Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Love Affair ❯ Kidnapped and Taunted ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1

"Dilandau…" She whispered in shock. She stepped back only to find that he stepped forward to match her and grabbed her wrist drawing her closer to his person.

His scarlet eyes bore down heavily into hers as his warm breath cascaded down her face. She shuddered as his other arm wrapped around her frame gently resting on her lower back. He smirked at the movement, delight lighting up in his eyes, "Oh, Lord Folken's going to love this…"

She gasped in slight pain as the hand of her wrist tightening undoubtedly leaving forming bruises. She tried to speak but her voice caught in her throat. Her mouth parted with the formation of words but no sound emanated from her lips. Her eyes were wide as she stared at him, complete and utter fear pounded through her frame.

"What's the matter, Hitomi? Scared? Lord Van isn't here to save you… what are you going to do? Oh no!" He smiled manically as he teased her. Van would come for her and he would be able to get his revenge on the young king.

Suddenly, she pulled back struggling against his hold, further bruising her wrist. She stepped back trying to pry herself from his frame as he delighting in her efforts, "Let me go!" she screamed raising her free hand to aid her in her struggles. Slight annoyance crossed his handsome features as he grabbed her other wrist in his arm and pushed her back into the tree, effectively pinning her back.

She screamed for help when a sharp burning pain shot through her cheek. Tears welled in her eye as her head snapped to the side with the force of his hand. "Shut up!" He hissed at the now silent girl. Her hair fell over her face shielding her tears from his eyes. She knew he would love to see her pain so she remained still and tried to stop the tears that rolled down her cheek. Her body started to tremble from anger and she started to struggle against him once more.

"I said let me go!" She cried out and raised her knee into his groin. He exhaled sharply as pain wracked his frame. He released her and brought his hands down to cup his abused limb. She tried to run but he caught hold of her ankle and she tumbled down into the grass.

"Bitch! You'll pay for that!" He cried out in pure rage as he held her ankle tightly. She thrashed and crawled and kicked to no avail. He was stronger than her and he crawled above her pinning her down once again with his body. His knees rested on her legs as he pinned her arms down with his own. Grasping her arms tightly with one of his own he backhanded her across her already abused cheek. She cried out again as her head snapped back again with the force of the blow. She whimpered as he glared down at her.

She still held a defiant look in her eyes. She screamed yet again for the help she knew would never make it to her in time even if it were to be heard. He growled to the best of his ability and quickly stood pulled her up with him as well. She wobbled unsteadily on her feet and he wound his fist back ready to strike. Pain shot through her belly as all air flew from her lungs and her eyes widened to the unexpected blow. Her form crumpled over his arm as he pulled his fist back from her stomach, catching the now unconscious girl in his arms.

"Damn bitch… I warned you…" He mumbled as he carried her off to his guymelef. Climbing in her held her on his lap as he operated his machinery. Pressing on the intercom he gleefully exclaimed into it, "Lord Folken, I have a surprise for you…"

"Dilandau… where have you…" Folken's voice sounded over the intercom as he received Dilandau's message. He sighed wearily as his words sunk in. "We'll talk when you return back to the Vione."

A Few Hours Later…

Hitomi lazily opened her eyes to find herself staring into total darkness. She tried to sit up but pain wracked through her abdomen and she gave in to a muffled cry of agony. She lay back against the comfort that surrounded her and closed her eyes, fighting back the pain that kept her contained. Slowly her breathing once again evened out and she opened her eyes. Adjusting to the blinding darkness surrounding her she was able to make out shapes in the nicely size room. She, evidently, was centered against the back wall in a marvelous canopied bed. A desk lay in the corner to her right, stray papers strewn across the top as a chair rested comfortably in its slot. A dresser was positioned at the other far corner off to her right, a drawer left open with clothes hanging precariously off the side. A mirror hung over the dresser. In the middle of the two pieces of furniture there were two sliding doors with curtain strung in front of them.

`Probably leads to a balcony….' She thought as continued to glance around the room.

Another door was positioned straight ahead of her, which she presumed to be the exit. On her left was another door that might have been a bathroom. In the far left corner there was a closet she presumed considering the large pile of clothing strung around the open door. She sighed and closed her eyes again, willing the world to disappear.

`I guess that wasn't dream and I have been captured… Damn it all to hell…'

Slowly lifting her hand to her bruised cheek, she flinched at the slightest touch. Her whole cheek was swollen, no doubt, and who knows, maybe she even had a broken rib or two. She grimaced at the thought.

`Perhaps I should've just kept quiet… maybe I wouldn't be in this situation right now… maybe.'

Pulling the covers slightly off her form she realized they were silk and a blood red color. The small amount of light coming through a slight crack in the curtains reflected on the sheets. Black, silk curtains framed the bed or would have, had they been drawn to a close. She slowly and very carefully sat up in the plush bed. Gently swinging her feet over the side she noticed that her clothing had been changed. No longer in her track clothes, she adorned a nightgown that molded to her form her body, evenly accentuating every curve. It was a bit revealing as well. She blushed slightly as she wondered who had changed her clothes while she slept.

`Hentai…'

Standing up, her legs wobbled a bit and she grasped the bed to maintain her balance. Her abdomen hurt like hell. Gingerly placing a hand over her belly, she walked over to what she thought was the bathroom. Opening the door, she flicked a light switch and gasped. The bathroom was huge. The sink was on her right and the toilet (A/N: Yes they have toilets okay! We need toilets they're just necessary!) was next to it. Actually there were two, a guy toilet and the regular one. A large bath lay against the far left corner. It was like a jacuzzi. The shower was on the side of her, the glass doors slid partially open. Walking into the bathroom a bit farther, the first thing she did was look in the mirror. I red swelling had formed on her cheek and below her eye was slightly puffy.

`I can't believe he hit me… I've never been slapped before in my life. Not even by my own mother…'

Picking up a towel, she laid it at the foot of the shower. Turning on the water, she carefully slipped off the silk gown.

`What's with all the silk? Not that I'm complaining…'

She stepped into the shower and sighed as the warm water cascaded down her body. It relaxed her muscles and soothed her wounds. She washed thoroughly because the gods only knew when she would be able to take another one. Turning off the water, she stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her frame. Then she realized…

`I have nothing to wear…Well I guess I could check his clothing, right? I mean… if he had this gown, maybe he has something else? Seriously, what do I know about this guy? He could be a cross-dresser for all I know!' She tried to reason with herself. `Worse come to worse, I could always just put the gown back on. I can't be that dirty…'

So she stepped out of the bathroom and turned off the light. Holding the towel tightly around her, she tried to get her eyes to readjust to the darkness.

`Well, if I were a light switch, where would I be?'

She walked to the door that probably led to the exit and felt the wall for the switch.

"Aha!" She pronounced when the lights came on. She turned and headed for the dresser completely unaware of the figure that watched her from the bed. Checking through the drawers she came upon another gown. She snorted as a smile tucked at the corners of her mouth.

"Well… so maybe he is a cross-dresser!" She said to herself in the silent room. Lifting the gown to see its full length, she marveled at its beauty. It was an emerald green short and sexy nightgown. One that was made not to just sleep in…

A blush crept onto her face as flashes of her dreams swept through her head. Looking through his drawers a bit more thoroughly she couldn't find anything else that would cover her better. He did have other gowns, for what reasons she didn't know, but they were all… how would you say… alluring. She did manage to find underwear though but it wasn't normal underwear. She sighed in annoyance.

"Doesn't this guy have any regular women's clothing? Jeez! It that too much to ask for?" She cried out in embarrassment. `If my mother even knew that I was going to wear something like this, she'd kill me…'

Holding the gown and the thong to her, she walked back to the bathroom and shut the door.

The man on the bed looked after her, a smile illuminating his face as he tried to contain his laughter.

`Perhaps I could get used to her…'

Hitomi slipped on her `clothing' and looked in the mirror.

`This doesn't look half bad… except for this freaking thong! I don't understand why people use these stupid things! It's butt floss!'

She giggled at her own thought and ignored the feeling of the floss in her ass! She gown was truly marvelous. It brought out her eyes and showed off her long, well-toned legs. It wasn't that revealing either but it fit more snugly than the other one and pronounced her figure. During her time here in Gaea she had blossomed quite well, filling out in all the right places.

Towel drying her hair, she ran her fingers through it to manage it. Hanging up the towel, she stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her only to find that the light were off again.

"That's weird… I thought I left them on…" She mumbled as she made her way over to the door once more. Flicking the light switch a hand came over her mouth as an arm snaked around her waist. She gasped and winced as the hand roughly pressed against her belly. She was pulled back against a solid figure and she shivered when warm breath flooded over the sensitive skin of her neck. The hand o her mouth slowly retreated and she gave a slight cry as the hand on her belly tightened.

"That hurts…" She whispered as her hand went over the one on her stomach. The pressure was immediately taken off and she took in a shaky breath. His other hand went to gently rest on her waist as he lazily dragged the other up her body. He removed the hand from her waist and again cast the room into darkness then replacing it back on her waist. His other hand gently traveled up, over the soft flesh of her breast. She gasped as heat started to pool in her lower belly. She whimpered when his hand slipped beneath the thin fabric of the gown and he started to tweak her nipple causing it to harden as shots of pleasure went through her body. His other hand slid down to her thigh then lazily dragged itself back up bringing the gown up as he went along. Her eyes closed at the sensations overwhelming her and she gasped when his fingers rubbed at her essence. Tears welled in her eyes. She couldn't believe this was happening to her… she couldn't believe she was allowing this to happen to her. A small moan came from her when his lips came in contact with the flesh on her neck. He kisses and suckled and playfully nipped at the tender flesh eliciting sharp gasps and low moans.

"Stop…" She whispered breathlessly as his fingers rubbed harder at her core. She bit her lip as a single digit slowly entered her, a single tear rolling down her cheek, "Please… Dilandau… don't…" Her body arched when he added another finger slowly pumping them in and out of her. Her head lolled back resting on his shoulder as she started to pant softly. She whimpered, more tears rolling down her cheeks, "Dilandau… please don't…" She put all the emotion she could into her words even though her body craved him.

And… he stopped…