Old Lores in Modern Times
»Arrr, little Missey, wanna make some good monnaaay?«
Caitlyn rolled her eyes with annoyance, looking at the man on her doormat, dressed in a green suit that was a bit too small for him. The false beard wasn`t accurate and the way he was trying to act like a Leprechaun, walking with his back curved and speaking in a high pitched falsetto, made her cringe.
»Eric, you sound like a retarded pirate rather than a Leprechaun! So, let`s get this done asap!«
The pretty blonde wanted to make absolutely clear that this was all business so Eric would not consider it a date. She had enlisted at Dublin University the year before, but during the holidays, she still worked at their local pub – the »Pot of Gold« that Eric had taken over when his father had retired. The young man wasn`t a real creep and he had never really tried to molest her, but Caitlyn knew he had a crush on her and so, when she worked at the pub, she always felt his eyes on her.
The day before, Eric had asked her whether she would like to participate in a competition for St. Patrick`s Day. The famous Guinness brewery would pay 10.000 for the best designed poster referring to both their beer and Irish lore. Eric had boasted around about his »great idea« and talked to Caitlyn until she had agreed to model for him. He had offered to share the win with her, but Caitlyn, more realistically, had insisted on getting paid 50 Euros in advance for the estimated two hours of shooting.
Looking at the street, she missed Eric`s Porsche, a car Caitlyn called his second penis. Instead, there was something that reminded her of old TV shows or the Wallace and Gromit animations: a black Austin A30, small and somehow cute, with the golden Guinness logo on the side door. Beside it, a young red-haired man was leaning; other than Eric, he was dressed like a normal adult. Now, he was approaching the house, smiling a bit too broad, but nevertheless friendly.
»Hi, I am David. I am the photographer!«
So, Eric had managed to find someone who would do the filming. Caitlyn stepped aside to let the two men in, but David shook his head.
»We won`t do the shoot here. I mean, this sure is a nice house, but it doesn`t quite represent our old Irish tradition.«
Caitlyn had to agree to that. Her parents had bought the house that was just a bit too small to be called a mansion three years ago and it was as modern as one could wish. Then, she smiled provocatively and said:
»Neither do I!«
Indeed, Caitlyn didn`t look very Irish, being tallish, blonde and having blue eyes. David let his eyes wander over her shapely forms and again showed his broad smile.
»Nah, but you are eye candy.«
Caitlyn wasn`t sure whether she should feel flattered or insulted, but David told her about a great location in the woods where they would do the shooting. She sighed: her idea of a nice Saturday morning sure was not stumbling through the forest with Eric and his strange friend, but after all, she had promised it.
So, two minutes later, she was sitting in the ancient car, beside David, whilst Eric was trying to be comfortable on the backseat, together with some of David`s equipment. All the time, the photographer got into raptures about the location he had found.
»It looks like enchanted! We will win the first price for sure!«
Caitlyn looked down on herself. Expecting a normal photo shoot in her house or garden, she had put on her »Sexy Saint Paddy«-outfit: a tight green shirt, green-checkered hot pants that showed a lot of her long legs, clad in pantyhose, and her dark green high-heeled pumps. Not quite the perfect outfit for a walk in the woods.
»If necessary, I will carry you!«, Eric promised, causing Caitlyn to roll her eyes.
They reached the parking lot at the forest and to Caitlyn`s amusement, David made Eric carry the aluminum box containing his camera that seemed to be quite heavy. He himself was carrying the tripod and a battery-driven spotlight whilst Caitlyn was given a plastic imitation of a cauldron filled with gold. It looked quite real, but hardly weighed three pounds.
Following David, they slowly walked through the woods, David whistling an old Irish tune, Eric sweating and swearing and Caitlyn trying not to stagger and to avoid ladders in her pantyhose.
»Wow!«
After some hour of walking, they had reached the spot and Caitlyn had to admit it was beautiful. The trees and the moss offered a rhapsody of green and all was put into an unreal light by the sunlight gleaming through the branches.
David quickly arranged the picture: Eric, who would play the Leprechaun, would step from behind a tree, sucking on his curved pipe and standing close to the cauldron whilst Caitlyn would sit on a huge moss-covered root in the front.
»At home, I will photoshop a barrel of Guinness in it. It will look as if the Leprechaun will have to choose between you and the beer and it will be called ›Hard choice‹!«
In Caitlyn`s ears, this did not sound award-worthy, but she did not complain and took the different poses David asked her to do whilst Eric did his best to look something else than an overweight barkeeper in a green suit. However, after a few minutes, David stopped, scratching his head.
»Caitlyn, don`t get me wrong, you are doing great, you are beautiful and the camera loves you – but it`s still not what I have in mind!«
»I will not take off my shirt!«, Caitlyn said quickly, before Eric could say anything. David laughed and shook his head.
»We are not in the 80ies anymore! No, I am thinking of another subtext. Ever been tied up before, Caitlyn?«
Her eyes widened, but he explained it to her: if the pretty girl would look helpless as the Leprechaun approached, it would trigger the savior knight slumbering within every man. In their subconscious, they would associate drinking Guinness with being that knight.
»In this case, the motto isn`t ›sex sells‹, but ›damsel sells‹, you got me?«
In a weak attempt to avoid getting tied up, Caitlyn offered to just put her hands behind her back, pretending to be bound, but David had already produced a coiled white cotton rope and was cutting it into pieces.
»Oh, that`s – really tight!«, Caitlyn complained as David tied her wrists behind her back. The ropes didn`t actually hurt, but they were cinched and felt quite restraining.
»That`s what it takes to make it look real! Please, just trust me!«
She felt a bit uneasy, but she remained silent as he now brought her elbows closer together, careful to not hurt her, but putting considerable strain to her arms and shoulders. Caitlyn felt how it forced her to lift and thrust out her boobs and she could almost feel Eric`s leering eyes.
However, when David let her see how she looked like on the camera`s display, she had to admit that it had indeed something appealing. Dave grinned, again a bit too broad, and meant that they were not finished yet.
He looped another rope around her upper body, above and below her breasts, and cinched it, thus pinning her arms closer to her body and framing her boobs in white coils. Then, he cut four more pieces and began to bind her long legs, above and below the knees, at her shins and finally, her ankles. He took care the loops were nice and parallel and when he was finished, he even took a handkerchief and polished her shoes before placing her on the root again.
Eric went on his position and David did some more shoots, but after a minute, he stopped again.
»Hm, almost perfect, but not perfect yet! Caitlyn, the slightly strained look in your eyes is wonderful!«
»No wonder!«, she replied, shifting in her tight bonds. She doubted if she would get free on her own accord. Then, she saw David rummaging through his box, producing a roll of green tape and a white cloth.
»No! No!«
Caitlyn shook her head as he approached her, guessing what he had in mind. David looked at her and explained:
»A gag will make your eyes look bigger and besides, it helps us with the dilemma of your mouth.«
»The dilemma of my mouth?«, Caitlyn snapped. She had always considered her mouth to be pretty and quickly, David assured her of that.
»However, the dilemma is: if you smile, you look as if you are not really in distress. But if you pretend to be scared, the image looks slightly creepy.«
He looked at her and after a while, Caitlyn nodded.
»Okay, but why not just using the tape? What`s the cloth for?«
»To stuff your cheeks, just to prevent the tape from getting wrinkled.«
It sounded so logically that Caitlyn sighed and agreed.
»That costs you a hundred Euros, Eric!«
Eric nodded and from the way he looked at her, helpless and vulnerable as she was, she knew what he would do once he would be alone with the photos. However, as David approached with the balled up cloth, she obediently opened her mouth.
Gently, but firmly, he shoved it into her mouth and then carefully placed a broad strip of tape over her lips, smoothing out the edges. Then, he said:
»Okay, on your position, Eric!«
Again, he filmed, but then, he once more stopped and produced a small bottle. Caitlyn`s eyes widened as he poured some golden powder in his palm.
»Just one last thing!«
He went over to Eric who looked at him, nor sure what David wanted from him. The photographer stretched his hand with the powder and blew it into Eric`s face.
Eric laughed, but then, he began to stammer and cough and moments later, he staggered and fell on the moss to his feet.
»Mhhmm?«
Caitlyn looked over her shoulder to see what had happened. She saw Eric lie on the ground and David look at her, again with that broad grin.
»Don`t mind, Caitlyn, he is just sleeping!«
His voice sounded sharp and then, suddenly, his form began to change. David shrank and his face began to change. Green clouds gathered around him and after a while, he had turned into a creature of not more than four feet, with claw fingers and a bearded face that looked old and weathered. Instead of his jeans and pullover, he now was wearing a green suit, looking shabby and old.
»Ah, that`s better! That human disguise becomes quite uncomfortable after some time!«
His voice sounded snarling and Caitlyn screamed through her gag as his red glooming eyes met hers. She writhed in her bonds and waited for this nightmare to end, but instead, the Leprechaun approached her and played with a stray of her blonde hair.
»Almost like gold, Caitlyn!«
»Uuhhmmmph! Nnngggg!«
He climbed on the root and put his claw fingers on her shoulders. Then, he jumped on her thighs and sat astride her. He buried his face between her breasts and snarled:
»Ah, a nice, soft cushion for my poor, old head!«
Caitlyn moaned and stared at him with fear as she felt his fingers caress her throat. She could feel his claws and knew that he could severely hurt her if she twitched. He grinned, showing his many spiky teeth, and let his fingers wander over her thrust out boobs. She trembled and he groped her just in a way his claws hurt her a bit and sent little tingles through her breasts, but did not really hurt her.
»I can feel your heart, are you as nervous as I am?«
He giggled and once again, Caitlyn screamed at the top of her lungs, coming out as a muffled moaning. Anyway, no one could hear her here, deep in the woods and with Eric put asleep.
The Leprechaun now jumped from her lap and pointed at the camera on its tripod.
»I will leave this to Eric, he might need some memory since I will keep the original!«
Again, he burst out laughing.
»Nobody will believe this poor guy! In the old times, people would have tried to rescue you, but now, they will put him into a hospital if he tells what has happened!«
He turned back to Caitlyn and continued:
»In the old times, men were aware of me and my kind and knew how to protect their daughters! But now, with your internet and all that, it seems the old lore is forgotten!«
Caitlyn mewed and was about to faint as he once again placed his hand on her left chest, seemingly getting aroused by her fast heartbeat. Again, his hand felt rough, but somehow, not brutal, but rather – Caitlyn refused to allow that thought – intriguing.
»Now, please, don`t be scared, Caitlyn!«
He turned his face away and let out a shrill whistle that hurt her ears. When he turned towards her again, he grinned and this time, she could see his pointy, greenish tongue as he licked his teeth.
»I just called my brothers, so they can help me to carry you to our lair. After all, we have a bet running among us!«
He bent over the terrified girl and let his finger run over the thin cloth of her hot pants, directly over her pubic mound.
»My older brother says you are a natural blonde and I say you aren`t. Our youngest, however, says that you have – removed the bushes around the pond, so to say! Well, we soon will find out!«
Again, his shrill laughter sounded through the forest, drowning the muffled screams of the helpless bound and gagged girl.
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