Down the Rabbit Hole

DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

A Sexual Adventure in a Fantasy World

Chapter XII -- The Other Prison

(Note to Reader: Chapter 11 was published as a BDSM story.)

For a day and a half, Scarlet and Nicolet were prisoners--of a sort--prisoners in a palace suite. When they first explored it, Nicolet had commented that the fairy tale was now complete. The suite included a large, extravagant room with bedchambers off to either side. There were oversized, ornate chairs and couches, as well as a dining area. The table seemed to continually have food on it, which was still unusual but better than anything they managed. A curious feature in the main room was a sunken area with a huge bath. At least that is what they were told it was; back home, it would have been a small swimming pool. Bathing was apparently a significant social activity in elven life. All in all, it was a strange layout for a room, but it was an elven room in a world not apparently Earth.

The main room was not windowless. In fact, it had a balcony. Her best estimate placed it at about 150 feet above ground level, but it could have been 100 feet or 200 feet. Scarlet had said she hoped the balcony might provide a route of escape for a pair of humans skilled in rock climbing, but the stones in their prison were tightly fit; there were no toe or finger holds.

Standing out on the balcony, Nicolet overlooked a courtyard garden--a park--complete with fountains and a brook. The park--if that's what it was-- filled the space between their gilded jail and an inter-fortress wall complete with turrets and a large, guarded, iron door. Scarlet weighed in this time and guessed the width of the park from their wall to the opposite wall to be about 350 feet. To the right and left, the park disappeared around bends in the walls. The ground sloped gently to the right.

Portions of the outer wall--Nicolet assumed--were visible over the top of the near wall and were some distance off. They had been blindfolded, but based on the smells and sounds, between what must have been the inner and outer walls, there was a village of elves. They were indeed being held in an immense castle complex, and she had no clue as to where the boys might be imprisoned.

One feature that was absolutely bizarre was that there were male elves who tended to their every need. All they had to do was strum one of many mini harp-like instruments scattered in the suite, and they would appear. It was made clear that they were there to provide any service Scarlet or she wished, short of letting them go. This included bathing them, and they were unabashedly told that they also provided sexual services. Other than not providing them their freedom, the one other thing they wouldn't offer was information.

One piece of information they were willing to provide was about the little harps. Scarlet was concerned that all of her conversations with Nicolet were being overheard. The harps were not loud, so someone must have been listening closely. What she was told made it sound like they were more like magical pagers. This did not, however, lessen her concern about being listened to, especially if there was the prospect of magic being involved, which she was starting to accept as a possibility.

Scarlet and Nicolet repeatedly asked the drones about Alan and Sean, but they only said they would have to ask one of the she-elves. When she asked to talk with a female, they received replies of no use. It appeared that these males were only given the most essential information. Scarlet said several times that she was getting so frustrated that she was about to scream and break stuff if someone did not provide answers. Finally, they were told that a high-ranking elf would speak with them the next day.

When the elf who gave them the message left the room, Nicolet said, "Well, finally, we'll get some answers."

"He didn't say that," said Scarlet. "The lacky said we would have a high-ranking visitor. I think the only thing that we can assume is that we will finally meet a female elf. I don't think there are any high-ranking males."

"I don't know if I want to meet a high-ranking female smelling like I do. Do you think we should agree to a bath?"

"You okay with naked elves scrubbing your back?" asked Scarlet. "I was told a bath comes with attendants as well as soap, washcloths, and towels. I'm not sure we have a choice, but we could push for our privacy if it's an issue. The attendants might even be in the tub with us. That's probably the reason we have a swimming pool as opposed to a bathtub."

"Yeah, that fits the situation if you believe the movies about places like this. I guess I'm okay with being bathed. It might be nice. I mean, when in Rome." For some reason, she didn't want to appear prudish in Scarlet's eyes, but truthfully, the idea of being bathed by a strange male, especially an elf with who knows what morals, made her uncomfortable. However, she would be faithful to her word and give it a try--try not to chicken out, that was.

"Okay, let's agree to a bath. I admit a good scrubbing should be quite pleasant. Splashing around in cold streams didn't do it for me. I think I still have mud from the cave in my hair."

"I don't know. That last stream was nice. The water was cool, and then lying naked in the sun drying off was so reenergizing."

"I do believe you are becoming a nudist. You now seem to be adapting to our situation."

"I guess you might be right. I admit I am feeling more comfortable, and it's rather nice not having to worry about what I'm going to wear or about doing laundry. A quick bath in a stream, and that's all the laundry I need to do. I imagine I would feel different in our world. I mean, here it's normal."

"But I hear you say that it's more than just when in Rome?"

"Yeah, sure. But I'm also saying I wouldn't be naked if others were clothed in this crazy place. If this were clothing-optional, I'd probably be wearing clothes. But if everyone is naked, I'm good with it--maybe even enjoying it. What's up with everyone being naked anyway? It's so strange that no one wears clothes. They don't even seem to understand the concept."

"Is it really that strange? I've been thinking about this from a cultural perspective. Anthropologically, we started wearing clothes for protection from the elements and various biota, and we wore them as a status symbol. In prehistoric times, the chiefs were always adorned in the fanciest clothes, while the lowest members of the tribe had few or none. Isn't that the same in our society still? For some reason--magic or whatever--the elements and hurtful bugs and plants are not an issue here. It may be related to the presence of the three suns or a stable climate without significant seasonal fluctuations. That said, I'm not sure why it's flipped, and the lowest members of society are the ones who wear clothes. According to the nymphs, it's to cover their ugliness. The bottom line is that some factor or factors have led us, Earthlings, to become a clothed society. Two hundred years ago on Earth, it wasn't even that way everywhere. Some societies in warm climates lived naked or mostly naked, but now our world has become much more homogenized and conservative when it comes to covering ourselves. Here, the need or want for clothing never happened. Is that surprising? Why go there if you don't need to? It's a bit wasteful and time-consuming. Besides, this is a very different place with some very different rules. Personally, I like it. It's a more natural and comfortable way to live if you ask me."

"Mmm... Yes, I can kind of see that. There is a large part of clothing that is just customary or traditional. Here, the custom didn't develop. And Scarlet, it sounds like you've accepted this is another planet with magic."

"Yeah, I guess I have. That's where the evidence has led me. We have to accept that our Earthly concepts of social relationships are meaningless. I'm sure we will find other customs or standards that are radically different."

"Granted, there are things here much weirder than missing clothes, and not to belabor the point, but there must be some places where clothes are needed for protection."

"Maybe. But maybe clothes aren't the only option if you believe in this magic stuff."

"Do you think sex is one of those different customs or standards?" This was the question she really wanted to ask. She was horny before they entered the cave. Being exposed to the sensations of being naked, not to mention, possibly the best sex of her life so far, kept the need to be eaten out and screwed again constantly in her thoughts.

"It does seem to be freely offered and used. Like nudity, it seems to be no big deal to these people. Even the nymphs were ready to give it up to poor Sean. That was amusing."

"Scarlet?"

"Yes?"

"If that's the case, what about the other services we've been offered?"

"You...Are you seriously suggesting that? Who'd think Nicolet would be thinking about screwing an elf? You're really that desperate? I thought Sean fucked you pretty good after that rat person's berries."

"You don't have to be mean and crude about it. I was just asking. I thought you might want to; that's all. I'm sorry, but Scarlet, I want to ask you another related question?"

"Is it as crazy as that one?"

"I don't think so."

"Okay."

"What did you think of those Ketch Berries? They seemed, hmm, I don't know, useful."

"They're a powerful drug. They would be a huge hit back home, but of course, the feds would make them illegal. Even though there didn't seem to be any bad aftereffects besides sleeping soundly enough that elves could sneak up on you and tie you up. I'd try half that dose for the fun of it."

"But, what do you remember from when you were under the influence?"

"Not as much as I would like. I know that Alan and I had some frenzied sex. I felt pretty sexually satisfied as I woke up. Then I discovered that those fucking elves had us tied up. How about you?"

"I remember watching you and Alan and my getting massively horny."

"You did?"

"You winked at me a couple of times."

"Huh."

"Then I remember being with Sean. We might have had oral sex, both ways, and I think he screwed me, and that I had a huge orgasm. I think it was the best sex I have ever had."

"That's good."

"No... no, it's not, and it is a downside of those berries. I have been wanting a guy to eat me out and to have a big orgasm while being screwed. I've never had those things. Now, I think I have, but I can't remember them clearly. It's so frustrating."

"Oh, Nicolet, I sympathize. I do, but I'm pretty sure the wimpy elves are not the answer for those needs."

"I bet they would eat me out if I asked them to."

"Probably, but the way things are going, I bet something better will come along, and what's wrong with Sean? It seems like he might have learned a thing or two."

"I bet he'll say he doesn't remember any of it."

"Well, for the record, I like my sex, but usually with people I know and trust. I, for one, will not be screwing any elves so long as Alan and Sean are missing and possibly being tortured. Besides, these elves aren't exactly well-endowed, and they don't do anything for me. Too much like little boys. That's just not a fantasy of mine."

"If you put it that way, it would be weird. Do you really think Sean and Alan are being tortured? They're treating us extraordinarily well."

"We're still prisoners, and you heard what that elf who brought us here said. They were going to try to get their answers from the boys first. Then he implied that they would get their answers from us if that didn't work. It sounded very much like an interrogation and probably torture. And there were other implications that torture was in their future."

"Fuck. You're right. I just thought that the boys would be okay based on our treatment. Women, female elves, do appear to rule here and with an iron fist. I, for one, am not opposed to being treated better than men for a change."

"Me neither, Nicolet, me neither."

"Now that I think about it, it does seem that here we're like royalty, and men are trash. It's weird. Weird that while we are being held in luxury, Sean and Alan could be in a dungeon being tortured."

"I hope they are okay, but I'll admit it is a kind of nice feeling that we're the dominant sex for a change. Alan has played at being my slave. That's fun, but it's play. I don't think I would like it for real. In the real world, he treats me like an equal, and that's how I like it. When he doesn't, I let him know it. On the other hand, there are a few stodgy archeologists I would like to have under my whip."

"I'd like to hear about how your slave serves you."

"That might be too much for your innocent ears."

"I'm not that innocent."

"I would need to be very drunk to spill those beans."

"You think they have any wine? That would be nice for our bath."

"Oh, young Nicolet, that's not a bad thought. They must have something to get us tipsy. It wouldn't hurt to ask. And sorry for getting a little testy. I'm quite worried about Alan and Sean."

"Me too, but I think it will turn out okay, so I was sort of putting it to the back of my mind. I wish I knew if that feeling was real or just me being hopeful. Any place but here, I would say that it is just me being hopeful, but there's magic here. Might a gut feeling be something more? It seems possible, but don't ask me to explain that. I just feel like there is something more at play here and that we're still at the beginning of the story. It's too early for any of us to meet our end."

"Hmm. I hope you are right, Nicolet."

"Me too, and I'm sorry if I'm being too nonchalant about our situation. It's weird; I'm usually the one freaking out."

"I hope there is nothing for us to be worried about; let's tell one of our captors that we need a bath. And Nicolet."

"Yes."

"If something doesn't work out for you, maybe I can use this female dominance thing and make Alan my slave again. I could ask him to eat you out... Now you're blushing. You don't have to say anything; I've seen you look at him. You would just have to promise to give him back."

Now that it was offered, she didn't know what to think. It wouldn't be that weird, would it? Dr. Janssen was less than twice her age--maybe. He certainly knows how to do it. She'd seen him in action, but assumed having him do it to her was an impossibility. Damn Scarlet. If she wanted to get her mind off doing it with an elf, she did it.

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Bath time arrived. Two male elves motioned Nicolet and Scarlet to opposite ends of the pool. In Nicolet's assessment, these elves, while only five-foot tall at most, we kind of cute. Apparently, elves assigned to this kind of service were less rough around the edges.

Neither spoke even when Nicolet asked for their names. She just got a hand signal, which she guessed meant that they could not or were not allowed to speak. An elf of no name went right to business, and still not sure of how she felt about the whole elf bathing thing, she had him start with her back. The sponge--if that's what it was--produced a strange, pleasurable sensation as her attendant scrubbed her skin. She wasn't sure how, but she felt her skin as clean as if she had washed it with a washcloth and soap, even when used on her submerged body parts.

With several adjustments in position, her back half was clean, and it was an odd sensation having the pleasant tingle only on one half of her body. She had to let the elf finish his job, which started at her knees, as her feet and shins had been included as part of the backside washing. As the elf's gentle scrubbing reached her pelvis, she directed him away from her pussy to her belly. This had been more or less instinctive, and there was a tingle of regret. Could she reverse his course? She wanted to, but somehow it felt wrong. What would Scarlet say if she let the elf rub her pussy with the magical sponge? Glancing at Scarlet and her elf, there was no way to tell what was going on underwater.

When the sponge--if that's what it was-- went to work on her breasts, it had a curious effect. The tingle, especially around her nipples, stirred her sexually. Not a little bit, but it was all out arousing. She didn't know if it was possible, but it seemed to her that if her elf attendant kept rubbing her nipple with the mysterious bathing implement, she would orgasm. Was this by design? Was the sponge meant to get her aroused, or was it just her response to her pent-up need?

When the attendant moved up her chest toward her shoulders and face, she grabbed his hand and redirected it to the part he had missed. The sensation was no less stimulating than it had been for her nipples. The device had to be more elven magic. Damn, Scarlet, there was no stopping this. When the sponge started to move away, she grabbed the elf's hand and pushed it back hard against her pussy. He understood this signal, seemed to anticipate it, and was obviously practiced in using the sponge to its maximum effect. The fact that she was trying not to show any sign that Scarlet could interpret as her being pleasured added to her arousal--her need to cum--her now desperate need.

About the time the simulation of the sponge plateaued, the elf let it slip away, and his fingers slid into her hole, and he had a dexterity she had not seen in her limited experience. His thumb worked her clit while his fingers worked her hole. It felt like he had worked three of his long, slender fingers into her. This was all being done with one hand, in a way that an outside observer--Scarlet--would not know what was going on by observing the elf. Somehow, he picked up on her desire to be covert. She was, however, losing control of her pleasure and no longer cared. Apparently, these elves were somehow empathic and knew her desires and feelings, and right then, she was on the verge of the orgasm she desperately wanted. She found herself moving he pelvis, urging the elf on--a completely unnecessary act.

The elf's simulations increased in pace and depth; she tensed, her body going rigid, and she went over the edge. She barely held herself above the water as the orgasm subsided and she relaxed. Through the exquisite rapture, she had managed to contain the moan that would have given her away. Damn, how many hundreds of times had she masturbated? Nothing compared to that. Was every orgasm in this world better than on Earth? She still hadn't had a really fantastic orgasm while fucking--at least one she had a clear memory of. That had to be next. God, if she could fuck Alan--Scarlet more or less offered--that would do it. She wanted that cock. Perhaps Scarlet had only offered to have Alan eat her out, but surely going a step further would be much different.

Shit, had Scarlet looked her way, it would have been obvious what was going on. Looking at Scarlet, her elf attendant was working on her back. Was this the first time or the second? Was Scarlet going for a second bathing? Should she also? No, she wouldn't risk giving in a second time, because she would. She was so weak when it came to sex. Jeez, was she a slut or a nympho? No, if she could send the elf away and just relax in the warm water for a bit, she had some sexual self-control. Besides, she wanted to keep an eye on Scarlet. Perhaps Scarlet would give in to these elves' magic. Perhaps she already had and was going for round two. From what she knew of the older woman now, that would be very Scarlet-like, despite her absurd pronouncement that she wouldn't be screwing any elves.

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Finally, near lunchtime on the second full day in their gilded cage, an elf came through the doors. It was a welcome relief. Since the bath, there had been tension in the air, and neither of them had spoken about their bathing experience. The distraction was in the form of the first female they had seen close up, and she was tall--at least a foot taller than the male elves--and regal. She glided over to them and introduced herself.