Atrocious lurked in the corner of the room whilst Ayla recovered. She’d tried making for the door again, but a look from Kira had been enough to make her reconsider that course of action. The warrior had a certain understated authority about her, and Atrocious was wary of crossing anybody else that day. Her knuckles were aching from the blow she’d inflicted on the witch and the uncomfortable feeling of guilt had settled in her stomach to stay. No matter how many times she told herself that Ayla had totally deserved what she’d gotten, she still wasn’t used to hitting people and seeing them hurt. Once the initial rush of besting Ayla abated, there was nothing but a sick feeling left behind.

“Okay, sit up slow, I’ll get you one of your potions,” Kira was saying whilst Atrocious inspected her metaphorical navel.

Ayla sat up slowly, a dark reddish bruise blooming on her jaw. The look she gave Atrocious was devoid of emotion, which was scarier than if she’d been obviously angry. Atrocious wanted to run, but there was nowhere to go, nowhere she wouldn’t be hunted down. She shrank into the corner, hoping that whatever Ayla did, it wasn’t too bad.

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In which ends of tethers are discovered…

Kira’s dark, lustful gaze ran hot over Atrocious, but Atrocious was rendered immune to its charms by a growing anger rooted in the realization that she had been very close to being sold like a pig.

“One moment please.” Atrocious held up a finger at Kira, turned on her heel and marched back towards the witch’s cottage with determination written all over her face. The warrior watched her go with something of a smirk, then followed at a distance.

Atrocious stormed through the forest, bounded over the garden fence and kicked the wooden cottage door open with enough force to shatter the lock. Without waiting to see if she was in trouble, she stepped inside the cottage fuming with barely controllable fury. “You.” She pointed a shaky finger at Ayla. “You were going to SELL me!”

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It’s been getting messy trying to get all the Atrocious Lex installments into one place where they’re easy to read, so I’ve made a sub-blog just for this series! I’ve found a few comments here and there that got lost on this blog, hopefully having Atrocious in her own little site will make it easier for people to follow (and make it less of a casualty when I inevitably decide to pull out the sinks and repaint the walls.) If I’ve messed anything up in the transfer process, feel free to let me know.

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Experimentation with other site formats aside, this has been sitting in my drafts folder for far, far too long…

Atroicious Lex | Part Fourteen

Having been put outside, Atrocious did the logical thing and made a cautious attempt at escape. Her enthusiasm at the prospect of getting free was tempered by a strong sense of skepticism. She doubted that Ayla would simply let her walk away, and it turned out that she was right. As soon as she reached the front gate, she felt a force pressing her back towards the house. She opened the gate and tried to walk out anyway, but the more she tried to leave, the more the force pushed back.

Making a muffled sound of frustration, Atrocious tried harder still. It was a mistake. The force, which had been a nebulous, wall type feeling suddenly became quite discrete. She felt as though she was being manhandled back to the cottage, carried by unseen hands. Fighting against them didn’t work, she tried struggling and was rewarded with a hard slap across her ass.

Spinning around, Atrocious slapped back at thin air and was pleased when she made contact with something solid and fleshy. There was a muffled sound of pain then she was taken hold of very firmly indeed, yanked forward and pressed against a chest that boasted the finest pair of invisible breasts she’d ever felt. A deep female voice rolled through her.”Stop fighting, disobedient little brat.”

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It’s Halloween, time for part thirteen!

Atrocious Lex | Part Thirteen

By the third day of her captivity Atrocious was beginning to grow desperate. Escape seemed to be almost impossible. Every time she thought she could sneak out the front door or test a window, Ayla prevented her escape. The witch showed no signs of intending to do Atrocious any harm, but a benign captor is still a captor and Atrocious wanted out of there.

She was sitting on the bed and beginning to despair of ever finding a means of escape when the front door opened and a young female murkblood simply walked in. Atrocious stared at the intruder, she had quite forgotten how simple it was for some people to just go through doorways as they pleased.

The staring served two purposes, for the murkblood was one of the most curious Atrocious had ever seen. Her features were distinctly human, but there was still something ‘other’ about her. Her eyes were brown and wide with large pupils that put Atrocious in mind of a startled cat. Her dark hair was cropped close to her head and though her features were pleasant enough, one tooth pushed its way out from her upper lip and rested atop the lower. It was less of a tooth than a fang, Atrocious considered, observing the length and pointedness.
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I’m not sure what it is about this series, but every time I come to write a scene between these two characters it seems to quickly devolve into tawdry intercourse. I do beg your pardon for sullying your screen in such a fashion.

Atrocious Lex | Part Twelve

Atrocious was beginning to worry. As Ayla’s fingers wove through her hair, she was forced to face the fact that she had been kidnapped by the witch, who seemed to have no intention at all of letting her go.

“I do not care for the effects of this spell,” Atrocious complained. She was unable to express herself in her traditionally forthright manner for Ayla’s magic still prevented her from speaking with anything but the utmost propriety.

“Would you care for a hot bottom instead?” Ayla made the inquiry gently as she ran her fingers through Atrocious’ hair, scratching her scalp lightly as she went.

Atrocious trembled with the pleasure that accompanied Ayla’s touch. “I would not,” she said.

“Then you should be thankful for the magical means that keep you out of trouble,” Ayla chided her gently.

“I should not be in trouble,” Atrocious pointed out. “If anyone should be in trouble, it should be you.”

“And how do you come to that conclusion?”

“I come to that conclusion by recognizing that you are holding me against my will.”

Ayla chuckled, a light, incongruous sound. “What makes you think that your will matters?”

Atrocious replied boldly in an attempt to assert herself. “What makes you think that it doesn’t?”

“Because I can do with you as I wish,” Ayla said. “You are a young woman alone in the forest. Any number of fates could have befallen you. As it happened, I was the fate your footsteps chose for you.”

“So you admit then, that you are a predator, no better than a bandit or a rat,” Atrocious replied heatedly. The spell was making her work harder to express her disdain, but it was not impossible to do so.

“Careful,” Ayla warned. “I will not hesitate to warm your bottom if you insist on displays of temper.”

Atrocious scowled. She was not pleased at all. Far from being even slightly ashamed of what she was doing, Ayla was openly taking her like a slave. The witch’s sense of entitlement was out of control.

Ayla seemed to sense Atrocious’ growing discontent, for she interrupted Atrocious’ train of thought with a threat. “If I have to discipline you again, you will not be a happy girl.”

“Why is that?”

“Because next time I will use a slipper made of reeds. It stings and welts with every single blow,” Ayla turned Atrocious around on the stool and smiled as if she rather enjoyed the idea. “You will be a very tearful and sorry young woman.”

Dismay was quickly growing in Atrocious’ mind. Her captor was beautiful and sometimes benevolent, but there was a chilling undercurrent of sadism that she was beginning to fear.

“Aw,” Ayla said, gently brushing a light kiss over Atrocious’ lips. “Don’t pout. Your sweet little behind was made to be punished.”
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The majority of votes on the last poll said that the erotic content in the tale was shameful, so I have endeavored to address that issue in this post. If I’m anything, it’s accommodating. Accommodating and inspiring. Accommodating and inspiring and prim and proper.

Atrocious Lex | Part Eleven

Atrocious plucked a pristine white teacup up by its ceramic sliver handle and tentatively sipped at the brew within. She was well washed and dressed in her freshly cleaned clothing, her cheeks ruddy red with good health, her eyes sparkling. Whilst she imbibed her liquid refreshment Ayla stood behind her carefully re-braiding her hair.

“I rather enjoyed our intimate congress,” Ayla said, her brow furrowed slightly with concentration as she deftly wove Atrocious’ blonde strands into tight plaits. Ayla’s own hair was swept up into one large braid and wrapped around her head in a style that drew attention to her fine high cheek bones and exquisite eyes. She wore a long beige silk gown cinched just below her bosom and to Atrocious she appeared to be a very vision of celestial femininity.
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It’s Monday! Erotic lesbian punishment day!

Atrocious Lex | Part Ten

Atrocious was undeniably attracted to Ayla, but there was a peculiar menace to the way the witch was promising sexual congress that she did not care for. She washed herself and watched silently as the buxom blonde witch pulled her clothing out of the copper, wrung it and hung it out to dry before the fire. It would be several more hours before it would be ready and she was at Ayla’s mercy until then. Endeavoring to stall for time, Atrocious wallowed about in the tub until the water grew so cold that even Ayla noticed she was beginning to shiver.

“There’s a towel next to the tub,” Ayla prompted.

“Yeah,” Atrocious agreed, inspecting her prune fingers.

“You should use it.”

“It would get wet in the tub,” Atrocious replied blithely, sinking beneath the soapy brown water once more. It was not entirely pleasant, but it temporarily adjourned the conversation, which was what she wanted. When she surfaced again, Ayla was gone, presumably into the other room.

Atrocious took the opportunity to scramble out of the bath and wrap herself in the towel that had been placed next to it. She padded forward on her tip toes and checked her clothes. They were warm, but still sodden and wet.

“They’ll be ready by morning.”

Atrocious squeaked, startled at being caught out by Ayla. The witch smiled. “Are you hungry?”

Shrugging, then nodding, Atrocious admitted that yes, she was pretty hungry.

“Come and have some food.”

Atrocious was suspicious at first, after all, she had not been promised food, she had been promised humiliating sex. But there was a loaf of bread on the table as well as some cheese and soup and she soon tucked in, forgetting about Ayla’s earlier threats whilst she filled her belly.

“Have you been traveling long?” Ayla sipped at some water whilst Atrocious ate.

“Ages,” Atrocious said.

“Where are you headed?”

“Well, er, I don’t know,” Atrocious admitted. She had no intention of admitting that she was traveling from place to place thieving what she could. Her response earned her a raised brow from Ayla.

“So you are a vagabond,” the witch observed. “I would have thought you too young and pretty to be without a home.”

“I am not that young,” Atrocious frowned.

“I beg your pardon,” Ayla smiled. “When you get to be my age, everyone looks young.”

“How old are you?”

“I had my two hundred and thirty fourth birthday last month,” Ayla’s eyes twinkled.

Atrocious nodded. She’d heard of the extended life span of the elvish, so hearing Ayla’s age only served to confirm her suspicions about the witch’s heritage. “Then I guess I’ll always seem young to you,” she said.

“It is a pity human years are so short,” Ayla sighed. “Not enough time for you to begin to learn what you need to know.”

“I know all I need to know,” Atrocious objected.

“Is that so?” Ayla smiled indulgently. “Is that how you come to be homeless and spying on people?”

“I have my methods,” Atrocious said, slopping up the rest of her soup with a hunk of bread.

“And I mine.” Ayla glanced at Atrocious’ bowl. “When you are done, we will see about your punishment.”

That made Atrocious frown. “Punishment? What for?”

Ayla fixed her with a firm look. “Let me see, rudeness, contrariness, spying. The list goes on.”

“You don’t have any right to punish me,” Atrocious pushed away from the table. “I just wanted to go on my way.”

“The fates have seen fit to put you in my path,” Ayla said firmly. “And I will deal with you as I see fit.”
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This is getting saucy, and I’m not referring to the muddy bath water.

Atrocious Lex | Part Nine

As Atrocious’ eyesight began to return so did her native bravado. Far from cowing her, the pain in her behind only served to fuel a violent rebellion which manifested in her hauling herself completely off Ayla’s lap. Her hands had been scrabbling at the floor in front of her the whole time she was being spanked and Ayla, apparently lulled into a false sense of security by Atrocious’ acquiescence, had loosened her grip on the young woman enough to allow her to perform a clumsy, albeit effective, forward roll off her lap. The cottage was small and it was but the work of a minute for Atrocious to spring to her feet and wrench the door open.

The last rays of sunlight and blush pink skies met her upon her successful escape. She whooped with glee, feeling very proud of herself indeed. The feeling lasted all of thirty seconds before Ayla appeared in the open doorway, quirking an amused brow. “Forget something?”

It was then that Atrocious remembered that she was not wearing anything at all and was dancing about entirely in the nude. She scowled and folded her arms over her chest. “Give me my clothes.”

The witch’s expression grew severe. “I see you have learned nothing.”
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No rubber duckies were harmed in the writing of this tale…

Atrocious Lex | Part Eight

Guided up from the chair still in a pronounced state of blindness, Atrocious was forced to listen to Ayla chide her over and over about all her sins.

“Such a filthy little wretch,” Ayla said, tugging Atrocious’ pants the rest of the way down her legs. “I can’t imagine how you got into such a state. You were up to no good, I’ll wager.

Atrocious kept her mouth shut, ignoring Ayla’s wagers. She was being undressed piece by piece, her defenses stripped away. Before long she was entirely naked before Ayla, who took casual advantage of the situation, running her hands over Atrocious’ body, cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples. When Atrocious made a sound of complaint, Ayla responded with a quick slap to her bottom.

“Don’t whine, dear,” she said, squeezing Atrocious’s cheeks.
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