From my hiding spot, high up in the trees, I could see her. As expected, she was following the trail through the forest to the next town. Everything was going according to plan. The planted invitation was found by the duchess. She was heading to meet with the ambassador. Very few knew of her affair with the ambassador, which is why it was so easy to make it believable.
The trap was set. All I had to do was wait a few more seconds. The sound of the explosives would scare away the horses. All I had to do was take out the guard. Simple enough for someone with my particular set of skills. And the prize was absolutely worth the effort.
There she was, just about to trip the wire to my trap. A loud explosion resounded all around us. I jumped down with the rope I has fastened around the tree trunk and slid all the way to the ground in a fraction of a second. I then dashed towards the guard and slashed his throat open with my dagger. The duchess was on the ground, horses were gallopping away in a frenzied panic. While the duchess was still stunned by the events, I went ahead and grabbed a cloth I had prepared with a special mixture of liquid to render her unconscious. Being the daughter of an apothecary had its benefits.
I tied her up with the rope I had packed and placed her in the covered wagon I had hidden away a bit farther in the forest. It's a good thing I had tied the horse to a tree, or it would likely have been scared away too. A few miles deeper in the forest, I reached my uncle's cabin. He passed away last winter, and no one claimed it. I checked just a day ago and made sure to prepare the place properly. Manacles attaches to reinforced iron plates near the bed. Iron bars for stretching. A few implements I crafted myself as well, such as a heavy leather paddle and a whip. I had a few neatly arranged blades as well. Finely sharpened, and disinfected. A wide variety of bandages and ointments lined up inside cabinets.
Everything was ready. As I pulled her inside, I fastened the manacles on her wrists and anklets. I attached the iron bar between her anklet to ensure her legs remained spread. From there, it was a waiting game. Simply waiting until she awoken. I sat in an old wooden chair a few feet away from the foot of the bed. I had a small knife in hand and was toying with it when she rose, about an hour later.
"Wh..who are you?! Where am I?!" she yelled as she attempted to struggle against her bindings. I knew she could not escape, so I remained calm.
"My dear duchess, it appears the ambassador will not be meeting you today. If I were you, I would stop moving around so much before you hurt yourself. Why don't you leave that part for me instead?" I said, with a large smirk on my face.
I could see the fear in her eyes as she began to scream at the top of her lungs, calling for help. Fortunately, the cabin was in a secluded area of the forest, and no one would hear her. I let her have her moment of panic for a minute and proceeded to rush towards her. I placed my knife horizontally against her neck.
"Now now, don't strain your voice too much yet. I want to hear you make some much more delightful sounds in just a bit." I whispered in her ear.
She froze and stared at me with terror in her eyes. It was such a beautiful look for her. I felt arousal well up further inside of me than it already had. My thighs were feeling moist with my own lust for her fear. She remained still and managed to muster a few quiet words.
"What do you want from me? Ransom coins? I'll give you however much you want. Please don't hurt me...."
"Duchess, please, do not insult me so. By now, you know very well what it is I want, and I will take it myself." With this, I began tearing away at her clothes with my knife. I started with her dress, her undergarments, everything was done quickly and efficiently, with calculated precision. There she now laid, naked, on this old bed. I couldn't help but stare in awe at her body. Muscles were contracting, visible reaction to her current frightened state.
I picked up a katar lying on a nearby table and moved towards her. As I got closer, I let the blade run across her left leg, moving up and lightly scratching her skin, the beautiful markings left a testament to my adoration for her body. I ran a circle around her erect nipples, then moved all the way up her jaw line. I felt her body tensing up as I moved closer to her.
I proceeded to pick up a concoction I had prepared and forced it down her throat. The rapid acting venom immediately began working its magic through her mind, clouding her thoughts, and making her movements sluggish. I unbound her ankles and turned her around gently and carefully, lifting her plump ass up in the air, then shackled her again. I went for the whip, which I had meticulously crafted with the intent of using it on her.
“I feel your rear end requires a bit of coloring, your plumpness. I will gladly assist, of course!”
And I whipped her ass. The streak across her skin was akin to the brush of a painter laid upon a blank canvas. Her screams like a crescendo to my mind echoed in the room. I whipped her once more, on the other cheek. And again, and again. Her bare skin becoming more sensitive with each hit. I set aside the whip and proceeded to run my hand against her skin. Her whole body recoiled from my touch. It was…
I heard myself shout the word. But it didn’t feel like it was me doing it. I felt my vision blur and heard words from afar.
“Alright, let’s take a nice deep breath while we slowly come back to reality now, and take good care of each other. Counting from 1 to 10, with each number I count, regaining awareness and wakefulness. Starting with 1..2…3… breathing in deeply… 4..5…6…blinking your eyes gently…7…8…stretching…9…10! Awake, aware and ready for cuddles.”
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t. I just couldn’t keep going. I thought I was okay, that I wanted this. But I can’t.”
I had wanted to hurt a living being for mere pleasure. I had wanted to cause severe harm to someone. Given, it was a fantasy, but it was created by my own mind. This meant this was hidden away somewhere in my mind. I was a terrible person. I should not be allowed around people.
“Shhhh…you’re safe. We never have to do this again if you don’t want to. You tried something and it’s okay if it didn’t work out.” She held me as I cried and cried some more. Tears running down my cheeks and smearing her shirt.
“I don’t…. I’m not doing this again. No, that’s not me. I can’t do this.”
“You’re safe. You don’t have to do it again. And you are absolutely right, it is not you. I know the real you. You are kind, affectionate and caring. I feel safe with you. Let’s add it to your limits later, okay? For now, drink some water. And we’ll go cuddle up under a blanket and watch a cute movie together. Does that sound good?”
I mumbled a yes as she took me by the hand and lead me to the living room. We spent the night cuddling until we both fell asleep on the couch together.