The Mannish Beast

Chapter 4

by pr_squared

- do not use without the author's permission.

Author's Note: I borrowed Lady B's world of diminutive Elves and their Mannish beasts.

Tim found himself trailing naked behind the female elf, who was mounted on a strong-looking mannish girl. She was no larger than a child. Tim’s wrists were secured to a chain that circled his waist. A choker collar circled his neck and his lead was attached to a ring on the back of the girl’s saddle. The girl was naked except for her tack. He sensed a kinship immediately and called to her desperately but the girl ignored him totally as had the girls on the drive.

Tim did not go willingly. He simply stopped but to no purpose. The girl kept moving and his lead pulled taut. His collar tightened and jerked him stumbling forward. He scrambled to keep his footing. He had no desire to be dragged naked over the cobblestones. Fifty yards further, he stopped again and again the tension on his lead jerked him forward once again. Finally, he followed along docilely. Fear and rebellion roiled in his mind.

The tiny Elf led him naked down the cobblestone paved street lined with well-constructed houses built to Elven scale. He saw flower boxes on brightly painted window sills. He saw well-dressed Elves of either gender, both adults and youngsters, going about their business. More than a few turned and watched him as he passed, half walking, half trotting with his male paraphernalia jiggling on naked display.

The Elfess’ girl seemed utterly unconcerned about her nakedness. Boy and girl manlings were raised together in the Mannish settlements until they were separated at five year of age. He had never seen an older female naked. Older boys and girls were reared apart in different villages under the care of the much older nannies. He had never seen a nanny naked. He had never even imagined a nanny naked. How had he come to this place?

Tim had never seen Elves or their mannish mounts. The Elves looked as tiny as children but none could fail to see their authority over their larger, more powerful mounts. Unlike the nannies, always clad head to toe, the mounts had their female parts on naked display. Their faces distorted by their bits and bridles, they looked something other than mannish.

Now he shared the Elven street with naked mannish girls carrying well attired Elven riders, both Elves and Elfesses. Some girls were hitched to light buggies. He saw fewer mannish males like himself. Most pulled buggies. One carried a rider. He saw a team of six massive males, harnessed two by three, pulling a heavy wagon. Where the girls’ hair was kept long, the males head and facial hair was clipped to about half an inch. Their bodies were uniformly depilated.

More panicked than angry, he ran up and tried to knock over the damned Elfess, his prior efforts at resistance futile. He was larger even than her mount. However, the Elfess saw him closing and jabbed her mount with her spurs. The damned girl jumped forward and soon Tim was running hard simply to keep up. He dreaded a fall that would leave him dragged naked over the cobblestone street. The girl was thoroughly trained and conditioned. She ran easily. He was neither trained nor conditioned and soon he was struggling for air. The Elfess saw his

distress and slowed a bit. Tim resigned himself to following docilely and deriving what pleasure he could from his view of the girl’s very shapely, very female ass.

Tim came within two arms’ lengths. He had never been so close to a naked female of his kind. The old nannies who supervised the boys’ village were always clothed, head to toe. On the journey back to Glyn Aerona, the Elves’ naked mounts had never gotten so close and they had inspired raw fear and not this unfamiliar sweet and urgent feeling. He inhaled her musky scent. He felt a powerful stirring he had only experienced in the curious state between dreams and wakefulness. Without his understanding, his sex responded massively to her overwhelming nearness. No one paid him any heed.

He had fully regained his breath when the Elfess picked up the pace again. He ran hard but followed gamely.

Ultimately, they passed through a tall door to some sort of large building and stopped Tim was grateful for a chance to regain his breath. He hardly noticed when the Elfess signaled to her girl to kneel and neatly dismounted. She detached his lead and re-secured it quickly to a ring set in the wall at about the level of Tim’s waist, shoulder high for her. Tim looked about his new surroundings as the Elfess led her girl away. He saw the stalls that lined both walls and the row of posts down the center set about six feet apart. Try as he might, he was unable to free his wrists from the restraints. He was unable to remove the collar from his neck or the leash from the ring. Finally, he just pulled with all his considerable strength but the ring was set securely in the wall. The wall creaked, but he could not win free. Tim waited and some time passed. Apparently, patience was a paramount virtue in his new life. He wondered about the fate of his friends, Ric and Bil. They had shared the long drive from home to here, wherever here exactly was.

Hours passed. Finally the Elfess returned with three others, two Elves and one Elfess. They chattered excitedly in their high-pitched Elven voices though Tim did not understand a word of what they said. He saw that the Elfess and one of the males were was holding riding whips like that the damned Elves used on the long trek from the Mannish settlement. They looked like manling children but children did not carry whips. One male also carried a collar and an assortment of cuffs and chains. Two females slipped behind him but kept their distance, wary of his powerful legs. With two Elves in front and two behind, Tim didn’t know where to look first or second.

The Elfess took his lead in her small left hand. She looked so like a manling child! Its end was still secured to the ring in the wall. She tugged down it – gently but several times. Tim towered over her and pulled away angrily, shouting a torrent of invective. His vocalizations meant nothing to the Elves. Though he was a magnificent specimen, many just as powerful had been held by his bindings and none had ever won free. The Elfess did not pull back against the much larger, much stronger boy. Rather she released her grip and let the lead run through her gloved hand. She showed him the whip in her right hand and tried again. Tim pulled away again

defiantly and again she let the lead run through her fist. Hope sprouted. Tim started to derive a glimmer of pleasure from his successful rebellion.

Aderyn barked a command and reinforced her intruction with an unmistakable gesture.

Tim simply redoubled his mad struggles.

She studied him carefully and raised the whip in her right hand. Tim stared back insolently. Sadly, she nodded her head. The Elfess behind him struck.

Tim jumped once when the lash cut his rump and winced again when a second blow landed on the tender skin behind his knee.

He turned quickly to confront his assailant but Aderyn pulled sharply on his lead. He turned back to face her defiantly and she wielded her whip with precision. She struck him across the face, taking care to spare his eye. She was never cruel. Kindness required that the creature learn certain important lessons quickly. With a girl, the belly or thigh would have sufficed but this one had an urgent lesson to learn. The more quickly he learned, the less he would feel her lash. In truth, this was the kinder way.

She quickly won his attention and his sullen silence. She repeated her gesture but not her command. She tried not to repeat verbal commands lest the beast believe the command was “Kneel, kneel!” and not simply, “Kneel!” She struck him a second time and yanked down on his lead once more. He dropped promptly to his knees. Tim tasted the blood that dribbled form the cut. He did not take his eyes from her whip while the Elfess behind him hobbled his ankles with sturdy rope. Now, he would be unable to stand unless released. Aderyn coiled the whip at her belt and she rewarded her handiwork with a smile.

Even kneeling, Tim was still taller than the petite Elfess, who was in reality no smaller than most of her kind. She stood on sturdy platform grabbed his collar close to his neck and pulled up. From behind, someone fastened a two inch collar about his neck. Tim was startled but he kept his eyes on the Elfess and the whip in her right hand. The attached wrist cuffs fell over his brawny chest. Cuffs, linked by an eighteen inch cord, were fastened to his muscular arms above the elbows. Then two elves worked to wrestle his wrists into the cuffs attached to the collar, one at a time. His skin was slippery with sweat. He resisted until the Elfess tapped his cheek with her whip and then he simply stopped fighting. All the while she spoke to him in a soft calming voice. Her words were totally unintelligible to him. Suddenly, he very was aware of his fatigue. I must pick my time to fight, he thought. I’m just not likely to win today.

Now otherwise secured and hobbled, they freed him from his choker collar and waist chain. The security harness would limit his use of his hands and arms but permit the back and forth motion that a bipedal creature required for balance.

The Elfess attached a lead rope to his new collar. They freed his ankles and urged him to his feet. She led him out to the yard, keeping her grip close to his neck so that should he raise a foot to kick, she could pull him quickly off balance. Tim followed docilely.

Now he stood alone, tied to the hitching rail. Slyly, he tested his new restraints and found them secure. The harness prevented him from reaching back and unfastening his collar. He thought about the weeks that had passed since he had left his home. He had been naked and herded with a mob of naked filthy manlings like himself. They had peed and crapped in full view of one another. Any pretense of cleanliness had been beyond his reach. They had been packed together so closely in the night time enclosure that they could not but touch one another. The sight and stench of them had been overwhelming. He had watched the Elves groom their mounts and felt a tinge of jealousy. He had no love of filth. What have I let them do to me, he pondered? Has this little Elfess mastered me so easily? I really had little choice in the matter, he concluded, forgiving himself.

After a time, the Elfess returned, this time accompanied by a smaller version of herself who chattered endlessly, exuding a good natured exuberance. The older Elfess unhitched his lead and led him away. Tim resisted momentarily until she simply showed him her whip without even disrupting her animated conversation with the other Elfess. He then followed docilely.

Soon he was kneeling, his lead fastened to the grooming post. A four foot chain was looped about his neck and secured where the ends crossed. The free ends circled his wrists and were locked in place, leaving him doubly restrained. His lead was transferred to the chain circling his neck. Finally, the security harness was removed.

His body carried the filth of two weeks on the trail. His face was scraggly with the beginnings of a beard. Even with him kneeling, Aderyn had to stand on an inverted bucket to reach above his head. She washed him, much as a mother washes a child. She washed and clipped his head and facial hair, much like the other males he had seen. Head to waist, she washed him down with strong soap and coarse brushes. She urged him to his feet.

Tim stood. She scrubbed the muck between his brawny buttocks with a long handled brush. In truth, he had no loved of filth. She scrubbed his thighs and legs vigorously. His mind screamed rebellion but her hands felt so good on his body. She broke him utterly when she took his sex in her small Elven hand. She handled his male paraphernalia with no aversion but rather called to the other when she cleaned gently under his foreskin. She quipped about the male Elves’ pretentions. She seemed matter of fact when his traitorous body responded to her touch. Her hand could not encompass his girth but she worked him skillfully. She left him breathless and wanting. Except for size, he wasn’t all that different than an Elf. She coated him with a thick cold weatherepaste from neck to feet.

Now Tim knelt promptly upon command and Aderyn yanked a cord to drench him in a flood of water that washed away his filth and body hair. When she dried him with a soft cloth, his blazing anger was extinguished, leaving a subtle residue of smoldering dread. He did not resist

when she outfitted him with his safety harness. His arms were cuffed once above the elbow and again at the wrist. The upper cuffs were joined by a cord that passed behind his back. The wrist cuffs were joined collar. His cuffed ankles were hobbled by a loose cord. He could raise his hands to his face to feed himself and extend his arms to lower his hands to just above his waist. Loosely hobbled, he could walk but not run. He was unable to kick.

She led him back to his stall much subdued. She fastened his lead to a stay in the wall. There he found a bucket of clean water and food. He could kneel and use his hands to bring the food pellets to his mouth but he had to lower his head to drink. She watched for a few minutes and then she left him alone, closing and latching the door behind her. The straw on the floor was clean and fresh-smelling. Exhausted, physically and emotionally, Tim lay down and tried to find a modicum of comfort. Emotions roiling, he still slept. What had become of Ric and Bil? The first night passed quickly.