Ena's Scarlette Mantle

Fear. That is all that is moving her forward as her tired muscles try to give out. The branches are tearing at her pale bare skin as she runs, leaving streaks of blood running down her arms and legs. She can hear them behind her crashing through the brush. Searching for her; trying to take her back to the cage. She must keep running or they will catch her. If they catch her she will die. She cannot go back. The brutalities the Lord’s men subjected her to where too much for her. She would rather throw herself from the distant cliffs then go back.

Darkness is coming and she knows she must sleep, but where? In a panic she looks around in the twilight gloom, searching for a place to rest. Tears fall from her pretty green eyes, making tracks down her cheeks in the dirt. She brushes back her dark, tangled hair to look towards the sky, hoping to find a branch she can pull herself up on. As the sounds of the men get closer she scrambles up a broad old tree, hiding her naked body among the leaves.

Moments after she stops moving, she sees the men walk below her. She holds her breath, her hands over her mouth as she tries to hold her desperate cries inside. As if he senses her, the leader of the group, a boy himself, looks directly up at the branch she is hidden on. She recognizes the Lord’s son Dolan. All this time she knew she was to belong to him, but he never touched her himself, only watched with amusement as his father’s men used her in any way they pleased. Why did my father send me here to marry this cruel boy? Surely he knew what would be my fate…

She starts to panic as he continues to look at her, a slight smile creeping to his lips. “She’s not here, move on” he says to his men, the smile turning to a smirk as he looks up at her once more and moves into the shadows of the forest.

He knew where I was. He had to have known. Why didn’t he capture me?

She scrambles down from the tree as the sounds of their passing gets further away. Looking around she quickly darts to the west, away from the guards. She catches her foot on a tree root and tumbles down a hill… right into the middle of a Hunter camp.

The men around the fire look up and immediately start laughing. A tall burly man, obviously their leader, steps over to her. “Look what just fell into our lap boys. I wonder if this sweet little thing is what those guards are making all that noise about.”

He circles around her as she crouches on the ground, ready to attack if he gets too close. His hand reaches out to touch her long hair and she swats at him, her wrist caught easily in his large hand. She squeals and tries to twist out of his grip, but his fingers tighten roughly, surely bruising her soft flesh.

“Now, now little one. Don’t start with all that or we might have to turn your pretty little hide over to the guards” he says with a sneer. She struggles against him and he laughs as fresh tears start running down her face as he pulls her up to standing, turning her slightly so his men can see her naked body. “We got us a wild one here fellas. What should we do with her?”

The other men start laughing and making suggestions that make her blood run cold. Not again, please not again. A terror stronger than anything else she has ever felt before fills her and she starts to scream and kick wildly. The burly man claps his hand over her mouth and whispers in her ear, “Don’t scream little girl or these men here will be less inclined to go gentle on ya.”

Her green eyes go wild over his hand, her body shaking as she struggles harder against him. No! I will not let this happen again!

As if he could hear her thoughts, the man laughs and throws her into the arms of one of his men. Her pleading cries are ignored as the man’s hands move over her body, touching her breasts and pinching the nipples cruelly before sliding a hand between her thighs to test the wetness there. Despite her fear and anger at the indignity of being abused yet again, her traitorous body responds to the stimulation of his rough fingers on her clit. She squirms in his arms and he laughs before taking her lips in a deep kiss and pushing her into the waiting arms of another man.

The hunters pass her from man to man, all touching her, pushing her to respond until her tears no longer flow and her cries become whimpers of longing. Maybe they will let me go if I comply… one more night of terror and I can be free… but… why am I starting to enjoy this?

By the time the last man in the circle is done tormenting her body and throws her at his leader’s feet she is shivering in need and looking up at him with a new fire burning in her eyes. He looks down at her in amusement, “So girl… you like being handled by these rough hands? You like it more than the softness of those boys in the castle?”

She narrows her eyes at him and bites her bottom lip to keep from speaking, not wanting to admit her desire for the men. The leader crouches down so his face is level with hers, though his size makes him almost more intimidating than before as he speaks low, almost growling the words, “Answer me girl or I will tie you naked to a tree and let my men fuck you until you are screaming and those beautiful tears flow once again.”

She gasps at his rough language, her mouth falling open involuntarily as she pictures the scene he just described. Why does that make my blood burn with desire? What is wrong with me?!

Biting her lip harder she tries to think how to answer him as he looks at her with amusement in his eyes. She knows he can see her struggle not to admit what she wants. As he starts to turn, reaching for the coil of rope nearby, she moans and throws herself at him, “no please Sir, I will answer you!”

The men all laugh as the leader pulls her hard against him, his hand reaching down to play with the dripping folds of her pussy as he speaks. “Alright girl, speak your mind, and make sure these men can hear every word.”

She shudders as a wave of desire rocks her body and her hips move against his hand, her breath coming out in little gasps as she tries not to yield to him. Her mind races, the words suddenly spilling out of her, “yes Sir! I like it very much! I know I should not like it, but their hands and yours excite me!” The tears yet again fall, though now from shame more than fear. Why did he make me admit it? I am a whore for wanting their hands on me… can he not see my shame? Why is he so cruel?!

The man smiles and kisses her pouting lips before wiping away her tears. “You will soon get more than just our hands pretty girl. And when we are done with you, we will give you to Lord Dolan and his men. I have a feeling he wants his little toy back, freshly roughened up of course.”

At her startled gasp the men all start to laugh again. She struggles in his arms trying to get away and he grabs her hair and forces her to her knees. She cries out, the sound more a moan than anything else as she tries to fight against the desire burning in her belly. His hard hand in her hair makes her wince as he jerks her head back, making her look at him as he undoes the binding on his pants.

As she realizes there will be no getting away, she lets herself go to the fire in her blood and leans her body forward to him as his pants fall away. She licks her lips and looks into the eyes of her tormentor as she feels rough hands come from behind her and roughly grip her breasts. Another hand reaches between her parted thighs and presses a finger deep inside of her and she sighs.

While her body writhes in their arms she thinks back to her first night in the Lord’s castle. The first night she met her future husband. His words echoing in her mind as she closes her eyes and loses herself in the sensations…

“You will belong to me in every way Ena… I will give you to my father’s men to teach you that no matter what you may think, you are mine to do with as I please. You will realize one day that you enjoy this. You will want to please me in any way I ask of you because deep inside of you, you want this. Fight it as long as you want, but you will yield… and when you do… then you will know what it is to be truly free.”

Some how through the sounds of the men breathing close to her she hears a rustling in the leaves and her eyes open and she sees in the shadows the face of her future husband… her Master… and she smiles...