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Subject: {ASSM} Bitsy #8 (fantasy)
Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2001 16:10:03 -0400
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        VIIII A Matter of Confusion

Trink and Keebler rushed into Marluxion's study,
with a growl Mar snapped "this is getting to be
an annoying regularity," Trink quickly covered
his beard.  Turning and grabbing Keebler again,
Trink headed for the door, "fine, you just be
that way, your getting grumpy Marluxion, bout
time you found yourself a pretty, had a good
romp, it might improve your mood."

Virlane said smoothly before Trink got his
precious parts singed this time, "what's the
problem? Trink"  Keebler jumped in, as he 
heard Trink muttering to himself, "We just
thought we would tell you that Bitsy has
WindWhispers tied up in her study" then
he turned and left with Trink.

They all looked at each other, Marluxion
roared, "Trink! come back here!"  Trink 
sauntered back into the room, grinning
Keebler on his heels.

At Virlane's lair, a very annoyed Brand
sat watching Kat try and give Rav his 
bath, he had expected to see or hear
from Bitsy by now.  He wasn't happy 
at all, if he hadn't promised everyone
that he wouldn't go to the oak house,
not that he knew where it was, he
would be pounding on her little door
right about now.  With a sigh of 
exasperation, Brand pulled off his
boots, jumped into the pool and said
"give him to me" holding out his arms.

With a gurgle Rav went flying into Brands
arms knocking the two of them back into
the water, Brand came up sputtering,
Rav thinking this was some new game,
pounced on him, trying to push him
back under.  Swimming under the water
Brand came up behind Rav, grabbed him
and tucked him under his arm, then
grabbed the soap, a wiggling, squirming
Rav, giggled and coo'd and splashed.
Kat sat back and watched the children
playing.

After Kat had finally convinced Rav that
it was time to get out of the pool, which
ended up with Brand tossing Rav out at his
mother, soaking Kat in the process, Brand
went outside to sit in the sun and finish
drying off.  He was still annoyed but at
least the play in the pool with Rav had
helped some.  Brand walked down the path,
hopefully he could walk off his frustration.

Hearing a noise Brand stopped and listened
then walked in the direction the sound was
coming from.  The woman sat in the middle
of the path holding her ankle, seeing him,
the woman smiled through her tears, her
big periwinkle blue eyes looked up at him.
Smiling kindly at the woman Brand offered
to be of assistance, with a voice as sweet
as honey, she explained that she had tripped
over a stone in the road and hurt her ankle.
Brand knelt down and took the woman's ankle
in his hands, she moaned a little and leaned
forward to show him where she was hurt.

Brand couldn't help but notice as the woman
bent forward, her loose peasants blouse fell
lower on her chest exposing a great deal of
what looked to be a pair of very lovely breasts.
Pulling up her skirt, showing a well turned
ankle and trim leg, she took his hand and ran
it up her leg to her knee. "do you think it
looks swollen?" she asked in her honey voice
Brand ran his hands over her knee, then back
down her leg, to her ankle.  "It appears to
be just fine, can you stand on it?" asked
Brand helping the woman up, she stood for
a moment then started to fall, catching her
in his arms, she purred "I don't think I can
walk at all, its so painful" tears filling
her blue eyes.  As she clung to him, her 
breasts brushed against his arm, pointing
down the road "my poor cottage is not far
from here, your such a strong man, could
you possibly carry me, to my cottage."

Swinging her up into his arms, he grinned
"it would be my pleasure" the woman smiled
and wrapped her arms around his neck and
coo'd at him as she pressed her breasts 
against his chest, "you so kind, sir."
Each step he took bounced her breasts against 
his chest, Brand tried to concentrate on he was 
going, following the woman's directions.

Coming to a rather dilapidated cottage
in the woods, Brand opened the door and
carried the woman inside, seeing a bed
against one wall, he set her down.
You've been so kind, dear sir, could
I offer you a small cup of wine in
return, she purred.  Not wanting to
appear rude, Brand thanked her and said
he would be happy to share a cup of wine
with her.  She pointed to a small pitcher
on a small table, please help yourself,
she said as she stretched out on the bed,
pulling up her leg, her skirt falling back
against her thigh, she looked at her ankle.

Brand poured two cups of wine, carrying one
over to the woman.  Thinking he had better
drink his wine and be on his way quickly,
Brand drank the whole cup almost in one
swallow. Setting the cup back on the table,
Brand turned and wished the woman well, then
started to walk to the door.  The woman moaned
loudly "before you go, could you please get
me a wet cloth to put on my ankle, if its
no trouble to you, sir."  With an inward 
groan Brand found a cloth, dipped it in
a bucket of water and carried it back to
the woman, she lay on the bed, her leg
still bent, her legs spread wide, she
slide her hands up the inside of her thighs,
"can I thank you for helping me?" she 
purred at Brand.

Brand shook his head to clear it, he was
having a difficult time concentrating on
what the woman was saying, he couldn't
take his eyes off her hands that were
now between her thighs, she slide her
fingers over her nether lips and arched
her hips up. It seemed as if all of his
blood suddenly surged into his shaft and
he swayed light headed.  Brand could feel
himself falling and put out his hand to
grab something but there was nothing there
but air.

Kat was frantically looking for Brand, she
didn't dare go far and quickly returned to
the lair, sending a message to Virlane, 
telling him that Brand had disappeared.

Trink was laughing as he told the group
about WindWhispers, "at least the boy
looked like he had a spark of awareness
back in his mind, our girly just might
pull this off after all."  Keebler looking
for a bite to eat, turned around "Bitsy
always was a happy one, but I don't think
I've ever seen her smile so much, have you
Trink"   Trink had just started to reply
to Keebler, when Virlane groaned and rubbed
his eyes as if he suddenly had a terrible
headache.  Keebler looked at Marluxion
"do you have any cookies?"  Keebler was
suddenly dancing around the room, holding
his leg, where Marti`en's cane had twapped
him "you didn't have to hit me, just tell
him your angry he doesn't have an cookies too."
pouted Keebler

Keebler found himself sitting in the middle
of the forest, cookies raining down on him.
Grinning, he said to himself "I'll have to
try that again but mention chocolates."

Marluxion turned to Virlane, "now that our
interruptions have ceased, what is it?"
Virlane sighed "Brand is gone, Kat can't find
him anywhere."  "Phoebe", they all said at once.

Brand opened his eyes, then quickly closed them
as the room swirled around him. Keeping his eyes
closed he tried to get up, but couldn't, he jerked
on his arms and legs, trying to pull the ropes that
tied him loose.  With a growl he pulled harder
shocked to realize he was naked he glared at her.
The woman laughed and sauntered over to the
bed "you won't get free, my toys over there
tied the knots very firmly, we had so much fun,
playing with you while you were being tied up,"
she sneered as the two sitting on the floor
giggled.  Phoebe stood at a table pouring
a glass of wine than went back to the bed.
Snapping her fingers at her two minions she
said "I think our guest is thirsty and needs
to be amused, we can't having him think we
are poor hosts" she purred.

Brand struggled wildly as the one held his
head, pinching his nose shut while the other
poured the sour wine down his throat, Brand
choked and tried to spit it out as they poured
more down his throat. Brand looked at the
two, horrified to see slack faces and vacant
eyes he jerked and pulled on the ropes harder.
Brand blinked his eyes and shook his head
trying to keep it clear, his tongue felt
thick as he tried to speak but couldn't get
his mouth to work. He couldn't seem to move 
his arms or legs, his thoughts becoming a foggy
haze.

Phoebe grinned down at Brand, she turned to
her two toys, "you can play with him for a
short while, just don't break him to badly."
Sitting in her chair watching she leered evilly,
she did so enjoy these little sex shows, they
were so stimulating.  Phoebe snickered knowing 
Brand could hear and feel everything, he just 
couldn't do anything about it.  Eventually she 
snapped her fingers, sending the two off to their
corner.  She stood next the bed and laughed
as Brands eyes glared at her, she knew if
he could he would have killed her at that
moment. She slide the riding crop down his
chest then rubbed it up and down his hard
shaft Phoebe sneered "such a big boy, I think 
you will make an excellent addition to my toys."

Phoebe stripped off her dirty dress and climbed
onto the bed, she straddled Brands hips, leaning
down she bite his chest, "why should your fairy
have all the fun, she and my pet have been playing
for days, I found it so enjoyable, watching them 
why they were so busy with each other they 
didn't even know I was there.  He's good you
know, my pet WindWhispers, he is an excellent
lover, he knows just how to please a woman."
As Phoebe rode Brand, she whispered to him
all the things that her pet had done to the
fairy, how the fairy had begged for more, how
much she had enjoyed it.  Snapping her fingers
at her toys, she laughed her evil high pitched
laugh and invited them over to help her play.

Marti`en looked at Marluxion and Virlane,
"I think its time to end this once and for
all. I will destroy the witch, but I will 
wait to have a look at WindWhispers before 
I decide his fate."  Virlane stood up, "
we will join you, I want to be there to
see her get her just rewards." Marluxion
stood up, "I also will be with you,"
Marti`en nodded "just do not interfere."
Trink stood up also "you cant leave me
behind, I wanna get my say so in too 
yea know."

Phoebe was flung off the bed, she turned
snarling as she saw the two dragons, the
elf and the old one, her two minions 
cowered on the bed, afraid to move.
"You have caused enough damage in this life, 
Phoebe, I am here to finish it" said Marti`en
calmly.  Phoebe sneered at the old woman,
"your old, your tired, you days are done,
the ancient one's have been long silent,
you've lost your hold on the land and
the people, your the ones who are finished."
A mirror suddenly appeared in front of
Phoebe, "your the one who is old and tired"
said Marti`en.  Phoebe looked in the mirror
and started to scream, there in the mirror
was an old naked woman, her hair thin and
gray, her breasts and belly sagging, her
face wrinkled.

Trink slipped over to Brand and quickly
untied him, not making a sound, for once
not even muttering.  Virlane pulled the
the two cringing minions off the bed and
away from Brand, Marluxion stood behind 
Marti`en, his large paw on her shoulder.  

They all watched as Marti`en spoke a few
quiet words, the mirror pulled Phoebe into
it, Phoebe screaming and uttering spell after
spell trying to stop the mirror to no avail, 
as she was sucked inside.  The image that had 
been in the mirror and Phoebe were now one and 
the same, suddenly with a terrible crack the 
mirror shattered into a million pieces.  
Marti`en raised her hand and a whirl wind 
swirled around scattering the mirror pieces
out of all the windows, out over a small lake, 
the pieces glittered on the surface of the 
lake for a moment then sank.  Turning to 
the two cowering males, Marti`en freed their 
minds and restored their sanity, then sent 
them off to where ever they had come from.
Turning she said quietly "it is done, let us 
depart this wretched place."

Virlane looked at Marti`en as she walked
back into his study "all the drugs have
been purged from Brands system."  "He is a
very angry man, but he will have to deal
with that himself, I am all out of patience
for one day" she said tiredly.
"There is one more thing I must do, then
I think we have everything under control,
I will go and deal with WindWhispers now"
than she was gone.  Kat looked at Virlane,
waiting to hear what had happened at the
witches castle, now that everyone had left
and returned to their own places.

Bitsy had just gotten finished putting
fresh clothes on WindWhispers, when Marti`en
entered her study.  Bitsy smiled at Marti`en,
with a chuckle, Marti`en looked at Bitsy, then
to WindWhispers, "you've done a good job, child,
I'm pleased with you.  You could have destroyed
him, but you didn't.  The witch is finished,
scattered to the four winds, she will plague
the lands no more."

Marti`en looked into WindWhispers eyes for a
long time, she looked into his heart and soul,
then finally satisfied, she released him from
Bitsy's blue ropes.  "It will take you many
years to regain what you have lost, it will
take you a long time to forgive yourself for
your actions, but you will eventually succeed,
You may even one day have the makings once
again to be what we first saw in your, your
choice, your decision, as always the road
you take.  But you will take it alone, we
release Bitsy from our promise, she is her
own woman, free to choose her future. It 
was her kindness, her love, her goodness
that saved you from yourself this day"
Marti`en said tiredly before she vanished
once again.

WindWhispers put his face in his hands and
sobbed for all he had been, for all he had
lost "can you forgive me? can you ever love
me? he asked Bitsy.  Bitsy looked at the 
broken fairy in front of her, "I honestly
don't know the answer to either of those
questions right now.  You need to return
to your family, to your friends, to the
forest folk, give them back the WindWhispers
they remember and loved."

Marti`en walked into the room with a sigh,
she looked at Marluxion "do you think the
children will survive a few days without us?"
He chuckled and walked up to her, "they are
just going to have to, we're getting to old
for this nonsense."  With a laugh Marti`en
changed into a stunning emerald green dragoness
and winked at Mar "show me just how old you are,
dragon." With a roar Marluxion pulled her into
his arms and proceeded to show her that there
was still a very randy young dragon under his
old scales.

Two days later, Bitsy finally felt a bit
rested and went to Virlane's to see Brand,
she knew the dragons were probably sleeping,
but she needed to talk to Brand.
Brand was sleeping as Bitsy curled up against
his chest smiling, she hadn't been sure if
she could, each time she thought of touching
Brand or anyone she shook inside.
"What are you doing here? Bitsy, why aren't
you with your fairy friend?" asked Brand
coldly looking down at her.  Not understanding,
Bitsy sat up on Brands chest and smiled at
him then tentatively kissed his chin 
"WindWhispers has gone to his family, he is 
much better now." Brand brushed her off his
chest "go home, Bitsy" then he turned and
closed his eyes.  Bitsy touched his arm
"Brand? why are you sending me home?"
Making some vague reference to soiled
goods, Brand got up and pulling on his
robe left the room.  Bitsy went home
sobbing, she has lost Brand because of
something she had no control over.

Brand sat outside his anger and disgust
at himself had gotten the better of him
now he had lost his tiny fairy, he felt
like crying.  The next day Brand returned
to Collins keep a different man then the
one who had left.

Over the next few weeks Kat watched Brand
with growing concern.  He wasn't eating
well, he seemed to thrive more and more
on his training yet with each swing of his 
sword, each thrust of his lance she could
feel the anger and hostility.  Kat had also 
heard that he was drinking a great deal and 
had taken to wenching with the other soldiers
often falling into bed at dawn drunk and
weary.

she was also very concerned about Bitsy,
who still came to play with Rav but she
never stayed long, she looked tired and
much thinner her laughter was brittle
and sometimes you could hear the bitterness
in her voice as she spoke.
Trink had told her that Bitsy rarely left
oak house except for her afternoon lessons
with Mar and her morning walks in the
forest, WindWhispers often joined her 
on her walks muttered Trink.

Trink told Kat that only once had Bitsy
made any sort of comment about what was
bothering her, the two had been in her
study sharing a cup of tea shuddered
Trink, when she had made a comment about
being damaged soiled goods or so she had 
been told, then she had changed the subject.  
Kat snorted in a very unlady like way "it 
wasn't her fault that she was raped and 
abused by WindWhispers while he was drugged,
it amazes me that she can even stand to be
near him or let him talk to her, she is to
sweet for what happened to her, we can lay the 
blame for that on that bitch witch.
Trink who had not heard that bit of news before 
sagely nodded and kept Kat talking while she was 
on her high horse about men, witches and bitches.

Checking with Kat and Collin first, Bitsy brought
WindWhispers to met Rav. WindWhispers was so quiet
and withdrawn she thought it might do him good to
met Rav, no one could possibly meet Rav and not
smile.  WindWhispers sat on a table watching Bitsy
and Rav the hatchling playing on the floor, Bitsy
had a little blanket and was running around with
it spread out over her head, she was making little
hissing noises at Rav, who in turn would furl his
wings and his tailtip and stalk her, making silly
little hiccuping growling noises.  Then he would 
pounce on her and the two would roll around on the 
floor giggling, Collin was laughing as he watched
the two, it wasn't that he didn't trust Rav with
Bitsy just that he didn't want Rav left alone with
WindWhispers.  As if some instinct told him as well
Rav was wary of WindWhispers and would look at 
him from time to time as if not trusting him.

Brand knocked on the nursery room door as he
walked in, looking for Collin.  Brand saw
Collin and started to walk across the room
just as Bitsy and Rav came scrabbling out
from under the bed, Rav pounced on her
holding her down with his paw.  Seeing 
Brand Rav gave a gurgling hiss and flew
up in the air pouncing on Brand he slurped
his tongue up Brand's cheek. Laughing Collin
said to Rav "who is that? Rav", grinning at
his Father, Rav wrapped his tail around 
Brand's neck "MY Brand" he said proudly.
Unfurling his wings, preening, then lost
his balance and fell forwards,almost
strangling Brand with his tail. Laughing
Brand set Rav back up on his shoulder,
then noticed Bitsy on the floor sitting
quietly watching the exchange between Rav
and Brand.  The smile left his face when
he saw WindWhispers his whole body tensed
as if for battle.

Striding forward Brand handed Collin a
scroll "My Grandfather is ill, I will be
returning to London, tomorrow."  Gently
unwrapping Rav from his neck Brand 
placed him in his fathers lap and left
the room.  Quietly Bitsy told WindWhispers
it was time to go as she went over and gave
Collin and Rav a hug then left. 
WindWhispers feeling very confused followed
her.  

Later that afternoon as WindWhispers walked
along side Bitsy he asked softly "is the
human Brand, your lover?"  All she would 
say was "a long time ago," that night
once again she cried herself to sleep.

Brand lay awake, his hands behind his head,
he kept seeing Bitsy sitting on the floor
of the nursery, she had looked so pale,
so thin. His hands clinched into fists,
he would forget her once he got to his
Grandfathers in London.  At dawn Collin and
Katrina, holding the baby Ravlyr watched
Brand ride out of the gates of the keep.

Several months later, Trink sat in Marluxion's
workshop watching Bitsy and Mar, who was 
teaching Bitsy how to make special types of
medicines.  After they were all done Trink
walked Bitsy home, he had purloined a few
bottles of Mar's best Brandy.  Offering her
a drink she frowned remembering how ill 
she had been the last time she had had
a few drinks.  Trink proceeded to tell her
all about the medicinal factors of an
excellent aged brandy. Taking a swallow
Bitsy choked trying to catch her breath,
laughing Trink explained to her that it 
was to be sipped and savored not gulped.

A goodly while later a very tipsy Trink
and Bitsy sat in her study, they were 
giggling over something Keebler had done
earlier in the week. Slipping it in 
smoothly Trink muttered that he wondered
when Brand was returning, that he missed
the boyo.  Then working up to another slip
Trink said "maybe in that big town of London
he will be able to chase away the demons only 
a man with superior parts could understand."
Giggling Bitsy asked "London is going
to chase the demons from his superior
parts?" finding the thought hysterical
she couldn't stop giggling as she took 
another drink.

"No, no, you misunderstand me girl, it ain't
his superior parts that got the demon in them,
its his mind,  understandable of course, after
all a man like Brand, a real man, would find 
it hard to accept being foully abused by 
another male in that most private of ways,
if you get me meaning girl" Trink was
pleased to see her frowning.  Before she
could take another drink Trink slipped
the bottle out of her hands and grinned
at her, saying it was his turn, then taking
a long swallow, he waited for her to digest
what he had just said.

Nibbling on her fingertip, Bitsy looked at
Trink, then blushing bright red, she quickly
looked down. "Umm Trink, when did something
like that happen? I never heard a word of
anything happening to Brand," Bitsy took
several deep breaths trying to clear her
head of its brandy haze waiting for Trink's
answer.  Trink looking very interested in 
the bottle he was holding muttered "while 
you had WindWhispers all tied up in here, 
the witch got aholt of Brand, drugged him 
she did, then she and her males they," Trink 
shuddered "had their way with him." Trink saw 
the horrified look on her face," taking another 
drink he muttered on, "seems to me girly, the
two of you sorta are in the same boat,
just that neither of you knows about the
other, no one told Brand bout what 
WindWhispers did to yea, cuz they knew
he would go crazed.  No one tolt yea
about Brand cuz they knew it would 
hurt yea to hear it and know about it."
Trink thrust the bottle at Bitsy "here
now, take a swig your lookin a mit pale."

Very pleased with himself and his nights
work Trink whistled a tune as he headed
to town, stroking his beard he grinned.




 




































































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