Titleless.  Hey, it's a lemon.  Who cares what it's called. =P
 
This story is a lemon twist on the scene in the Record of Lodoss War OVAs
where Deedlit was temporarily captured by Pirotase and cohorts.  Naturally,
this story contains gratuituous sex, and very little plot, tho I've tried
to make it a -little- more interesting then that. ^_^
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  Chained to the treetrunk, Deedlit silently contemplated her position while
the Dark elves stared at her.  She knew from the moment she first sensed
their presence that she must attempt to break out, but three of them
together proved too much for her, and she was soon caught, their grappling
chains entwining around first her legs, pinning down her mobility, then her
arms, capturing her completely.  Glaring at the female -- clearly the
leader of the trio -- she was surprised to see the look on the woman's face:
a strange mixture of idle playfulness and contemplation, as opposed to the
scornful looks of contempt that the other two, male dark elves were
gazing at her with.  Risking a moment away from her watchfulness, she looked
towards the ground, voicing a silent sigh of dismay at how high up she was.
As she looked back up, she was startled momentarily again, as the female
had closed the distance to her in a short hop, and was disarming her.  This
by itself came as no surprise, but the lingering strokes of the woman's
fingers along her stomach as they worked to undo her belt, the gentle ease
with which they removed it, and the second idling of those digits as they
traced a light path along her waist; something about these things was out
of place.  After a time, the woman cupped Deed's cheek softly with one dusky
hand, then tipped her head to the side by slipping it down to the high elf's
chin.

"So, High Elf....how does it feel to be caged to one of these trees which
you love so much?"  

The woman's voice was slightly husky, but still rang out melodically, in 
that distinctive manner that all elves, dark or no, seemed to possess.
Deedlit made a small hmph, sounding small and frail by comparison, but made
up for it by the defiance in her face and her eyes...

"So what do you intend to do with me, now that you think you've caught me?,"
asked Deed, placing just the right hint of bluffed confidence in her tone.
She didn't really feel very confident of her predicament at all.

"Give me to your companions to take back to Marmo?"

The woman seemed to think on this, but soon favored Deed with a
sweet-seeming smile, and shook her head.  As she folded her arms across her
chest, Deedlit took note of the woman's attire.  A soft, gray-leather dress,
cut high enough on her thighs to show she clearly held her body in high
esteem, matching leather boots that climbed almost to the hemline, and gloves
of the same stretching up her arms.  While her arms crossed, the movement of
her dress made Deed forcibly aware that on top, the dress was cut in a
rather wide diamond, exposing a great deal of the woman's smooth, dusky skin,
and not just a little of the large, proud and firm breasts that the leather
tried so valiantly to contain within.  Gulping audibly, as surprised by her
own reaction to this sight as the sight itself, the woman caught her glance,
and grinned faintly.

"You like what you see....don't you?"

Deed shook her head violently, and scowled at the dark elf before her.  But
now she was lying, not just being defiant...a part of her -did- like the
sight she was given, even in her predicament...
Grinning a little broader, the woman raised one smoothly-gloved arm, and
extended her first two fingers, as she began to chant softly.  Unable to
resist the enchantment that was being thus cast on her, Deedlit felt her
mind growing more at ease...more comfortable and agreeable.

"Now...," continued the woman.  "What is your name, High elf?"

A dozen or more bitterly sarcastic responses ran through Deedlit's mind,
but none of them came out of her mouth, to her mild shock...

"De...Deed..lit...."

Nodding in acknowledgment, the woman pointed to herself, running a single
gloved finger slowly down the center of her chest.

"Pirotase..."  Gesturing to the two men who were standing silently nearby,
she made a somewhat-dismissive gesture towards them.

"No need to worry about *their* names.  You're in a tight spot, my dear
High elf....we have orders to bring you back to Marmo....but now that we've
caught you, I'm loath to give you to our masters...."

Surprised at this strange display of...sentiment?  from a Dark elf, Deedlit
continued gazing at Pirotase.  Smiling sweetly, Piro slowly began to remove
her own belt, letting both hers, and Deedlit's, drop far to the ground below.

"I'd rather keep you for *myself*...."

Thrusting herself forwards suddenly, Deedlit had no time to react, as the
dark elf pressed her body flush against her own bound form, and touched
her soft, rubyish lips to her own in an astonishingly gentle kiss.  Even
through her breastplate, Deed could feel Pirotase's large chest bulging out
against her body, and the slight tenseness that was present in the dark 
elf's muscles.
As thoughts of resistance flew through Deed's mind like a flock of birds, she
barely recognized none of them seemed to be carrying through to her body,
which was, to her shock and astonishment, responding favorably to Pirotase's
affections.  She could feel her nipples slowly hardening beneath her light
dress and armor, the warm flush which had started to flow through her skin,
the soft pressure added as she kissed softly back, and her lips shifted
against the dark elf's.  Catching herself making a slight whimper as Piro
withdrew, Deedlit dropped her head and turned it away, feeling ashamed of
herself for responding in this way.  She was a prisoner!  This woman and her
associates had taken her by ambush and chained her to a tree, to subdue her
and take her back to Marmo!  Why was becoming turned on to the woman's 
touches, and kiss?

As these confused thoughts and emotions turned themselves over in her mind,
she didn't notice the sidelong glance Pirotase made to her two helpers, or
their returned grins.  She did, however, look up as Pirotase began to
unshoulder Deedlit's light armor and breastplate.  Letting the set drop
to the ground below, idly watching the way the attached cape fluttered with
the air, Piro returned her attention to her captive, and traced a lone
fingernail around the slight swell of one of Deedlit's breasts.  Grinning
silently at the low moan that drew forth, she continued on, and let her nail
trail slowly up over the soft mound, gliding smoothly over the light-green
silk, until she'd brought it to the smaller, secondary bulge in the fabric;
that of her lonely, stiffened nipple.

Moaning again, louder, as the dark elf focused more attention on that 
tightening nub of flesh, Deedlit's mind grew hazier, finding it harder and
harder to hold onto her thoughts, as the sensations on her body grew even
more pronounced.  She became intimately aware of the way her breasts were
pushed slightly and caught between the cold metal chains that held her bound,
and the strangely pleasurable chill they gave her pressed against her form,
dulled only by the thin draping of silk that her dress granted her.  But
that thought was perilous, because it brought her focus back to the attentions
on her breast: the chafing of her dress against her hardened nipple was driving
her mad, her body wanting to twist and squirm with the way these feelings
continued on without relief or restraint; a fact Pirotase seemed very much
aware of.  

Taking a glance upwards at the high elf's face, seeing the slight turmoil
of feelings behind her face as her resistance gradually dwindled away, Piro
centered her fingers onto the tight nub she was teasing, and pinched, lightly,
lifting her fingers up to tug their captive out a little, stretching it.  A
short, but unmistakable cry of delight was her reward, and she grinned again,
stepping back a couple of feet and chuckling, slightly mockingly...

"What's the matter, High elf?  You don't sound so defiant now..."

Deedlit made no response, lowering her head so she wouldn't have to look
Pirotase in the eyes, half-afraid of what might be in her own.  Piro watched
her for a moment, then snorted and shook her head.

"Just like one of you.  Always denying your desires because it's 'wrong', or
'impure'.  Feh..."

Stepping closer to Deed again, she leaned downwards, and took a soft, lingering
lick over the side of the high elf's neck..."We'll take care of that..."

Leaving that vague pronunciation of doom hanging on Deedlit's mind, she
kneeled down, then ran her hands slowly up the outsides of the high elf's legs,
in a strangely appreciative manner.  Moving gracefully, reveling in the feel
of her smooth, lovely skin, they eventually disappeared underneath the skirt
of the dress, to come back down again a few seconds later, trailing a pair
of white silk panties with them.  Closing her legs self-consciously, Deed
tried to cross them as much as she could against the pressure of the chains,
feeling vulnerable now with that protection gone, however thin it was.  The
two male dark elves chuckled at her reaction, and Pirotase turned to glare at
them.

"I don't recall telling either of you that you could break your silence..."

Turning back to Deedlit, she smiled wistfully..."You are worth a laugh or two
though, aren't you...."  Seeing the defiance start to well up in her eyes again
at the implied insult, she shook her head.  

"Not like that.  You are very lovely..."

Blinking back confusion at being praised by her captor, she looked back into
Pirotase's eyes, and just for a moment, saw something very different then
the contemptuous Dark elf who seemed to regard her as a plaything, the way a
cat might view its trapped mouse.  There was a flicker, however brief, of
genuine compassion, or so it seemed to Deedlit.  Pirotase shook her head
annoyedly, and it was gone again, replaced by the slightly-cruel playfulness.
She withdrew a dagger from inside her boot, and begin to deftly slash up
Deedlit's dress, each swift caress of the blade strategically placed to allow
the garment to fall off bit by bit, since the chains prevented a more natural
removal.  Deedlit flushed furiously as her body was thus fully revealed to
her captors, her color rising even more as she belatedly became aware of her
*own* reactions to her chain-bound nakedness.  By some trick of the dark
elf's magics, or desires within her which she didn't want to acknowledge,
she was growing very aroused: her nipples standing out stiffly from the
soft bed of her breasts, the insides of her thighs feeling a little moist,
and a disturbingly pleasurable glow building in her abdomen.

Her reflection on herself was abruptly shattered by a trace of fear, as she
felt a brief gust of air and heard a dull *thunk* next to her.  Averting her
eyes to the side, Pirotase's dagger was embedded in the tree next to her,
a scarce centimeter below her long elvish ear.  She let out a short gasp,
and Pirotase withdrew the dagger, taking it in hand and pressing close to
the high elf, almost touching. 

"Got your attention again....," she whispered, leaning in close so the words
carried into her sensitive ear as warm exhales of breath.  "Deedlit...a name
not unsuiting of you, I suppose...do you still deny your desires?"

Deedlit made no response, and Pirotase shook her head in that annoyed manner
again, before taking her dagger, and running the sharp, pointed tip slowly
across the surface of the high elf's breast, tracing a slow, almost dangerous
circle around the nipple.  Deedlit shivered at that touch, the caress of the
cold steel against her sensitive skin, and clenched her teeth, waiting for
the sharp influx of pain that would come when she pressed down hard enough
to pierce her flesh.  But it never came.  The dagger just kept circling closer
and closer to the hard pit of her nipple, and Deedlit was shocked to realize
that the closer the dagger got, and the more she anticipated the direct touch
of the steel on her sensitive nub, the tighter that nub became.  Her breathing
was beginning to become labored as she got more aroused, coming out 
occasionally in short pants.  She whimpered, once, a faint wisp of a sound
in the quiet forest around them, and then the touch was gone.

Pirotase chuckled quietly again, and slid her dagger down past the chains
across her torso, across the outside of one smooth thigh, then buried it
into the tree again with a sharp stab.  Reaching between Deedlit's legs now,
she cupped the high elf's sex in her gloved hand, teasing her growing arousal
with a firm pressure of her palm, rolling in a slow circle.  Deedlit moaned
out loudly, and struggled against her bonds, at first trying to shut her legs
against the pressure she felt stroking her heat, then gradually, opening them
up again, letting Pirotase have her way.  But...she couldn't hide her feelings
anymore, not like this.  It was too much...

Pirotase made a short gasp of her own as Deedlit threw her head back and cried
aloud, shocked as elf's hips bucked sharply, and her stroking hand was coated
with a sudden deluge of her nectar, pushed into a climax by these simple
caresses.  Raising her hand to her lips, leaving Deed to work out the last
remnants of her orgasm by herself, she drew a gentle lick across her fingers,
tasting her.  Leave it to a High elf to be sweet *everywhere*...but she
would not indulge herself in this quite yet.  She had more interesting
pursuits to try.

Her hand returning to between Deedlit's legs - the young elf trembling a little,
both in the aftershudders of her climax, and in anticipation/fear of whatever
might happen next - she slowly parted her folds, and pushed two gloved fingers
inside her.  Deedlit tossed her head back again and cried out once more, her
sex clutching tightly around the invading digits as they moved deeper.
Pirotase pushed a little more, and soon was filling her up to the second
knuckle of both fingers.  Deedlit cried out again as she felt a brief flicker
of pain, and Pirotase begrudgingly gave Deedlit another point in her race's
favor.  The taking of virgins could be such a messy business, and elven women
did not possess that thin membrane to be broken.  Nevertheless one's first
penetration was not without traces of unpleasantness, and Pirotase allowed
herself a brief moment in her taking of Deedlit to recall her own first time.
It had been so long ago...and she supposed the young elf should consider
herself lucky that she was not being rougher with her.  Yet...

She withdrew her fingers slowly, taking extra care to make sure the digits
coursed along the engorged head of her clitoris, then pushed up again, harder
then before.  Working as a single member, they plowed their way deeper, 
burying to their bases this time, and held there.  Pirotase looked up,
studying Deedlit's face, observing the expressions of shamed, helpless
pleasure run through her features over and over, watching her cry out
again as she wiggled her fingers back and forth inside her.  The effect
was very much to the mutual satisfaction of both High and Dark elf alike.
Pirotase's eyes opened wide in delighted surprise as Deedlit came again,
almost wailing in her pleasure this time, struggling vainly to control
the reactions of her body.  Withdrawing her fingers once again, taking care
to hide any lingering traces of her own pleasure that might display on her
face, Pirotase scowled a little, completely for effect, as she once again
licked her fingers clean, and chastised Deedlit, trying hard to sound
annoyed...
"Can't you hold on?  You're not going to be much fun if you come
every time I touch you.  Or maybe you'd prefer..."  She tilted
her head to indicate the two male dark elves standing silently nearby,
watching the events with a sort-of drunken glee.

"One of *them* to take you?  I'm sure they wouldn't mind..."

Deedlit glanced at her two companions, and shuddered at the greedy look they
both wore on their faces upon hearing Pirotase's words.  They wouldn't be
gentle with her.  She shook her head, and Pirotase smirked, bringing her hand
back up to cup and softly stroke her cheek, the cool leather of her glove
a sharp counterpoint to the warm blush she wore.
Pirotase looked in her eyes for a long moment, as if searching for something
that might be hidden within them, eventually nodding, seemingly satisfied
with something, and untangled the chains from about her body, letting them
fall to the ground below.  Deedlit slumped to her knees almost immediately
on the large branch they were on, and clasped her arms around herself
protectively.  Pirotase folded her arms over her chest and looked down on
her chidingly.

"Now, now.  We both know there's no need for you to be afraid...."

Deedlit looked up, back into her eyes, and contrary to everything she thought,
everything she *knew*, having every reason in the world to think otherwise,
she found herself believing it, and dropping her arms.  Pirotase nodded,
and began to slowly finger the clasps to her dress at the front of her high
collar.  With a deft twitch of her fingers, she released them, and the collar
split in two, letting the tight open-diamond front blossom into a wide
pentagon shape.  Her bosom, now released of the confinement of her previously
closed dress reformed into their firm, rounded, natural shapes, still
barely covered by the light-gray leather.  She watched Deedlit watching
the gentle motions of her chest, and smiled inwardly.  Yes, she was
definatly ready to give in completely.  She gestured to her two companions,
and they withdrew further away, still within sight though, watching.
She then looked back down at her captive, and smiled faintly, kneeling
down in front of the high elf.

"They will not hurt you now.  Not as long as you cooperate and don't try to
run away.  You won't get very far before they catch you, and I will not
interfere with...whatever, they decide to do with you...."

Deedlit just nodded, almost imperceptibly, then dropped her eyes.  Finding
herself looking at Pirotase's breasts again, she flushed, and dropped her
glance further.  This was not much better as she was now looking at her legs.
She turned her head a little to the side now, and Pirotase grinned, realizing
what was making her so shifty.  She reached out and took her hand, and slid
it under the opening of her dress, pressing her wonderfully delicate palm
firmly to her left breast.  A faint warmth began to build in her as she felt
her nipple stiffen up almost immediately to that touch, and Deedlit gasped in
reaction.  Grinning again, with just a slight hint of superiority in her
expression, she pulled Deedlit against her with her other arm, and met her
lips in a soft kiss.  She was rewarded with Deedlit's other hand moving to
her other breast of its own accord, and squeezing both of the large, firm
mounds of tender flesh, feeling her sensitive skin smush out a little bit
between her fingers.  Pirotase let out a low moan, and pressed herself
forwards more, pressing her breasts into that grip, feeling her chest mash
down further, caught as they were.  She broke the kiss off, and leaned her
head beside Deedlit's, whispering into her long, slender ear, her cheek
pressed to Deedlit's own, feeling the warm blush that colored it.

"You want me...," she all but purred, making it clear that it wasn't a
question.  Deedlit was silent a long while, but eventually closed her eyes,
and nodded slightly against Pirotase's cheek.  "H..hai..."  Pirotase nodded
in response, and backed up a couple of inches, lowering her hands to her
lap.
"Then you can have me....I will allow you your will in this matter....but
do not fail to please me...."  A slight glance in the direction of her two
removed companions implied the consequences of failure quite adequately.

Deedlit's hands shifted, parting the sides of Pirotase's dress and slipping
it down over her arms, leaving the top hanging at her waist.  Leaning down
and scooting back a bit, she pressed her lips to the stiffened nub which
topped her left breast, and began to suckle gingerly at it, tugging the
tight node of flesh wetly.  Pirotase moaned again, no louder then the soft
sound she had made earlier, and raised her hands to the back of the high
elf's head, tangling her fingers into her lovely golden mane of hair, 
holding her to her breast.  After a few minutes of this, the game eventually
began to grow old, and Deedlit moved on to play new ones.  Trailing her hands
down Pirotase's sides, she begin to tug her dress down over her hips.
Pirotase unfolded her legs in front of her and lifted herself up obligingly
as the leather garment slid easily down the matching thigh boots she wore,
and moaned suddenly, as Deedlit slipped between them, becoming much more
active then she had expected.  And much more eager. 
Lifting her legs so they rested over her shoulders, Deedlit dove into
Pirotase without hesitation, nuzzling up to her sex immediately, taking
in the strangely pleasurable smell, kissing her netherlips as one would
passionately kiss a lover.  This unexpected surge in aggression caught
the dark elf completely off guard, and she cried out loudly, feeling the
tender, wet caress against her sensitive folds.  Keeping her hands tightly
against the back of her head, holding Deedlit there in case she felt
any compulsion to leave, Pirotase cried out again, louder then before, her
slightly-husky voice beginning to take a shrill tone to it.  Deedlit had
shifted the attentions of her lips to the head of her clitoris, and the
effect it had was much appreciated.  Taking a hesitant, experimental lick
at the engorged bulb, she repeated the action, a bit firmer, and listened
to the tone of Pirotase's heated moans, her breathing becoming labored,
panting.  Biting down on her lip hard enough to draw blood was all Pirotase
could do to stay a scream as Deedlit's attentions changed once again, now
suckling on her clit as best she could, lips locked against it.  It
came out as a loud 'Nnnnnnggg!' instead.  Her hips swaying a little beneath
the attentions she was being given, a few moments more was all it took,
and her second scream could not be stifled in time, as Deedlit grazed that 
bulb very lightly with her teeth, the pleasurably-painful sensation hurling
her into climax.  Her nectar spilled out to be met by Deedlit's tongue, 
having abdicated her clit in favor of cleaning and tasting the dark elf
as soon as her orgasm had begun to strike.  The feeling of the high elf's
slender, skilled tongue moving around inside her pulsing sex kept her high
for a considerable time, making it almost impossible to come down, it felt
like.  At long while her climax did subside, however, and she trembled
slightly in aftertremor, rising up and pulling Deedlit's head away from her
sex.  The initial look of confusion on Deedlit's face was replaced by fear
and betrayal as Pirotase pushed her back against the tree again, and motioned
for her companions to move nearby again.  Stepping back to their side,
she looked at the first, then looked back at Deedlit and smirked.

"Take her.  I want to see her suffer from this..."

Deedlit gasped out in shock and horror, as the dark elf male moved forwards,
beginning to undress himself, and looked at Pirotase with wide, pleading eyes.

"You...I....you said..."

"I changed my mind," Pirotase replied simply.

Deedlit looked around hastily, more out of reflex then hope.  They would
catch her if she ran, and probably make it worse.  Trembling, she closed
her eyes, and gripped the tree-trunk tightly, hoping it would at least be
over soon.  She felt the man's body press to hers, tensed as the head of
the man's large, enraged member nudged against her opening, waiting for that
sudden push, the probable pain, the harsh, using force he would likely exert
on her...and it didn't come.  She opened her eyes, and the dark elf fell away
from her, down to the ground, a knife embedded firmly into his head. 
Pirotase and her remaining companion looked, then frowned almost 
simultaneously and disappeared into the forest with a glare at Deedlit,
as if to say this wasn't over yet.  Deedlit looked down, and saw figures on
the ground, running towards the tree.  The one in the middle..could it be?
She was so weary suddenly, with Pirotase gone, and whatever enchantments she
had placed on her wearing off.

"Parn..."

Her last thought before passing into unconsciousness.

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by  Rika

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