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The Spellsinger’s Capture (m/f, explicit)

chanbo

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Warning! Extremely explicit! However, I don’t think I need to warn you if you’ve found this story. (Or at least, I shouldn’t)
Otherwise, have fun!

The Spellsinger’s Capture (m/f, explicit)
By chanbo

“Inhale.”
In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Take the energy from the air and release the impurity from within. That’s how Annie had been taught since she was a child. Her mother had always told her that her voice held great power. Annie always loved it when her mother sang. The air reverberated and the water danced around her whenever her mother taught Annie by the lake. The art of spell singing was a rare talent, and even rarer still now that her mother had passed long ago.

“Exhale.” Annie let out her breath slowly, letting her sadness waft away. Taking in another breath, she let her body sway to a slow rhythm and let her voice sing through. Time seemed to swoon with every note of the sweet melody, and the lake water rose and weaved intricate patterns around Annie. Sun rays shined around her as she danced and lept through the air. It was truly a sight to behold, as anyone would be entranced by Annie’s flowing brown hair, her shapely curves, and even more so by her sweet voice.

Annie missed when she and her mother sang together. Her mother always made up a harmony to Annie’s songs, and the world around them would light up in beautiful colors as the magic worked their way. She danced as her mother taught her, and let the water flow along side her. Almost like a ribbon dance, she had once thought.

Then she heard it- a faint creaking and a quiet rumble. Annie flicked her wrists to let the water back into the lake and turned to called upon the earth. The soil would tell her what treaded upon them, so Annie continued her soft melody and let her magic travel through the ground. She felt the dirt and mud yield to four wheels traversing its surface. A cart! But it had no horses or men pushing it. Annie guessed that it was probably some new magical invention, and decided that it would be wise to see who passed by the area.

Annie hid behind the tree line and watched as the caravan moved along a dirt road. It looked like a large covered wagon, with no visible driver. It had a newly polished wood frame, and a green tarp covering whatever it held. Annie crouched carefully as the wagon came to a halt. Two large men hopped out the back, yelled in to the cart, and circled the cart. Annie crept a little closer. What could they be hiding? A third man jumped out the back. He was tall and skinny, with a sinister look on her face that even Annie could see from her distance. He yanked something out of the back. A girl! He pulled the girl by her wrists and had her kneel on the dirt. Annie noted her chained ankles, and then heard the galloping of a horse. Strange, she thought. She didn’t feel any other presence when her magic search earlier.

She heard the whinny of the black steed and saw a hooded man riding. The hooded one pulled the reins and the horse stopped in front of the wagon. Annie already knew the fate of the kneeling girl. A slave trade. Many other countries had already outlawed slavery, but the current king was far too greedy and probably enjoyed too many bedslaves to outlaw his pleasure. The hooded man jumped down from the horse, patted its sides, and walked over to the man Annie decided to call the mean one. They started talking, and the mean one was clearly showing off his merchandise. Annie moved closer. Maybe she could get close enough in the trees to hear a bit of their chat.

“And right here, my good sir, is definitely the finest of the brood.” Grinned the mean one.

“May i see for myself?” The hooded one asked. Without an answer, he knelt down and brushed his hand over her side. The slave girl looked up in fear, and the hooded one turned away. He looked back at the mean one and seemed to scowl under his cloak.

“Sorry, but this wasn’t what i was looking for.” His words were sharp and seemed to make the air tremble. “How about the other item. Show me the crystal.”

“Of course. Just a moment.” The mean one looked a little taken aback from the rejection of his “finest”, but stepped back into the wagon. He came out shortly after, holding an ornate box. It was decorated with jewels and gold and all sorts of things that Annie had never seen before. The mean one opened it and showed the man in the hood.

Annie’s curiosity got a little better of her and she stumbled out from behind her tree.

The hooded man noticed her first. He bellowed at the guardsmen, who perked up and ran across Annie. Her heart skipped as she turned to run, but her body was trained to dance and not to run away from men who trained to run. The quickly caught her with a few strides and dragged her along the dirt towards the caravan. Annie kicked and flailed. How could she have made such a careless mistake?

“Well then. What do we have here?” The mean one smirked, glancing over the new catch.

“You can’t capture a free person and make them a slave.” Growled Annie. She tried to sound fierce despite her fear.

“We’ll see about that one,” said the guardsman on her left. He reeked of alcohol and a lack of hygiene.

“Quite the pretty one, aren’tcha.” The other guardsman grinned as Annie struggled in their grasp. One of them reached into the wagon and pulled out a pair of ankle cuffs, slipping them on with a click. The other tore off her dress and took off her dancing flats. Annie shivered slightly as the cold metal touched her skin, raising slight goose bumps along her legs.

She glared daggers at the men as they looked her over. The hooded one stood rifling through a pouch on the side of his steed.

“Let me go. I won’t tell a soul about your meeting,” hissed Annie.

“Cute. She’s a clever one too,” sneered the mean one. “Shame, since you’ll never get a chance to tell anyone about today.”

The trio laughed at her dismay, and grabbed her side to pull her into the wagon. On of the guardsmen squeezed her side and Annie shrieked, her voice ringing through the empty forest. The hooded man immediately stopped searching his bag and looked at Annie.

“Hold on. Let me take a look at her.”
He pushed the two guardsmen aside and pulled her chin up to his face. The sun blinded her as he moved his finger around to examine her face. She couldn’t see under his hood. He gently tiled her head back down and poked his finger into her belly. Annie squealed and bucked her hips back, her mind swimming from the sudden tickle. What was going to happen to her?

The hooded man reached into the horse pouch and pulled out a small sack.

“Twenty gold, like we agreed. This girl and the crystal.”

The mean one pondered for a moment, eyeing the pouch. He already meant to give away his best, so this sudden catch was probably a much better deal.

“A wonderful trade, Baron Hughes. Pleasure doing business.” The man greedily grabbed the pouch, glanced inside, and handed the ornate chest to the hooded man - Baron Hughes.

Annie took in a breath. And exhaled. Inhale. She opened her mouth to sing and was immediately gagged by one of the guardsmen who had snuck up behind her.

Dammit! She should’ve tried that earlier. Now her only way out was gone. At least for now. Annie cursed for her own foolishness, for letting herself be caught, for not trying magic earlier.

Her thoughts turned to panic as a burlap sack was pulled over her head, and her wrists cuffed together, and a collar snap onto her neck.

“Mmmmpppphfffff!”
She let out a muffled scream as she was lifted and placed onto the saddle of Hughes’ awaiting brown horse, who whinnied and snorted. Annie felt Hughes behind her and cursed as coherently through the gag as she could while the horse galloped off to places unknown.

Annie must of dozed off. She laid on her side, with the collar still on and her ankles chained together. She could feel the strange distortion from the collar- made to nullify magic, without a doubt. Probably bartered illegally too, Annie thought. She was no longer gagged, and her eyes adjusted to the sun light from a nearby window as she lifted herself off the floor. Annie was in a large room, with the open window on her right and a door to her left. She sat on the soft carpet flooring, which was nice and fluffy and seemed to wiggle under her feet and bottom as if they were trying to make her giggle. White carpet was hard to keep clean, and she was impressed for a bit until she remembered about the baron her purchased her- undoubtedly rich. At least he cared about his presentation.

“Morning.” Annie turned to see the sudden voice. She couldn’t see well behind her and struggle to turn with the ankle chains.
Annie shrieked when she felt a finger trace her back, and giggled as it lazily followed her spine, and back up again.

“Wh-ha-hat do you wa-ah-hant??” She managed to get out in through her giggling.

“I don’t know. I’ll think of something.”
Definitely Baron Hughes, thought Annie. His finger reached infront and drew circles along her stomach, causing Annie to buck her hips back into Hughes.

“Heh. He-hey. Wa-hait. Hehehe, sta-ha-hahp!” Annie wailed. She was so dreadfully ticklish. Her mother used to playfully poke her stomach, but this tickled so much more!

“Wait. I do know. What’s your name, o beautiful maiden?” He paused his torment, so that Annie could gather her breath to answer.

“Annie.” She tried to glare daggers at Hughes, but was interrupted by his fingers returning her belly torment. He stuck his finger into her belly button and wiggled it quickly, much to Annie’s dismay.

Annie’s flesh was incredibly soft. Baron Hughes thought he could twirl his finger around for hours and Annie bucked and giggled under his teasing. Annie led an incredibly pampered life, allowing magic to do most of the harsh work and spending most of her time practicing her craft. Most woman had callused hands and feet from farm work, but Annie just had to dance and sing for crops to seed and grow, which left her skin clear and incredibly sensitive- much to her dismay.

Hughes stopped his finger and turned her face to his. Annie gasped. She didn’t know what she expected, but it certainly wasn’t an incredibly handsome man. Rugged, slight facial hair, and a muscular figure that would make any tavern wench wet with lust. Hughes led an incredibly healthy and active lifestyle, often leading his own personal army on training and fitness exercises. He believed the best army needed to train their body and not the newest weaponry- something he proved correct. His army was undefeated, his fortress impenetrable, and his people incredibly well off.

Annie stared in wonder at the hunk infront of her. She felt her face blush crimson as he stuck his face closer, stealing a quick kiss on her cheek. Annie turned to look away, and Hughes chuckled.

“You’re mine now, milady.” He bowed infront of her, and took off her ankle cuffs. “Staying here will be much better than elsewhere, and i will prove that.”

Annie stood up. “I’d prefer being a free maiden.” She lifted her head proudly, acknowledging her own sudden courage.

Hughes looked at her, surprised. Then his face lit up and he grinned. “We’ll see about that, too.”

Hughes snapped his fingers, and two maids came forth from the door. They gestured for Annie to follow, and promptly escorted her out. Hughes’ eyes were on Annie’s body, eyeing all of the ticklish spots on his beautiful unsuspecting prey.

The maids led her into the bathing area. She stood infront of a large circular pool, with steps going down the sides. Annie stood nude as the maids busied themselves by taking out various bottles and brushes and all sorts of contraptions onto the pool deck. They seemingly pulled open drawers from the wall, cabinets from the floor, all from hidden compartments around the room. Then, the maids gestured without a word for Annie to walk into the pool. Annie nodded, silently thanking them, and waded into the water- which was surprisingly warm and held a soothing current.

She sat in the water up to her fair sized breasts (around a large C-cup to todays standards which weren’t a thing during Annie’s time) and absentmindedly relaxed as the water washed away her fatigue. She had gone through a lot the past day, and really appreciated this break. She sighed and enjoyed the warm waves wash over her skin. There was a faint aroma, some fruit scented oil that was probably infused with the bath water. Then the door opened and in walked Hughes.

Hughes looked even more magnificent in the nude. Annie caught herself eyeing his body, and turned to sink deeper into the water to hide the blood rushing to her face.
“Why, hello there,” chuckled Hughes. He was strangely friendly for one who owned her, as Annie had thought that she would be heavily abused and tossed aside frequently. He sat down opposite to her and opened up one of the bottles on the side, pouring out thick soap. He rubbed it over his hands, making thick bubbles, and blew some towards Annie. They fell short, landing infront of her bosom and dissolving into the water. Annie smirked and clasped her hands together, making a small circle with her palms before pumping them together. This made a small spurt of water fly across the pool into Hughes’ face. He mocked an angry scowl.

“You’ll pay for that, young lady.” He snarled. He grinned widely as he waded through the pool and sat down beside Annie, who blushed and turned away. True, she was his captive. But he really was quite attractive to Annie, who already thought of him as an ideal partner if she were still free.

Hughes grabbed the bottle of soap again, letting the viscous liquid drip through his fingers into the pool. Then, without warning, dug his slippery fingers into Annie’s sides. Annie shrieked! She bucked forward into the wall and fell back into Hughes, laughing from the sudden assault. He was tickling her again?

“Haayha? WAAHAAAITT NAhaha! Aha! Wait! Staahp!” Annie wailed.

She sputtered as his fingers ran up and down her sides, pausing to squeeze her hips, or to scribble in her ribs. He paused for a moment, letting Annie readjust her position. He quickly grabbed one of the contraptions, which were essentially leather straps with chains to the ceiling, and slid them onto her wrists. Her arms were pulled up and held taut before she realized how exposed she was.

“Wha? Wait you’re not going t-AH HAHAH NOOOOOOOOO!”

Annie screamed as Hughes mercilessly dug into her armpits.

“NAHAAHT THERE! PLEHEHEEse! WAAAHAAITHAHAAAHAHAHA!”

Annie felt tears flow from her eyes. Lord, save her! It tickled so badly! Hughes’ nails were free to scribble and scrape at her sensitive underarms, much to her torment. Hughes simply grinned as Annie screamed and bucked. He picked her up and plopped her into his rock hard abs, crossing his legs over Annie’s, which allowed his hands to seek out whatever ticklish targets from behind her.

“HAHAHAAAHHAAHAHHAAA WAAAIIIIHAHAIT! NONONOAHAHAHAA!”

This somehow made her even more sensitive, as she struggled to buck and squirm from his touch. His legs held her lower body fast, and she couldn’t move away from his torturous grasp. He scribbled into her hollows. He counted her ribs. His fingers dipped into her belly button as the other poked her belly. Hughes was a master tickler, alright. And Annie was facing his wrath, wheezing and cackling from his touch.

“You seem to be having a lot of fun for someone being punished, don’t you think?” Hughes whispered into her ear. Annie shivered from the wind tickled her ears and neck, but burst into wild laughter as his hands shot back into her armpits, digging in with wild abandon.

“HHAAAAAHAHAHHAHAA NOAHAHHAANOAHAHAAMOAAHAA!”

Hughes stopped, poured out more soap, and rubbed it onto Annie’s heaving chest. He nibbled light on her neck and ears, making Annie feel the heat rise to her face. His fingers expertly massaged and lathered all over her upper body, making Annie coo and mumble as she fell victim to his sensual attack.

“Hhnnn! Oh!”

Annie gasped as his palms rubbed into her breasts. His fingers expertly took her nipples and rubbed them tenderly. To Annie’s surprise, they were already hard. Since when? From the tickling? Her thoughts turned to mush as his fingers flicked and his palms pushed into her tender undersides. Annie was no stranger to pleasure, as she had frequently brought herself to unsatisfactory finishes. But Hughes was an expert, and knew exactly what Annie wanted. Soon enough, Annie was moaning loudly and quivering as she felt more pleasure than she knew she could.

“Nu-uh! Not yet, my dear. We still have much more to do.” Hughes’ hands left her quivering body and Annie stopped herself from jutting out her breasts and whining for him to continue. She bit her lip. What had she just been doing? She couldn’t be enjoying this, she had to escape! But her mind spoke against her. Did she really need to? Wouldn’t she be able to feel like that everyday if she stayed?

Hughes lifted her off his chest, careful not to bump his excited member against her. He shifted her body so that the sat facing each other, yet still were able to lean against the poolside. Annie felt her labia moisten despite the water. She knew very well how hot she was getting.

Hughes pounced forward, pulling Annie into a wild, sensual kiss. His tongue found hers and soon Annie’s head was filled with nothing but desire. His scent was nice, overpowering even. His body’s warmth felt comforting, his large and powerful hands carefully caressing her back. Annie really did whimper as he pulled away from her.

“Well? How was that?” Hughes smiled warmly. Annie felt a pang in her heart and she tried to turn away, but was held tight by the straps on her wrists.

“I-i don’t know w-what you’re talking about.” Annie stammered. It was hard to think straight, as her body was screaming at how hot it was, how horny she felt.

Hughes frowned in mock disappointment. “Well then. I guess I’ll have to try harder then!”

Annie heard the click. Her ankles were locked together in some strange mechanism so that she balanced on her butt as her feet were held above the water. Her toes were clamped, spread apart, by intricate metal cuffs that must of taken a master craftsman several weeks to make. She felt the water lap at her groin, just under her belly. Annie eyed the bondage. It was nothing like shed ever seen before, with strange metal pieces and carvings.

Hughes smiled in earnest, popping the cap of the bottle. He licked his lips out of her sight, imagining the torment he’d be able to inflict on her cute size 7 feet. They certainly were very well kept, and he traced the shapely arches and delightfully long toes with his gaze. He poured the thick soap all over her feet, teasingly wiggling a finger over her toes but not quite touching her.

“Heheehee. Noo no! Not there! Pleheheeas!”

Hughes playfully raised an eyebrow. “Im not even touching you yet.”

Annie knew her feet would be the worse spot. Her magic came from the air and from the earth. Air for her voice, and earth for her dance. The power of earth flowed through her body from one foot to the other, and wherever magic was concentrated...

“WHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAHHAHAHAAA! NOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!”

Annie screamed so loudly that Hughes jumped and stopped immediately. He had dug his nails into her soles, but didn’t expect her sensitivity to be this insane.

Annie gasped and struggled for air. Her dancing everyday had made magic run through her nervous system many times, so that her feet were so incredibly tender, so incredibly TICKLISH!

“Oh dear me. Looks like we’ve found somewhere terribly, haven’t we?” Hughes mocked her playfully.

“Please! No! Anywhere but my feet! I beg of you! I yield! No more!” Annie pleaded and begged. She knew she would be long past broken if he truly tormented her creamy soles.

Hughes frowned. He didn’t want his beautiful new toy to break, and definitely did not want Annie to actually suffer. Her feet seemed too tender to take hard tickling like his nails or a hair comb. He looked around the room, and idea forming. He grinned wickled at Annie, who stared back in horror. With great grace, he lifted himself out of the pool, picked up something that Annie couldn’t see, and stepped back down infront of her.

Hughes kissed Annie again, pulling her body close and rubbing his hands on her back. He whispered in her ear.
“I will not harm you. I promise. Just bear it as much as you can, alright? And when yo can bear it no longer, you may cry Uncle.”

Annie swallowed. Hard. Hughes had given her a safeword, which she planned to use right away. But part of her wanted to feel what he’d do, to enjoy his touch, to laugh and scream and beg as he played with her super sensitive feet.

Then she felt the soft bristles of the scrubbing brush.

“HAUhah? WAAIHAIT HAHAAA NOAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHHAHA AHHAHA HAH AHAAAHAHAHh HAAHA!”

She screamed, louder than before, and tried pull her feet from the relentless assault. Hughes had taken a soft brush and was scrubbing her heels. He grinned as her laughter rang along the walls, sending vibrations through the air of the castle. He scrubbed her soles, brushed the balls of her feet, and twisted in and around her toes, all while Annie could do nothing but scream and wail in ticklish agony.

“HHAHAAAAHAHHAAA NIOAHHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAA PLEAAAAHAHASSE MEHERHRRECCYHAAA!”

Annie tried to buck, tried to escape, to pull away from the delicious sensations invading her body. She screamed as Hughes brushed in between her toes, and fell back to loud cackling as he scrubbed soap along her insteps and the tops of her feet. Then without warning, he flipped the brush and scrubbed her soft arches wildly.

“HAHHHAAHAHAHA AHHAHA AHAHAHAHAAHH HAAAAAA HAHAHAAAA! HaHahaa pffmf! unnhhnnggff uunnggnhfhf!”

Annie was starting to struggle to breath. She could barely laugh, much less cry uncle or to beg for mercy. Annie could feel each individual bristle on her feet, and her mind (and lungs) screamed for mercy as she started to sputter. Tears streamed down her face as the bristles raked her creamy arches and soft spots. Hughes, sensing her weakening, immediately stopped. He popped a different bottle, poured out aromatic oil, and immediately started rubbing her feet.

Annie’s chest heaved as she gasped for sweet oxygen. That had felt wonderful! Wait, what? She had gone through the worst moment of her life, yet she enjoyed it? Annie yelped as Hughes pushed into her arch, and cooed as he slid over her sole. This was a completely different sensation, and Annie soon found herself moaning softly to Hughes’ massage.

God, why didn’t he take her already? Annie still had her maiden head intact, never having tried penetrating herself. Now, she found herself using all her willpower to stop herself from begging her tormenter to take her, to plunge deep within her and sate her arousal. She eyed Hughes hungrily as he happily rubbed her soles, clearly aware of her swollen nipples and her spread labia. Meeting her eyes, he smiled in a way that made Annie’s lower parts twitch, and reached over to a strange metallic rectangle. He pressed a button, and Annie’s ankle cuffs spread apart. They exposed her awaiting pussy, and bent her knees so that her feet were eye level to Hughes’ head.

“P-please. I n-need it.” Annie managed to gasp. She’d never felt so hot in her life before! If it weren’t for the pool water, one would probably be able to smell her arousal from outside the hallway. And she would’ve been so wet that the deserts of Calitornio would be drenched!

Hughes knelt infront of her begging clitoris, already out of its hood and twitching for attention. Then he looked up and grinned evilly at Annie. He pulled his hand out from behind his back, revealing a stiff hawk feather.

Annie’s eyes went wide as Hughes teased her labia. Using one hand, he spread her slick lips apart and used his other to flick the insides of her sensitive skin, careful not to touch her clit. Each flick sent shivers through Annie’s spine.

“Ah! HaAH! Oh! HeehOh!”

It tickled like crazy! But it also felt so amazing! But Annie was nowhere near satisfied. If anything, the light tracing on her pussy lips drove her even more insane with lust.

“Yo-ou OH! As-he-hole!”

“What did you say?” Hughes grinned, dragging the feather slowly around her swollen nub.

“OH! Nonono please! Don’t tease me like so, Baron!”

“Baron? Am i called that?”
Hughes flicked the feather playfully on her clit, making Annie buck and squirm with each pass.

“Master! Please! I can’t wait any longer!” Annie wailed. She was so desperate for something, for anything to relieve her of her burning itch.

“Please. Hughes is just fine.” With that, he pulled her in for a fierce kiss, and entered Annie with ease.

“Ohhh yeeeessssssss!!”
Hissed Annie.

Hughes fit her perfectly. Annie’s mind went blank as her body welcomed the newfound pleasure. She tried to wiggle her hips, and Hughes chuckled and reached up to her breasts. Instantly she was reduced to a moaning wreck, as his skilled fingers played with her nipples and kneaded her breasts. Hughes loved the feeling of her tender flesh shudder under his touch. He started rocking his hips back and forth, eliciting crazed gasps and mews from his cute plaything. His member fit perfectly, thick enough to reach and rub against her g-spot, sending wild pangs of pleasure through Annie’s craving body. He was neatly shaven down there, except for small stubble. Calculated stubble, as he suddenly ground his hips forward and allowed his hair to scrape against Annie’s soft groin.

“AIEEHA! Ohhhhh yessssssss ahhnn... WHAHEE! Ahhhh! Oh!”

Annie shrieked, but continued to drown in pleasure, making Hughes chuckle as she made small cute shudders. Annie clenched her fingers (she was unable to curl her toes) and her body writhed and quivered through her first orgasm. It came thundering through her as if she were struck by lightning, making Annie scream with wild pleasure. Hughes, looking over her lovingly, trailed his hands over her thighs, past her knees, and traced right above her ankles. Annie rode her wave until it came crashing down again as she came a second time, even harder than the first. This was more pleasure than she’d ever thought of in her wildest dreams, yet deep down she wanted even more. That’s when Hughes struck her arches. Using his finger pads, he poked and prodded at the tender flesh of her soles, making Annie scream with laughter.

“AHHHHHAHAHAH! NyYEEEK! Ohhhh! Ahhhhhh! WHAHAAYiii! Oohhaaaaaa!”

Annie’s mind blared. She couldn’t distinguish between the tickling and the pleasure- it all felt SO GOOD! She came again and again, each one harder than the last, each wave going higher and higher. Then she felt her stomach contract and her thighs tighten harder than ever before, and let forth a blood curdling scream as Hughes unleashed his own build up. Annie felt him pump into her as she felt herself tighten around his dick so hard that she thought it would fall off, if it weren’t for the fact that it too fought back against her walls and gave her even more pleasure.

Annie collapsed in to Hughes’ welcoming hug as he let her out if the cuffs. She smiled and enjoyed his rubbing, his gentle kisses, his caring touch. She knew that she had fallen for him, hard. But she didn’t care. She’d love every moment she spent with him, after all.

Hughes stroked her gently until Annie fell asleep. He quietly dried themselves off, and carried Annie into his bed. He took off her collar, ready to present her to the world as his new baroness. She’d like that, Hughes thought as he dragged a finger over her sides, making her giggle lightly and murmur. He’d indulge in her body much more over the years. Kissing her forehead, he pulled the sheets over them, pulled Annie in to his embrace, and settled down to sleep.

——————-

Annie stirred the next morning, pulling the covers over her shoulder and snuggling in closer to the warmth behind her. That was a nice dream, and she lay there enjoying its afterthoughts. She stretched a little, and yawned as the warm sunlight warmed her supple skin.

“Morning, my sweet.”
Annie jumped at the sudden voice, and turned to face Hughes.

“Morning...?” She spoke cautiously. Of course it wasn’t a dream. Then she remembered and clamped her arms over her chest, looking around for some sort of cloth to hide her modesty.

“Oh don’t you worry, love. I’ve seen it all and more.” Hughes chuckled at the embarrassed Annie, who turned and blushed. Not from being shy, but from the heat rushing to her face from how amazing last night was.

“Would my royal lady wish to explore her new land?” Hughes smiled and took her hand in his.

Annie blinked. “Wait. Royal lady?”

“Of course. I’m not too content with keeping such a wonderful maiden as a slave. Nor do you seem suited to be a concubine.”

Annie blinked again. What?

“Oh come on. Just get dressed.”

Hughes laughed, gesturing towards a lavish wooden closet, undoubtedly filled with wonderful silks and cloths.

He pulled her close, kissing her deeply, before standing up and dressing himself. Annie sat, stunned.

“Well? You’d like breakfast, no?”
Hughes pulled a golden robe on, glanced over, and left the bed room. Annie slowly crawled out of bed. Did the baron really just propose to her? Some unknown woman from the country side, which was unheard of in nobility. She opened the closet, picked the plainest outfit (a soft blue dress that reached her ankles) and carefully put it on. Then she headed out into the hallway. An awaiting maid bowed, the led her for a quick morning cleanse.

Annie sat down beside Hughes, at the enormous dining table that was certainly built for more that two people. Two maids brought in plates heaped with eggs and sausages and all sorts of breakfast delights. The maids placed them down in front of Hughes and Annie, then bowed and left the room.

“How do you eat this much?” Annie asked, obviously avoiding his earlier statements.

“I’m not too sure myself.” Hughes picked up a sausage with his fork, waving it around.

“That’s quite extraordi-MMMMPPFFF!”
Annie let out a muffled squeal as Hughes shoved the sausage into her mouth.

“Tastes quite good though.”

Annie scowled and chewed. That part was definitely true. She picked up her own fork and sampled as much as she could- which wasn’t a lot to be honest.

Hughes wiped his mouth, stood up, and waved for Annie to follow.
“Come. There is much to see today.”

Annie scowled mischievously. “Oh come on. We’ve all the time in the world.”

Hughes grinned. Was that a yes already?

Annie thought for a moment, then gasped. “Oh, uh not exactly...”

Hughes let out an exaggerated sigh, which contrasted with his wide smile. Then he swooped over and picked up a surprised Annie.

“Well then. I may just need to spend a few more days, don’t I?”
He squeezed her waist slightly, before carrying her out of the castle.

“Do you know how to ride?”
Hughes gestured to a familiar black steed.

“Not entirely, but I’m confident not to fall if we go slowly.”

“Then ride with me.” Hughes turned to the horse. “You hear that, Turnip?”

Annie nearly fell to the ground, clutching her belly from her laughter. Turnip? This magnificent black steed, and he named her Turnip?

The horse huffed, flipping its head away in disdain.

“Sorry. I just didn’t expect that.” Annie wiped away tears. Hughes mocked an angry scowl. “Turnip says apology not accepted.”

Hughes jumped onto Turnip’s back. “Well? Get on then.”

Annie spent the afternoon exploring the fief. Everywhere they went, the people seemed happy, and ran out to greet Hughes with warm smiles and gifts. All were clearly content under his lordship.
The farmlands were wide and flowed with leafy greens and colorful fruits. A four year system, Hughes had explained. Four different crop rotations helped with the fantastic yield. Annie enjoyed a nice picnic of neatly cut sandwiches, then rode with Hughes to the market place.

Incredibly... busy. The market place was filled with merchants calling out their wares, and haggling villagers.

“Crazy isn’t it?”
Hughes hopped off Radish.

“Breathtaking. Just not in the way i’d like it.”

“The market is a hub. Explorers often pass by here, which is why so many merchants sell armor and weaponry.”

“Smells more like meat than metal.” Said Annie, sniffing at the air.

Hughes grinned. “I’ll be back in just a moment.”

Annie stepped down from Radish, who whinnied and stomped.

Annie took a deep breath. It was quite stuffy, with dust smothering the air from the trampled dirt. But Annie had other ideas.

Magic. She needed to feel it again. Last night, she felt her nerves run wild. Never had she felt so vulnerable. So helpless. So... amazing! But it felt strange to be unable to control her voice and breath, with or without magic.

She took a short breath, not wanting to breathe too much dust, then started to hum softly. She felt the air run through her fingertips, lightly running through her hair and spiraling around her. Nearby children stopped playing and watched as the dust spun around her.

Annie took another breathe, deeper since the dust had gone from her face. She let the air around her expand, clearing the space and allowing fresh air to flow.

“And one for you, sweet.”
Hughes handed her a skewer of meat and vegetables.

Annie jumped, surprised. The air stopped swirling, and the dust settled down onto the packed dirt, waiting to be kicked up again. The children looked at each other, then resumed swatting at each other in a game of tag.

“More food? We just had lunch.”

“You call that lunch? That’s just a mere snack!” Hughes scoffed, biting off a piece of chicken from the skewer.

Annie bit into it as well. Hughes whispered into her ear.
“Hmm. Quite nice. But I believe you’d be much juicier.”

Without warning, he gnawed playfully on the side of her neck.

“Hey! Hehe stop that!”
Annie felt her face flush.

“Well then lets get going! I’ve got meat with my name on it waiting to be tastes!” Hughes bellowed, with a gleam in his eyes.

Annie pressed her head onto Hughes as they rode back. Living with him wouldn’t be too bad... she’d have freedom once she got used to it, and Hughes seemed to be more than capable in many aspects.

“So you sing quite well, don’t you?” Hughes spoke softly. “A magic from your voice... I thought I’d seen it all.”

Annie nodded against his back, pressing her cheek close.
“No wonder your laughter is so sweet. I wonder if how your magic reacts when i tickle you silly?”

Annie jerked her head from his back. “Not again! I can’t take another second of it!”

Hughes chuckled. “You say that, but i can feel two nubs on my back.

That was true. Annie could feel her nipples hardening the second he teased her. Annie felt the warmth rushing to her face, and the wind through her hair. Then she had an idea.

Annie called for the wind, quietly humming to herself as the air blew wind from behind.
“Oh, knock it off young lady.”
Hughes reached a hand behind him and squeezed her hip.

“HIIEk! Hughes!”
The wind she had called instantly evaporated, as if trying to get away from being touched.

“Now that’s interesting...” Hughes said. “Looks like I have some experimenting to do.”

The stablehand took the black steed, and the Hughes took her hand as they walked through the castle halls. Hughes wouldn’t stop poking her sides, and Annie was already red-faced and giggly as the walked into the room.

A strange stone room, illuminated by the red sun that sank slowly into the sea. There was a large chandelier, and burning candles on the each wall. There was another mechanical miracle- a strange padded stock the had arms held out to the sides and a seat that would probably holding her legs out together. A metal bucket of water waited on the left. Beside it was a simple two door drawer, and a small wooden stool that Annie doubted could hold Hughes’ weight.

“Ahem. Now then, Annie. Please strip so that I may run my test procedures.”

Annie crossed her arms, playfully tiling her head away in defiance.
“I’ve had enough of that! I refuse!”

Hughes sneered. “Oh. We’ll see how that works out.”

Hughes scooped her up with ease, plopping her down on the padded chair. Quite comfortable, actually. Annie didn’t bother struggling as her arms were tied- she was far too excited to feel his touch, to be helpless to his ticklish agony.

“I think you’ll enjoy tonight much more, my love.” Hughes whispered as he strapped her thighs together. He buckled down her leg methodically, then suddenly slammed the thick pads over her ankles. Annie jumped, alerted from the sudden reaction, then giggled nervously as he took each toe and tied them neatly so that she wouldn’t be able to move an inch of her sensitive feet.

“Now then. I believe you’ve never been through a pedicure, right?”
Hughes chuckled as he opened up the first compartment of the drawer, revealing pumice stones, cleaning brushes, and lotions. He took the stool and sat down infront of her feet. He flicked off the blue flats she had chosen in the morning.

Annie then remembered how badly it tickled. “Wait! Milord! Go slowly! Not my feet!” Annie begged. Inside, excitement welled up and threaten to burst out. Hughes winked and took the cleaning brush.

“Now then. Why don’t we see how long you can last without lasting, shall we?”

Annie tried to buck and wiggle her toes, but the binds were too precise. Hughes simply smiled as he dipped the brush into the water bucket, then slowly ran it over her soles.

“Aa-aah! Pfffftt! Ahhahaha!
Annie shook her head wildly as the bristles ran over her flesh. It slowly teased her toes and heels, then suddenly raked her soles and arches and made her fling her head back and scream.

“Oh dear. That was almost instant! How will you survive the rest of the night?”
Hughes mocked her as he dipped into the water, then ran the brush over and over her feet, alternating between each sole. He ravaged her arches, which trembled as the bristled scratched at the skin. Annie wailed and begged for mercy.

“PLEEHHEAASSEE! AHAHHAAHAHAH! MEHARHAHCY!”

“Oh alright. I’ll go easy for now.” Hughes tossed the brush aside. Annie’s chest heaved as she recovered from the tickling. Lord, why were her feet so ticklish?

Hughes grabbed the pumice stone. Then he stood up, craning his head over to kiss Annie, who accepted it passionately. Hughes quickly pulled back, and started to roll the stone over her heels.

“Whaha? Aheeehehe... AHAA! Hehehehee stop! Ahehehee!”
Annie giggled madly as the the stone removed her dead skin. Each stroke felt more and more sensitive as her already soft flesh was pumiced. She tried really hard not to laugh, but Hughes would suddenly run the stone over her soles each time she managed to suppress herself. This caused her to squeal and burst into wild giggles.

“Mmmhmmm. So soft! I bet they feel quite tender now.” Hughes hummed softly as he ran the pumice between her toes, over the balls of her foot and into the arches. Annie tired to pull her foot away, but the stone seemed to follow her wherever she went (though, there wasn’t really any movement to follow).

Finally, Hughes placed down the stone. Annie giggled as the cool air teased her feet, making her skin tingle. Her soles, which used to be light pink, now flushed and were almost red. Hughes grabbed a lotion bottle.

“You’re doing quite nicely this time, don’t you think? How do you feel?”

“I’ve felt better.” Annie gasped. Hughes had started to rub the lotion into her feet. His hands had warmed the lotion, and her foot bottoms were incredibly sensitive. Annie swore her feet were erogenous organs as she felt him rub wonders into her skin.

“How about now?”

“Mmmmmm...” was the only reply.
Hughes grinned, and suckled on her two big toes. He slowly licked and sucked each toe, letting his thumbs press into the supple skin and pushing along her soles. Annie mewed and cooed at the sensual assault.

“I think somebody is enjoying this too much. Don’t you?”
Hughes started gnawing on her toes, pressing his bails against the slippery but creamy skin of her arch.

“Wha? NonONONOWAHAHAAA! HUGHEAAH! AHAHAAHAHAAHA!
NO! STHAHAAPP!”
Annie was torn apart. Please no! Just go back to the worshipping, please!
Annie twisted and squirmed from the waist up, trying to desperately take her mind off of the wild tongue gliding up and down her feet, wiggling from her heel all the way up to her toes, then back down. All while his other two hands explored the other foot, scratching wildly at the hyper sensitive flesh that still tingled from the pumice stone. But lord, did she enjoy it! She loved how her nerves blazed and how she screamed and begged for him to stop.

“It’s true! This meat is absolutely divine!”
Hughes scraped and nibbled at her skin. He was fascinated with how his teeth bounced back, how soft her skin felt on his fingertips, and how her voice rang through him as he played with his favourite pair of toys. Hughes tickled and tickled, until he could tell she was weakening. Then he tickled some more, even harder than before, which led to even crazier laughter. He shouldn’t torture her much more...

Hughes rubbed her feet a few times, then stood up and walked behind her. “That’s enough foot torment... for now.”
Annie gasped for air, grateful for the break. The sunlight shone over her glistening face and matted hair. Hughes slowly unlaced her blue dress, slipping the fabric through the binding. Then her tightened it a little more, tossing the cloth to the side.

“Now then. I believe now is the time for a little extra experimenting.” Hughes loosened the binding around her ribs slightly. “My dear, would you like to sing for me?”

Annie raised an eyebrow, but took in a few deep breaths. She looked at Hughes quizzically, then sang a few short notes. Hughes instantly dug his fingers into her ribs, which made her arch and shriek.

“Not that way my dear. Try with magic.”

Annie’s heart fluttered as she tried to get her breathe together. In and out, then slowly...

Annie let her voice dance with the air, which seemed to vibrate around her and make the candles flicker. Hughes grinned and dug into her rubs once more, scribbling all over her armpits and then squeezing her sides.

“NOOO! WAHAHAAH! I CAHAHAN’T!”
Annie cried and bucked, but his fingers followed her heaving chest as she squirmed to get away.

The air seemed to laugh with her, and the candles flames danced as her voice penetrated the stone walls.

“Hmmm. Neat. What else can i do?”
Hughes tickled his way down her skin, poking her belly, raking her inner thighs, squeezing her knees. Each made Annie buck and squeal, whereas the air shook and swirled around as she screamed.
Then Hughes raked her feet.

Hughes was blown backwards, landing sharply on his rump. A maid knocked at the door, asking if everything was alright.

“Very. Now, please refrain from disturbing us again.” Hughes stood up, dusting himself off. “Now then. I don’t think you knew you could do that.”

“Im so sorry dear! Are you okay?”

Hughes grinned. “I’ve felt better.”

He opened the second door of the drawer, revealing a strange white ball attached to a thick stick.
“I call it a Hitachi wand. Or a vibrator. Nobody really knows what this is.”
Hughes grinned as he pressed a button on the side. The ball hummed to life. “I think you’ll like it.”

He stuck it between her thighs, onto her moist slit. Annie bucked at the sudden feeling. True to its name, she felt the vibrations shaking her inviting lips all the way in. Annie arched her back and stifled a moan. The air stopped moving, to Hughes’ surprise. The pleasure must of stopped it, he noted.

“Now then. I believe I must punish you for that. Do you have anything to plead?”

Annie’s eyes widened. She licked her lips in anticipation, and opened her mouth to protest. But Hughes pressed the button on the stick and Annie let out a wild moan. She could feel the vibrations shaking her ample breasts! Annie’s head fell to the side as she felt the vibrator tease her.

Hughes pulled out a remote. Annie had definitely never seen 21st century technology before. A few brushes and rollers came out from behind the chair, and the proceeded to scrape against the nearest exposed skin.

“Ooooohh mmmmmmAH! WAHAHAHAA! NOAHAHA! OOOH! AHAH!”
Annie screamed, desperately wriggling to get away from the sudden assault. She just wanted to enjoy the new toy, but the brushes were intent on scraping her exposed armpits and sides. One devilish brush found her belly button, and spun evilly inside which made her cackle and cry.

Annie felt her arousal grow to new bounds. Yes, the vibrator felt amazing, nothing like she’d ever known (in her short experience, of course) but the tickling made it hard to concentrate on one, and each touch made it impossible for her to do more than cackle, with the occasional squeal.

“Hmmmm. Maybe a little more stimulation, alright?”
Hughes pressed the button again, and the vibrations shook her entire body. Annie definitely felt that, and started to grunt madly in reply.

“Whoops. A little too much.”
Hughes lowly traced a finger down her leg. Annie wouldn’t have noticed it over the brushes scraping her armpits, but she’d been expecting his next trip to his favourite destination.

“MMMMMMooHH! OOH! Ahh.. AHHAHA! NO! WAHAHHAHA! AIIEEEEEE!” Annie couldn’t help but scream. It was just too intense for her. The second her started digging his nails into her soft soles, brushes had found her nipples and tickled her areolae. Her knees were squeezed by hands she couldn’t see through her tears, the vibrator screaming through her brain, and his fingers.. OH NOT THERE! The fingers! Sliding in and out of her soles, scratching over the balls and his tongue sucking on each toe. Annie whipped her head back and forth and screamed. And screamed. The wheezed and her chest heaved up and down as she shook wildly with silent pleading.

Hughes pressed a few buttons on the remote. The tickling stopped, and she felt her nipples being pinched. Her breasts were massaged, rolling the flesh between a second pair of hands. She gasped for air, and moaned loudly as Hughes rubbed her feet slowly. She needed this. She needed more!

Annie opened her eyes, pleading Hughes. Hughes knew that look of utter desperation. Of utter lust. Of incredibly need. He pressed a few buttons, and the leg straps split into two, spreading her legs and inviting him into her dripping pussy. Hughes gladly took off his own garments, revealing his starved member that begged to ravage.

The pads bent her legs back so that her knees were almost beside her breasts. The wand had fallen from the spread, and was picked up by a stray hand which turned it off and placed it aside. Hughes kissed Annie, letting his finger pads lightly roam around her soles. She giggled lightly, her breath heavy and husky, desperate for him to stop teasing.

Hughes plunged in slowly, easing his way in despite the incredible slickness. The hands at her nipples started to roll them in earnest, pulling up and down so that her breasts followed suit. Annie clenched her hands and let out a wild grunt, before mewing in content and relaxing into its touch. Hughes started to thrust in and out.

“Ah.. OH! Unnff! OH! MmmOH! Yes! YES!”
The teasing had taken its toll, and she was fast approaching the peak of her climax. Hughes kept thrusting, but raised his hands so that they had free reign over her soles. Instantly, Annie felt the touch. Lord, it tickled like mad! But the pleasure over took it by far. Her lips cracked into a smile just as she screamed, releasing her juices to flow from her crevice. But Hughes had much more coming.

Annie’s mind spun for a few moments, reeling from the impact of the intense climax. Then she squealed and burst into wild giggling, intertwined with her moaning. The climax made her feel more sensitive... more ticklish! His nails were drawing lazy patterns across her arches as she bucked and grinded against his stiff shaft. Annie came again, giggling madly through the whole thing. Annie already knew Hughes had more.

She heard the click of the remote, and screamed when the brushes return. All over her body, in almost every spot imaginable. Her butt cheeks were spread apart, bristles exploring the ticklish crack and spinning into her butthole. Her nipples were pulled taut and every inch of her breasts were scrubbed. The scraping underneath her knees were tickling her silly. She tried to clench her muscles, to stop any brush at all, but they slipped in no matter how she moved, and she was reduced to screaming once more.

And then she came. Her entire body contracted, her slim figure quivering and convulsing. They tickled all the way through, and Hughes just kept thrusting and thrusting, ramming wildly deep into her. She didn’t even feel him release inside her. She could only feel her mind melt as her skin screamed as loudly as she did. Annie could feel her stomach shaking, unsure whether she was laughing too hard or if she was cumming so hard her womb that shook in her belly.

Annie collapsed into a giggling and gasping mess. Hughes quickly untied her, holding her limp body against his own warmth. The sun had set long ago, and the room was illuminated by candlelight. After giving her a cup of water to drink, he sat down on the floor, with Annie crumpled in his lap. He kissed her slowly, giving her repeated pecks and cuddling her in his arms.

“Have you decided?”

“Hmmm? Mmmm...” Annie murmured.

Hughes stroked her hair slowly. “You know what im talking about.”

“Mmmmm... I don’t think you need to ask.” Annie mumbled, enjoying her blissful state. “I think you might need to convince me a bit more tonight...” she giggled.
 
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