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 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 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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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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They say love is blind. They don’t know what they’re talking about.

Atrocious Lex | Part Seven

Ayla looked down at her captive with a smirk that lacked a certain amount of warmth. As silence stretched out she put her hands on her hips. “Are you always in the habit of spying on people?”

“Sometimes?” Atrocious answered the question with a question as her eyes darted around the room. She was looking for a way out, but Ayla was blocking her way fairly effectively. Sure she could have maybe pushed past her or applied a little more physical force if necessary but Atrocious was not given to outright aggression in most instances, and certainly not against beautiful ladies she’d recently seen in compromising situations. There was also the magic to consider, oh, and the fact that Ayla was bigger than she was. None of those things would help if worst came to worst.

“Someone should teach you a lesson,” Ayla purred, reaching out towards Atrocious with her fingers splayed. “A lesson in when to look and when not to look.”
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Right, so, update time. I believe the last time we were in these parts, Atrocious was taking an introduction to voyeurism and the guard was busy making her the most wanted woman in all the lands. Perilous times indeed!

Atrocious Lex | Part Six

As the blonde neared her climax, Atrocious took cover underneath the window. She could no longer see the frantically thrusting fingers in the slick slit, but she could hear the woman’s cries of unbridled pleasure. It was a sweet kind of torture, being so aroused by the wanton stranger but unable to do anything about it without inviting disaster. As it was, she was risking far too much by lurking under the window. The cries reached a climax and stopped, and, whilst Atrocious was still sitting on the ground, a silly grin on her face, the door of the little cottage opened.

“Who are you?” The inquiry was Atrocious’ first indication that she’d been caught. She dragged her fingers out from her pants quickly, though not quickly enough. The blonde, who turned out to be a rather attractive middle aged woman with more than a little elf about her features, evidenced in the high cheekbones and slanted, almost cat like green eyes, saw what Atrocious had been doing immediately. “Peeping Tom!”
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A full day after her horse was stolen out from under her, Imperial Guard Jacey limped into the barracks on the outer rim of Kavden, a large town that sat amongst rich farmlands. The heels of both her feet were a mass of blisters from stomping along in the heavy metal overshoes and her mood was at an all time low. She was twelve hours late back from patrol and she knew her pay would be docked if she did not have a very good excuse for her prolonged absence. The combination of physical discomfort and potential punitive action saw her sidling in the main gate and doing her best to shuffle into the sleeping quarters before she was spotted.

Her attempts to sneak into her quarters without being seen failed. Captain Nelson spied her immediately and came barreling forward, his silver and gold armor shining so brightly she could see her own sorry face reflected in it. “Soldier! Where is your mount?”

Jacey snapped to attention with a salute. “It was stolen, sir.”

“Stolen? How?” The captain was a large, imposing man with more scars than hair on his head and a great ginger beard plaited into three thick strands that hung from his mighty jaw. He folded his arms over his chest and glowered down at her. Jacey saw her life flash in front of her eyes. She had to make this good or her ass would be grass.
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