675-11-18 - Nathan’s Adventures 4: Tied hands
Nathan’s Adventures 4: Tied hands | |||||||
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Summary: The young Prince wakes up all tied up in the war tent of a group of pirates. | |||||||
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The chirp of various birds, quiet murmuring of the river, a bit louder whistle of the breeze would wake up the young prince. He definitely would feel how his feet are tickled by that same breeze. Yes, he is no longer wearing shoes. That same breeze would gently stroke the man's legs and chest. Is he wearing anything at all?
Yes! He would feel a soft skirt, usual for the tribes, around his waist. The wooden pole is massaging Nathan's back, and his hands are firmly tied behind his back. Also, thick fabric of some kind of scarf is covering Nathan's eyes.
There's a twitch. Muscles flexing a little as Nathan shifts and tries to move his arms. But he's bound... so, probably not able to actually do much of anything. So he stays otherwise still, listening and breathing.
Soon the man will hear steps, some kind of muttering. There will be the voice of a female and male. However, soon the female's voice will fade. Then he will hear a quiet humming of the man, who is likely walking from one side to the other, while guarding Nathan.
For now, Nathan doesn't say anything. Perhaps he is uncomfortable with that feeling of helplessness, and the lingering weakness of being drugged into unconsciousness. A pole against his back, but under his knees? Or is he laying on his back... on what sort of surface? Things that could be important to know.
The man would feel a fabric under his rear. Though, there is a sand under that fabric, obviously. So, he could guess, that he is in some kind of a huge or smaller war tent. He is sitting and his legs are free to move. He could even turn circles around that pole,pushing himself with the legs to move round and round. Though, the rope, which ties his hands is really firm.
The man continues walking to the right, and to the left.
Nathan doesn't play ring around the rosies, as it's not the time for plague dances. He does shift slightly, his weight settling on the sandy ground. In a tent? That might be why he's not feeling his skin burning in the sun, since he's nearly naked by his standards. Listening for any other sounds, but there's little of use it seems like. Eventually he licks his lips and then mutters, "Where the hell..." he twists a little. Giving a tug forward to see how secure the pole itself is.
When the man tries to move the pole, he may hear a quiet rustling of the fabric, but the pole is quite firmly stuck in the ground. There is a possibility, that the pole holds the roof of his tent at the same time.
Finally, he will hear familiar voice of the female, "How he is?"
The male guard will answer, "Why the hell I should know?"
The slap to an empty head will be followed by the female's voice, "You had to keep him safe, check on him. We don't need him dead from thirst!"
Then the man will hear rustle of fabric again. Someone is stepping inside the tent too.
"The service in these accomodations leaves much to be desired." the Prince says, a bit wryly, given the circumstances. His head tipping to one side, but he can't see anything, and he's tied up, so... There's not much else he can do.
A few more moments and the man will feel a rough small hand brushing his cheek, "Well well well... We are so sorry, young prince, that we do not have such a wonderful castle like yours!" She will tease the man.
Then he will be able to feel a cheek cuddling his cheek and something similar to the kiss will be placed on the boy's cheekbone, "The Prince, just helpless prince. I love that!"
A second and the metal cup with wine rum will be cuddled to his lip, "Drink. We don't have fresh water here."
Nathan chuckles dryly at the cheek cuddling and the kiss on his face. "You should remedy that. I'm sure with a little effort and thought to matters of service, things could be much nicer here than they are now." he points out as if t his were a simple thing. With the edge of a metal cup against his lips, he takes a moment to take a little drink. Hoping it's not as foul tasting as he fears it may be when she says there's no fresh water.
Can rum of pirates be foul?! No! Never! But it is strong. It is really strong and can even be burning!
Even if he can't see, the man should be able to feel/here the mischievious smile in the woman's features, "So, young prince, what do you think, how much worth are you for your mommy? Should I ask an island?"
There is a quiet flop, likely, the female takes a seat just in front of the man. She cuddles the cup of rum to the man's lips again.
Taking another drink, nose wrinkled slightly, Nathan chuckles. "I can't say I'm likely worth an island right now. I'm not exactly the favored son at this point, you know.. Some gold, I'm sure... but nothing like what you're dreaming of, I'm sure."
"Oh, really? And what about some bastards?" The woman teases, "We could easily get rid of all powsible heirs and send our bastard to the throne. We would have whole Kingdom then!" And Nathan will be able to feel how her fingers traces down his chest to the man's abandoned, which she tickles and then just gives Nathan to drink a bit more of rum.
"But, talking seriously, I believe, that your mommy will give us the island we want, if we will send her... lets say... your finger?" The woman chuckles and moves around the man. She then grabs a finger of the man and cuddles a sharp cold dagger to it. "Or maybe..." she continues releasing that finger, hugging the man from the back, cuddling the dagger to the man's crotch. "The other finger?"
"Everyone loves a good bastard, right?" Nathan says with a wry grin, 'cause well, he's got his own out there already. Muscles tense under the slide of fingers, of course, that's only natural. Then there's knifeplay against fingers, and... other places. He goes very still then, "Well if you cut THAT off... then you devalue the prize.." he says, a little tensely for obvious reasons. "What goods a Prince who can't be married off?"
"HA!" Woman laughs, "Maybe you are right..." The woman moves with her dagger to the man's tiniest finger and quickly slices it. No, she does not cut it off. She just makes a pretty deep cut to wcare the prince, "If they won't answer quickly, the finger will be yours..."
And then Nathan can hear how a poor man is dragged into tent, "NO, NO, NO, PLEASE! NOT A FINGER, NO..." But the woman firmly paces to the man and there is a sound of breaking bone, mixed with a scream of some kind of a man, "Pack this," she tells, "Drag him out and bring healer for a prince." And then she just walks out.
There's a grunt, the sound of pain as the cut slices into his finger deeply. "Ohh... you're a mean wench you are..." he growls, hisssing between his teeth at the pain, but he's been hurt before in training and all, so he pulls himself together quickly enough.