Kidnapped and Rescued

Authors note: This is my attempt at a femdom, light bdsm succubus fantasy story. Hope you enjoy, happy reading.

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Chapter 1

"Go!" my mom yelled out.

Our sleepy small town was under attack. Gray smoke and orange light filled the sky above the treeline. The silhouette of burning huts emanated from the nearby lake. It happened so fast. Without warning. And it wasn't all that clear to me what exactly had happened. One minute I was in my sweet dreams of heroes and conquest, the next my father was yelling to my mother to wake me up. I caught some glimpses as I was dragged out of the small hut and slammed on top of the saddle by my father, who promptly ran to join the rounded up lads to defend our sleepy small town. My mother had handed me some old rusty iron sword and sent me on my way. As if I knew where to go and how to use a weapon.

To say, I wasn't some bitch either. I was long and lanky, yeah, but my fingers were strong, and I knew how to use them, as a tailor's son. And I had just turned eighteen so now I was a grown up too. Riding into the night, leaving everything behind in the escape for safety, riding into solitude, I couldn't help but feel like a damn kid. My dad, who was both mayor and a master tailor, my mom. My sister. The local baker, the fishermen. My friends. All behind, while I got away.

I chose to ride for the mountains. It was a dreaded choice, as those very mountains were said to be as ominous as they looked. Shooting way up into the skies, they were said to be haunted by wicked creatures. But I thought, if anything, nobody would follow me there. And maybe the ruckus by the lake, the killing of my people, my family, was a distraction for even whomever roamed those parts.

As close the mountains seemed to be, they weren't. The cluster of narrow peaks was actually well away from the town, they just stood so tall that they looked like stone tosses away. I felt both hunger and thirst as I escaped the grasslands and occasional cluster of trees I escaped from, and entered into a dark, thick forest. The sun had been rising the last few hours, but entering the treeline, any natural source of light disappeared.

The ground became more treacherous, so I dismounted. I wasn't a total beginner when it came to these forests. There were still some leagues before I was in the so-called haunted parts. My dad and I had hunted plenty in these parts, and I knew a horse could lose its step here if you weren't careful. Even an experienced lad as Buddy could break an ankle, and that was something I didn't want to bestow on someone who might be the last being I knew in the world. I was not an expert on world politics, but if it was the Inquisition that had burned my town, I knew what that entailed. And it was no one but the Inquisition who had ambitions that matched the burning of a small, sleepy farming town.

I hoped that if I could get past these forests, cut through the mountain range, I could find the Marin League, the closest thing to an army that was in these parts. But those folks were dangerous as well, and they only cared about one thing. Or one person. And they owed my own liege no favors. Or anyone else for that matter.

I was scanning my brain for escape routes. Marin League was probably a safe haven, but they didn't suit what brewed inside me. I knew I wanted death onto these sorry sack of shits that had invaded my life, tearing it up and burning it all. Thinking of my dear mother, and what might happen to her... or my father... my friends from school... What had we ever done to deserve it? I clenched my fist. No, I would have to find someone who could help me bring fire and vengeance onto the Inquisition. If it were them, that is.

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I woke up cold. I woke up hungry. I woke up alone. The flight had depleted my energy, and I had passed out as soon as adrenaline had left my veins. Right there on the cold moss I had keeled over. Waking up now, who knows how long after, I didn't really feel well rested. I was just as depleted of energy as before. By sheer willpower and grit did I manage to roll over onto my stomach, extend my arms to get myself into an upright position, and with another portion of willpower and grit I shot myself up onto my feet. I staggered for a bit, but after a few moments of recollection and stabilizing, I figured I dared a step. And another. And one more. Heel to toe, heel to toe. And soon I was outright walking.

I would've called out for Buddy, but I didn't think he heard me. And I didn't have the voice for it either. Looking around, I saw that he was gone. Maybe he had wandered off. May as well. A horse can survive on instinct. Maybe it was the better fate for him. But not for me. It meant that if I were to cross through the mountains, it would be afoot. If I ever got that far. Fuck me. Well. I was walking, so the first part of that ordeal was dealt with. Even if the second part was walking miles on miles in terrain that went up and down up and down, but mostly up.

I didn't dare feel secure from the Inquisition though. Not even here. Nobody ever walked these parts. Ever. The forest was filled with vile creatures, and the mountains were said to be haunted. Looking up at them, I guess it made sense. The mountains sent a chill down my spine just looking at them. If I felt I had any other choice to escape and survive, my tired brain told me this was the way. And I was not the only one. Big Burly was the town's bravest, and he had only climbed some of the first foots of those ominous peaks. What desperation drove me up here?

The breath of the Inquisition. Even as I told myself how mad anyone would be to venture into these parts, it was as if I could hear them behind me rustling around, searching the bushes and the branches for a long lanky lad. Or the horse, because if they found the mount that lad had rode out on, they were sure to find him. Nobody could travel this terrain swiftly, least of all on foot.

But me, the lad, I strode long strides up and up, trying to convince myself I made more ground than the pursuiters would account for by taking long steps. What a moron I was. A slick rock found the underside of my foot, or rather, I lunged my foot onto a rock that was wet as hell, stumbled and crashed to the ground again. After a serious fight, I managed to get up again. I walked more. I fell more. I got up again. Then I walked, fell and got up. I had to eat something. Anything. Drink something. Water.

Water.

It was all around me! I grabbed some moss and shoved it into my mouth and sucked on it. Heavenly water. It tasted like dirt and grass, but it most importantly tasted like water. I found another fist of moss and sucked it too. When I had enough dirt ridden water, I got up to my feet again. This time much steadier than before.

I have no idea how long, or even how, I wandered for. But I wandered. The nutrients of the water had done me good. Maybe the dirt had filled my stomach some, giving me energy to press up and up. It was dark again before I started my stumbling and falling procedure again. That went on for at least an hour or so until I found a decent rock I could pass out on. I didn't know whether I would wake up or not, but to hell with it. I had blisters on my hands and on my feet, scraped my knees and my elbows, and my head hurt as if someone was continuously beating it with a sledge hammer. I needed rest.

I started the next day like I had started my journey on foot. Step, fall, stand. Step, fall, stand. Then I remember. Yeah. Moss did me good yesterday. But maybe I should use the energy to find something to eat too. Moss filled water would only last me so long. And I was already having a rough start, waking up wet and cold from the moist forest ground. I swore I would never touch moss again by the time I was out of this moss infected fucking moss bed.

In some bushes I luckily found some berries I thought looked like they were not poisonous and ate them without thought. I didn't immediately die, so I ate some more, and even grabbed a few handfuls to have with me. And then with more purposeful strides, I thought I laid some decent work that day. Still, my blisters and my scrapings didn't take kindly to my treatment of them, and only got worse. When I passed out that day, I made sure to climb up on a rock that wasn't nine tenths covered in moss. Fucking moss.

The next few days I survived on berries, fucking moss and willpower. Where that willpower came from, I have no idea. But it was there. And it drove me on and on, and finally, after a solid week of bleeding blisters and fucking moss, I reached the first parts of the rocky terrain. There was a cleft in between the rocks that seemed to have a path that snaked along some of the mountains. Maybe it led all the way through. Maybe I was lucky.

I wasn't.

It was a dead end.

When I came down from the fucked path, I saw a rabbit munching on something around the clearing where I'd come from. "Fucking hell!" I thought. "Meat!"

I was in such desperate hunger, I reached for my sword. There is no way I'd be able to kill it with a blade, as it would surely just run off as soon as I tried. But I didn't have my sword. I must've abandoned it somewhere when I couldn't carry it anymore. "Well fuck it then," I muttered under my breath.

The next few days I made almost no progress. My blisters were killing me and I had a fever that was actually killing me. My clothes were wet and torn, my energy depleted. My willpower was still there, but there was nothing left. I failed my mother, my father, my sister and my town in the conquest of survival. Here in these so-called haunted mountains, I would die. Hungry, cold, and alone. Haunted mountains my ass. The only haunted part of these fucking things would be my remains. I was a shell of what I had been. Sick and dying.

I didn't want to give up. I had to. There was nothing more I could do. I had survived as long as I could, longer than I had expected. I tilted my head back, leaning up against a rock on a ridge way up on some mountain no one had visited in forever. Here I sat, looking up at the bright sky. I closed my eyes, resigning myself to my fate.

Chapter 2

Then I woke up. I couldn't really tell where I was. Or if I was. I was sweating, yet cold. Trembling. Yeah. I had a fever. A pretty severe one. Through the haze of my head pounding like it was the morning after drinking, I tried to look around. I wasn't on that god forsaken mountain anymore, that was for sure. Slick stonewall surrounded me, except directly in front of me, where bars stood from ground to the floor. I was in a cell of some sort.

I tried to move my feet so I could inspect my new surroundings better, but neither my feet or my hands could move. I looked at my wrists. They were shackled to the stonewall. Not able to look down properly, I guessed my feet were shackled as well. And from how high up I was, I was guessing I wasn't exactly on ground level. Someone had picked me up, taken me into this wet, damp hellhole and hung me up like I was a painting.

"You are awake," someone said. I couldn't tell from where. The voice echoed from all around. Whoever spoke did so out of sight.

It was hard to tell from such a short sentence, and with all the echo, but the voice sounded like it belonged to a woman.

"You are awake," the woman's voice said again after a short while. For some reason, the way it spoke sent shivers down my spine. It talked like a predator. Like a hunter. The voice spoke softly, but with a tinge of power that was not to be tested. Not that I was in any position to test anyone in anything.

"Who are you?" the voice asked.

I didn't respond. Sure I was young, but I knew better than to fall for treacherous women folk who hid in the shadows! No doubt she would cast a spell on me the moment I gave up who I was. Everyone knew how haunted these parts were, and I guess I got that confirmed. To my huge dismay. No, it was better to remain silent.

"I can keep you here forever, and you will remain silent forever, but if you speak, at least the time will fly all the better," the voice said. "What is your name?"

Her voice had an ominous feel to it. Even through the echo. Like there were two voices at once. One deeper and more dangerous, and one lighter pitched, that was more cheerful and playful. What sort of treachery was this?!

I didn't respond now either. I clenched my fists, to my huge discomfort. The shackles were way too tight. Whoever was speaking seemed to notice.

"I can loosen those up... and give you this blanket," she began. I was cold, and the shackles were tight. Hell, I was freezing and my fever was burning me alive. But I didn't want whoever was out there to come closer.

"No!" I yelped.

"He speaks. And he reeks. But he does not trust me. Why?"

"Ugh... I..." Why didn't I trust her? I had no reason not to. Except... I looked at my shackles. And how I was utterly naked hanging there.

"I am alone on this mountain. So alone. I need to take precautions," the voice said. "I could not let a strange man wander about my corridors while I am all defenseless and alone."

I could hear movement. My eyes darted toward the opening in my cell. Outside was what looked like a mix of a corridor and a cave, with a hue of mist from the dampness hovering. I felt a shiver go through me. It was so fucking cold. My head was pounding. But I had to remain sharp. But whoever was there didn't reveal herself. She sounded like she slid down the wall outside the cell, to sit down.

"I would roll an apple across the floor, but you can not pick it up. Maybe with more stewing on the wall, you will trust me well enough."

"Why... why do you talk like that?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. Hell, maybe it was good to know my captor some.

"Like what?" the voice sounded eager at the prospect that I was curious about her.

"Like you're making rhymes."

"It is not really rhyming. But alas, I have been alone for quite some time. I do not speak so often, so forgive me, I tend to, as you said, rhyme."

"If... If I'm not let down, or let free... I will die... I have a fever... It's getting bad, I think," I said with a trembling voice. It was true. I had seen people perish to fevers before. If I didn't get dry and warm soon, it would be over for me.

"I was going to put a blanket on you, but you woke up, and here we are. Blanket so close, but yet so far. Sorry, I 'rhymed' again," the voice said and giggled. I couldn't help but feel a string pulled in my cold heart. A girl's giggle. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but here in the haunted mountains, I found it again.

Haunted mountains. I had to not let myself be tricked. It was no doubt all a play. To what end, I had no idea. Maybe cook me into some vile potion. Maybe there was some enchantment that required a nobleman's blood, I was a mayor's son after all. Though, the town probably didn't exist anymore.

"Can... Can I please have the blanket?" I pleaded. I knew it was dangerous, but at this point I was dead either way if I didn't get this fever under control.

"Absolutely. Just tell me your name, dear boy."

"I'm... I'm..."

The room started to spin as darkness once again consumed me.

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My fever was so mind crushing, I had no idea I was awake or if I was in a fever dream. I could barely tell if I was alive, or dead. Even the voice seemed like a farfetched imagination I couldn't even start to think was real. To think at all was a struggle. Everything was. I was so exhausted. If I didn't get medical attention, I was sure to perish. All I knew was that I yearned for it. Release, one way or the other. It had to be over.

Somewhere out there in the damp dungeon I could hear the slow flaps of wings, I could hear the cell door open. I felt claw-like nails and gentle fingers touch my forehead, causing my body, chained up or not, to spasm in pain. I retched at the contact, but I was unable to do anything of it. I convulsed and drooled vomit down all over myself. I hadn't eaten anything, so the vomit was luckily no more than thick liquid.

My body shivered as I cried from pain and from the nausea. Hanging there on the wall, naked and drooling vomit, uncontrollable tears trickling down my face, unable to keep a single thought straight, I felt less than a person. The degradation was unbearable. I just wanted it all to end. It was just a small relief when my arms and legs were unchained. Soon I was hovering, and I would surely crash to the ground, but I never did.

Before I passed out, I swore I saw long tender feet swiftly hover across the floor.

Chapter 3

I woke up. I had done so before, but this time I was in a much better state. I felt alive. I felt like I was inside a dream. Stretching out, I could feel the soft fabric that was wrapped around me. The gentle silks so smoothly slithering along my arms and legs. Stretching as long as I was, I could tell whatever I was laying on was a big piece of furniture. If it was a bed, it surely was bigger than anything I had ever been in. My muscles ached. What was left of them. But I felt good. Like really good. I hadn't been this good since... before my hometown got burnt to the ground. Right now, I was feeling as young and healthy as a guy my age should be.

"My big boy is awake," the voice said. This time much closer. Reality started to set.

I turned around. I couldn't see her. She no doubt hid behind the red bed curtains somewhere. And by god how big this bed was! I was a long man, but my toes were far from the edge. Still, she was hiding in the shadows. Maybe she was shy? She had no reason to be. If it was a she. Maybe that was a bit presumptuous, but the voice was as soft and gentle as womans. Even the darker undertones sounded gentle to him, but maybe those were sort of sterner. It gave the voice an ominous presence.

"Did you save me?" I asked. Of course she did. Who else?

"Your savour is I," she said. She had a very slow way of speaking. It sounded like her words floated more than she said them. Deliberately, but smoothly.

"Th-thank you," I said, as earnestly as I could.

"Oh... You do not have to thank me. It was the only right thing to do. Especially with what I have in plans for you!" the voice said and giggled.

"I knew you were up to something!" I exclaimed, trying to sit up. And I did. I was no longer a captive. No chains held me down. "I knew you were up to something!" I reiterated.

"Oh, do not act as if you will not enjoy it!" the voice said, much closer. Whoever was there had moved closer.

I looked around, but the bed curtain acted as a shield against the outside room. The room was lit up, but that was all I could gather. Then, in a small gap long, slender fingers produce themselves through the red linen. My mind must be playing tricks on me still, as I swore, in the warm orange light that the fingers were not only abnormally long, but also had a dark blue color to them. Almost like sapphire. The long fingers slowly draped around the edge of the curtain, and slowly the curtain was moved aside, revealing the rest of the figure that was behind it. And I couldn't believe my eyes as I gazed upon her. In awe, in terror, in shock and in absolute fright.

The creature that leaned down under the curtains was a long, slender woman-looking figure, dressed in a soft silk-looking blue robe that reached all the way to her ankles. Soft in her features, like a woman. Only... it wasn't a woman. It was... I had no word for it. Her hair was dark and thick, hanging back behind what looked like two horns that curled up in a small crown. She had even folded her hair back her horns, as if it were her ear. Her pupils were big and wide, and they shone bright orange out of a sapphired face. A big face. Not proportional too big, but the whole her was humongous! She had to be at least eight feet, if not more!