DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE
A Sexual Adventure in a Fantasy World
Chapter X -- Prisoners in the Elfin Kingdom
Alan concluded that you got nowhere in this world fast. It seemed that you traveled either on foot or in a slow cart. He was not someone who thrived in the fast-paced world of Earth, but he was having velocity withdrawal. Life moved much slower in the mysterious place they found themselves in now. The journey to wherever they were, had taken three long days of riding in the miserable little cart without suspension. The little bit of grass, like hay, on the floor did nothing to cushion the ride, and they felt every pebble the wheels jolted over. Then, there had barely been room for the four of them, and they were forced to get comfortable being pressed against each other's naked bodies.
When they stopped for food, they were ungagged one by one and fed. Their rope bindings had been replaced by some kind of leather-like material, which was fastened around their wrists and ankles. A similar cuff was added around their necks, along with leashes. Alan found no locking method or seam. It was apparently more magic. If one of the cuffs were touched with a key the lead elf carried, it would connect to its mate. The attraction was so strong that it was impossible to keep them from joining for more than a second. They could also be joined wrist to ankle or to another person's cuffs. Somehow, a tap from a key could control all the different locking combinations, as well as unlock them. Alan hated them but thought they were fascinating devices.
During the trip, the elves continued to show reverence for the women. It first became evident when they were fed. The women's cuffs were unmated, and they were allowed to feed themselves, but the men remained bound and were fed by one of the elves. While Alan and Sean were treated like you would expect prisoners to be treated--except for being bound and kept in the cart--Scarlet and Nicolet were treated with respect, accompanied by apologies for their captivity. It didn't seem to be because the women were thought less of a threat; it seemed the opposite. They appeared to fear the women even though they were clearly captives.
The journey ended at what could best be described as an ornate castle of white marble with fairytale turrets and ramparts. It was night, and what they could see was lit by orange firelight. They had no comprehension of the size of the fortress that unfolded above them. That night they were not to see the inside, having been kept outside in an enclosure in the corner of what appeared to be a courtyard among the pens for their beasts of burden. The smell was objectionable but not as bad as a comparable stable on Earth.
They were given a softer bed of hay, and sleep came quickly after being confined to the cart for four nights. In the morning, they could still only see a small part of the massive castle. What they had seen at night was only the outer wall. Alan guessed the just visible interior wall was 200 to 250 feet high. Scarlet and Nicolet were to be the first to see inside. Before breakfast, the two women were removed by their elfin guard and led off into the castle. Alan's demands to know where the women were being taken went unanswered.
Around midday, Sean was led off, and then finally, as the sun set, he was led inside, only to be taken down grimy, torch-lit passages and placed in a dark cell that smelled vaguely like a sewer. They were at least considerate enough to have provided him with a pile of fresh, itchy straw for bedding. He called it straw anyhow; it was similar enough. The hay-like material outside had been softer and more comfortable even though sparser.
The walls of his cell were constructed of tight-fitting smooth dark stone, with most of the joints and cracks filled with mold or moss. Apparently, the white marble was only a façade. The smooth stone surfaces were only interrupted by the door, a small window, and five metal-like plates on the wall beneath the window. Two plates were near the floor, and three larger ones were higher up, just below the window. The spacing suggested he didn't want to become acquainted with their use. The small window near the ceiling was almost out of reach. It was curiously unbarred, and he could grab the slick rock ledge, pull himself up, and look out.
The window seemed to be at ground or street level--no elves in sight--but he realized there would be no squeezing through it, even for someone used to tight places. The air in the opening was fresh and cool. The cell was uncomfortably damp and warm. His arms tired, and he dropped back down.
The next thing he noticed was water. It was provided by a small pipe sticking about three inches out of the wall. Water flowed from the pipe in a constant dribble, hit the floor, and then trickled along a slime-coated crack into the opening that doubled as his sewer. That was it; for the time being, this cell was apparently home, which was just large enough that he could stretch out along the wall in the long direction opposite the sewer hole.
After about an hour--he guessed--dinner slid under the door on a deep plate with no utensils. He ate with his fingers and licked the plate. He had been hungry, and the food, at least, was no worse than what they had been making themselves. He washed it down by pressing his head against the slimy wall and letting the water from the pipe dribble into his mouth. A cup would have been nice.
Talking to himself again, he said, "Well, Alan, this kind of sucks, you weren't careful enough, and now you and your students are fucked. But I guess that happened the minute you stepped into that cave." His fantasy adventure had taken a drastic turn, and the worst part may be yet to come. The nymphs said he could expect to be tortured if captured. That thought almost caused his dinner to come up, and in the cell, there was nothing to distract him from imagining what the torture would consist of and, worse, what they might do to Scarlet and Nicolet.
He convinced himself that the girls were being treated better. This seemed to be a matriarchal society, and the girls seemed to be treated well despite their status as captives. He assumed Sean was being treated as he was and would be highly distressed. He only heard his plate sliding under the door when dinner came. There was no indication that anyone else was a prisoner near him. Perhaps they had taken Sean to a torture chamber right away. It was an extraordinary circumstance, but Sean and the girls were his responsibility. He would have to do something. He tried shouting through the crack under the door for Sean and the girls; there was no response.
Another hour passed since dinner--maybe an hour and perhaps dinner--and he was startled when the door opened. Two of his guards with the cattle-prod-like sticks forced him to the back wall. He so wanted to punt these little rat elves, but the sticks gave them the upper hand. The sticks that had inflicted terrible pain the last time he tried to challenge them. When they had him where they wanted, one of the guards pinned him to the wall with one of the sticks in the middle of his chest--the threat was unmistakable. The second guard locked the wrist and ankle cuffs to the wall plates. Like when the cuffs connected to each other, the connection to the plates appeared magical, or they at least used some invisible force like magnetism. They connected his neck collar to the fifth plate using a short strap of the same material as the cuffs. The next step was a gag, a simple but effective, non-magical device.
Once they had him bound to the wall, they brought in a stool, placing it in the middle of the cell. He thought they were done, but then it got even weirder. They washed him head to toe, turning him once to wash his backside. When bound again with his back to the wall, they lathered up his crotch, and an older balding elf shaved him. It was an uncomfortable grooming, but he must admit it was a good shave. He wished he could feel his skin; from what he could see, it looked smooth without a hint of stubble. He thought they would release him from the wall now that their handy work was done, but instead, the elves left, leaving the door open. As he stood there, bound to the cell wall, he wondered why in the hell they shaved his private parts. The elves were largely hairless; maybe it just offended them.
A minute later, a female, a very clearly naked female elf holding a small bag, came into the room and sat down on the stool. This elf was taller than the males by about a foot, with shoulder-length raven hair and pointy ears sticking out between strands of her hair. Her build reminded him of Scarlet, clearly feminine but not overly sexy--a little too stout. Her face was also a bit pig-like, with a flattened nose and a smallish mouth. Somehow, he was expecting elfin women to be fantastic beauties. Hollywood had again betrayed him. She eyed him up and down and then said, "So you are one of the humans that all the fuss is about. I only have a small task to complete, but I intend to enjoy it."
