Chapter 15(Von)
Sethelel Cirar felt apprehensive as she stood naked on the top floor sentry platform in a night shift watch tower, watching the nightly Gwendil orgy. She needed to tell them about Safafi and the others knowing that Ynarana was a Gwendil, but she was deeply afraid, fearing for her life even.
"You are very quiet", Methi Nakzur noted, standing naked beside Sethelel.
"I am, I have much on my mind", Sethelel replied carefully.
"Did you and Ynarana have a fight?", Methi suggested.
"Not exactly, it's complicated", Sethelel replied carefully.
"You are being very mysterious", Methi said with a raised eyebrow.
"Where is Vladana?", Sethelel asked.
"You are changing the subject", Methi complained.
"Not really, if I tell you then I want to tell her too, I don't want to have to tell the same story twice", Sethelel defended herself.
"Is it something so serious?", Methi asked in surprise.
Sethelel didn't reply.
"Fine, we shall wait for Vladana to come and feed on us", Methi conceded.
Sethelel nodded gratefully and tried to think what she would say when she told everyone.
Vladana was currently in one of the other towers, vaginally feeding on Gwendils, and it would probably be a while before she visited this tower to feed.
Sethelel sighed and sat down on the floor with her back resting against a wall, legs spread out in comfort.
"That is a lovely view", Methi chuckled, looking at Sethelel's vagina.
Sethelel rolled her eyes at this remark, snorting softly.
"Don't you have a girlfriend?", Sethelel teased.
"Who me?, No, I'm still very single", Methi corrected with a wink.
"Well I DO have a girlfriend", Sethelel reminded Methi.
"What?", Methi asked innocently.
"You are hitting on me", Sethelel accused with slightly playful irritation.
"Can't a Gwendil appreciate another Gwendils vagina without being accused of hitting on her?", Methi asked mischievously.
Sethelel laughed softly at this reply.
"If I was hitting on you, you would definitely know", Methi flirted, sitting down next to Sethelel.
"I have a girlfriend", Sethelel repeated yet again in warning.
"I know you do", Methi replied playfully.
"It's not cheating if it's a threesome with both of you", Methi purred suggestively.
"I will tell Ynarana you offered", Sethelel promised with a small smile.
"I look forward to it", Methi replied fondly.
"I thought you hated me?", Sethelel mused.
"I got my revenge on you yesterday, now we are even", Methi purred.
Sethelel shuddered slightly at the memory of last night bound for hours at Methi's mercy.
"I had so much fun with your body last night, you are so ticklish", Methi flirted playfully.
"I'm glad you enjoyed my suffering", Sethelel replied acidly.
"I enjoyed touching your beautiful body, I would very much like to touch it even more", Methi purred provocatively.
Sethelel was getting wet now, but still wasn't about to cheat on Ynarana, and resisted Methi's temptations.
"(Giggles), I see that you are wet now. Do I arouse you per chance?", Methi giggled naughtily.
"I already said yes to a threesome, no need to keep pressing", Sethelel tutted.
"You are being so coy", Methi chuckled.
Sethelel was getting rather flustered, and crossed one leg over the other chastely.
"Aw, I was enjoying the view", Methi complained cutely.
"You can enjoy it again during the threesome", Sethelel informed her.
At this point another Gwendil named Asta Dekkuthar sat down next to Methi.
"I couldn't help overhearing that you are single Methi", Asta purred suggestively.
Methi giggled and nodded.
"I may be able to help in that regard", Asta flirted provocatively.
Sethelel watched with mild interest as Asta easily seduced Methi, and enjoyed the view as the pair of them had mutual oral sex with each other. They were both cute young dark elf women, black haired like all dark elves, slender and petite, lacking the generous bust of Ynarana but still perfectly fun sized.
Sethelel doubted that Methi and Asta would actually become a couple as a result of this sex, they were just being sluts having fun like Sethelel had been herself before she got serious with Ynarana.
Sethelel silently enjoyed the view of Asta and Methi at play for a while, the cute young things' faces getting shiny with juices in the candle light, both moaning very very softly so that the plantation house wouldn't hear them.
An unknown number of minutes later, Methi and Asta lay giggling half on top of each other, skin shiny with sweat and juices, completely sexually satisfied for the moment.
Sethelel softly clapped theatrically.
Methi and Asta grinned up with their shiny faces, giggling softly.
"That could have been you", Methi teased Sethelel playfully.
"Oh?, Dumping me already", Asta said with mock upset.
Methi kissed Asta on the lips happily, giggling.
"I'm so spent", Methi chuckled, resting her head on Asta's breasts and chest like a pillow.
"It's a gift", Asta chuckled proudly.
"Being in a committed relationship must be so terrible, you haven't gotten to play all night", Methi playfully mocked Sethelel.
"It has ups and downs", Sethelel unhappily conceded.
"What ups does it have to have just one person you can fuck?", Methi asked teasingly.
"Your poor new girlfriend is right here and you say such things?", Sethelel teased.
"I think we should see other people", Asta told Methi playfully.
"Fine by me", Methi replied happily, and sucked on Asta's nipple, making Asta moan.
"The free single life is more fun", Asta softly moaned at Sethelel with a naughty wink.
"I miss being able to just fuck anyone sometimes", Sethelel admitted quietly.
"Tell Ynarana, she will probably be fine with you fucking other people on the side", Methi suggested, taking her mouth off Asta's nipple.
"Is it really even still a relationship if I just fuck anyone?", Sethelel mused.
"I wouldn't know, I have never been burdened by such a relationship", Methi chuckled.
"Never?", Sethelel asked curiously.
"Well, I don't count the Gwendil predator who recruited me into the community. Apart from that old bitch I have never been faithful to anyone", Methi said with slight pain.
Asta gave Methi a sympathetic cuddle, and even Sethelel patted Methi's back sympathetically.
"I'm alright", Methi promised them.
"We should fuck some more", Methi suggested to change the subject.
"Already?", Sethelel asked in surprise.
Methi shrugged and put two fingers inside Asta.
Asta moaned softly in pleasure and gave herself to Methi's ministrations.
Sethelel was getting unintentionally nudged and kicked as the pair energetically copulated, and Sethelel stood up, walking a safe distance to an emptier area of floor on the sentry platform.
Other naked Gwendils were also present on the sentry platform, some fornicating with each other and some not, and Sethelel nodded in greeting to those that were unengaged enough to notice her.
Sethelel stood leaning her shoulder against the wall of the fully ceiling high parapet, watching the other Gwendils, enjoying the view.
Everyone was naked, including Sethelel. It was an unwritten rule that you had to be naked at these nightly orgies, even if you were just watching without participating as Sethelel was. Sethelel could put on clothes if she really wanted to, she wouldn't be punished or anything like that, but it would be considered strange and a little rude.
The Gwendils having an orgy didn't mind if you watched without participating, but they at least wanted to be able to look at you too for their own viewing pleasure. If you covered up and still watched them it would be considered very one sided, a little rude, and you would probably eventually be told to stop watching the orgy or something if you couldn't show the courtesy of being naked yourself.
Well, Sethelel guessed this at least. It had never actually happened, none of the Gwendils so far had ever actually tried wearing clothes to an orgy, that would just be considered weird.
Sethelel was not at all uncomfortable being naked in the presence of her Gwendil comrades at an orgy, all of these women had fucked Sethelel at least once at some point in the past during the old nighttime parties, (even if they may have been too drunk at the time to even remember), it was easy to not feel embarrassed with someone you had fucked.
The watch tower interior was comfortably warm from the fireplace down on the ground floor, especially on a summer night, Sethelel wasn't even close to feeling cold. In winter that might change, and the Gwendils might be forced to wear clothes, but that was not a problem for today to worry about.
The enclosed sentry platform was lit by only a single small candle on the floor in a metal candlestick holder, providing a very dim romantic lighting to the room, not at all brightly lit. The arrow slits in the walls were so tiny that it was all but impossible for anyone outside to see inside, certainly not clearly enough to even notice that the archers were naked if they could be seen at all. They had complete privacy here so long as they were quiet.
Sethelel moved to the other side of the sentry platform, and peered out an arrow slit, looking at the distant dark shape of the stone cool room. Ynarana and Torvines were inside this building, with Ynarana almost certainly bound down to the bed right now. Torvines could be doing absolutely anything to Ynarana right now and Sethelel would never be able to hear it, the building was virtually completely sound proof.
Sethelel frowned darkly at this thought, Ynarana might be being tortured right now.
Sethelel bitterly watched the building for a while, until she noticed the dark cloaked form of Vladana moving down below out of the corner of her eye.
Vladana was moving between the towers, and seemed to be heading towards Sethelel's own tower.
Sethelel rushed to the ladder trapdoor hole and whispered down to the pair of Gwendils on the ground floor who tended to the fire and manned the door.
"Vladana!", Sethelel whispered sharply down.
The pair of Gwendils down below nodded and opened the door, letting in the cloaked form of Vladana.
Vladana stopped for a while to drink blood from the vaginas of the pair of Gwendils on the ground floor, as they bit into gags to silence their orgasmic screams of pleasure, and Sethelel got wet with anticipation, vagina tingling to be bitten and fed from.
The pair of Gwendils on the ground floor were soon laying on the ground in a barely conscious pleasure haze, utterly sexually satisfied, and the vampire climbed up the ladder.
The Gwendils on the sentry platform were extremely sexually excited from the presence of their pet vampire plaything, and eagerly spread themselves open to be bitten and fed on.
Vladana pulled back her dark hood, revealing her shockingly blonde hair and ivory fangs, her stunningly beautiful face so attractive that it was like a gentle slap in the face just to look at it.
Vladana bared her fangs hungrily and approached the excited horny Methi.
"Wait…", Sethelel said hesitantly.
Vladana paused, looking at Sethelel expectantly.
"Everyone sit down, I have something to tell you all, something important", Sethelel said nervously.
The Gwendils grumbled a bit at this delay to their pleasure, but all sat down on the floor in a circle, with Vladana sitting beside Sethelel on her left.
"What is it?", Vladana asked seriously.
"Safafi Movavul is a Gwendil…", Sethelel awkwardly began.
"What?", the others all whispered in total surprise.
"She is. She confided this during girls night… Ynarana and I fucked her", Sethelel admitted.
The others just gawked silently at this admission, not saying anything.
"That story she told everyone about the carrots was a lie, I was the one who penetrated her with carrots, Ynarana helped too", Sethelel said, going pale with nerves.
"Please say something", Sethelel begged the others when the silence became deafening.
"I, I am surprised…", Asta offered to break the silence.
The others all nodded, as did Vladana.
"I was surprised too", Sethelel agreed.
"Is she part of the community in Clar Karond?", Methi asked cautiously.
"I didn't ask, she made a point of requesting not to be told anything about our community on this plantation either, no details, no names, nothing. I could only extend her the same courtesy and not ask", Sethelel admitted nervously.
The others nodded very cautiously at this.
"It's still very dangerous, you should be more careful", Methi said distrustfully.
"I was totally ambushed without warning on girls night. Safafi just openly admitted that she was a Gwendil and that she knew Ynarana and I were too. We talked for ages, we fucked, it just happened", Sethelel admitted defensively.
"As long as she doesn't talk", Methi conceded distrustfully.
Sethelel gulped guiltily.
Every Gwendil in the circle noticed the guilty gulp and scowled with suspicious hostility. Vladana alone looked calm and sympathetic.
Sethelel's nerve broke and she hugged Vladana's cloaked undead body for dear life.
"Please don't kill me!", Sethelel whispered in terror.
Vladana moved with lightning speed, putting Sethelel right in the corner and standing protectively in front of her!
"No one is killing anyone", Vladana whispered threateningly to the other Gwendils.
The others backed down fearfully, mortally afraid enough of the vampire to not show any hostility to Sethelel.
"Tell us EVERYTHING!", Methi hissed severely in a whisper.
Sethelel nodded, and fearfully told them the entire story, not sparing a single detail. She wracked her brain to remember every single word said, every gesture, everything that happened, sparing nothing.
The Gwendils were not happy. There was whispered cursing, anger, fear, the most terrible mortal fear. It was horrible, every single moment of this conversation was horrible.
Sethelel was softly weeping by the end, feeling so much fear and guilt for all of this, even though little of this was Sethelel's fault.
"That's everything I know", Sethelel whispered, sobbing.
"You waited till they left before telling us", Methi hissed angrily.
"To protect Safafi from being murdered", Sethelel whispered wretchedly.
"Smart, VERY smart!, You did it to save yourself too!", Asta accused with certainty.
"If Sethelel gets murdered, if Ynarana gets murdered, if Torvines gets murdered, Safafi and House Movavul will be able to get us all beheaded in revenge", Methi hissed hatefully.
"Sounds like checkmate to me", Vladana laughed.
"This isn't funny!", Methi hissed at the Lahmian.
"Oh but it is, and I don't blame poor Sethelel for protecting herself like this, not with how nasty you are all being about it", Vladana criticised.
"Nasty?!, She compromised us all!", Methi hissed angrily.
"Poor Sethelel did NO such thing, that was Ynarana. Sethelel is just the poor messenger delivering the bad news", Vladana pointed out.
"I'm just the messenger, I was angry too!", Sethelel frantically agreed.
"If anyone kills Sethelel over this, I will personally avenge her", Vladana warned dangerously.
Sethelel hugged Vladana and frantically thanked her as the other Gwendils blanched.
"Torvines fucking knows about us!, Do you have any idea how BAD this is?!", one of the other Gwendils named Tititi implored Vladana.
"Go talk to him yourself in the morning about it, let him know in no uncertain terms that his life is forfeit if he tells anyone", Vladana suggested.
"But then he will know for sure that we are Gwendils!", Methi cut in.
"Hide your identity in some way", Vladana suggested.
"Use me as your messenger", Sethelel offered nervously.
"That will work", Vladana agreed happily.
"Ok, you tell that misogynistic wife beating piece of excrement that if he tells ONE word, JUST ONE WORD, he is dead!, And it won't be a fast death either!, I will put a bolt in his guts and leave him to suffer for hours till it kills him!", Methi snarled.
All of the other Gwendils had very similar messages to tell Torvines.
"I will pass along these messages!", Sethelel fearfully agreed.
"Ok that is settled now. Now you must come with me Sethelel. We have to tell all of the others, I will bring you to each tower and act as your body guard", Vladana told Sethelel seriously.
Sethelel gulped, already so exhausted and afraid.
"We will come too", said every Gwendil on the sentry platform. (The two Gwendils on the ground floor were still blissfully unaware of this conversation).
Sethelel nodded wretchedly, this night was an ever worsening nightmare!
***…
Ynarana and Torvines were both dressed for work the next morning in their home, waiting for the candle clock to indicate that it was sunrise. They had already done everything they habitually did before dawn, and were just counting down the minutes on the candle clock to open the door.
"It is time", Torvines said eventually, and lifted the bar on the door, opening the door.
It was barely sunrise outside, the light orange-red, but even in this light they immediately noticed Sethelel huddled wretchedly on their doorstep. Her eyes were red from a truly excessive amount of crying…
"Sethelel?, What is this?", Torvines said in surprise.
"They know, I told them", Sethelel whispered grimly.
"Who?, Oh…", Torvines trailed off, understanding her meaning.
"Come in and talk to us", Ynarana urged, all but dragging Sethelel inside.
Torvines silently closed and barred the door behind her, and Ynarana sat the wretched looking Sethelel down on a chair, sitting with her and cuddling her soothingly.
"Torvines…", Sethelel said in a weak voice.
"Yes?", Torvines asked hesitantly, moving over to stand close in front of the seated Sethelel.
"The other Gwendils have a message directly for you, quite a lot of messages, all along the same theme…", Sethelel said weakly.
"What is the message?", Torvines asked hesitantly.
"If you tell anyone, you are dead. Not a quick death. They will shoot you in the guts with a crossbow bolt, and leave you to slowly die from the wound, with no mercy shot…", Sethelel repeated wretchedly.
Torvines blanched almost pure white from these words.
"They won't just kill you, they will torture Ynarana to death, and possibly me too…", Sethelel said miserably.
Ynarana paled in horror at these terrible words.
"I talked them out of killing both of you immediately. It was a long, LONG night. You will be watched closely from now on. Tell no one if you want to live…", Sethelel said exhaustedly, and began weeping.
Torvines looked as terrified as Ynarana felt, absolutely pale white with fear.
"Tell them that I will tell not a soul", Torvines said fearfully to Sethelel.
"I will tell them", Sethelel promised.
"Do they all know?", Ynarana asked numbly.
"Before this day is done the word will have spread to all, this day will be a nightmare", Sethelel said wretchedly.
"Will they kill us?", Torvines asked fearfully.
"They won't because of one reason. The parents know and are safely back in Clar Karond beyond their reach. If we all disappear, they fear that Safafi and Tovonnith will expose them all to be beheaded, or that House Movavul will personally hunt them down. That is the only reason they didn't kill me last night", Sethelel said brokenly.
Torvines and Ynarana both let out gasps of relief.
"Of course!", Torvines laughed with relief.
"Stay silent however, or we are all dead", Sethelel warned Torvines gravely.
"I am not mad enough to tell a soul. I want to be known as a friend to you Gwendils, I will protect you all from exposure", Torvines promised.
Sethelel merely nodded exhaustedly, and Ynarana got her some cheese to eat to increase her strength.
For about an hour the three of them lingered in the home, afraid that they might be killed the moment they opened the door. Sethelel was coaxed into saying a bit more about last night, clearly highly edited with no mention of vampires or orgies or other secret things because of Torvines.
Even despite the hour long delay to gather their nerves, Ynarana still felt very apprehensive when Torvines finally worked up the nerve to leave the house, and Ynarana and Sethelel accompanied him over to the plantation house. Torvines was running very late now to report to Lordling Runor, and would be unwise to delay any longer.
Torvines carefully composed his face to hide all hint of fear or something being amiss, but Ynarana and especially Sethelel were far less successful in hiding their upset from their faces. The three of them entered the plantation house, and night shift Gwendils shunned away from them, as a few uninformed day shift Gwendil stragglers looked calm and slightly confused.
The three of them entered the sitting room that currently contained the currently impatient looking Lordling Runor.
"You are late Torvines", Lordling Runor said coldly as Torvines knelt before him in greeting.
"A thousand apologies My Lord", Torvines replied humbly.
Lordling Runor noticed the red swollen eyes of Sethelel and the deeply upset expression on Ynarana's face.
"Wife troubles?", Lordling Runor coldly asked Torvines quietly.
"Yes My Lord, some women's nonsense delayed me this morning", Torvines lied convincingly.
"Why is Sethelel with you?, Did she even make it to duty last night?", Lordling Runor asked sternly.
"She did My Lord, she went to her duty shift, but then this morning at first light of sunrise I opened the door to find Sethelel crying on the doorstep about some female nonsense, "feelings" or some such rubbish. My wife then comforted her and got upset in the process. It was very tedious", Torvines lied.
Lordling Runor chuckled coldly with flinty laughter.
"The joys of being married", Lordling Runor chuckled with a facsimile of slight warmth.
"I again apologise sincerely for my late arrival My Lord", Torvines said humbly, bowing his head as he knelt in submission.
"What was this nonsense that was so important to waylay my chief herald for an hour?", Lordling Runor asked Sethelel meanly.
"Other women said some very hurtful things to me", Sethelel lied, starting to cry.
Lordling Runor snorted with laughter and pressed Sethelel for more details, but Sethelel wisely deliberately cried too much to talk.
Lordling Runor tutted in irritation.
"There was a lot of this sort of nonsense this morning", Torvines lied quietly.
"And yet you let this women's nonsense waylay you for so long instead of simply leaving to report for duty?!", Lordling Runor snapped sharply.
"My bound bride was affected by this nonsense too, I was forced to discipline Ynarana, there was a lot of angry screaming, just beastly poor discipline. I felt compelled as a husband to discipline my bound bride properly for her nonsense", Torvines lied humbly.
Lordling Runor paused cautiously at this mention of disciplining a bound bride, no doubt afraid of inadvertently offending the legendarily touchy bride binding traditionalists, and nodded softly, calming his displeasure with force of will.
"I will be sure to punish Ynarana even more tonight for this delay, I apologise a thousand times for any displeasure this has caused, My Lord", Torvines promised with complete humility.
Ynarana flinched apprehensively at these words, hoping that this was a lie.
Lordling Runor noticed Ynarana's apprehensive flinching, and nodded slightly.
"Punish her well for this then, make it a stern lesson to ensure that this never happens again", Lordling Runor said harshly.
"I will beat her well and show you the bruises in the morning as proof…", Torvines began.
"Torvines no!, Please don't…", Ynarana whimpered.
"SILENCE!", Torvines snarled wrathfully at Ynarana in a way that was absolutely terrifying!
"I'm sorry!", Ynarana stammered,
"I said SILENCE!, DO NOT SPEAK!, You ill disciplined, wilful bound bride!", Torvines snarled severely, still kneeling before Lordling Runor.
Ynarana fearfully held silent, tears running down her face.
"I do apologise for the disgraceful behaviour of my bound bride My Lord, she will be SEVERELY punished for her impertinence I assure you", Torvines apologised profusely.
"By Khaine, it is little wonder you were so late dealing with such discipline problems!", Lordling Runor exclaimed in slightly sympathetic disgust.
"Yes My Lord", Torvines agreed with perfect well mannered humility.
"Very well. You will not be paid for the time you were not on duty, an hour will be deducted from your wages today. You will receive no additional penalties", Lordling Runor pronounced.
"Thank you My Lord", Torvines thanked humbly.
"Get that woman of yours under control, I don't want this sort of lateness to be a regular occurrence", Lordling Runor added.
"I will put my bound bride very firmly in her place My Lord", Torvines promised.
"Ok, get to work then", Lordling Runor dismissed them all.
"You have permission to speak now", Torvines told Ynarana softly once they had left the room.
"Thank you", Ynarana sobbed.
"I will go to bed. See you later", Sethelel sniffed weakly, and headed towards the stairs, taking her leave of them both.
Ynarana and Torvines both nodded and bid her a good rest.
"I will ride you out to your assigned tower, lest you waste even more of the day walking to it", Torvines told Ynarana, leading her outside.
Ynarana thanked him gently, and submissively let him lead her towards a stable.
Mounted dark riders already on duty noticed them and trotted up to them before they were halfway to the stable.
"Nice of you to finally turn up for work", one of the dark riders chuckled.
"I had discipline problems with my bound bride this morning. She will be SEVERELY punished tonight for her nonsense", Torvines lied, grabbing Ynarana cruelly by the hair to make her whimper in fear and dismay.
"Have you been a naughty girl Ynarana?", one of the dark riders mocked her.
Ynarana nodded miserably in humiliation.
The dark riders laughed.
"What did she do?", one of the dark riders asked curiously.
"General petulance, the usual attitude of a new bound bride", Torvines lied.
the dark riders chuckled, trotting beside them as they walked.
"Want to beat her now?", one of the riders asked, offering Torvines a cavalry riding crop.
"Would that I had the time, she is late for her own duties", Torvines politely declined, leading Ynarana into the stable.
Horse grooming slaves in the stable already had a black elf horse saddled and ready for Torvines, and he arrogantly climbed into the saddle, then leaned down and pulled Ynarana up to sit on the saddle in front of him.
Torvines paused for just a moment, and then trotted the horse out of the stable, and then galloped at full blistering speed once outside, hurtling through the corn towards Ynarana's tower.
Torvines kissed Ynarana goodbye and dropped her off at the tower, galloping off again into the corn.
Ynarana felt miserable and afraid as she climbed up the ladder to the roofed open air sentry platform of the tower, and stood feeling numb as she watched the corn fields.
***…
Ynarana felt like a pariah in a mess room that afternoon at the end of her shift, with every woman in the plantation subtly glaring at her, there was not a friendly face among any of the women.
The men were not much better, all believing that Ynarana had been terribly ill disciplined this morning, expecting that Torvines would punish her severely, some even encouraging Torvines to beat her right now in front of them.
Ynarana hung her head in shame, feeling so wretchedly sorry for herself. She felt guilty for very nearly jeopardising the other Gwendils, guilty for putting Sethelel in harms way, and just wanted to hide from the judgemental eyes.
Ynarana and Torvines sat at a table with Torvines' dark rider friends, with no other woman at the table, and the men were enthusiastically heckling Ynarana and shaming her for being insubordinate to her husband, making her feel even worse.
Another Gwendil at a distant table glared at Ynarana, and Ynarana buried her face in her hands and sobbed.
Dark riders laughed at her tears.
"My wife knows that she is in a lot of trouble", Torvines lied softly to explain her tears.
"You will cry even more tonight", one of the dark riders taunted her.
Ynarana used the pretence of crying into her hands to excuse her from interacting with any of the horrible dark riders, ignoring their cruel words and laughter.
"Are you still hungry?", Torvines asked her softly, referring to her half finished meal in front of her.
Ynarana shook her head miserably, and Torvines slid the plate away, the slaves would happily eat these leftovers.
"I think that I should take my wife home, her punishment will take a lot of time tonight", Torvines told the dark riders.
Ynarana trembled, and ignored the unkind replies of the dark riders, composing herself with effort.
Torvines bid his friends goodnight, and Ynarana looked around the room, seeing the icy gazes of every Gwendil drilling into her.
Sethelel was still nowhere to be seen, probably avoiding people as much as she could right now, and Ynarana despondently stopped looking for her as Torvines led her out of the room.
Ynarana was completely silent as Torvines walked her home early in the late afternoon sun, feeling so deeply unhappy right now.
They entered their home, and Torvines closed and barred the door.
Ynarana expected him to beat her immediately, but instead he rushed over to her and wrapped her in a tight reassuring cuddle!
"I had to put on an act of severity in front of all the men", Torvines reassured her.
"You are not angry with me?", Ynarana sniffed.
"No of course not, you have been extremely well behaved all day. I regret the necessity of using your behaviour as an excuse for being late this morning", Torvines reassured her.
Ynarana sighed happily at this reassurance.
"I'm surprised you didn't figure that out already?", Torvines added, wiping a tear from her cheek.
"Being a bound bride is extremely emotional and disorientating for me. I am so completely dominated by you, when you tell me that I am in trouble I believe you even if I should know better. My heart is extremely vulnerable from this "taming" process", Ynarana admitted, feeling very small.
Torvines kissed her tenderly, and soothed her with soft words.
After bathing together and completing other nighttime activities, Ynarana was bound down to the bed in her bride binding, as ever wearing only her bride binding gloves.
It wasn't even sunset yet, very early to be bound to the bed, and Ynarana was feeling nervous.
Ynarana snorted with laughter as Torvines mischievously poked her all over her belly with a finger tip, squirming about from his mischief.
Ynarana was jumpy and scared, flinching terribly with every poke, but Torvines wasn't tickling her hard in a way that was torture, just being playful.
"This is the first time you have smiled all day", Torvines said fondly, referring to the giggling huge grin on her face right now as she was poked in various places.
Ynarana didn't reply, just giggling and jumping in her bonds, but she did find his sentiment sweet in a sadistic sort of way, he just wanted to see her smile right now.
Torvines spent a few rather jumpy minutes making Ynarana giggle with his playful touch, and she did feel slightly better after this long giggle, giggling for a few minutes just brought about some change to the sad heart, lifting the spirits somewhat.
Ynarana smiled softly up at Torvines when he finished, but the smile soon faded from her face.
Ynarana giggled when he suddenly poked her stomach again!
"You keep a smile on your face, or I will MAKE you smile", Torvines warned her affectionately.
Ynarana grinned fearfully in anticipation, and he gave her a few more belly pokes just to reinforce his point, making her grin frantically.
"That's better", Torvines chuckled at her fearful grin, and Ynarana chuckled too, strangely cheered up by this mischief.
Ynarana had little choice but to keep smiling, squirming in her ropes fearfully, so defenceless in her bride binding.
Ynarana found herself feeling happier and happier as she was forced to smile, the mere act of smiling seemed to force happiness upon her in a way that she had not expected.
Torvines was relentless in poking her at the slightest hint of a frown, and after half an hour she seemed to have completely forgotten her sadness, just giggling and grinning, feeling wonderfully happy.
Torvines was sitting on the bed next to her, smiling fondly at her, and she had never felt so much affection for him before.
"This is nice", Ynarana chuckled contentedly in her bride binding.
"It's very nice", Torvines agreed fondly.
"Thank you for tickling me", Ynarana thanked him sincerely for once.
"I'm not finished yet", Torvines grinned, giving her stomach a five second squeezing that made her squeal with laughter.
Ynarana squirmed in her ropes, giggling with anticipation, but he didn't squeeze her anymore, simply occasionally poking her again to make her giggle and flinch.
Ynarana giggled, enduring the random pokes at unpredictable times, and all hint of sadness about the past or future left her heart, as she was forced to giggle and squirm in the now.
Ynarana felt safe right now, like nothing could hurt her. She was an untouchable bound bride in her nightly bride binding, even Gwendils wouldn't dare to hurt her right now, she was protected by the customs of the bride binding traditionalists. Torvines might tickle her a bit or torment her in other ways, but none of these things would mortally harm her, she was safe.
"This is lovely", Ynarana beamed up at Torvines fondly.
Torvines leaned down and kissed her tenderly, closing his eyes.
The kiss extended, and Ynarana closed her eyes too, sighing in strange comfort, softly returning the kisses.
Torvines made out with Ynarana for ages, and she calmly fantasised to get herself wet just in case, her juices standing by just in case they were needed.
Torvines dropped a hand to her crotch curiously, and she felt his fingers on her damp folds.
Torvines grinned into the kiss and put two fingers inside Ynarana, making her groan and shift in her ropes.
Torvines broke the kiss, sitting up, and used his free hand to squeeze and fondle her breast as his other hand slid two fingers rhythmically inside her.
Ynarana groaned from this erotic touch, shifting impotently in her ropes, and was completely powerless to do anything but lie here and take it.
Torvines was leaning down over her chest, and began to lick and suck her nipple. Ynarana lifted her head slightly in her spread eagle position, no longer able to see down her body past his head to see what his fingering hand was doing, simply feeling it's progress with her skin.
Ynarana lowered her head again, gazing up at the dark high stone and mortar ceiling, moaning at what Torvines was doing to her.
Ynarana happily fantasised about Vladana and the other Gwendils, but then became sad from this memory because they were unhappy with her now.
Torvines noticed her becoming sad, and poked her belly all over until she was giggling uncontrollably, forcing her to smile before he would stop!
The sadness vanished once more, and Ynarana thought about generic female bodies to keep herself wet without sadness.
Ynarana was soon fantasising about Vladana again however, and forcibly pushed away her sadness while holding onto her excitement, and seemed to find a happy compromise that kept her wet without sadness.
"May I please come?", Ynarana asked Torvines hopefully.
"You may come", Torvines said fondly, and Ynarana gasped with happiness that he wasn't making her hold it for once.
Ynarana gratefully let her orgasm peak, and groaned deeply in powerful pleasure, face grimaced in the expression of orgasm.
Torvines pulled his fingers from Ynarana, and put them to her mouth. Ynarana could smell the beautiful fragrant aroma of an elf vagina stuck to his fingers, all the more fragrant without the usual hard bitter smell of the Babies Bane Root herbal contraceptive. Ynarana was a married woman and was expected by Torvines to get pregnant as soon as possible, no Babies Bane Root for her.
Ynarana obediently opened her mouth for Torvines' fingers, and they entered her mouth, almost making her gag when they went in just a little too deep.
"Suck my fingers clean", Torvines commanded fondly.
Ynarana obediently sucked, gagging slightly as the fingers brushed the back of her throat.
"Don't gag, a bound bride doesn't get to gag when she sucks", Torvines said dominantly with a grin.
Ynarana made a few slightly dismayed noises, and sucked the fingers completely clean, licking between them to get them fully clean.
Torvines affectionately pulled his fingers from her mouth, and patted her hair affectionately.
"When you are a seasoned bound bride you will be trained not to gag. All seasoned bound brides can put a two foot long sausage all the way down their throat to the bottom of their stomach, and pull it back out again, without gagging even once", Torvines chuckled.
Ynarana's eyes widened in dismay at this.
"How do you know they all can?", Ynarana asked squeamishly.
"Sausage swallowing without gagging is one of the tests of discipline for bound brides in the great hall…", Torvines began.
Ynarana heaved, and barely kept her dinner down!
Torvines laughed heartily at her reaction.
"That will make me puke!", Ynarana exclaimed in disgusted dismay.
"No one expects a new bound bride to be able to swallow a sausage", Torvines calmly reassured her.
"But I will still have to try!", Ynarana fretted.
"You probably won't even make it to the sausage swallowing before you crack and break discipline, other tests before that will fail you so you won't have to continue. You are only tested until you fail, not tortured beyond your breaking point", Torvines reassured her.
"Really?", Ynarana asked hopefully, very relieved to hear this.
"Yes really", Torvines promised.
Ynarana sighed in relief.
"Speaking of torture, Lordling Runor is expecting bruises on you tomorrow morning", Torvines changed the subject!
Ynarana blanched, shaking her head desperately.
Torvines got up off the bed, and returned a moment later with the rune encrusted riding crop!
"Please don't…", Ynarana whimpered.
"I will comfort you afterwards", Torvines reassured uncompromisingly.
WHACK!
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Ynarana's face was covered with tears and snot when it was over some 15 minutes later, crying hysterically from the pain and trauma.
Her upper stomach just below the boobs was a variegated patchwork of hideous bruises, all of them swollen and throbbing intensely with unspeakable agony, every new throb of pain making her flinch and sob sharply.
Ynarana lay broken, spread eagle in her ropes, completely defeated by the pain and so exhausted that she could barely move even if unbound.
Ynarana felt a rag wipe the tears and snot from her face, and she weakly blew her nose when a rag was put to it, but still couldn't stop the flow of tears.
Ynarana's forehead was lovingly kissed and her hair stroked, and her face was repeatedly wiped clean and dry with rags, her nose repeatedly blown clean of snot and tears.
The throbbing under Ynarana's boobs just kept hurting her however, each new throb like a soft twist in an already embedded knife, making her sob with agony no matter how much she wanted to stop crying.
Torvines just kept comforting her and cleaning her up, as Ynarana was in a hell of pain and suffering.
Maybe 30 minutes later, the pain weakened enough that the throbbing no longer made her cry, but still a horribly uncomfortable pain, and Ynarana was relieved when her sore puffy eyes could finally stop crying.
"Thank you for beating me", Ynarana said brokenly.
Torvines didn't reply, but lifted her head and put a cup of water to her lips. Ynarana drank it gratefully, very thirsty from crying out so much fluid.
After a few more cups of water, Ynarana was no longer thirsty, and Torvines tenderly hand fed her some pieces of a dry wheat hardtack biscuit from the pantry cupboard.
Torvines briefly untied Ynarana, and romantically carried her in his arms to the chamber pot. Ynarana did what she had to do, and Torvines carried her back to the bed, binding her once more.
Ynarana was feeling quiet and a bit fragile right now, still in quite a lot of pain, but she did draw some genuine comfort from Torvines' tender treatment of her now.
"Thank you for comforting me", Ynarana said quietly.
Ynarana suddenly snorted, Torvines poking the bits of her stomach that were not near the bruises.
"I thought I told you to smile earlier", Torvines said fondly with a grin.
Ynarana flinched and laughed, but she wasn't in the mood, and remained glum despite her involuntary giggling.
"Please don't tickle me", Ynarana pleaded in exhaustion.
Torvines ignored her protests.
"I'm not in the mood, my stomach hurts", Ynarana complained, giggling only because she was forced to.
Torvines didn't completely stop, but did slow it down to just the very occasional poke here and there, and Ynarana flinched unhappily from this treatment, but didn't otherwise protest, too exhausted from her pain to even complain anymore.
Torvines noticed her complete lack of usual reaction, and reluctantly stopped poking her.
"Thank you for tickling me", Ynarana exhaustedly thanked him as she was expected to, and just enjoyed her peace from this irritation.
"I just wanted to make you smile", Torvines said tenderly.
"I know, it was sweet of you to try. I'm just in a lot of pain right now", Ynarana told him.
Torvines nodded, kissing her hair lovingly.
Ynarana smiled softly at this affection from her husband, and just relaxed her exhausted agonised body.
Torvines left her unmolested for a while, and sat at a table with parchment, quill and an ink bottle, and worked on some correspondence.
"What are you doing?", Ynarana asked curiously after a few minutes of silence.
"Just writing some letters to various people, informing various people that I have a wife now, handling some business, all sorts of things really", Torvines said happily.
"Business?, What business are you handling exactly?", Ynarana asked in surprise.
"The sort of money matters that don't concern a bound bride", Torvines chuckled.
Ynarana was slightly annoyed by this remark but was honestly in no condition to really make a fuss right now, and did not comment.
For maybe thirty minutes Torvines continued his correspondence, even getting out an abacus and doing some sums.
Ynarana was feeling significantly better by now, the pain now just solidly uncomfortable but not crippling anymore, and she was getting very slightly cold stretched spread eagle in the nude in only arm length bride binding gloves.
Ynarana fidgeted in her bonds, rubbing her back into the covered straw of the mattress to scratch slight itches in her back.
Torvines got up from his chair, and walked over to her locked chests of belongings.
"Where do you keep the key?", Torvines asked her expectantly.
"Why do you ask exactly?", Ynarana asked slightly suspiciously.
"You can tell me the painless way or the painful way", Torvines warned her bluntly.
"It's hidden in between the leather of my left boot", Ynarana said unenthusiastically.
Torvines picked up her boot, turning it this way and that, unsuccessfully searching for the key.
"No no, it's in THERE", Ynarana directed awkwardly, trying to point with just her finger while bound spread eagle.
Torvines still couldn't find the well hidden key, and carried the boot over to Ynarana's nearest hand so that she could point directly at the spot.
"It's there, between these flaps", Ynarana said, poking the boot with her finger in the proper spot.
Torvines inspected the spot carefully, and pulled out a slightly worn brass key.
"Thanks", Torvines said, and threw her boot on the floor, moving over to her chests of belongings.
Torvines unlocked every single chest, and shamelessly picked through all of Ynarana's belongings.
Ynarana tugged unhappily at her ropes, not liking having her belongings pawed through without even her supervision.
Torvines pulled out all of her meagre bags of money…
"What are you doing?!", Ynarana complained in dismay as he carried HER money to the table.
"Counting our money", Torvines told her.
"OUR money?!", Ynarana repeated indignantly.
"I suppose that it's not technically "our" money", Torvines conceded.
"Indeed it is not", Ynarana agreed adamantly.
"It's actually, technically speaking, MY money!", Torvines told her sternly.
Ynarana gasped in horror, tugging desperately at her cruel ropes.
"Bound brides don't get to exercise dominion over their own wealth, all their wealth and property becomes the dominion of their husband", Torvines informed Ynarana mercilessly!
Ynarana stammered in horror at these terrible words!
"So this money and everything else you own is now mine", Torvines chuckled.
"I worked really hard for that money!, I slept with Lordling Runor SO many times to get tipped much of this money, I EARNED it!", Ynarana whined in self pity.
"I am not going to leave you lacking", Torvines dismissed her protests.
Ynarana murmured in dismay to herself.
Torvines moved to a locked chest he owned, and pulled out a much MUCH bigger bag of money.
"Your money is but a pittance", Torvines said, putting his own much larger money bag on the table.
"This together is OUR money", Torvines told her, pointing to all of their combined bags of money together.
Ynarana cocked her head at this.
"Everything I have is yours, just as your small pittance is mine. I simply have dominion as to how we use this money", Torvines explained.
Ynarana relaxed hesitantly at these words, nodding reluctantly.
"I will count all of this and combine our wealth", Torvines informed her.
"Combine it?, Does that mean that I will have access to your money bags?", Ynarana asked hopefully.
"I will handle the money. If you want money you have to ask me, and if I choose to I will give you money in the amount I choose", Torvines said firmly.
Ynarana gulped nervously at this.
"May I please have some money to keep in my pocket for an emergency?", Ynarana begged hopefully.
"I will allow you to keep a SMALL amount of money in your pocket, for incidental expenses. You will inform me every time you spend money and you will account for every last coin", Torvines said sternly.
"Tha-thank you!", Ynarana thanked him frantically, terrified by this event.
Torvines began emptying out all of her money bags onto the table, carefully counting and recording every coin on a sheet of parchment.
When this was done, he put all of her money in his own money bag!
Torvines looked in his money bag and pulled out a few tiny coins, and carried these coins over for her to see.
"That's not even a day's wage…", Ynarana murmured in dismay.
"Indeed it is not", Torvines agreed mercilessly.
Torvines found Ynarana's clothes on the floor, and slipped this pittance into one of her pockets.
Ynarana tugged uselessly at her ropes again, completely defeated.
Torvines made another notation to his parchment, and then put all the money away in his own chest of belongings, locking the chest securely. Ynarana didn't have a key to that chest…
"Just ask me if you want money, I will then decide if I will let you have the money. It also goes without saying that I will keep one hundred percent of your wages each payday", Torvines told her dominantly, sitting on the bed beside her.
Ynarana nodded numbly.
Torvines cleared his throat expectantly.
"Thank you for controlling my access to money", Ynarana thanked him sadly.
"You are very welcome", Torvines chuckled slightly sadistically.
"As my bound bride, I now control and dominate every part of your life", Torvines told her fondly.
Ynarana paled, feeling herself in a crisis.
"I want only good things for you, I love you Ynarana. I will not destroy you or let you starve", Torvines promised her tenderly.
Ynarana nodded nervously, hoping this was true.
"How are your bruises feeling now?", Torvines asked, changing the subject.
Ynarana paused in slight confusion at this question, having completely forgotten her bruises with the shock of these money matters.
"They are a bit better now", Ynarana said honestly.
"Good", Torvines said, and suddenly poked her in the armpit!
"Torvines!", Ynarana squealed with laughter, squirming in her ropes to get away.
"I think you need to smile more", Torvines said cruelly, poking her relentlessly.
Ynarana Movavul the bound bride could only giggle and laugh, dominated completely by her husband.
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