Esther was a nymph, which was different than a nymphomaniac, it meant a wood spirit. Of course it was rumored she was a nympho as well, but that was a charge that had yet to have it’s day in court.

So it was surprising that a man would be dumb enough to break into her house, a small shack in the woods, and try to steal her possessions. However as the great seer and sage Elder Mencken once said, no one ever lost money underestimating the Londonstani people.

Xeno had been exiled from his village when he was only 13, for attempting to murder his younger brother. He was stopped by their mother who promptly sliced at him with a kitchen knife, taking off one of his fingers. Since then he lived in the woods, running with a small group of bandits who stole from travelers and scavenged in the woods. While hunting rabbits he found this cabin.

Any other of the band, though most were not much brighter than him, would have recognized the cabin. But Xeno payed no attention to stories and legends, he paid no attention to anything that didn’t center on his wants and needs. It was fair to say that was about to change.

He checked the door to the cabin but it wasn’t barred. This probably meant the owner was out, so he went in. The cabin was neat, tidy. He scoured it for objects of value. There was fresh bread, which he immediately ripped off a hunk and popped it in his mouth. He hadn’t caught any rabbits yet and he was very hungry.

He saw a shelf with jewelry, dangly pretty things. He imagined he could sell those in a nearby town, or gift them to a foolish peasants daughter and win her favor.

He was fondly imagining the way this wench would repay him when a voice behind him said “actually I think you’ll find this one is much prettier than the one you’re holding.”

Surprised Xeno whirled around, his hunting knife rising to threaten and ward. But it was only a wench, a red haired buxom wench who obviously didn’t know respect for a man like him.

“Oh are these yours? And what lady did you steal them from? I’ll just retrieve them shall I, not right for a thieving, conniving little thing like you to have them.” He waved the three necklaces in his hand to taunt her, he liked making women cry.

But she wasn’t crying. She just dangled the necklace between her fingers, a gold thing with a large blue stone, light blue that sparkled in the fading sunlight.

“See it’s much prettier than what you’ve taken, you really should take this instead. Look how nice it sparkles, every time it sways in the light.”

Xeno followed the stone, watching it flash in the light. Her soft husky voice wrapped around him. He felt tingles through his body, and his cock twitched in response. A heavy burning feeling settled in his chest like a good gulp of mulled wine.

“You really must look closer, at the stone, it’s the shape of an oval, just like a women’s cleft. Tempting you, taunting you, fascinating you, right? You can’t look away, and now you don’t even want to. You just want to keep starting at the necklace. Though you’re eyes are getting so heavy now.”

Xeno blinked his eyes open, though they kept trying to close on him. His thoughts were heavy, slow. Not quick witted at the best of times, now he found it hard to even remember why he was here.

“Close your eyes for me.”

Xeno did.

“You feel so nice and comfortable don’t you. Speak up for me.”

“Yes”

“Say yes milady.”

“Yes milady.”

“And I am your lady. And you belong to me. You pitiful little robber, you pathetic churl. You belong to me completely. Say it.”

“I belong to you completely.”

“You ache to serve me.”

“I ache to serve you.”

“When you awake, you will regard me as the most beautiful women you have ever seen. You will beg to touch me, in any way I choose. Touching any part of me is the greatest treasure you can imagine, do you understand?”

“Yes milady.”

“Good. Now I want you to slowly become more awake, slowly be able to think again. You feel so good now, so heavy and thick with pleasure. That is the affect of my voice and my beautiful necklace. But now you are waking up, able to think, but forgetting the spell I cast on you. Awake!”

Xeno woke up from his pleasant daydream, the one about the grateful farm girl. He remembered being disturbed by the lady of the house. Fine, he’d do for her and run. He brought up his knife and sneered at the girl.

“I’ll take your other bauble after I’ve cut you open slattern.”

“Will you?” she asked and fluttered her eyelashes.

Xeno gasped as if in pain. Her beauty hit him like a fist in the belly. Her hair was fiery red and glowed in the red light of the sunset. Her eyes were liquid honey and shone in the dim light of the cabin. Her body filled the low cut peasant blouse with curves that called to be explored. Her mouth curved in a smirk that showed just a hint of cruel white teeth.

“Kneel and drop the knife.”

He knelt and tossed the knife away from him.

“Give me a compliment.”

“You’re the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. To touch you would be a blessing from the gods.”

“That’s a start. Kiss my feet and suck on my toes.”

“Yes milady.” Xeno didn’t know why he called her milady, it was plain she wasn’t no aristocrat, yet her beauty marked her as far above him, and calling her milady seemed as natural as lying on the floor before her.

…

The lads gathered around him and shared their takings. Johann was a decent man, as bandit leaders go. He shared mostly with his boys, looked out for the members of the gang that were worth looking out for, and tried mostly to steal without unnecessary killing.

So it was with some concern he noted the absence of Xeno from the communal dinner of poached rabbit. “Hey maggot, where’s Xeno?”

“Don’t know sir” Maggot answered. “Saw him chasing rabbits in the Northwest corner of the forest, by the nymphs. Maybe she got him?”

Big Goeff and Argus laughed at that. “Serve the mooncalf right.”

“Everyone explained to him about avoiding the nymph right?” demanded Johann.

“Explaining is maggot’s job” protested Argus.

“No way” protested Maggot “Geoff’s supposed to give the orientation lecture to the newbies.” The band began squabbling, the mutual accusations and protests drowned out the peaceful sounds of the forest at night.

“Everyone shut up!” Johann commanded. “We have to go find him.”

“Who cares is the little turd’s lost, be it to a wolf pack or to the nymph, what’s it to us?” asked Turtle, who was a little slow.

“If he’s bothered the nymph, it won’t be just him she takes it out on slough for brains, it’ll be all of us.” Geoff explained. “Oh, we’d best find him then” Turtle said wisely.

“Thanks for endorsing my authority Turtle, now get a fornicating move on!”

“No need sir, he’s here” said Maggot pointing. And it was true, Xeno was visible in the moonlight, stepping off a trail and into the clearing that served as campsite.

“Xeno, where’ve you been lad?” asked Argus.

“Serving milady” he answered.

“Well look at that Johann, the lad’s got a sweetheart, next thing you know they’ll be betrothed.”

“Stow it Argus, there’s trouble here.”

“Yes there is Johann” a woman’s voice purred, low and sensual, “we had a little agreement didn’t we Johann.”

He shuddered, an enchantress bandying one’s name never boded well. “Yes we did, we surely did. And we’ll take care of punishing the lad, he shouldn’t have done whatever he did and we’ll make good on what he’s done, sure.”

“No you will not Johann. He belongs to me now, and no one will touch what’s mine. That’s part of our agreement isn’t it?”

“Yes, well if you’ve taken the lad okay, what else can we do to make good on our former colleagues mistakes.”

“Well, I’ll have to think about it.” Calmly she began stroking a brush through her thick, soft, luxurious hair. “I’ll have to take my time and think carefully on what I’m going to do with all of you. You’ve violated our agreement and that puts you all subject to my power. You know that don’t you?” Her voice was even more seductive than usual, sending chills up the bandits spines and heat to their cocks. Every man’s eyes but two followed the curves of her body beneath her peasant frock, the taut creamy flesh of her legs, and the truly bold met her golden honey eyes. Only Johann kept his eyes averted, looking at the ground. He risked a glance around the campfire and saw all his lads beguiled by her sourcerous ways.

“You’ll not take us like this nymph. It isn’t right to enslave a whole band for the mistakes of one. That’s right lads, enslave. She’s not a coquette, or a farmers daughter offering a bed for the night or a roll in the hay. She’ll take your will, your mind and your soul, and give you naught but a kick in the ass for it. Is that what you want?”

His words roused his men, for he was their leader in more than name. Many could remember his saving their lives, by violence or good sense. They pulled their gaze away from the sweet flesh on display, at least most of them did. Any that had met her eyes were lost, completely besotted by her power.

Even those were shaken by the other men, tried to rouse them back to the former selves, but those selves were lost and gone, only slaves to the Lady remained.

“You speak to me of right, you who rob and waylay any who come through these woods. There is no right, only strong and weak and bargains. You have broken are bargain and the only question is what do I want to do about it. You have no power against me, you’re all as helpless as my little slave here” and she kicked Xeno hard in the chest. The hapless ex-bandit only whimpered at the pleasure of her touch and crawled back towards her black boots.

There was ugly murmuring at this and the bandits whose minds remained drew knives and clubs from their belts. Esther noticed this and bridled her pride and temper.

“You raise arms against me? Am I so fearsome? I’m just a maid, a fair lady brushing her hair, surrounded by such dangerous men. Why do you fear me so? All I would do is allow some of you the pleasure of my bed. I’m even brushing, with such long, tiresome strokes my hair to please you more. Surely I should be the one afraid of you, while you should only desire me. Long for me, for my touch. Follow the stroke of my hairbrush, hear the soft lulling sound as it slides through my hair. Even you Johann, your eyes too are drawn to my brush as I draw it through my tresses, my beautiful hair.”

She looked around to ensure all eyes, even the bandit leader’s followed her hairbrush. “5 more strokes and your eyes will all close for me.” Her voice was a hot spring soothing tired muscles, the men felt heavy and languid. “4 more strokes” she purred, and the men found themselves blinking slowly and feeling dazed.

“No lads” said Johann through a sleepy fog “we have to fight. Rush her.” So saying he stumbled towards her, legs as heavy as his eyelids.

“3 more strokes, follow the brush through my hair, fall under my spell. It feels so good to surrender to my power, to belong to me. Only those who surrender to me will ever know the pleasure of the touch of my sweet flesh, isn’t that worth your love, your loyalty, your soul? Two more strokes.”

By the time she finished running her brush through her hair all the men’s eyes were closed, large bedazzled smiles on their faces, lost under her spell. She found herself unexpectedly aroused. “Crawl to me Johann” she called.

The fierce bandit leader wormed across the muddy ground towards her feet. She lifted her frock and moved aside her underthings. “Lick me, lick me long and slow, my stalwart warrior, my stanchion. Show me your cunning leadership, your fierce independent spirit. Lick me, captain of my slaves.”

Eagerly he knelt before her vagina, intoxicated by the nearness of her, the prospect of touching her so intimately. Obediently he licked all the way across her cleft and over her clittorus. Long slow licks he lavished upon her altar, till she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face deeper into her. “Faster, stronger licks, now.” Eagerly he licked her as quickly, with as much power as he could. Hardly experienced at serving women in this intimate fashion, he strived to obey her wishes. And the nymph wasn’t shy about correcting him with yanks of his head or harsh language.

“Are you an idiot? Are you worthless? Show me how much I mean to you slave, faster and stronger, along my clittorus. Here!” she yelled guiding his head, so his tongue was directly over her most sensitive part. “Yes, that it! Oh, yes. Good slave, keep pleasing me. No don’t slow down, faster. Strong licks. Yes. Good, oh god. Yes, I’m coming, yes. She squeezed her thighs tight, crushing out all sense of the outside world for her slave. All Johann knew was the scent and taste of his lady, and that was all he wanted. Till her hand pushed him away, and he licked her thigh and then her leg instead, eager for more of her touch and taste. Tired of his attentions she kicked him away. Chagrined that he displeased her Johann withdrew from the center of the clearing.

Satiated for the moment, the nymph looked over all her new slaves. They weren’t much, but they were hers. And she knew there would be others, worldly ambition had never been her way before, but now that the world had intruded on her, she found she wanted. Lovers, slaves and power, and not in that particular order was what she wanted now.