<a href= 'https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?340395-War%92s-End-The-Soldier-and-the-Farmhand-Part-1(F-M)'> Part 1 </a>
<a href= 'https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?340440-War-s-End-The-Soldier-and-the-Farmhand-Part-2-(F-M)'>Part 2</a>
<a href= 'https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?340510-War-s-End-The-Soldier-and-the-Farmhand-Part-3-(F-M)'>Part 3</a>
<b>Part of the War’s End universe. For more War’s End stories please look at:
<a href= 'https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?321987-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-One-(F-M)'> The Princess and the Rebel (F/M) </a>
<a href='https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?323561-War%92s-End-The-General-and-the-Traitor-(F-M-crowd-M)'> The General and the Traitor (F/M, crowd/M)</a>
<a href='https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?326106-War%92s-End-The-King-of-Traitors-Part-1-(F-M)'> The King of Traitors (F/M) </a>
Happy reading!</b>
“I have the money.” Casper dropped the coin pouch onto the dining table with a heavy thud.
“Hmm?” Pa looked up. “You have forty gold?”
“And for fixing the chair, and for new clothes.” He pulled the string off the purse and flipped it so the pile of gold and silver spilled across the tabletop.
“Where on gods’ earth did you get that money, son?”
“From a friend,” he retorted. “Now do I still have to marry Fiera?”
Pa sagged. “I’m sorry, but that’s already set.”
“What?” Casper bristled. “You said I could buy the land from you for forty gold! Here’s forty gold!” He shoved the coins toward Pa. “Give me the farm!”
“The thing is, son, the price has gone up.”
“What?! To what?”
“One hundred gold.”
“Are you joking?” Casper’s voice gave out. “You said forty.”
“Well, the land trade wasn’t equal. Mason wanted the land and I don’t have money for retirement, so the deal was the land and you marrying Fiera for one hundred gold.”
“You <i>sold</i> me?” he screamed. “How could you sell me to that… that <i>bitch!”</i>
“Language, Cas.”
“I don’t give a damn! I’d rather you sell me into the gladiator circuits!” Casper sloppily gathered up the money, shoved it into the coin pouch, and stomped to his room.
Tammi surely would have noticed her money was missing by now. But there was nothing to be done.
After a long while, the candles in the kitchen were snuffed out. Casper pressed a fist to his growling stomach and, grabbing the glowing lantern on his bedside table, made his way back downstairs.
The stew was still warm, so he ladled some into a bowl and sat down at the table, eating under the weak lantern light.
He was trapped. He’d alienated his one way out, and he was still doomed to a fool’s marriage with Fiera.
He stuck one more spoonful in his mouth, then almost choked as a knuckle rapped against the porch door.
He skittered to the door as quietly as he could manage, wincing as the old hinges protested its use. Tammi stood on the dim porch, a snide smile lighting her face. “Someone stole from me.”
He lowered his head and held out the coin pouch. “I’m so sorry.”
“Seems it went well.” Tammi took the purse.
“It didn’t.” Casper tightened his lips. “He sold me to Fiera’s father for one hundred gold.”
She hissed. “That’s awful. So do you still want to stay on this farm?”
“No. Not at all.” He shook his head. “What about you? When are you leaving?”
“I was planning on going tonight. At least, until I noticed a certain farmhand stole my supplies.”
“I’m sorry,” Casper repeated.
“You better be.” Tammi turned her nose up, a smile forming as an idea crossed her mind. “Now thieves must be punished.”
He scoffed. “Yeah, says the soldier who’s commanded our barn—”
“Kneel,” Tammi pointed.
“Kneel?” Casper dropped to his knees at her feet, ducking his head. “Yessir.”
“As a battalion commander, I find you guilty of petty thievery. By my judgement, I sentence you to one week of hard labor.”
“What?” Casper sat up. “Tammi, I’m a farmhand. Hard labor is all I do.”
“Not that type.” Tammi held his chin, pulling him to his feet. “I think you’re going to escort me to the capital. And maybe I’ll punish you properly at night.”
“Punish—” Casper squealed as she prodded his side, and the idea clicked. “Oh no. Please don’t. I beg you—”
“If you hated it so much, why did you steal from me?” She smiled. “Now, let’s start night one of seven, shall we?”
Casper reddened, glancing back at the farmhouse, then trailed Tammi through the weeds with his head in his hands.
“What’s the matter?” Tammi held the barn door open for him.
He wiped the tears from his eyes as he stepped onto the warped floorboards. “I just… I can’t believe it. That Pa would do that to me. And that you would actually take me with you.”
“Ah ah ah.” She stepped around him, rope in hand. “I’m taking you as punishment for stealing from me.” She cinched his wrists together.
“Right,” he murmured. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me just yet.” She flipped the far end of the rope over a beam and pulled his arms over his head until he struggled to touch the floor.
“Ah— Tammi—”
“Nope.” She pressed a finger to his lips. “Captain.”
“Yes ma’am. Cap’n.”
“Wow, did I miss the way country boys said that.” She looked up for a moment. “Not gonna change anything, though.”
“Yes, Cap’n.”
“You do know how to suck up, don’t you?” She leaned in to smile in his face. “Shame it won’t buy you any mercy.”
And she drilled her fingers into his armpits.
Casper squealed and lurched away, swinging until his toes hardly grazed the warped straw. Tammi laughed at the way her marionette danced, dodging around him and goosing his sides. He squealed again, but only swung into another of Tammi’s attacks. After a few moments Casper managed to plant the balls of his feet under himself, hanging limp in his bonds.
“I can’t, Tammi. This hurts.” He glanced up, sweat falling into his eyes. “I’m sorry, uh, Cap’n.”
Tammi paused, the manic glee in her eyes breaking as he met her eyes. She took a breath, then made her way to where she’d tied off his hands and lowered him a few inches. “Better?”
He gasped as his heels met the wood. “Much.”
“Good.” She straightened, trying to return to character. “Now we can see to those feet of yours.”
“What?” Casper attempted to twist around. “What do you mean? Oof!”
Tammi grinned; the crate she had found fit neatly just under Casper’s knee, raising the boy’s bare right foot. Casper gasped as she laced his calf to the box with an old blanket padding his shin. He wiggled his foot in the air, unable to move the heavy crate.
Tammi knelt beside it as he continued to wiggle frantically, then with strong fingers clamped down on his big toe and drew it back to the wood. Another gasp escaped Casper. He glanced down, unable to see much more than the back of Tammi’s armor. “No. Please, no.” He grimaced, then the flood of tears threatening to escape him spilled over. “No.”
“Wait.” Tammi jumped to her feet and spun around him, raising his chin with one hand. “Casper, are you all right?”
He nodded mutely, tears dripping off his chin and landing in the dust below his feet.
“Don’t you lie to me. If you do, I’ll make this one hundred times worse.”
“I’m not lying, I’m— I’m…”
“No. We’re done.” Tammi freed his leg, then made her way to the pulley, but thought better of it, glancing at the way he hung in his bonds. Instead she wrapped an arm around him and undid the rope around his wrists. Predictably, he slumped against her, but she staggered under his weight and led them both to a pile of hay. Annie mooed, then turned away to give the pair privacy.
Tammi ran a hand through his tangled hair. “You’re okay, Casper.”
“I-I won’t be sold,” he sobbed.
“No, you won’t. I promise.” She pressed his head against her chest. “I’m bringing you with me. I don’t care.”
“But how…”
“I’ll figure it out.” Tammi sighed against him. “I promise.”
“I’ll do my best to help.” Casper nuzzled her neck. He sat up and started to undo the buttons of his shirt, now covered in hay.
“What are you doing?” she blurted. “I’m okay—”
“Night one, remember?” He stripped off his shirt and pulled his hard member from his pants. “It’s still night.”
“You’re crazy.” Tammi stared at him as she pulled her pants to her knees. His soft features were lit by the moon, cheeks red where tears had run down them. “Absolutely— ugh— crazy.”
“Better than a fool.” Casper stroked into her again, his eyes rolling back as she squeezed him. It urged him faster, and soon they were rutting like rabbits. He grasped her shirt, almost tearing it, and groaned as she arched under him, a soft scream escaping her. Her tunnel was too much, and Casper pulled out just before a stream of white spunk spilled from the head of his cock and into the patch of hay between them. Gasping, he fell beside her as she fumbled to redress herself.
“When do we leave?” he asked.
“First thing tomorrow. Get some sleep,” she answered.
“Is this love?”
A moment passed.
“I don’t know,” Tammi said honestly. “I’ve never been in love. But I love the way you look, I love the way you act, and I love everything you do, even stealing from me.”
“I think you love me.”
“I think I love you too.”
<b>Epilogue</b>
Tammi strode into the war room. It was relatively dark, with just one long table with a single lantern flickering on its center. General Cilen stood with her back to her, staring intently at the troop movements on the blackboard against one wall. Another figure, unfamiliar to Tammi, leaned against the table. The man was tall, with olive skin and curly black hair that fell below his ears.
“General.” Tammi ducked her head, breaking the eerie silence.
“Captain Swift,” Cilen replied, casting one last glance at the board before turning to Tammi with a smile. “I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see you again.”
“It takes more than a few rebels to kill me.” Tammi nodded. “But there were many rebels, General. I fear much of Astal has fallen.” The man beside Cilen snorted. Tammi ignored him. “There is a new battle cry. David no longer leads the rebellion, rather, someone named Samuel. It’s like they’ve gotten a second wind. This war won’t be easily won.”
Cilen set her hands against the table. Bandages ran up the general’s right arm under her sleeve. “How long has it been since your last report again?”
“It’s been nearly a month since my battalion was lost, ma’am.”
“Well then.” Cilen closed her eyes. “Captain, I’d like to introduce you to a dear friend of mine.” She grabbed the man’s elbow and spun him toward Tammi. “This is Samuel.”
Samuel winked as Tammi turned to Cilen, eyes wide. “But… but we’ve—”
“We’re no longer Astal. We’re Cerces. King David and Queen Elana have nearly declared it as such. As of late, we’re fighting to reunify, not squash the rebellion.”
Tammi glanced between Cilen and Samuel. The rebel general wasn’t severe. He seemed like he’d stumbled into the position and made it his own. But he was far from threatening, and Cilen seemed honest when she introduced him as a friend. “If you believe it’s best, General, I will do my best to help. I’ll return to the troops. All hail…”
“King David,” Cilen finished as Tammi turned.
“Wait.” Samuel’s voice was quiet, but carried weight that seemed to crush Tammi.
She glanced back. “Yes?”
“I’ve heard rumors you’ve taken a prisoner. The gladiator circuits have been abolished. He can’t be sold. He’s worth nothing to you.” Samuel narrowed his eyes.
“On the contrary, he’s worth everything to me.” She offered him a smile as she closed the door. “And he will never be sold.”
A beat of silence passed, then Cilen nudged Sam. “What did I tell you?”
“She does seem promising.” Samuel glanced at the general. “Do you think she was serious about her prisoner?”
“You’ve seen how David and Elana are.” Cilen chuckled. “I’ve no doubt she meant every word.”
<a href= 'https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?340440-War-s-End-The-Soldier-and-the-Farmhand-Part-2-(F-M)'>Part 2</a>
<a href= 'https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?340510-War-s-End-The-Soldier-and-the-Farmhand-Part-3-(F-M)'>Part 3</a>
<b>Part of the War’s End universe. For more War’s End stories please look at:
<a href= 'https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?321987-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-One-(F-M)'> The Princess and the Rebel (F/M) </a>
<a href='https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?323561-War%92s-End-The-General-and-the-Traitor-(F-M-crowd-M)'> The General and the Traitor (F/M, crowd/M)</a>
<a href='https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?326106-War%92s-End-The-King-of-Traitors-Part-1-(F-M)'> The King of Traitors (F/M) </a>
Happy reading!</b>
“I have the money.” Casper dropped the coin pouch onto the dining table with a heavy thud.
“Hmm?” Pa looked up. “You have forty gold?”
“And for fixing the chair, and for new clothes.” He pulled the string off the purse and flipped it so the pile of gold and silver spilled across the tabletop.
“Where on gods’ earth did you get that money, son?”
“From a friend,” he retorted. “Now do I still have to marry Fiera?”
Pa sagged. “I’m sorry, but that’s already set.”
“What?” Casper bristled. “You said I could buy the land from you for forty gold! Here’s forty gold!” He shoved the coins toward Pa. “Give me the farm!”
“The thing is, son, the price has gone up.”
“What?! To what?”
“One hundred gold.”
“Are you joking?” Casper’s voice gave out. “You said forty.”
“Well, the land trade wasn’t equal. Mason wanted the land and I don’t have money for retirement, so the deal was the land and you marrying Fiera for one hundred gold.”
“You <i>sold</i> me?” he screamed. “How could you sell me to that… that <i>bitch!”</i>
“Language, Cas.”
“I don’t give a damn! I’d rather you sell me into the gladiator circuits!” Casper sloppily gathered up the money, shoved it into the coin pouch, and stomped to his room.
Tammi surely would have noticed her money was missing by now. But there was nothing to be done.
After a long while, the candles in the kitchen were snuffed out. Casper pressed a fist to his growling stomach and, grabbing the glowing lantern on his bedside table, made his way back downstairs.
The stew was still warm, so he ladled some into a bowl and sat down at the table, eating under the weak lantern light.
He was trapped. He’d alienated his one way out, and he was still doomed to a fool’s marriage with Fiera.
He stuck one more spoonful in his mouth, then almost choked as a knuckle rapped against the porch door.
He skittered to the door as quietly as he could manage, wincing as the old hinges protested its use. Tammi stood on the dim porch, a snide smile lighting her face. “Someone stole from me.”
He lowered his head and held out the coin pouch. “I’m so sorry.”
“Seems it went well.” Tammi took the purse.
“It didn’t.” Casper tightened his lips. “He sold me to Fiera’s father for one hundred gold.”
She hissed. “That’s awful. So do you still want to stay on this farm?”
“No. Not at all.” He shook his head. “What about you? When are you leaving?”
“I was planning on going tonight. At least, until I noticed a certain farmhand stole my supplies.”
“I’m sorry,” Casper repeated.
“You better be.” Tammi turned her nose up, a smile forming as an idea crossed her mind. “Now thieves must be punished.”
He scoffed. “Yeah, says the soldier who’s commanded our barn—”
“Kneel,” Tammi pointed.
“Kneel?” Casper dropped to his knees at her feet, ducking his head. “Yessir.”
“As a battalion commander, I find you guilty of petty thievery. By my judgement, I sentence you to one week of hard labor.”
“What?” Casper sat up. “Tammi, I’m a farmhand. Hard labor is all I do.”
“Not that type.” Tammi held his chin, pulling him to his feet. “I think you’re going to escort me to the capital. And maybe I’ll punish you properly at night.”
“Punish—” Casper squealed as she prodded his side, and the idea clicked. “Oh no. Please don’t. I beg you—”
“If you hated it so much, why did you steal from me?” She smiled. “Now, let’s start night one of seven, shall we?”
Casper reddened, glancing back at the farmhouse, then trailed Tammi through the weeds with his head in his hands.
“What’s the matter?” Tammi held the barn door open for him.
He wiped the tears from his eyes as he stepped onto the warped floorboards. “I just… I can’t believe it. That Pa would do that to me. And that you would actually take me with you.”
“Ah ah ah.” She stepped around him, rope in hand. “I’m taking you as punishment for stealing from me.” She cinched his wrists together.
“Right,” he murmured. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me just yet.” She flipped the far end of the rope over a beam and pulled his arms over his head until he struggled to touch the floor.
“Ah— Tammi—”
“Nope.” She pressed a finger to his lips. “Captain.”
“Yes ma’am. Cap’n.”
“Wow, did I miss the way country boys said that.” She looked up for a moment. “Not gonna change anything, though.”
“Yes, Cap’n.”
“You do know how to suck up, don’t you?” She leaned in to smile in his face. “Shame it won’t buy you any mercy.”
And she drilled her fingers into his armpits.
Casper squealed and lurched away, swinging until his toes hardly grazed the warped straw. Tammi laughed at the way her marionette danced, dodging around him and goosing his sides. He squealed again, but only swung into another of Tammi’s attacks. After a few moments Casper managed to plant the balls of his feet under himself, hanging limp in his bonds.
“I can’t, Tammi. This hurts.” He glanced up, sweat falling into his eyes. “I’m sorry, uh, Cap’n.”
Tammi paused, the manic glee in her eyes breaking as he met her eyes. She took a breath, then made her way to where she’d tied off his hands and lowered him a few inches. “Better?”
He gasped as his heels met the wood. “Much.”
“Good.” She straightened, trying to return to character. “Now we can see to those feet of yours.”
“What?” Casper attempted to twist around. “What do you mean? Oof!”
Tammi grinned; the crate she had found fit neatly just under Casper’s knee, raising the boy’s bare right foot. Casper gasped as she laced his calf to the box with an old blanket padding his shin. He wiggled his foot in the air, unable to move the heavy crate.
Tammi knelt beside it as he continued to wiggle frantically, then with strong fingers clamped down on his big toe and drew it back to the wood. Another gasp escaped Casper. He glanced down, unable to see much more than the back of Tammi’s armor. “No. Please, no.” He grimaced, then the flood of tears threatening to escape him spilled over. “No.”
“Wait.” Tammi jumped to her feet and spun around him, raising his chin with one hand. “Casper, are you all right?”
He nodded mutely, tears dripping off his chin and landing in the dust below his feet.
“Don’t you lie to me. If you do, I’ll make this one hundred times worse.”
“I’m not lying, I’m— I’m…”
“No. We’re done.” Tammi freed his leg, then made her way to the pulley, but thought better of it, glancing at the way he hung in his bonds. Instead she wrapped an arm around him and undid the rope around his wrists. Predictably, he slumped against her, but she staggered under his weight and led them both to a pile of hay. Annie mooed, then turned away to give the pair privacy.
Tammi ran a hand through his tangled hair. “You’re okay, Casper.”
“I-I won’t be sold,” he sobbed.
“No, you won’t. I promise.” She pressed his head against her chest. “I’m bringing you with me. I don’t care.”
“But how…”
“I’ll figure it out.” Tammi sighed against him. “I promise.”
“I’ll do my best to help.” Casper nuzzled her neck. He sat up and started to undo the buttons of his shirt, now covered in hay.
“What are you doing?” she blurted. “I’m okay—”
“Night one, remember?” He stripped off his shirt and pulled his hard member from his pants. “It’s still night.”
“You’re crazy.” Tammi stared at him as she pulled her pants to her knees. His soft features were lit by the moon, cheeks red where tears had run down them. “Absolutely— ugh— crazy.”
“Better than a fool.” Casper stroked into her again, his eyes rolling back as she squeezed him. It urged him faster, and soon they were rutting like rabbits. He grasped her shirt, almost tearing it, and groaned as she arched under him, a soft scream escaping her. Her tunnel was too much, and Casper pulled out just before a stream of white spunk spilled from the head of his cock and into the patch of hay between them. Gasping, he fell beside her as she fumbled to redress herself.
“When do we leave?” he asked.
“First thing tomorrow. Get some sleep,” she answered.
“Is this love?”
A moment passed.
“I don’t know,” Tammi said honestly. “I’ve never been in love. But I love the way you look, I love the way you act, and I love everything you do, even stealing from me.”
“I think you love me.”
“I think I love you too.”
<b>Epilogue</b>
Tammi strode into the war room. It was relatively dark, with just one long table with a single lantern flickering on its center. General Cilen stood with her back to her, staring intently at the troop movements on the blackboard against one wall. Another figure, unfamiliar to Tammi, leaned against the table. The man was tall, with olive skin and curly black hair that fell below his ears.
“General.” Tammi ducked her head, breaking the eerie silence.
“Captain Swift,” Cilen replied, casting one last glance at the board before turning to Tammi with a smile. “I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see you again.”
“It takes more than a few rebels to kill me.” Tammi nodded. “But there were many rebels, General. I fear much of Astal has fallen.” The man beside Cilen snorted. Tammi ignored him. “There is a new battle cry. David no longer leads the rebellion, rather, someone named Samuel. It’s like they’ve gotten a second wind. This war won’t be easily won.”
Cilen set her hands against the table. Bandages ran up the general’s right arm under her sleeve. “How long has it been since your last report again?”
“It’s been nearly a month since my battalion was lost, ma’am.”
“Well then.” Cilen closed her eyes. “Captain, I’d like to introduce you to a dear friend of mine.” She grabbed the man’s elbow and spun him toward Tammi. “This is Samuel.”
Samuel winked as Tammi turned to Cilen, eyes wide. “But… but we’ve—”
“We’re no longer Astal. We’re Cerces. King David and Queen Elana have nearly declared it as such. As of late, we’re fighting to reunify, not squash the rebellion.”
Tammi glanced between Cilen and Samuel. The rebel general wasn’t severe. He seemed like he’d stumbled into the position and made it his own. But he was far from threatening, and Cilen seemed honest when she introduced him as a friend. “If you believe it’s best, General, I will do my best to help. I’ll return to the troops. All hail…”
“King David,” Cilen finished as Tammi turned.
“Wait.” Samuel’s voice was quiet, but carried weight that seemed to crush Tammi.
She glanced back. “Yes?”
“I’ve heard rumors you’ve taken a prisoner. The gladiator circuits have been abolished. He can’t be sold. He’s worth nothing to you.” Samuel narrowed his eyes.
“On the contrary, he’s worth everything to me.” She offered him a smile as she closed the door. “And he will never be sold.”
A beat of silence passed, then Cilen nudged Sam. “What did I tell you?”
“She does seem promising.” Samuel glanced at the general. “Do you think she was serious about her prisoner?”
“You’ve seen how David and Elana are.” Cilen chuckled. “I’ve no doubt she meant every word.”
