Taelin's Story

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“Is he dead?”

“Nay, he’s still breathin’. Mayhap he’s asleep?”

“I thought he slept with his eyes open?”

”He do, usually, leastways. Maybe he’s sick?”

“Dem eem elves get sick?”

“Dunno. Maybe we should tell someone?”

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Taelin was vaguely aware of the conversations going on over top him. He was still unaware that he had slept for nearly a week after the rape. Almost peacefully, he had drifted somewhere between the waking world and that of dreams. There was no pain here, no humiliation. The young elf almost wished he would never wake again. He was safe here.

“Taelin.”

That voice. He would have known that voice anywhere. The soft, melodic lilt that had soothed him as a child. It would always represent safety to him. He spun around to face the being that owned the voice.

“Nana!” He almost fell to his knees at her feet. “I thought you were dead!” He sobbed.

“I know, penneth (little one), and I am. I came to tell you that you must wake now. You cannot follow Ada and I to the Halls of Waiting. There is still much you must do!”

“But Nana, you cannot send me back there! I am a slave, and have no way of escape. You cannot ask this of me!”

“Ion nin, (my son) I must. There are many lives you have yet to save. It pains me greatly, to send you back to such torment, and were there another way, believe me, I would tell you. Le veleth nin, penneth. (I love you, little one) Now wake!”

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Taelin’s crystal blue eyes flew open, immediately filled with awareness. His gaze met the startled brown eyes belonging to “Slink”.

“Blimey, elf! Don’t scare me like that! I thought you was dead. Don’t you sleep with yer eyes open?”

“Not when I’ve been so violated, and believe me, I wish I were dead.” Taelin’s voice was low and filled with anguish. Why would his mother send him back to such a life?

“My brother were just about to tell everyone you was dead!” Slink seemed almost worried about him. Almost.

“May I have some water, please?” The young elf asked, quietly. Normally he would ask for nothing, but after nearly a week without, he was very thirsty.

Slink nodded as he left the room. “I’ll have Mistress Daela bring ye some.”

Taelin sat up. He hadn’t been moved from the spot where he’d fallen. Though his physical injuries had healed, the sight of the small, dried pool of blood made his stomach turn. He wished he could simply wash. To be allowed a bath, having warm water run over him, washing away the filth. Silently he wish bat bath might cleanse the dirt he felt inside as well.

A soft noise at the door startled Taelin from his thoughts. Looking up, he saw Daela carrying a pitcher of water and a small metal cup. She set them down in front of him, and slowly seated herself on the edge of the bed. Taelin drank a great quantity of water before they were able to speak.

“I’m sorry.” Daela whispered softly, earning her a surprised look from the elf.

“What for?”

“Because I told him about us.” She continued, starting to cry, and unable to look at those startling blue eyes. “We were fighting. He tried to tell me that no one cared for me, that I wasn’t worth the trouble! I was so angry! I told him the only thing I could think of.” Her eyes slowly rose to meet his, as if pleading him to tell her she was not wrong. “I told him that you cared for me.”

Moving closer to her, he gently cupped her face in his dirty hands, looking deep in her eyes.

“You were right, my lady.” He said softly. “Le veleth nin, Daela.” (I love you, Daela)

The woman nearly collapsed in his arms and cried even harder. Finally she had found the comfort she had been searching for. He loved her, and she realized the feeling was returned.

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Two weeks later, the visits from Daela ceased. The young elf grew worried that perhaps something had happened to her. Perhaps they had found out about the love he held for her, and were keeping her away. Or maybe some harm had come to her? He knew the babe she carried was due to come any day; perhaps something had happened to her during the birth?

He was starting to grow panicked. Pacing to the end of his chains and back again. No one came to visit him, to abuse him in any way. Nor did they feed him. Perhaps something really had happened to the woman he loved. Or the men who held them captive.

On the fourth day of his solitude, the stretch was finally broken.

Taelin jumped at the sound of footfalls in the hallway. He had hoped that someone would be coming to give him news. His heart clenched painfully in his chest with anticipation. Minutes seeming to drag to a halt, as the door was opened slowly. The young elf rushed to the end of his chains once more.

When the door finally opened, and Master casually strolled in, Taelin nearly pounced on the man, and would have if not for the manacles around his wrists. Master knew just where to stand to be out of reach, which infuriated the already worried elf.

“Where is Lady Daela?” Taelin cried out, unable to stand Master’s stare any longer.

“Ain’t you hungry, elf?” Master sneered, clearly avoiding the question.

“I demand to know where Lady Daela is!” The elf yelled, becoming far bolder than he should have.

Master raised an eyebrow, and a queer smile grew upon his face.

“You demand? I dun see how yer in any kind of position to be demanding anything’, my pretty little elf.” A dark light of desire seemed to light in his eyes.

“Please, sir.” Taelin’s voice grew quiet with submission. “I beg of you. Tell me how Lady Daela fares? Please?” The elf even knelt on the cold stone floor.

“What’ll you give me for the information?” Master asked, obviously pleased with the display of submission before him.

Bowing his head, the young elf offered the only thing he had to give.

”I shall give you myself once more, my lord.”

“Wrong, elf. I own you, and in such am free to take ye when I want.” Master sneered as he reached for the wheel that tightened the elf’s chains. “But since ye offered, I can’t hardly refuse!”

“I am yours to do with as you see fit, my lord.” Taelin replied, head bowed. He wondered if Master would be easier on him if he didn’t fight. He didn’t have long to wait to find out, either.

Master walked purposefully across the room, where he gathered another chain and set of manacles. He eyed the naked elf with a growing passion in his eyes, and groin. Threading the chain through the wall bracket above the bed, Master turned to the elf on the floor, once more.

“On the bed, elf.” He commanded, and was quickly obeyed.

Taelin lay back, as commanded. He watched as the other et of manacles were fastened around his ankles. Whatever was to happen next, he knew he would be helpless for it. Master bade him to raise his arms, which he obeyed once more, only to feel the chains tightened until he could no longer move them.

Just when he was starting to feel as if it couldn’t get any worse, they chain attached to his feet was tightened as well. His feet were now suspended above his head, leaving the elf’s most vulnerable placen fen for the coming attack. Silently, he began preparing himself for what would come.

The young elf still felt his stomach turn when he felt the man’s rough hands on his skin. No amount of mental preparation could prepare him for the shame he felt when his body began to react under Master’s touch. His body was betraying him once more, no matter how hard he fought it. He wished to shut his eyes tight and to pretend he was anywhere else. That the hands on his body belonged to someone who loved him and not that of who used him.

Silent tears rolled down his cheeks as he felt the warm, slick head of Masters arousal pressed to his entrance. The young elf fought with all he had to not show his fear. He tried to keep his mind on the reason this was happening. He needed to know what had happened to the woman he loved. If she still lived, he could withstand anything they forced him to do.

His body was savaged while his mind drifted elsewhere. He thought of Daela’s face, of her smile, her eyes. He dreamed that they were free, and safe. There was a house, in a quiet little village. A lovely carved door. Children playing in the yard, and Daela’s arms to come home to.

A sharp slap to his face brought Taelin from his dreams. He looked up slightly shocked, into the Master’s passion-filled eyes. There was no denying where he was, or what was happening to him any longer. There was nothing to do, but bare the intercourse being forced upon him now.

“Don’t you … ever close … yer eyes … when I do … this!” Master said accentuating every few words with another savage thrust into the elf’s body. The man was determined to get as much pleasure from this as he could. He would only then decide if he felt like telling Taelin of Daela’s whereabouts.

Master wrapped his large grimy hand around the elf’s member, squeezing and pulling in time with his thrusts. He was determined to bring him to climax at the same time. Feeling the elf’s muscles beginning to tense beneath him, he thrust harder still, attempting to hit that sweet spot deep inside the elf that would cause so much pleasure.

Taelin gritted his teeth as he felt his body begin to tremble with the coming climax. He hated himself for the pleasure that coursed through his body each time his sweet spot was brushed. He longed to shut his eyes, to squeeze the sight of ecstasy on Master’s face, from his minde ele elf had to bite his lip to keep from crying out when he was finally brought to climax, and felt the hot seed shot forth inside him.

Panting hard, Master sat back on his heels and looked at the elf before him. Biting his lip, and unable to move. Though the blue eyes were filled with such hate, the man had never seen before. It made him almost laugh to see such loathing. As he got up, and pulled up his breeches once more, he ran a rough hand down the smooth skin of the elf’s extended leg.

“Yer a pretty pet, my elf. I greatly enjoy the pleasure you provide. Seein’ as ye obeyed so nicely, I’ll tell ye ‘bout our dear lovely Daela.” Master nearly whispered, knowing full well that the elf could hear him with his heightened hearing. “She lives, yet. The babe came early, and was born four days ago. The Healer said she’s to rest a while. But I’ve plans for the both of you. Ye’ll be seein’ her shortly, don’t you worry ‘bout that.” With that, Master turned to leave the room, reaching for the cranks attached to the elf’s restraints and releasing them.

Taelin shuddered all over. Pain flowed through his lower body now, and he felt he was going to be ill. Leaning over the edge of the bed, he emptied the meager contents of his stomach while silently wondering what plans Master had for Daela and himself. Whatever it was, it wouldn’t be good.