Tales of the Thousand and One Shades of Alanis, the Goddess (part 10)

10.
How Dog was caught

They had warned me, the old men of the village. Do not go to the gorge, there the fairies live. They are as beautiful as angels, but evil as devil himself. They charm the hikers and lure them into their cave. Never again will these men be seen. It is said that the evil fairies live on human souls. Male souls.

And me? I laughed at them. Fairies? How sweet! That’s how I scoffed. Fairies? They are not just non existent fairytale characters, no, they are also wonderful, sweet, gentle fairytale creatures! Three wishes and stuff! Wish I would meet them! So I had talked and laughed and drank my beer, then I went to sleep, to be able to walk through the gorge very early the next morning. The early bird catches the worm, as they say. 

The old men shook their heads and said nothing more.

They had warned me.

Do I hear her footsteps? Is she coming back?
No. False alarm.
I take a deep breath, crouching on my knees, in my cage, in her cave.

Very early the next morning I entered the gorge, whistling and singing and reveling in the delightful solitude of the exotic wilderness.
All of a sudden she stood there. 
At the bottom of the gorge, in the midst of ferns, wolfberry plants, dragon trees, in the midst of this green intoxicating paradise: She.

Cascades of long red hair, framing an enchanting face like petals the blossom. Dark eyes, for seconds all black, for seconds pierced by a green glimpse. Her face, smiling, innocent, almost girlish, her slim body petite, feline, catlike, her legs slim but toned, her feet bare naked and somehow luminous, the toe-nails painted black. She wore – as if exercising – a skin-tight sexy green and black leotard as if she were on the hunt, made of an uncertain shiny material, but today I know: it is made of male desire.

She smiles. Like a girl who had lost her way, deep in the woods.
This is supposed to be the evil fairy?

She approached me almost shyly. She held out her delicate hand as if she wanted to play. I noticed her ring on the middle finger, a shiny black stone with a small red gem on it, or wasn’t it a gem? Difficult to identify. It looked more like… Is this a frozen drop of blood? I asked myself, and didn’t realize that I spoke out loudly. 

“Oh no”, answered the Beauty, “this is your future.” The colour of her eyes turned to green.

I asked who she was. She answered: “I am Alanis, I live here.”
Her voice: soft and warm and impenetrable as marble.
I asked: “Here, in the gorge? Is there a house here?”
She said: “Yes, do you want to see it?”

For a second I thought of the warning of the old men. 
Then the wonderful creature came up to me, gently taking my hand in her hand. And kissed my mouth.
At the same moment I felt her lips on mine, I knew the old men were right.
That kiss is long time ago. Months, maybe years.
She never kissed me again this way. She touched me very often and in all ways. And with every touch a piece of my free will disappeared. 
She: Alanis, the Goddess.
My ruler for months, maybe years.
I kneel in her cave and wait for her return. She is out hunting. 
I can’t move. I only can wait. With every touch of her hands or hair or feet or lips she dissolved the line between me and her will. 
Now I am completely hers. Her slave. 
Her dog. 
Lifeless as long as she is gone. Helpless when she comes back, playing with me.
Her games can be sweet. And they can be cruel.
When they are sweet, I lie at her feet, and she plays me like an instrument, she directs my body parts like music, she transforms my fingers, my sex, my skin, my tongue, into a coordinated choir of praising her body and mind. 
If the games are cruel, I hang upside down on a chain like slaughtered chattel, and my body is ravaged by her, and the remnants of my soul are burnt to ashes. 
And every second the fear. Pure fear not to please anymore.
But back then! 
Oh, I’ve had my chance to get away from fate! Or… hadn’t I?
When our lips separated, she smiled somehow wickedly, knowingly. 

I stumbled backwards, fell on my ass, got up quickly and awkwardly. I stuttered with a sore voice: “I think… I think… I have no… time… have to march on… Bye… then!”
She smiled. And when I turned around to leave, to walk on, I heard her laughing, loud, flashing, like a burning torch. 

I ran.
I rushed down the gorge. I stumbled, fell, got up again, ran. I ran for my life. I knew it with a certainty I never felt before. All you can do is run – or…––

Suddenly I felt a sharp sting in my neck. I stopped in my tracks, confused. Something has bitten me? An insect? I tried to grab it with my hand, but there was nothing – only blood… slowly oozing from a small wound on my neck. I turned around. There she was, standing confidently behind me. No sign of exhaustion although I ran on top of my lungs. One hand on her hip. A thin trail of blood on her mouth. I was shocked. Good god… Did she bit me? … But how?

“I like your taste”, she said, licking her lips. 
“FUCK!” I shouted, “who are you? What are you?” 
“I am your destiny”, she answered. “I want you. You already have my poison in your blood system. It’s too late for resistance. When you fully submit yourself to me, it will be less painful for you. You are mine.”

I looked at her: “Are you out of your mind, girl?”

Suddenly she disappeard! And almost at the same moment, another sting dug deep into my flesh. A spike – or was it teeth? I screamed, reached back as if to kill an insect – but again there was nothing there.

Instead, she was now standing right in front of me, not even a metre away. Her mouth was covered in blood. She regarded me coolly, speaking harshly.   
 
“I’m not playing a game, male. I intend to break you today. I am going to extract your complete submission to me. If you do not give it up willingly, I will take it. I am going to force it from you.”

She smiled – and now I saw her long, sharp fangs, dripping with my blood. 

“Then you will be my captive, my property, my slut, my slave. You will be compelled to abandon your life and live with me. You will live in my shadow as a conquered whore. Once my will crushes yours there is no escape. No turning back.” 

Suddenly, I turned – and ran for my life! A vampire, in the jungle, in bright daylight!  I ran at top speed. I heard fluttering noises behind me, next to me, as if a bird or a bat was chasing me, but I didn’t stop. I ran for my life. And again and again I was bitten in the neck, every minute of my escape; and again and again I tried to grab the invisible creature, but always I only reached into the void. Blood ran from a thousand wounds over my sweaty body.

I came to a spot deep inside the wooded canyon, a dozen of huge impressing dragon trees forming some kind of grove inside the gorge. I was exhausted from the chase. I have lost a lot of blood. I stood slouched over, my hands clutching my knees, catching my breath as she emerged.

“It’s over, male.” I looked up, coughing and bleeding. “You cannot defeat me. Submit and end this.” I saw her stretch out her foot.  “Kneel and kiss my foot now so that I might let you live.”

“Fuck you!” I screamed and ran straight towards her, faced with losing my freedom, determined to tear her apart or die trying. I grabbed her – but no, I grabbed only air. 

Something jumped on my back. Something… someone… She… This time it was surely not an insect, nor a bat, nor a fantasma – it was her! The force of her leap caused my knees to buckle, but I tried to regain my balance. Her fangs sank deep in my flesh. Her nails, her claws pierced my skin. I could feel her venom spreading through my body, I felt hot inside as if my veins were on fire, and then freezing cold. She sucked on me, she killed me… 

And between her bites, she whispered sensually to me: “Submit. Submit. Submit.” She said it over and over, every few seconds, between her bites, as I stumbled helplessly. Her weight was exhausting me. The pain was excruciating. I got weaker by the minute. There was dense fog in my poisoned brain. I stumbled, I fell to my knees. I fell to the ground. 
She pressed my face into the dirt. I squealed in agony, pleading wordlessly with her to stop, to please just stop the pain. I broke into tears, trembling, defeated, my spirit sunken and my will broken. 

She didn’t move, lying flat on top of me, pressing my face further in the mud, biting, sucking, licking my blood. I felt her body all over me, like a torn gazelle feels the deadly predator, her breast, her stomach, her hips, her legs, her feet, her teeth, her breath… All the while she was whispering in my ear, very close, her lips touching my skin, her breath intruding me, her voice conquering my head, her words piercing my soul like meat on a roast spit.

“You are mine now. Your life as you knew it is over. Your life belongs to me now. You are my property and you will live with me till the day I decide for you to die. You didn’t have the slightest chance to escape me. I could have sent you to your knees within seconds. The second before I kissed you was the last second of your freedom. The touch of my lips alone means slavery for creatures like you. I could have ended it quickly. But I wanted to play with you. I love playing. Like a cat with a mouse. And I like you, little mouse. You seem to be entertaining, you are fun to play with. As long as I like you, you are save from complete destruction. So you better work hard so that I continue liking you.” 

She whispered, her lips close to my ear, her soft voice crashed the scattered remnants of my resistance.

“Your new place in life is at my feet. My will is your law. My wish is your shape. When I decide that you can’t move, you won’t move a muscle for weeks. When I decide that you can’t walk, you will crawl for months. When I decide that your proper function in life is to be my footstool, you will be my footstool for life. Be better a perfect footstool, a perfect servant, an obedient dog, or you suffer terribly. Oh, you will suffer. I can hurt you very much, and I will do so very often. In fact, your life will be suffering from now on. To suffer and to serve, that is your new life. But you will learn all levels of suffering.”

She was silent. I sobbed. My face in the mud.
“Did you understand all that I said?” she asked.
I tried to nod, with her hand on my head.
“Speak loud!” she demanded.
“Yes, I understand everything,” I mumbled into the dirt. She loosened her grip on my skull – but only to knock against it menacingly: “How do you call me?” she asked.

I was confused. Tried to remember… “Alanis?”
Again she knocked against my head, hard. “I am Goddess Alanis. That is how you’ll call me. And what do you think is your name?”
I tried to answer, but again she banged against my head. 
“You don’t have a name anymore. I will name you later according to your talents. If you are a good dog, perhaps I’ll name you dog. If you are a good slave, I will name you slave. So hope the best that I won’t name you whipping boy. Or toilet.” 
She laughed about what hopefully was a cruel joke while I froze from the inside. 

Finally she stood up. “Don’t move”, she said, walking around in front of me. Her pretty black coloured toes came into view as the side of her foot brushed my face.  

“Seal your fate”, she said. 

I had no choice.
I lifted my face from the mud. I pressed my lips on her naked feet. 
I inhaled her scent, I felt her soft skin on my lips, I sealed my fate. 
“Lick them”, she ordered. 
And I licked her feet.

“You realize that I am your Goddess, don’t you?” I nodded yes, still licking her toes, tears streaming down my face. 

She removed her toes from my mouth. “Good boy, I think you’re getting it.  Now roll over onto your back.” She kicked my shoulder, prompting me to immediately do as she said. She towered over me, and I looked up at… her… my Goddess… 

She smiled as if she knew exactly what I felt this moment. I was hers, utterly and completely hers. She let herself down, slowly, she sat on my chest, her leotard covered crotch very close to my chin. She stared into my tearful eyes, smiling, domineering. She lifted one hand – and held a knife in it. Where did she get this? Fear gripped me anew as I squirmed a bit. This displeased her, and she responded by slapping me very hard. Three, four slaps to the face. 

“Hold still!” 

She turned around, faced my body and feet – and sat down full on my face. Her bottom sealed my nose and mouth. I struggled for air, while she used the knife to pop the buttons all the way down my shirt, then began to slice the garment from the collar down each sleeve, moving agonizingly slow. I remained still, fearful of the knife, but began to plead with her as she methodically denuded me. Begged her with my mouth and nose against her ass:

“Goddess Alanis… please,” I muffled. “Please don’t-”   

She turned around and slapped me across the face, five, six, seven slaps… it seemed an endless slapping. Then she grabbed a handful of my hair, our noses almost touching.   

“Shut up, slave. I will do what I want with you.” 
I whimpered softly, clearly intimidated. I trembled again. She smirked. 
“Slaves don’t wear clothes. Slaves don’t talk back to their owners. Slaves speak only when they’re spoken to. Slaves breath when they are allowed to breath. You are my slave, my whore, my dog. Am I making myself clear?”

I nodded quietly. “Yes Goddess Alanis.” 

She kissed my reddened cheek and withdrew.  She stripped me and shredded my clothing into ribbons, all the while clearly intoxicated with the power she enjoyed over me. Finally when I was completely naked, I felt her wrapping something around my wrists, tying them together. I offered no resistance. But the material of the shackle felt strange, it burned and stinged on my skin like hell.

She rose and stood over my face, greeting me anew with a view of her leotard-encased body. She put her foot on my face, then stepped over it.

She grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet. I overtowered her about 30 centimeters, but the slightest thought about resistance was destroyed. I was tame as a lamb, praying that I wouldn’t be slaughtered. Goddess Alanis owned me. She didn’t seem to be concerned about me anymore. Very relaxed she collected something from the bushes, then she presented it to me. Nettles… woven to some kind of… collar.

She smiled as she put the hellish stinging and burning collar around my neck. She continued by collaring my cock and balls with nettles. Then she connecetd the collars to a leash made of lianas and fern. She held this incredible leash firmly in her hand and smiled at her handiwork – and the grimaces of pain in my face.

“It is time to go. Let’s move to your new home.”  

A quick tug downwards forced me to bow deeply, then she marched on. I hobbled in that difficult position behind her, my upper body bent far downwards, her grip tight, my face kept close to her moving hip, my lips near to her ruling hand with the bloodred gem. My future, she said… I kept up with my captor as best as I could. It’s not far, she said.

And far it was not. Actually we – the beautiful predator and her battered naked prey – strolled only about five minutes through the dragon tree grove… which felt odd because I’ve had count only a dozen trees … but now we walked through a whole wood full of those majestic plants… Are we still inside the gorge? Where are we? But I couldn’t see anything besides the hand of my captor and my own tears.

Suddenly she stopped. 
She pointed to the floor: “Kneel, slave. When you enter my world, you have to crawl.”
I obeyed instantly. 
“Bow far down slave, eyes towards the dirt where you belong,” she commanded.
I glued my eyes to the ground. 

Again she tugged the leash. We moved forward. On my knees, with my face bowed far down, with my hands bound, I could only crawl forward very slowly. I sensed how we passed through some kind of curtain, perhaps also made of nettles, fern, wild flowers and lianas… Crawling, at the hand of my owner I entered an unknown room, from which I only saw the floor… tiles… made of marble? stone? … or was ist bones? … I felt some heat… I saw out of the corner of my eye some dark flickering light… but it was what I heard that sent me new rays of horror through my body, mind and soul…

“Take a look at my catch!” exclaimed Goddess Alanis, excited and happy. 

We were not alone. 
There were others… like her… Fairies? … Sorceresses? Goddesses… How many? What destiny awaited me?
I heard laughter.
Then a snap of fingers. And my Goddess voice.

“Come. Crawl. On your belly.”

I crawled forward. Till two pairs of naked feet came into my humble field of view. 

I recognized the beautiful feet of Goddess Alanis at once. The other pair was beautiful as well, high arched feet with black painted toes.

“Meet my sister”, said my owner down to me. 

Then I heard the voice of the other woman:

 

“Welcome to slavery.” 

 

… to be continued…