Fairy Tale Unhappy Ending/Black Forest/Bondage || Aphro up to you

[divine_streak]

Prince Flynn was as happy as could be. A month ago, while he was hunting in the black forest alone, he had come across someone else. This someone else just happened to be the tomboyish princess of a peaceful neighbouring kingdom, who also enjoyed being out in the woods but had to sneak out of the castle to partake in her hobby. The two of them had

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[chessmastergirl]

Normally, Senna prefers to just wipe away her captive's will. All it usually takes is a simple touch to enthrall men to be loyal to her unto death. But Flynn's different. He's not like most men. There's something different in him, something purer. That's why seeing him like this now is so satisfying.

"There's no need to look so sad, my dear prince," Senna whispers, caressing the bound prince's cheek and now his chin. "You'll still be with me, just like you wanted. You'll just be here as my prisoner and not my protector." Those lips, the same lips that met his in the dead of night with the promise of undying love, curve upward in a smirk. "It's for the best, really. All that responsibility weighs too heavily on your shoulders. I'm better suited for it."

Now it's clear. With Flynn her captive, Senna now has her eye on his throne. For a witch with her powers, taking control of the kingdom will be a simple thing in its ruler's absence. Certainly it would be prudent to simply kill Flynn and then proceed, but Senna has other plans for him. He belongs to her now.

Agh! Sorry I took so long after I went ahead and messaged you!

[divine_streak]

"Mmmph!" Flynn grunted into his gag and shook his head free, finally regaining his senses. As the protector of his kingdom, Flynn can not allow a sorceress to usurp him. But as much as he wants to think that, as much as he wants to glare at her with unforgiving eyes.... he can't.

Every aspect of her appearance reminded Flynn of a happy memory shared between them. Again, his eyes were quickly filled with desperation, begging Senna to tell him that he's wrong, that it wasn't all a lie. That the woman he loved with all his heart wasn't just using him...

No worries! You waited long enough for me!

[chessmastergirl]

"Hush now," Senna whispers in Flynn's ear, entwining one hand in his shaggy blonde hair, hair the same shade as her own. She pats her struggling captive's head affectionately. "There's nothing to be afraid of. It's just me, dear Flynn."

Seeing that desperation in the prince's eyes, she leans close and kisses his forehead. Everything that's in that kiss is the woman he fell in love with, the woman now holding him bound and gagged. "And you still love me, don't you?" That hand in his hair reaches down now to run one finger along his bare and exposed back. "You love me enough to submit yourself to me if this is what I want for you." She leans in again, her breath warm in Flynn's ear. "You've taken care of me. Let me take care of you now."

/sob YOU WERE SAYING? :(

[divine_streak]

Flynn was conflicted. The feel of her hands in his hair and the kiss against his forehead filled him with gentle loving feelings. It was as she said. Inspite of everything that had happened, that was happening now, he still loved her. However, in light of recent developments in their relationship mainly her being an evil sorceress who wanted to overthrow him his feelings were more complicated than he could currently convey in his current state.

He knew one thing however, he could not allow someone who would resort to such underhanded trickery to take charge of the well-being of his citizens. So even though he flushed and shivered from her touches, he was able to shake free of her grip and affix the woman he loved with an angry glare before shaking his head. That should send her a clear enough message on his feelings on becoming a prisoner.

BETTER LATE THAN NEVER. xD

[chessmastergirl]

Senna's imps react immediately and violently, pulling the ropes they've lashed the prisoner with taut, forcing him down to his knees. As for Senna herself, she laughs a cruel laugh that doesn't suit her somehow. It's a far cry from the gentle chuckles she would favor her prince with during the nights they spent together.

"You presume to think you have a choice," she whispers in his ear before rising. A nod to one of her imps, and the filthy rag is pulled out of Flynn's mouth. He shouldn't have any illusions, though - this is only a temporary reprieve. He'll have the familiar taste of the gag back in his mouth soon enough. And after the first few months, it'll be as natural to him as any other part of his body.

Eyes bright and triumphant, Senna grips Flynn's hair and lifts his head so he is forced to look her in the eye. "If you won't obey me, I'll simply eliminate you. And I'll lead your people in your name. That's a simple enough idea for guiding the madding crowd." Her eyes flicker, and then there's compassion there beside the cruelty. "Pledge yourself to me. I'd rather see you live, and you will be with me like you always wanted. That's all you wanted, isn't it?"

"You already belong to me, sweet prince." The fingers gripping his hair tighten, a show of control. "But just this once, I'll offer you the choice between being my prisoner or my slave. Now choose."

/hangs head in shame

[divine_streak]

Flynn grunted in pain as he was dragged to his knees, but nothing was more painful than the sound of Senna's voice twisted into a cruel, unforgiving sound.

Flynn glared at her as he was given his choice. He was stubborn, but he wasn't stupid. He would never stop trying to free his people from her rule, but he had better oppurtunity to do that while pretending to be a loyal slave than being locked up in some dark dungeon.

The choice was clear, but the situation was far from simple. He had to make sure of something first. He winced as she gripped his hair but met her eyes steadily.

"Before I can choose," he said clearly, with little sign of any emotional pain, "I need to know. Was everything that happened between us a lie? If there was a part of you that actualy felt something for me, no matter how small, then I will willingly pledge my self to you. If not... then you should at least know me well enough to know my answer."

/hangs head right alongside

[chessmastergirl]

Senna smiles gently, and that's perhaps the worst thing of all. That she could say such cruel things and still smile at him in that familiar way, like the Senna he remembers. The innocent maiden and the cruel witch dance together on her features, making it impossible to tell which is her true face and which is the mask.

Maybe they're both her true face. Or maybe they're both masks.

She wets her lower lip with her tongue and leans close, brushing a stray lock of her from her captive prince's face. She's completely calm as she speaks, with a sort of cooing sound to her voice, like she's telling a bedtime story to a kitten.

"Dear Flynn," she murmurs softly, leaning close enough that Flynn can feel her warm breath on his cheek, "If I didn't care for you, you would already be dead."

I'm still worse /sob

[divine_streak]

Flynn ignored the condescension in her voice, as well as his own thoughts that she could very easily be lying to him. The gentle smile coming from such an evil person sent further shivers down his spine, but he ignored them too.

"Then I submit to you," he said as he lowered his head, but he kept his gaze locked with hers. There was fierce determination in his eyes. "If only for the sake of the kind hearted woman I fell in love with. The kind hearted woman who I know is still in there somewhere."

He knew what he said bordered on outright opposition, but he had to say it nonetheless. If the Senna he knew still existed in some capacity, then she had to know that he wasn't giving up on her.

(OOC: btw, I'll mainly be hanging out on DW now. I'll still tag this thread here, but if you're looking for me in the future, that's where I'll be.)

And I'll tag back no matter how late you are. :)

[chessmastergirl]

Senna's not foolish enough to believe she could break this prince's spirit so easily, but she's still pleased with his progress. Already she's brought him from open defiance to reluctant submission. True, she knows he's just waiting for the right time to strike... but as the weeks become months and years, he'll slowly lose the will to resist her.

"Good boy," she says with a lupine smile, one hand caressing his cheek while the other drifts lower and wraps around the shaft of his exposed manhood. She feels him start beneath her grip at the unexpected touch, and revels in it. "It'll get easier. I promise."

Slowly, methodically, her hand begins to stroke her captive's warm cock. She wants to feel him stiffen in her hand. She wants this chaste prince to moan as her fingers tease his tip and caress his length.

(OOC: not a problem! I've already ported Senna here to DW myself. She can be found at "senna_wales".)

<3

[divine_streak]

"Ah...!" Flynn started at the touch to his cock. He actually tried struggling before the ropes reminded him of the futility of such an action. Flynn was a virgin, and had been saving himself for Senna. While there was little doubt that this was the same woman he had promised himself to, things were obviously different from those dream-like days.

As much as he wants to protest, he knows that it will only lead to mockery if not an outright reprisal. Flynn knows that he has no choice. Slowly... very slowly, Flynn's member begins to harden in Senna's grip, and Flynn closes his eyes as he moans in arrousal. He'd never admit it, least of all to himself, but her ministrations combined with his helplessness was very arrousing, and almost enjoyable.

"Just..." he managed to get out, expecting the gag to be resecured at any moment. "Just promise me you'll treat my people well."

(OOC: Okay! Flynn is over there under the exact same username.)

We are the latest pair of taggers ever, but I love this scene and plot to pieces. :)

[chessmastergirl]

"Mmm," Senna murmurs, feeling her own arousal rise up from the depths of her, like some rarely-seen creature of the deep. She's so controlled and cold most of the time, but she can't help what she feels... she likes having Flynn in her power like this. Something about his bound, naked body lights a fire in her. She teases the head of his cock, enjoying his struggles. The hand on his cheek comes down to caress his bare chest, taut with muscle.

She knows he can only hold out for so long. It's what she's counting on. And yet... it would be more prudent just to kill him now, wouldn't it? It'd be safer. But she doesn't want Flynn dead. She wants him alive, a trained pet she can enjoy whenever she wants. Feeling his length harden in her grip, she leans in close, her lips pressing to his in in a brief kiss that's so much like the ones they used to share. The cold facade flickers for a moment - she's enjoying this too, and she either can't or doesn't care to hide it.

"Is that your dearest wish?" She looks amused. "Don't worry, pet. I'll treat them well. You'll see." She nods to the imps, and they hand the gag to her. She doesn't stuff it into Flynn's mouth as they did, though. Gently, he coaxes his mouth open, easing the gag in and securing it tightly but comfortably. She wants him to get used to it.

(OOC: Sounds good! I'm heading over there to friend him now, and would totally be up for continuing this plot via journals there if you like!)