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gossamer_winged1 67F  
9 posts
11/26/2015 11:01 pm
Once Upon a Time: The Hunter Part IV

Once Upon a Time: The Hunter IV

Days have passed since the girl had been caught and caged. Each day she wakes from a drugged sleep, her mind misted, her body slow and weak. She thinks that the water that she drinks has a low level of the drug in it as well to keep her passive. This she has reasoned because the first time she woke in the warm darkness and opened her eyes to see the cage around her, the room beyond. Her eyes taking in her surroundings, still under the influence of the drug, but now able to think and plan.

She had used her magics and slipped from the bindings at wrist and ankle. As she was looking around her to see where the way out of the room was, the Hunter came into view. He just smiled and tsked. “Little girl, it will take more than that to get out of the cage.” These words made her shiver with trepidation. What were his plans for her? Why was she locked away like this? And mostly,,,what were all those things she could see across from the cage? Some she could see were ropes, chains and,,,she was not sure. There were many items lined up on a table, others hanging from the ceiling.

Each day she woke with the restraints at wrist and ankle. The Hunter was always near, watching her. One day instead of food being placed in the cage in a basket, the Hunter held the food in his hand. If she wanted to eat, she would have to take the food from his hand. For several days she refused to take the food from him. But she could not keep going without eating, the drug made her weak to begin with, no food was making it worse. When she finally took the food from his hand, the Hunter smiled.

One day she woke fevered and so weak that she could not stand. The Hunter bathed her and wrapped her in blankets to keep her warm, but she remained fevered for three days. The fourth day the Hunter carried her outside and into the sun. This helped her to revive and so this became a daily thing. For one hour each day she was chained to a tree outside so that she could be in the sun. Being a creature of nature, being shut away was harmful to her. The fae would watch everything around her while outside. She noticed the black wolf off in the woods, hidden by the shadows. This made her heart leap with fear for the pack and also with gratitude that they had not forsaken her.

This continued for many days until she woke to find that the restraints on her wrists and ankles were now secured with chains on them to a large wooden X. Her arms and legs spread wide to fit against the X. Blinking and trying to clear the fog from her mind, she pulled against the chains. Her body twisting trying to get free. She then hears the deep chuckle from the Hunter. He is standing there watching her futile efforts. He reaches out his hand and strokes it down her body, stopping to tease breast and nether lips. His fingers teasing against soft flesh that has never been touched this way before. The fae bites her lips and begins to twist and pull harder against the bonds to no avail. She is frightened by his touch and the response in her body. Then slowly her brushes a riding crop over her breasts, teasing the nipples with the leather tip, then gliding the leather down her chest, stomach and slowly up and down the crease of her nether lips. Causing her to whimper, she did not know if it was all fear that had her whimpering. The Hunter began tapping her breasts and nether lips with the crop, slowly increasing the strength of the tapping, running the tip of the crop up and down her sides, over her hips then returning to tap her breasts and nether region over and over till her creamy skin was red and heated. He then brought a strange thing to press against and into her nether lips, opening her further, this thing vibrated against her causing her to rise onto her toes, trying to get away from that sensation,,but to no avail because the Hunter only pressed it to her harder until she felt a hot deep throbbing inside her and her head went back her body limp now in the restraints.

Every day this was repeated. Some days with her facing him, others with her back towards him. He would tease her body with different tools, the crop, a cane, the floggers. All done slowly, gentle tapping with increasing force stopping and decreasing when she would scream and fight to get away from the strokes of these tools. Always at the end, the device that would vibrate and force her into a sensual area that almost made her drown in its pleasure and its darkness. All of this to be followed by the gentle touch of the Hunters hands as he unbound her, stroking her softly then holding her tenderly to his strength and warmth until her shivering subsided.

Soon the fae would wake with a craving for the touch, the pain and the pleasure that the Hunter brought to her. Her mind and body trained to enjoy so well that she now woke with sweet anticipation.

Then one morning she woke, feeling as if something were different. The restraints were all gone. No rope. No chains. The door to the cage stood wide open. She stood just inside the door, her eyes searching. The Hunter was not there. With quiet care she stepped out of the cage. Ears open to any little sound. Slowly she left the room and went outside. Still no sign of the Hunter. She ran for the forest there to find the wolf pack. Petting and hugging the big black wolf she could feel the call of freedom so deep inside of her. But she looked back, another feeling just as strong pulling at her.

With a last hug to the black wolf the fae stood and walked slowly back. Her heart beating hard, breath shallow. Eyes searching. When she stood in front of the door, returning to her place of captivity she heard a sound. Turning she sees him. The Hunter. Standing at the corner to the building, watching her. with slow hesitant steps she goes to him. Drops to her knees and lays her head against his thigh. She feels his hand stroke her hair, then fist gently holding her head to him and hears him say “That is my good girl”


Blended2 59M
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2/23/2019 3:12 pm

Excellent story, very sensual.



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