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Dark Desires: A Plot of Madness

Tsumi Okasaki

Super-Earth
Joined
May 15, 2012
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USA East Coast
Ellifain sat up, waking in a panic not for the first time over the past few months. Breathing heavily her body trembled and her nerves were slow to settle. Images flashed through her mind over the horrors she had endured during the past few months.


Several long moments past before she realized she was still free. She rose from the makeshift bed that she had been given and wandered over to a bowl of water. Looking in the reflection she saw a haggard expression on her face. Her deep blue eyes, flecked with gold, and her long black hair had a wild appearance to them. Taking a moment to straighten herself out she tucked her hair being her pointed ears.

Elves had been going missing over the last year never to be heard from again. Ellifain, like many others amongst her people, had dismissed the disappearances. The numbers weren't great and there were a variety of reasons that people just left. Some had bad relations with those around them and a few were quite young for their race. It wasn't uncommon for some of the younger elves to wander and explore more of the world before returning home or making a home for themselves elsewhere.

Ellifain was entering the second eight to tenth of her lifespan. A few years into elven adulthood, she was only one hundred and nine years of age. She had always resided in the forest of Izari, prefering only to venture out to the human settlements when things required. She was skilled in many things, combat being her specialty. She normally carried a set of twin longswords and a pair of daggers both in her belt and in her boots. She was by no means a slouch when it came to remaining alert and defending herself.

Her mind wandered back once more over the events over the past few months. Stepping from the treetop abode and looking out over the massive canopy city of Izari, she replayed the events in her head. She had entered a human settlement not far from the edged of her home forest, deciding to spend the night there before continuing on to the capital in order to seek out a friends advice on a personal matter. She stopped over at the local tavern and rented a room for the night. Retiring early, she had awaken in the dead of night to the sounds of movement just inside her room. Laying still she slipped her hands beneath her pillow to where she kept a pair of her daggers when she slept slowly. Soon the sound drew closer and she tensed, preparing to spring.

As the woman heard the person slip to within a foot of her bed, she sprung. Leaping from the bed and twisting her body, she flung the covers at the would be assailant then knifed towards the person with her blades. Quickly dispatching the foe, she heard him grunt then let him drop to the floor. Catching shadows moving across the sliver of light coming into the room she slowly slid forward. Suddenly there had been a sharp snapping sound to her right and something struck her hard in the side. Stumbling slightly, she turned and launched one of her blades at the previously unseen attacker. Then the door to the room burst open and two more people poured in. Turning hard to face them she stepped forward and felt a brush of air as something passed by her face. Leaning back she stabbed forward once more then felt something hard strike her between the shoulder blades. Confusion set in then. She knew that there were only two left in the room, both being before her. Dropping to her knees she tried to rise and quickly got a kick in the face for her troubles. The thought of calling for help had more than occurred to her, but she knew that no one would respond and now it was too late to even try. She struggled to regain her breath and felt another blow to her back. Falling to the floor she tried to look behind her but still saw nothing present. She felt a boot on her neck and tried to struggle as it pressed the toe down against her throat choking her.

She soon awoke to find herself tightly bound and gagged, and a guard stationed over her body. She was well outside of the city limits and knew that no help would stumble across her. Struggling she only managed to get a kick in the ribs for her efforts. Three day's later she found herself in the capital city held underground in a series of rooms beneath the main of the capital itself. To her horror, she had discovered the stories of missing elves were true. Her fellow captives filled her in on exactly what had been going on and what she was in store for. They passed on what had been overheard from the guards and the mages and researchers in the dungeon complex.

Her mind filled with horror upon learning that this was the King's doing. He had become obsessed with immortality and had gone to extreme means to obtain it. After his best mages and alchemists had failed, his researchers had suggested they ask the elves for help. However the King went a step further. Abducting elves where ever he could, he kept them prisoner beneath the Castle proper and when he wasn't having them tortured, he had them experimented on and researched like a lab rats. When they got done with a particular elf, they were bound and gagged then shipped out in secret to a kingdom across the sea and sold as slaves. The King needed private funding to keep his experiments going without alerting the rest of his staff. Dipping into the treasury would have raised suspicions and elves were exotic enough to make a huge profit off of over seas. One could live on the wages for half a year or more.

Ellifain was taken soon after arriving and the hells she had endured would stay with her for the rest of her days. However, unlike most, she kept her wits about her and happened across an extreme stroke of fortune. Killing a guard, she managed to escape and started a harrowing flight back to the city of Izari to inform her people of what had occurred. Managing to stay one step ahead of her pursuers, she arrived and was immediately taken to be cared for. Upon recovering enough, she began to tell of what happened to her. The elven council went into meeting and had been there off an on throughout her recovery time. When she had been able to move about, she had inquired into the council's plan only to find that there wasn't one. This outraged Ellifain.

She wandered the roof tops from place to place at random as she decided what to do.
 
Ellifain wandered through the Forest of Amir fuming. Not only had the council elected not to do anything about what had happend, they had chosen not to warn the city of Amir about what was occurring, leaving them clueless to the dangers around them. This especially irked her because Amir was only a small jaunt from the city gates. It was supposed to be Rautguard's greatest ally, the agreements and small favors over the years and former rulers having added up to the political equivalent of a friendship. On average the people of Amir got along swimmingly with the people of Rautguard. Sometimes the elves would go as far as looking over a family passing through, their love of children lending them the urge to see them safely through.

Something was wrong with the council lately. Normally there would have been an immediate response to a situation like this. Several of her people were being held captive, some not even in their second decade of life. This would have normally send the full wrath of the elven people down on the king, but their response had been oddly muted. Worse yet, Ellifain had to find out from another instead of the council that there was no action to be taken.

Growling, the elf looked up into the canopy and immediately walked to the nearest tree and began to scale it. She could have just leaped from trunk to trunk untill she reached the canopy but there was some kind of easement, some sense of fulfillment, in grasping the tree with her bare hands and pulling her weight along its trunk.

As she reached the canopy she pulled her weight up with just her arms, then pulled herself into a handstand and cartwheeled along a branch until she was upright. Shifting her bags she began walking, no seeing any signs of elven passage. She found this odd but dismissed it. It was a large forest. Perhaps they simply had been elsewhere for the last few days. Ellifain continued along, intending to leap across the river at an oaken overhang. It wasn't all that large for a river. Half way over it hung a large oak and the opposite side had a fallen ash that had never quite pulled itself free of the ground. It was a five foot leap from one to the other and required quite a bit of dexterity when reaching the other tree to keep your hold and shimmy around. Otherwise a person was just asking for a bath.

Drawing down on the river she looked out and saw a young woman swimming in it. Crouching down on her branch, she watched. Her frustrations and anger bubbling to the surface as if the act of pausing had agitated them in some manner. She watched the woman for a few minutes but it wasn't until the woman climbed free of the water that two things became abundantly clear to the distracted elf. The woman was human, something that Ellifain would have instantly spotted had she bothered to actually look, and the woman was already known to the elf.

Ellifain's lips curled into a feral snarl as she rose on the branch and pulled her bow from her shoulder, intending to drop the woman where she stood. Then something in her clicked and she slowly set the bow against the tree, hooking one end on a branch and making sure it came to rest silently against it. She didn't know exactly what she intended to do, but she knew she had no intentions of fighting the sudden drive coursing through her. The woman below was known to her because one of the guards that had held her captive had been sweet on her. So much so that he described her every detail as if a lover. Princess Danica, next ruler of Rautguard and the and the domain of King Leonis her tormentor.

Ellifain opened her bag and looked inside. She had a length of rope but it wasn't much. Looking to the woman, her eyes lit upon the fabric of her dress. It was a slender number and the elf realized that using it would leave her naked for the most part, but oddly the elf didn't care. Rope in hand, she lept from the tree and landed lightly behind the woman, the moonlight highlighting her body and displaying her slender frame and supple curves to full affect as her dark hair settled back behind her. Her blue eyes flecked with gold nearly shown as a smile creased her lips. The small tight black top and traveling skirt she wore complimented with black knee high boots laced in elven fashion. As the woman turned, Ellifain couldn't help but step forward and say in a melodious voice, "Well hi there." before striking.

She struck with the flat of her palm, hitting the woman square in the chest and watching while she staggered back and struck the tree behind her. Slowly stalking forward, Ellifain eyed the woman. There was no sense in letting such a chance pass by, now was there? A dark smile crossed her lips as she saw the woman look at her "Let me properly welcome you to the Forest of Amir."
 
The same cold smile on her lips, she watched the woman and took her comment in stride. "You speak of exceptions? Your race do nothing but take and use what they want then bitch and moan when they are told no." She said. Stalking closer she let her eyes wander over the woman's body, the thought crossing her mind to give her an example of 'human rational' and leave her in a puddle of her own making. Pushing the thought aside Ellifain stopped about a foot from the woman and said "It's odd, isn't it?" she said as she tilted her head looking at the woman. "Your race is considered intelligent but all you do is strive to make your lives miserable."

Ellifain laughed a high whimsical note as she saw the woman try to flee. Grinning to herself she looked down at the woman's dress still on the ground and bent down to take it in hand. Tearing the fabric into several straps she wrapped a couple around her left wrists and fisted the rest in her hand with the length of rope. She realized then, that she may no longer even need the rope. And what if someone saw the woman nearly naked? She didn't care, finding more humor in the thought than sympathy for the soon to be struggling and kicking woman.

Leaping nimbly into the treetops she ran them, quickly overtaking the woman and passing her. She slowly stalked the branches, silent as a falling leaf, and watched. The woman was making back for her home. Smiling to herself, Ellifain waited until she knew the woman could see the lights of her beloved home through the trees, only a few short yards away and across a field, before dropping from the trees and landing lightly on her feet before she woman. Something inside her took an immense pleasure in the look upon the woman's face. A fresh and budding hope brutally crushed as it began to blossom.

"Aww." she said as she stepped forward suddenly and delivered a brutal backhand to the woman's right cheek watching her take a fall. "So close. If you had just managed a few more feet then it would have been much more difficult for me to batter you around, now wouldn't it?" Stalking forward she launched a kick at the woman's ribs as she began to rise.
 
Ellifain let out a small laugh as she watched the woman struggle beneath her boot. "I think I'm going to enjoy you. Your much more fun to play with than I thought." she said as she pressed down. She watched the woman struggle beneath her weight for a few moments before she felt her grip weaken. Easing up on the pressure, she kicked the woman in the side just hard enough to roll her over, using just the top of her foot this time. As the woman flopped over she quickly straddled the woman and pulled the length of rope between her hands and slipped it over the woman's head and pulled back hard as it settled across her neck. "Now I could just end you right here." she said as she watched the woman struggled and grab at the rope as her air was suddenly cut off.

Holding the pressure across her throat for a few moments, the elf then released it. Taking one of the strips of the woman's clothing she roughly grabbed the woman's wrists and forced them behind her back twisting them hard and pinning them tightly together as her left hand began to wind the strip of cloth around them and pull it tight. "Its not the best utensil to use, but I'm sure its sturdy enough to hold your weak ass." Securing her wrists, the woman then took a strip and slipped it beneath her captive and let it come to rest below her breasts. Tying it off, she smiled and made sure it was as tight as she could make it. Taking another strip she looped it through the woman's wrists and ran it up to the one around her chest. Pulling it tightly, she ran it through it and tied it off.

With one final piece, she tied the woman's ankles together then grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. Laughing, she made the woman stand and pulled her back tightly against her body, pressing her breasts firmly into the woman's back. Her right hand slid around the woman and cupped her right breast hard, squeezing it as she forced the woman to hold still or fall flat on her face. "If you're uncomfortable," she said in a mock tone, "I can always try and be more hospitable." Grinning she squeezed harder leaving no doubts about what she was insinuating. Growing slightly weary of her fun, she forced the woman to her knees and took the rope between her hands once more. Forcing it past the woman's lips, she wound it around her head twice. Making sure both strands were behind the woman's teeth, she tied it off making a semi effective gag.
 
She backhanded the woman for her comment, then grabbed her before the blow forced her to the ground. She hoisted the woman over her shoulder and began setting off with her. She could feel the woman's body as it shifted against hers and had to admit that something about having complete control over the woman appealed to her. She could do anything she wanted with her and the helpless woman couldn't do anything more than endure or get lucky and pass out. Ellifain growled slightly to herself and made her way back towards the river. She needed to get to the city of Amir and warn them of what was happening. She looked to the woman out of the corner of her eye. Or at least what she could see of her, which was little more than her ass, and began formulating a plan. She had the perfect hostage to use and she intended to do just that.

She pondered the best way to play her advantage. There was a good chance that the leader of Amir wasn't going to be too thrilled about this, but if she could convince most of the council to let her run with it, they would support her even if they didn't agree with her actions. She knew they wouldn't try to free the woman without her consent provided that she didn't beat the woman to death. But she also knew that a captive would get quite a few sympathizers. This was far from normal for an elf of her age. It wasn't uncommon for an elf of younger years to do something so brash, but after a century, such things generally faded.

Having returned to the river during her musings, she forked off to the left and followed the bank. It was late in the night before she came to the bend that told her she was close. Nodding to herself, she spotted trails of an elf's passing and quite recently. Slowing her pace, she gave the person near an hours lead before resuming her previous stride and following a slight trail that would bring her close to the city.

After about two hours walking she came across a small cave off of any known trail and a good distance from the city. Dropping the captive on her ass she then motioned her towards the back of the cave, kicking her when she refused to move. She knew that the woman was bound but also that crawling was well within her abilities. She smiled and watched as the woman slowly made her way to the back of the cave. Taking off her belt she looked around and nearly laughed when her eyes lite upon a small but sturdy stalagmite. Forcing the woman to sit with her back against it, she looped her belt around the woman's neck and secured her head to the pillar. Then the elf took a travel cloak out of her bag and slipped it behind the woman, wrapping it around her arms and wrists so that she couldn't rub against the rock and sever her binds. "Now, if anyone comes be sure to remain quite or at least show them a good time when they start to 'explore' what catches their interests." She flashed a cold smile to the woman and patted her cheek before getting up and heading out.

She thought of leaving her in a far more uncomfortable position but realized that she might have to have the woman walk by the time she got back. She had no idea how long she would be, but knew that no one would hear the woman's feeble calls for help or find her in that cave. She would be stuck in the near dark until Ellifain deemed otherwise. She had already started making her mind on arrangements and she saw no need to give the woman the ritz. She may be forced to bring her into the village later, but that didn't mean she would be forced to keep her there.
 
She slipped into the city nearly unnoticed. The outposted guards merely nodding to her as she passed, but the elves further in walking the forest floor paused looking to her for several moments. It was not without reason. It was rare for Ellifain to take a route directly into the city that was leading straight for the council hall. She kept looking straight ahead as she drew near the tree where she knew the council hall was, the members of the council more than likely in meeting. It was that time of the year, and the elders of the village seemed to enjoy the parley with each other. Reaching the base of the massive tree, she looked over at the ropes that would normally handle the lift and decided she wasn't in the mood to wait, despite patience being her normal trait.

Hand over hand, she climbed the rope and was met with the face of a perplexed elf standing at the top watching her. "Needed the work out." she said, flashing him a smile as she slipped past. The elf grinned then shrugged and continued his previous act of resetting the lift. Walking down the woven branch walkway that circled the tree, partly natural grown and part elven made, she rounded the tree and came to a pair of large wooden doors set into the expansive trunk. The trunk measured at least forty feet in diameter, possibly even larger for it held a very large crowd with relative ease, and older than most of the forest.

Pushing the doors open without stopping to drink in the intricate detail carved into them, a feature that always fascinated her on her visits here, she strode into the room and looked upon the faces suddenly turned to her in curiosity. "We have a problem." she said. Her melodious voice betrayed none of the anger that resided just beneath the surface of her calm facade. She took a deep breath and began explaining in intimate detail what had befallen her and her actions up to this point. She told them about how she had taken Princess Danica as her captive and intended to use her to get her fellow elves back from a clearly maddened king bent on a twisted dream. Some of the elves observing her paled in horror while other simply stood in mute shock. When she finished it took several long moments before any of them spoke. One asked her where she was currently keeping the heir to the throne, to which she shook her head and replied that such knowledge would only be a hindrance to the council if Ellifain's plot backfired. They would be able to say it had been her acting alone and without their knowledge. A tale that Ellifain would follow up even if it cost her the last thing she had to give. Her life.

She wouldn't endanger more of her people with her rash action, but she did get the support of the council to carry out her plan with any aid she needed. Nodding she then took her leave and exited the hall. Squinting and shielding her eyes, she was surprised to see that it was nearly mid morning. Realizing she had yet to eat, she walked to what passed for an elven Inn and grabbed some food. Frowning to her self, she ordered a second plate. It was a biscuit, scrambled eggs, and a slice of ham. Departing the Inn, she made her way out of the city and took a circuitous route back to the cave, making sure she hadn't been followed. Slipping inside, she made her way to the back and could see the woman clearly in the dim light refracted throughout the cavern. Deciding to light a fire anyway, regardless of the light, knowing that the woman had probably gone numb during the night after being forced to stay in one position for so long.

Rooting around the cave, she found several scraps of wood and used the flint and steel from her travel bag to start a small fire relatively close to the woman. Setting the plate on the woman's lap, she reached up and traced the rope wedged into her mouth with a single finger. In a calm flat voice holding a note of song that her race had become known for, she spoke. "I'm going to remove this. But the second you make a sound that doesn't sit well with me, I will regag you. And this time I believe I will add your trousers to the equation." She was slightly bluffing on that last part, but she certainly would regag the woman as well as knock her around a bit. Releasing her from her gag, she also lowered her hands to the belt, her nimble fingers making quick work of the belts clasp. Then she picked up the plate and offered the woman a bite of food.
 
Ellifain swore and snatched her hand back. She struggled with herself for a moment, the desire to bash the woman's head into the pillar behind her till she didn't move was so overwhelming that for several moments she couldn't even see straight. Growling at the woman as she threw her fit, she saw her collapse and immediately grabbed her throat, pulling her into a sitting position. "Done?" she snarled looking into the woman's eyes, her face a mask of rage. She kept a careful pressure on the woman's throat, part of her afraid she would inadvertently kill the woman by mistake. Her eyes fluttered shut as she struggled to master herself once more, cradling her hand against her stomach and bracing her forearm on her thigh.

Opening her eyes after several long moments, she released the woman and looked to her hand. "Shit." she swore as she looked at it. The woman had gotten her good just before the second knuckle were a thin rivulet of blood flowed free. She cradled her hand, turning it in the light. The wound didn't seem to be deep enough to cause her loss of her hand, but looking it over she realized she wouldn't be able to draw a bow for at least a week or it would pull open the wound and possibly even cause an infection. Moving over to her bag she rooted around in it and came out with a thin wrapped roll of bandaging. Wrapping her fingers and the corner of her palm, she tied it off then tossed the roll back into the bag. She figured the woman would try something but had counted on the woman wanting something to eat before starting something she was at to much of a disadvantage to win.

She glanced over at her, contempt evident on her face. She was, at least, grateful that the council had agreed to her request of sending a runner to the palace to deliver her ransom letter. She let her mind wander over the particulars of it as she stared at the woman. She had made sure to state what she wanted clearly. The release of her people or not only would she end his daughter's journey on this plane, but she would let it become public knowledge of just how mad he had gotten. His activities would come to light and it wouldn't be long before there was a revolt in his own city and outside his walls. It probably wasn't the best way to handle the situation but Ellifain wanted the man's nuts in a vice. She had spent several stay overs in Rautguard and had thought it a very pleasant place till that idea had been brutally stripped from her along with several other things....

She moved over to the woman and barked "Eat or fucking starve. You have ten minutes." She moved to the woman and freed her hands briefly, only to wind the rope she had used for a gag around them. She caught a glimpse of the corners of her hostages mouth and almost felt a twinge of sympathy.
Almost.
Paying it no further heed, she did decide to simply find a cloth to use from now on and set about stoking the fire. Once the fire was settled and a small crackling flame burned at its center stably she picked up her own plate and crossed her legs. Setting it into her lap she dug in. A thought crossing her mind, she leaned back slightly and reached into her bag procuring a waterskin. Tossing it at the woman's feet, she then continued her meal.
 
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