Pixie Isobella

A Choose Your Own Adventure Abduction Fantasy

I fell into the darkness, Daemir’s words swirling in my head. It’s too late to struggle now, bitch. Good animal. You will make a good concubine.

The Abduction 1 is here to start at the beginning. This is a choose your own adventure story that has branching paths.

Kitten In Elfland: Into the Woods 1

I awoke and I didn’t know where I was. My body felt stiff and sore, but also deliciously tender in the right places, the aftermath of the intense sex. The men’s words echoed in my head as I tried to work out where I was.

Good animal lets strangers use her, good slut, fertile animal, taking our seed…

Take that bitch, good animal…

We’ll teach you your place.

My hands were bound behind my back. I realized that my body was stiff because I’d been sleeping on the floor. I was lying on a thin, hard mattress. I was still half naked, my underwear missing and my dress open down the front. There was a soft blanket over my body, keeping me warm while I slept.

It was dark, but I could see light shining in through a crack above me. The world seemed to be creaking and swaying oddly, and I couldn’t make sense of it, until there was a bright flashing light and I shut my eyes from the glare.

‘Animal’s awake’ came a rough voice, and I shuddered in shock to hear Halath’s voice.

I forced my eyes open and, when they readjusted to the bright light, I gasped in shock. I was lying underneath a blanket, in a wooden cage – a cage! – on the back of a cart, being pulled by two horses. My feet were restrained together as well, and I jumped in shock when I saw three men looking at me, two on horseback and one of them – Halath? – in the cart with me.

I didn’t recognise them – I had never seen their faces – but I knew they were Daemir, Aldith and Halath. But they were not human. Taller than most humans, with fierce noble faces, and distinctive long pointed ears. 

Elves?

What had elves been doing in the club last night? It was a vampire bar. Three of them. Oh gods. Everyone knew better than to play with elves. Why had I been so stupid?

I opened my mouth to scream, but before I could get a sound out, Halath reached through the bars of the cage and slapped me harshly across the face.

‘Silence, animal,’ he ordered in his deep, rough voice that I remembered so well from last night.

At least, I thought it had been last night. Looking around me in shock, I realized I had no idea where I was. There were thick trees all around me, their soaring branches reaching overhead, trees that I didn’t recognize. I could hear unfamiliar birds singing in the forest. The air smelled unfamiliar, wild and sweet.

My hands fought instinctively against the restraints but I knew it would do no good. The three elves had tied my hands and feet with magic again, like last night.

‘Look at what we caught,’ spoke the man whose voice I recognised as Aldith sardonically. ‘You’re in Elfland now, animal.’ I glared at him, but it just made him laugh. ‘You were happy enough to be shafted last night, slut. Didn’t your parents teach you not to eat elf food?’ He slapped his palm against his thigh, laughing out loud.

I forced myself to speak, and was surprised to hear my voice come out fairly strongly, even if shaky. ‘What are you going to do with me?’

‘The animal has to ask!’ sniggered Aldith, his eyes alight with joy. He made an obscene fucking motion with his hips from his seat on horseback, and I flushed.

‘Aldith!’ cautioned Daemir from his seat on a large black horse. His eyes sought and found mine. ‘We are rangers from the elven city of Mysteral. Our king Astaril has recently tired of his concubine and sent us into the human lands to bring him a replacement.’

‘To abduct me,’ I snapped, feeling my anger rise. I thought they were being nice to me – Daemir in particular, but also Aldith – and all the time they had been luring me in, to abduct me.

Daemir shrugged at my angry words. ‘We didn’t have you in mind in particular. Any desirable, fertile female human would be sufficient. And you…’ he paused, his eyes running over my body, hidden underneath the blanket. ‘You were asking to be taken. And you are spectacular. You will do very well. Our king will be pleased with us when we deliver you to his bed.’

A cold flush of fear ran over me. Abducted by elves! No-one ever escaped Elfland. I was too angry to be quiet, however. ‘Let me go! Take me home!’

Daemir laughed out loud. ‘Ah, so imperious is the little kitten! Tell me, do you humans let your new pets go when they demand to be let out, not realizing that it is better in the warm with a master and a warm bed and food?’ He laughed again. ‘No.’ He shrugged dismissively. ‘Our king will be kind enough to you, and soon you’ll learn to be happy serving him.’

He gestured to Halath. ‘Silence the animal, and cover up the cage again. We’ll keep moving.’

Halath twisted his finger in an odd arcane symbol and spoke a hushed word in elvish, and I realized to my shock and horror that I could no longer speak or make sounds. He threw the tarpaulin back over the cage, and I was plunged back into darkness in my cage, as I felt the cart start to move again, rolling and shuddering unpleasantly on the uneven cobbled road through the forest.

The elves left me in darkness for what felt like hours, and I felt my body becoming more and more sore from the restraints and the hard wooden floor of the cage. I struggled for a while in the darkness, trying without avail to free my hands or feet, but the magic binding them was not like rope or another tie, and I could make no headway on it. 

My will was drained by the magic spell binding my voice, as well as by the fact that I knew by now we were deep into Elfland. Even had we been close to the border when I awakened, my chances of finding a door would have been slim. But the deeper we traveled into Elfland, I knew I would not be able to find a way home.

Eventually, I lay inside my cage, and sobbed helplessly.

Read on for Chapter 2 of Kitten in Elfland: Into the Woods.

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