The Saddle

Piper's head bobbed as something bounced between her legs. The smells of earth, leather, and horse filled her nostrils. With a moan, she opened her eyes to find her hands bound tightly with white rope in her lap. Her eyes widened and she jerked her head up with a gasp.

Hands gripped her upper arms.

"Relax, princess," a man growled at her ear.

Piper blinked hard, clearing the tears from her eyes in order to better see her surroundings. Like a blur, the sun cascaded through green canopies, branches shadowed a white mane, and the brown dirt of the road drifted beneath her. Birds chirped, metal jangled, and leather squeaked.

"What..." Piper mumbled. The ears of a horse flicked in front of her and the memory of her toppled carriage came back in a rush. She struggled with her bindings.

"I said, relax," the man said, pushing Piper's hands back down in front of her, "we have a long road ahead of us."

"You!" Piper said, her heart pounded as the rolling images of her memory continued to emerge from the fog of her mind: a flashing dagger tore through the canvas of the coach's roof with a horrible ripping sound that seemed to radiate through every nerve of Piper's body. Light blasted through the ragged gash like a platinum flame striking through the dark. Piper winced as two more slashes tore through the coach. She slowly unclenched her eyes to find a single eye peering through the triangular opening of the fissure. Piper swallowed, "you were the one that attacked my carriage! What... I must have... you must have knocked me unconscious."

"You fainted," the man said.

"Where are you taking me?" Piper wet her lips, "let me go this instant, I am the Daughter of the Green Lion, the Princess of Loch Veridian! I can understand if you didn't know this because I'm wearing my riding gear, but if you free me now, I'll be sure that my knights spare you when they find me." She pushed herself up on the horn of the saddle and turned her head to glare at him.

A chuckle clicked deeply in his throat once. His blue eyes watched her, unimpressed with Piper's ultimatum. The horse stepped unevenly at the bottom of a hill and the saddle shifted. Piper yelped as she felt herself losing her balance. The man gripped her shoulder and pushed her back down into the saddle. Piper could feel the sturdiness of his silver chest armor against the edges of her shoulder blades.

"Enough," her kidnapper said, "relax and enjoy the ride."

She blushed and slowly lifted her bound hands. A thread of gold twisted between the bleached hemp, catching small circles of shifting light and glinting beneath the shade of the dappled canopy above. Piper ogled the rope. It was expertly woven around her wrists and between her arms. She struggled with them. They were just tight enough that she couldn't undo them, but loose enough that the cord didn't dig into her flesh. With a small huff, Piper tried to slip her wrists free.

"You're wasting your time," the man said, "I'm sure you'll never take those off now."

"What are you after?" Piper asked, dropping her hands, "money? Power? My father can make you rich and powerful. I'm sure even a heathen like you has heard of him, the striped beard of house Veridian. He'd do anything to have me back: untouched."

The man chuckled in his throat again.

"You're not after power or money?" Piper froze. She became hyper aware of his body pressing against hers in the strange saddle. The bottom of her thighs rested against the tops of his. A chill ran up her spine when she thought she felt something hard digging into the flesh just above her tail bone.

"Hmm?" the man mused, leaning slightly forwards so the hard rod pressed deeper into Piper's back, "you think of something else I might want instead?"

She gulped, wrapped her hands around the horn of the saddle and shifted herself further forward. As she slid up the curve of the seat, ribbed undulations in the leather rubbed between the groove of her crotch. She ventured a glance down at the pearly saddle to discover extra pillows of padding sown into the leather where she sat. The tiny, raised bumps in the seat resembled the pattern of a flattened pine cone and radiated out directly from where she sat in the front portion of the seat.

Her kidnapper caught her by her left hip with his hand again and yanked her back down the wavy ridges. She felt every rounded furrow tumble pleasantly between her legs like a cascade of low dunes running through a valley. At her back, Piper sensed the shaft dig deeper between the cleft of her buttocks and probe further into the soft muscle just above her tailbone.

"Knock it off," the man said, "are you nuts? You'll fall from the horse."

Try as she might, Piper couldn't stop herself from imagining the shape and terrifying girth of the hard shaft and bulbous head embedded in the small of her back. Soon the meat of the thing throbbed and pulsed in the depths of her mind like a giant hungry eye consuming her thoughts. Plunging through the halls of her head like a battering ram, the vision of the polished purple and bruised head crashed against her pearly gates. Her breath quickened. Piper groaned, shifting uncomfortably in the saddle, also bothered by the bottom of her legs touching his. Letting out an anguished breath, she inspected the horizon of trees, trying to shift her focus onto her surroundings.

"I don't recognize this path," Piper mumbled to herself.

"I'm not surprised," the man said, "only a single horse can navigate such a narrow path through the forest." He leaned down next to Piper's ear and she felt the stubble of his cheek scratch along its rim, "much too narrow for your carriage, princess. Much too narrow even for your knights and lances should they come looking for you."

His hot breath tinged with notes of clove sent a shiver down Piper's neck and her nostrils flared. She tilted her hips forward, trying to edge away from the hardness poking into her. The leather humps of the seat dug into the slippery silk of her riding trousers and vibrated beneath her as the horse trotted up a winding hill.

It was a rich green hill draped in a carpet of dewy moss. Orange mushrooms with purple caps dwelt in dark crevices and curved out into freckles of sunlight where they glistened and dripped. The smell of the disturbed moss churned by the horse's hooves was strong like sopping, pungent earth. Piper whipped her head around, trying to figure out which direction the sun was shining through the trees, hoping to at least gain her bearings. A drop of water from a branch above splashed in the center of her brow. Piper flinched and rubbed at the wet grooves between her eyebrows with two fingers.

The horse squeezed along the path between two birch trees. The stature of the horse impressed Piper. She guessed the size must have been around twenty hands. It bore them both with ease and was well bred and lusty. Possibly more well bred than any horse she had ever ridden atop before. Piper studied the head of the horse bobbing as it trudged up the hill. Normally, a horse this size would have been too intimidating for her to attempt to mount. Memories of a chalky stallion rearing above her against the sun and a thin line of blood on cotton flashed through her head. She shook her head furiously.

"Where are you taking me?" Piper demanded.

"Does it matter?" The man asked. He draped his arms in front of Piper in order to better grip the reigns. His hands pressed against Piper's navel and scooped her further into his lap. He gripped the reigns firmly, gave them some slack, and squeezed his legs into the horse's ribs. With a powerful snort, the horse picked up speed and the rocking of Piper's rear against the hardness behind her intensified. She frowned and blushed with shame, her thighs bouncing atop his. The blood rushed into her ears and burned where his stubble had tickled. She shook her head, swallowed, and swiped the flyaways out of her face with both her hands.

The horse bound through the woods and the kidnapper's hardness knocked against her back. The horrible thing grew again in her mind like a nasty, pulsing, throbbing lump of molten slag until it became too much and Piper struggled. She used her legs to try and throw her weight to the left, hoping to toss herself from the back of the horse.

The man grunted as he caught her by the collar of her blouse. He pulled on the reigns and the horse's head twisted towards itself. It skidded to stop with a neigh and a snort. Piper screamed as she fought against his attempts to subdue her. The horse turned in a tight circle.

"Enough!" Her kidnapper growled, reaching a hand down behind Piper's back and tugging on the hard shaft.

Piper froze as she felt the dull side of a curved dagger press against her throat. It dug into her wind pipe, crushing her scream into a muted hack.

"I will kill you," the man said, "if you become too much of a nuisance, I will not hesitate to jam this dagger straight into your breast. Now, be a good girl and stop hassling me. Do you understand?" He yanked on the blade.

It pressed deeply into Piper's neck and forced her head into his chest. She nodded with wide eyes up into his. His blue eyes were cold and sharp as they peered down at her.

The man dropped the knife and slipped it back into its sheath. Piper felt the hardness of the hilt pressing into her lower back again. She dropped her head and brought her hands up to her throat, massaging where the back of the blade had dug into her flesh. Piper tested a swallow and winced.

As the horse trotted through the sleepy woods, Piper bit her tongue in silence. The pain in her neck eventually dulled and the rocking of the saddle throbbed between her legs. A button of cushioned leather drove back and forth up the heated trench of her silk trousers. Piper found the haze of the summer woods and the pleasant motions of the horse melting away her terror. Despite the man's arms placed firmly against her hips in order to stop her from moving, his hands in her lap expertly manipulated the reigns, guiding the horse here and there around certain trees. With jerks of his wrist, tugs with his fists, and squeezes of his legs, all of which Piper felt in her lap, he kept the horse on the small path that swerved through the woods.

She found herself dozing once or twice with her back against her kidnapper before awaking with a start and shifting herself in the saddle against his hands. Piper studied the construction of the saddle; the smooth softness of the leather as it bounced between her thighs intrigued her. She ran a finger along the stitching and found the unique construction to be of the top most quality. She lifted the finger to her nose and inhaled the earthy tones of the leather. The peculiar treatment of the leather, which made it supple, slick, and extra cushioned, reminded her of her own saddle. Piper's cheeks flushed as she felt the vibrations at the base of her spine and the sensation of her rear pushing into the hardness of the man's dagger behind her. She swallowed and let the tension out of her body, setting herself loose to the whims of the movement of the man and horse as they rocked her across the earth atop the strange, ribbed saddle.

Piper let her head drop forward and used her bound hands, pretending to swipe the hair out of her face but desperately trying to hide her flushed cheeks. A throbbing pleasure radiated from her inner thighs, vibrated down into the curling toes in her riding boots, and pulsed back up her thighs again. Piper's silk cleft which rubbed against the devious curve of the saddle, thrummed with every nuanced movement of the horse and Piper felt her desire grow gooey against the leather.

Piper lifted her head suddenly as a terrible heat that made every step of the horse thump through her body like a sensual pulse overran her senses.

"You drugged me!" Piper yelped.

"Nonsense," the man said, "I didn't do anything to you."

"You did! I feel ex--" Piper jerked her head back as the kidnapper forcibly shoved one of Piper's own dainty riding gloves into her mouth.

"Now shut up or I'll waste you out here. I'll strip your body bare and leave you to rot," he growled angrily into her ear, gripping her chin and squeezing her glove-filled cheeks until the silk fringe tickled her uvula, forcing her to scrunch her eyes and gag.

He released her chin. She breathed heavily through her nose trying to compensate for the blocked airway where her glove clogged her mouth. She felt her saliva dripping into her dirty glove and gave one muffled whine.

Piper was quiet again for another half mile. She knit her brow and squirmed her hips just enough to make a jolt of bliss run from her lap into the back of her eyes. She swallowed and cringed from the salty flavors of her glove mingled with the sweat from her kidnapper's fingers. She felt herself squish ever so slightly against the ribbed seat as the horse picked up enough speed to clear a chain of small yet steep hills. Each gallop of which sent a small leather hill of her own sliding along her groove. Piper shuddered and let out an exhale through her nose. The horse mirrored her gesture with a snort.

The kidnapper tugged on the reigns and the horse shook its head as it stopped and neighed. The horse's left ear batted a buzzing bumble bee.

"Okay, you stay here," the man said, "I'll only be a moment." He slipped off the saddle and, without his support, Piper slid down from the front, gliding pleasurably over the tiny hillock stitched into the curve of the saddle until she landed in the center. She felt the warmth of the stranger soak into her. She glanced down and saw a faint shine of wetness from where she had been sitting. Piper hurriedly wiped away the fine line of gloss from the leather with the ropes of her bindings. She glanced around hoping the kidnapper didn't notice.

He was busy tying the horse to a nearby maple tree, after which he returned to Piper's side and glared up at her briefly. Her kidnapper reached up and forced his thumb and index finger between her lips. He roughly pinched along the flesh of her tongue until he gripped the glove and tugged it out of her mouth. He shoved it in a pocket and pulled a canteen from the saddle bag. He screwed the chained lid off, took a gulp, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and handed it to Piper. The metal lid dangled on the chain and rattled dully against the water skin.

She glared at him, shook out her hair, and hesitated before she took a long gulp. The water was somehow cool and it refreshed her more than she cared to admit. The dry staleness that the fabric of the glove had left in her mouth washed away and she closed her eyes as her thirst consumed her.

"Okay, that's enough," the man ripped the canteen from her hands causing it to splash across her face and neck.

"What did you do that for?!" Piper snapped.

"I said, that was enough," the man screwed the lid back on and dropped it in the saddle bag.

Piper moved to say something but decided against it when she spotted a soggy finger of the glove poking out of his pocket. The thought of having it jammed back in her mouth after having washed it out with the water halted her tongue. Instead, she moved the sore muscle around the interior of her mouth, stretching it out and tending to the insides of her cheeks.

"I'll be right back," the man said, turning.

The horse swiveled as the man left and Piper had to crane her neck around in order to follow where he had gone. The horse slapped its tail hard against itself and Piper felt the air across her face and caught a whiff of the horse's sweat which reminded Piper of an sweet, earthy, slightly sour, musk.

"Easy now..." Piper whispered to the horse, leaning forward and patting it on the shoulder with her bound hands, "just because you have a horrible master, doesn't mean we can't be friends, right? What's your name? Mine's Piper." The horse shook its mane.

She kept her eyes on the kidnapper as she patted the horse. The man walked two or three yards back down the trail and leaned with a hand against a tree. He moved the curved dagger out of the way and fished something out of his trousers. Piper's eyes widened as she saw his device twitch in the shade before sending forth a stream that soaked the ashen bark of the tree. The man leaned his head forward and aimed carefully as he emptied his bladder into the earth. Piper could hear the sound of him splashing into the soil at the roots of the tree. She swallowed, shook her head twice, and patted the horse.

"Okay..." Piper whispered, pressing her lips against the horse's shoulder, "be good for me..." Piper slowly lifted her leg and tilted her body until her other foot slipped into the stirrup. Using the horn of the saddle as an anchor, she quickly retracted her other leg over the seat and held on tight to the saddle. There was a small jangle of metal as the stirrup clattered against the front cinch. She balanced on the one stirrup as she let go of the saddle and hopped down to the ground.

The horse watched her with a large brown eye that reflected the dappled canopies beneath the skirt of its own long lashes. Piper gave the horse one, loving pat on its mane and turned.

She ran as quickly as she could down the hill. With her bound arms held out in front of her for balance, she skipped, hopped, and slid down the virgin grass that was still wet with dew from rains the night before. As she made it to the bottom of the hill, she thanked the heavens she was wearing her riding gear and not one of her encumbering gowns.

Piper smiled as she saw an easy route through the disheveled trees. She caught her breath and, just as she was about to make a break for it, something heavy slammed into her and forced her into the grass. She slid, the stretched collar of her blouse catching on the grass and pushing down under her left breast. She felt the cool, wet grass graze across her upper breast and nipple. The force crushed her lungs and forced the air from her body. Her nipple hardened, pain wracked her chest, and she struggled to take in new air. Tears welled up in her vision and she silently gasped with desperation.

A strong hand gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth further open and Piper felt the kidnapper jam the glove far back into her mouth again. Piper kicked her legs.

He lifted her with ease and tossed her over his shoulder causing her cheek and bare breast to slap against the steel plate of his back. Piper saw the pained look on her face reflected in the curve of his armor. She thought she was going to die, she couldn't breathe as his shoulder dug into her stomach and her lungs were still on fire, refusing to reset and suck in any air through her flaring nostrils. Tears dripped from her eyes as her head bobbed. The kidnapper carried her up the hill back to the trail.

As they reached the top, she finally managed to find her breath again and snorted heavily through her nose. She grunted and whined as the man manhandled her. His strength surprised her. Never had anyone tossed her about as if she were just a dirty common girl.

He tossed her onto the horse over the saddle and Piper fought to keep the air in her lungs this time. She grunted and winced as the saddle dug into the bottom rung of her ribs.

The man smacked her hard across her ass and Piper kicked her legs, trying to shake out the sting that radiated across her bottom. She lifted her head and glared at the kidnapper with wide eyes.

"I guess I'll just walk you the rest of the way," the man panted, "we're close anyway."

Piper realized her perky breast was still hanging aloof over the ruined collar of her blouse and quickly righted it back into her top. Though the opening ran far down into her cleavage now since three or four of her ivory buttons had torn away in her slide across the grass. Streaks of bright green ran across her shirt, collarbone, and curve of her left breast.

The kidnapper walked around the horse and watched her as he opened the saddle bag. He lifted out the canteen, took a long gulp, lifted Piper's head up forcibly by the hair, and poured some over her face and chest. She growled with the glove in her mouth and snapped her head out of his grip.

"You're such a pain in the ass," the man said, pouring some water over his own head and running a hand through his hair, "they said you wouldn't put up too much of a fight and I thought they were right when you fainted. Goes to show what they know."

Piper eyed the man up as the sun streaked through his wet, dirty blond hair. It was close cropped at the sides and stick straight, yet long at the top. His eyes were sharply cut sapphires that gazed out beneath thick golden eyebrows. Piper studied his face, trying to place the expression that was somewhere between misery and anger. Piper knit her brow realizing the symmetric structure of his lips, chin, and nose seemed well bred for a lowly criminal. The man placed the canteen back in the saddle bag and Piper watched the dappled light glint along the finely crafted edges of his silver armor. Her eyes naturally traced along the curves of it, looking for the family crest of whoever he must have stolen it from. Thick tarry, green wax censored the emblem and she was certain by the extensive gilding of the chest plate, that he must have robbed it from royalty somewhere. She tossed her head, disgusted with him.

The kidnapper backed slowly from the horse along the line tied to the tree. He kept watch over Piper as he did so. He untied the horse and whistled. The horse's ears shot upright towards him and started walking. The man slowed his pace so he was walking next to Piper.

Piper groaned, trying to keep her head up. Her neck burned from the effort but she refused to let her head fall.

The man chuckled, "keeping your head held high, huh?" His eyes darted quickly downwards and back up again into her eyes.

Piper realized he could see both her breasts bouncing through the collar of her blouse. Her face turned scarlet, but she continued to glare defiantly at him. The glove rubbed on the insides of her cheek and saliva pooled in odd spots around her mouth. A flicker of pain ran through her right eyebrow as she already felt the muscles in her neck straining.

Three miles later, Piper's head bobbed and all she saw was the ground as her entire body cried out in pain. Her chest was sore, her arms ached, and her legs were numb. She moaned as her head lulled. Drool leaked from her bottom lip as she had given up on trying to swallow with the glove in her mouth.

The man yanked on the reigns and patted the horse. He whistled gently and the horse halted. He dug into the saddle bag and Piper's eyes lit up. She could almost feel the cool water washing down her lips. She lifted her head and watched him.

He dug around and plucked out a crimson orb of an apple. Piper wrinkled her brow.

He ignored Piper and walked to the front of the horse. He patted it on the face and talked to it softly as he fed it the apple from his hand. The crisp sounds of the horse crunching into the apple echoed in the woods around them. A bird chirped and a squirrel flicked a tail and ran up a tree.

Piper dropped her head, watching the scene upside down and sideways. She groaned again. Her eyes closed and she felt a cool wind swirl through the canopies, blowing a tendril of her saliva across her cheek. The breeze swept up her hair and chilled the sweat in her hairline and between her breasts.

She heard a sound and opened her eyes to see the man's polished boots. He lifted her head by her hair and studied her face. He dug his fingers in her mouth and Piper smelled the sweet juices of the apple on his hand. He plucked out the glove and stashed it in his pocket.

Piper's mouth felt strange without something in it. She ran a raw tongue around the foreign landscape along the insides of her cheeks and groaned.

The man lifted her head some more and wiped the drool from her chin with his thumb. He stared into her drooping eyes.

"Are you going to be a good girl now?" He asked, "or should I clean the glove using the horse blanket and shove it back in your mouth?"

Piper used the last of her strength to shake her head.

"So quiet now," he said, "did you have any questions to ask?" He dropped her head.

She groaned and shook her head. Her eyes drifted shut and when she opened them again, he had vanished from in front of her.

She felt him behind her and a split second later, he lifted her from the horse.

All the muscles in her body screamed. She yelped. Her abs, ribs, pelvis, and thighs erupted in fire.

The man set her on her feet and Piper crumbled down to her knees. She lifted her head looking up at him. She fell forward, her face coming to rest on his shin. She breathed heavily against his boots.

The change in orientation and the relieving sensation of her muscles releasing from their cramped positions brought her attention to an ache deep in her bladder.

The man reached down and grabbed her by the bindings between her wrists. He lifted her up.

"What is it?" He asked, "what's that look for?"

Piper dropped her head and shook it.

"What is it?" He asked, lifting her head so he could peer into her eyes.

Piper bit her lip and knit her brow.

"I see..." he said, letting go of her chin and pointing, "that tree right there. I'll be watching to make sure you don't try and escape again."

Piper shook her head, "please no, that's too much. I promise I won't try and run. Just don't watch me like that." Her voice came out scratchy and raspy.

"No deal," he said, pushing her towards the tree.

Piper tumbled to the ground on her hands and knees. She crawled towards the base of the tree and hesitated before bringing herself into a squatting position. Using her bound hands, she unbuttoned the side of her pants, tugged out her shirt, and slid her pants down just enough to clear the way. She glanced up with red cheeks to see her kidnapper glaring at her with crossed arms. The horse also seemed intrigued, shaking out its mane and watching her with a large eye. It chewed on the bit and snorted.

"Hurry it up already!" The man shouted, "we have some place to be, you know."

Piper winced and her aching bladder erupted in a shower between her legs. She felt both the warmth running into the dirt below her and the warmth of the blood rushing into her face. She glanced up into the eyes of her kidnapper as she felt the release streaming out of her and trickling down hill in the loose dirt around her boots. She dropped her head and wondered if it was the heavens paying her back for watching him do the same earlier.

She finished with three timid pulses and stood abruptly causing a dribble to run down the insides of her legs. She didn't care. Her bound hands, shaking as she tried to button up the sides of her pants, fumbled and could only get one of three buttoned again before he grabbed her arm and tugged her back towards the horse.

He lifted her up and sat her on the saddle before climbing in behind her. Piper tried her hardest to keep her distance in the saddle, but her body was too weak and she found herself resting against his chest as he pulled the reigns between her legs and set the horse into a trot.

Again, the pleasant sensations of the saddle rubbing between her valley and the bobbing of the horse seemed to fill the bounds of her body, pushing the pain and worry out of her. She stretched her legs coyly against his and let the front of her mound butt against the clenched fists of her kidnapper. He mistook her movements for her slipping out the saddle and pulled his hands further into her in order to make her more secure.

Piper pretended to fall asleep as she masked the rubbing of her horny spot against his knuckles and the strange pattern of cushions stitched into the seat. The wind swept through her hair and the smells of the horse, the leather, and the man's sweat blew across her in the heated daze of the dreamy woods. Her nipples hardened beneath her torn blouse and swelled gently with the movement of the horse. She smelled clove as the man's hot breath swept over her face, down her neck, and across her cleavage. The thudding of the horse's hooves, the dangling of the metal, the squeaking of the leather: all of it combined into a secret pleasure as she felt a tangle of ecstasy catch along the hot spot blooming at the top of her shrine. The horse jolted and a button of leather dug into her. She swallowed. Her heart pounded as she bucked herself stealthily against the saddle and his hands. Her head fell, her hair spilling across her face like a curtain, hiding the wrinkling of her eyebrows. Her legs went taught and an orgasm rippled up her spine as three tiny hills slid across the ache in her crotch in rapid, thumping succession. She let out a huff and a quiet groan before letting her body collapse again. She panted to herself with wide eyes. Her breasts heaving and stretching beneath the wet silk of her blouse, stamped the flower of her peachy nipples against the thin veil.

She stared at the strange golden thread running through the bindings looped around her wrists and felt that nothing made sense to her any more. The relaxation from her orgasm eased her muscles and she fell asleep from both exhaustion and satisfaction.

When she awoke, she blinked.

They had left the forest and were crossing a wide field with undulating hills. The wind buffeted across the grass and rippled in the horse's mane. She lifted herself up from the kidnapper's chest to peer around.

She could hear a flute and drums in the distance. They crested a hill and Piper saw streamers of white and green atop a magnificent tent towering into the air from the bottom of a grove.

She gasped.

"What's that?" Piper asked, gripping the horn and sitting up, "what's happening?"

The man gripped her chin and pushed the glove inside. Piper growled, kicked her legs against his, and rolled her eyes. The gesture sent the horse into a quick run and startled Piper as she flew back in the saddle. The kidnapper corrected the horse with a tug on the reigns and it slowed.

The closer they approached, the louder the music became. She saw a party of people celebrating noisily inside the tent.

The kidnapper rode the horse straight down the center aisle of the tent and Piper glanced from side to side with wide eyes at all the people cheering with goblets in their hands. The entire scene vibrated vividly like a dream.

The kidnapper tugged the glove from her mouth and held it high above him, waving it like a victory flag.

A certain black beard striped in white hair caught her attention near the front of the audience. He clapped high above his head and smiled jovially. The blonde woman next to him quickly brushed tears from her cheek.

"Father? Mother?" Piper licked her lips and whispered. Her mouth hung open. She blinked rapidly, surely this was a dream after all.

The horse stopped and someone came over to grab the reigns. Piper realized she was at the end of a great aisle carpeted in pale yellow roses. Her kidnapper handed over the reigns to the attendant and lifted Piper from the horse. He threw Piper over his shoulder. He spun her round as he climbed the steps of a platform. The crowd cheered. Piper clutched the back lip of his armor as the celebrating faces whirled around her.

He set her down and a dazed Piper stood on her own sore feet. Her kidnapper took his place across from her. Above him, dangling from the rafters of the tent, she saw the family emblem of a naked woman with flowing hair riding a horse under the gaze of a shining moon. She recognized it as one of the greatest families in the land, the Stellar House of the White Dream. She lifted her eyes further until her head tilted back and saw the banner of her own family, a green lion billowing gently in thick embroidered silks above her head. The music stopped.

"What?" Piper said.

A man approached and the crowd hushed with a single lingering cheer. Piper turned away from the banner above her head and saw a man in armor with a white cape holding his arms out. A smiling woman stood behind him, wearing a diadem with hands bound in golden rope.

"Son," the man bellowed out, "I see you have taken your bride and brought her to the altar."

"Yes, father," the kidnapper said, kneeling before him. He dug a hand into the belt at his waist and slid the curved dagger out of its sheath. He held it out by the blade towards the man with the long cape.

The man in the cape held the blade up to his eyes and examined it. He wrapped it in a scarf of green silk and proclaimed to the crowd, "no blood spilled!"

The crowd cheered and Piper turned her head. She searched for her father and mother among the bowing crowd but before she could find them again, she felt someone tugging on her hands.

She glanced up to see the woman in the diadem smiling in front of her. She was placing the bundled dagger into Piper's hands.

"What? I don't..." Piper stared, feeling the weight of the hefty dirk across her palms.

"This is your last chance to cut the bonds," the woman whispered in Piper's left ear.

Piper unwrapped the blade slowly and stared into her shimmering reflection across the curve of it. A golden snake coiled out of a black egg at the pommel and slithered around rubies on the hilt. She held it in her hand and placed the blade slowly between the gap of rope looped around her wrists. She stared down at her kidnapper kneeling before her now. She swallowed and peered into the hushed crowd. Everyone around her was kneeling before her except the woman with the diadem and the man with the white caped armor. She searched their faces. The man maintained an even smile. When she glanced upon the face of the woman... Piper spotted a strange smirk on her face. The woman glanced at the man standing slightly in front of her and licked her top lip. The woman looked at Piper, held up her bound hands, and winked.

Piper glanced down at the blade in her hands, slipped it out from between her bonds, and tossed the blade with a clatter across the platform. She glanced at the woman and the diadem sparkled as she nodded slowly at Piper.

"And thee be wed!" The kidnapper's father proclaimed with a single clap of his hands.

The crowd stood, clapped, and music began drifting through the tent. The kidnapper rose to his feet, lifted Piper off her feet, and set her atop his left shoulder. Piper's eyes bulged as she struggled to keep her balance with her bound hands.

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The moon cut high into the black sky and the stars lay strewn across the night like scattered jewels. Piper's nude body bounced in the saddle. Her breasts perky from the crisp air, swirled as the horse galloped in the empty fields.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Piper asked into night air rushing by them.

A pair of strong hands in her lap pulled her further back into the saddle. Piper's back felt the heat of her new husband's bare chest cushion her bounces.

"That ruins the spirit of the tradition," he whispered in Piper's ear, "you knew you were to marry a prince, did you not? Didn't you think it odd that you would be kidnapped so close to your own estate just days before you were due to go meet him?"

His left hand slipped up her front and caught her right breast in his callused hands.

Piper let her head fall back as she became lost in the sensations of his hard skin against her soft flesh. The breeze of the night blew through her hair. The supple softness of the leather saddle rubbed her bare loins with every gallop. She felt herself slippery and sliding. The ribbed cushions were slick with her desire, their devious design became even more potent against her bare skin. Her rear butted into something hot that was growing harder the further they rode through the fields. The horse snorted with the labors of bearing them both across the green ocean. Its white mane blowing in the dark like white water cresting tall waves.

"How could I have known..." Piper said, turning her head so she could see the side of his face, "that my prince intended to kidnap me?" She lifted her bound hands, now wrapped in golden cord.

Her husband glanced at her out the side of his eye. The moonlight glinted there and Piper gasped as he pressed his cheek against hers and kissed her hard on the lips. The hand in her lap found her wetness and caressed the pulsing lips of her blushing virginity. Piper's eyes rolled as she explored his tongue with hers. His fingers slid along the puffy cushions of her womanhood and Piper moaned into his mouth as the bucking gallop of the horse bounced his fingers across her aching clit. His other hand squeezed her breast and thumbed the tip of her erect and sensitive nipple. Gooseflesh radiated out from the tip of her nipple, ringed her areola, swelled through her breast, and rippled across her chest. Her body shivered with excitement in his grip.

He finished the kiss with a soft press of his lips against hers before releasing her body and grabbing the reigns.

Piper's body, heart, and soul squirmed in the slippery saddle and her hips twirled herself deep into its pattern.

Her prince slowed the horse to a slow trot. The horse snorted and shook its head. Metal clanked and leather squeaked.

Piper bit her lip, held onto the horn of the saddle, lifted her legs, and spun around to face him. She gulped as she hung her thighs over his and settled against him, glancing down to find his dagger of flesh pulsing and dripping at her navel like a molten prong. He lifted her arms and flung her bound hands behind his head and around his neck. The gesture made Piper yelp and bite her lip as it brought her face closer to his. The moon shone down on their bodies. Their pale skin matching the white horse that bore them.

"I think I like this tradition..." Piper whispered as she studied his face, "where are you taking me now?"

"Your new home," he said, "it's a short trip."

"That's too bad," Piper said, kissing his tight chin.

He kissed her and slipped his hands down the side of Piper's ribs, running his thumbs over her nipples as he did so. His grip landed at her waist and he lifted her up as he kissed her. Piper wrinkled her brow and bit the prince's bottom lip. He slowly set her down on the tip of his shaft and it sank slowly, deeply inside of her. Piper let out a shudder of a breath full of anticipation into his mouth as she came to rest at the bottom of his lap. He twitched and Piper felt her first man, her prince pulse inside her body. Her eyes burst open and he slowly opened his. He lifted her hips up once then down again slowly. Piper stared into his eyes as the ridges of his cock tugged on the skin of her wetness, dragging the hood of her clit along with it in a delicious way that sent a taught, pulsing thread of pleasure vibrating up her spine.

"Mmmm..." Piper breathed heavily as she felt the honey bottle of her heart begin to gurgle with the warmth of his cock occupying her loins. Piper placed her forehead against his chin.

He smiled, squeezed his legs, and snapped the reigns.

The horse went flying and Piper yelped. She bounced on top of him as the horse bounded up and down the hills of the field. The stiffness of his cock sluiced her slippery tightness in tune with the galloping. Piper's head flung back and she screamed with ecstasy as an orgasm thumped into her. Her snorting prince gripped her ass cheeks, bit her left breast, and grunted.

A hot flush of cum erupted into Piper's womb and her head bounced with rolling eyes. White. White. White. The full moon in the sky reflected the whites of Piper's eyes rolling across the green hills of her orgasm as it seared through her like an ivory horse tearing through the night. She gasped as she saw the silver banner of her prince's family rippling atop the alabaster spires of a distant castle at the top of the hill.

"Piper!"

Piper jerked awake on a bench against a wall. The smell of hay and oats greeted her. Her riding boots scraped across a dusty concrete floor littered in gleaming bits of straw. She blinked her eyes open and saw her friend's face in front of her.

"Are you ready for your riding lessons?"

Piper nodded, groggily.

"What are you reading?"

"Huh?" Piper asked.

"The book." Her friend pointed to Piper's lap.

Piper glanced down to see the polished ridges along the spine of a thick leather book poking out from between her legs.

"Oh, just some fairy tales." Piper said, slipping the book from between her thighs and wiping the spine off with the sleeve of her shirt.