His Castle
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
6,522
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Daisy
Yo! Sorry I haven’t written anything in ages. I have no awesome excuse for you guys. I think this new story is gonna be pretty cool though. Hope you think the same. ^^
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‘Don’t worry, don’t worry! I promise, I’ll bring back more money this time.’ Daisy tried to smile as she stroked her youngest sister’s hair. The little girl clung to Daisy’s leg,
‘I’m hungwy Daisy… you gonna bwing food?’ Daisy patted the girl’s head gently,
‘Look after her Kris, okay?’ The boy nodded, grabbing Daisy’s shoulder,
‘Be careful Daisy.’
*
This was too easy. The man had draped his cloak over the back of his chair and, to Daisy’s happy disbelief, she could see the top of a small pouch poking out from one of the folds in the material. It just had to hold money.
As casually as she could, Daisy made her way past several other tables, narrowly avoiding a serving wench laden with plates. Drawing closer to the table, she saw that it was occupied by four men, all similarly dressed and all quite wealthy looking. Well, she thought, they won’t miss a couple coins.
She reached the table and as the men all laughed at a joke of some kind, she brushed against her target’s chair, her slim hand darting into the man’s cloak and closing around the leather pouch.
‘Oops, excuse me..’ Daisy mumbled, pocketing the pouch and walking away quickly. The man took no notice of her, busy devouring a chicken leg.
Keeping an even pace until she left the tavern, Daisy took a deep breath outside the door and smiled to herself before darting off into the darkness of a nearby alleyway.
‘This is enough to last us ages!’ Daisy said quietly to herself, rounding a shadowy corner,
‘Mia and Kris are gonna be so pleased!’ Just as she was putting the pouch away, a hand clamped down on her shoulder. She shrieked, instinctively grabbing the hand and digging her nails into the flesh. Another hand had covered her mouth after the scream and the hand on her shoulder had worked its way across her chest, pinning her arms to her sides.
Daisy struggled, but she was weak, having not eaten well for months. Her diminutive frame was no match for the large person holding her in a vice grip.
‘I believe you have something that doesn’t belong to you, hmm?’ said a deep, rough voice, rumbling against the back of her head. Daisy screeched and spat behind the gloved hand, desperately trying to elbow the man or stomp on his boots.
‘You will, of course, be returning the money, but I’m afraid I won’t be letting you go.’ He said, tightening his hold on the girl.
Suddenly, instead of a hand, Daisy felt cloth being thrust into her mouth and tied around her head. Then again, across her body. She then felt the rough material of a sack pressing against her. But the last thing she felt was a heavy blow to the head, and then nothing but black.
*
She awoke many hours later to the sun streaming in through a thin slit of a window. The window was glassless, merely a hole in the wall, but it was to be expected in the cold, bare room she found herself in. Her head was pounding, a dull ache thumping away behind her eyes. She clasped her throbbing head in her hands, feeling for damage. Sure enough, there was a large lump right at the back, between her two straggly pigtails.
‘Mmh.. Ouch…’ Daisy murmured, gently prodding the lump. ‘Mia! Kris!’ She exclaimed, remembering her siblings, who were, without doubt, worrying about her right now. She looked around the empty room. A pile of straw surrounded her in the corner, and a bucket sat in the opposite corner, the only other occupant of the stone room.
The door was large and made of wood, and looked very sturdy. There was a small barred panel too, and through this Daisy could see a man approaching.
She heard the metallic clink of keys in the lock and the door swung open. As the man stepped into the room, Daisy realised it was the man from the tavern, the owner of the pouch she swiped.
‘Ah..’
‘Who are you?’
‘Let me go!’
‘What’s your name?’
‘Just let me go!’
‘Tell me your name!’ With that, the man struck Daisy across her face, the harsh sound dulled by the thick stone walls.
‘…Daisy.’ She muttered sullenly, her hand pressed against her burning cheek.
‘That’s a pretty name for a thief.’ The man said, folding his arms across his chest. Daisy didn’t reply, merely glaring at her captor.
Without warning, the man grabbed the girl’s face and produced a small bottle from inside his shirt. Daisy flailed wildly, trying to land a blow on his face, but he held her at arms length, uncorking the bottle with his teeth. Opening her mouth, the man proceeded to empty the contents of the bottle inside, ignoring her biting teeth.
That done, the man let go and stepped back, watching as the young girl slumped to the floor, her eyes rolling.
‘I’ll be back.’ He said shortly, leaving the cold stone room and its drugged captive behind him.
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Oooh! Okay, see y’all next time!
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‘Don’t worry, don’t worry! I promise, I’ll bring back more money this time.’ Daisy tried to smile as she stroked her youngest sister’s hair. The little girl clung to Daisy’s leg,
‘I’m hungwy Daisy… you gonna bwing food?’ Daisy patted the girl’s head gently,
‘Look after her Kris, okay?’ The boy nodded, grabbing Daisy’s shoulder,
‘Be careful Daisy.’
*
This was too easy. The man had draped his cloak over the back of his chair and, to Daisy’s happy disbelief, she could see the top of a small pouch poking out from one of the folds in the material. It just had to hold money.
As casually as she could, Daisy made her way past several other tables, narrowly avoiding a serving wench laden with plates. Drawing closer to the table, she saw that it was occupied by four men, all similarly dressed and all quite wealthy looking. Well, she thought, they won’t miss a couple coins.
She reached the table and as the men all laughed at a joke of some kind, she brushed against her target’s chair, her slim hand darting into the man’s cloak and closing around the leather pouch.
‘Oops, excuse me..’ Daisy mumbled, pocketing the pouch and walking away quickly. The man took no notice of her, busy devouring a chicken leg.
Keeping an even pace until she left the tavern, Daisy took a deep breath outside the door and smiled to herself before darting off into the darkness of a nearby alleyway.
‘This is enough to last us ages!’ Daisy said quietly to herself, rounding a shadowy corner,
‘Mia and Kris are gonna be so pleased!’ Just as she was putting the pouch away, a hand clamped down on her shoulder. She shrieked, instinctively grabbing the hand and digging her nails into the flesh. Another hand had covered her mouth after the scream and the hand on her shoulder had worked its way across her chest, pinning her arms to her sides.
Daisy struggled, but she was weak, having not eaten well for months. Her diminutive frame was no match for the large person holding her in a vice grip.
‘I believe you have something that doesn’t belong to you, hmm?’ said a deep, rough voice, rumbling against the back of her head. Daisy screeched and spat behind the gloved hand, desperately trying to elbow the man or stomp on his boots.
‘You will, of course, be returning the money, but I’m afraid I won’t be letting you go.’ He said, tightening his hold on the girl.
Suddenly, instead of a hand, Daisy felt cloth being thrust into her mouth and tied around her head. Then again, across her body. She then felt the rough material of a sack pressing against her. But the last thing she felt was a heavy blow to the head, and then nothing but black.
*
She awoke many hours later to the sun streaming in through a thin slit of a window. The window was glassless, merely a hole in the wall, but it was to be expected in the cold, bare room she found herself in. Her head was pounding, a dull ache thumping away behind her eyes. She clasped her throbbing head in her hands, feeling for damage. Sure enough, there was a large lump right at the back, between her two straggly pigtails.
‘Mmh.. Ouch…’ Daisy murmured, gently prodding the lump. ‘Mia! Kris!’ She exclaimed, remembering her siblings, who were, without doubt, worrying about her right now. She looked around the empty room. A pile of straw surrounded her in the corner, and a bucket sat in the opposite corner, the only other occupant of the stone room.
The door was large and made of wood, and looked very sturdy. There was a small barred panel too, and through this Daisy could see a man approaching.
She heard the metallic clink of keys in the lock and the door swung open. As the man stepped into the room, Daisy realised it was the man from the tavern, the owner of the pouch she swiped.
‘Ah..’
‘Who are you?’
‘Let me go!’
‘What’s your name?’
‘Just let me go!’
‘Tell me your name!’ With that, the man struck Daisy across her face, the harsh sound dulled by the thick stone walls.
‘…Daisy.’ She muttered sullenly, her hand pressed against her burning cheek.
‘That’s a pretty name for a thief.’ The man said, folding his arms across his chest. Daisy didn’t reply, merely glaring at her captor.
Without warning, the man grabbed the girl’s face and produced a small bottle from inside his shirt. Daisy flailed wildly, trying to land a blow on his face, but he held her at arms length, uncorking the bottle with his teeth. Opening her mouth, the man proceeded to empty the contents of the bottle inside, ignoring her biting teeth.
That done, the man let go and stepped back, watching as the young girl slumped to the floor, her eyes rolling.
‘I’ll be back.’ He said shortly, leaving the cold stone room and its drugged captive behind him.
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Oooh! Okay, see y’all next time!