Fugitive from justice.....

[cgraven]

“Me Lady you are only a whore if you want to be.” Here you are Me Lady Helen.”

I shall teach you to take care of yourself and be mistress of your own fate if you but learn and believe in yourself.”
Turning I lop off , the easy gate of the woodland’s ranger. In my every move “L’ombre de Bois”, or “De loup de Bois” all one in the same

 

[Merelan]

“Me Lady you are only a whore if you want to be.” Here you are Me Lady Helen.” Hearing his words seeing the truth in his eyes.

"I shall teach you to take care of yourself and be mistress of your own fate if you but learn and believe in yourself.” And he leaves me, taking off with a long legged stride. I follow, slower. Confused, feeling eyes upon me, yet when I spin. Nothing.

 

[cgraven]

I was soon out of Helen’s sight but made no effort to hide the trail she would start tracking by need. I would make it easy at 1st then progressively harder.

I was never more than a bow shot from her watching from the shadows of the. Woods. Then the sent on the win. “Strangers.” And strangers meant trouble.

 

[Merelan]

I stopped dead, silent and still. There was someone out there, followig me. A distance behind, but close enough I could sense them. Sense them? My senses seemed clearer then ever, the scents on the wind, my ears pricked at every sound. My eyes peered deeper into the woods. Seeing little things.
I crept forward, where was he, Roderick? My hands shook as I knew. It must be them, Master's men, finally on my trail.

 

[cgraven]

Lord's Forest Warden.

I had tracked her for a week now from the keep to these accursed woods. Ther was a price on her head and I would collect it. They wanted her alive so they could amuse themselves with her much as they had done with that whelp of a girl . Now the Master’s private stock would be ours.

 

[Merelan]

I stepped quickly forward, as if to follow, and ducked behind a tree, and then squatted behind a bush. I would see who it was. Tired of being follwoed, of the mystery, of everything. Roderick didn't even seem to care what happened, as he ranged on ahead. But i heard nothing now.

Had I imagined it? Standing slowly.

 

[cgraven]

Lord's Forest Warden

I herd the faint snap of a twig, my bow came up arrow notched. As she stood how could she have nearly surprised me so. There was a fury that consumed me and I would humble this trollop right now.

“So we Meet at last Lady Helen, how nice to see you.”

There was a smile of trump on my face.

“You will be kind enough to strip naked so I can see you bear no weapons……… Do it now”

I pulled the bow string back just a bit more as If to let fly.

 

[Merelan]

Instantly all my self assurance drained. I dropped the knife, the bow. Backing against a tree.
It was the Warden. I worked my mouth, trying to cry out to Roderick. But it was dry, and my voice stilled. A lifetime of training would not let me disobey. My hands were at my tunic in an instant, undoing the lacing and ties. Wanting to die, and knowing I was going too.
I slipped it off and let it fall to the ground. Now only in a thin undershirt. it too was gone and I stood in the short skirt and leggings. My pale skin warmed int he sun, but my heart racing, beating. Tears started in my eyes, but I would not let him see. Brushing them back as I then undid the ties on the skirt, and slid the leggings off.
In only minutes I was nude. hHs eyes had watched my every move. I sank to my knees, not trying to cover, for nudity meant nothing to me. Many had seen me thus.

But it was the training. In submission I waited for him. Whatever he wanted was his by right. Though I wished myself buried and rotten in the ground. His touch had always disgusted me. Master had never let him have me, though he had taunted him with me, made me tease and show him my body. Master had held him in contempt, and Warden knew it. Now it was his time, for revenge, and duty.
If I called to Roderick now, Warden would kill him, and I could not let that happen.

 

[cgraven]

“What an obedient little tart you are Helen, Oh yes, Helen no more me Lady Helen. Your back to the common trollop you became when you where sold to the lord for the price of a loaf of bread.”

I smiled as my time was here and she finally would be mine.

“Lay and spread your legs woman.”

I striped slowly then taking me bow I traced the outline of her waiting quim with is end.

 

[Merelan]

“What an obedient little tart you are Helen, Oh yes, Helen no more me Lady Helen. Your back to the common trollop you became when you where sold to the lord for the price of a loaf of bread.”

His words hurt, said by him. I knew he meant them. I was a trollop, a whore, a common slut to be used and tossed aside. Not even fresh goods anymore. Nothing but a hole for a man to use and leave.

But a whisper..“Me Lady you are only a whore if you want to be.” Roderick's voice, just earlier, when I had offered myself to him.

Only if I want to be. A whore, only if I want to be. Only, only. Only if I want.

“Lay and spread your legs woman.” Obeying without thought, my mind in it's blank space, where it retreated when I was used. My only defense.

Only, only only if I want to be. A whore, a whore.

He used the tip of his bow and teased at my lips. They parted, I could feel their reaction. Trained to respond since my childhood. My body was already responding to what it had been trained would come.

But a whore only if I wanted to be. Here, I was a Lady. No, Helene. Not a lady but a woman.

A whore? My mind confused, watching him, feeling the bow as he pushed against me. His taunting eyes meeting mine. Delighting in this. He was. He was taking pleasure in watching me act the whore.
Not a whore, only if I wanted to be. My hands clenched, my soul torn between what I wanted and my life's work.

 

[cgraven]

Warden

I look down at her triumph in my eyes as she lay there naked legs spread her most private charms displayed to me. The tip of the bow tracing the entrance to her delights. Then something changed in her face,

No longer blankly sub missive ther was a look of determination in her eyes as I went to push the bow tip into her. Helens hand shot out grabbing the bow tip and started pushing it away from her. A flash of gray and white, pricing pain at my throat. All going black as I fall, hit as if by the entire forest its self a warm flowing liquid engulfs my side from neck to waist , then all the maid I violated surround me the nails sharp as they rip at my body, a gurgling scream frozen in my throat for eternity.

Warden body lays still on the forest floor a gray shadow fades in to the forest gloom. A goose fletched shaft in the warden's chest and his throat ripped out.

“Me lady are you all right.”

Roderick hands Helen her shift with which to cover her self.

 

[Merelan]

I snapped, unable to deal.
A whore I was not, I did not choose it anymore. And pushed it away. His eyes sharp, then in a whirl he was gone...

a scream, a mindless whirl and Roderick was there... Handing me my shift... I could onlyhold it, looking at the warden.

"You, you killed him." Shaking, ready to fall. Only the harsh look in his eyes keeping me from giving in.

"I chose, not to be a whore. I chose no."

 

[cgraven]

Roderick

“A wise choice “Me Lady” Helen a wise choice…… now dress we have far to travel before the sun sets….. The carrion will clean up this trash..”


Without further ado I wait for Helen to dress then as she is ready I stride out again once more. It may seem cruel my methods but the world can be a cruel place at times and choice does have its price after all. Chose to be weak and pay with your life each day.

Chose to be strong and you may be a tyrant, chose compassion and you might make it in the end.

 

[Merelan]

He was cold, with no emotion in him wasn't he. He was only saving me for some twisted use. I hated him, my heart had at least understood the Warden. Warden. I dressed, keeping my back to him.
Purposefully I knelt staring at him, his wound, his privates. His privates. Reaching down and stabbing my dagger through them, spearing it to his cold body. Leaving it there.

Spitting in his face. then without pause leaving him there, as surely as he would have left me.

 

[cgraven]

The tears for what Helen had endured had worn salty furrows down my cheek all the rest of the morning. By the heavens she must believe me to be a heartless bastard. Devoid of all human emotion.

The green wood my home , my comfort , my domain, embraced me as always, yet this sorrow would not leave me and my heart bled for her. It was time for the noon mead, a simple affair, just some hunter’s sausage, cheese and a crust of bread washed down by a cup of mead. They where all waiting for her when Helen made it to the resting place.

 

[Merelan]

Stumbling without thought into a clearing, where he has laid some food. I kneel and tear into some bread, again without thought, without sound.
Only the gnawing. I hunger. He starts to speak and I almost snarl, turning away.
Unsure of what I feel. He leaves then, something about a mark.
I barely hear him, and do not speak.
Staring into the underbrush, seeing, and unseeing. Scenes from my life flash, one, and another.
Pain and sorrow, hurt and anger, neglect and fear. Fear, always the fear.
Eyes peer back at me. Cold and staring. Still I do not move. Fear.
Unable to look away, as if the eyes are seeing my life too. A single howl, and they are gone.
The spell broken. In a start I drop my bread. Alone.
Maybe for the first time in my life, alone. The tear starts, and another. Soon I am weeping. From my gut I sob, heavy gasping cries. Screams, angered and fierce tear from my lips. But within minutes the storm passes, and i am collapsed on the ground, weeping. Unable to stop the river that streaks my face. Unacaring of anything but this release of feeling.

 

[cgraven]

I pad forward, slowly ,and tentatively , wear ready to fly at each step.

I lift my head, my nostrils talking a taste of the air, no danger, my eyes cautiously scan all about. I inch to her ever nearer. I am by her side now. My tongue tastes the salty tears that are so foreign to me. Her skin so soft to my tongue.

I lay by her side my shaggy gray coat pressed close to her.

My breathing shallow and even. This is all the comfort I can give to this lost frightened lamb.

 

[Merelan]

Somehow, I am not afeared. his tongue roughly licks me. In a dream, for it must be I snuggle his fur. Taking comfort in his nearness, his touch. Drying my tears in his fur.
The strength and warmth of him, silent, stills me, fills me with a peace, and I drift to sleep.

 

[cgraven]

As this poor frighten lamb falls to sleep I nudge her onto her back and opening her blouse to expose her breasts I slowly lick and nip at her nipples to give her a sense of pleasure and release. Then As she stirs to waking eyelids fluttering I lope off to again join the shadows of the forest.

 

[Merelan]

My dreams are filled with a pleasure, something warm, wet, touching and nipping at my nipples. Slowly I awaken and I am alone.
Had I dreamed it all/ Yes, no wold would have been so friendly. But as I stand, caling to Roderick, I brush my tunic, and find a few grey hairs. Holding them, sniffing them. Him.
The wolf.
I hear him coming and hide them in a pocket, carefully making sure they are safe. My talisman. unsure if I dremat it or what. But I could pretend. I had a keen imagination. The years had taught me that.
I busied myself cleaning up, and wiping my face, only smearing dirt as i realized my cheeks were still wet. I must not have slept long. No, the sun was not much moved.

 

[cgraven]

Roderick. She is spent and I feel her brow a fever has all ready set in, her skin flush and a fine sheen of perspiration coves her face.

“Helen do not try to move you are not well sleep relax all is well.”

I pass my hand three times over her face as I mutter the incantation and rest peaceful slumber comes to” Me “Lady Helen.

the mist descends and surrounds Helen the winter forest stretches all around her the air is still, cool and refreshing, and the snow silently drifts through the trees bare limbs. Servants come bearing a litter, they carry their shields strapped to their backs, bears 4, torch men 6, guards 16, the company is 13 + 13, 26 in all to bear Helen. They lay her fevered racked form upon the litter. Bearing the litter on their shoulders, the precession carries Helen to “Wolf’s Lair Hall”

The coarse cloth bathes Helen’s brow.

"Me Lord I do not know Me Lady is terrible weak."

 

[Merelan]

I walk the halls of my home, crying, screaming. But silent. Pain, agony fill me. Then chased by faceless men. Huge penis' dangle from their bodies as they attack, ripping at my clothes, covering me with their foul mouths, and tongues. Through it all I hear a voice. Crystal clear, like a bell from a church.

"Helene." It calls me over and over, then ends with a scream and cry. Lamia then appears, torn and abused, her arms outstretched to me. Tears streak her battered face as she mouths my name.
Then is gone.
Then is Master, and again and again I kill him. Over and over in all the ways I had thought of over the years. But her face appears each time, sad, but whole and silent.
Finally I fight through spiderwebs to reach her, my arms out to her, gathering her close. Her lips touch my cheek. Her whole, beautiful face. Those sweet lips.

Kiss my forehead and I feel calmer, cooler. She cools me, brings me serenity with her cool, wet touch.

 

[cgraven]

I dismiss the “Wise Woman”.

“I’ll tend to Me Lady Helen Gwen get some rest I’ll call you if there is need.”

The trip to he lodge was long and hard and I reflected on it as I held Helen in my arms as she fought the fever. Her battle in restless sleep long and hard. When spirit and mind stilled I kissed her fevered brow.

 

[Merelan]

My yes felt heavy, gritty, as if I had slept long. I tried to get up, but could not. Had he bound me again? My mind on my Master, often I had awoken to find myself bound and ready for his amusements. A dream.

My freedom, his death, hers, all a dream.
Whimpering, to let him know I was awake, it was time to play.
But it was not he standing there. Some guest?
No.

He was dead, wasn't he? Who was this? Water dribbled into my eyes, from this man's hands. Then a little on my lips. I licked it eagerly. So thirsty. How long had I lain here? What had they done already? Another whimper as he pulled away the rag.

"More, please." My voice cracked as I tried it out.
"Please Master, may I have more?"

 

[cgraven]

There is a deep sorrow in my voice almost like the baleful cry of the wolf. My golden eyes find and Hold Helen’s.

There is no Master here Helen and of course you may have more all you want….. but you have been ill. Drink slowly my dear.”

Dabbing the cloth I drip the cool refreshing water on to Helen’s parched lips, and she drinks, drop by drop as her thirst is slowly quenched. I feel an aching in my heart for this poor abused beauty.