5 comments/ 38658 views/ 10 favorites The Captives Ch. 01 By: Cndrlla69 I do not belong here. I do not speak the language, do not understand these people. I only know some of the customs of this barbarish land, as I was well educated in my youth. I never expected to need the information. I never expected to have been captured from my home and brought here. Where "here" actually is, I cannot quite say. I know only that I, along with my only daughter, have been brought to somewhere in their country. I believe we are in the home of one of their Overlords, but I do not know what this home is like as we arrived under cover of darkness. I believe it is of impressive size however, as the few rooms I have been in thus far are vast. Every room, including the one in which I now reside, has been immense and richly appointed. This room in particular seems especially luxurious. The floors and walls are of a dark wood, there is exposed stonework around the fireplace, and rich jewel tone rugs scattered about the floor. Besides the chair upon which I sit and other scattered tables and chairs, there is a bed. It is massive, monstrous in size. The four corner posts are of dark wood, as wide as tree trunks and reach up to the ceiling. It is covered in blue silk with scattered pillows. Everything here screams sensuality. There is a scent hanging over this room. It is not cloying or exotic, but familiar and sensual. It seems to originate from a brazier upon a nearby table. It is a scent from my homeland. It makes my mouth water, as it is the scent of chocolate covered red spring berries, a decadent luxury I have rarely had. The scent stirs feelings of longing and lust in me; which are quite inappropriate in my circumstance. Other than these observations, I cannot see much else of the room, as the only light comes from the fireplace, which is large enough that I could walk into it and stand comfortably. Sadly, I cannot get up to explore as I wish. Upon being brought in by attendants, I was cuffed to this chair. Thick leather bracelets hold my wrists down to the chair arms, the same bracelets encircle my ankles attaching them to the chair legs, pulling my legs open wide. I am not uncomfortable by any means. I am, however, completely exposed, as I am naked, my sex is spread wide for any to see, and I am not alone. There are two others in this room with me; one I am completely familiar with, the other a complete stranger. Behind my chair stands my eighteen-year-old daughter. She is much like me although she is young and nubile. Both of us with long hair as the custom of our people is that once becoming a woman, a female does not cut her hair. Mine therefore is much longer, deep brown that is streaked white with age, hers is not as long but also deep brown, streaked the blonde of youth and sunshine. Where my full breasts sag some with the passage of time, hers, of similar shape and fullness, show the firm pertness of youth. We are both curvy females, although I am heavier than she, built to fill a man's hands and entice his touch. As she moves from behind to stand next to me, stoking my wet hair with a brush, I glance at her and notice something else. Upon our arrival here, we were separated. I was whisked away by attendants to some sort of bathing chamber. I was stripped of clothing and scrubbed until I thought my skin would come off. Then I had been shaved. My pussy, legs, and armpits were now bare. My daughter had not been shaved. She was still furred. Although naked also, she retained her jeweled mesh belt which showed her rank to others in our homeland. It occurred to me that in this land these might be outward symbols of her virginity to any one who glanced her way. As she continued to brush my long hair as it dried in the warmth of the fire, my mind wandered to the one other person in the room, the stranger. I knew it was a man, I knew he sat there in silence, in the darkness just beyond the light given us by the fire. Who was he? Was this the Overlord who had captured us? What did he intend for us? The questions began to overwhelm my mind. I gave up and relaxed into the care of my daughter's hands. A sigh escaped my lips as I focused my attention on the sensations the brushing was creating. Once my hair was completely dry, she began on the braiding. She is quite talented and able to create intricate patterns in even the finest of hair. As women in our home did not cut their hair it grew long and was kept braided most of the time, therefore, her skills were in great demand. She quickly had one side of my head tamed in rows extending from my face backward where she combined them into thicker braids down my back. As she began the other side, her hands faltered and shook slightly as we both heard a noise from the far end of the room outside the ring of light. I glanced toward the sound, straining my eyes toward the darkness. I could make out a shadow moving. I was eaten with curiosity. Finally, he stepped into the light. This could only be the Overlord. He emanated a commanding presence; a feeling of power flowed from him and washed over me. Despite my fears, a strange calm settled in my mind. As I examined him with my eyes, my insides tighten, a bolt of pure lust shot through me and my pussy was instantly wet. What was happening to me? I shouldn't feel this way. This man was my captor. But, what a man he was. He stood before us naked. He seemed to be similar of age to myself, very well built, very strong. I took in his sandy colored streaked hair; he was probably outdoors in the sun quite a lot. I could not tell the color of his eyes, only that they were very deep and expressive with lines at the edges that suggested he smiled often. I noticed a scar running along his cheek from the outer corner of his left eye toward his chin. His lips were full and I felt myself wishing to touch them. Strong arms and wide tanned chest tapered to a narrow waist and hips. My eyes stopped there, admiring. He was also shaved and his masculinity was on view standing at full attention. He was thick and powerful. I couldn't help thinking how filling he would be. I compulsively attempted to close my legs, which was impossible. I squeezed my inner muscles trying in vain to appease the tension building inside me and I felt my pussy flood with juices. I became aware again of my daughter still working at my hair. I glanced up at her, wondering how she was handling his presence. I could see her glancing at him through lowered lashes, trying not to allow either of us to know she was looking, shy, sly girl. I could see the appreciative glow in her hazel eyes. It probably echoed the look in my own. At this moment, I didn't care that this man was our captor; I wanted him and wondered what he had in store for the two of us. He slowly approached us and stood before me, gazing down. I bravely held his eyes. At this distance I could see that they were a deep green. His hand reached out to me and I did not flinch. Instead of violence, he caressed my cheek. His palm was large and warm. With difficulty I did not lean into his touch. He sank slowly to his knees between my spread legs. His warm hands now upon my knees running up and down from there to my upper thighs. I felt my daughter's hands upon my shoulders. I had not even realized that she had moved behind me. The Overlord looked up at her. Raising his hands to hers, he moved them from my shoulders to my breasts, his hands covering hers and encouraging them to fondle me there. Under their combined attention, my nipples rose to hard peaks. As his hands returned to my knees, hers continued to attend to my breasts. The continuous, methodical stroking was causing my pussy to grow wetter and wetter. When his hands reached around to cup my buttocks and he leaned his face in toward me, I nearly came in excitement. He breathed in deeply and sighed, seeming to enjoy the scent of my arousal. He looked up at me with a purely lustful grin before pulling me toward him in the chair. Finally, I felt his tongue upon me. It swiped me from my ass to my clit. My juices poured from me soaking his tongue. As his lips encircled my swollen bud, I threw me head back in ecstasy. He began sucking on my clit in earnest. My hips thrust toward him wantonly encouraging him, enjoying the strong pulling sensations. His finger entered me, then two, then three. I felt so full. He cupped me inside until he found that special spot, then he stroked me. The combination of the magic his tongue and fingers were creating made me fall apart. My body thrummed and vibrated against him as I screamed in ecstasy. Juices gushed from me, which he proceeded to lick up. I finally began to settle back to earth and realized my head was pillowed between my daughter's ample breasts. I could feel the Overlord's hands near my wrists and opened my eyes to see he was unbuckling the restraints. Once he finished on my wrists, he likewise loosed my ankles. This would be my first chance to escape but strangely I had no desire to do so. I wanted to see what was next. Knowing he could not understand, I could not resist questioning him. "Why?" I asked. "Why did you bring us here? What are you going to do with us? Are you going to hurt us?" I heard the desperation in my voice and glancing over at my daughter, brought myself back under control. Even though I had enjoyed my experience at the Overlord's hands so far, I could not let her know I worried for our futures. I saw the look of puzzlement in his eyes. He didn't understand me. Words would do nothing here. He rose gracefully from his knees to standing in one fluid movement. Reaching for my hand he urged me to my feet also, pulling me tightly to him. His ample lips lowered to mine and claimed me. I could taste my own essence as his tongue powerfully delved into my mouth. I made no move to stop him. My tongue twined with his and sought entrance into his mouth also. His lips released mine. I was sure mine were completely swollen. For a moment he was still, staring deeply into my eyes. I'm not sure what he was looking for, but felt that I could easily be lost in the depths of his eyes. Winding his arm around my waist, he turned me toward my daughter. I had actually forgotten her presence during the kiss. Her eyes were wide and staring. I wondered what she thought, of me, of my wanton reaction to this man, this stranger, our captor. He reached out a hand to her pulling her toward his other side. Bending down, he placed a kiss upon her forehead, the type of kiss a father might bestow. A brief moment of sadness swept over me at the memory of her father. He had gone to battle before I even knew I was pregnant. His men had reported him killed but they had not been able to claim his body and return it to me, it had been too mangled, identifiable only by his sword and his medallion displaying the family crest. Her father had never known he was to be a father. Since that time, I had not known a man's touch. As is the tradition of my people, I had remained untouched, celibate, since his passing. My daughter, sadly, had never known a guiding male presence throughout her entire life thus far. He led us toward a padded but curiously low bench. He encouraged my daughter to sit astride upon the bench. The Overlord then also sat astride the bench with his back to her but close enough their skin touched gently. Tugging my hand, he had me also sit astride the bench but facing him. I could now understand why the bench was so low. My feet could touch the ground comfortably allowing me to maneuver myself. Reaching behind himself, he brought my daughter's hands up to encircle his waist. One hand he brought to his erection placing it there. His hand covered hers showing and encouraging, teaching her without words to feel him, close her hand around him and stroke gently. I could not see her face past the Overlord's height. I could only see the top of her head as she leaned it upon his shoulder and continued the stroking motion. He now reached for me. Pulling me forward and lifting my thighs until my pussy was touching his cock, skin to skin, my thighs draped over his. As my daughter's hand continued stroking him, her knuckles began bumping my clit, a soft, rhythmic, erotic touch. His mouth came down to mine once more and I instinctively raised my lips to his and enjoyed another scorching kiss. I wiggled my hips feeling both his staff and her hand against my spread wet pussy. I wanted him inside me. I threw back my head and moaned at the sensations being created. I was beyond aroused. "I want you," I told him, looking him in the eye. I knew the words were in vain, that he wouldn't understand, but could not hold them in. "I have been so long without a man. I want you inside me. I want you to sex me." I felt him move beneath me and before I realized what had happened, our positions had changed. I was still sitting, straddling his legs, but he was now lying upon his back, his head at the junction of my daughters spread thighs. With his hands, he encouraged me to stand over his engorged cock. I could feel his head, just there, at my wet silken entrance. I slid onto him, slowly, savoring the sensation as I took every inch inside of me. I was being filled and loved it. I took him completely, to the hilt. I ground my hips against him and felt his cock throbbing deep inside. I opened my eyes to realize he was looking at me. Then I looked up into the eyes of my daughter. I don't know what I expected to see there, maybe hate, maybe condemnation. This was our captor and here I had willingly and with relish, taken him inside of me, where only her father had ever been. Instead, I saw a look of wonder, awe, maybe even happiness. She knelt upon the bench to raise herself high enough to crawl over him toward me. I reached out to her as she reached out to me. I brushed the pad of my thumb over her nipple and felt it rise under my touch. She copied the action on my own nipple and I moaned. She grinned at me. I leaned toward her placing my hands on the Overlord's chest and captured her lips in a gentle kiss. She responded by opening her mouth and allowing my tongue entrance. We gently explored each other. When she began to moan and whimper I realized mine was not the only tongue at work here. Her position had allowed the Overlord access to her virgin lips. He was licking her and gently sucking her young clitty. As she sat up over his mouth I began moving over his cock, sliding up and down his shaft. Within short minutes, we were both moaning and ready to burst. Realizing this would be her first orgasm; I fought to keep my eyes open to watch instead of closing them to relish my own release. As my orgasm ripped though me, I could see the moment hers began. Her look was precious. I would remember this moment forever. The wonder on her face as she began making little hooting noises then threw back her head as a scream ripped from her throat. We were both drained of energy as we climbed off the bench and the Overlord. I pulled her into my arms and held her gently. The Overlord sat up and reached for us. I put a hand out to him in a stopping motion. "No," I said. "Let us be." I expected him to argue with me somehow. He did not appear a man to take defiance lightly even such a small defiance. He said nothing, however, and lowered his hand. I led my daughter to the huge bed and we both climbed upon it and cuddled. I spooned her from behind as we had done at times after the death of her father although those times had been in sadness and mutual comfort, now it was in afterglow. I gently caressed her breasts and body and petted her hair. She relaxed completely under my touch. I was so engrossed in her that I did not realize the Overlord had also climbed upon the bed. Now I felt him curl his strong body around mine from behind. His cock was still hard and he slipped it into my wet pussy once more. I sighed in contentment feeling him stroke in and out of me, lazily almost, gentle thrusts. His hand reached around me to stroke my clit and I pushed back against him encouraging. I wanted to cum again. I wanted him to cum inside me. The pressure was building. I could feel him swelling inside me. My climax hit me hard; I saw spots in my vision. My inner muscle tightened around him. He cried out quietly as his cum shot into me. I squeezed him, milking him. He started to pull out of me. I reached a hand to his thigh to stop him. "Stay," I said. "Stay with me." He stopped moving and remained lodged deep inside me. I began drifting off to sleep, my hands upon my daughter who was already sleeping. As I began to doze, feeling the Overlord's hands caressing me and his cock inside me, I heard him say perfectly in unaccented language of my land, "Sleep well my Sweet. Tomorrow shall bring us more." The Captives Ch. 02 I was floating above a scene of myself, a much younger version of me. I was on my bed, in my room, in my father's house. It was dark, no fire, and no light except a single candle in the corner. I did not need light to see for I remembered this night like it was yesterday. I was kneeling in the center of the bed I had slept in all my life, head bowed, eyes downcast. I was completely nude except for my chain belt that girded my hips, which proclaimed my virginity to any in my land. This was the night of my mating. I was waiting as my betrothed completed our arrangements. I was not needed there. Some traditions of my people grated upon me as our women were expected to be submissive in all things. I had difficulty with this. Everyone said my new mate would have a vixen upon his hands. I would not know. I had never met him. The door quietly opened and I watched myself fight the instinct to lift my head to look upon my mate for the first time. He was swathed in white linen from head to toe. He walked to the bed and proceeded to loosen the ties holding back the bed hangings until they had all fallen closed but one. I felt cocooned in darkness. I could see nothing. I could hear him disrobing and then felt the bed dip as he climbed upon it to join me. I felt his hand upon my chin as he raised my head. In the darkness, all I could see was his form, an outline of shape. This is all I would ever see of him. As the tradition of our land is men remain covered for none to see, not even their mate, once they are of age. Since we had never met as children, I had no idea at all. As usual, I once again silently cursed another of our traditions as my curiosity ate at me. I felt his lips upon mine, gently caressing, such light butterfly pressure startling me. My lips parted and his tongue took advantage and sought entrance. I had never experienced anything like it before, a sizzle torn through my body, straight from my lips to my loins. What was happening to me? How could his lips upon mine do this to me? I did not question but used my tongue to taste his mouth. He tasted familiar, but how could that be? "Mmmmm," I couldn't help myself. Tradition dictated that I maintain my silence. My new mate had every right to punish me for speaking. "You taste like my favorite treat." "And what is that?" he asked, uttering his first words to me. "Chocolate and red spring berries," I replied. "In the season, I can not get enough of them. I love the taste, the smell, everything about them. Why do you taste of them?" "I enjoy them also. I have been eating some earlier today." "Let me taste once more." I sighed as his lips again sought mine out. Mine parted instantly. He groaned as his arms came around me and crushed me to him. His hands roamed my naked body, feeling my shape. I forgot the requirement of submissiveness and returned the favor, feeling his arms, stroking his back, and investigating his chest. His lips left mine and began trailing down my neck, sucking gently as he made a path to my breasts. They were larger than most girls I knew but pert and saucy. He held them reverently in his hands. He bent to them licking around one, then the other. Both tightened involuntarily. My chest thrust toward him. He took one into his mouth and sucked hard. A moan escaped me. I felt my pussy getting wet. I didn't understand what was happening to me. "Lie back," my mate instructed me. I did as ordered, proving I could be submissive in something. His lips trailed down my belly, stopping to delve into my belly button before moving on downward. He stopped when he reached my most private place. He gently parted my legs and kissed my inner thighs. I tried to close my legs once again, but he would not allow it. Then he kissed my nether lips, parted them with his tongue and entered me. I was lost. My head flung from side to side, I writhed as sensations I did not understand overtook me. I could feel a pressure building inside. I felt like I would burst. He continued licking and sucking upon my pussy. I grew wetter and wetter. My body began to convulse as I was overtaken by sensation. I screamed out. Before the feelings had faded, my mate came over me, kissing me once again. "Now we will be joined," he said, "never to be parted. I felt him probing at my entrance. The desire to be filled by him was instinctive. I arched my hips up to him and he entered me with one swift thrust. I felt some pain, but it faded quickly as the wetness and sensation from earlier were still with me. He kissed me deeply as he began moving within me. The pressure was building once more, a need to feel release. "Now mate," he ordered. "Come for me now!" At his words to me I felt waves of pleasure overwhelm me. With a final surge into me, my new mate groaned and attained his release into me. I could feel his warmth fill me. I held him tightly, wanting his seed to stay within me, wanting new life to grow. After a time he rolled off of me, parting us. He sat up briefly and fumbled at the clasp to my chain. He removed it. "You will no longer be needing your virgin's chain. Save it. Keep it for our daughter when the time comes." With those words he lay down behind me and pulled me close against him. "Sleep well, my sweet," he said. I felt his hands caress me. It felt so very real. It was real. I drifted into reality from out of my dream. I felt a body behind me, felt large hands caressing me, and small ones also. I was snuggled with the Overlord at my back. His hands were roaming my back, caressing, running over my hips, and causing my legs to involuntarily part granting him access to my pussy. My daughter was facing me, running her small hands over my breasts causing them to rise. She glanced at me as if asking permission then leaned in and gently took one nipple in her mouth and sucked. I groaned at the combined torture they were creating. My chest arched out toward my daughter, my ass arched back pressing into the Overlord. My legs spread wide giving his hands access to my pussy. He stoked my pussy, my clit begging for more. His fingers slipped easily inside me. My neck arched and his lips descended sucking hard where my vein pulsed. I thought I would cum right then but he had other ideas. I was rolled onto my back and he came over me, his cock standing, probing at my entrance. It was so reminiscent of my dream I was startled. Then he plunged inside me. I arched to meet his thrust, glorying in the fullness. I grabbed at his ass trying to force him to plunge deeper and harder. I was close to fulfillment. "Now," he groaned. "Come for me now!" he ordered. I came. Hard. He began pulsing into me. I reveled in him. He was my captor. I didn't care. He rolled off me and lay next to me. Gently petting my aroused body. I drifted on the feelings that pulsed through me. I could feel my daughter's hands stroking my forehead. I glanced to her. Her eyes were wide but she was grinning at me...and at him. "Stay here," the Overlord ordered in my own language. "I will return shortly sweet one." He got up from the bed and strode toward the door. My daughter and I cuddled together once more and we both fell asleep. We awoke what seemed like hours later. I sensed a presence in the room with us. It did not feel like the overwhelming intensity of the Overlord however. I glanced around into the shadows in the dimness of the room until I could make out a form. "Who is there?" I asked, aware that most here would not understand my words. "Just I," said a quiet voice. A girl who appeared of an age with my daughter emerged from the shadow. She had long blonde hair worn loose and blue eyes. She was thin, but not to the point of being frail with small pert breasts which pushed against the tight sheath dress she wore. She appeared meek yet I sensed an underlying toughness about her. I felt a tingle run through me, a feeling that I had learned to never ignore. "I take her," the girl continued hesitantly in my own language, heavily accented. She pointed at my daughter who was sitting beside me upon the bed. "You come." My daughter looked at me, unsure as what to do, put up a fight to stay by me or just comply. The feelings coursing through me grew stronger. They did not provoke me to worry or protect, in fact, as with the Overlord, I felt sure, like this was right somehow. I nodded to my daughter that she should go with the girl. She kissed my cheek and got up from the bed approaching the girl hesitantly. The girl held up a sheath dress, which appeared similar to the one she was wearing. "You put on," she said. My daughter complied, removing her belt then refastening it over the dress. As the two girls, of a height and appearing of an age with each other, looked at me, a sense of rightness swept through me. I could not explain it, we were captives; we did not belong. My daughter smiled at me as the girl took her hand and they left. Now, alone in the room, I quickly grew bored. As I was not cuffed this time, I was free to explore at will. I immediately began opening drawers of the chests that stood against the walls of the room. I found nothing but men's clothing, confirming that this room was that of the Overlord. I removed one shirt and pulled it on to cover my nakedness and also to keep me warm, as the fire had died long ago. I found nothing of interest in any of the other chests or cabinets until I came to the one small cabinet standing next to the bed. It had a lock, but that didn't stop me. I had long ago learned to deal with locks, another one of my talents that had been frowned upon. I quickly dealt the lock a deathblow and had the door open. I was confused by what lay before me. I did not know what these things were. There were many balls made of a milky colored glass. Also oddly shaped implements I had no idea what they were. Glass of this craftsmanship and shape must have come at quite a price. One interestingly shaped glass oddity caught my eye. I lifted it from its wrapping at lifted trying to determine what it was. When the light caught it and I realized what the shape represented I almost dropped it. It was formed into the shape of a man's cock! What would something like this be doing here in a man's bedchamber? What would one use this for? I carried it with me to the bed and climbed upon it still gazing in wonder at the glass phallus. It was smooth, and cool to the touch. I rubbed my hand over it feeling the contours. I rubbed it against my cheek and across my lips. Feeling very wrong but adventurous as usual, I licked the tip and swirled my tongue around it like it was real. Then I inserted it in my mouth and sucked upon it. What else could one do with something such as this? Knowing I was extremely wicked but beyond caring I leaned back upon the multitude of pillows. I spread my legs and rubbed the wet glass cock against my clit. It felt so good. My hips unwillingly lifted to rub harder against it. My pussy was getting wet. As I continued rubbing it against me it slipped just a bit right into my wet hole. It felt wonderful, hard and solid. I pushed it in further then pulled it out. I began pumping it to a rhythm as if it was a real man's cock pleasuring me. With my other hand I rubbed my clit. Pressure was building. I was going to cum. Panting hard as the waves passed over me, I felt my juices soak my hand. Once the waves had passed I removed the implement from my pussy, considering it. It was coated in my juices. Ever curious I brought it once again to my lips and sucked upon it. I tasted myself. Wistful longing passed through my mind. Something such as this would have been very useful in the past 18 years since the death of my mate. A sound startled me out of my reverie and I jumped guiltily quickly hiding the phallus in the folds of the borrowed shirt I still wore. The Overlord approached the bed. He was naked and appeared wet. Had he recently bathed? How had he entered the room without my knowledge? Well, I had been distracted. Then another thought. Had he been watching me? "Hello," I said tentatively. He grinned at me. "Hello my sweet." I blushed under his domineering gaze. "I'm sorry I borrowed some clothing." "You seem to have borrowed more than just clothing. Where did you learn to pick locks?" he asked sitting upon the edge of the bed next to me. "In my home things were well kept. Women were not allowed access to certain things," I answered haughtily. "If I wanted to discover I had to find a way in." I felt like I was daring him to criticize me. "Sweet vixen, you have no need to defend yourself to me. I applaud your skills and adventurous nature." "You do?" I was startled. "Wait. Why did you capture us? Why bring us here? Where is my daughter? Why are you being so kind to us? Whom does this thing belong to?" I threw the questions at him and waved the phallus at him. "Curious sweet vixen," he sighed, taking the implement from me. "I will answer your questions in time. First though, your daughter is with mine. They are becoming acquainted. I believe they are bathing and your daughter will be shown our home." "And..." "This thing," he said, rolling the phallus in his hand, "belonged to my Mistress. It, along with the other items in the locked cabinet, were hers for her personal satisfaction." "Your Mistress?" I asked feeling oddly bereft at the thought of him having a mistress. My face must have reflected my emotion for he quickly added, "The term Mistress means something different here than in your land. In your land, mistress is concubine, a toy for a man's pleasure. Here, Mistress is a female ruler. My Mistress owned me when I came here. I gave her the daughter she desired. I pleasured her, pleased her. I was raised from slave, proved myself in battle. She made me into the Overlord, to rule at her side until her daughter came of age." "Where is she?" "She died. Five years ago. She was a Sorceress. She ruled here through manipulation, trickery, and fear. One of her spells went wrong and she perished." "You miss her," I stated hearing the tone of his voice. "Did you love her?" "I do not miss her and I did not love her," he stated emphatically. "I did believe that there was good in her. I tried subtly for years to encourage her toward goodness, to change for her children, but the evil grew. When I discovered what her final act was I had difficulty believing..." "What did she do?" He looked deeply into my eyes. "That is another tale my sweet. For another time." "I wish you would not call me that." "What?" "My sweet." "Why do you dislike it? You are so sweet to the taste." I blushed. "It is not appropriate," I did not lie, but did not offer the whole truth, as I did not want to divulge the memories of my mate that those two small words were conjuring. "You have no choice my sweet. You are captive here. I will call you as I wish and that seems right." "Why did you take us?" "I have watched you. I have wanted you. I took you. Your daughter was with you at the time so I took her also." "So you just take what you want, is that it? Are you evil like your Mistress?" He looked stricken at my words. His hand curled into a fist around the phallus. "Do not compare me to her. There are reasons that I took you that you need not know. You will be treated well here. No one will hurt you in any way or they will know my anger." "Do the people here fear you?" "Do you?" he retorted. I looked deep into his eyes and for some reason wanted badly to lie to him. I had learned long ago as a child that I did not have the ability to lie. My face always gave me away. I did not try to lie now. "I do not fear you although I should," I answered truthfully. "Why do you not fear me?" "I do not know," I replied. "I have feelings. Since I was a small child I've sensed things, felt when things would happen or if something was good or bad inherently. My mother told me to trust these feelings as not many in my family are gifted with them. I probably should not be telling you of this, as many might believe I am a witch. I am full of questions and wish to know more of why I am here and what is to become of us, but I do not feel threatened here." "Good for fear is not what I wish you to feel," he said as he threaded his fingers through my braids anchoring them. He pulled me roughly to him as his lips descended to mine. I was instantly lost in sensation as his lips ground into mine forcing my mouth open to his invading tongue. If I ever questioned that he was warrior, conqueror, that question vanished in an instant. I was pushed back to the mattress. He ripped the shirt from my body then his body covering me, the weight not unpleasant, confining but comforting. I was on fire from his kissing as his lips left mine and began scorching a path along my jaw to my neck. My head arched back as he began sucking at my pulse. I would be bruised for all to see but I did not care. I began nibbling at his earlobe, just hard enough to make him take notice. He stopped briefly and raised his head. "Take care sweet vixen," he ordered gently. "Revenge is my forte." With those words he lowered his head to my breast where his teeth grasped my nipple biting gently as his other hand pinched at its twin. It was pleasure and pain rolled into one sensation. He sucked fiercely at my erect nipple. My back arched toward him as if forcing him to take more. Letting him understand my desire without saying the words. "Fill me now!" I ordered him, unable to stop the words from leaving my lips. I wanted nothing more in that moment than him inside me. "Oh my vixen," he answered raising his head, "you do not order me. Shall I punish you?" I blanched at his words, some of my desire fleeing. He rose up off of me. "Roll over sweet, up on your hands and knees." He ordered me. I obeyed instantly. I yelped as I felt a sting upon my ass as his hand smacked me. It hurt, but then he caressed the spot and desire was once again washing over me. The sting of the next slap on my other cheek made me yelp again. Now his hands were kneading both cheeks, pulling them apart, baring me to him. I could feel his hot breath upon me as his lips kissed my ass cheeks. I heard him murmur words in a language I did not understand as he began to lick closer and closer to my puckered lips. This should not feel right but I could do nothing to stop the sensations he was arousing in me. When his tongue circled me just there I groaned and pressed my forehead to the mattress unknowingly opening me wider to him. As his tongue poked inside me I pressed back into him hoping for more. "Mmmmm, my sweet," he whispered gently. "Enough of that for now, you are not ready for more yet. Shall I fill your emptiness now?" "Yes, please!" And with those words, he placed his hand upon my neck holding me down to the bed as his cock pierced my pussy in one sudden vicious thrust, seating him in me to the hilt. I cried out as it stretched me and reached places inside that had not been explored for so very long. He held still a moment and then began thrusting into me deep, hard, fast. I was sizzling, molten. I needed to cum. "Now!" At his order, I came at the same time as did he. He pumped his cum into me and I screamed out my passion. I don't believe I had ever experienced that strong of an orgasm before. As the waves began easing, the Overlord pulled out of me and I rolled over. He knelt over me between my legs and lowered his mouth to my pussy. His tongue working magic to bring me to orgasm quickly once again as he lapped at our juices that oozed from me. I was completely worn out as he finished. He pulled me into his arms crushing me to him. The last thing I was aware of as I drifted into sleep were his whispered words. "My sweet vixen, you are MINE!" The Captives Ch. 03 The Captives Chapter 3 The Daughter's Day I am not sure that I like this place. The people are strange and I do not understand their language. My mother seems different here though, less sad than she always is. The man, the Overlord here, his presence seems to change her. In my eyes she glows when he is around. I do not understand this, as he is our Captor. I also do not understand how he made me feel. His mouth made magic and my private parts sing. I have never felt like that. If that is what it is like to be with a man intimately I want to feel that again. My mother's face when he made her sing filled me with joy for her. I so want her happiness. But, how can she find happiness here? These thoughts were funneling through my mind as I awakened from my sleep cuddled against my mother. As always, when in her arms, I felt safe. She was alert and awake, looking around the room for something. I never understood her instincts but came to trust them over the years. I looked around also to discover what was alerting her. There was someone there in the room with us. A girl approached silently from the darkness near the door. She was about my height but slighter, yet she had a presence that filled the room. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes. She seemed wiry and strong to me, athletic. I wondered who she was and why she was there. "I take her," the girl said, not well, but in my language. She pointed at me. "You come." I looked at my mother not sure what I should do. I really wanted to stay with her but the girl somehow intrigued me. She nodded at me that I should follow the girl's request. I kissed her cheek goodbye hoping this was the right decision and walked over to the girl. She handed me a white sheath dress to put on that was like the one she was wearing. I put it on and refastened my belt over it. I looked back at my mother and smiled. She smiled back as I turned and left the room with the girl. We exited into a hallway that was bathed in sunlight. It was so bright that I was forced to squint until my eyes adjusted and I could look more closely at my new surroundings. As with the rooms I had been in, this hallway itself was opulent. There were jewel tone curtains at the windows and tapestries upon the walls. I looked closely at one and saw a battle scene; I looked closely at another that showed a woman in a fancy dress with what looked like lightening flying from her fingers. "That is my mother," the girl said to me. "What is that?" I asked her, pointing at the bolts. "Magic," the girl responded. "Mother was sorceress." "Sorceress? Magic?" I asked, stunned. Where I am from magic was not a good thing. Those found with extra powers were shunned, sometimes killed. It is the reason my mother would never tell people of her feelings. She wanted us to be safe. "Was she good or evil?" I couldn't help but asking, curiosity overwhelming me. "She was evil." "But you are not?" "I do not think so," she chuckled. "My father kept me from her as much as possible. I am like him." "Your father? Is the Overlord your father?" "Yes." "I see," I responded, hesitant to ask further questions. She must have seen the look upon my face for she simply told me, "Ask." "Why did your father bring my mother and I here?" "I do not know," she answered honestly. "He left some weeks ago and returned last night with you both. He had been very sad for a very long time. When I saw him now and he sent me to fetch you, he seemed different. I do not know how to explain it." "I think I understand. It is the same with my mother. I do not understand the change in her." "What is your name?" she asked me. "I am called Rayne. I was born when the Rains return to the Plains. What are you called?" "I am Crystal. My mother called me that. I believe she hoped I would assume her powers as I would someday assume her position with our people." We had come to a split in the hallway, one path a darkened corridor, one full of windows and light. Crystal took my hand in her slighter one and whispered to me, "I was told to bring you to the bathing chamber. The Dark Hall is the quickest path. I do not wish to take it; I avoid it when I can. We will take the long path." "That is fine. I am enjoying seeing something other than my prison." "You are not in prison!" she answered seeming shocked. "What would you call it then?" I asked getting upset at her. "We were taken against our will and are held here, not allowed to leave." "Well yes," she responded. "You are right. I do not wish you to be prisoner though," she lowered her eyes and blushed. "I wish you to be friend." "If you are the daughter of the Overlord you must have many friends." "No, I have none. All here fear me, or rather, fear what I may become." "You have no one?" "None except my brother. He is two years my elder. I am eighteen. As you were born in spring, so I was born in the fall following the year my father was brought here." "Brought here?" "Yes, he was captive. My mother's slave whom she conceived me with." "He was captive. As are my mother and I" "Let us not dwell. Let us build our knowing of each other. Come," she took my hand and led me toward the light, away from the Dark Hall, dark memories and dark thoughts. As we walked on, she chattered away about the building, the rooms, her garden, and her weapons training. As we paused outside a set of double doors I stared at her in disbelief. "They allow women to learn to use weapons here?" "Yes, do they not at your home?" "No, not at all. Women may not touch weapons. My mother has learned some, but has always practiced in secret. She has never allowed me to learn for fear I would be discovered." "Well, while you are here, maybe you can join my lessons. I will ask Father." "You will ask Father what?" came a deep voice from directly behind us, we both startled and jumped. "Do not do that!" Crystal berated the man standing behind us. "You know I do not like it when you attempt to scare me!" "I do know," the man smiled. "But you love it, and you always get revenge." He swung her into his arms into a tight hug and a kiss that seemed to me overly friendly. I had to remind myself that customs here were quite different. "Yes I do, Brother," she answered, hitting him on the arm. "Now let me go!" He did as she asked and as he straightened I got my first good look at him. My heart stopped, then it began beating too fast. I grew very warm as I looked at him closely. I had never seen a man his age plainly before. In my home, men cover themselves from head to toe at the time they enter manhood and fight their first battles. That was usually at about sixteen years. The man before me was blond as was his sister, and also blue of eye. He was strong and sun browned. He wore pants, which outlined the strength of his legs and boots upon his feet. He carried a vest in one hand, his browned chest bare, hard and muscular, and had a sword belted at his waist. As my eyes returned to his I felt almost lost. His hand rose toward me, one thumb grazing my cheek gently; I fought my instincts to nuzzle at his hand; I stood straight and solid, one word echoing in my mind, Brother. "Who is this, Crystal?" he asked quietly, not taking his eyes from mine. "She is Rayne," his sister answered. "Father brought her mother and her here yesterday." "The captives then?" "Father would not like to hear them called so I think, Brother." "No, I believe he would not. Oddly, I do not like that thought either. Hmmm. Until next time Little Rayne." His hand dropped from my cheek and he backed away. Turning toward his sister he stated, "I am off to the Men's chambers." "Yes brother dear, please go. You smell foul from your practice and I am not happy that you have soiled my shift. Come Rayne." She took my hand once more and without another glance his way slipped open the double doors and pulled me inside behind her. Upon entering, I stood still, my eyes taking in the wonder before me. When I had been brought here I had been bathed in a small room, in a small tub; this was nothing like that had been. This was a cavernous chamber with tiled walls and floors. A large pool in the center was fed from a miniature waterfall, the water steaming and inviting. While I had stood ogling the sight, Crystal had changed from her clothing, into nothing. She had discarded her sheath and stood before me naked. I blushed at the sight of her pale body, small tight breasts, and furry blonde pussy. She walked toward me; I backed up a step. "Come Rayne, let me help you. We have the room to ourselves this afternoon. Let us enjoy it." I let her approach me. Her hands reached to my shoulders and trailed down my arms till they reached my fingers. I was surprised as my nipples hardened at her touch. She drew me close until her naked breasts were pressed against me, the sheath I wore the only thing separating us. Her arms reached around me as she sought the ties that fastened my garment. As she gave the tug that loosened my top, I felt her lips at my neck, kissing and sucking. I felt a strange stirring in my pussy as I had last night when her father had touched me there. She stepped back quietly, her hands now at my shoulders. One gentle push and the sheath was a puddle at my feet. "You are beautiful Rayne," she said simply, honestly. I blushed but answered honestly, "You are too, Crystal." Her hand reached to my breast and gently caressed my nipple. I groaned softly. How could a girl make me feel this way? "Come," she said. "Let us enter the bath." I followed her to the large steaming pool and we carefully stepped down into the sunken heat. It felt so good. It was like standing in a pond outdoors but it was hot. "It is fed from hot springs," Crystal stated. We stood in the center of the pool facing each other. I met her eyes and could not look away. I was mesmerized. "Are you sure you do not have your mother's powers?" I asked without thinking. "Why?" "Because I feel drawn to you. Like I'm under your spell. Like we belong with each other, together." "I feel it too," she replied moving toward me. Her arms wrapped around me and I felt her lips on mine. I had never kissed anyone other than my mother and that had been on the cheek. I did not know what was expected of me. Her tongue pushed against my lips. I parted them; which allowed her tongue entrance. It found mine and began playing so I played back. We were skin-to-skin, lips to lips, arms wrapped tightly around each other in the center of the steaming pool. I was feeling molten inside. Her hands were caressing my back and my bottom. I wanted her to touch me more. I felt a need deep inside. I needed something to touch my pussy. She broke our kiss and without speaking led me to the edge of the pool where there was a mat. She encouraged my to sit, and then lie down, upon it. I did as she wanted. She climbed over me straddling my chest and facing my feet. She leaned over me, her hands easing my legs apart. Then I felt her mouth upon me. Her tongue swept my pussy gently then began twirling around my nub. I felt her fingers touching me, easing into me. I could feel the pressure building inside me as I had last night. I wanted to sing again as I had then. I wondered if I could make her feel the same way if I put my mouth on her pussy. I determined that I would try it. I pulled on her legs until she was stretched out over me, her pussy directly at my mouth. My first taste of her was delicious, like a fruit I had never tasted the juice of. It was a slightly salty taste and I enjoyed it. My tongue found the small button at the top of her slit and fondled it as her fingers slipped inside me. I could barely concentrate as the fire raced through me. I replaced my tongue with my thumb continuing to torment her nub as I used my tongue to enter her as her fingers were doing to me. I felt her gasp against me. I was sure she was feeling as I was. We continued to excite each other. I was going to sing. I felt she was too from the noises and whimpers she was making. Then the feelings overcame me. Like a bolt of lightening in the spring rains the feelings struck. They jolted through me making my limbs quiver and shake. Crystal's mouth left me and she cried out as the lightening shot through her also. Slowly my spiraling vision returned to normal. I realized the she was lying collapsed upon me. I liked the feeling of closeness. I wished we could stay like that. Crystal rolled off of me and into the pool. I sat up slowly and eased in after her. We stayed close to each other and taking up some soap we quietly bathed each other. Touching each other's breasts and pussies, gently caressing, kissing each other. The bath was over too soon for me. I knew I would be returning to my prison, no matter what Crystal called it, that was what it was. We redressed in clean sheath dresses and departed the chamber hand in hand. Our return trip was silent. At the door of my room we hesitated. Crystal looked shyly at me. "Friends?" she asked. "I enjoyed being with you today Rayne." "Yes, I think maybe we will be friends. I enjoyed being with you also Crystal," I replied softly. "Please come in with me?" She pushed open the door to the darkened bedchamber belonging to the Overlord. We approached the bed hand in hand. There was her father laying upon his back, my mother half on top of him. His arm was wrapped around her as they slept. Each had a smile upon their face. It made me smile to see them there. "Come," Crystal whispered to me. She removed her sheath and crawled upon the bed. She cuddled against her father's other side and laid her head upon his chest. She sighed in contentment as his arm came around her to hold her in his sleep. I copied her actions and crawled up to spoon against my mother. I too felt contentment wash over me and sighed. This was the wrong place to feel so right. Maybe I did have some of my mother's gift after all. With us all here together there was simply a sense of goodness. My mind drifted to Crystal's brother and I felt my pussy become wet wondering if he would look as strong and powerful as the Overlord when naked. Sleep overcame me. I drifted peacefully off with lust and desire in my mind. The Captives Ch. 04 The Captives Chapter 4 The Overlords Dream I came awake with a start, tense and sweaty, not precisely sure of my surroundings at first. I was not one to fear or show fear as I was the Overlord and fear made one weak and I must never show weakness. I feared this dream however, and, it was no dream, it was a memory. "What is it?" whispered a small voice. I looked down at the woman snuggled in my arms as reality pushed away the remainder of sleep. I was surrounded by warmth, my daughter curled against my back, her daughter lying against her side, and her. I had come to think of her as my woman, but she, in truth, was my captive, as was her daughter. I was sure their fondest wish was to go home. "You were twitching and moaning in your sleep. Rayne does that, but only during bad dreams," persisted the beauty in my arms. "It was just a dream," I agreed somewhat more harshly than necessary. She blinked at the sting in my tone. She carefully and quietly began easing herself out from the warm nest of bodies toward the foot of the bed. "Where are you going?" "Anywhere," came her terse reply as she reached the edge and slipped out to pad across the floor nude on bare feet. She appeared to be searching for something. Although I was enjoying the view of her delectable body, I knew she was angry, and I knew it was at me. That idea bothered me. "What are you looking for?" I asked following her from the bed and striding toward her naked. "My shirt." "You mean my shirt," I couldn't help but point out, refraining from grinning. "Fine, your shirt oh master," she bit back at me. "You do not act like a proper captive, you know. If you do not be quiet you will wake the girls. If they awaken I will not have the privacy to take you where I wished." I watched her carefully regain control over herself. Her anger almost visibly lifting. "Where did you wish to take me?" "You will see," I answered. "I can go no where in this state. Even your shirt does not cover me." Understanding her need to cover her nudity, and, frankly, wishing to keep the sight of it to myself, I walked swiftly to a cabinet in the corner. Reaching in a bottom drawer I pulled out a shift similar to that which the girls had worn but in a deep green. "I am surprised you did not uncover this yesterday," I commented teasingly, referring to her search of my room. "I must have missed that drawer," she grudgingly admitted. "Was it hers?" I knew she was referring to my Mistress. I could hear the dislike dripping from her tongue. "If it was?" I asked. "Then I would rather remain naked and remain in this room." Gritting my teeth and reeling in my patience, I responded heavily, "You will accompany me. That is not a choice, it is an order. Clothed or naked, that is up to you." She snatched the shift from my hands and quickly slipped it over her head. It fit her perfectly just as I had intended. I quickly pulled on a loose pair of trousers. "Come," I ordered taking her hand and stepping into the hall beyond. I watched her reaction to her first taste of semi freedom in a while. She took a deep breath, but did not pull her hand from mine. I led her down the hall, the first rays of dawn just beginning to flood the windows. We came to the tapestry depicting my Mistress in all her unholy glory. I did not stop but continued on not wishing to dwell upon her after my bout with the dream. My companion however had other ideas. She stopped dead in her tracks. "That is her," she stated. "Yes," I replied simply seeing no reason to hide the truth. If I kept her here any period of time she would have to know. "Is there another way to get to wherever you are taking me?" Seeing the fear in her eyes I was taken aback. She had not shown fear even during her capture but here she was afraid of a tapestry and a hallway? It made no sense but I had learned to not doubt things I did not understand. I changed course and chose another path. I saw immediate relief on her face. "Come," I said quietly. And she came, her small hand nestled in mine. We passed down the twisting hallways in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Upon reaching the kitchens, I paused briefly to grab fresh warm bread and some fruit. We exited through the kitchen door and passed quickly through the gardens and orchards while nibbling our stolen treat. It was quite a distance to the spot I had planned to take her. I half expected her to tire and complain from the pace or the distance. She kept up with my long legged pace however and when I glanced at her there was a grin upon her face. Such an odd female. We reached my goal in short time. Rounding a rocky outcropping, we entered a secluded glade. Trees draped in tangled vines grew wild here surrounding a smooth pond. The rays of the rising sun showed through the canopy in beams. I took a deep breath feeling the freedom and peacefulness of this place. "Where are we?" my captive whispered in a hushed, almost reverent tone. "This is one of my favorite places," I responded. "I rarely have time to come here but it calms me when I do" "I can understand why," she said. "This place is God's blessed. It's is a place of safe haven." She seemed almost trance-like. "What do you say?" "The God's have blessed this place. It is a place of peace and safety for all creatures, animal, magical, and human. It is no wonder you feel it's calming effect when you come here." "And how do you know this Lady?" "I can feel it. It is not so dissimilar to the glade where you captured us." "Come lady and sit," I said leading her to a large rock. She settled herself and I sat next to her. "Tell me of your feelings. Are you magical?" "I will make you a bargain Overlord. I will explain if first you tell me your name. Please?" She looked pleased with herself at the possibility of getting her way. Little did she know that it pleased me if she have my name upon her lips. "Would you like to know what my Mistress called me, or the name that I have given myself, small one?" "I am not small!" she retorted indignantly. Refraining from laughing at the look upon her face I replied, "You are compared to me, lady. My mistress called me 426. Eventually I claimed a name. Even she began to use it. It is Styrian. In your language it means..." "Storm," she finished for me. "You are called Storm?" she seemed to pale some. "Yes, why?" "It's nothing. Your Mistress called you a number?" she looked horrified. "Yes," I answered. "I was her 426th attempt at successfully procreating a female child." Her mouth dropped open in shock at my admission. "Close your mouth," I ordered. "Tell me your name." Still reeling she quickly replied, "Blanca. It means..." "White," I continued for her. "Why white?" "Because of the latent powers that run in my family. The feelings I get. I hide them but can not ignore them. I felt that hall inside held evil. I could not take that path. It would have undesired results. I feel the holiness of this place. I feel the goodness in you. I feel that Rayne and I are safe." "You are a witch? A white witch, dame blanche?" "You might say that. I am just me. And I felt you were very troubled this morning. Just as I feel when Rayne needs me, I know that you do. Tell me your dream. It will help. I can help." "Fine, but it is not actually a dream. I am reliving a memory. My earliest memory, when I awakened in the presence of my Mistress." "Your earliest memory is from when you were a grown man? That seems rather odd." "If you wish to hear this you must remain quiet and allow me to continue until I am finished. Otherwise, I will not get it out" "I promise,"she responded with head bowed. I closed my eyes preparing myself to relive the memory for the second time in one day. I felt her lean into me. The feel of her pressed to my side oddly gave me the strength I needed to begin my tale. "The dream is no dream. It is a memory. My earliest memory. I do not remember my childhood or growing to manhood. I remember coming awake in what looked like a dungeon. It was dark. The only light came from torches set into the wall. I could not move. I realized I was tied to a cross shaped structure. My arms were bound straight out from my body, my legs were spread wide. I was naked. When I began to struggle against my bonds I heard her for the first time. It was a chuckle of pure evil. The sound sent a chill through me and I ceased struggling." "It was my Mistress, although I did not know it then. When she stepped into the faint light I could see her for the first time. She was a bit taller than you with waist length jet black hair tied back. She was wearing a skin tight sheath with slits which exposed her body indecently. It was her eyes which alarmed me though. They glared at me, almost as if she could see into my soul. It made me feel dirty, unclean. What she did to me though, it made me unclean." "'You are number 426,' she said. 'You are my slave. You appear strong and free from imperfections. You will learn to obey me. You should fear me.' She circled around behind me as she spoke. I could feel her claw like nails trailing over my body. I shivered. 'You like that?' she asked. I did not, but I refused to answer her." "'When I ask a direct question an immediate answer is expected. Now you shall be punished.' she said. She sounded happy. That moment is when I felt the whip for the first time. It stung as it wrapped around my ribs. When she moved in front of me I saw that she held a flog. It had many strands of leather which ended in knots that extended from a short handle." "The look on her face said she had enjoyed whipping me. I made no sound. She let the flog fly again. It landed upon my thigh nearly unmanning me. She trailed her claws along the welts that had risen. I think they must have been tainted with something as they left burning pain in their wake. She whipped me over and over but that was not the worst of it." I stopped talking briefly, steeling myself for the admission to come. I felt her hand upon my arm in reassurance though she remained silent as I'd requested. I took a deep breath. "In between whips, she fondled me. She would stroke my cock until it was stiff and standing and kept telling me how she would use me. She used her mouth on me, sucking me until I involuntarily wanted to cum, then she would flog me again. It was a cycle. I don't know how long it went on, I just wanted it to end." "When she finally released me from the bonds I had no strength left to fight. I was led to a stone table and tied down. She climbed over me and impaled herself upon my cock and rode me. She came many times as she used me this way. My will was no match for this. I came inside her. My essence pouring into her. This was her goal." "'You are strong' she said. 'You will make a fine child for me, a strong one that I may mold to follow in my footsteps.' I felt dirty, ashamed, that I had allowed myself to be used this way. There seemed no way to resist her. She was the only person I saw for I don't know how long. She would flog me and rouse me until the time came when my cock would stand simply at the sight of the whip." "She eventually let me roam the dungeon cell as long as I was cuffed and chained to the stone table. I hated and feared her yet I craved her presence and attention no matter how vile and dirty it made me feel. I still do not completely understand." "Then the day came when she announced she had conceived a child of me. That is where the dream ends, but I feel you would have the rest of the story from me. I would have other uses for her now. She brought me from the dungeon and put me in with the soldiers. I vowed I would be in a place where I could assure that a child of mine would not be like her. I rose through the ranks rapidly and when the child was born and was a girl I was appointed her bodyguard. After all, who better to look after the welfare of a child besides her father." "So you found a way to protect your daughter from her mother?" "Yes. I carefully undid the evils my mistress tried to instill in Crystal. I taught her good and true things, taught her of nature and to defend herself with her skill not with magics." "You are a good father." "Maybe," he replied. "I just wish I could purge this dream. I will always remember the past that I have but I would not dream of it." "I know a way," she told me quietly. "Your freedom and control were taken from you. You are a man of power, a mensch, a person of integrity and honor, it was demeaning. What if you were to be the one in control. Controlling a female for sexual satisfaction through bondage but not pain, for mutual gratification. It could help exercise your demons." "I could not treat a woman that way." "Not as your mistress did to you, not with pain and humiliation, but in mutual agreement. Twist what she did to you into something better, see what it could be. Don't let her be the ultimate winner. Don't let her remain in control of you for she still is. Break free of her hold so you can be happy." "The woman would need to be a willing partner, understanding what would be happening. There are many who have offered themselves to me. I will need to choose carefully." "You could choose me," she said so quietly I almost did not hear her. "You?" "Yes," she replied. "You have been good to me so far, my instincts tell me to trust you. Plus you've told me basically what is to occur and it was my suggestion after all. The only thing I will insist upon is that we do not enter her lair. There is evil there, it would be bad for me to be there." "How about here then? It is a place of peace you have said. What better spot to excise my demons?" "Fine. Here. Now." "Come then," I ordered her. I took her hand and helped her rise from the rock. Leading her over to a large tree I carefully removed her sheath and pushed her up against it. She gasped slightly as the rough bark abraded her soft skin. I grabbed down some vines and quickly tied each wrist to a limb stretching out to each side of the trunk. Then thrusting a leg between hers I parted her legs and looped a vine around each ankle making it so she could not close her legs. She looked slightly uncomfortable but did not utter a complaint. I wished she would so that I could stop this now. I did not want to take this too far and worried that I would. "You are my captive," I grated harshly at her. "You will follow my orders in all things. My most important order is that if I go to far or you become afraid or wish to stop this you must tell me. I will stop instantly. Do you understand?" "Yes, but I trust you. It is you who must trust yourself now." As usual, her words cut straight to the mark hitting home. I determined I would not hurt her. I could make this enjoyable for both of us. I walked a short way into the forest behind where she was tied looking for what I needed. I found a springy sapling and broke off a flexible branch. Returning to where she was tied and waiting, I remained behind her. Wanting to feel her once more, I trailed my large hand down her bare arm raking gently with my nails. She shivered in response. It reminded me of the first touch of my Mistress upon my skin. I took the branch and, taking care, whipped it around her ribs. It left a light pink welt that would fade quickly. I heard her suck in her breath and I was sure I had hurt her. "Remember your promise, Blanca." "I remember. Continue," she ordered brazenly. At her impudent order I let my makeshift whip fly. It landed around her waist, thigh, and calves. She did not make a sound. I walked around to stand in front of her. Her eyes were slightly glazed, her nipples taut. I dragged the branch over her breasts and saw her shiver once more as a moan escaped her lips. My mouth came down to claim her nipple with a gentle bite and hard suck. My cock was rapidly stiffening. I shed my trousers. I wanted her. I was not sure how long I could wait to have her. I wanted her to be ready, to be filled with desire yet I wanted to play out this game she had dared me into. I transferred my mouth to her other nipple enjoying the moans she was making. Using the branch I whipped her sex exposed by her legs tied wide. Her head fell back and she groaned. I almost stopped thinking she was hurt but she had promised to tell me. I had to trust her and trust myself that I would not hurt her. Reaching a hand down, I raked my nails carefully over her nether lips repeatedly. She was squirming against her bonds now. I let one finger slide inside to rub roughly at her folds. I was surprised to find that her pussy was soaking wet. She was as turned on by this as I was. I would not last knowing she was ready for me. My cock was stiff and achingly hard. I quickly undid her bonds. "Go to the rock," I ordered her. "Lean over and place your hands upon it. Spread your legs." I watched as she did as I'd ordered. The sight of her open and waiting had me behind her in a heartbeat. With a hand on the back of her neck I forced her head down. My other hand steadied her hip as I plunged my cock into her depths. She was soft and wet and warm inside. Her hips rocked back to meet my thrusts. Keeping her head forced down against the rock I continued pounding into her relentlessly. I felt I was using her but her mewling, purring sounds told me she was going to cum. "Come now!" I ordered. Just as my cock exploded into her I felt her muscles clamp down on me. She screamed in ecstasy as I moaned at my release. With my final few thrusts I was milked of my essence. I eased my cock from her and released my hold helping her to rise. She waivered on her feet once upright so I took her into my arms steadying her. She held tightly to me, her head nestled into my shoulder. I felt dampness against my chest. I pulled her back from me and tilted her chin up so I could look at her. Her eyes were filled with tears. "Lady, are you hurt," I asked in concern noticing an abrasion on her forehead probably from the rock I had pressed her against and noticing the welts from my makeshift whip. "No, I am not hurt," she replied adamantly. "That was intense. It was so strong. So good. You must have felt it. You are no longer hurting either." At her words I realized the truth in what she said. The roughness, the control, the domination had been enjoyed by both of us. It had enhanced our sexual experience. What my Mistress had done to me was a twisted version but there was nothing wrong with me for allowing it to cause me to get a cockstand or to cum. "Blanca, my sweet little vixen, you are bewitching me," I stated pulling her back into my tight embrace. "You are mine." "For as long as you wish it so," she replied, surprising me. "Forever?" "We shall see. The future is not written." "We should return," I stated although I had no wish to leave our haven. I reached out retrieving our clothes and handed her hers. "Yes, we should," she agreed quickly dressing and taking my hand in her small one. I lead her all the way back not releasing my hold upon her. Upon entering through the kitchen I asked the cook to have a meal sent to my room and, knowing the waywardness of my children, to have them found and told to report to my chambers also. After making my orders clear, Blanca and I proceeded through the halls to my rooms taking care to avoid the hallway housing my former Mistress's lair. As I had suspected, my rooms were empty, neither Crystal nor Rayne were anywhere about. Assuming it would be some time before they were found and they, along with my son, chose to follow my request, I offered to take Blanca to the bathing chambers. She readily agreed which did not surprise me. I escorted her into my private bathing room. It was slightly more elegant than the general one but most importantly feature a mirrored glass. I turned her toward it determined not to laugh. Her reaction was as I had expected. Hands flew to her snarled tresses half escaped from her previously immaculate braids as she immediately began trying to pull out the leaves tangled there. The Captives Ch. 04 "Stop lady," I ordered gently. "Sit. Let me." She sat quietly on a padded chair and I began removing leaves and twigs from the nest upon her head. Once I had removed the debris I began undoing her braids then taking a brush began carefully restoring order to her unruly locks. After I had been brushing gently for a while I noticed her eyes had closed. I put down the brush and, still standing behind her I trailed my hands over her shoulders easing down her shift until,her breasts were exposed. I cupped them in my hands, my thumbs softly brushing over her nipples. She moaned quietly and leaned her head back opening her eyes to look at me. "Styrian, you make me burn, " she stated, "but I choose to make you burn." She turned upon the seat and unfastened the loose pants I had donned for our trip into the forest. She took my cock into her hand and caressed the length of me. Her touch was gentle and soft but firm. My cock stood under her ministrations. When her mouth came to lick at me, I braced my legs and threaded my hands in her hair. She took me into her mouth riding my cock with her warm wetness. It felt almost as good as being inside her. I was getting close to coming and I tried to pull her back from me. She had other ideas as she sucked harder and rode me faster. I shot my cum into her throat. She swallowed it down. Then she grinned up at me. I grinned back and raised her to her feet kissing her soundly on the lips. She shed her sheath dress and I led her over to the sunken hot spring fed tub and assisted her in entering. I carefully washed every inch of her with strawberry scented soap and washed her tresses with the same scent careful to rinse her long thick hair thoroughly. Afterwards, I helped dry her and with both of us clean we redressed to return to my chambers. Her daughter Rayne and my daughter Crystal were awaiting us as well as Mael, my son, and our meal. I seated Blanca next to me and the children took the seats they chose as we enjoyed our meal. It felt odd to me being together like this, but it felt right. I smiled at Blanca. She smiled back then inclined her head toward the children drawing my attention where she wished. I noticed then how the girls were sitting close together touching often, very comfortable with each other. I noticed also how Mael's eyes followed Rayne's every move. As the meal ended, Crystal excused herself and was off to her chamber. Mael quietly took Rayne's hand and invited her for a walk. As the room cleared, Blanca came into my arms once again. "Things feel good, Styrian. They feel right for now." "For now, sweet little vixen?" "The future is not written in stone. It is forever changing and being shaped by the events of the present. Take me to bed Storm." I didn't think twice but honored her request.