Vince shifted around in his seat on the patio, bracing his sketchbook over one knee. He wasn't particularly interested in the English landscape stretched out before him, all rolling fields and meadows finishing in a darkening forest perhaps a mile off. No, he was intent on sketching out by hand an idea that had blossomed over the course of his day, a fantasy themed kidnapping. Contained in his sketchbook, in mostly still outlined form, a half-bound boy was fleeing a laughing Elf-maiden. The boy's arms were locked behind his back in rope, and the Elf-maid had additional bundles gripped in one hand as she sprinted after her captive.

He chuckled mentally to himself, shifting around in his chair again. Oh to be in that nameless boy's universe.

He had been sketching here now for a few hours, as part of an unplanned stop in this sleepy English village. The patio on which he sat was fairly empty, a single elderly couple sharing a meal on the far side from him. The patio was right out on the road, the road which contained the only crossroads around which this village huddled. His face momentarily darkened as he mentally cursed at the broken down rental vehicle that had so delayed him here, and would continue to delay him for days yet according to the mechanic. It wasn't enough that these fools drove on the wrong side of the road, they also had terrible--

His growing mental diatribe was arrested as a shadow partly obscured the light from the mid-afternoon sun. 

"Oooh!That's a cool drawing!" 

Vince felt a slight flush and flipped the sketchbook closed as he turned in his seat. He needn't have bothered though. A woman settled herself into the table's other chair, dragging it closer to his own. She had a tomboy-ish look about her: tousled brown hair brought back in a short ponytail behind her, a frame that spoke of flexibility and hidden muscle, and a face that was made to grin conspiratorially. Which she was now doing in his direction. Vince found himself torn between returning the smile and surrendering to his blush, so he busied himself with rooting around in his bag for...something.

"Aw, don't stop on my account! It looks really good!" Her lilting voice pegged her as a foreigner like him, certainly she wasn't a native of the area at least.

"Not done yet." Vince said,a little shortly. He grimaced at himself, "Sorry, don't mean to be short."

She cocked her head at him for a moment, his near-rudeness seeming to wash right over here with nary a trace, "What's a cute Frenchie doing in this sleepy little village?"

"My rental broke down," Vince shrugged, electing to ignore the adjective she had attached for the moment, "mechanic says it'll be a few days so I'm stuck."

"Oh." the girl was momentarily quiet. Then she scooted her chair even closer and stuck out a hand, "I'm Emily! Just over from Canada! What's your name?"

"Vince," He bemusedly took her hand and gave it a squeeze. She grinned at him again, and then flicked his sketchbook back open to the half completed drawing.

"So is this part of a story, or...?"

"Just an idea that popped into my head today, while I was sitting here."

"Well it's really good! How do you draw without a model or anything? Can I see some other ones? Do you like--"

The questions came thick and fast. Vince found he couldn't even summon up annoyance at this girl as she peppered him with questions about his art, and about him. She seemed so thoroughly fascinated that he felt his chest swell a bit as he responded, doing his best to answer each of her questions. He found himself flipping to a new page, demonstrating a few base sketching techniques to show how he went about starting a free hand piece. Her grin was infectious as well, and soon he wore a half-smile of his own as they chatted away on the patio. She insisted on buying a brace of rounds, 'to repay him for his company'. Vince was hardly about to complain about a few free drinks provided by, he was willing to admit, a fun and pretty girl.

As the early evening began to steal over the village, Vince suddenly began to feel drowsy. He carefully returned the mug of...something...the Emily had insisted was an excellent local drink, and cracked a massive yawn. He blinked in surprise at that, and then his eyes drooped further, barely remaining open. He wondered at his sudden exhaustion, but it was a slow, meandering thought that excited nothing in him, beyond a desire suddenly to get back to his bed.

"Whaazzaat? Imma ffffeee..."

"Vince?" Emily's concerned voice sounded in his ears, as though calling down a long tunnel, "Are you feeling alright?"

He tried to respond, but couldn't do more than mutter unintelligibly as his head slowly sank down to his chest. His thoughts were increasingly fuzzy too. He heard the buzz of words above him, Emily talking to the waitress perhaps. Then, activity around him, his sketchbook and other material being packed up into his bag. Emily gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. That was nice. She was nice.

He felt himself pulled up from his chair, and supported while he stood by Emily with an arm wrapped around his side, and his own arm drapped over her shoulder.

"Yerzzzooo uuuddd tmmeee." he slurred out in a sleepy voice.

He didn't really hear her response, though it came back promptly enough. Even as she began to walk forward, away and out of the pub, Vince was falling back into sleep. That odd sort of sleep wherein he was upright and walking, but was otherwise insensate to the world.

Emily gripped him a little tighter as his head rolled, coming to rest near to her own. She looked over at the now faintly snoring Vince, and gave him another grin that he couldn't see as they staggered down the village street. That had been easy enough, and what a find! Now came the more difficult part. She resolutely quickened her pace as much as she could. The night was coming on fast, and she would only have one shot at this.

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Vince moaned as he felt awareness trickling back into his body. He attempted to twist over in his bed, to burrow more deeply under covers and pillows. But his hands stayed resolutely away from him. That wasn't right. He flexed his arms, awareness now more rapidly returning, and tried to sit upright. Something was wrong. His limbs were...wait...tied? What?!

His eyes snapped open. This was not his room. He was currently lying on what was obviously a hotel bed, his limbs carefully secured in leather cuffs which were tied to the four corners of the bed frame. The tinkling of small locks as he moved told Vince that escape was going to be bloody difficult. His struggles momentarily halted, and then he gave an indignant series of muffled curses as he realized that he had been stripped naked! The stream of half-understandable curses were muffled by a panel gag, which kept a large ball shape inside his mouth. The straps were done up snugly enough, but not so cruelly tight that they hurt. Much.

His eyes darted wildly around the room, picking out the same furniture as his own, the different clothes and other items that told of someone else...and then, Emily! She was sitting at the room's desk, her back partly to him, poring over a rather thick looking book. He could faintly hear her muttering to herself, whether an argument or practicing at whatever words were there he couldn't tell. Vince began to struggle against his restraints in earnest this time, trying to get some sort of purchase against them, and Emily seemed to realize he had woken up.

She glanced back at him as he thrashed about, and offered a slightly regretful smile, "Hi Vince. Sorry about...well, all this. But it'll end well for you I promise!"

Vince gave her a disbelieving look, tinged with not a small amount of hurt at the betrayal he had suffered. He gave an angry grunt into his thick gag, remonstrating with her in his head as his voice was denied to him.

"I wasn't specifically there to grab you, you know? Anyone who seemed like they might enjoy this sort of thing was my target. You just...well you were drawing. And drawing this particular picture." She had removed the half-finished piece from his sketchbook, tracing some of the lines with a light finger. She gave another soft sigh, closed the tome on the desk with his drawing saving her spot, and came over to him.

She settled herself on the bed, and patted his naked thigh, drawing the slightest, and softest, of moans from Vince. Emily's grin widened just fractionally, and Vince found himself struggling to maintain his glare without blushing.

"I'll at least give you a full explanation before continuing ok? Let you know why this is happening." She absently began running her hand up and down his thigh, staring off into the middle distance as Vince clenched his fists impotently and muttered into his gag.

"You might think this a bit strange, but I promise you I've done my research. Anyway, months and months ago, my...friend, Thomas was kidnapped. Well, the police say disappeared. I say kidnapped. He was meant to be staying at a little rented cottage in this area, but he never made it. They found his car, broken down and abandoned on the road. And not a trace of him at all. Seemingly whisked away into thin air, and no one could figure out who or how. At least, that's what we were told back home."

A frown flitted across her face, and her hand momentarily squeezed down on Vince's thigh. He moaned into his gag at the pressure. He couldn't help it. This sort of situation...tied up and helpless while a domineering girl was in control...he shivered in his bonds. Emily though, continued.

"I figured it out though. Took some doing. These folks around here don't really like to talk to strangers about this sort of thing. And certainly wouldn't have talked to cops about it." She looked down at him, that slight grin still on her face, "I dunno if fate's a real thing, but that particular drawing of yours...well."

She took a breath, her hand now settled onto Vince's stomach, "There lands are old. I mean, really old in terms of its peoples. The ones who have lived here for untold generations. Enough that they retain a connection to...well...the faerie folk. And one of them took Tom."

"I read up on all this!" She said, a little defensively, as Vince rolled his eyes and huffed into his gag. She gestured at the mighty tome on the desk, "Had to go through a fair bit of mindless searching to find that book, and figure out a way to get Tom back. That's where you come in." She gave his chest a sharp tap-tap with her hand. Vince warbled into his gag, not liking where this conversation appeared to be headed.

"It's not exactly a clear instruction manual on getting the Elves to return someone who was taken, but I figured that if I could find someone to trade that would work. Someone who really enjoyed this sort of thing, and wouldn't mind being bound and dominated for as long as it pleased a horny Elf-lady to do so. And I would get my Thomas back."

Vince shook his head wildly from side to side, trying to buck himself off the bed. But his wrist and ankles restraints held him firmly. His gag effectively prevented any sort of intelligible noise, and would further ensure nothing would be heard beyond the walls of this room anyway. He was trapped. Trapped, and apparently about to be exchanged to some fantasy creature? He couldn't believe that she believed in this crazy story, let alone expected him to buy her crackpot theory. If he could just speak with her, reason with her!

But she had apparently finished with her explanation, and she rose from the bed. Taking the tome in hand, she laid it out carefully on the desk, and contorted one hand into an odd shape to gesture towards Vince. In a low tone she began to chant, over and over again.

Tir na nog, oh come from beyond the ancient fog.
Tir na nog, Oh, come to me from Tir Na Nog
Come to me, Faerie, that we may speak,
and strike a bargain here

Vince snorted into his gag again, as nothing seemed to happen. She continued to chant the short passage, her brows knitted in concentration. Vince gave another effort at struggling and then, just as she said "bargain" he let out a loud moan of frustration.

The light in the room flickered. Vince and Emily both froze, watching it as it flickered again. And then, one set of eyes alight with wonder, the other with growing fear, the light dimmed before them. And went out.

Vince strained against his bonds, a soft whimper escaping his mouth into the darkness of the room. A dim twilight was all the illumination in the room now. His eyes searched out and found the silhouette of Emily, standing stock still near the desk. Barely seeming to breath as she waited. Vince collapsed back onto the bed with a moan of frustration.

A soft, lilting voice, that seemed to come from all around them suddenly spoke, "Well...what have we here?"

Soft luminescence streamed out into the room, bathing it in a soft glow. Rather reminiscent of natural lighting in caves. The absent though sprouted in Vince's mind, and flitted away. Vince and Emily both stared towards a corner of the room where the cloest was. Had been. The door had seemingly vanished to reveal what should have been a darkened closet space. Instead it was a darkness tinged with green that seemed to pulse and writhe. As they watched a figure seemed to materialize within it, and step out into the soft light of the room.

Vince squinted in disbelief. An Elf! An actual bloody Elf.

The Elven woman was clad in soft, supple leathers, as though she were planning to go for a ride through a forest. Knee high soft boots completed her rather woodsy appearance. Her sharp features, and ears, were framed by deeply crimson hair which she had drawn back into a thick braid that came down in front over her right shoulder. At her belt a collar and leash were nearly coiled up, along with a sturdy yet elegant looking knife. Her eyes swept the room, noting Vince and Emily with an equal level of interest.

Vince heard Emily clear her throat, as though suddenly unsure of herself. Not that he blamed her. It was just as well he was gagged, Vince thought, staring at the gorgeous faerie creature before him. He likely couldn't have summoned words anyway.

"My name is Emily," her voice barely quavered at all, "I want to strike a deal."

"A deal?" The Elf drifted forwards on soft, soundless feet, stretching out a hand towards Vince as though to touch him, but refraining at the last moment. A hungry smile bloomed as he moaned at the teasing non-touch, and she turned to look at Emily. Her proximity seemed to intimidate the girl a little, and the Elf gave her a reassuring smile, "What sort of deal?"

Emily swallowed, evidently trying to resist being thoroughly entranced by the Elf. She crossed her arms over her chest, "I want my...my friend back. He was taken around here last autumn. I want to trade for him. He was over visiting."

The Elf paused for a moment, her eyes flickering as though calling up a memory.

"Thomas?"

Emily gave a relieved nod, "Yes."

"Ah." The Elf was silent again, as though thinking. Absently, her hand went to Emily's face, tracing her jawline. The girl stood still, seeming to think this was simply how Elves were. Vince took that moment to begin angrily thrashing around again, yelling into his gag. He had gotten over his initial shock that apparently faerie creatures were real and existed, and now just wanted out. He just wanted to be away from this room, with its two insane occupants. They were welcome to each other, he thought, twisting at his wrist restraints and growling at their implacable hold on him.

The Elf-lady cocked her head at him, drifting away from Emily to stand next to the bed. She gazed down, her gaze interested, "Where is this one from?"

"Sounds like France, I dunno." Emily responded shakily, trying to fortify herself after the close proximity of the Elf, "He...he drew a picture of an Elf capturing a human..."

Vince's eyes went wide as the Elf lightly vaulted up onto the bed, settling herself across him. She straddled his bound and naked body, her slight smile widening at his answering moan. She accepted the drawing Emily offered her, and seemed to take a great interest in studying it. He eyes would flick over to Vince every so often, and her hips would shift this way and that, drawing further moans and whimpers from him. He was getting quite hot and bothered over his situation, a fact which this Elf-lady seemed intent on exploiting.

She gently placed the page next to his head, and leaned in close to him, "So little one, you have dreamed of such a situation? To be, mmmm, hunted...caught, by one of the Faerie." Her lips brushed against his face, her voice an alluring whisper, "Taken and bound. Helpless. My little...pet?"

Vince moaned into his gag, bucking his hips underneath her. The Elf undulated her own hips in response, a hand coming up to cradle his head, "Would you wish to play such games with me? My little captive artist?"

He couldn't think. He couldn't concentrate on anything apart from the heat growing within himself. He found himself whimpering and jerking a nod, desperately thrusting up against her. Frustrated.

A soft chuckle was breathed into his ear, "Hold onto that feeling, little one. I shall give you a moment to consider." She trailed a soft kiss across the panel gag keeping him silent, her eyes holding promise of what could come of this. Vince's eyes were locked to her. He couldn't look away, couldn't stand to not gaze at this...this exquisite creature. She alighted from the bed, still eyeing Vince.

The Elf rocked back and forth on her heels for a few moments, considering. Then, "I will take this boy as payment for reuniting you and your Thomas then? This is our compact?"

Emily nodded eagerly, relieved that the Elf seemed willing to be reasonable, "Yes!" She swallowed as the Elf approached her, a hand reaching out to touch Emily's shoulder.

"Our compact, agreed to willingly?"

"Yes." The word was slightly hitched.

"Once more." the words were whispered, though Vince and Emily both heard. "Seal it." A faint ring of command, cloaked in the heated tension the Elf seemed to exude into both humans.

"Yes! Yes, I agree!" Emily's voice was strained, her whole body quivering as the Elf lightly ran her fingers across her shoulders and neck. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut, seemingly to aid in maintaining a sliver of composure.

The Elf gave a satisfied sigh, her eyes closing as though in a brief moment of bliss, "Our compact. Willingly sealed." She stepped back, her body facing towards both Vince and Emily, and wriggled her fingers in a complicated series of gestures. As she did so a fluid stream of words came from her, intoned in a language few humans had ever heard spoken in the last thousand years.

Vince squawked into his gag as something forced him upright. His entire body seemed to be writhing as that internal heat that had been building exploded outwards. An odd tickling sensation accompanied this, and he screamed into his gag, thrashing around in his still tight bonds. He felt himself lifted off the bed, his arms and legs tensioned together, somehow coming free from his prison. He squeezed his eyes shut, and gave another shriek as he felt his arms pulled sharply behind him. He braced himself for the explosion of muscle pain, he had never been flexible enough for this sort of bondage.

But it didn't happen. Whatever force propelled his arms smoothly brought his elbows and forearms together, completely touching, without a hint of protest from his body. Vince's eyes shot open in shock at this, and as he tried to move them apart again, heard the unmistakable creak of leather. He looked down at his chest to see his body covered in black leather straps, both of what was clearly an armbinder behind him, as well as a thick profusion of them forming some sort of harness around his arms and torso. He groaned into his gag as he looked further down, to where his legs had been subsumed into black leather sheathes. He took a stumbling step, and nearly toppled over. His bare feet had been fitted out with hoofed boots, which made a soft clop sound every time he took a step.

"Mmmmmmpphh!!" He angrily groaned into his gag as, to compound this indignity, he suddenly felt an unmistakable tightening around his groin. He looked down to see more black leather covering his crotch, and covering as well the tight cage that now enclosed his member. He moaned into his gag as the black leather seemed to pulsate warmth into him. He looked up desperately to find the Elf watching him and his reactions. He moaned again into his gag, the feelings from his bindings making him thrust his hips towards her. She chuckled at him, "Such a wanton pony."

"Hey!"

Vince and the Elf both turned, he rather jerkily, she with a cool elegance. Emily gestured towards the Elf and then at herself. Her clothes had changed, from the streetwear she had wore when she met Vince, to now a shiny, glossy black rubber catsuit, complete with knee high high-heeled boots. She had both hands on her hips and, were it not for the Elf's seemingly effortless control of the room and those in it, would have cut quite the domineering figure.

"What's the big ide--aaaaarrrggghh!" The Elf pounced on her. She smoothly intercepted Emily's flailing efforts to block her, spinning her around and yanking her arms behind her back. Another muttered word, some odd looking visuals, and Emily pulled away from the Elf, now sporting a snug black leather armbinder. Likely the twin of the one keeping Vince bound. Not giving her another moment, a large panel gag was conjured up form somewhere, and speedily inserted and buckled tightly onto her protesting face. The Elf spooled the leash and collar away from her waist, grinning at Emily's protests, and almost lovingly buckled it around the panting girl's neck. Emily gave a deep, despairing moan as the Elf finished and stepped back, closing her eyes in frustrated defeat. A ruby throbbed its red light around her throat.

"Do not worry, I am adhering to our bargain little one," The Elf's lilting voice oozed a calming effect onto both of them, stilling their struggle to escape to listen to her. "You see, I cannot keep your Frankish friend over there for too long." a regretful look passed over the Elf's face, "Not unless he wants to stay. Rules, and all that."

Emily grunted into her gag, while Vince mutely watched. Maybe he would be getting out of this after all! The Elf approached him, producing another collar, though this one with a sparkling emerald ensconced in it, and slowly buckled it snugly against his throat. Vince moaned at her ministrations.

The Elf chuckled at the odd mix of hope and frustrated desire on Vince's face, "Oh, don't get me wrong pet, I will thoroughly enjoy making you my obedient pony, but I will have to let you go in the end. Which," she turned back to Emily, waggling a finger at her, "hardly seems a fair trade since your Thomas already willingly submitted himself to me."

Emily growled into her gag at this, and the Elf shook her head, "Don't be like that. I took him in out of a storm he might very well have died in. I didn't force anything upon him. I do not allow that." the last sentence was sharper, and for a moment the Elf's eyes flashed with something fierce before quieting. "He begged me to collar him, to make him mine. And so he has remained, hidden from the pains of the world. Happy. Content. My pet.

She turned to face Emily, "So I will reunite you and he. But he will not return to this world. You will join him, in mine." Emily moaned into her gag, and again as the Elf traced the lines of her jaw with her delicate fingers. The Elf leaned in, cupping the the back of Emily's head, and delivered a gentle, though still domineering kiss to her gagged lips. Emily swayed almost drunkenly on her feet as the Elf pivoted away, coming over to grab Vince by the collar, and deliver the same powerful kiss to him as well. Warmth seemed to explode through him, even as her lips pressed the leather of his gag tighter to his lips.

Vince moaned, his hips gyrating against his captress'. She broke away with a soft laugh, a snap announcing the attachment of a leash to his collar. She paused for a moment, still standing so close, appearing to be considering something. Her eyes re-focused on Vince after a moment,

"Of course, no pony of mine would be complete without a tail..."

For a moment Vince looked at her blankly. Then, the realization of what she meant hit him, and he began to back away from her, shaking his head energetically back and forth, the leash tinkling against him. The Elf advanced on him, still grinning, and then lightening quick snatch the leash and pulled him in close.

"I do enjoy a pony with a bit of fire in his belly pet." She cooed at him, while spinning him around and shoving him partly onto the bed. "Perhaps, after a day or two, I shall allow you to attempt an escape, and hutn for you. Would you like that?" She pressed her lips up near his ear, "To be tracked down, run to ground, and then roped up and returned? Collared once again by your Mistress?" Vince growled into his gag and tried to struggle back upright, but found that the slight pressure she placed on his back prevented him from doing anything but flailing about helplessly. Emily was no help, still swaying in place with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"This is another of those things I do enjoy doing without magic," The Elf whispered into his ear, her voice a soft, warm breath against him. Vince moaned into his gag, and then gave a strangled grunt as he felt the tip of what had to be a buttplug tease his rear. He tried to shift around to avoid it, but the Elf kept up a steady pressure, whilst cooing sweet little nothings to him in his ear. Warmth seemed to exude from her, filling him once again, despite the situation, with feelings of contentment, lust, and an ever increasing desire to please her. This faerie creature had thoroughly ensnared him.

"Breathe. Just breathe, little one. Keep on breathing, and taking it. Reeeelaaaaax, good boy!" That last came as the plug was seated home inside him. 

"MMhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Vince gave a long moan as the intruder shifted about, giving him all sorts of new sensations as his hips squeezed and moved. He felt the play of thin long hair across his rear, and realized that this plug actually had horsehair to hang in a most demeaning fashion from his bottom. The lady gave his rear a groping massage, and a testing tug on the horsetail which dragged another strangled gurgle from Vince. She gave him a smack across his rear, and then hauled him back up to his feet.

"Now my lovely," she was in front of Vince once more, one hand gripping the d-ring where his collar and leash connected, the other gripping his hip, "I am going to bring you with me and train you to be the most wonderful ponyboy imaginable. If you can resist asking me, thrice, to collar you, then you'll be allowed to leave after one month. That's all you need endure." She tapped his nose with a grin, "See that you keep up that fire pet, unless you want to have a ruby collar buckled about your throat and locked on like sweet little Emily here."

She gathered up Emily's leash, tugging the girl over to stand next to a clip-clopping Vince. Looking over both of them with a satisfied grin, she continued, "My name, for when I allow you to go about ungagged, is Mistress Lanea. Remember it well."

Then with a tug, she began to chivvie them towards the whirling black and green portal, where a closet used to be, "Come along pets. Let me show you the wonders of the Land of the Faerie."

Vince took a last despairing look around the room as he was pulled nigh to the portal. From where Lanea and Emily were in front of him, a faint tune drifted back, to swirl about him and the room. His last thought before he was pulled through, the last question he wondered, was whether he could ever refuse Lanea's collar. How could such a thing be possible? The song remained there for a time, even after Vince was pulled, moaning, through the portal to experience life as an Elven Mistress' pony. Words that, heard by any human ear, would plant the seeds of longing within them. Longing that might, some cold October evening in the future, take them up out of town and into the hinterlands...

From the shores through the ancient mist,
You bear the mark of my elven kiss.
Clear the way, I will take you home
To eternal bliss.
Time won't follow the path we came.
The world you left, it forgot your name.
Stay with me and be mine my love,
Spare my heart the pain.