Alone in the woods

Malene awoke as the sun set in the west alone and bound in a forest clearing. Her hands were bound in front of her. She took a moment to take in the sight of the light colored rope against her dark skin. The rumor was that she had some drow ancestry somewhere and the other elves of the Glade had consistently treated her with disdain for it. Her hair however was a lustrous black, which belied the rumor. Similarly, her eyes were so dark you could barely tell the difference between her iris and pupils. Her body was tight but curvier than the other elves. Her chest was particularly noteworthy and was currently being squeezed obscenely by her bound arms. The boys wouldn’t ever want to be seen with her, but many of them tried to cop a feel in the dark around the campfires. When she’d come of age, even the adults began to lust after her. She’d so far been able to protect her virtue, but that didn’t mean she was a stranger to other forms of pleasure.

Now it was her time to prove herself a full member of the Glade. Waking up in the forest, she knew exactly what was expected of her. She was to make it home from where she’d been abandoned ideally with her virtue intact but primarily unbred by any of the terrors of the forest. Rumor had it that the word had spread of the virgin elves sometimes left in the clearings of the woods and their goal. And it only made them all the more desirable.

Malene sits up and shuffles back into the crook of one of the trees, trying to hide in the growing shadows.