- part 1 of a BDSM kidnap story invented by D/s academy members -
(many thanks to Eclipso for the adaption and smoothing up the language)
This story came into existance at the BDSM story telling parties in June 2008, held at the D/s academy. One person started inventing one or more sentences of the story and then the next person continued the story adding their sentence(s) and so on.
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It was a cool, midsummer morning, when the woodsman heard a woman's cries coming from close by. He walked to where he thought the sound had come and stood quietly in the bushes, rubbing his eyes painfully in disbelief of what he saw. There she was, sitting on a tree stem next to the worn forest path, dirtied and pathetic, the same princess he had watched grow from child to woman. He watched in silence, remembering the nights he had lain awake on his bare straw mattress, thinking of her, thinking of how she had shunned him, never noticing him or responding to his polite "hellos", so far out of reach, so unattainable in every way. She looked miserable, tears streaming down her face, leaving streaks on her already muddied cheeks. He stares at her, wondering what could place her in such disarray, make her so strange to his sight, almost unrecognizable.
The princess wondered at her misfortune. How could her father, the king, want her to marry such an ugly, old man, with such an unkind disposition, not only ugly but painful to look upon. "Just because he is rich" she mumbled into the morning air "does not mean that I should marry that old frog, no matter what father wants". It was only when a shiver crawled over her skin that she realized dawn had broken, and wore only a light dress, which had now been covered in stains from her trek into the woods. Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks, following the familiar path to her chin, and falling silently on to her bodice.
The woodsman listened to her quiet sobs, and watched in fascination as the tears run in a small river to her already wet breast. Her sobs growing so loud, that his approach went unnoticed. Within inches of her, her scent flares against his nostrils, a mixture of sweat, earth and the musky scent of womanhood. Before he is even aware of his intentions, he finds himself reaching out to touch her quivering shoulder. He feels her tense, and then jump from under his grasp, stumbling up from her seat onto some broken twigs. She spins around to face him, placing her hand to her breast. He watches as recognition enters her eyes, and the fear oozes from her. "You scared me", she whispers delicately. He again approaches her, this time placing both hands upon her shoulders, running them gently down her sides to take her hands in his. He becomes angered as she yanks her hands from his, fear flashing in her eyes once more. “She thinks she's better than me” he thinks, “I'll show her better”. He reaches out, grabbing her bye the wrist, none to gentle this time, and turns pulling her behind him as he strides away back in to the woods.
The princess's shoulder screeches at the sudden jerk of being pulled by the large woodsman, her wrist instantly chaffing under his grasp, forced to follow him, or be dragged across the forest floor. The princess has to run to match his arduous pace. “Why has he grabbed me?” She thinks. Why is he doing this? A memory flashes behind her eyes, her mother's face, her mother's words, screaming through her brain, "Be careful in the forest little one, it is easy for a young woman to lose her way there". She does not know what these words mean, but up ahead, she sees a cottage, although to call it that would be generous, and their path leads right to its door.
The woodsman opens the door, and he tosses the princess inside and down to the floor, her body crashing against the hard wooden walls. He peers down at her, his anger rising fresh in his mind. "You have ignored me in the past, but as of today Princess, that is a privilege you no longer have".
-- TO BE CONTINUED :-) --
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