Shattered Dreams
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“You sick bastard…” She said, looking square into Lucid’s eyes.
“You look so pretty.” He said, his eyes glazed over from all the wine consumption. “Just like, my Penny.”
Her head spun as she tried to jump out of bed, weak hands ripping at the pink catsuit the deranged elf had dressed her in. “How could you do this?” Nicahh questioned looking around the small trailer that smelled of stale wine and unwashed clothing.
“I… uh… well…” He stammered.
“Shut up, you fool! I was not talking to you.” She barked at him, her standing naked now, searching for her own clothing. Upon the floor, a silvery green wedding gown laid, its edges shredded by the briars she had ran past after the wedding fiasco. Her shoulders merely slumped, thinking she would have to wear that gown once again. In the background, Lucid began to hum the lamest song ever composed, his drunken voice singing in a whisper “Unnnnnnnbreak my heart… say you’ll love me again…”
Lucid's Song
–-------------------------------------------------------------------------The breeze was heavy with the scent of thousands of flowers in the air. Under foot, petals of red, white and pink covered the ground, the wind shifting them here and there, tickling her legs as they fluttered up against her skin. It was near impossible to keep her dress from flying all about, as the winds blew in, the air electric with the promise of snow soon. Nicahh looked up, her beloved standing at the make shift alter, the Coldstone Mountains looming in the distance behind him. Even the chill off the icy cliffs could not cool the flames in her heart for the man that stood before her.
How long had they waited for this moment? How long had she dreamed of a man as perfect as Aelhaearn, whose mere touch and charming smile left her gasping. And though her heart was set aflame, something felt wrong. Her eyes scanned the crowd as she made her way along the petal-covered path. So many of their friends were there, gathered for the wedding, speaking in quite whispers of how beautiful she looked. There was of course the occasional snuffle, as all weddings seem to be able to move one or two maidens to tears. But again, she felt that something was amiss, something was not right, despite all her hearts desires. Her eyes once again scanned the crowd, the second look spotting the future problem instantly. There, before her, in a short crimson red dress with her breasts near spilling over the top stood Raver. Her lips painted a bright red, her hair pulled back, exposing the sneer that played on her face. “Who was this woman?” Nicahh thought to herself. This was not the Raver she knew. Raver was not flashy, not one to demand attention. So why had she worn such an eye catching dress to her wedding? Nicahh merely shook her head, pushing away all negative thoughts, rationalizing that surely she must be over exaggerating what she saw. Raver was no two gold whore. Why she was dressed like one, was beyond her. But, it mattered not; she had made her way down the path, and now stood before her beloved Aelhaearn.
As they stood looking at one another, the priestess began to speak, welcoming everybody to the union of Nicahh Vontrulskin and Aelhaearn Gynogfryn. Nicahh’s hands trembled as Aelhaearn reach out, holding them in his, after Jerr had announced he was the one handing her over to her soon to be husband. Her eyes fell upon the ground, a blush coming to her cheeks as she realized that this was actually happening. That is when she looked up, and saw Aelhaearn, his head turned, looking at something in the crowd. She could not help but to glance sideways, trying to catch what his gaze had fallen upon. She tilted her head, slightly squeezing his hand to draw his attention back to her when she realized he was gawking at Raver. “What is it?” She whispered as his eyes once again connected with hers. “Nothing, love.” He said quickly before looking over at the priestess, seeming so intent on her words now. Nicahh lightly shrugged, her also turning her focus back upon the priestess.
“Does anyone object to this union? Speak now, or forever hold you peace.”
Nicahh gazed around; worried one of her former suitors would speak up. Yet as her eyes scanned the crowd, she saw none of them. There was no Zanetar, no Anakore, and no Milshot. Perhaps, her wedding would not be a dramatic scene as she had long imagined. It seemed the gods had bestowed a blessing upon her, as the crowd remained silent, Nicahh and Aelhaearn smiling to each other as they turned their heads to face the priestess once again.
“I object!” Echoed a voice laced with hatred and spite. Nicahh’s head snapped quickly, scanning the crowd, knowing exactly who had spoken those words. “You whore…how dare you! Think you will take a respectable man, and twist him into another puppet. I won’t let you, not again. No ma’am, Papa Bear, is mine!”
Her eyes could not help but widen as Nicahh stared at Raver, shocked by who was speaking, and by the words coming from her mouth. “Excuse me?” The red head said, her voice trembling in shock and disbelief.
“I said, no. I said, not this one. I said…Papa Bear, is mine! Are you deaf or something?”
“I…” Shock covered her face as Nicahh turned her head to look up at Ael, for sure he would lash out at this woman who now stood in the way of their union.
“My god, she is beautiful…” He whispered.
“What?!?” Nicahh said in complete disbelief. “You can’t be serious..this is some joke, right? A big funny one me, yes?”
Aelhaearn’s hands slid slowly out of hers as he turned, gazing at the black haired woman, who’s hair was highlight with silvery stands from the passage of time.
“I must have her.” He whispered, making his way towards Raver. “Her fire, her passion… I need it. Mama Bear, I’m coming!”
Nicahh stood dumbstruck. Surely this was a dream. She closed her eyes, willing her body to wake, yet when she opened them, rather than being in her feathery soft bed, she was standing outside Ormpur, staring at her lovers back as he made his way towards this temptress, this succubus. “Aelhaearn?” She cried out.
If he heard her, she would never know. She watched as her lover of near 15 years swooped up the woman in the crimson dress, his lips pressed to hers. Them embracing like old familiar lovers long separated.
“Papa Bear!” Raver growled, pressing her breasts to Aelhaearn.
“AELHAEARN!?!” She shouted this time. But it was too late. Him and Raver were upon the ground, his formal wear being shredded by Raver’s barbarian hands. “Surely they will not…” She heard someone in the crowd whisper, cut off mid sentence as the clothing began to fly. People scattered, scurrying away from the scene before them.
“What are you doing?!” Nicahh shouted, her not daring to move any closer to the half naked couple rolling upon the ground. The only response was a grunt and groan as they gave into their passion, uncaring of who watched. Which, by this time was not many, as most had scattered. But still, a few men lingered, their eyes fixed on the half dressed woman in crimson as they strained to hear all the dirty little words she whispered into the elf’s ear.
Except for Ronan, who watched the muscle ripple in Aelhaearn’s back.
“Hahaha… not funny now, you can quit.” Nicahh said, her voice near pleading. But quit, they did not. Rather they rolled about, groaning and grunting, consummating their own kind of union before a few on lookers. Nicahh felt an arm snake around her shoulders, a whisper hot and heavy in her ear. “Damn, that sucks for you…” Lucid said, his breath reeking of liquor and elven wine. “Lets get you out of here…” He purred, patting her ass.
Nicahh did the only thing she could do, she ran. She ran as hard as her legs could carry her through the brush the lead into the little clearing where her dream wedding was to occur. Past the tents set up, Chef Pierre, screaming at the attendants, not to test his patience. Past all the guests, especially those with children who had scattered as soon as the groom and the lady in red had started rolling upon the ground. She was near to Jiyyd when her legs gave out, her falling face down onto the dirt road. Again she heard the whispering voice of Lucid, his speech slightly slurred. “Come now…. I’ll take care of you.”
To be continued….
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"Well girl… it was fun, but time for you to go. I've... I got stuff to do, you know. Got to get back to the... office. Yes, the office."
"You are not chancellor anymore."
"Well, yeah... I have other jobs. I'm very important you know." He said swirling a scarf around his neck, his purple robes shimmering in the morning sun that somehow managed to break through the dusty trailer's windows.
She could only clear her throat, and hold her wrists up motioning with her head at the silken cords that were her bondage. "Unless you untie me, kind of stuck here, you filthy pig."
He stopped dead in his track, shivering slightly. They both knew if he released her, after all the crimes against her mind and will he had committed the night before, all the magical games and drug induced wine he had given her to play with her head, that if she had a chance, she would run him down and kill him. "Come on, Lucid, cut me free." She said, her voice as cold as ice.
"Well, yes... of course..." He said, his voice trailing off as visions of her hands slipping around his throat filled his mind. Inaudible to normal ears he whispered "maybe tomorrow".
"Pasty, you will let me loose now!" She growled, the rage barely contained in her. Her voice high pitched and demanding.
His head slowly turned, him looking over his shoulder, the glazed look in his eyes returning once again. "Penny, is that you?"
"Oh no.. no... no.... not again..." She said, her bound hands coming up to cover her eyes.
"I missed you...."
_Everything moved in a blur. Time was no more, days felt like seconds, but sometimes a minute seemed to last eternity, if he was near. Her vision would flicker, dream like, hazy, his face, his pasty greedy face, thats breath reaked of cheap wine, always seemed near hers. Anger and sorrow boiled in her at the same time, her bound hands clutched into fists until every joint in them hurt. How long had she been his captive? How long had she lay in this filthy trailer, waking up wanting something that in her normal right mind would have disgusted her? Oh, when she got free she mused to herself, she would kill him. She would kill Aelhaearn and Raver too. Oh yes, they all would suffer by her hands. Not quick and painless deaths. No, she would drug them with the same crap Lucid had used on her, and fuck with their heads then. Yes, fair is fair she thought.
Suddenly, the world shook around her, and a voice seemed to break through, one that seemed new, and yet strangely familar, almost like her own voice.
"Nicahh… Nicahh, wake up..." The voice said. "Wake up... you are dreaming..."
Nicahh's eyes fluttered open, her instantly blinded by the bright white light that filled her and Aelhaearn's room at the Sisterhood. The curtains had been drawn, the morning light invading the room forcing all darkness from it.
"Nicahh... Miss Nicahh... are you alright? It's me, Jaycen. Wake up."
With all the stregnth she could muster, Nicahh opened her eyes, the figure of a girl standing over her. Slowly as they adjusted to the light, her gaze focused on the young woman before her. Standing no more than Nicahh's height herself, a young, pasty skinned half-elf with flaming red hair leaned over the bed.
"Oh fuck no..." Was the last thing she remembered saying before slipping into a shock induced coma._
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/ one that very very good, and two im not sure but did that -really- happen or is this just a cool story
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((bravo!))
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((Not completed, but another little snippet, for Lucy and GW))
“I’m not wearing that.”
“Oh Penny, you always were so stubborn. So stubborn, and sassy. Sassy and sexy. You look so good in pink, and I’ve kept his outfit since you left. I’m so happy you are home.”
“Seriously, stop calling me Penny. And Lucid, so you know, when I get out of this cage, I’m going to snap you in half, elf. Do you understand?”
“Grrrrrrrr…that’s it girl, tell me how bad you can be…”
Nicahh looked around the room, her eyes scanning the mess of it, but mainly focusing on escape routes. How Lucid had gotten a cage in the small caravan, was beyond her.
“Here, my dearest Penny, put this on.” Lucid said, sliding a pink catsuit through the bars of the cage.
Nicahh merely stared at him, before glancing down, seeing the bright pink outfit, highlighted with crusty stains. Her stomach turned, her head grew dizzy as she looked at the outfit, for once in her life, fearing Lucid and his insanity.
“Ewww….” Was all she could manage to say.
“Oh Penny, you came home. I knew you would. I’ve longed for you, and now… you are here. We should get married, yes, married. Lovers, lovers we will be. I’m sure you are over that lesbian thing you had a while, now we can be together. Forever and ever and ever. My Penny.”
The rest of his words were lost as Nicahh prowled about the cage like a cat, her now and then grabbing the bars, shaking them, hoping to find a weakened section. Her head still felt funny, like one does after crying for a while, then passing out from it. But still, that was not even completely it. She had come to the conclusion Lucid had drugged the wine he gave her. What she thought was a friend trying to sooth her broken spirit, had turned out to just be a man, not living in this world, but in a world of memories. Him lost to everything but his desire for the half elven pink haired woman. Perhaps if she played along a while, she could convience him to let her out of her new prison.
“Lucid….” She tried to purr.
“Who said that?!?” He said, spinning around, looking franticly around the room.
“Me, Penny…”
“You’re not Penny… Penny never called me Lucid…who are you, what are you doing in here?”
“You got to be fucking kidding me. You pasty moron.” Nicahh mumbled.
“Penny, is that you?” He now turned looking at her curiously.
“Umm… yeah, its….Penny.”
“What happened to your scales? Your lovely pink scales….”
“Umm… they, fell off?”
“Oh my love, they were so beautiful. I’m sure we can get them back for you. I think I may have some, somewhere. Yes, those you shed, I kept. We can put them back on you.”
“Uh… you did what?”
“You know, when you would shed them, in the springs… I would collect them…I have them in a box somewhere. I’d slip into your room, and get them off your bed, or the floor, wherever they fell. I knew you might need them one day. I did it for you, yes, for you.”
Nicahh’s hands came up to her face, her covering her eyes, mind swirling with how to escape this make shift prison, how to escape the insanity that was Lucid.
More to come….
