Taken by the Witch

Luca was going to die. He just knew it. The gang of crazy farming rednecks surrounded him, beating the shit out of him. Pain lanced through his body and he curled up in a ball, trying to shield himself with his hands.

And then the beating stopped. There was a silent explosion that knocked the wind out of him. He took a moment to catch his breath before lifting his head up. "What the hell?" he whispered.

His attackers were all knocked unconscious around him.

Luca tried to stand but the pain was too much and his body was too heavy. He groaned.

"Don't bother trying to stand. You're too injured," said a cold female voice.

He looked around but didn't see anyone. "Who's there?" he asked, tensing up. Had this stranger saved him only to use him for her own torture?

A woman stepped out from behind a dilapidated building. She was gorgeous. Tall and clad in black satin that accentuated her curves. He wished he felt well enough to kneel in front of her because without a doubt she was a queen and one he would forever be grateful to serve.

"Why were they beating you?" the woman asked.

"We had a difference in opinion," Luca said, struggling to move to a sitting position. "The leader thought it was okay to flip women's skirts up in the marketplace and I thought he should get punched in the face for doing so. I didn't know he had friends with him."

The woman came over and knelt beside him. She was still a couple inches taller than him and he had to look up at her expressionless face. Being so close to a woman like herself, he felt ashamed of his tattered appearance, even more tattered after those barbarians ripped his clothes off and pounded him into the dirt. As if he wasn't already aware of how inferior he was to her.

"If you had known he had friends with him, would you have simply let him continue assaulting young women?"

"I suppose not." He wasn't a hero by any means. If he was, he wouldn't have gotten nearly beaten to death. But assholes thinking they could torment innocents angered him beyond reason.

"You were badly injured, but nothing that can't be fixed." Green light started to spill from her hands and floated to Luca's body. He tensed up but couldn't move. He was entirely as her mercy. Her magic splashed over him like warm water, soothing his sore muscles and healing his wounds. Not only did he feel healed, but like he had just had a warm bath after a full night's sleep. He looked down to find his clothes repaired and cleaned as well. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered in awe.

The woman smiled slightly. "What should I call you?"

"My name is Luca, Mistress. But you can call me whatever you like." He bowed his head.

She chuckled slightly but without warmth. "Luca will do fine. I am Helena."

Helena. Somehow the name suited her. It was as formidable and beautiful as she was herself. But Luca couldn't bring himself to say it. How dare he address her as an equal when nothing could be further from the truth?

"I am at your disposal, Mistress." He bowed as low as he could.

She arched an eyebrow. "That was fast. I expected some more negotiations about pay or accommodations."

"You saved my life, Mistress. I'll forever be in your debt. I have no family or prior commitments. I work odd jobs to survive. There is no reason for me to negotiate." He couldn't look at her. Would she reject him now that she knew how useless he was?

But instead she smiled. "Good," she said. "That's exactly what I need. Come along, Luca."

He stood up and followed her without hesitation. How could he not follow her after she saved his life? He would do anything for her.

Helena led him out of the village outskirts, where he had been attacked, and into the nearby woods. Luca shivered as they went. He had never been this far into the enchanted woods before. Everyone knew it was full of evil demons and monsters. Humans who tried to explore it never came out alive.

The woman in front of him snapped her fingers and a wool coat covered him. She must have taken his shivering for something else. Luca relaxed. His mistress belonged in the woods. She would protect him. He was sure of that.

They stopped at a clearing in the woods surrounded almost on all sides by trees and thick vines weaving together to create almost a building. The vines behind Luca closed off the opening in the clearing.

A throne appeared in the middle of the clearing and Helena sat down. Luca knelt at her feet. He kept his head bowed, wanting to show her complete respect.

"You can look at me, Luca. I'm not some tyrannical slave master."

"Forgive me, Mistress," he said, looking up at her.

"I hope in time you'll learn to speak freely with me, Luca. What I need you for requires you to be comfortable around me."

The idea of treating his savior as an equal made him shudder slightly. But he was curious about what she would need a lowly scavenger like him for. "Forgive me, Mistress, but what do you need me for?"

"Later. Right now, you must be hungry." She snapped her fingers and a plate of bread, fresh fruits, and meat appeared before him along with a glass of water. "Eat up. You look like you haven't had a proper meal in days."

Luca's eyes widened at the bounty before him. If this is what she considered a proper meal then he never had one. Usually he worked for scraps of meat and stale bread. During hard times he would steal vegetables out of the ground in farms or trap and roast small rodents. His stomach rumbled at the sight and smell of fresh bread and meat. But he hesitated and looked up at Helena. "Would you like some, Mistress?"

Surprise flickered on her face and her lips formed the smallest of smiles. "No, my pet. That is all for you."

He smiled at her pet name. For some reason it soothed him. "Thank you, Mistress." He dug into his food, feeling more sated than he ever had in his life. He ate so much that his stomach actually bulged slightly out of his scrawny frame. His eyelids felt heavy from all the food, but he kept them open. He wouldn't sleep, not as long as his mistress needed him.

Maleficent seemed to realize this. "Do you have a bed to sleep in, my pet?"

"No, Mistress," he said. "But I don't need one. I'm used to sleeping on the ground."

She furrowed her brow. "Not even a sleeping mat?"

"I used to have one of those," he said. "But last year I traded it for some meat."

"What do you do in the winter?"

"Many people are willing to let me sleep in their stables in exchange for some work. If not that, then they give me blankets and warm socks." And if he didn't get those, he stole firewood from sheds and clothes off lines. He survived, though.

Sadness touched Helena's features. Luca clenched his jaw. "I don't want your pity, Mistress. I make do and I get by."

She laughed mirthlessly. "I pity no one. For what I need you for, you will have to be well-rested."

She waved her hand and a small cottage appeared. Well, cottage was a generous term for it. It looked like it held one room and a small one at that. But it was cheerful enough with curtained windows and a smoking chimney that promised a warm fire within. There was only one problem. It was deadbolted from the outside.

"Let's get one thing clear, Luca. You are a guest in my forest and if you want to remain welcome here you need to behave. I will happily provide you a place to sleep but as soon as you go into the room, you will be locked in until morning. I don't want you getting any nefarious ideas about what you could do to me while I sleep."

Irritation rose up in him at the implication. As if he would ever harm her. But he brushed the negative feeling away. She must have her reasons. He would sleep in a cage if she desired it.

"I understand, Mistress," he said. "I will do as you say."

The corners of her mouth turned upwards. "Good little pet. Sleep now. I'll discuss business with you in the morning."

Luca went into the little cottage and heard the deadbolt shut behind him. Normally he would test the windows and even the door for weaknesses to map out an escape but he had a feeling the deadbolt was purely symbolic. Helena manifested the room out of thin air. Surely her magic was more than capable of keeping him contained as long as she wanted.

In the room was indeed a cozy little fire and a small, soft rug on the floor. There was a small bed covered in a soft down pillow and a warm and cozy patchwork quilt. By far the most luxurious room he had ever been in. Helena was so generous to let him stay here. His freedom seemed like a small price to pay for not fighting for survival for one night. A very small price. He just couldn't understand what he could possibly offer her. She went through all the trouble of saving him, feeding him, and even giving him a place to sleep. He hated the thought of letting her down the next day.

***

The next morning, Luca dressed and opened the cottage door. Outside, he was greeted by Helena and a table set for two with a large breakfast feast. His mouth watered at the sight of it. Helena was sitting in one of the chairs. She gave him a hint of her cold smile. "Good morning, Luca," she said. "Sit down, please. Help yourself."

Luca sat down and quickly started helping himself to food. It tasted as amazing as it looked. "Thank you, Mistress," he said.

She sipped a cup of tea. "Don't thank me yet. You don't know what I want you for."

He looked up at her but said nothing.

"What? You're not in the least bit curious with what I would want from you?" She arched an eyebrow.

"I am, Mistress. But I know you will tell me when you wish. I don't want to pry."

She smiled. "You are a very polite little pet. I'm sure we will have a lot of fun together."

"Mistress?" He had no idea what she could mean by that.

"What I want you for is of a personal nature. More specifically, I want to use you for my own personal desires. Are you willing to be used by me, my pet?"

He was more than willing. "I'd do anything for you, Mistress."

She smiled at him. "Good little pet. Come over here and get on your knees."

Luca obeyed. He walked over slowly and kept his head down as a sign of submission before kneeling at her feet.

Helena ran her fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes. The simple touch made his entire body relax.

"Clasp your elbows behind your back."

As soon as he complied, ropes appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around his arms, binding them completely. Luca tensed but willed himself not to struggle. Helena had told him she wouldn't hurt him. Even if she lied, he was powerless against her, so there was no point in resisting.

"I'm going to use you, my pet," she purred as she leaned forward to look at him. "It's been a long time since I've been satisfied but I'm going to use your body until I am."

Luca shivered and felt his cock grow hard at the suggestion. He was happy to give her what she wanted. More than happy.

Helena slowly lifted up her long, black skirt to reveal long, shapely legs. She spread those legs to reveal her bare slit. Luca groaned softly at the sight of it. She suddenly gripped his hair and pulled his face forward, pressing it against her pussy.

Luca breathed in the sweet scent of her as he licked her. She kept her hand on the back of his head, trapping him in between her legs as he pleasured her, flicking his tongue over her clit. Helena let out a small noise of pleasure, encouraging Luca to continue. He thrust his tongue into her and she pressed his face harder into her.

"That's a good little pet," she breathed.

Luca continued fucking her with her mouth as Helena's breathing got heavier from arousal. Then she pulled his head away and pushed him flat onto his face, on the ground.

Helena snapped her fingers and Luca's clothes disappeared. He shivered as the air hit his skin and he blushed and turned away as she examined him. Even though he was feeling stronger and more alert after two big meals, he was still thin after a lifetime of working for scraps. His pale skin was covered in scars and the only reason why he wasn't also covered in bruises was because of her healing magic the day before. He didn't want to see the disappointment on his mistress's face when she realized he was built for labor and not pleasure.

Helena dropped her knees and straddled him across his waist. She ran a finger down his chest. "Such a handsome little pet," she said. "The things I will do to you."

He looked at her with surprise. She wasn't disappointed. In fact, she was looking at him with a predatory look. Her eyes were darkened with lust as she stared down at him. His cock hardened even more from her look and it began aching with the need to be touched.

Helena ran her hands over his chest, her fingernails lightly grazing his skin, making him shiver with pleasure. Helena smiled and leaned down to kiss him. Her lips met his and he groaned. It felt so good to be kissed by his mistress. He didn't deserve it, not by a long shot. But it was okay as long as it pleased her. Anything was all right as long as she was pleased.

She nipped at his bottom lip and he gasped as a shock of pleasure ran through her. God, that felt so good. She felt good.

Helena trailed scorching kisses down his face to his neck where she licked his skin, making him gasp again. "You like this, don't you, little pet?"

"Yes, Mistress," he gasped. "God, yes."

"Good little pet." She smiled and then reached down between them and grabbed his hard cock. She stroked it a few times, spreading his precum all over it. Luca closed his eyes and forced himself to keep from coming. She had to get her pleasure before he did.

Helena lifted her skirt up, revealing her pussy to him as she lifted herself onto her knees and lowered herself onto his cock. Luca was immediately enveloped in her warmth and he cried out in pleasure as her pussy tightened around him.

Helena ground her hips against him as she fucked him, panting harder and harder. "Good little pet," she said as she moved against his cock. "Stay still and let your mistress fuck you."

Luca had no choice to obey. Not that he minded. Being fucked by this beautiful witch was heaven to him. Complete, absolute heaven.

Suddenly she cried out and her pussy pulsated around him as she came. Luca's eyes flickered open so he could watch her as she rode her orgasm. Her face lit up in pleasure, her mouth slightly open and her eyes were closed. He smiled, loving that he made her feel that way.

Slowly her eyes opened and she smiled at him. "Thank you, my pet. Time for you to get your reward." She yanked back his hair suddenly and kissed him possessively, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth.

Luca couldn't hold back his orgasm anymore. He groaned and came inside of her. After the orgasm subsided, he couldn't help but lie there, breathing hard. It was more amazing than anything he had ever felt before.

Helena snapped her fingers and the ropes on his arms disappeared. Luca unclasped his elbows and rubbed his wrists, working feeling back into them. "Thank you, Mistress," he said.

"Of course, my pet. You were very good." She lied down next to him and started running her fingers through his hair. Luca closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of it. He felt safe and secure in his mistress's arms.

She seemed content to just play with his hair so Luca just put an arm around her waist and closed his eyes, feeling safe and protected for the first time in his life.