Before you read this, note that this teaser does not yet contain ultra-explicit sex (which is why it is called a teaser). The story was originally much longer than this, but I am not satisfied with the way the rest of it turned out. There are very mild bondage and some exhibitionism themes. Do you want to see this further developed? If so, how? Is there anything you would see improved? Let me know in the comments.
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Faizal watched the lone figure making its way down the dirt road from his perch up in the boughs of a craggy old tree. As it drew closer, the shape coalesced into a clearer form. He could not help but admire the startlingly beautiful red mane of hair that contrasted sharply with the typical drab gray and brown peasant garb. The latter was not a good sign. There would not likely be much coin to be had from this one. The former though, held promise.
As more details of the creature began to take shape, Faizal was pleased to confirm that it was a female—one with a rapturously pretty face, pleasing enough to send a small shiver of anticipation up his spine. It was indeed quite the trap. Lone women, especially those as pretty and succulent as she, simply did not travel alone in these parts, peasant or no. That could only mean militia would be skulking around somewhere, ready to pounce on honest crooks such as himself. Well paid and equipped militia, he reminded himself.
Putting two fingers to his lips, he let loose a series of four swallow cries and pulled out his trusty scimitar. With practiced ease, he dropped down from his hiding place to land a few feet in front of the "helpless damsel". Yes, she was indeed a pretty one. He flashed her the most devastating smile in his arsenal. Everything about her, from her high cheekbones to her dancing blue eyes, was clearly a cut above the norm. Those eyes were at the moment open wide with surprise and fear. Faizal was impressed with her beauty as well as her acting. If he did not know better, he would have believed that she was genuinely frightened.
"Hello beautiful!" he greeted her in his best Lothario voice, while brandishing his blade dramatically. His four comrades emerged as if from nowhere and flanked him on either side, openly appraising and approving their fearless leader's extraordinary catch.
Faizal waited the requisite five seconds for the guards to come bursting out of the forest to righteously apprehend them. The girl preempted him, only waited till the three second mark before letting out a suitable shriek of the feminine sort and bolted back up the road.
Perhaps it was a small ambush party and five armed men were too many to handle. Well, he would just have to sweeten the deal. Faizal turned to his right and slapped Raif on the back, "Go and set up camp my good man. I am in the mood for a little run!"
Raif chuckled and needlessly loudly replied, "Yes boss, just save some of that delectable woman for the rest of us! Why, she must be nothing short of a goddess. If I had her to myself I would—"
"Right right!" Faizal cut him off while slamming his blade back into its scabbard. More acting lessons were in order for his right-hand man. Raif did tend to get carried away.
Faizal waited for the woman to get a good distance away before he began his pursuit. It was not a lie. He did enjoy the physical exertion as well as the exhilaration of the hunt, no matter how staged it was. He tried to listen out for the sounds of the rest of his men taking down would-be ambushers but could make nothing out.
It took him a tidy short time to catch up. The girl had "tired" and was jogging along at a moderate pace, breathing heavily, hands nursing her waist. Concluding that this was the place she was leading him too, he tackled her from behind like the ruffian he was, knocking her breath out and pinning her to the ground. She struggled against him weakly but with a good amount of noise. He simply and easily flipped her over on her back and laid the full length of his body against hers, quite pleased to find that she was soft and shapely underneath the baggy rags that passed for clothing.
"Get off me you brute!" she exclaimed in a pleasant if somewhat unpeasant-like voice.
Wondering idly which brilliant maestro writes their lines, Faizal rested his chin on her shoulder and held her absolutely still as he listened intently for her allies bursting through the bush. He only heard her heaving breath. It took all of ten seconds for the pretty lady to start feeling awkward. Confused at not being ravished or worse, she prodded, "Hey, are you still alive?"
He decided to play this suavely. "Why yes I am darling, how nice of you to ask! Looks like it's time to go home, don't you think?"
He rose to his feet, pulling her up with him and slung the petite woman easily over his shoulder with one arm despite her half-hearted kicking and struggling. He kept his other hand firmly on the pommel of his sword. He had learned long ago never to underestimate anybody, especially whilst in the middle of a trap. Whistling, he strolled back down the road with a saunter.
It did not take long for her token fight to die down. She settled for lying limply on his shoulder, preserving as much dignity as she could in her current position. Taking the cue, Faizal gallantly introduced himself, "By the way, I am Faizal. King of bandits, terrorizer of merchants and lover of women all over Haridonia!"
Seeing that she was not courteously volunteering her name, much less with a befitting level of swoonage, he simply put the question to her. "So what do I call you, young Miss?"
After a pause, she lied, "Rowan."
"Ahh, Rowan, Rowan. Beautiful name!" he remarked, nodding an acknowledgement to the rowan tree that they had just passed.
He let the awkward silence be. She did not seem to him to be the strong silent type, so he waited to see if she would break. Indeed, being the excellent judge of character he was, he once again deduced correctly. What he did not expect was how heartbreakingly sweet her voice could be when she wanted. "Would you please put me down? I promise not to run."
"No."
"Why not? I would really feel more comfortable."
"Firstly my dear Rowan, I like carrying you." He pinched her bottom for effect, grinning to himself as she squirmed most delightfully against his shoulder.
"And second, it makes me look strong and dashing in front of my men. I am, in fact, strong and dashing, but a beautiful woman adds to their awe!"
"Can't you ummm... put me down and carry me again when you get closer to your camp? Pretty please?"
It was a good thing that her would—be pleading eyes were out of his sight. No, it was time to play. "My men are watching us right now. Most likely, they are exchanging words with your friends as we speak."
"My friends?" she quipped innocently.
"Don't be coy my dear. Give me a little credit. I may be unbearably handsome, but stupidity is not one of my virtues."
She did not rise to the bait, but instead changed the subject. "What are you going to do with me, Mister Faizal?"
He grinned, pleased that she remembered his name. "What do you think we are going to do with you sweetheart?"
"I suspect, Sir, that your intentions are not honorable."
Faizal burst out laughing, admiring her courage and wit. "We are outlaws, my dear Rowan. Though we are not naturally honorable, sometimes we are by chance."
"So is this my lucky day?" she asked, wiggling ever so slightly.
"Well, that would depend on what you mean by lucky," he mused, "I have doubts about your intentions myself."
"How you say that of me?" She gave him an ineffectual kick in mock indignation.
Faizal replied with a swat to her firm behind. "Hush now, we are nearing the camp. Don't spoil the fun for the rest of them."
"They like their women feisty, huh?"
He suppressed a chuckle as they came around the bend where Raif was patiently waiting for them with his arms crossed, a concerned frown on his face.
"So what have we got?" Faizal inquired hopefully as he strode up with his prize.
"Nothing boss. Absolutely nothing. We searched the hills, the rivers, the trees, the bush, and there's no one about."
Faizal frowned. This did not bode well. He set Rowan down on her feet semi-gently and pushed her towards the nearest man, proclaiming for the benefit of the entire camp, "String her up. Even with no one to rob, we will have entertainment tonight!"
Rowan responded with a swift kick to the her unfortunate captor's shin, drawing curses from him and snickers from everybody else. She turned and graced Faizal with a withering glare before being hustled away. After the collective laughter died down, Faizal turned to Raif, "This looks ominous. Double the sentries tonight. We break camp in the morning."
Raif, looking as worried as he felt, uncharacteristically grunted in acknowledgement before turning to bark orders. With nothing else to be done, Faizal made his way to the nearby stream to wash up. Contrary to popular belief, bandits were not all filthy unsanitary scum. In addtion to general cleanliness, he wanted to smell good for Rowan's benefit. That woman was something special. Satisfied at his state of hygiene, he was ready to attend to the day's conquest. Making his way there slowly, he exchanged jokes and knowing nods with several of his men along the way, warming them up for the show.
