Lucy's eyelids flickered. They felt heavy. Her head ached when she shifted it. She was sitting on something soft. A couch? No, an armchair. Her hands were up above her head. When she tried to move them, she couldn't. Something was wrapped around each wrist, holding her arms in place.

She struggled to open her tired eyes. It was blurry, but she could make out a fire in the hearth. She realized suddenly that she wasn't at home. She wasn't at the mansion where she and her siblings were staying with an old professor. So what was she doing here?

She went over things in her mind. She and her siblings were playing hide and seek. Did she hide in a room with a fireplace? No, she hid in a wardrobe. And then suddenly she was in a snowy forest. Then there was a faun.... Of course, that was where she was. In Tumnus the faun's house. She remembered now--the tea, the music, and then feeling drowsy.

Looking up at her hands, she saw that thin ropes had been wrapped around her wrists tightly. The ropes went around the back of the armchair. Again she tried to pull loose, but the knots were too strong.

She heard a noise and turned her head to the left. Tumnus was crouching in the corner, his head bowed. "Forgive me," he said quietly. "I'm a terrible faun."

"Mr. Tumnus, what have you done?" Lucy demanded.

"It's not what I've done," Tumnus told her. "It's what I'm doing."

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm kidnapping you. It was the White Witch. She told us that if any humans came around we were supposed to turn them over to her." Lucy's eyes widened in fear. "Mr. Tumnus, you wouldn't!" she exclaimed. "I thought you were my friend!"

Tumnus finally looked up at her. There was sadness in his eyes, but something else too. The way he looked at her wasn't quite right. "I'm sorry, Lucy. But I've already sent word through the trees. The Witch's wolves will be here soon."

Lucy was even more frightened to hear that wolves were coming for her. She knew that wolves were vicious of course, so she suspected they were coming to eat her.

When Tumnus stood, Lucy immediately noticed something out of place. Just above the space between his legs, something long and thin was sticking out of his fur. She knew without a doubt that it hadn't been there before. She had no idea what it was, but clearly it was attached to him.

Tumnus walked across the room to her, his hooves clopping on the floor. Lucy hoped he was having second thoughts and was going to release her. But he knelt down in front of her and removed her shoes. Lucy thought that was a little odd.

Tumnus pulled the skirt of dress out from under her and hooked his rough fingers into her tights. Lucy struggled and kicked her legs, but the faun didn't seem to care. He began to pull her tights down her legs. Lucy squeezed them together, hoping that would stop him from removing them, but eventually he managed to get them off.

Lucy blushed red and crossed one leg over the other to cover her private spot. The only time anyone ever saw her naked was when her mother or sister helped her bathe. She'd grown used to them seeing her, but was humiliated to be so exposed in front of Tumnus.

Despite his weak looks, Tumnus was strong, and he pulled her legs apart and spread them to gaze at her privates. Lucy told him to stop and he completely ignored her.

"I'm sorry, Lucy," Tumnus said. "But ever since the White Witch... there aren't many of us left. I need this so badly."

Tumnus positioned himself between her legs until his rod was poking at her privates. Lucy watched his face with scared eyes. She wanted him to look at her and see just how frightened she was, but he was focusing on her lower half.

Lucy suddenly felt Tumnus pushing into her. Her eyes popped out and she screamed with pain. It burned horribly as he kept going in. "Stop it!" she cried. "Oh it hurts!" The further it went, the more intense the pain got. She felt that he was killing her. It would never end.

Tumnus paused and Lucy opened her eyes, which she'd squeezed shut. Looking down, she saw that Tumnus's rod had disappeared into her. She felt the rough hair on his legs tickling her thighs. Lucy whimpered and Tumnus panted. They stared at each other. Lucy pleaded with her eyes and she was sure Tumnus looked guilty. Maybe he'd take it out.

Tumnus did start to take it out, but then he pushed it back in again, making Lucy yelp. Tumnus did it again. She sobbed and watched the thing go in and out of her. Slowly out, then quickly back in. She felt it every time it went deep inside of her. She thought that if her dress was lifted up, maybe she'd be able to see it.

Tumnus tugged her a little closer to the edge so that her butt was almost hanging off, and then he started going faster. The pain was making her lightheaded and her whole body was quivering uncontrollably. She knew by now that he wasn't going to stop, and yet she couldn't keep herself from begging him to.

The faun was panting and moaning, but it didn't look like he was in pain. He rather looked like he was enjoying himself.

Soon he was thrusting in and out so quickly that Lucy was too weak to scream anymore. Instead she just whimpered and mumbled inaudible words.

After a while (Lucy wasn't sure how long) Tumnus's moans got louder. He jammed his rod in and out a few more times and then suddenly pulled it out. He rubbed his hand on it, keeping it pointed at Lucy's burning privates. Then something warm and wet sprayed out of the end all over her private area, coming out in thin streams. She wondered if this was what faun urine looked like. Maybe he'd peed on her. Whatever it was, she didn't much care. She was just so glad it was over.

Tumnus walked over to the other armchair, sat down, and closed his eyes. There was a big smile on his face. Lucy noticed that the strange rod was shrinking and somehow sliding back into his fur until it disappeared. For some reason it scared Lucy. She'd never seen anything like it.

Hardly a minute later, Lucy heard the door slam open. Tumnus jumped to his feet and looked behind Lucy fearfully. She heard growls. The wolves were here. They were going to eat her.

Three wolves ran in front of Lucy, snarling at her, showing pointed white teeth. She found the strength enough to scream. Her screams grew louder when she felt hot breath on her wrists, and teeth grazing the skin on her hands. A moment later, her hands dropped. The wolves had bitten through the ropes.

One of the wolves turned to Tumnus and spoke. "Well done, Tumnus. The queen will reward you for your loyalty."

Tumnus nodded, looking grateful but still scared.

The wolf that had spoken turned back to Lucy and growled at her. "Get up and walk," he said.

Lucy timidly got to her feet. Her body ached from what Tumnus had just done to her, but it seemed at this point that maybe the wolves weren't going to eat her. She didn't want to change that by not cooperating.

The wolves nudged her out the door, growling the whole way. She didn't look back at the faun. The first step onto the snow in her bare feet was terrible. The cold crept up her legs and she felt it on her privates. It soothed the pain a little, but the frozen ground brought a different kind of pain to her feet. Still, she walked on, not wanting to give the wolves a reason to hurt her. But after five minutes or so, her feet were so awfully numb that she couldn't stand anymore.

Lucy nearly stumbled. When she tried to catch her balance, she fell backward. The wolves started growling at her to get up, but then they stopped. Lucy realized that the skirt of her dress had landed above her privates, revealing her nakedness. She was still covered in Tumnus's white liquid, but it was more of a flaky powder now.

Lucy's eyes widened in horror when she saw rods growing out of the wolves. They didn't look quite like Tumnus's. They were longer, reddish, and almost pointed.

Lucy quickly tried to cover up her nakedness, but the wolf who had spoken leapt onto her and barked right in her face, which she covered with her hand. A moment later, she felt the wolf's rod being shoved quickly into her. She cried out and heard her own scream echo through the trees. The wolf pounded her in quick, constant thrusts.

The poor girl turned her drooping eyes to the other four wolves. They were pacing back and forth, their rods almost jerking underneath them, clearly waiting for their own turns to have their way with her.

As pain and cold possessed her body, she wished the wolves would just eat her and end her misery. Why of all places did she have to hide in the wardrobe?