Pixie Isobella

Everyone knows not to eat or drink with elves. But there hasn’t been an elf sighting in over 100 years… I thought I was safe. I was wrong.

Kitten In Elfland is a ‘choose your own adventure’ story with branching paths. This is the first section.

Tags: abduction, dubious consent, MMF sex, sex with strangers, degradation, mild impregnation fantasy

Kitten In Elfland: The Abduction 1

A Choose Your Own Adventure Abduction Fantasy

It was past midnight at the opening of the new vampire bar, and I was tired. My friend and I had come to the bar out of sheer curiosity. To dance. To drink cool new drinks. To see all the fun people. 

But then she was whisked away by some dressed-to-kill vampire, and it had been too hard to follow her. The music was too loud and the lights were too shiny and bright, and there were too many people. I had a headache and I wanted to go home.

I closed my eyes to shut out the strobing lights and leaned my head back, my hand softly caressing my throat.

‘You look tired,’ a voice said behind me. I felt strong hands on my upper arms, sliding up to my shoulders, starting to massage gently. ‘Headache?’ the voice asked sympathetically.

I nodded my reply, unwilling to do anything that risked the massage stopping.

‘It’s not surprising. This isn’t really your scene, you know.’ One hand slid up my neck and stroked my filigree elf earrings. ‘Elf princess belongs in the woods.’

I murmured my agreement. It was silly to have worn elf ears to a vampire party anyway. I didn’t know why I had. Just because I liked them, I guess, and I never had anywhere to wear them.

‘Why don’t you come and sit down?’ the voice continued, helping me off the bar stool and leading me gently but firmly from behind towards some couches in a darker corner. 

Miraculously, one of the couches was empty and I settled down onto it with a huge sigh of gladness. My new friend settled in behind me, letting me rest back against him like a pillow. His hand started stroking my face, my throat, my shoulders, rubbing with practiced skill against the knots in my neck and shoulders. I murmured with pleasure.

‘Oh, you’ve found a pixie for us to play with! Or is it an elf?’ A new voice came from above me. I could have opened my eyes but my head still hurt and I was too comfortable. A different set of hands touched my knees, then slid down to my feet. The new stranger loosened my shoes and removed them, pulling my feet up onto the couch and into his lap.

I purred in pleasure. Shoulder massage and foot massage… I was in bliss.

My headache eased even more at the feeling of soft, cool cloth against my face. I didn’t realize it was a blindfold until the man behind me firmly tightened the silky cloth against my face. My breathing quickened at having random strangers blindfold me without asking, but I loved the feeling of the smooth, cool silken fabric resting against my aching eyes. 

The man behind me went back to stroking me, and I purred even louder when the hands stroking me shifted their attention from my shoulders. One hand slid across my cheek to my mouth, a skilful thumb teasing backwards and forwards until my lips parted. The other hand slid downwards underneath my dress, seeking my breasts. I jumped as his hand fully enclosed my breast, rubbing my skin through my bra. 

I was mildly shocked about where this was heading, but I had come to the club looking for an adventure after all.

The man sighed in pleasure at my full, rounded breasts. ‘Good princess,’ he murmured in my ear. ‘Let’s put you on display a little.’

I murmured in slight worried anticipation but I didn’t move away. It was too lovely resting back against him and the hand stroking my breasts felt too good, not to mention the excellent massage from the other man on my feet, sore from hours in high heels.

I jumped to feel a hand lowering the front zip of my dress and gently easing my bra-clad breasts out. ‘That’s better,’ he said encouragingly as I gasped to feel myself being half undressed by strangers in full view in a club.

‘It is indeed,’ said the other man approvingly. ‘Such pretty, sexy breasts. It makes me want to know what the rest of her looks like under here.’ As he spoke, he jerked my legs sharply apart and I gasped out loud in shock. My tight skirt was so short that I could feel it riding up onto my hips, exposing my panties.

I blushed, deeply, hotly, behind the blindfold, as I remembered my pretty lace crotchless panties that framed my hips perfectly.

The man didn’t touch me except for his hands holding my calves and knees firmly apart, but I could feel him looking at me. I flushed in hot embarrassment, tense, wanting to close my legs even as the feeling of his hard thumbs against the inside of my knees turned me on.

‘Oh what a nice surprise,’ he murmured. The man’s hands held my knees tightly, forcing them wide apart. ‘Yes,’ he murmured. ‘We’re going to enjoy using this one.’

I gasped at his words, shocked at his bold statement. I wondered if I should leave. But at some point, without me noticing, the other man’s hands had shifted and he was holding me tightly back against him, one hand in my hair, one hand on my throat holding my chin high so that my head arched back.

‘Good bitch,’ said the man behind me straight into my ear, while I moaned and wondered if I should yell out to stop them. But I loved how they were touching me and holding me and talking to me and talking about me… The voice in my ear continued. ‘Cut that bra off,’ he said, ‘I want her skin on display.’

I panted uncontrollably to feel a cold blade caress my breasts, then I whimpered as scissors cut deftly through the front of my bra, letting my breasts and nipples rise high into the air. I felt exposed and knew that my nipples were large and taut, embarrassingly demonstrating how turned on I was.

‘Good,’ said the man behind me. ‘Much better.’

There was a pause and I knew they were gazing at me, eyes on my breasts, my arched torso, my cunt completely on display between my spread legs. A lazy hand came down from above and started teasing one of my nipples, stroking, pinching, rubbing, twisting… It was as though he knew exactly what to do to turn me on the most, and I heard myself mostly, begging almost, saying ‘yes… yes… yes…’ over and over again, my mouth opening wide and my hips pumping unbidden, desperate for sensation between my legs.

I heard a laugh of pure wicked joy from the man behind me and his grip in my hair tightened. ‘Is the slut wet?’ he asked.

The other man laughed softly in response. His hands were back on my knees. ‘I could smell her when I walked into the bar. Such an erotic animal. She’s ripe and ready for fucking.’

Would you like to read more? The Abduction Part 2 of is here.

If you’d like to support me as an author, please buy my published novella here: Pleasure Doll: The Enslavement of Isobel.

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