A Massing of Moths

Please read the previous chapters, or this will make little sense.

Kira awoke around midmorning the next day with a start. She lay still for a moment, feeling the soft pallet below here, the fluffy quilt on top of her. Looking around, she remembered all that had happened the day before. Running from the men that pursued her to avenge a murder she did not commit, being found by the wolves, Raelyn taking her as a slave in return for her life. The whipping, paddling, gentle touches afterward. Being fed and given a saucer of milk to lap up as if she were a cat. Crawling behind her new Mistress, pain flaring through her with every move, being told to sleep on the fluffy pallet at the foot of Mistress’ bed, covered in a quilt and then the oblivion of a dreamless sleep. It seemed like a dream, as if it had happened to someone else. A movement brought her buttocks in contact with the pallet, proving it hadn’t been a dream through the sudden flare of pain and awareness of the area.

Looking around, she saw sunlight streaming in through the bay windows that ringed the Mistress’ sleeping chamber, perched as it was atop a small tower that rose from the main body of the chateau like house she lived in. Kira shook the last trendles of sleep from her head and crawled from her pallet, stretching like a cat.

Footsteps at the door caught her attention and she looked up to see her Mistress standing in the doorway, a wry smile on her face. Kira gasped at the sudden appearance and at her beauty. By the light of day, Raelyn’s long red hair skimmed the tops of her thighs in a crimson curtain, swaying in a wind that Kira couldn’t feel. Skin like crème framed deep blue eyes that seemed to call Kira up into a kneeling position as she’d been instructed to take last night. A part of her protested, wondered why she was doing such a thing, yet that was the old her, it seemed. An old version of herself that was not longer required. All that there was now, all that mattered and should matter now was serving her Mistress, her Lady of the Forest.

Raelyn’s naturally pink lips turned up at the corners at this, her delicate but strong hand reaching out to caress the side of Kira’s face. She looked over her new slave and felt a flash of pride. This one would do very well, very well indeed. The sleeveless blue velvet tunic cleaved to Raelyn’s full breasts, cinched in below by an under-bust corset. The edges of the tunic were traced in black leaves and ivy, mirrored on the corset in a blue that matched the tunic. The top of the tunic barely covered her haunches, coated themselves in black leather pants that matched the corset, bearing the same leaves and ivy tracery. A crop was held loosely in Raelyn’s hand, reminding Kira sharply of the night before.

As if she could forget with the lash marks still showing vividly on her skin, her buttocks still sore from the abuse they’d taken. Yet it seemed to Kira that the girl who had refused to enter the house as told, who’d refused so many things, was no longer real. The reality she felt inside her now was… different, unexplained, truer then any she’d known before.

“Come along, Kira,” Raelyn said briskly, tapping the side of her thigh and pulling Kira from her thoughts. “Tis past time for breakfast. I have been lenient today, for I know yesterday was quite trying for one so new to this lifestyle. You shall adapt quick though, I know it. Heel.”

Kira hastened to take her place at Raelyn’s right heel, wincing occasionally at the feel of the hardwood floors on her knees. She was allowed to stand to go down the many staircases, but had to return to all fours on the landings. A light tap of the crop on her sore buttocks encouraged her to crawl faster, to keep up with her Mistress’ quick pace.

More taps of the crop lead her into the kitchen and to a pair of wide shallow bowls placed on the floor. One held simple water, the other an omelet with deer and wild mushrooms in it. It was delicious, Kira thought as she ate quickly then lapped up the water from her other dish. When both dishes were empty, Raelyn bid her to wash them both, quickly but with grace.

“Everything you do must be with grace,” Raelyn explained as Kira also washed the dishes used to prepare breakfast. “You represent me and I am graceful, so shall you be as well. You‘ve a great many things to learn yet, Kira, but learn you shall and well, if I’m not mistaken. All done- yes, well then, it is a lovely day, let us go out to the gardens.”

Raelyn tapped Kira back onto her hands and knees and guided her through other parts of the house, out a pair of double doors and into a lush garden. The soft grass was a welcome change for Kira’s knees and hands after the hardwood flooring of the house. Mistress took a seat on a bench and motioned for Kira to kneel up before her.

“I know you are probably ripe with questions, but you will hold them until I finish speaking and questioning you, do you understand this?”

“If it pleases you, Mistress,” Kira said, wondering where these words of submission had come from. Just the day before she had been free, independent. A hunter, respected for her prowess as few females in her world were. And yet… now she knelt as this odd woman’s feet, waiting for yet another command, longing for something… something she could not name.

“Good,” Raelyn said, patting Kira’s head. “As I told you last night, I am the Mistress of the Forests and the Chateau that lies within. All you see around you is in my care. In return for this, I am bound to the forest, I may not leave. Everything I need is provided here as are many things I want. Visitors frequent my forest, some of them welcome, some of them not. You will now help me greet these visitors, at my side, like a good pet should be. Silent and beautiful.”

Kira blushed crimson, looking down at the ground, suddenly shy. Would others find her submission strange? Would they understand there was no alternative- that this woman, this Mistress, Raelyn was undefeatable in her realm? And did it matter so if they didn’t understand?

Raelyn went on, seemingly unconcerned with her captive’s thoughts. “As I said, you’ve a great deal to learn, both about life here in the forest, and about yourself. I shall strive in all things to provide for you well, to see that you are healthy. You will never be truly hurt on purpose. Oh, I will spank, and lash and do things you have scare imagined, but I will not break your bones, make you bleed intentionally without your consent nor cause you other irreparable harm. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Raelyn,” Kira said, relieved, even though she hadn’t even thought that she might be truly hurt before Mistress had mentioned it.

“That settled, now for you to answer some questions for me. Have you been with a man intimately before? Or are you a virgin still?”

“I…” Kira paused for a moment only to find her breasts slapped by the crop. She stammered out her answer around a fresh torrent of tears. “I have lain with two men, Mistress, but that was well over a year ago.”

“You will always answer me promptly,” Raelyn said, voice cross. “There is nothing that you can hide from me here, remember that and always answer honestly and quickly. Next question- were the two men at the same time?”

“Oh, no, Mistress,” Kira said with a gasp. “I- I couldn’t do that!”

“The old you could not,” Raelyn agreed. “The new you- well, you don’t know what she can do yet, do you?”

“No, Mistress, I do not.”

“We shall delve into that a bit later today,” Raelyn said with a nod. “Now, did you have any questions you would ask of me? Come now, don’t be shy- speak up.”

“Not really, Mistress,” Kira said. “I know my place here- I am your slave to do with as you will. I am to serve you for four years in return for you not killing me. More then that, I’m sure will be explained along the way, right?”

“Correct,” Raelyn said, standing now. “Well, time for that delving I spoke of, yes? Heel.”

Kira felt a flash of terror roll through her as she followed, scared and unsure of what lie ahead. But there was a small but sure center of confidence in her, confidence that Raelyn spoke the truth and would truly not harm her permanently. Apparently spanking and being beating did not fall in that category, she mused, quickening her pace to keep up with Raelyn. Kira wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing quite yet. It hurt, the pain had been over whelming last night, but… something within her had been released by it, by the pain. It was as if she’d been reborn between one fall of the paddle and the next, a new creature emerging from within her. She was still of and in the same body… but no longer Kirynthia, the hunter, the free one. She was now Kira, the slave, the kept one.

Oddly satisfied with the change, Kira did not protest being lead once more into the depths below the main house.

Raelyn’s boot-clad feet clicked merrily on the stone floor of the lower levels of the house. She’d never gotten around to replacing it with carpeting or hardwood and didn’t plan on it in the future. Stone was so much easier to clean, and it didn’t stain like some other materials did.

She lead the way to a chamber that Kira hadn’t seen before. It bore a placard on the door declaring it to be the “Room of Entrances.” The door was the same as all the other ones, a sturdy wooden door with a glassed window in the top half, some of them blocked by curtains.

Raelyn pushed open the door and waved Kira in, her face unreadable. “This is, as you probably read, the Room of Entrances. All of them. I’m sure you’ll admire the name once we’re done.”

Kira’s eyes grew wide as she took in the room, wondering what she had gotten herself into. The room’s center held many odd devices, some apparently meant to be sat upon, others to strange to understand. The walls were lined with trunks and display cases of odd things, bowls and barrels of unidentifiable things, all labeled in a language that Kira could not understand.

She looked back up at her Mistress, wondering what was in store for her next, knowing there was nothing she could do to avoid it.

Raelyn smiled pleasantly and, using her crop, guided Kira forward to one of the more simplistic devices. It at first appeared to be a chair with braces for the legs though Kira soon found out these were not just to support her legs, they were to keep them spread. She was strapped into the seat, her hands bound to her sides, strapped at shoulder and belly into the chair. Her legs were also strapped, thigh, calf and ankle into the braces, then spread wide, giving Raelyn an uninterrupted view of her body.

“Now, first things first, we’re going to remove all that unsightly hair from your womanhood, for I find it quite distracting and it might catch in something, not fun.” As she spoke Raelyn placed a bucket beneath Kira’s chair, a stool between her legs and a small portable workbench next to it. On the work bench she laid down a wicked looking set of razors, a bowl of water, another of a thick foamy substance, and a third one of a thick lotion. All of the bowls gave off the faint aroma of honey, as if they were made from it.

Raelyn sat down on the stool after laying a pile of fluffy white towels on a shelf that slid out from the workbench.

“Now, poppet-mine, you’re not going to wiggle around or struggle, are you?”

“No, Mistress Raelyn.”

“Good, now do please stay still.”

The Mistress’ hands were sure and a bit cool as they wet a washcloth from the pile of towels in the water basin and ran the cool fluid over Kira’s body, cleaning her with a surety, as if she’d done this to others countless times before. After rinsing her off, Raelyn applied the foamy substance, a tingling warmth that spread through Kira’s body as the skilled hands worked the lather into every crevice of her pelvic area, missing nothing.

She let out a small yelp when Raelyn’s fingers ran over her anus, laid to light by the position of the chair. A sharp slap to her thigh quieted her, the red mark reminding her that protesting was not a wise idea, unless one wanted to be slapped again.

From the selections of razors, Raelyn choose one of extreme sharpness, about an inch wide, held on either side by a device that she’d been brought by a dear friend. The blade glided over Kira’s skin, slicing easily through the course hair of her mound.

Brown eyes wide, Kira watched as Raelyn methodically removed all of the hair between her thighs, even the darker hairs curled around her anus. Again, the cool cloth sluiced over her skin, washing away any last traces of the foam, followed by the towel drying her off.

“Ah, much better,” Raelyn said with a wicked smile. She then took a dollop of the lotion and warmed it between her hands before running them down Kira’s now bare inner thighs. Her hands massaged and calmed, excited and soothed Kira.

A flush came to the slave’s cheeks as Raelyn finished, rubbing some of the lotion between her buttocks, fingers caressing her anus.

“Oh, you like that, my poppet? Interesting, interesting indeed.”

Kira squirmed in her bindings now as she watched Raelyn clear away the shaving materials, clearing of the work table. The wry grin on her Mistress’ face worried her a bit as did the new case she was opening on the work bench. The lotion was still on the bench, though it looked a bit out of place next to the contents of the case.

Raelyn tossed away the lid to the case, knowing the throwing wouldn’t break it but the sound of it clanging against the floor would elicit a gasp from Kira. It did, much to Raelyn’s pleasure, followed by another one at the sight of the case’s contents.

Kira’s inexperienced mind could only think that Kira had had carvings of male organs made, which was pretty close to the truth. They’d been brought in by a man from a land conversant with the pleasures that a woman could feel, designed to bring a response whether the woman willed it or no.

Though from the fluids dripping from her pussy, Kira obviously wasn’t adverse to the idea physically, whatever she might think mentally.

Raelyn ran a finger from her clit down to her vagina, entering the quivering orifice with a single finger tip, sliding in easily. “Yes, you are quite happy to be in my care. I can’t imagine what you were doing to stifle these urges you so obviously feel.”

As she listened to those words, Kira felt Raelyn’s finger inside her, caressing, making her whimper in the back of her throat. The finger found a spot inside her and rubbed, turning the whimpers into uncontrolled moans, though Kira managed to keep her mouth shut.

“Very good, Kira,” Raelyn crooned, taking her finger from inside her. She held it up to Kira’s lips. “Lick it, dear one, taste yourself, your excitement. Know that your body acknowledges me as you Mistress as your heart will in time.”

Kira had no choice other then to accept the probing finger into her mouth, to taste her own fluids of passion. No choice but to suckle on the finger until it was withdrawn to caress the side of her face, her breasts, pinching a nipple at random.

Her moans took an almost feverish pitch when Raelyn’s free hand picked up one of the objects from the case, a formed cock about eight inches long, relatively thin compared to the rest of its fellows. But she knew it would seem like a lot to the inexperienced Kira.

Kira was lost in the sensations of her body, eyes closed, teeth clenched, moans creeping out between them as she writhed against her bindings. She felt the tip of the cock run down her stomach, flit about her outer lips before Raelyn pulled back both sets of her most intimate lips. A bolt of fear arched through her, hot and fast, quickly replaced in a wash of abandonment, of complete freedom of her body, amplified by the bindings that held her fast still.

Raelyn slowly advanced the cock into her captive, inch by inch until Kira had taken a good six inches of it. Lightning quick, she pulled the device out, making Kira gasp and cry out, startled and longing. Again the cock inched its way inside and was pulled out, faster and faster, again and again.

Kira’s body was coated in a fine sheen of sweat, her hips bouncing against the leather cushion of the chair, sending flares of painful pleasure from her lash marks to join the waves of ecstasy she felt from the cock.

“I, Mistress, I’m…” words failed Kira as an unknown feeling brought screams to her now parted lips, the sound echoing off of the walls in the room.

A swift push of the cock inside sent Kira over that shining edge she felt, her screams soundless now, body shaking and hot to the touch. Such feelings, such sensations, she had never even known they existed, that she could feel such pleasure.

Raelyn studied her slave as she sank back to Earth, smiling happily, her eyes sparkling with it. There would be no hours spent teaching this one passion, she mused, running a hand over Kira’s thigh. And she shudders so prettily. I really rather lucked out with this one.

Raelyn cleaned up, washing the cock she’d used in a special solution, drying it and replacing it in the case before stowing the workbench and stool back in their proper places. She then unfastened the bindings that held Kira in place, pulling her legs from the braces as she did so.

Kira gasped at the sudden change in position, her mind still reeling with what she’d experienced. She slid from the chair, body still shuddering ever so slightly. Her lips found Raelyn’s boots, kissed the ankles again and again as she knelt there before her Mistress.

Raelyn knelt before her slave, tilting her chin up with a loving hand. “That is lovely, poppet mine. You may always express your pleasure thus. Your screams were rather effective too, I might add.”

Kira blushed, fighting the urge to look away as she would have in her previous life. “If it pleases you, Mistress.”

“Aye, it pleases me greatly. Come, we need to get you washed up and fed- tis nearing dusk.”

They went back upstairs, Kira crawling at Raelyn’s side, mind still a bit fuzzy, but happy, truly happy for the first time she could ever remember. She was ushered into a room feed by a hot spring beneath the house and told to take as long as she liked bathing. To shave her legs and get completely clean, then to use the lotion sitting on the counter of the bathing room. Kira nodded and kissed Raelyn’s boots before she left.

Raelyn added a few logs to the hearth fires, humming a wordless tune as she worked, preparing dinner for both herself and Kira.

A wolf’s howl broke the peaceful quiet, raising the hair on the back of Raelyn’s neck. They had company in the forest once more. Men on horses with bows and arrows, cursing, looking for a young woman, a hunter who’d killed one of their own.

Raelyn shook her head, annoyed with the matter. Had some of her signs fallen? Was there a lax in the ability to understand the language of man these days? Or to even listen to the rumors she’d had placed about her forests?

No matter, Raelyn thought, holding up a hand so a moth could land on it, wings dappled gray and black. She would deal with these men, these hostiles that had entered her territory without permission. They will pay for their insolence and stupidity, the Mistress mused, finishing her preparations for dinner as she heard the door to the bathing room open. They would pay rather well indeed.