A Journey to a Safer Place (Angel + Strmas)

[Angel216]

Ilyza woke up shivering again, it was, perhaps the tenth night she woke up like this. Ten days ago, her life was peaceful, she had been living in a small elven village and, then, the slavers came, the humans. They overstepped their boundaries, but what could the elves do about it, iron was their weakness. They had burned down their houses, and had completely demolished the place that they had called home. Only, but a few managed to escape, and she was one of the lucky few that managed to escape.

It was late fall and it was about to get worse for her, if it wasn't already worse now. It had been worse for five days, ever since the first snow fall, signalling the change from late fall to winter. For five days, she had been going almost nonstop because the slavers had been able to find her because of the tracks she left in the snow. Elves were faster, stronger than humans by nature, but even without sleep and without food or nourishment, the elves became weaker. One that particular night, she had climbed high into a tree and had settled down to get, if she was lucky, a few hours of sleep. It had only been two hours when she heard their voices and their dogs. Only been two hours before she saw their torch lights burning in the near distance.

She groaned as she jumped down from the branch, landing solidly on her two feet. She was the human equivalent of 20 years old, had flowing bright red hair that fell in waves to the middle of her back and skin the color of alabaster china, with blood red lips that were like a single rose in a field of white snow. She had piercing blue eyes, and a very curvaceous form, wide hips from running, though, she was slim and weighed about 115 pounds, standing at about 5'7". She had C cup breasts, that were not too big, nor too small and that bounced with each step. She had toned legs and arms, slim, but curved as well from running and she was wearing a slim, tight fitting green dress that didn't leave much to the imagination as it was short cut, coming to the middle of her thighs and had a low V that dipped into her cleavage. She supposed that's why the slavers were so intent on getting her, they normally would have given up by now, but she had heard their lewd comments about them having fun with her before they sold her.

As she landed, she heard the dogs start up the howling, they had heard her and now the hunt was on, again. She took off sprinting, though, a bit weaker, the sleep had helped her regain at least energy to keep her going for two hours, then she would need food. She sprinted, the snow only slowing her down marginally as once again her tracks became visible. She didn't have time to walk, and carefully drag a brush over her tracks to hide them, now it was the time to run. She could hear the clumsy humans thrashing and running behind her and she also heard a dog nearby. She felt a searing pain ripple through her leg, a dog had caught up and had sunk her teeth into the back of her calf. She let out a cry of pain, she was desperate and needed to get away and fast as she kept running, kicking the dog with her other foot and knocking it loose. She gritted her teeth against the pain that rippled through her calf and sprinted faster, putting distance between herself and the hunters, as well as the dogs. Though, now it would be harder for her to hide as with each running step she took, left a smear of blood, like a rose on a field of white. Now it'd be almost impossible to hide as she kept sprinting forward. She made a quick prayer to the God that she had grown up to worship, asking him for help, any help at all, telling him that she didn't want to be caught. Then she focused on sprinting through the burning and rippling pain that almost made her knees buckle as she tried to put more distance between herself and the hunters.

 

[Strmas]

Kryton sat almost motionless as by the light of the moon, he studied the plants near him and compared them to the sketches he had made. There was almost no visible difference between the Morningrush and the Leitner leaves, they were indistinguishable to the untrained eye and easily confused to even a trained eye like Kryton, but each plant had its own friends it liked. The Morningrush choose ferns as its neighbors while Leitner plants preferred cattails. unfortunately neither type grew next to these plants, they were in a group of reeds. While they looked alike the herb each produced were quite different. Morningrush could produce a powder that would cure a belly pain while Leitner would remove all ails in this life and let you try your look in the next! Studying his sketches, Kryton decided the reeds were closely related to the cattails, so it was a Leitner. He quickly added a new sketch to his book to make the next time he saw a similar grouping easier.

Kryton put his sketch away and carefully harvested the plants putting them in one of the dozen of sacks he carried. He stood, steadying himself, one of his legs had gone to sleep from sitting so long. Kryton was a big man and dressed in the white fur cloak, hat, and leggings he looked almost more like a bear than a man but over 40 years of soft living had turned a once powerful physique into a rounder, softer one, albeit still a quite large one. Even as a young man he had never had much interest in the warrior life that seemed to high risk to get the things he wanted. Kryton loved the finer things and the pleasures of life but fighting to take them seemed like a terribly inefficient way to obtain them. He wasn't really a herbalist or Apothecary but he was as skilled as anyone else in the lands, his plant lore gave him an easy cover to travel through the lands. Every town and cot hold welcomed a man that could give some relief to the various ills that plagued the living or gave a measure of escape from them. And as he moved unsuspected and unhindered he worked his true vocation, finding the secret needs and desires of men and what they would give for those needs. He had already become a rich man working as a trader, acquiring what people most hungered for and providing it at a generous profit for himself.

Kryton had his own hungers of course, but he kept them closely held to himself. From his work he knew what a disadvantage a man was at if the other knew what he truly wanted.

Kryton stopped from arranging his sacks as he heard the sound of the hounds drawing closer. He had seen the slavers out scouring the woods for days now, from the sounds of the hounds they were closing in on some poor wretch. There couldn't be many elves left from the enclave, the slavers were very through.

just as he was about to turn back to his sacks she burst into the clearing, obviously young and even at a glance he could see she was quit the beauty, he could also see she was doomed, the wound on her leg betrayed her. the dogs would never loose her scent now, at least not by normal means. He knew that standing still in his white furs against the snow backdrop he would be almost invisible to a man but an elf, even a young wounded and distracted one, would soon sense him. While he could see he was two or more times her size he was not foolish enough to think such comparisons mattered with a elf. he had no doubt that little slip of a girl could rip him to pieces with her bare hands and she almost certainly had some fine elfish blade hidden on her (though her clothing did not leave many places to hide things!) and could slice and dice him as well.

"Girl", he said in firm voice but pitched so she could hear but that it would not carry too far, "they are closing fast. You'll never outrun them with that." He pointed at the wound on her leg. He could see she was wore down to almost nothing, she must have been running for days. Would she trust him? Did she have a choice. he held up his arms showing he was holding no weapon. "Your only hope is to hide", he pointed to the brush around his sacks, the snow was packed up against the brush and the brush almost seemed to form a little cage around the trees. He moved his sacks aside, there was a tiny opening into the brush, "You'll have to trust me Elgii", he didn't know much elfish but had picked up a word or two while trading and heard them use that term for children, "I think I can fool the dogs but you must hide and be still."

 

[Angel216]

Ilyza skid to a stop, though, the pain seared through her knee so bad that it almost made her crumple when she stopped. She heard the voice and her piercing blue eyes locked onto the man. She thought she may have saw him, though, perhaps when she was still truly a child in her elven years in her village, trading with her people. She looked at it, it was taking all her effort to remain standing upright as blood ran down her leg and stained the snow a crimson red. She didn't know if she could trust him, but what choice did she have?

She heard the howling of the hounds as if they were behind her and knew they were close, they would do damage before their Masters' would call them off and haul her away. She didn't want that, so she limped to the hole and dived in behind him and his sacks and into the bush. She whimpered slightly, her eyes weary with fear of the man, but he had offered to hide her and she knew she didn't have much of a choice. She crouched down in the small hole beneath the bush and became still, quiet, though, her heart pounded fast with fear for what would happen to her.

She looked at the back of the man's legs, and her mind raced with questions, where had he come from? Was he a slaver as well, and why was he in the middle of the woods? Could she really trust him, would he let her go after she diverted the dogs and humans away? She felt her heart beating and her body was covered in a thin film of sweat covered her entire body, but she remained still and quiet as she heard the humans and the dogs enter the clearing. She could hear the dogs slow down and walk through the snow, hearing their noses trying to pick up their scent and then she heard the slavers speak to the man who she decided to trust on a whim.

"Have you seen a girl come running through here, she's an elf, a pretty little thing too, I would love a piece of that ass before we sell her, and so would my fellows here, can you be a chump and point us in the right direction?"

Ilyza heard the sniffing of the dogs getting closer, though they circled the bush and the man as if they were uncertain of the man who stood in the way of their prey. Did the dogs know she was in there? Part of her wanted to dive out of the bush and take off running for her life, but she kept still, though, she trembled slightly as she took a small, quiet, deep breath, trying to calm down.

 

[Strmas]

As the young elf crawled into the small opening, her tunic momentarily crept up giving Kryton a momentary glimpse of even more of the young elf. he felt his heart race at the sight of her but he quickly pushed those thoughts away for now, he needed to act quickly or both of them would be in trouble. He rearranged the sacks covering the entrance and drew a handful of powdered herb from one sack. He began to spread the powder about, over the bush that she hid in and then around the ground where she had come, being sure some went where every drop of blood was visible. The dogs were very near now, he grabbed the remains of his meal, roasted rabbit and tore it to pieces and strew it around and then he took his dagger and cut his leg, not deeply but enough that blood began to soak his leggings. Quickly sheathing his dagger and grabbing his stout staff, he moved backtracking her trail as far as he could until the dogs were almost on him.

He hurried back toward his camp, dragging his leg feigning a more serious wound, "Back, Baxk", he shouted waving his staff wildly as the dogs entered the clearing. The instance the dogs entered the clearing they began smelling the Draccis powder he had spread turning their sensitive noses numb and useless. The dogs milled about confused by the sudden loss of smell and the strange antics of the man waving and shouting at them as he continued to back away from them. moments later the men burst into the scene behind the dogs.

"What's this?", cried the lead man, trying to make order from the chaos, he had expected to see the hounds cornering that sweet little elven bit. Instead they wre just milling around as if lost with this bear of a man shouting and waving at them. Whatever he was, he was certainly no elf!

" Hold foul highwaymen, no need to sic your dogs on me again.", the huge man seemed to collapse near his pile of sacks, he threw a small purse of coins at the man,"I have little just my plants and herbs a few coins, take them and leave an old man be", he pleaded.

The other men had joined them, the dogs continued to mill about confused, a couple found the rabbit remains and began gobbling them down. Some of the men began calling the dogs, rounding them up. One man picked up one of the sacks, looked inside, "Its just a bunch of plants", he said.

The first man through the purse of coins back at kryton, "We're not robbers, we're slavers"

"Slavers?!", exclaimed Kryton, "What worth would an old man like me be to slavers?"

"No, no", said their leader, trying to calm the big man, how in the world had this happened he thought? "We are hunting an elf, I thought the dogs were right on her tail", he shook his head, "my dogs never attacked anyone like that", he looked at the man's leg, still oozing a little blood, "who are you and what are you doing out here in the middle of the night?"

"My name is Kryton, I'm a Apothecary, I was here collecting rare plants. Some can only be collected under a full moon or they lose their healing power", he said, seeming to fall back in relief.

"I know you said one man, you helped the miller's wife back in Brainridge when she was having such a hard time with the baby."

"Ah yes, miller Hanso, his poor wife had a dreadful delivery, it was lucky I had some Branter extract when I went through there and could help her through that". In a few minutes the men were all recalling various times a traveling Apothecary had helped someone in their villages or towns, though Kryton didn't recognize half the names or places he modestly took credit from them all.

"So you are chasing a wild elf warrior? I guess I am fortunate after all, a little dog bite is nothing compared with what that fiend would have done with me. I hear they eat people alive!", Kryton said in a conspiratorial whisper.

"No this is just a little wisp of a girl, she's an elf, a pretty little thing too, I would love a piece of that ass before we sell her, and so would my fellows here, can you be a chump and point us in the right direction?"

"Well", said Kryton slowly as if thinking deeply, "right before the dogs attacked me, I thought I heard something moving away to the north. I bet the elf bewitched your dogs and set them on me. they're a cunning lot those elves."

"She's got a pretty good lead but we'll run her down, Come on men."
The men and their dogs disappeared into the brush. Kryton staid still until the sound of them faded into the night. At least the dogs wouldn't be doing any useful tracking for at least a day. He turned his attention to his little prize hidden in the snow. Now if he could just find a way to keep her, he though his pulse racing.

"They're gone for now", he said softly into the opening, you can come out.

 

[Angel216]

Ilyza's nose wrinkled as she listened to them talking back and forth, bewitching, eating humans?! She almost scoffed upon hearing that, but soon she heard the men and the dogs leaving and a shaky sigh of relief came from her as she stayed in the small hole, listening for any sounds other than that of the one man who helped her. Then when he turned around and said they were gone and she could come out, she slowly crawled out of the hole as she looked at him and tried to stand up, only to crumple back against the ground, her wound was a bit deeper than she thought and she would need to rest it or it wouldn't heal. She looked up at him, and moved to sit down, the pain clear on her face as she looked at him and murmured quietly, "Thank you so much, I just need to rest for now, though, as the wound is pretty deep and will take some time to heal?" She said it in almost a question.

It shamed her only a little to be asking the help of a man she knew very little about and she looked at him, biting her lower lip. She was asking for his help yes, but would he decode the way she was asking for it. She looked at the wound, elves healed naturally, but with the combination of sleepless nights and undernourishment she didn't think that it would heal on her own and so she looked up at him again. Then she asked once more, her voice a tad quiet, "May I ask your name? Mine is Ilyza and I am sorry about my attire, when those god awful men attacked my village, I didn't have much time to change, I had to run, otherwise I would have never made it out before they would have nabbed me."

She chewed on her bottom lip as she pondered her next move, she knew she had to rest to heal properly, and she had to question him to try to ask for his lip. Though, she was still slightly weary of him, the questions still buzzing in her mind, but he had helped her and she felt that some show of gratitude would be necessary, though, she wasn't sure what she could do to show him that she was grateful for saving her hide when the dogs and the men came into the clearing. She merely looked up at him, waiting for an answer to both her questions.

 

[Strmas]

He watched her wiggle out of the hiding hole, that sight alone was worth the trouble with those idiots that had been hunting her! He watched her fall back to the ground, the wound was worse than he had thought at first. He made no move to go to her or help. He knew better than make any sudden move, he would have to build up her trust so he could help her .. and later get what he burned to have.

<"May I ask your name? Mine is Ilyza and I am sorry about my attire, when those god awful men attacked my village, I didn't have much time to change, I had to run, otherwise I would have never made it out before they would have nabbed me.">

He smiled his most disarming smile at pretty little thing, "I am Kryton. The dogs will not be able to track you for at least a day. I doubt that they will double back this way but I think you should remain hidden here for a little bit, until you rest up anyway." He tried not to stare at her but it was quite difficult, her dress left so little to the imagination and looking at her made his heart race. He reached into one of his pouches and drew out a large chunk of bread. He tore it in half and tossed one part to Ilyza and then took a bite from the other piece showing it was safe to eat.

"It is rather stale I am afraid and even when fresh it would be no caparison to your elven bread but it will give you some nourishment.", he took another bite and gestured at her to do the same.

Next he gathered up some fresh snow and put it in a pot near the remains of his campfire. He put some small kindling on the fire remains and it sprang back to life. He fed some more wood on the fire and it was soon blazing. He put the pot over the fire, letting the snow melt. He took opened another small pouch on his belt and pulled out a pinch of powder which he sprinkled into the pot, soon a pungent aroma began to waft out of the pot.

He sat down heavily on large rock and undid the legging where he had cut himself, the wound had already stopped bleeding.

"Mine was a little cut made to look wore that it was to fool them", he said rubbing snow over it to remove the blood, "but yours has me worried. I know your people heal well but a animal bite like that can turn very bad. I know a little about healing, well human healing anyway but I don't think you can be that different. Would you let me look at?"

 

[Angel216]

Ilyza shivered slightly as she saw his smile and, though, she was still wary of him, his smile said he was friendly and wasn't going to harm her. She nodded as she listened and took the bread gratefully as she seemed to gulp it down in larger chunks than he. She was hungry and she heard her stomach growl in approval for finally having something in it after days of having nothing in it. She looked at him and her brow furrowed, she knew that sooner or later, especially on her own, the slavers would find her and she thought that perhaps after he had healed her he would leave her. She didn't want to think about that, but she knew that she would have to make it clear to him that she needed help.

She looked up at him as he started the fire and she could feel her bones warming as the fire grew and then she smelt a strange smell. Again, her brow furrowed, this time, not from worry, but from curiosity as she looked at him and then towards the pot. Then, as she heard the question, she tensed. Wariness seeping into her veins, her bones as she bit her bottom lip before speaking. Her voice was like that of honey, but it also held a edge of distrust, she knew that she shouldn't be wary, he'd helped her after all, and she should show gratitude, but after ten days of running and living in fear, it was hard not to be wary.

She slowly nodded, speaking slowly, "yes, I suppose so." She moved her leg into the light of the fire where it revealed long, jagged holes from where the dogs canine had sunk in. Beneath the blood and the broken skin, were muscles, but at least the dog hadn't gotten to the bone, that would take much longer to heal. Though, as she spoke, the muscles were slowly threading themselves back together, repairing themselves and regenerating. Though, it was at a slower pace because of so many days without food or sleep as she placed her leg near him, wincing in pain as she turned her head away. She couldn't look at the wound, it was too messy and such a gruesome sight to see her alabaster skin stained with crimson blood and marred to a point where she didn't even recognize her own leg. So, instead, she turned her head towards Kryton, avoiding looking at the wound as she watched him looking at the wound. She was still wary, her nerves tensed and frayed, but what choice did she really have.

 

[Strmas]

He moved slowly, careful not to startle her, until he was next to her as she moved her leg so he could have a better look at the wound (and other things as his eyes traveled up her leg to wear her short tunic barely covered the top of her legs), He gently touched her leg, probing along the edges of the wounds. He took a cloth from one of his countless pouches and dipped into the now steaming pot, he moved back to the girl, "ths is going to hurt a little I'm afraid", he said. Then he began to wipe away the blood as gently as he could cleaning the wound.

"this is Raqear", he said pointing at the cloth, "it helps clean a wound but it does sting a little", he continued to dab at her leg slowly cleaning it, moving perhaps a little higher up her leg than he needed before refocusing on the wound.

"Well the dogs tore some of the skin open, and that is actually good, except it leaves a trail for the dogs", he wipe the wound again, "But here", he pointed at small puncture wounds already closed and healing, "the wound has sealed but evil has entered you there. The wound closes and seals it inside you." He sat back trying to see if he had frightened her yet, No?, well he would keep trying. He wanted her dependent on him.

"The men said some of their dogs were treated with foul ichors that would weaken and make their prey weak so they would be easily captured and enslaved", he said in an earnest voice (who knows maybe they did poison their dogs claws it might not be a lie, "If you were a man you would sicken from the evil and lose our leg or perhaps die if not healed. An elf heals much better than a man but if the evil is in you, i don't know if you can defeat it and heal by yourself."

He pulled more bread from his pocket and gave it to her, "You need to get your strength up.", he said sitting back beside her, 'We do not know if the evil is in you. but I have the herbs, I can try and drain the evil from your leg before it goes deeper. It will hurt and you will need to rest and not walk on it for a day or two. Either way we need to get you warm". He laid is huge cloak on the ground next to the fire and then picked her up and gently placed her on the cloak next to the fire. "It is your choice, if you want we will try and heal you or we can wait and see if you heal on your own. What do you want, Ilyza?"

 

[Angel216]

Ilyza gritted her teeth against the stinging pain, once again, turning her head away from the wound and letting her breath out between her teeth slowly as he dabbed at the wound. Then her eyes widened slightly as he said that and she looked back at him quickly as she asked, "the evil?" she swallowed hard and bit her tongue hard, upon hearing what the evil was and she looked down at her leg. She looked back up at him and then startled slightly as he picked her up and placed her on his cloak beside the fire. She could feel the warmth of it slowly starting to thaw her out and the shivers slowly stopped as she looked back at him.

She bit her lip, chewing on it, she knew she needed his help, though she was just being proud and graceful as she was raised to be. She chewed on it, she couldn't take the chance that the evil could make her weak and possibly kill her, then finally she spoke softly, looking up at him, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she finally admitted she needed his help, "ok, what do we need to do to heal this and please, I do need your help, please?"

The blush grew slightly deeper and she gave him a small, sheepish smile as she propped herself up on her elbows. She winced slightly at the pain in her leg and she looked down at the bite on her leg.

 

[Strmas]

Kryton bustled about, setting another couple of small pots to simmer on the fire and placed a small flask near but not in the fire. The cold made the liquid to thick to use as he wanted but a few minutes near the fire should make it as liquid and potent as ever. He built the fire up more carefully examining the branches before he fed them to the flames. e found what he was looking for in a small piece of birch, not too big around but solid enough so the elf girl wouldn't bite through it. He trimmed it so it was onl about 6 inches long, then she whittles the bark off it and smoothed the skin with his sharp blade until his fingers could detect not even the slightest bump or crevice in the small rod. Then he wound a soft cloth several times about the wooden rod and finally he tied leather thongs to both end, securing the cloth with another 8 inches of thong hanging free. It now looked like a miniature horse bit which is exactly what Kryton intended to use it as.

He situated his tools and powders close to the wounded girl and then sat next to her. He gently stroked the girl's red hair, "I don't have any of the poppy flower that I would normally use to take away the pain but I have something that might be much better", he held up the small flask that had been warming in the fire, "This is the juice from the Alkali plant, it is used in many temple rites by many temples when the priestess need to commune with their gods. You will still feel everything but your spirit will be on a journey where such things as bodily pain is beneath notice", he said in his most soothing voice. Cleaning and healing the wound would not take much time, Kryton new but he had no intention of merely healing the girl's leg. The elixir would amplify every sensation of pleasure or pain, every word she heard, every smell and touch and weave them into a dream tapestry unlike anything the elven maid had ever dreamed existed. One dose of the strong hhallucinogen would not have much of a lasting effect on the young elf but Kryton intended to find many reasons for her to need additional doses in the future and added with one of the other herbs he intended to introduce her to Kryton intended to train her body and mind to accept whatever he wanted and eventually to crave and need him to fulfill even his darkest desires. Unfortunately for the poor little elf, Kryton had VERY dark desires!

Kryton poured a little of the liquid from the flask over the cloth covering his homemade bit.

"Open your mouth Ilyza", he said softly as he held the bit to her mouth and then gently but firmly pushed the bit deep into her mouth. He quickly tied the two thongs behind her head and then coaxed her to lie down. "Now I need you to just relax, breathe through your mouth and suck on the clothe. You will feel a little light headed but then you will feel very, very good." He said, softly stroking her hair. After a few minutes he dripped a few more drops of the liquid on the cloth covering her bit.

He cooed softly to her until he saw her eyes flutter and she knew she was entering the dream land and every word he spoke will drill deep into her brain.

"Ilyza", he whispered into her ear, "listen carefully to my words." He continued to softly stroke her hair, "Whenever you are with me you feel safe, protected, happy", his voice poured slowly into her soul, "When away from me you will be miserable and think only of returning to me, of being with me again, of seeing me. ' He repeated this over and over like a mantra for the dreaming elf girl, letting her become more and more use to his touch as he stroked her hair and face. He watched her breathing and sucking at the cloth drawing in every drop of the liquid from it. Content that the first lesson was burrowing deep into her sub-conscience he turned to the task of healing her leg. he picked up his sharp knife.

"Ilyza", he said in a firm deep voice, "you will now feel pain. it is part of you, You will accept it. The pain will come whenever I call it, It will leave only when I send it away. "

He then cut into her, slicing and opening the wound. he workd quickly under the flames light but unhurried. He dripped a few more drops of the liquid in her cloth and then coated the wound with more of his cleansing herb powder, he felt her body wince at the painas he probed the wound but he simply repeated the pain mantra drilling into her sleeping brain that he controlled all things about her. He wrapped her leg in a clean cloth made of a very wide weave that would le the wound breathe and heal the fastest. A man would end up with a long white scar from this type of wound but an elf he did not know, he could not really remember seeing a scar on an elf. And even if it did leave a scar it would not mar the beauty of the girl sleeping before him, he had seen beautiful woman before by Ilyza took his breath away. And soon enough he would be his completely.

With the operation over and the pain subsiding for her, he prepared for the next stage. Her mind had experienced great pain in the sleep state. Now he needed her to experience the opposite. He dripped a few more drops of the liquid in her cloth watching as she moved deeper still into her sleep, eyes fluttering as she dreamed deeper.

"Ilyza", he whispered into her ear, repeating her name over and over as his hand gently pushed her tunic up, baring her from the hips down. "pleasure now comes. it is part of you. You will accept it", he began to softly stroke her, watching as her body stirred under his gentle touch." The pleasure will come whenever I call it, It will leave only when I send it away. " he continued petting her letting her body feel its excitement grow , her eyes fluttered faster in her trance, knowing her mind was being sent twin signals of pain from the wound and pleasure from the touch, mixing a dark magic in her soul.

"Sleep now ilyza, sleep and rest. In the morning you will feel safe and secure when you see me, when you hear my voice." He covered her in a blanket and untied the bit, removing it from her mouth. Letting her move slowly into a more natural sleep. Then he laid down and watched the beauty sleep.

 

[Angel216]

Ilyza watched him preparing to heal her a bit nervously, chewing on her lower lip in thought as she watched. Then, she looked at the small wooden tool he had just made to look like a horse bit and then at him. Her brow furrowed, did he intend to use that on her? Then, she felt his touch and she heard his explanation and she calmed down, knowing he would help her and she could, perhaps, be on her own way tomorrow morning.

"open your mouth, Ilyza."

As, she heard this, her nerves sent a small shiver down her spine, but he helped her and was still helping her, so she figured she could trust him. She opened her mouth and soon felt the drenched cloth in her mouth. The liquid on the cloth didn't have a bitter taste as she thought that it would, but rather a sweet, almost salty taste that was pleasing to her taste buds and she soon lied down, listening to his words, and coaxed into a laying position by him. She sucked on the cloth, as a strange feeling overcame her and a sudden, overwhelming sensation of dizziness hit her, causing her to blink several time to clear it. Afterwards, she felt a strong sensation of......how could she describe it? It was like she was soaring through the skies, happy and free, yet, at the same time, it was almost like she was in a hypnotic state, everything she felt and she heard, she listened to and it was amplified, and she felt her mind go blank as she drifted into the state between sleep and consciousness.

Her eyes fluttered as she drifted into the state of euphoria, the state of a hypnotic sleep. She felt his breath on her ear and it sent shivers down her spine, the feeling amplified by the liquid on the cloth as she sucked on it.

"Whenever you are with me you feel safe, protected, happy. When away from me you will be miserable and think only of returning to me, of being with me again, of seeing me."

Though, the words were only whispered, a soft lullaby played and spoken over and over, it sounded clear in her mind. It sounded crystal clear and soon her blank mind became filled with those words, became her thoughts as her eyes fluttered as she listened to him. Though, she was not aware of his hand stroking her face, as he chanted the words to her, as soon as he stopped the chanting of those words, she became aware. Again, it sent shivers down her spine, feeling his fingers tangle themselves in her hair, feeling them stroke and rub her cheek and along the side of her face as she sucked on the cloth. The touch felt pleasing and it caused another shiver to ripple down her spine.

"Ilyza, you will now feel pain. it is part of you, You will accept it. The pain will come whenever I call it, It will leave only when I send it away. "

Ilyza heard the next words as they sliced through the air, crystal clear and ringing in her mind, soon stacking upon the other words and becoming her thoughts, along with the other words, he had whispered to her earlier. Then a soft, barely audible moan, whimper of pain came from her as she kept sucking on the cloth. The pain rippled through out her entire body, though, she was in a state that she was above pain, she could feel all the sensations and the pain seemed somehow amplified and slightly worse as he repeated the words to her, the two thoughts, the words circling around in her mind. Her eyes still fluttered, though, they fluttered slower with the pain that she felt and then she felt the pain slowly subsiding as he finished and another, soft, moan came from her as she continued to suck on the cloth. She was put deeper into her dreams, though, as he spoke to her she dreamt only of him, but as she dreamed, it was nothing that she could ever describe. It felt amazing, but at the same time, it amplified everything around her. Then she felt his fingers, before she heard his next words, and another stifled moan came from her as she shivered, shuddering in delight and pleasure under his fingers as they rubbed her, feeling the pleasure mix with the pain as it sent tingles up and down her spine as she listened to his next words.

"Ilyza, pleasure now comes. it is part of you. You will accept it, The pleasure will come whenever I call it, It will leave only when I send it away."

Ilyza shuddered and shivered in pleasure and delight as he stroked her, creating the mixture of pain and pleasure that she grew to like as the next words were chanted, drilled into her mind. Her eyes fluttered faster, as another soft moan came from her and her mind drifted from one dream to another, causing her to feel safe, secure, happy, and causing the feeling created by the liquid that she still sucked down to feel amazing. As he continued to repeat the words, they became her thoughts along with the other two thoughts, the other words and she shivered again, her body only reacting naturally to the touch as her juices dripped and the pleasure and desire grew inside her. Then she heard his next words and she felt him remove the bit as she slowly stopped sucking.


"Sleep now ilyza, sleep and rest. In the morning you will feel safe and secure when you see me, when you hear my voice."

Another, soft, last moan echoed through the air as her eyes stopped fluttering and closed as weariness and exhaustion caused her to drift into a natural sleep. She folded her legs up as she curled up under the blanket and slept peacefully.

 

[Strmas]

Kryton spent a restless night, busying himself checking her bandage, making sure she was breathing alright, and rebuilding the fire. But mostly he watched her sleep, enchanted with the look of her by the fire, he wanted to touch her, to do many more things than touch but he tamped down those desires, this was a night for watching and waiting. As the night faded into early morning he checked her wound and was amazed at how well it was already healing. It would be several days before she could put any weight on it but he swore he could actually see the leg repairing itself. A remarkable sight.
After ensuring she still slept deeply he moved away and put on a small kettle. he doubted the elf drank coffee but he thought a herb tea would be accepted. He sprinkled some herbs into the kettle and let it slowly simmer then stood stretching and looked to the first signs of the coming dawn. The sky to th east looked calm and clear but as he looked west it was a far different sight. Even in the dim twilight of near dawn he could see the dark clouds gathering and feel the cold on the wind that blew from the west. A storm was coming and a bad one from the signs. Alone, he would head east, a small town lay not much more than 10 miles that way but he recognized that was where the salvers were from. Bringing the elf there spelled disaster. To the north lay the remains of the elven home forest but it was a blackened dead and barren place now, burnt to drive out the elves for easier capture. The slavers were probably hurrying east to escape the storm but even without them o worry about being caught out in that barrn land by the storm would spell their doom. South was too mountainous for him to attempt, even without a hurt girl. He was tempted to just stay where they were. When the snow got deeper he could just burrow into it and make a cozy little igloo that he and the girl could wait out the storm. He smiled at the perks that might bring, maybe convincing the little minx they could stay warmer lying naked under the blanket. But it wasn't surviving one night that worried him, a winter storm could dump several feet of snow on them and then they would be trapped and the cold or hunger would get them. That left travelling west, into the teeth of the storm. He new a place that would normally take him only 4 hours, 3 if he forced his oversized bulk to push to his limits but there was no way the girl could walk for at least a day or two without starting the wound to bleed again, elf or no elf. He looked at the building storm, they didn't have a day or two to wait for her to heal.
He began cutting down young birch saplings the straightest he could find and then stripping the small branches from them until he had a series of branch poles. He laid the two longest parallel and then began ting the other branches criss-cross between them, making a small open platform between the two longer poles. If he had a donkey or burrow this would be easy, as it was Kryton would have to be the donkey. The sun was a up when he finished and already he could feel the first the flakes on his face in a stiffening wind. he tied his pots and sacks on the makeshift sled and then poured them both a cup of the herbal tea and hunched down next to her and gave her a drink.
" ilyza, we can't stay here, a storm is coming sooner than I hoped and we will be trapped if we stay here in the open. our leg will never stand the walk. I've built a little sled to pul you but even with that I'm afraid it will be bumpy and your leg may hurt."
He lifted her up and lay her on the sled, it was a good thing she was so small, it would not have supported the weight of a full grown human woman. He covered her as best he could in the blanket. Then he took the bit again and poured some of the juice from his flask.
"we can't risk you moving about and reopening the wound", he said as he held the bit to her again, "open your mouth, Ilyza", And he secured the bit tying it behind her head again. "It's better you sleep through the trip", he stroked her hair gently as he watched the drug take effect.
"ilyza", he said in a firm voice, "You are with me you, feel safe, protected. You will feel ties on you, binding you, you will not fight them. The ropes are from me, they hold you to me, you will accept them." He quickly used his leather thongs to bind the young girl to the sled, securing her tight. He stroked her hair again, "The cold and wind will come, it will hurt. You will accept it. The warmth will come again when I call for it. You will accept the cold as you do the pain until I decide for it to stop."
The snow was coming down harder now, he tied the end of the two poles to his waist and began t pull the sled to the west. After a half an hour the snow was falling so heavy he could barely see his hand, the wind made it difficult to breathe. He plodded on, foot after foot. The path he followed ws an old dry stream bed otherwise he would have been lost in the whiteness already. But if he strayed from the old stream bed his feet stumbled on the old banks and he adjusted back to the center even if he could not see the way. Time was lost in the cold and the white blindness of the storm. One step after another he pushed on, the desire to stop and crawl under a blanket on the sled was like a siren's song but he knew neither of them would awake if he stopped. Minutes slowly turned to hours as they trudged further west.
hours later a slight lull in the howling wind let him make out the outline of the shape he was seeking. It was not much more than a shack set back from the old stream. Once a trading post when things were better between man and elf, it had been abandoned for years but it would serve them well. With the last of his strength he stumbled and pulled them to the shack then used his bulk to force open the door. It was covered in dirt and grime but the walls and roof were still sound giving them a dry place out of the storm. He managed to drag Ilyza into the shack. Of course the firebox was empty, he began to break the branches from their sled into smaller pieces and push them into the fireplace but before he could try and light the fire exhaustion took its toll and the big man collapsed on the floor. As consciousness fled he was aware of the wind pushing open the door and snow blowing in. He tried to rally and close it but darkness closed over his mind. His last thoughts being, 'to have come so far and die here seemed a cruel joke' Then he thought no more.

 

[Angel216]

Ilyza slept soundly, peacefully for the first time in days and then slowly as the rays of the sunlight came up over the mountain and shone upon her face, she stirred slightly. She opened her eyes, closing them again, reluctant to wake up as she kept them closed, dozing off once again, before she felt her head being tilted up and a hot, herbal tea being poured a little bit at a time into her mouth. She opened her eyes again, blinking away the sleep and looked at him, a feeling of security and safety encompassing her when she heard him speaking and when she saw him. She nodded slowly as she was laid on the sled, her leg still throbbed painfully, but it felt better than it had the night before and then she watched him pour more juice onto the makeshift horse bit. She was a bit hesitant to have him put it back into her mouth, but she knew he was only trying to help her and so she opened her mouth and soon her eyes were fluttering again, almost closed but not quite.

Again, the words he spoke drilled into her mind as she once again sucked on the soaked cloth and laid back against the sled.

"Ilyza, You are with me you, feel safe, protected. You will feel ties on you, binding you, you will not fight them. The ropes are from me, they hold you to me, you will accept them."

The words were crystal clear and floated once more in the empty space that her mind became when she was administered the hallucinogen and she groaned softly, still sucking on the cloth and the horse bit in her mouth. She felt the leather on her skin and it sent tingles up and down her spine causing her to shiver and to shudder as she felt them binding her onto the sled and then she heard his next words and they soon became her thoughts along with the other words that he had spoken to her.

"The cold and wind will come, it will hurt. You will accept it. The warmth will come again when I call for it. You will accept the cold as you do the pain until I decide for it to stop."

She moaned softly again, her eyes fluttering and then she felt movement and for several hours, she remained in the state between consciousness and sleep, dreaming and thinking of the words, and only of the words he spoke to her as her eyes fluttered. Then as they crossed the river bed to the small shack, they went over a large bump, probably over a rock that was covered by snow and whimper of pain came from her as the horsebit was jiggled loose and tumbled from her mouth, landing on her chest.

It was a time before her eyes stopped fluttering and she was able to open them, but when she looked around, she shivered and saw that a small pile of snow had blown into the shack. She also saw the man collapsed and unconscious and at first she was terrified that he may be dead and that she would die with him, here in this shack. A small sigh of relief passed through her lips as she saw him breathing, but now that her eyes were open and her mind was working properly again, she knew she had to get the door closed.

She first tried to move her arms, finding them bound to the sled, she let out a soft groan of frustration and then leaned down, starting to bite and gnaw at the leather bits that held her arms to the sled. Finally, after a hour, she bit through both and sat up, knocking the horse bit to the ground, she ignored it and looked towards the door. She saw the pile had grown larger and then, looked at the door and swallowed hard. Then gritting her teeth against the pain throbbing through her leg, she struggled to her feet, limping to the door, she braced her bad leg against her good leg and with a scream of pain and effort she managed to close the door, blocking off the cold air that filled the small shack.

She looked down as she felt warm liquid oozing down her leg and she knew the wound was broken back open as she whimpered quietly, then gritting her teeth again, she fell to her good knee, feeling splinters pierce through the thin pale skin of her kneecap from the wooden ground as she rustled through the bags and finally found a small device. She didn't know what it was, but when she pressed the two metal rods together, with the flints at the end, it caused a spark to fly. Her eyes lit up, fire would help keep them warm and she crawled towards the fire place.

Tears prickled at her eyes as the blood dripped down her leg, fresh, worse, and painful as she flicked the two metal rods together again and a small spark landed upon the wood, she blew on it and soon a small flame started and then she crawled over to Kryton. She was still crying softly, but she felt terror and misery combined for the fear that she would lose the person that had saved her and fear that she would lose the only person who, right now, cared about her and protected her. She laid her head down on his back, dragging her knees up against her chest as she curled up against him, snuggling up against him, and as warmth filled the cabin as the flames grew, she soon fell asleep, her blood from her leg drenching the white fur of Kryton's coat as she slept and slipped into darkness once more.

 

[Strmas]

Slowly consciousness began to poke its wa into the black night that was Kryton's sleep. he was warm and safe in his dream but something kept nibbling at the edge of his mind, nagging at him, he tried to ignore it and slip once more into that comforting warm sleep butt .. he seemed to be sleeping in a wet bed of moss, he tried to push the thought away but it nagged worse, wet and .. sticky, was he sleeping in a swamp? Slowly consciousness returned fully, the fire was low but the room was still warm and, yes he was laying on something soggy and wet. He became aware of the slight weight next to him, the girl, the elf! Suddenly he was fully awake. He rolled slowly, careful so he did not move Ilyza and then he looked puzzled at the red sticky mess his fur cloak had become. It took a moment for the sleep deprived Kryton to make the connection, her wound!

He moved slowly and stood up, and found the few remaining pieces of wood not already burned and put them on the low fire. the wood caught in an instant and light filled the room. With mounting horror he saw the floor as well as his cloak was drenched in her blood. his heart skipped a beat as he felt her neck, her pulse was weak but her skin was hot, burning. he pushed a small table over in front of the fire and gently lifted her up and laid her on it. He discarded his cloak over in the corner, time enough later to deal with it. Fortunately the cloak had protected his other sacks and coat, so his pockets with all their bundles of herbs and powders were untouched. He grabbed a few of his pots and moved to the door. The snow was still falling heavily and wind blowing the snow deep around the little cabin but he was able to force the door open enough to step out. He filled several of his pots with snow and then quickly moved back inside. he put the pots on the fire to melt and begin to simmer. While the snow melted he moved the other small table next to the one where the elven maid slept. He laid out his herbs and flasks and took inventory of his remaining provisions, a meager lot but it would have to do. He took one of his clothes and dipped it into the warm water and then began to gently wash her wounded leg, examining it carefully. it was still oozing a little blood now but it no longer flowed as badly as before. He took some of his herb he had used before that would help fight the infection and sprinkled on the open wound.

In the other pot with its now hot simmering water he put in his herbs, he let it simmer a few minutes before he filled one of his cup with it. Tasting it to make sure it was not too hot he moved over to the girl and gently woke her.

"Ilyza", he said softly, stroking her head, "Ilyza, you must wake up". When her eyes flickered weakly opened, he propped her up so she was supporting her head and neck. "You have to drink this, you must get some liquid in you", he began to feed her some of the bitter tea. This time he had made the tea much stronger and knew she would not like the strong bitter drink. She tried to turn her head and spit it out. "NO", he scolded, "You must drink it all girl. You drink ever drop or I will spank you for being disobedient little Elgii!", he said in a stern voice, though he knew in her waken state there was nothing she could do to resist him. He slowly fed her the entire cup, knowing it would help restore some of her strength and help bring down the fever. he put the cup aside and laid her back down on the table and smiled at her.

"You've torn open the wound again and lost much blood but it has stopped now and I put some more of the healing herb on it", He picked up the homemade horse bit he had used on her several times and replaced the cloth with a fresh piece as he spoke. "I will need to give you more of the Alkali juice, you need to sleep to regain strength and I am afraid I must clean the wound again and it will hurt again." He stroked her hair. "But you have a bad fever in your body. I must see if the evil has gone deeper into you. If it is you it will show as a rash, black spots, somewhere on your body. They may appear anywhere, so I must check all of you. " He poured the liquid over the horse bit. "Ilyza, he said softly, I am going to undress you and examine you but first i need you to take the bit. Open your mouth".

 

[Angel216]

Ilyza was sound asleep, and wasn't aware of how much blood she had lost when suddenly she heard a voice and felt someone stroking her cheek and her face. Her eyes fluttered open as she was helped to sit up slowly and her eyes widened as she saw the once white fur jacket now a dark red with blood, and her eyes flickered to the blood on the floor, that had pooled and she let out a soft shriek of fear as she felt her heart beat beginning to pound. She looked at him and spoke softly, her voice heavy with elven dialect, "What happened, why I lose so much blood?" her eyes flickered down to her leg and she let out a low, soft whimper of pain and understanding. She felt as if she was living in a shack right by the sun and she was sweating, her long red hair matted with sweat and blood from where she had slept on Kryton and her clothes matted with blood and sweat. Before she could ask anymore questions, he begin to feed her the bitter tea, she coughed on the taste and tried to turn her head away, trying to spit out the foul tasting liquid. Then she heard his scold and she tried to grumble something back with the mouthful of tea, almost as if talking back, "buhhhh.... ihhh's rossss and idder asying.." She managed to swallow it down as she finished talking and finished the tea.

She soon felt the sweating stop as she begin to cool down and she looked at the horsebit as he picked it up. She wrinkled her nose, she knew that he was only trying to help, but after the incident in which they almost died, she didn't like being put into the hypnotized sleep that made her unable to help with anything. She looked at the cloth again and then his words sank in as she realized he was going to have to undress her and check her for rashes and black spots. She didn't want her body being exposed, especially to a man who she knew little about, though with each day that she spent with him, she begin to learn more about him. She also didn't want her body exposed for the obvious reasons, but she also knew that she owed him her life for saving her from the dreaded slavers and for continuing to help her heal and so after a small, internal debate she finally, but hesitantly nodded, and opened her mouth.

She felt the soaked cloth enter her mouth and she felt him tie it on once again, so that it was secured, she begin to slowly suck on the juice, used to it by now, and almost as if instinct as she was gently laid back down against the table and she felt him stroking her hair again as her eyes fluttered and she entered the land of hypnosis and the land of dreams as she sucked and her eyes fluttered from the half sleep she was in, her body beginning to tingle from the touch of his fingers as they stroked her hair and her eyes fluttered as her mind once again emptied, all but for the thoughts that he had placed there before they left their camp and the night before when he had first used the juice on her.

 

[Strmas]

He poured the liquid over the horse bit. "Ilyza, he said softly, I am going to undress you and examine you but first i need you to take the bit. Open your mouth".

< she finally, but hesitantly nodded, and opened her mouth.>

Kryton put the bit deep in her mouth and tied it securely behind her head. In a moment she was sucking the cloth, dropping back into her trancelike dream state. He was pleased to see how much faster the drug acted on her as she became more and more accustomed to it and how she was trusting him more and more. He stroked her hair and cheek until her eye were fluttering indicating she had again entered the deep trance.

He moved slowly, gently removing first her skimpy elf tunic then her panties, ling her out nude before him. He quickly inspected her wounded leg and was glad to see it was again closing and healing in that wonderful elfish manner, the herbs and tea he had given her earlier had jump started her healing powers again. Reassured that she was recuperating he took his time and admired the beauty he had managed to entrap because regardless of how she had ended up naked on his table she was his now and he had no intention of ever giving her up. While her little outfit hid very little from the eye he was surprised at how much it did hide, she was even more of a beauty than he had thought. or she would be when he got off all that grime!

"Ilyza", he said in his low firm voice, his lips only inches from her ear, "You are with me. ou will feel safe, protected only when you are with me."

"When you hear my voice, you will feel safe, when you feel my touch", he paused and caressed her bare breasts, "you will feel excited. Now you are going to feel warm water flow over you. I control it, it comes when I call. It will cause you great pleasure and excitement." He spread her legs slightly and stroked her soft pussy lips with a light touch, "this is where you will feel the pleasure Ilyza, it will make you crave to be touched. Whenever you feel the water you will remember this excitement and hunger for my touch."

He dipped a cloth in the clean warm water and wringed it out so the water slowly flowed over her shoulders. With one hand he gently bathed her shoulders and chest with the warm water and soft cloth while his other hand stroked between her legs, feeling the excitement build in her lithe body. Again and again he dipped the cloth in the warm kettle and wringing the water over her body, paying special attention to each breast and then lightly pinching each of her nipples. All the while he kept caressing between her legs keeping her in a constant state of arousal as he slowly worked his way down her body. He cleaned her belly, hips, thighs. He stopped and poured more of the drug liquid on her bit, sending her even deeper. Then he paid extra attention to her pussy, spreading her lips so he could reach ever hidden fold of her sex.

With her front cleaned and still dripping wet he gently rolled her on her belly and proceeded to wash her back. Once again he gently stroked his fingers in her dewy hair between her legs. "You will obey, serve, and please me. Ilyza. You will do anything, agree to anything to stay with me", he spoke his words softly but firmly into her ear, burning his words deep in her brain. conditioning her to be his.
Finally he removed the bit from her mouth and covered her with a blanket. He laid down next to her. "You will sleep deep and dream of what you have felt and what I have told you", he whispered in her ear. Then he let sleep over take him.

 

[Angel216]

Ilyza's eyes were fluttering in the trance, feeling his hands moving along her body to remove her garments as she lay still against the table, her body slightly shivering and tingling under his fleeting touch as he removed the very little clothing that she had one. As he did, her entire body was reveal her C cup breasts that curved down to her stomach, toned and pale against the dark wood of the table. Her nipples like little rose buds on the end of two round, ivory globes. Then her stomach swooped down to her wide hips and even further to her sex. It had only a strip of ginger red hair, and that was a symbol that Ilyza had, had royalty status back when she lived in her small, Elven community. The strip disappeared down between her folds, soft, velvet and a light red in color against the ivory color of her inner thighs. The lower lips inviting, but also hiding something in between them, that she was a virgin, as one of royalty status, Ilyza had to be betrothed before giving up her virginity to anyone. Unfortunately, that had not happened before the humans and the slavers had come and Ilyza was forced to run. She shivered at his touch again, a soft, barely audible moan coming from her as she shivered and her eyes fluttered.

"Ilyza, You are with me. You will feel safe, protected only when you are with me."

Ilyza shivered, chills running up and down her spine as she felt his hot breath rolling over her ear and his deep voice sounding clear and ringing loud in her mind, making the words become embedded into her actions, her mind, her soul as he again spoke another phrase and her eyes fluttered in response hearing his deep, firm voice loud and clear and feeling his breath continue to run over her ear, causing goosebumps to arise along her arms and her legs, and shivers of delight to go through her.

"When you hear my voice, you will feel safe, when you feel my touch, you will feel excited. Now you are going to feel warm water flow over you. I control it, it comes when I call. It will cause you great pleasure and excitement. this is where you will feel the pleasure Ilyza, it will make you crave to be touched. Whenever you feel the water you will remember this excitement and hunger for my touch."

 

[Angel216]

Ilyza's eyes were fluttering in the trance, feeling his hands moving along her body to remove her garments as she lay still against the table, her body slightly shivering and tingling under his fleeting touch as he removed the very little clothing that she had one. As he did, her entire body was reveal her C cup breasts that curved down to her stomach, toned and pale against the dark wood of the table. Her nipples like little rose buds on the end of two round, ivory globes. Then her stomach swooped down to her wide hips and even further to her sex. It had only a strip of ginger red hair, and that was a symbol that Ilyza had, had royalty status back when she lived in her small, Elven community. The strip disappeared down between her folds, soft, velvet and a light red in color against the ivory color of her inner thighs. The lower lips inviting, but also hiding something in between them, that she was a virgin, as one of royalty status, Ilyza had to be betrothed before giving up her virginity to anyone. Unfortunately, that had not happened before the humans and the slavers had come and Ilyza was forced to run. She shivered at his touch again, a soft, barely audible moan coming from her as she shivered and her eyes fluttered.

"Ilyza, You are with me. You will feel safe, protected only when you are with me."

Ilyza shivered, chills running up and down her spine as she felt his hot breath rolling over her ear and his deep voice sounding clear and ringing loud in her mind, making the words become embedded into her actions, her mind, her soul as he again spoke another phrase and her eyes fluttered in response hearing his deep, firm voice loud and clear and feeling his breath continue to run over her ear, causing goosebumps to arise along her arms and her legs, and shivers of delight to go through her.

"When you hear my voice, you will feel safe, when you feel my touch, you will feel excited. Now you are going to feel warm water flow over you. I control it, it comes when I call. It will cause you great pleasure and excitement. this is where you will feel the pleasure Ilyza, it will make you crave to be touched. Whenever you feel the water you will remember this excitement and hunger for my touch."

Ilyza shivered and another soft, muffled moan escaped past the horse bit, gurgling as it was intercepted with liquid that she still sucked from the cloth around the horse bit, her eyes fluttering. Then, she felt as if liquid fire had been poured into her veins and she jolted in her trance, another louder, gurgling and muffled moan escaping past her lips. Though, the fire did not burn her or cause her pain, it spread desire through every limb and every nerve within her body, spreading the lust through her veins, spreading like a wild fire. Her body shivered and her temperature rose, though, her body became heated with the pleasure that she felt, her cheeks flushing a deep red as her eyes fluttered and she moaned softly again. Then, allowing her a moments relief, when he turned to get the cloth and dip it into the warm water, she let out a soft, quieter moan as she shivered and the blush begin to fade from her cheeks as her body temperature again dropped to normal. The wild fire slowly going out as her eyes fluttered and then, more happened as he wrung out the warm water over her.

First, the wild fire was flared back up again, making her mind fog with desire and pleasure as a louder moan erupted from her, the flush in her cheeks returning, and her body temperature spiking back up, once again as she felt even more pleasure and desire. Then, something else happened as well, something she had never felt before. Her lower lips seemed feverish and she thought, perhaps he was pouring the warm water over them, but it registered deep in her subconscious that her lower lips were actually wetting by themselves, her juices dripping with the pleasure and the desire they felt, as they pulsed with heat, pleasure, lust, and desire to feel more, to have more. She let out another soft moan as shivers racked through her body, making her body tremble against the table and tremble visibly as he stroked her, keeping her in a constant state of arousal, another moan escaping her throat. Though, in her subconscious she thought that the warm water was causing her to feel this way and so, as he kept stroking her and wringing warm water over her to clean her, it worked a magic into her body and her soul that would allow, in the future, her body to become this way each time warm water, or, even hot water came in contact with her bare skin. She let out another moan as she shivered and squirmed slightly, more juices dripping out over his fingers and dripping down her inner thighs.

The next thing that happened, was her nipples hardened under his touch, becoming hard, perky and erect as she moaned out, squirming again. Then, she stilled as he poured more juice on her bit, and she sucked, her eyes fluttering faster with the pleasure as her heart beat out a fast, stuttering rhythm of pleasure as she fell deeper into the trance, lying still against the table as her juices continued to drip and she shuddered, her body convulsing slightly, before again stilling. Then, she felt him, roll her over, barely through her trance and shivers rolled through her again as her lower lips still dripped with water and juices as he begin to wring out the water over her backside. She moaned out and sucked in the last drops of the Alkali juices as he finished washing her and she heard his last words, still deep in the trance.

"You will obey, serve, and please me. Ilyza. You will do anything, agree to anything to stay with me."

She moaned out again and, then, as he removed the horsebit and covered her with a blanket, she slipped into a more natural sleep, turning on her side as she curled up, dragging her knees up against her chest as she curled up against him. The last of his words sinking into her mind as she let sleep overtake her and she fell deep into the welcoming blanket of darkness.

"You will sleep deep and dream of what you have felt and what I have told you."

That night, she had dreams, dreams of staying with Kryton forever, dreams of pleasuring him, obeying him, serving him, and being safe and protected by him forever. She welcomed the dreams, unable to stop it, though, somewhere in her unconscious mind, a part, even if it was a smaller part than it was a few days ago, knew it was wrong to dream of this. She slept peacefully, deeply for ten hours until she finally begin to stir, blinking her eyes rapidly against the rays of sunlight that slipped through the wooden planks of the shack. She scrambled to sit up, her eyes widening, the storm had passed, she let out a sigh of relief and then shivered suddenly. The fire had died out and, though, the shack was warmer than it was outside, she realized that she was as naked as the day she was born. She also felt searing pain through her leg and she whimpered softly, how had she ended up naked? Her eyes darted to the heap of blood-caked clothes in the corner and, then, suddenly self conscious, feeling the sleeping form of Kryton next to her, she pulled up the blanket around herself, covering the parts that mattered most as she shivered again and rubbed at her arms, waiting for Kryton to wake up.

Though, it was odd, that, upon, looking at Kryton she felt an overwhelming sense of security and longing to stay with him, even after her leg healed and it scared her. She swallowed hard, smiled softly and shrugged it away, she supposed it wasn't a bad feeling, though, when she was on the Alkali juice, she didn't remember what occurred the night before, she thought that perhaps the feeling was love. She had no clue that Kryton had conditioned her mind, her heart, and her soul to want to stay with him, nor had no clue that he was conditioning her to be his and to obey and serve him. She just went on believing that, perhaps, the feeling of security and the desire to stay was just because of a feeling of love and she clutched the blanket tighter around herself as she noticed him starting to stir.

 

[Strmas]

He awoke from a very pleasant dream, one that had ended with Ilyza kneeling naked at his feet looking up at him calling him master. He resisted letting go of the dream but in the end his conscience wouldn't relent and he opened his eyes. The fire was nearly out and a chill starting to enter the room. He put the remaining firewood on the fire, that would have to be replenished this morning, he thought. he stood and stretched and then looked down on the small elf, still huddled under her blanket on the table.

"Good morning Ilyza", let's have a look at that leg", he said softly as he lifted the blanket from her legs, pleased to see she was still naked. He exposed her leg (and a bit more of the pretty elf than he needed to look at the wound) and gently turned her leg back and forth looking at the wound.

"It is looking much better Ilyza, in a day maybe two you will be able to walk on it again. Until then I do not want you putting any weight on it. If you reinjure it again I will be very mad and will spank you to make sure you obey properly!", he scolded. Of course Ilyza had done nothing wrong to injure it in the first place but he knew the urge to move around would become strong the better she felt and doing too much too fast was the quickest way to have a relapse. besides, he just got a thrill out of scolding the pretty little elf!
He wrinkled his nose at the smell coming from the corner of the room, the blood stained clothes warmed by the larger fire were starting to smell foul. he gathered them up and tossed them out into the snow, he would think of a way to at least halfway clean them later.
"I am going outside to have a look around." he told her. He moved an crudely built chair next to the fire and helped her to it. He gave her the pouch that held the herbs for the tea and put the pot back on the fire. "Here you make us some tea while I check things outside. You stay off that leg!", he pretended to scold but his smile gave him away.

Once outside, he looked around. With the wind and snow stopped he could take stock of their situation better. It had snowed a good 3 feet he judged, if they hadn't reached the old trapper cabin they would have not survived the storm. At the side of the cabin stood an old woodpile, the outer logs were snow covered and wet but moving these aside Kryton was able to expose an ample supply of dry seasoned logs. Looking about more he could see tracks of small animals in the fresh snow, rabbits from the look. Next to the cabin grew a large Chabus tree. Its roots were edible and probably what drew the rabbits. Fortunately the drifted snow acted as a kind of insulation and he was able to burrow down to the roots and dig up a couple good handfuls. He set a few rabbit traps and then loaded up an armful and brought them in the cabin. They wouldn't die of cold, that was certain.

He put one of the logs on the fire and the rest of the load of firewood next to the fireplace. he put the Chabus root on the table next to her and then had a look at the gigantic iron pot that had been left in the cabin. At the bottom of the pot were the dried remains of who knew how many seasons of cooking, an unpleasant aroma coming out of it as the fire warmed the dried remains but the huge cauldron was the only vessel that could hold his great coat and cloak and he didn't relish the idea of wearing it with all that matted blood. If he could get the iron pot clean he could wash the clothes.

He used some clothes and his gloves to keep from being burned and man handled the pot off the fireplace holder and toward the door. Looking outside he was pleasantly surprised the trap had already snared them a fat little Coney. He went and retrieved it and put it by Ilyza. "Here you skin and clean the rabbit and chop up the Chabus and we will have ourselves a proper stew, tonight" He gave her his skinning knife and proceeded to wrestle the huge pot outside to scrap and clean.

 

[Angel216]

Ilyza clutched the blanket tighter as she saw him sit up and then stand up and her cheeks turned a fierce red of shame and humiliation for her current state as she looked up at him. Then as she heard his deep voice, a tingling feeling went down her spine and she felt the overwhelming sensation of safety, security, desire, and longing, but she also felt something else, perhaps it was the desire to please him, to do anything he told her to. She bit her bottom lip, she thought that it was love and then as he lifted up the blanket and she felt a slight cool breeze, she came back to her senses. She realized that he could see that down there and she scrambled to place her good leg over her bad leg to cross them and hide as much as she could as her cheeks turned a darker red and she could only manage a sheepish smile as he scolded her and told her that she couldn't walk on it for another day or two as it needed to heal properly.

She watched him curiously, seeing a new expression on his face and for a brief second she thought she had done something wrong, then she too caught the foul scent and her head turned in the direction of the dirty clothes. She looked at him again and then scrambled for the blanket as he picked her up, but even then the blanket slipped to her waist and her breasts were revealed. She blushed a darker red and as he set her down, she pulled the blanket back up and over herself. She looked at the pouch of herbs and to the pot as she bit her bottom lip as she looked up at him. She wasn't accustomed to having to work, as she used to be of royalty in her village, most of the servants did the work for her. Her nose wrinkled at the thought of that and she expected Kryton to do all the work, and she didn't have to do any. She picked up the pouch of herbs and looked at it as Kryton went outside and then she set it back down, opened it and took a small handful, sprinkling them into the pot as she huffed, almost pouting, she didn't want to do work, she just wanted to sit here by the fire and stay warm, while Kryton waited upon her, as she was accustomed to doing. She put the herbs on the table beside her and looked at the door again as he came back in with roots, and wood.

She smiled softly up at him, seeing him, made the overwhelming sensation come back, and though, she had not noticed, when he had left, she had longed for him to come back. Then she watched him curiously as she asked, her accent thick, "What are......you doing?" She leaned forward slightly, watching as she saw him leaving again. She frowned, the feeling of longing for him to come back filled her again and she swallowed hard. Then she smiled again as he came back with a rabbit. Her nose wrinkled as he told her to skin and clean the rabbit. That's something the servants who were men would do at her village, and she never had to worry about getting any blood or fur on her. She set her jaw in a stubborn line, she wouldn't do it, she didn't want blood or fur on her or the blanket. She picked up the rabbit and set it on the table, folding her arms over her chest as she put the knife down beside the rabbit and the roots as she pouted and looked at the door, wanting Kryton to come back.

 

[Strmas]

It seemed to take forever with the poor tools he had but Kryton finally scoured the old huge cauldron clean. he half collapsed on a rock, resting for a few moments and then began to pack the pot full of snow so he would have a good pot full of water when he put it back on the fire. Without proper soap he would never get the furs and coat really clean but hopefully he would get them to a state they would be wearable, they would need whatever warmth they could get in the trek to come. With the pot finally full he began to drag the heavy pot back to the cabin door. One good thing about it taking so long he thought at least Ilyza would have the stew well along by now. It would be very nice to have a full warm belly again.

He opened the door and after much heaving and hauling (and more than a little cursing) he got the big cauldron back inside and began to drag it over to the fire. After what seemed like an hour of maneuvering he had the big caldron back on its hanger over the fire. The snow began to melt instantly and in a few minutes he was rewarded wit the sight of a big pot of clean water beginning to slowly simmer on the fire. In the back of his mind he could sense there was something wrong, something missing but he could not quite think what. He threw another log on the fire and watched it catch almost immediately and light up the cabin even more.

He sat on the edge of the table and let out a tired but satisfied sigh from all the work. 'What was missing', he thought and then it hit him. The smell of the stew, or rather the lack of it, the cabin should be permeated with it by now. He looked over at the table and saw the rabbit and roots just sitting there untouched, his heart jumped into his throat as the first thought that cam to him was that Ilyza had a relapse and injured her leg again! Then he saw Ilyza sitting there huddled under the blanket with a stubborn defiant frown on her face and his mood changed in an instant!

"And why young lady, isn't the rabbit cleaned and cooking for our dinner?", he said in a low firm voice.

 

[Angel216]

Ilyza watched as he came back in after what seemed a hour's time, feeling relief at seeing him after such a length of time. She watched him drag the pot over and then watched him sit down on the table beside her as she uncross her arms and pulled the blanket up over her neck. Though, she was relieved to see him again after such a lengthy time span, she was still pouting over being requested to do the work of servants. She would speak her mind about having to do such the tasks that mere servants had been requested to do in her village. After all she was royalty and she didn't want to be a mere servant and do the things that they did. So, she prepared to speak her mind, although, his low and firm voice sent a small shiver down her spine. She knew that she was smaller than him and wouldn't be able to overpower him if he did lose his temper. Though, she would try to stand her ground on not doing the things that mere servants did. So with a deep breath, she spoke, with her heavily accented voice as she smiled a bit sheepishly, but shook it off and kept speaking.

"Because that's the work that servants did in my village, I was royalty in my village and I don't want to do the work of mere servants. It would get me messy, bloody, and furry and further more I am not a servant at all, I am a elven princess, not to be treated like a servant, Kryton." She even dared to say his name as she looked over at him, biting her bottom lip, hesitantly.

 

[Strmas]

<, I am a elven princess, not to be treated like a servant, Kryton.">

"Well, that explains it", he said evenly nodding, he picked up one of the few chairs in the cabin and put it down close to the table where she sat. "Well princess, we need to discuss this", he said very evenly. Suddenly his hand grabbed her wrist and he scooped her up off the table and in what seemed one motion sat on the chair and dumped her across his lap. With a flick of his wrist the blanket went flying and the little elven princess was naked, bent over his knee. he carefully positioned his other leg, locking her one good leg with his and carefully avoiding pushing on her wounded leg. he shifted her so her head moved lower and her hips were balanced across his knee making her head move down by her feet and her bottom the highest point of her body.

His huge right hand came down with a dudden, sharp SMACK across both her cheeks. Of balance as she tried to rach back and stop him, his left hand simply grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the small of her back. Once he had her completely helpless he began in earnest.

His right hand came slowly up and then came crashing down with a sharp loud SMACK.

"Now princess" <SMACK> I think its high time <SmACK> we discussed the nature <SMACK> of our relationship <SMACK> <SMACK> SMACK> I am more than happy <SMACK> to hide you from th slavers <SMACK>, tend your wounds <SMACK>, Take care of you <SMACK, and risk my life for you <SMACK> <SmACK> But if I am goinf to work <SMACK> you are goinfg to work <SMACK> and you are goinh <SMACK> treat me with respect <SMACK <SMACK <SMACK> you can start <SAMCK> by thanking me for saving you <SMACK> and telling me how grateful you are <SMACK>And call me Sir <SMACK> Let me know when you would like to do that. <SmACK? <SMACK> <SmACK>

 

[Angel216]

Ilyza gasped out as he grabbed her wrists and she tried to yank away, but before she could do anything he had her over his knee and the blanket off. Her eyes widened as she squirmed and struggled, feeling a searing pain in her wounded leg and she stopped struggling, not wanting to break it back open. She whimpered in sudden fear as she screamed out in pain, feeling the harsh smack land on her cheeks, causing them to turn a beet red as she reached behind with her free hands to try to stop the onslaught as she squirmed again, whimpering in pain. She trembled as she felt him pin her wrists easily against the small of her back and she yelped as he smacked her again, feeling the threat of tears as she whimpered out in pain and fear.

Then the tears begin to spill as he smacked her again with every few words his hand came down with force and harshness as she screamed out in pain, squirming again. She begin to struggle, gritting her teeth against the pain in her leg as she struggled and squirmed, then she screamed out and yelped as once again his hand came down, combining with the ripping open of her wound, causing blood to drip down her leg once more. She screamed out in pain, as she stopped struggling, listening to him. Even though, he was causing her pain and humiliation, she knew that he was right and she screamed out again as she trembled, tears streaming down her face as she realized how disrespectful she was being to a man she owed her life to. She screamed out in pain again, more blood dripping down her leg as the open wound oozed and she swallowed hard as her voice came out quivering, choked, and hoarse from the screams as she murmured, crying softly as her cheeks became flushed and red from the tears and the humiliation of being spanked as if she were a little girl, "I'm............I'm.........I'm sorry......S.....S.....Sir." She murmured, though it was hard for her to get the Sir part out and in the open as her cheeks burned with humiliation and shame.

 

[Strmas]

<"I'm............I'm.........I'm sorry......S.....S.....Sir.">

With that token of submission Kryton stopped the spanking, though he very much wanted to continue until she begged to show him how sorry she was but that would come later. He held her across his lap for a moment gently rubbing her red sore bottom, as fast and deep as she had turned red he knew the sensation would reverberate through her for long time.

He picked her up and carried her over to the table, feeling the blood running again, he would have to tend to that right away. Making her lie on her back with that sore bottom against the hard rough table top might be fitting for the proud little princess but Kryton put her gently down on her belly. Besides he enjoyed the sight of thoe glowing red globes!

"Hush my pretty princess", he cooed at her, "It may have been your first spanking but I am sure it won't be your last!"

Tears were still coming down her cheeks as he started examining her leg, he gently but firmly spread her legs so he had full access to the wound. He didn't give her the Alkali juice right away, he first cleaned the blood away with a clean rag and washed her leg and sprinked the healing powder on it letting her feel the full extent of the pain first. Tears and sobs were coming freely when he finished with her leg and picked up the homemade bit he used to administer the powerful drug to her. he soaked the cloth of the bit and put it in her mouth, as he expected she was eager to take it this time. He tied the bit behind her head and then gently stroked her hair as he watched her eyes flutter moving into the deep drugged sleep.

"Hush my beauty", he whispered as she fell deeper into the sleep. He ran his fingertips down her spine, lightly caressing her skin as he continued to whisper in her ear, a deep low voice.

"Sleep my pretty princess. I want you to think about being spanked. I want you to remember every stroke on your bottom". His fingers moved between her legs and began to gently stroke her soft lips, spreading them as he petted her.

"When think of being spanked you will feel your excitement build like this", his fingers stroked her firmer, penetrating slightly into her. He felt her young body responding to his touch. "Whenever ou feel pleasure, excitement like this", the tip of his finger found the nub of her clit, "you will think of me . Pleasure only comes from me", he said softly stroking her letting his words drill into her brain.

"When you are spanked you will want to obey me, please me", his fingers rubbed her clit harder, he listened to her breath coming deeper, he had no intention of letting her reach release, "what you feel now you will feel whenever you are spanked and it will make you need to obey and please me". He let his caress slow, so her excitement would calm a little.

After a few moments he picked up the pace of his touch again and began rubbing her clit again, "Being naked in front of me feels natural to you. You feel safe and protected with me. When we are alone you will not feel comfortable until you are bare and open to my sight", he crooned softly in her ear. he knew he could condition her to be completely subservient and obedient but that wasn't what he craved from the beauty.

"You are a princess Ilyza, and you should be proud and want things your way.", his voice whispered into her ear, "You can be stubborn and petulant until you are spanked. When you are spanked ou will know you want to obey."

He stroked her harder, "You want to be corrected, to be taught to obey and please but only by me, my love. Only me", he repeated.
Then he stopped touching her and let her fall into a deep natural sleep where her brain would assimilate all the things he said.

He sighed and sat looking at the beautiful naked elf for a long time as she slept. Then he picked up the rabbit and began to clean it and prepare the meat and