Captured!

Adam wakes up. His head hurts and he feels a little cold and sick. His arm is numb, no doubt because he has been lying on it, and there is a sodden cloth gag in his mouth. The air smells damp.

He looks around. He's in a wooden shack of some kind. The wood is dark and splintered with age and hung with animal skins. He sees Nathalie, bound, tightly gagged and lying with her eyes closed.

They twitch. She's faking, he thinks. But he doesn't call out.

He rolls over and finds that his wrists and ankles are bound tightly with wire. He strains against it briefly but it is tough and tight and his efforts come to nothing.

He is in the process of rolling towards the wooden door when it opens and Jen comes in. She looks even younger in this light, a slender slip of a girl in a thin black robe.

She's carrying a bowl of iced water which, after a brief, cold smile to Alex, she empties over Nathalie.

Nathalie sits up like a rocket, muffled indignation coming through her gag, eyes wide and curly hair damped down and plastered to her face. Jen laughs.

"Not a nice way to wake up, is it bitch?"

Nathalie glares at her. Jen casts her eyes over Nathalie's wet t-shirt and tight black leggings admiringly.

"You know, in this light you could pass for attractive," she says, and then kneels down at Nathalie's head. "And I wouldn't worry about your wet clothes too much. I have the feeling those leggings are going to be down around your ankles in the near future, don't you? And I don't see that t-shirt staying on long either."

Nathalie glares at her.

Jen gives Alex a conspiratorial glance and smirks. "Just think," she whispers audibly to Nathalie. "If you were any better at tying knots, I'd still be your prisoner... and you wouldn't be so completely fucked."

Then she slowly reaches down and slides her hand into Nathalie's leggings. Nathalie's muffled cries in her gag are helpless as Jen's hand explores between her legs.

And then, slowly, Jen's hand begins to move rhythmically.

"Oh girl," Jen breathes. "That's such a big clit you've got there. Aw, are you getting wet? You naughty girl!" Nathalie thrashes but Jen keeps her hand in place, grinning, keeping the pressure on. "You like being my prisoner, don't you? It turns you on."

The door opens again and another figure enters. Jen stands up immediately, hiding her wet fingers behind her back. This witch is very different - short and fat, with unkempt grey hair and a beard, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. His face bears the wrinkles of late middle-age but his eyes are sharp and cunning.

Jen bows her head and steps back, although Alex notices that there's nothing genuinely submissive about the look on her face.

Nathalie's eyes widen at the sight of the newcomer and she makes indistinguishable noises into her gag.

"Nathalie Chapman," the man growls in a deep, bearish voice. "When I heard there were visitors at the Chapman Cabin I hoped it might be you." He looks at her young, bound body and licks his lips.

Jen frowns. "You know her, master?"

"Well, her mother, really. Lady Chapman was always an enemy of ours. She tried driving us out of the wood many times when she was younger."

Nathalie glares at him.

"I never got to fuck the mother sadly. But the daughter, now...."

The man smiles, then looks briefly at Alex. "I need him. Bring him to the Chambers."

Jen looks surprised, then nods.