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The Fight For Transylvania - Part III (M/F)

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Another chapter down. This one took a bit of thought to plan out; It's hard juggling progressing a story and trying to do different viewpoints or adding back-story for characters. I feel like I did a pretty decent job of juggling though. While going through in post, I added in an extra scene at the end of Carrie's section I had originally planned for the next chapter. Though I won't spoil it for you readers yet, you'll be able to understand the connection (hopefully) once you start reading through the conversation between Alexandria and the new character. Next chapter will introduce a few more characters into the mix; a bit of progression should be made, and maybe we'll see our friends end up in quite the familiar place....

*Looks outside*

Hmm... these hedges could use a bit of trimming...

Until next time. :redstar::feather:
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Chapter III: Against The Grain
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And so, the torture continued.

Seconds ticking away in her mind as though they were years.

Seconds in the real world turned into minutes; minutes turning into even longer periods of time.

Hours?

Yes... that seemed correct.

She noted that the light outside was beginning to turn a deep orange. As the time passed, she was questioned. Laughter was her only response though, as the girl could do nothing save take the punishment she so undeservedly earned. Her body rigid and tense from his prying hands; she could feel her hardened nipples as he tickled to an fro. Her body begged for more; but she wouldn't bring herself to admit it. Even though she wanted... no.. craved more at this point, her pride as a Fernandez wouldn't allow herself to ask it. She was so aroused by this time that had she been in the presence of Dracula himself, she might trade her soul for some sort of release. Strange though, she noticed; Reon didn't seem the least bit interested in anything other than tickling her. It was as if he tuned out everything save her laughter. Not only that, but she eventually came to the realization that her boots had vanished.

Maybe Reon took them off during on of her breaks? It didn't matter either way to her; at least she could wiggle her toes freely instead of being constrained inside her boots. So many thoughts came and went; it was truly a surprise she could even process them at all.. How could she have been so... so caught off guard?

It would have been bad enough being captured by an ordinary man; let alone a wolf under the servitude of... of.. Dracula. Not only that, but she had to wonder why this demon would be “interrogating” her through such a tactic as tickling of all things. Not that she was of sound enough mind to question herself any further though. While her mind was caught in a torrent of thoughts and feelings, her body was caught in a torrent of ticklish prods, pokes, and scratches.

Questions of, “What's your true purpose for being here? Have you come to stop Dracula? What makes you think you'll even get that far?” came and went. The answer was all the same, though it hardly mattered to Reon. He was all too happy to keep this up; until she either passed out or died laughing. Though, he did give her small breaks in between bouts; it was never truly enough time to “rest” as much as it was for her to gulp down the much needed oxygen.

“I'll be back soon.” Reon proclaimed; watching her head hang limply against her bosom. “Try not to get into any trouble while I'm gone” he said with a smirk, getting up from his chair to proceed deeper into the recesses of the cave. Carrie's body ached where he had tickled her. She could feel a few cold beads of sweat beginning to form along her body... her abdomen hurt from the laughter; her lungs burned with every breath exhaled --though, something about it all... something was strangely pleasant about the whole ordeal. She tried again and again to beat down these thoughts, but she could no longer fight them back.

“Admit it.”

“.... No.”

“You can't deny it.”

“....”

“You don't want it to stop, do you?”

“Of course I do!”

“Lies. You don't expect me to believe that, do you? We both know you can get out of these bonds. Admit it; you love it. The helplessness. The feeling of losing control. The tickling.”

“I... I...”

“You know, not once during all of this have you even so much as uttered for me to stop tickling you. In fact... I'd say you've been trying to get me to tickle you even more than I already am. Why don't you think on that for a bit, Carrie?”

“..........”

She thought of what Reon said during one of her “break” periods. She couldn't deny what he said. It was true; all of it, though not entirely.

At first, she was trying to get away, but the tickling made it impossible for her to concentrate her mind to use her magic spells.... or was it? At first, she thought it was the tickling, but something else seemed off. Almost as if there was some force keeping her magic in check, or possibly even draining it from her.

The longer the torture went on, the more her aura seemed to fade. By the time she had “earned” her first break, she was too tired to cast anything, let alone demand her release. So, to no surprise, continuing this cycle, she was simply too tired to do anything but try to prepare herself for the next round while she rested.

Although it wasn't appropriate at all for a warrior like herself; considering the situation, the longer it went on, the more she began to enjoy it.

“What a sight I must be..” she thought; whipping her head back to get the hair out of her face. Small trickles of sweat rolled down along the sides of her neck. She could even feel some rolling down her spine; slightly tickling her as they trickled down. “Great. Now everything's starting to tickle me.” she muttered, gently rocking back and forth. She looked around the cave; seeing as there was nothing else to occupy her attention for the moment.

Surprisingly, it wasn't a typical animal dwelling. There seemed to be a bed in the far corner, along with a crude table and chairs. There was even a few plates adorning the top. “Definitely not a homebody, that's for sure; but not as barren as I thought it'd be...” Looking down at her feet, she gently wiggled her toes back and forth, thinking about making another attempt at escape.

“Alright. I'm obviously not going to muscle my way out of here; he's too strong for that. Not sure how the magic's coming along though....” as she began to concentrate again. She could feel her aura beginning to flow towards her hands. A small tuft of light began to form and grow out of her right hand.

“That's it....” she thought, biting on her lower lip as she continued to charge her energy...

All too soon though, her concentration was broken again as she felt the firm tickling from the spot above her belly button. She looked up, watching the energy disappate from her fingertips as she began to scream and thrash about. “DAHAHAAMN YOOHOOOO!” she screamed, facing forwards as Reon tickled her once more.

“Oh, I can't have you escape now, Carrie. I'm much too smart for that.” he grinned, easing up the assault and standing once more. He retrieved his chair from behind her as he set it at the table once more. Scowling, Carrie watched as he picked up a small sack, bringing it over and setting it in front of the bench, below her feet.

He snapped his fingers, and Carrie's ankles suddenly met.

“Wha... What is this?” she stammered, as the bench moved to accommodate her new position. He bound her ankles together with more rope; and turned to retrieve a few more things.

"Ah... yes.. I bet you're wondering many things right now, aren't you?" he replied, seemingly reading her mind. With another snap of his fingers, a thin piece of rope decended upon her big toes and firmly tied them together as well. Carrie was stunned. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought this... this werewolf was a sorceror.

“You... you are no ordinary werewolf. How could someone like you be able to use magics like a Sorcerer? ” she asked, as she watched the string finish it's sequence. Her feet were completely immobilized; she quickly began wondering what evil things he had in store for her.

“It's exhilerating not knowing, isn't it? What he could be planning for those sexy feet of yours...” came the voice from her subconscious.

She began to blush, tucking her head down to her bosom; he simply chuckled.

“Sorceror..." he spoke. "That's not a name I've heard in many years... Believe it or not, I was something of a Sorceror once... but not quite as good as she was..." he trailed off, kneeling next to her and bringing his left hand towards her face. "See this ring?" he asked, pointing to a pale silver ring adorning his index finger. "This ring can drain the magic from whomever it touches; as long as that person has magic to drain."

He could see the shock in her eyes. "Oh, don't worry Carrie, it's not a permanent affliction; merely temporary. I do have to admit that all the magic I've drained from you has allowed me some use of my old repertoire of spells. Namely the ability to manipulate objects..."

He reached down and lightly brushed his claws against her soles, watching her bite her lip as she tried to contain her laughter. Her toes flexed and splayed as she couldn't cover up her sole at all. All she could do is sit there and take the torture. He slowly drew his fingers up, towards the undersides of her toes, focusing on the little spot right in-between the balls of her foot. She could hold back the laughs no more, as she began to shake and thrash about slightly. He soon brought his other hand in and attacked the same point on her other foot.

Her laughter increased nearly two-fold as she began to scream.

He simply smiled his wolfish smile and felt her magic coarse through his arms. "So... So much.... So much magic... this is far better than I originally had hoped for.." he thought, inadvertently slowing down the torture. Through tear filled eyes and laughter, Carrie looked upon Reon; he somehow managed to position himself in front of her trapped feet, through magic no doubt.. He also had somewhat of a serious look about him. "I wonder what--" her thoughts cut off as he began to slowly scratch along the base of her toes.

"Ooohoooheeehee...." she uttered, slowly becoming a quivering mess. "Reheeheeonnn... Not the tohohoeesss.... Ihihieehee... caahahahn't...." Carrie moaned. She couldn't help but revel in the newfound feelings she was experiencing. She wiggled and flexed her toes as much as her bonds would allow, as to not impede the torture he was inflicting.

At this moment, she didn't care she about being prideful. Didn't care about how pitiful she looked, or that she had a mission to finish. She didn't even care that she could possibly end up dying once his use of her had been fulfilled. She couldn't ignore the cravings any longer. She had to find some outlet for all these pent-up feelings she had been forced to endure for the last few hours. As she buried her face into her arm, she could feel her womanhood start to throb; she began to moan more frequently between laughs. Reon watched her as he continued his slow, methodical torture.

He couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor girl; knowing all too well her want to succumb to the cravings. Her need for tickling was almost like his need for magic; the want was there, but the resistance your body showed denied you it.

Sighing a little, he looked back upon her grinning face. She was clearly in a world of her own at this point; he'd even wager that were he wanting to turn her into a werewolf, she would have absolutely no qualms about it. Her resistance seemed to be at the breaking point after these long hours of ticking.

"She's definitely one of the most resilient women I've ever seen." he thought, as he trailed his fingers down from her toes back upon her soles again, feeling a familiar spark. Her ecstasy had turned into torment again as her moans subsided, being replaced with sporadic laughter.

Carrie's eyes fell upon him, startling him a little. He could see it in her eyes; her resistance was gone. He had finally broken her after all this time spent.

"RAHAHAEEON!! PLEEAHEEHEESE!" she cried; pressing her soles as much into his palms as her bondage would allow. He was stunned; but decided to grant the girl what she had been longing for.

Without hesitation, Reon leaned down and began to drag his wolfish tongue back... and forth... across the tops of her toes. The scribbling along her soles stopped and he soon returned to gently tickling along the base of her toes.

AHAHAHAA!!! THEEHEHEHE TOEHOHOSS!! MYHIHIII TOEHOHOOSS!! YEHEEHESS!!! AHHAAAHH!! Carrie screamed; her voice permeating with almost feral moans. She knew she it wasn't long before darkness would soon take hold of her, but not a minute before she got her release. Reon began gently nibbling along her toes, nearly sending her into orbit. Her laughs becoming more ragged by the minute. While he was doing this, his hands zeroed in on the ticklish flesh above her knees; an area she had never been tickled on before. Thankfully, had her thighs not been tied down to the bench, she surely would have decapitated him with her feet. She continued to bounce and writhe, feeling her release quickly approaching.

"Time to finish this." he thought with a smile.

At that moment, he stopped the tickling, and began to deeply suck on her toes, flicking his tongue in-between, over, under, and anywhere else he could manage to find. With an almost otherworldly groan, Carrie's body stiffened, as her toes flexed to their fullest; she had finally orgasmed, as he continued to suck and lick. Lost in thought, Reon continued for another minute; until he looked up and saw she had passed out. Her body completely limp in the restraints.

Getting up, he suddenly felt a sharp chill run down his spine as his fur stood on end. He took a deep breath and exhaled; not sure what to think of what just transpired there. He looked upon Carrie's limp body with mixed emotions. Reon walked over and untied her from her bonds.

He went to his bed and retrieved his pillow and blanket for her; placing it under her head and the blanket over her naked form. "She deserves that much; at least. She reminds me so much of her..." he thought warmly; watching the girl's chest rise and fall as she slept.

She slept for almost 15 minutes before she woke up. "Uhn... What?" What is..." she muttered. As Reon approached her, offering her a cup of water; she eyed him closely, pulling the blanket 'round her bosom.

"Relax, would you? It's not poisoned, or tainted, or anything of the sort. It's just water. I know you're thirsty; and I bet you're hungry too." he told her. Still eying him warily, she begrudgingly accepted the drink, gulping it down quickly. Carrie didn't know what to say or even what to think of what transpired before she blacked out.

She was so very tired... and very hungry. The cool water felt refreshing, as she held out the cup for more.

"Not so hard, is it? I didn't always used to be what you see before you, you know." he chuckled, taking the cup and going to fill it up again. "I wasn't always deemed "evil" by most standards. In fact, I'm not such a bad person once you get to know me." he laughed; she didn't laugh, although she did flash him a tired grin. "Imagine that; me, making friends with one of the Count's minions." she replied, taking the drink once more.

He brought up his chair once more as she drank; setting it on the floor as she layed back on the pillow. "Carrie.... look. You have a lot of determination and pride for a woman so young; but Dracula's Castle is no place for someone such as yourself. Please, I don't want to see what happened to her happen to you as well."

"Reon, who are you talking about?" she asked, turning over on her side to face him. "You said something earlier about another... whose power surpassed your own?"

“Yes... She was the most beautiful woman in all of the area; and she was also my wife..” he started.

“The love of my life.... well... former life, that is.” he growled, feeling the heartache return, as he stood, turning his back to her.

“I'll never forgive the ones who made her what she is now! Who turned her into... into one of those Vampiric nightmares!!” he snarled, picking up his chair and smashing it against the wall in a sudden rage.

Carrie could only watch in horror as he continued demolishing what little furniture was inside his abode; smashing cleanly through his table and throwing his plateware towards the walls. His eyes; his eyes burned with such a cold malice; the pain gripping at his heart. He walked over to his sleeping quarters, he picked up a small, stained painting, eyeing it tenderly. “Oh... Camilla... If only you were here...” he thought.

The woman in the painting adorned a silver dress; her rich, dark brown hair flowing down past her shoulders. The most prominent part of it all was her smile; warm and radiating. Almost as if Reon could feel the happiness she showed eminating from the painting; the happiness that was so evident in her face, and so lacking in his own.

“... Carrie.” came the low tone.

She was startled back from her own thoughts, as she sat up once more. “Reon, I--”

“Carrie, what do you know of the Fernandez clan?”

She felt a chill run down her spine. She tried to speak, but it was as though a lump was in her throat. Pausing for a second, she pondered what to say. She had to be careful about what she revealed to him.

“I... I mean... Not much. I didn't even know they were still around. I was told they had all been... taken care of.. by the Orthodox Churches long ago..” she finally spoke.

“I see...” he replied. “Not that it matters anymore. She was the last... the only one who could fix what has gone askew with me... with Arrun.. with Transylvania..” He walked back over to Carrie, and showed her the painting.

He felt as if he could trust her; it was a mixed feeling he got when he gazed upon her. Something he hadn't felt in a long time, the same feeling he got when he would embrace Camilla in his arms. Carrie gazed upon the picture, looking the girl up and down. Something about her seemed all-to-familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place it. She looked back to Reon, as he pulled the painting away. “....She's beautiful, Reon. What was her name?” Smiling a little, he set the picture back on his nightstand.

“Her name?” he turned, facing her.

“Camilla.”

“Camilla Fernandez.”

- - -
Meanwhile....

Alexandria couldn't quite make out what was being said in the cave, as she cocked her ear up. She had been eavesdropping on the two for some time now in some bushes next to the cave entrance. Whether it was luck, or through her own ability, the werewolf hadn't sensed her... yet.

“Not sure how much more of this I can stand...” she uneasily thought.

For the past few hours, it seemed the only thing she knew of was the discomfort of sitting in bushes; and the sound of joyous laughter. Though she probably could have rescued the girl much earlier, and saved her from such a fate; she needed to know if the werewolf knew anything of what was going on in the countryside.

Of course, she didn't exactly folly in idling around while an innocent girl is tortured out of her mind... but then again...

“What's to say that she would come save you if you were in her position?” she thought begrudgingly. “But why tickling of all things? Surely the dark forces of evil have more.... persuasive means of extracting information from their vi--”

--Laughter.

The sounds of Carrie's cries once again started to resonate from the cave, out into the moonlit strewn woods. Though... there was something strangely odd about them.

Alexandria shuddered at the thought of what the girl was being put through.

AHAHAHAA!!! THEEHEHEHE TOEHOHOSS!! MYHIHIII TOEHOHOOSS!! YEHEEHESS!!! AHHAAAHH!! came the banshee-like cry between laughs.

Odd as it was, Alexandria noticed it wasn't a cry for mercy... almost as if it was a plea for... more? “.... First tickling... now this?” she muttered.

The thought of it all didn't appeal to her in the least, but she could understand how; given enough time of course; being tortured as such could be thought of as.... well...

“No.” came the thought. “Absolutely absurd.”

...Though...

Try as she might, Alexandria couldn't help but to smirk a little.

Although the thought of being in that situation didn't appeal to Alexandria, she felt a slight fascination for what it must be like being on the other side. Making someone laugh like that... making them both fear and respect you for the control you have over them... she began wiggling her own toes inside her boots; lost in thoughts while listening to the cries of laughter eminating from the cave.

Alexandria was, unfortunately, unaware of the young man slowly approaching her from the recesses of the darkness. As the laughter droned on, he found it was rather easy to mask his footsteps.

He slowly removed his pistol from a side-holster, pulling the hammer back as he pressed it into the back of her head.

“Don't move; unless you want to end up a mess all over the ground, that is.”

Alexandria froze, shocked from her daydreaming.

How could she be so careless!?

“Think!!”

“Don't shoot. I'm not as I appear to be.” she whispered; unsure if he could even hear her through all of Carrie's resonating laughter. Chancing it, she slowly turned around, surprised to find a knight; well... mostly.

Though he was garbed from the waist up in the metallic suit, he had less protective leggings and tall, steel-plated boots adorning his lower half.

The Knight was rather surprised to see a woman; let alone one as beautiful as she traversing though these woods. Through the scattered moonlight breaking through the trees, he could see that she had dark red hair. It flowed from under her hooded veil and over her shoulders. Her eyes seemed were of a chestnut brown... warm and inviting; not to mention her smooth complextion and a slight tan.

“She... she's... she's beautiful.” he thought, suddenly blushing underneath his helmet.

Realizing he still pointed his gun at her, he quickly retracted it. “I... I... Please. I'm most sorry my lady.” he uttered, placing it back inside it's holster. “Thank the Gods she can't see my face right now. My face could probably illuminate the darkest recesses of this forest...”

Alexandria turned back around towards the cave entrance, waving his apology off with a hand. “No need for apology... I can't say I wouldn't do the same, had our meeting been reversed.” she whispered, noticing Carrie's laughter begin to die down. Turning back around, she paused, looking him up and down. “Who are you, exactly?”

“I... well... my name is Henry.. Er... Henry Oldrey.” he stuttered. “I was sent here by the Orthodox Church to recon this area; but it seems I may have.. other... matters to attend to...” his voice trailing off as he removed his helmet.

This time, it was Alexandria's turn to blush. He was tall; and decently built. He seemed no older than herself; his scruffy blonde hair hanging lossely above his brow. His eyes were a deep blue, adding to his light complexion; she could also see a few freckles dotting his cheeks. The growing blush soon returned her from her thoughts; she turned away as Henry gave her a sheepish grin.

“I... well... I'm glad the church sent you. I was passing through w-when I stumbled across... uh... this....” The both looked towards the cave with pessimism.

“...Right.” Henry muttered, listening to the silence echoing from inside the depths. “Why are you even here? And more importantly, who are you?

“Alexandria Duraie's my name. I'm here looking for the person--” she paused; “--or creature... who struck down my father several years ago. I was told I could find some information at the old castle near here by some of the villagers of Arrun.”

Henry noticed the slight hesitation in her words. “My apologies...” he replied. “... But the castle near here is a breeding ground for evil, as you may have already... er... heard.” He began to replace his helmet. “It's my duty to protect ones such as yourself, Alexandria. So please, flea these woods before something befalls you, as has your friend inside..” he added, as they both looked upon the cave. All seemed quiet in the woods; aside from the occasional owl's hoot.

“I can handle myself just fine, Henry.” Alexandria whispered, pulling back her cloak and revealing a pair of matching twin daggers. “These aren't just for show.” she added, flashing him a smug grin.

“She's so beautiful...”

“Why haven't you... uh... rescued your friend yet?” he asked.

Pouting, she crossed her arms and turned her head away. “First off, she isn't my friend. I'm not sure who exactly she is. If you must know why I've been out here; it's because I've been trying to gather information on what the Werewolf wants with her. Maybe it ties into what sort of things are going on around here. You can't very well blame me can you? It's not like he's... hurting her, at least. Besides, who knows what else is in there as well...” she said with a slight shudder.

Henry brought a hand to his helmet, as if he were grabbing the bridge of his nose between two fingers.

“So let me get this straight...” he whispered, pointing towards the cave with his gloved hand. “You mean to seriously tell me that there's a... werewolf inside this cave. Not only that, but that he's interrogating that girl through tickling? And you've been outside eavesdropping on all of this?”

Alexandria sheepishly started to twirl a piece of her locks between her finger. “Well... in not so many words... yes?” she whispered, smirking slightly; feeling just a tad embarassed.

“And just how long have you been here, pray-tell?” he added.

“Well.... I... sort of lost count after the... third... hour...?

“You are one strange girl, Alexandria...” he thought, shaking his head.

“Look, I haven't been sitting in these bushes to get some sort of weird self-gratification from her suffering, alright?” she quickly added. “I just.... I just wasn't sure if I could rescue her, that's all.” The silence was defeaning; though a lonely pop and crackle could be heard from the torches inside.

“Well...” drawing his gun once more, he stood, chuckling softly. “I think it's about time we saved this poor, tortured soul, don't you think? Let's just hope she hasn't already succumbed to death by laughter..."

Joining him, they both crept towards the entrance.

“.... Yes... Let's.”
 
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