11-02-2016, 01:20 PM
Title: "Oh Ursel..." Ch 1: the Meeting
Pairing: Ursel x Pandora
Rating: 18A
Warnings: BDSM / Bondage / punishment / Femdom
Ursel trudged through the fields into the trees away from Svenheim. This was the last straw. She was never going to deal with those ungrateful bastards again. She continued storming through the woods in no particular direction. She just knew she needed to get far. Far far away.
After a couple hours of wandering, she paused for some water. Problem was, in her fit she had forgot to bring any with her. All she had on her were some arrows and her bow. She let out a half-sigh, half-cry of frustration as she collapsed on the ground in near tears. She’d have to go back but which way was town? The trees covered the sky so she couldn’t see the sun. She didn’t leave much of a trail so she couldn’t retrace her steps. She was lost with no way out.
She sat with her back against a tree, pounding the back of her head gently against the bark as she cursed her situation. Cursed Svenheim—it was their fault she even left in the first place.
As she sat there, a cool chill swept over the grass and sank into her very bones. She scrambled for her bow, which lay beside her but she could no longer lift her arms. She looked down in panic to see that solid cuffs of ice had formed around her wrist pinning her to the tree.
“Well what do we have here?” A soft but frigid voice filled Ursel’s ears as a woman stepped out from behind a large fern.
“Pandora!” Ursel spat the word like venom.
“Now, now, is that any way to address your superiors?” the wintry goddess glided over to the now helpless elf. Pandora stooped down and ran a single fingernail down the side of Ursel’s face, leaving a thin trail of blood in its wake. “We’re going to have to teach you some proper manners.”
Ursel continued to glare at her in utter loathing.
“Oh how I’m going to enjoy beating that defiance out of you” Pandora purred, a sadistic glint in her eyes “Shall we begin our lesson?” And with a single crack of the goddess’ hand across Ursel’s face, their bond as student and Mistress began.
Pairing: Ursel x Pandora
Rating: 18A
Warnings: BDSM / Bondage / punishment / Femdom
Ursel trudged through the fields into the trees away from Svenheim. This was the last straw. She was never going to deal with those ungrateful bastards again. She continued storming through the woods in no particular direction. She just knew she needed to get far. Far far away.
After a couple hours of wandering, she paused for some water. Problem was, in her fit she had forgot to bring any with her. All she had on her were some arrows and her bow. She let out a half-sigh, half-cry of frustration as she collapsed on the ground in near tears. She’d have to go back but which way was town? The trees covered the sky so she couldn’t see the sun. She didn’t leave much of a trail so she couldn’t retrace her steps. She was lost with no way out.
She sat with her back against a tree, pounding the back of her head gently against the bark as she cursed her situation. Cursed Svenheim—it was their fault she even left in the first place.
As she sat there, a cool chill swept over the grass and sank into her very bones. She scrambled for her bow, which lay beside her but she could no longer lift her arms. She looked down in panic to see that solid cuffs of ice had formed around her wrist pinning her to the tree.
“Well what do we have here?” A soft but frigid voice filled Ursel’s ears as a woman stepped out from behind a large fern.
“Pandora!” Ursel spat the word like venom.
“Now, now, is that any way to address your superiors?” the wintry goddess glided over to the now helpless elf. Pandora stooped down and ran a single fingernail down the side of Ursel’s face, leaving a thin trail of blood in its wake. “We’re going to have to teach you some proper manners.”
Ursel continued to glare at her in utter loathing.
“Oh how I’m going to enjoy beating that defiance out of you” Pandora purred, a sadistic glint in her eyes “Shall we begin our lesson?” And with a single crack of the goddess’ hand across Ursel’s face, their bond as student and Mistress began.
A young human dressed in a tunic and pants. He wears black greaves and bracers and carries a sword that is just a bit too large for him.
OOG: Robert DiBartolomeo
OOG: Robert DiBartolomeo