I settled into my bed, deliberately not looking at it. Maybe tonight would be different.

My bedroom was a simple affair, consisting of a bed, a large dresser, a bedside table with a couple books stacked up, and a single chair. And the closet. The looming, ominous door was directly across from my bed. I didn't look at it. To look at it would be to acknowledge it, and maybe...maybe whatever made this happen had to have me look at it.

It was a novel strategy, but I was willing enough to try it.

I snuggled deeper into my blankets, pulling them up near to my eyes, and then flicked the lights off. I tossed and turned for a while, eventually drifting off into an uneasy half sleep.

I was awoken by whispering. I moaned as I heard the soft muffled words, shuddering in my blankets. They were coming from the closet. I sat upright in bed, the covers slithering off of me.

"I don't like this game," I whispered into the darkness, seeing the deeper dark of the closet outlined against my vision.

The whispering seemed to slacken for a moment. I seized the chance, "Please....please stop. I don't want to play anymore."

Silence. Blessed, incredible silence. It stretched out, enveloping the room, for ten seconds. Twenty. Half a minute. A full minute. I stayed where I was, hardly daring to believe. Had that been all it took? Some verbal begging? Had I really not tried that in all the time I had been tormented? Was I finally free?

The closet door swung open.

My animal scream of fear was silenced as the blankets rose up to stuff themselves into my mouth. As I fought with the suddenly moving covers, twin figures seemed to materialize from the closet and approach the bed. I found myself seized by unseen yet familiar hands and flipped onto my stomach. My hands and arms were lashed together with rope, my legs and ankles fitted with buckled straps. My impromptu gag was pulled from my mouth and a panel gag with a thick ball on the inside substituted. My eyes, rolling with fear, were suddenly plunged into further darkness as a thick leather blindfold was strapped to my head.

I moaned and screamed into my gag, thrashing in my bonds, as two sets of hands began to stroke, to tease, and to molest my body. I bucked on my bed, fighting against them as they slowly wrenched my limbs into a snug hogtie. I whimpered as I felt a thick leather collar buckled around my throat. That was different. They hadn't ever...oh, no...please please please, noooooo

I felt a hot sultry breath against my ear, "We would be happy to stop playing this game with you little one. We realize it is a little frightening, so we decided tonight was the night we would finally claim you." The lips of my captress planted a kiss against my cheek as I hummed into my gag with fear, continuing to struggle against my tight bonds.

I felt myself suddenyl rising from the bed, levitating upwards with no hint of support from either of the two figures. The two of them settled for chuckling, throaty laughs as I was slowly rotated, and then brought to aim at the closet. The yawning gap. I screamed into my gag. No, no, not in there. Please no, don't take me! I raged against my bonds, my voice a shrill muffled keening. A hand stroked my head. Another stroked my ass, "You'll be happy once we're home." the first voice said.

"You won't have to worry about closets anymore," the second voice chuckled

"We'll keep you locked away, nice and safe," the first voice promised

"Bound to both of us." The second voice assured me

I was approaching the closet rapidly now, continuing to keen into my gag. As I crossed the threshold I gave one last mighty struggle against my bonds. One last terrified scream of defiance. And then I entered the closet, my two unseen tormentors of these last many weeks and months to either side of me.

The door swung shut.

The room stilled.

A few minutes passed and then the door to the outer hallway opened. Mrs. Addison, the landlady, quietly padded into the room. She stopped by the bedside table, where a small stack of coins were swept into her pocket, before proceeding across to the closet. She carefully opened it. Inside, a young naked raven haired girl was kneeling on a soft silk pad. Her arms were strapped up in a snug leather boxtie. Her head was covered completely in a tight leather hood, replete with a panel gag and blindfold. At her throat a leather collar with a throbbing emerald was buckled into place. A leash dangled from it. The girl's panel gag was partly detached and hanging from the hood, a small folded note clenched between her teeth. Mrs Addison absently removed the note, flipping it open to read it.

The Bargain Endures

She gave a satisfied smile and then gently rebuckled the girl's gag. The girl gave a soft moan of resignation, but didn't resist her ministrations. A significant period of time as an Elven pleasure slave would do that to anyone. She took up the girl's leash and urged her from the closet. She would put up the advertisement for the room in a week. After she had thoroughly enjoyed the fruits of this girl's training by the two Elven ladies who had decided to make a portal in Mrs Addison's small Bed and Breakfast. She had caught them in the act that very first night, ravishing a Canadian newlywed couple who were to stay for several weeks. The couple had been aghast as their cute, friendly landlady had begun talking to the Elves rather than rescuing them. They had moaned and bucked against their restraints when an accord was finally struck between the human woman and the two Elves. An accord that would facilitate their kidnap and training of unsuspecting human travelers, in return for various types of compensation. She had watched, fascinated, as the two newlyweds were levitated while strictly hogtied, and floated through the closet door.

She gave the leash another tug as she led the girl down the hallway towards her own room. Enough coin to keep her little slice of the world running. And an ever fresh crop of randy playmates. Once the two Elven women were done with their toys, Mrs Addison always kept them around for a time. The extra energy and vitality that her captives had to put towards mutual pleasure was always heightened for a time after their sojurn into Faerie. She had very much enjoyed that first week when the Canadians had come back. Ooooh, the things they had learned. The things she made them do.

She opened the door to her room, reeling the girl in, "Let's see how well you learned your new duties, slave girl."