Chapter 5 - Constrained

Later that night, as the fire crackled away, Ulrich got up from his place beside the fire and walked over to Alana, who sat somewhat secluded from the others. The dancing flames threw flickering shapes over her face, as she looked up, watching Ulrich approach.


“So, you know I love you, right?”


Her gaze fell swiftly as she whispered a silent “Yes…”


“You’re probably going to hate me for a while, but in the moments that you don’t… I want you to know, I’m going to save you, ok?”


Alana didn’t respond, watching the flames jumping around each other. 


Ulrich scratched his head, trying to figure out, how exactly, he was going to explain the next bit. He decided not to explain it at all…


“Come with me, ok?” He finally asked, holding out a hand to her. She took it and followed him with a lowered head. He guided her to a tree, a bit farther away from the group and gestured to her to sit down and lean against it.


“I need to keep an eye on you during the night, ok? You know, just in case you have an... episode.”


Alana nodded uncomfortably as she sat on the leaf covered ground. Then she startled, yelling a curse and pulling her hands to her chest.


“What was that?!”


Ulrich squatted down in front of her… ”It’s ok. We’re going to have to tie you up, ok? Just for the night…”


Tears welled up in her eyes. “I… I’ll do my best Ulrich, but please don’t tie me up…”


He kneeled down, putting his arms around her neck, pulling her in tightly, as Merida, pulled Alana’s hands back, tying them around the trunk of the tree. Ulrich felt the pain and guilt rise up in him, as he held her for a while. Finally, she calmed down and leaned back.
Merida rounded the tree and kneeled beside Ulrich.


“It will be alright Alana. We’ve had hundreds of women suffering from the same… ailment.” Turning to Ulrich she asked. “So… where’s this item you spoke of earlier?”


Ulrich pulled up Alana’s dress, careful not to reveal too much, as he exposed the leather bracelet.


“You’ve tried cutting it? Tearing it?” She touched Alana’s thigh, gently trying to pull on leather.


“It won’t give.”


And so, Merida and Ulrich decided to watch Alana in shifts throughout the night. If her leg brace would move, they would try and catch it, before it finished its task. As the noises quieted down and many of the travelers fell into an exhausted slumber, Ulrich prepared his blanket and coat, giving Merida the first watch. 
It felt like he had only closed his eyes, when he awoke to the cursing of the priestess.


"Shit…" " Ulrich…"


Ulrich sat up, forcing his clouded mind back from the realm of dreams, as he saw Alana writhing, turning her hips. Beside her sat Merida, trying to grab the leg brace that had come alive. Ulrich jumped to her side, just as one coil began separating from the braided bunch. Together they began pulling on it, but to no avail. With a wet thump, it darted between her legs. There was no time to think. Ulrich was about to pull her dress up, as Merida grabbed a little flask on her belt. As she dropped the liquid contents on the brace, smoke arose to the sound of an acidic sizzle. The outstretched tendril recoiled immediately, banishing all life from it. Ulrich was about to celebrate, as Alana’s shallow breathing stopped and she looked at the two.


“No… Noo…no,no,no… Please…” Alana whimpered with a begging tone.


“It’ll be fine Alana, you’ll see…” Merida said gently, laying a hand on her shoulder, as a switch flicked over Alana’s eyes.


“No… It won’t!”, she cocked her head in a sudden and vile change of nature and hissed: “You want to fuck me, don’t you priestess?”


Merida blushed and retreated from her scrutinizing gaze.


“No… I’m just here to-”


“You can touch me, if you want. Come here.”


Merida swallowed “I’m going to… uhm…”, she didn’t finish the sentence, as she got up and walked away.


Alana shifted her head, acknowledging Ulrich standing beside her.
“Come on Ulrich. I know you want me… You acted all spooked last time, but you were rock hard the second you saw my body…”


With guilt, Ulrich felt his dick harden at the lustful undertone in her voice.


“Just come here, it won’t take long… I’m so fucking wet, I feel like I’m going to come if you just touch my clit…”
She moved her hips suggestively. Ulrich did not respond but couldn’t quite take his eyes off her either.


“Just a finger…”


Ulrich was glad that the past events had steeled his heart. He felt the temptation grow within him. And yet, he remained where he was.


“I can suck your dick if you want…”


Ulrich didn’t move a muscle. Watching her with sad eyes…


“Fuck my face. Let them watch.”


Ulrich heard steps behind him and turned around, expecting Merida to have returned. It was not the priest. Instead, he recognized one of the ragged miners in the group step past them. With a shock, Ulrich realized the danger they were in, if he noticed Alana’s… predicament.


“Hey, Alana-” He began in an effort to distract her.


“Hey! Where are you going?” Alana asked in a sweet voice, her head turned to face the man.


“Alana… fucking stop it. You don’t know what you’re doing” Ulrich hissed with growing panic.


“Goin for a piss…” A sleepy voice grumbled over to them.


“Alana, shut u-”


“Come have it here…” She said seductively…


“SHUT UP ALANA!”


“What the fuck…?” The raspy voice toned out of the dark again.


“I want to see your dick…” Alana breathed, just loud enough for the miner to hear it.


Ulrich dropped his head in desperation, as he heard the man treading out of the shadows. He heard him give a lustful hum, as he stepped closer and saw Alana. Ulrich jumped to his feet, approaching the man with an outstretched hand.


“She’s … sick. Just go away please, she doesn’t know what she’s saying…”


The man stepped towards Ulrich, who had placed himself between him and Alana. He was scruffy, probably in his mid-fifties, dark oily hair covering his scalp, his face hidden by a thick beard. He eyed Ulrich for a second, then, ignoring him, said to Alana:


“You’re a pretty lass. Far be it from me to hide my cock from you, love. Not sure if your boyfriend likes the idea…” he chuckled. 


“Whatever. He doesn’t want to touch me. He’s tied me up here after all.” she responded coquettishly.


“Now that’s not very nice, isn’t it…” he growled, a dangerous playfulness edging in his voice.


“Just go man…” Ulrich said. 


“I don’t think so boy. I haven’t had a woman in ages. Not going to pass up on this…”


With a powerful shove, he pushed Ulrich to the ground. When Ulrich turned around, pushing himself to all fours, he watched the man drop his trousers, facing Alana. Rage and desperation grabbed hold of him, as he realized what he had done to Alana. In his vain efforts to protect her, he had exposed her. He wanted to scream, as he gathered himself, determined to bring an end to this situation. Whatever it took…


“Mmmh… That’s quite the body you got there… Let me see up close…”


Ulrich jumped up, lunging at the dirty miner. For a second, he thought he was going to pull him to the ground. But after a brief struggle, the man managed to push him away, followed up by a thundering right hook. Dazed, Ulrich went to the ground again, seeing stars. With effort, he tried orienting himself, feeling the ground around him to confirm that he was indeed conscious, calibrating his sense of up and down. 


It had all gone so wrong. It kept going wrong. Was he too weak to protect her? Was she doomed?


“My, that’s a fat cock. I wonder how it tastes…”, he distantly heard Alana's voice from the side. 


Then, the sound of wet slurping drifted over, as a hungry groan erupted from the man. Ulrich rolled over just to watch the outline of the filthy miner, thrusting his hips into Alana’s head. Behind the gurgling wetness of the cock in her mouth, he heard Alana’s deeply lustful moans. Seconds later, he heard the guy’s moaning intensify, as his hips thrust faster and faster into her mouth. As Ulrich staggered towards him, he halted his thrusts, legs shaking as he breathed a long sigh, followed by the sound of Alana’s gulping, as she swallowed his cum. Grinning, he recovered his dripping cock from her lips, as he turned around to Ulrich…


“Man… why the fuck do you say no to that. You a fag?”


Ulrich’s face was distorted in a hateful snarl, as he hit the man right between his pig-like little eyes. 


“A good sucking and a fight!” The half-naked miner roared as he tumbled backwards, reeling slightly from the blow. “I haven't even had time to go limp yet, boy. Your girl sucked me so well, I might have a second go after I’m done with you.”


Ulrich made ready to hit him a second time, but his opponent was evidently more experienced in this sort of altercation. He took an evading to the side, letting Ulrich’s fist fly through the air and throwing him off balance. As Ulrich tried to catch himself, another thundering fist hit him in the side of the head. Again, Ulrich took a face-first dive into the damp dirt.


“I’m so wet…” he heard Alana mutter. This time it took Ulrich longer to get up. Too long. As his absent senses gathered themselves, somewhere, still far away, he watched the hairy traveler in a daze. Where was the priest? Where were his knives? Why hadn’t he seen this coming?


“Please… My pussy… make me cum… fuck me… touch me… it doesn’t matter, do whatever you like, just make me cum.”


Ulrich began standing back up in a daze, as he watched the kneeling figure pulling up Alana’s dress. 


“What a lucky night…” Ulrich heard him groan, as he stared between Alana’s legs. With trembling fingers, he reached out, stroking her between her legs. Her dripping lust immediately coated his fingers.


“By Ursus, you’re in heat, aren’t you…”


Alana had stopped speaking and began whimpering in feral arousal.


“Well, I can help with that…”


Ulrich had almost reached the tree that Alana was tied on, realizing the man had sat down, his legs bent, leaning back on his hands as he scooted his hard cock towards Alana’s spread legs.


As Ulrich was about to throw himself on him, the man stopped and pulled out a short knife from his vest and held it to Alana’s throat. 


“Don’t even try it, boy. I’ll cut the bitches throat, cut you up and fuck her afterwards, if I have too. You’re not going to stop this.”


Ulrich fell to his knees, watching how the man leaned back again, pushing his hips closer to Alana’s, placing his feet on either side of her back. Checking, if Ulrich had given up his futile attack, he scooted his hairy ass the final few inches to Alana’s opened legs. Taking his filthy fat cock, he angled it down, letting it glide over Alana’s dripping wet lips. She quivered, as she watched, her chest rising and falling quickly.


“If you fuck her, you’ll condemn her to a worse fate than you could imagine. You don’t want to do this…” Ulrich’s desperation had taken hold of his voice…


The man ignored him, using the head of his cock to open Alana’s folds, while she started moaning in pleasure. Accompanied by the noises of her dripping arousal, he began pushing his shaft into her with trembling thrusts, her inner lips gripping his girth tight. In combined ecstasy, they moaned, as he slid in and out of her hypersensitive hole.
Then, to Ulrichs shock and surprise, he saw something change in her manner. Instead of the horny moaning and groaning, she began convulsing, throwing her head back, her eyes rolling into her head.


“Fuck, you really needed it, huh” he grimaced between shortened breaths.


But Ulrich watched quietly, as he saw the leather tendril snake up her sweaty thigh.
Suddenly, a deafening scream echoed through the forest, as the dirty miner propelled himself backwards, his hands covering his mangled dick, blood leaking out through his fingers.
Disgusted, Ulrich had watched how her little item had drilled itself in her pussy once again, it's dark magic ignoring the dick which was already buried in her.


“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” He howled, panic and pain dripping from his voice.


Ulrich was between her legs, pulling out the dark intruder, in the midst of what he recognized as her approaching orgasm. It barely moved… After a particularly hard pull, his hands slipped and he landed on his butt. But when he got up, he felt the cold touch of metal underneath one of his hands… The flask with Shalia’s water… With shaking hands, he undid the opening, pouring drops of water on the cursed brace, causing it to curl up, once again morphing into a harmless leather band, innocently wrapped around her upper thigh.


Alana returned quickly as usual. With shallow breaths, she began whimpering, tears running down her face.


“Please Ulrich… please, please… It hurts. I’m almost there… I beg you, just release me. Touch me. PLEASE…”


She tried scooting her dripping pussy closer to him but was restricted by her constraints. Ulrich stepped to her, pulling her dress down, covering her up.
Alana was reduced to a shaking, shivering mess as Ulrich turned around to see what had become of the assailant. He saw him in the distance, fleeing into the darkness of the forest as other members of the traveling group approached sleepily, seeing what the commotion had been all about.


“What happened?” he heard Merida ask from the side.


“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” he screamed at the priestess, unable to hold back his emotions.


“There are other wounded people here too, you know… I came when I heard her scream…” she said quietly, not able to fully hide the guilt in her words.


Ulrich sat down, his head on his knees.


“Did we fail?” Merida asked quietly.


“I don’t think so. She didn’t cum…”


He looked over Alana, who was still crying and shivering, but slowly quieting down. In that moment, his rising hope had been dashed and withered, as he feared that he hadn’t the strength or the tools to save Alana from her fate.

