Feral Frosts (For UnseelieRaven)

[Andras]

In the icy forests that lay on the kingdom's eastern reaches, a lone warrior woman stalked through the woods. She was an amazon, a member of a fierce and matriarchal tribe who held power in the surrounding lands. Her name was Kiera. She stood at a towering (by female standards) 6'1; with a long mane of unkempt blonde hair and a sleek, athletic, muscular body. She wore tight, woolen winter clothes and her features were marked with intricate designs of blue war paint. A sword was holstered at her side, but she did not suspect she would need to use it today. Kiera was not hunting, either, despite her deliberate, stealthy pace. Well, not for food, anyway...

Her hunger had already been satisfied. But her carnal desires had not. It was a common habit of the amazons to capture young men or women from the neighboring kingdom who strayed too far into their territories. The amazons believed in the virtues of strength above all, so all of a rival kingdom's spoils were considered fair game if one was strong enough to take them, even comely maidens or handsome boys. It was not uncommon to see an amazon returning to camp with her hostage slung over her shoulder as a prize to be enjoyed in her tent.

Kiera intended to find the prettiest, loveliest, most lissome and supple young girl that she could find. She would easily capture the maiden, carry her away and have some fun with her. The amazon could hardly wait.

[UnseelieRaven]

Olwen pulled her white woolen cloak closer around her slight form as she carefully picked her way through the woods. As her village’s herbalist – or apprentice one at least – she needed to keep her stores stocked, especially in the winter. At least that was the excuse she had given her father before escaping into the woods and away from another attempt to set her up with a village lad.

She sighed as she gathered her skirts in one hand, glad of her boots and leggings, and shifted her half-empty basket to her other arm. Truthfully, she didn’t need to be in these woods to find her herbs, but she knew that no one would follow her here. All of the village youths were too frightened of the Amazons to dare. The young woman rather thought they were being silly; none of them were handsome enough to be taken.

Despite her own fantasies, Olwen doubted that she would interest a warrior either. All the Amazons she had seen were tall, strong, and fair – the opposite of her own short, 5’1, and frail form with her brown braided hair and gray eyes. Her own village men – looking for strong farm wives – often overlooked the small scholar – especially since she wore her sister’s hand my downs which helped to hide her figure.

[Andras]

Kiera continued her silent hunt until she eventually found a lone girl, dressed in white. She seemed to be gathering samples of different plants. An alchemist, perhaps? Maybe a shaman? It didn't matter. But what did matter was that the girl in question was beautiful and petite, almost like a doll.

The amazon continued to observe her prey. She was a brunette, Kiera's favorite color, and she braided her hair in a lovely style. Kiera managed to catch a glimpse of her eyes: a rare, exotic gray.

Kiera decided that the girl was hers to take. The amazon had rope with her, along with a cloth that she would use as a gag. She was out in the middle of nowhere, though, and the maiden was so dainty and timid as to be helpless against her. Perhaps she wouldn't need to use them.

Thus, Kiera slowly crept toward the villager girl, taking great care to not be noticed. Luckily, she was quite focused on her task and had her hands full holding her basket and skirts. She might have noticed the amazon stalking up to her in the reflection of the nearby frozen pond, but it was too late. Kiera lunged forth, her strong arms enveloping the slighted maiden and lifting her off her feet. One of her hands covered the peasant's mouth, preventing her from yelling for help. Not that it would have mattered. She walked the girl up to the pond so that she could see her own terrified eyes and how petite she was compared to the amazon.

"Why, hello there. What's a pretty little peasant maid doing all the way out in the woods? Don't you know that it's dangerous here?"

[UnseelieRaven]

Olwen didn’t notice the Amazon stalking her – too focused on the encouraging flash of green she’d noticed near the pond. She hoped it was something usable and was glancing around for something to dig it up with when she felt arms close around her.

The herbalist shrieked in surprise, the sound blocked by the Amazon’s hand, and froze in panic; her basket falling to spill over the snow. She could feel that the person behind her was much larger than herself and her mind immediately conjured up bandits. She was still frozen in panic when the blonde lifted her and carried her over to the pond.

The frozen surface reflected back her wide eyes and face pale with fright – and the tall, strong woman holding her. Oddly enough the sight of another woman calmed her for a moment before she remembered the stories of Amazons she had dismissed just moments before.

The memory – and her captor’s words – broke the spell of panic and Olwen started to struggle, for all the good it did her. She vainly tried to dig her nails into Kiera’s arm – protected as it was by her winter clothes – and kicked at her legs. She cried out behind the hand covering her mouth…and then tried to bite her.

[Andras]

Kiera held Olwen tightly against her as the girl desperately struggled. The amazon enjoyed her girlish writhing and thrashing, confident that the white-clad damsel had no way of defending herself. But that's white Olwen's teeth sank into Kiera's hand.

It wasn't agonizing pain, necessarily. But it was sharp, painful, and unpleasant enough to get her attention. Kiera yanked her hand away, still holding Olwen with one arm. She was livid.

"Hey! You think you can get away with trying to bite me like a little beast? I'm going to spank you until you weep!"

And with that, Olwen was laid face-up on a nearby tree stump, and her pants pulled up to reveal her pale bottom and her legs held directly up air and rolled back to expose her. Rearing her mighty hand back, Kiera began spanking her on the ass, intending to drive her into tearful submission.

[UnseelieRaven]

Olwen yelped when she was laid down on the stump and tried to pull her legs free when they were raised; blushing brightly when her leggings were pulled up. The cold air felt unpleasant on her exposed body and she tried vainly to free herself.

She gasped at the first swat – it coming as a shock even after Kiera’s words. The burning sting quickly built and she gave up on her attempts to roll over and instead tried to block the amazon’s next blow with her hands.

“Stop! You can’t do this to me!”

[Andras]

Kiera found herself annoyed with Olwen's efforts to protect herself against the spanking; she had opted for the current position becuse it allowed Kiera to make eye contact with her spankee. But she realized that it wasn't quite feasible because she couldn't control her arms and legs simultaneously. But she quickly thought of a position even more humiliating. Kiera leaned forward and grabbed both of Olwen's wrists, pulling her up and then taking her by the armpits. Then, with one smooth motion, the amazon lifted Olwen into the air and hoisted her over her shoulder.

The young peasant was already a full foot shorter then the amazon, but slumped over her shoulder she looked even smaller and more vulnerable. She was entirely helpless, and even worse, her bare bottom was sticking up in the cool air. Kiera carried her easily to the edge of the water, looking at the lovely reflection of her bare bottom, smooth thighs, and dangling legs. Without any hesitation, she raised her strong hand and began mercilessly spanking Olwen's helpless rump, watching her cheeks jiggle and redden with each strike as she laughed mirthfully.