Pixie Isobella

A Choose Your Own Adventure Abduction Fantasy

I lay inside my cage, Daemir’s words ringing in my head. Do humans let their 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? Our king will be pleased with us when we deliver you to his bed.

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 2

We stopped at nightfall on my first day in elfland. But the rangers did not loosen my restraints. They sat me up in the cage, and fed me a warm bowl of soup, which I drank spoon-by-spoonful from their hands. I felt like a traitor to myself, but I was so hungry! I hadn’t had anything to eat all day.

Daemir patted me on the head when I had finished, and stroked my cheek. ‘Good animal,’ he murmured again in his beautiful rich voice that had so ensnared me at the club.

When I had finished eating, he covered the cage up again, and I drifted into an uneasy sleep, only woken by the feeling of the cart moving off again in the morning.

My days fell into a predictable pattern. I was kept mostly in the dark, and only brought out into the light for food and for toilet needs. We traveled a long way, and I did not detect any discernible change in the landscape around us. The rangers did not speak to me, and refused to answer any questions, even when they released the spell to let me speak.

Every so often, one of them would reach through the cage after feeding me to stroke my skin. They loved my large breasts, and would fondle and clasp them with clear lust. They would also stroke down my hips and legs, or run a caressing finger across my cheek or my lips.

‘Good bitch,’ Daemir would murmur as I felt myself curve needily into his hand stroking me, hating myself for responding to his touch, even as I desired it. ‘My king will train you to sit on his lap, like the good animal that you are. And I know he will enjoy your body.’

He chuckled softly, his hand teasing my nipples, hard in the night air. ‘His lusts are well known. As is his desire for more children. Yes, I look forward to seeing you installed at his feet when the court gathers, your waist thickening, showing that our king has again planted his seed in his cow’s fertile body.’

I shuddered but forced myself to be still for his caressing hand, his words terrifying me, even as I grew wet between my legs from his touch and my body yearned to be touched much more deeply.

The days following, I found myself conflicted. I was desperate to escape, to somehow find the way back home. My old life felt more and more like a dream, but I still didn’t quite believe what was happening to me.

One thing was clear. I couldn’t – I simply couldn’t – let Daemir, Aldith and Halath deliver me to their city, to be chained and locked inside their king’s rooms. I wept late at night in frustration at their simple belief that I would be their king’s pet, their king’s broodmare, a human animal for fucking and procreation.

But I also yearned for their touch, and it seemed to me that my desires were growing stronger the further into Elfland we journeyed. I was sure my breasts were larger than they had been back home, and more sensitive. I lay at night, my body hot and horny, unable to touch myself because my hands were always bound behind my back. I was always wet and desperate to be fucked hard like the three rangers had done on that long ago night of my abduction.

One night, the horses seemed to be pulling the cart up a steeper hill, and my guesses proved right when Aldith lifted the tarpaulin from my cage and I saw we were on a high, rocky hillock. The sun was setting far below us to the west, the forest still growing deeply around us. I wished that the elves would leave me out in the light for a little longer but they just fed me and covered my cage again. I lay in the darkness, yearning for a wider horizon and for social company.

I was drifting back into sleep, when I heard the thump-thump of large, heavy feet. I realized a single, large creature was climbing up the hill, approaching our little camp. I was torn between fear and hope. I didn’t know how to feel when the rangers called out to the newcomer with ringing excited voices. The newcomer was clearly a friend of theirs, or an ally at least.

‘He has come!’ Daemir called out a greeting in elvish, and I shrank even deeper underneath my blanket in my shrouded cage.

Hiding did me no good.

The newcomer spoke in a deep, unworldly voice, like the creaking of the trees in the wind, or the sound of rock scraping against wood. ‘Bring the creature out. I would feast my eyes on our king’s new concubine.’

I hated to be so cowardly, but I shrunk inside my blanket as Halath ripped the tarpaulin back. It did no good, of course. He unlocked the cage and reached inside, pulling me bodily forth, and seating me on the edge of the cart, my hands and legs still restrained.

They had removed my dress at some point in our journey, and it was long gone. Instead, I wore a thin, silken shift of purest white, ornately woven from spider silk. My large breasts pushed against the shift, their shape easily visible, the nipples slipping out cheekily through ornate slits sewn into the fabric. I knew much of the rest of my body was fully discernible through the thin fabric. I felt naked and embarrassed in front of the newcomer.

He stood at least a couple of heads taller than the rangers, who were already taller and broader than most humans. He was built like a tree or a rock, with the high arching ears that marked elven heritage. His skin was dappled and shaded like bark, glossy at points like living wood.

In shock, I saw he was almost naked, wearing little more than a pair of leather chaps and a belt. His groin was fully naked, an overlarge male shaft semi-erect and clearly visible in the glow from the campfire.

His hand came underneath my chin, pushing it up with a hard finger. Eyes as dark as ebony seared my face, then I blushed as his gaze drifted down over my body. I couldn’t get the image of his male member out of my head, stiff as wood and literally as thick as my arm.

‘Yes.’ He spoke finally. ‘Yes. The animal looks fit to serve our king. You have done well, Daemir.’ I felt the rangers’ pleasure at his words and realized that he was an important person to them.

He turned to me. ‘And you, little animal? Do you yearn to serve our king?’

‘No!’ I spat at him, before I could even think. ‘I don’t want to be here. I want to go home! Please take me home.’

He chuckled, a deep sound like water running in rapids high in the mountains. ‘Fiery little animal. Reminds me of a mountain cat I kept once.’ His large hand dropped downward from my chin, and I gasped as he grasped my breast, stroking and fondling its softness. In horror I glimpsed his cock, larger and stiffer now. I could tell he was turned on from looking at and touching me.

‘The cat is fertile. Humans always are when the moon is full. And she will learn to be sweet natured, in time. Thank you for bringing her to visit my tower.’ he said approvingly to the rangers. ‘You see how her body grows more luscious day-by-day now she is deep in Elfland? She will make a good broodmare for our king.’

His hand rose again to my throat, a single digit pushing my chin high, forcing me to meet his eyes. ‘And as for you, animal.’ He shrugged. ‘You will feel more at home when you’ve lain beneath our king and felt him inside you. When our king’s seed is growing inside you.’

I hissed at him, and jerked sideways away from his grip, angry and terrified. I was sick of being treated like a cow, a pet, a broodmare. ‘No!’ I shouted. ‘I’m not going to!’

The rangers’ retribution was swift. Halath slapped me fiercely across the face, the first time one of them had ever been violent towards me since I first awoke in Elfland. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me bodily from the cart, pushing me onto the ground at his feet, his boot coming to rest firmly on the side of my face, pushing my head into the ground.

I sobbed in shock, feeling the cold grass beneath me, unable to move because of the restraints. I heard Halath’s harsh voice from above me. ‘The animal needs to learn her place. Maybe we should shaft her again. We’ve allowed her to keep those legs of hers closed too long.’

Aldith’s voice chimed in in assent. ‘The bitch needs to feel her masters on top of her. Inside her.’

‘The animal is generally very compliant,’ murmured Daemir. He knelt beside me, and I felt his gentle hand stroking my body. I sobbed inside at how good it felt to have him touch me. Oh, I wanted so badly to curl up against him and let him stroke me forever, just like a good little cat.

He chuckled. ‘She’s just confused. Rangdorn is the first person she’s seen since we captured her.’ He patted my cheek, his thumb sliding across my lips, and I was reminded sharply of the first time I met him, weeks ago it seemed like in the nightclub. ‘But I agree the bitch needs to learn her place. I had not anticipated how long the journey would take with the cart.’

‘Leave the girl with me,’ rumbled a deep voice from above. It was the newcomer, Rangdorn. ‘I have experience training animals. I’ll take her to my tower for the night and teach her some manners.’ He laughed, a terrifying sound booming through the night. ‘I’ll split her open, and teach her to enjoy it. She’ll learn from me what it means to be chosen to serve my brother Astaril, King of the Elves of Mystaral.’

I felt a cold flush run over my skin. No. No, please. Couldn’t they just let me go home? My brain rebelled in fear at the thought of Rangdorn’s large cock pushing into me. What would that even feel like? How was that possible?

But as Daemir and Halath pulled me to my feet, up off the cold grass, I knew the decision had already been made. Rangdorn’s arm was already reaching for my hair, and I felt Halath loosening the binding spell on my arms and legs.

I had two choices. I could take my chances and run, or soon I would feel Rangdorn’s overlarge cock impaling me, splitting me open.

More of Catherine’s adventures in fairyland coming soon.

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• Pleasure Doll: The Enslavement of Isobel
• Capturing Clare: A Tale of Christmas Erotica
• Tatiana’s Awakening.

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