Tis past time for breakfast. I have been lenient today, for I know yesterday was quite trying for one so new to this lifestyle. You shall adapt quick though, I know it. Heel.” Kira hastened to take her place at Raelyn’s right heel, wincing occasionally at the feel of the hardwood floors on her knees. She was allowed to stand to go down the many staircases, but had to return to all fours on the landings. A light tap of the crop on her sore buttocks encouraged her to crawl faster, to keep up with her Mistress’ quick pace. More taps of the crop lead her into the kitchen and to a pair of wide shallow bowls placed on the floor. One held simple water, the other an omelet with deer and wild mushrooms in it. It was delicious, Kira thought as she ate quickly then lapped up the water from her other dish. When both dishes were empty, Raelyn bid her to wash them both, quickly but with grace. “Everything you do must be with grace,” Raelyn explained as Kira also washed the dishes used to prepare breakfast. “You represent me and I am graceful, so shall you be as well. You‘ve a great many things to learn yet, Kira, but learn you shall and well, if I’m not mistaken. All done- yes, well then, it is a lovely day, let us go out to the gardens.” Raelyn tapped Kira back onto her hands and knees and guided her through other parts of the house, out a pair of double doors and into a lush garden. The soft grass was a welcome change for Kira’s knees and hands after the hardwood flooring of the house. Mistress took a seat on a bench and motioned for Kira to kneel up before her. “I know you are probably ripe with questions, but you will hold them until I finish speaking and questioning you, do you understand this?” “If it pleases you, Mistress,” Kira said, wondering where these words of submission had come from. Just the day before she had been free, independent. A hunter, respected for her prowess as few females in her world were. And yet… now she knelt as this odd woman’s feet, waiting for yet another command, longing for something… something she could not name. “Good,” Raelyn said, patting Kira’s head. “As I told you last night, I am the Mistress of the Forests and the Chateau that lies within. All you see around you is in my care. In return for this, I am bound to the forest, I may not leave. Everything I need is provided here as are many things I want. Visitors frequent my forest, some of them welcome, some of them not. You will now help me greet these visitors, at my side, like a good pet should be. Silent and beautiful.” Kira blushed crimson, looking down at the ground, suddenly shy. Would others find her submission strange? Would they understand there was no alternative- that this woman, this Mistress, Raelyn was undefeatable in her realm? And did it matter so if they didn’t understand? Raelyn went on, seemingly unconcerned with her captive’s thoughts. “As I said, you’ve a great deal to learn, both about life here in the forest, and about yourself. I shall strive in all things to provide for you well, to see that you are healthy. You will never be truly hurt on purpose. Oh, I will spank, and lash and do things you have scare imagined, but I will not break your bones, make you bleed intentionally without your consent nor cause you other irreparable harm. Do you understand?” “Yes, Mistress Raelyn,” Kira said, relieved, even though she hadn’t even thought that she might be truly hurt before Mistress had mentioned it. “That settled, now for you to answer some questions for me. Have you been with a man intimately before? Or are you a virgin still?” “I…” Kira paused for a moment only to find her breasts slapped by the crop. She stammered out her answer around a fresh torrent of tears. “I have lain with two men, Mistress, but that was well over a year ago.” “You will always answer me promptly,” Raelyn said, voice cross. “There is nothing that you can hide from me here, remember that and always answer honestly and quickly. Next question- were the two men at the same time?” “Oh, no, Mistress,” Kira said with a gasp. “I- I couldn’t do that!” “The old you could not,” Raelyn agreed. “The new you- well, you don’t know what she can do yet, do you?” “No, Mistress, I do not.” “We shall delve into that a bit later today,” Raelyn said with a nod. “Now, did you have any questions you would ask of me? Come now, don’t be shy- speak up.” “Not really, Mistress,” Kira said. “I know my place here- I am your slave to do with as you will. I am to serve you for four years in return for you not killing me. More then that, I’m sure will be explained along the way, right?” “Correct,” Raelyn said, standing now. “Well, time for that delving I spoke of, yes? Heel.” Kira felt a flash of terror roll through her as she followed, scared and unsure of what lie ahead. But there was a small but sure center of confidence in her, confidence that Raelyn spoke the truth and would truly not harm her permanently. Apparently spanking and being beating did not fall in that category, she mused, quickening her pace to keep up with Raelyn. Kira wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing quite yet. It hurt, the pain had been over whelming last night, but… something within her had been released by it, by the pain. It was as if she’d been reborn between one fall of the paddle and the next, a new creature emerging from within her. She was still of and in the same body… but no longer Kirynthia, the hunter, the free one. She was now Kira, the slave, the kept one. Oddly satisfied with the change, Kira did not protest being lead once more into the depths below the main house. Raelyn’s boot-clad feet clicked merrily on the stone floor of the lower levels of the house. She’d never gotten around to replacing it with carpeting or hardwood and didn’t plan on it in the future. Stone was so much easier to clean, and it didn’t stain like some other materials did. She lead the way to a chamber that Kira hadn’t seen before. It bore a placard on the door declaring it to be the “Room of Entrances.” The door was the same as all the other ones, a sturdy wooden door with a glassed window in the top half, some of them blocked by curtains. Raelyn pushed open the door and waved Kira in, her face unreadable. “This is, as you probably read, the Room of Entrances. All of them. I’m sure you’ll admire the name once we’re done.” Kira’s eyes grew wide as she took in the room, wondering what she had gotten herself into. The room’s center held many odd devices, some apparently meant to be sat upon, others to strange to understand. The walls were lined with trunks and display cases of odd things, bowls and barrels of unidentifiable things, all labeled in a language that Kira could not understand. She looked back up at her Mistress, wondering what was in store for her next, knowing there was nothing she could do to avoid it. Raelyn smiled pleasantly and, using her crop, guided Kira forward to one of the more simplistic devices. It at first appeared to be a chair with braces for the legs though Kira soon found out these were not just to support her legs, they were to keep them spread. She was strapped into the seat, her hands bound to her sides, strapped at shoulder and belly into the chair. Her legs were also strapped, thigh, calf and ankle into the braces, then spread wide, giving Raelyn an uninterrupted view of her body. “Now, first things first, we’re going to remove all that unsightly hair from your womanhood, for I find it quite distracting and it might catch in something, not fun.” As she spoke Raelyn placed a bucket beneath Kira’s chair, a stool between her legs and a small portable workbench next to it. On the work bench she laid down a wicked looking set of razors, a bowl of water, another of a thick foamy substance, and a third one of a thick lotion. All of the bowls gave off the faint aroma of honey, as if they were made from it. Raelyn sat down on the stool after laying a pile of fluffy white towels on a shelf that slid out from the workbench. “Now, poppet-mine, you’re not going to wiggle around or struggle, are you?” “No, Mistress Raelyn.” “Good, now do please stay still.” The Mistress’ hands were sure and a bit cool as they wet a washcloth from the pile of towels in the water basin and ran the cool fluid over Kira’s body, cleaning her with a surety, as if she’d done this to others countless times before. After rinsing her off, Raelyn applied the foamy substance, a tingling warmth that spread through Kira’s body as the skilled hands worked the lather into every crevice of her pelvic area, missing nothing. She let out a small yelp when Raelyn’s fingers ran over her anus, laid to light by the position of the chair. A sharp slap to her thigh quieted her, the red mark reminding her that protesting was not a wise idea, unless one wanted to be slapped again. From the selections of razors, Raelyn choose one of extreme sharpness, about an inch wide, held on either side by a device that she’d been brought by a dear friend. The blade glided over Kira’s skin, slicing easily through the course hair of her mound. Brown eyes wide, Kira watched as Raelyn methodically removed all of the hair between her thighs, even the darker hairs curled around her anus. Again, the cool cloth sluiced over her skin, washing away any last traces of the foam, followed by the towel drying her off. “Ah, much better,” Raelyn said with a wicked smile. She then took a dollop of the lotion and warmed it between her hands before running them down Kira’s now bare inner thighs. Her hands massaged and calmed, excited and soothed Kira. A flush came to the slave’s cheeks as Raelyn finished, rubbing some of the lotion between her buttocks, fingers caressing her anus. “Oh, you like that, my poppet? Interesting, interesting indeed.” Kira squirmed in her bindings now as she watched Raelyn clear away the shaving materials, clearing of the work table. The wry grin on her Mistress’ face worried her a bit as did the new case she was opening on the work bench. The lotion was still on the bench, though it looked a bit out of place next to the contents of the case. Raelyn tossed away the lid to the case, knowing the throwing wouldn’t break it but the sound of it clanging against the floor would elicit a gasp from Kira. It did, much to Raelyn’s pleasure, followed by another one at the sight of the case’s contents. Kira’s inexperienced mind could only think that Kira had had carvings of male organs made, which was pretty close to the truth. They’d been brought in by a man from a land conversant with the pleasures that a woman could feel, designed to bring a response whether the woman willed it or no. Though from the fluids dripping from her pussy, Kira obviously wasn’t adverse to the idea physically, whatever she might think mentally. Raelyn ran a finger from her clit down to her vagina, entering the quivering orifice with a single finger tip, sliding in easily. “Yes, you are quite happy to be in my care. I can’t imagine what you were doing to stifle these urges you so obviously feel.” As she listened to those words, Kira felt Raelyn’s finger inside her, caressing, making her whimper in the back of her throat. The finger found a spot inside her and rubbed, turning the whimpers into uncontrolled moans, though Kira managed to keep her mouth shut. “Very good, Kira,” Raelyn crooned, taking her finger from inside her. She held it up to Kira’s lips. “Lick it, dear one, taste yourself, your excitement. Know that your body acknowledges me as you Mistress as your heart will in time.” Kira had no choice other then to accept the probing finger into her mouth, to taste her own fluids of passion. No choice but to suckle on the finger until it was withdrawn to caress the side of her face, her breasts, pinching a nipple at random. Her moans took an almost feverish pitch when Raelyn’s free hand picked up one of the objects from the case, a formed cock about eight inches long, relatively thin compared to the rest of its fellows. But she knew it would seem like a lot to the inexperienced Kira. Kira was lost in the sensations of her body, eyes closed, teeth clenched, moans creeping out between them as she writhed against her bindings. She felt the tip of the cock run down her stomach, flit about her outer lips before Raelyn pulled back both sets of her most intimate lips. A bolt of fear arched through her, hot and fast, quickly replaced in a wash of abandonment, of complete freedom of her body, amplified by the bindings that held her fast still. Raelyn slowly advanced the cock into her captive, inch by inch until Kira had taken a good six inches of it. Lightning quick, she pulled the device out, making Kira gasp and cry out, startled and longing. Again the cock inched its way inside and was pulled out, faster and faster, again and again. Kira’s body was coated in a fine sheen of sweat, her hips bouncing against the leather cushion of the chair, sending flares of painful pleasure from her lash marks to join the waves of ecstasy she felt from the cock. “I, Mistress, I’m…” words failed Kira as an unknown feeling brought screams to her now parted lips, the sound echoing off of the walls in the room. A swift push of the cock inside sent Kira over that shining edge she felt, her screams soundless now, body shaking and hot to the touch. Such feelings, such sensations, she had never even known they existed, that she could feel such pleasure. Raelyn studied her slave as she sank back to Earth, smiling happily, her eyes sparkling with it. There would be no hours spent teaching this one passion, she mused, running a hand over Kira’s thigh. And she shudders so prettily. I really rather lucked out with this one. Raelyn cleaned up, washing the cock she’d used in a special solution, drying it and replacing it in the case before stowing the workbench and stool back in their proper places. She then unfastened the bindings that held Kira in place, pulling her legs from the braces as she did so. Kira gasped at the sudden change in position, her mind still reeling with what she’d experienced. She slid from the chair, body still shuddering ever so slightly. Her lips found Raelyn’s boots, kissed the ankles again and again as she knelt there before her Mistress. Raelyn knelt before her slave, tilting her chin up with a loving hand. “That is lovely, poppet mine. You may always express your pleasure thus. Your screams were rather effective too, I might add.” Kira blushed, fighting the urge to look away as she would have in her previous life. “If it pleases you, Mistress.” “Aye, it pleases me greatly. Come, we need to get you washed up and fed- tis nearing dusk.” They went back upstairs, Kira crawling at Raelyn’s side, mind still a bit fuzzy, but happy, truly happy for the first time she could ever remember. She was ushered into a room feed by a hot spring beneath the house and told to take as long as she liked bathing. To shave her legs and get completely clean, then to use the lotion sitting on the counter of the bathing room. Kira nodded and kissed Raelyn’s boots before she left. Raelyn added a few logs to the hearth fires, humming a wordless tune as she worked, preparing dinner for both herself and Kira. A wolf’s howl broke the peaceful quiet, raising the hair on the back of Raelyn’s neck. They had company in the forest once more. Men on horses with bows and arrows, cursing, looking for a young woman, a hunter who’d killed one of their own. Raelyn shook her head, annoyed with the matter. Had some of her signs fallen? Was there a lax in the ability to understand the language of man these days? Or to even listen to the rumors she’d had placed about her forests? No matter, Raelyn thought, holding up a hand so a moth could land on it, wings dappled gray and black. She would deal with these men, these hostiles that had entered her territory without permission. They will pay for their insolence and stupidity, the Mistress mused, finishing her preparations for dinner as she heard the door to the bathing room open. They would pay rather well indeed. A Massing of Moths Ch. 03 The next morning dawned fresh and clear, the sunlight sparkling through the forests. Raelyn sat up in her bed and smiled down at her pet, her Kira, sleeping soundly on her down-filled pallet at the foot of the massive bed Raelyn called her own. Stepping silently from the bed, she padded to her private laboratory and performed her morning absolutions. She emerged clean and dry, thanks to a spell she used to dry her long hair. She dressed with care- black velvet pants that clung to her legs and hips before flaring out over riding boots. A hunter's shirt in crisp white, held in place with a black velvet vest-like bodice. Her hair she swept into a braid, tied with a black leather tie to keep it out of her way. Today she would deal with the intruders, would make them sorry they'd crossed the borders into her forests. She smiled wickedly. This would be rather fun indeed. By midmorning, Kira sat, mounted on a rather large elk, easy in the saddle of the creature now, though she was still nervous about its jumping. She'd been given clothing to wear after Raelyn told her of the intruders. "But Mistress, they're here to kill me!" "I will protect you," Raelyn had said with a cross glare. "Do you doubt that, Kira-mine?" "No, Mistress," Kira had whispered, sinking to her knees. "I don't doubt you." "Good, now dress and let us be off." The clothing felt odd to Kira after two days of being nude. Unnatural and confining, though there wasn't much to her outfit. Woolen leggings kept her legs warm in the early spring chill and left little to the imagination, her body outlined by the cleaving green wool. A tunic that reached to her mid-thigh kept her warm enough, its long sleeves flaring slightly at the wrists. A bow had been provided, one of master craftsmanship, elks traced over its arches, a sheath of arrows given in accompaniment, far better then the ones she'd carried before. The elk she rode, decked in a simple green saddle and bridle, was a deep red hue with large curving antlers. Raelyn had said its name was Ceorin. Kira patted its neck affectionately as she followed Raelyn. The Mistress of the forests was not seated upon an elk but on one of her own wolves. The creature, large to began with, had doubled in size at her command, becoming about three meters from nose to tail, more then large enough to ride on. There was no saddle, no bridle, the creature followed unspoken orders from Raelyn, that much Kira could see. The elk, Ceorin, seemed to have no qualms about following the wolf, nor did he spook as the rest of the pack joined them, forming a circle around the two women. "We're close now, Kira," Raelyn said suddenly, pulling Kira from her musings. The wolves tightened their protective circle around the two women. Raelyn went on. "Do not speak unless I give you leave to. Even here, meeting these men, you are my slave, my Kira, not their Kirynthia. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress Raelyn," Kira said, comforted by the words. "Good," Raelyn said, changing to a side-saddle like position on the wolf she rode, her back ramrod straight. "Let us greet these fools that would tread upon my land without my welcome." A fine mist spread out from Raelyn, crawling through the forest, carried by a massing of the silvery moths that followed Raelyn wherever she went. They carried the mist around the small band of men, running trendles of it between their horses. The men cursed colorfully, using anger to mask the fear they felt over the sudden rising mist. The moths were creepy as well, night creatures fluttering about in full daylight, the sun at its zenith in the sky still. Kira started at the mist herself but was calmed again by Raelyn. "Do not be afraid, my pet. This is my doing- I do love making a grand entrance. Now watch and learn." The wolves seemed to chuckle as she motioned half of the pack out to surround the mounted party of men, driving them to the clearing where Raelyn and Kira now sat atop their steeds. Howls and wolven growls ripped through the forest followed by the high pitched squeals of frightened horses, the yells of angry men. The howls rippled, one atop the other, making it impossible to tell where one began and another left off, giving the image of a pack far larger then the one Raelyn kept. She smirked wickedly for a moment before a howl alerted her to their arrival at the other end of the clearing. Composing herself, Raelyn easily slipped behind the mask she wore as the Mistress of the Forest to outsiders- cold, calm and collected. She nodded to Kira and the pair rode forward, though Kira stayed behind Raelyn to her left side. The men's curing halted suddenly as the wolves calls did, their attention turning to the women emerging from the mists before them. A few crossed themselves, eyes wide, though none made move to attack. "What are you doing here in my forest, sons of man?" The leader of the group nudged his mount to the front of the group, its eyes rolling wildly at the sight of the giant wolf though it made no move to run. "I am the hunter Broderick and we are seeking a murderer that fled into your forest." "I care not for the matters of men outside my realm," Raelyn said coldly. "Be gone from my land, now, or face dire consequences." "No woman threatens me," a man from the back of the group cursed. He kicked his mount forward, getting a good look at the two women for the first time. His eyes widened when he saw Kira. "You have her! The bitch that killed my brother! I'll kill both of you!" "I think not," Raelyn said with a haughty chuckle. "This is my slave, my pet, my Kira and you may not have her. As for killing me- you're welcome to try. I dislike turning down a decent fight. You kill me and you can have her." Broderick's arm reached out and grabbed the man's shoulder. "Nay, Alaric, don't do this. You've heard the stories of the Mistress of these forests, don't join your brother in the afterlife just for that tramp." The wolves ringing the clearing growled angrily, understanding the insult to one they considered to be one of their own now. One even went so far as to snap at Broderick's horse, making the beast shy, knocking into Alaric's mount. Raelyn looked back at Kira. "Tell these men what you told me, my pet." "Yes, Mistress," Kira said with a bow of her head. She looked to Alaric and raised her voice to carry through the clearing. "I did not kill Wroth, Alaric and well you know it. He died from drinking two barrels of that trash you two brew, not by my hand." "He was purple- he'd been strangled," Alaric screamed, wildly trying to control his horse now. "I know you killed him, you witch." "I grow tired of this," Raelyn said before Kira could answer. "She has told you what happened and whether you believe her or not is no concern of mine. Now, be gone from my forest or I'll kill the lot of you. Make your choices now." The men eyed Roderick and the dozen wolves that surrounded them. "I say we leave," said one and he was echoed by the rest. "No woman is worth dying for. And Alaric- she could be telling the truth- that stuff you make could kill a cat." "No, I won't leave her," Alaric said angrily, his pudgy face red. He kicked his horse forward, forcing the beast to charge at Kira. "I'll kill the bitch on the wolf and then I'll kill her." Raelyn's voice was clearly annoyed though not angry. "He dies for this- do not try for retribution or you will join him." "No woman can kill me," Alaric growled as his horse charged past Raelyn onto Kira. "Pet of mine, do as you need to." Kira's bow was already knocked with one of the razor sharp arrows and she loosed it straight into Alaric's heart though it was Ceorin that delivered the killing blow with his sharp hooves after Alaric fell from his horse. "Anyone else," Raelyn asked, allowing her wolf to trot forward, tongue lolling from his mouth. "I advise you leave, now." "We have to take her," Roderick said, his eyes obviously tired. "I just watched her kill a man- I have to take her to our judge for punishment." "Kira?" "Yes, Mistress?" "Shoot them." "With pleasure, Mistress." Arrows rained down on the men, one after the other, striking true with each shot. The dozen men were reduced to three, huddled on their horses, tears flowing down their faces. The fallen men had been pounced upon by wolves, throats torn out and limbs ripped off. "Last time- leave." "Yes, ma'am," Said the eldest of the three remaining men. The wheeled their horses about and fled the way they had come, wolves chasing after them. The wolves would only stop once they reached the edge of the forests. They did not venture into the plains that encircled the forest of the Mistress, by both her orders and their own territorial instincts. Raelyn led the way back to her house in silence, lost in her thoughts. Those men would carry stories of an army of killer wolves, of a demonic woman who controlled them and a wicked hunter who served her, she was sure. A smile curved her lips. It would be interesting to see what stories of her Alex brought on his next trip to her home. He was due in but a fortnight's time. The Mistress looked back at her slave and nodded happily. Barely enough time to get her properly trained and ready to serve, she mused, looking forward to the task greatly.