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  It was Rurik’s room.

  Rurik was nowhere to be seen but Olivia didn’t mind. She peeled off her slinky dress and moved to the couch. She let her fingers graze over her pale skin as she caressed herself. She was not wearing a bra and her nipples hardened as she gently rubbed them.

  Her hands slid across her stomach until they moved beneath her navel. Slipping her fingers between the thin material of her panties, she tugged her underwear down until they fell to the ground in a heap. She sprawled across the couch, basking in her nakedness.

  She heard heavy footsteps and her heart beat excitedly knowing that Rurik was near. Rurik’s hulking shape appeared in the doorway and Olivia smiled, spreading her legs wide open, giving Rurik a full view of her pinkness.

  Rurik smiled a wicked smile and moved towards her, his hand stroking the growing erection between his legs.

  “What do you want me to do to you?” he growled.

  “Fuck me,” Olivia whimpered, “Please!”

  In an instant, Rurik was beside her, his rough brown hands grasping at her thighs, pushing them up into the air and spreading them wide apart. Olivia fell back on to the couch, her head falling softly against the cushion.

  Rurik moved between her thighs, his mouth pushing against her sex. Olivia moaned as she felt his hot breath against her delicate skin. Rurik’s tongue was rough as he licked her, but Olivia loved it, and she writhed beneath him, moaning wantonly.

  Rurik pulled away, pushing a finger deep inside her. Olivia cried out as she felt his finger fill her. He slid it in and out, making Olivia turn to putty beneath him. Just as Olivia felt her body ready to explode, Rurik flipped her over so that her ass was in the air.

  Rurik groaned deep in his throat, his hands moving greedily over her soft backside. He squeezed hard, pushing his mouth between her seam and licking hungrily. Olivia screamed with the sensation, feeling the pleasure that moved across her front and back. Rurik sank his teeth into her left ass cheek, something that made Olivia yelp with pain, but then moan with pleasure only moments afterwards. Rurik moved his fingers along her aching pussy.

  “You’re ready for me,” he groaned, flipping Olivia onto her back again. Olivia cried out as Rurik shoved her legs apart, and grasped his thick cock. He hovered over her, his swollen tip mere inches from her opening. Olivia begged him again to enter her and then squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his tip push against her opening.

  Olivia’s eyes flew open and she bolted upright, panting. What was this feeling? Had she been dreaming, or had it been real? It had felt real. And this feeling that Olivia now felt, she thought, was arousal. She knew enough even though she hadn’t experienced much herself, and she cautiously moved her hand under the band of her panties. She moved it to her sex, and slid her fingers against her opening. Sure enough, she was wet.

  Olivia closed her eyes in worry, trying to understand how this had happened. She had just experienced some type of sex dream involving Rurik—that she had liked—and now she had woken up to find her body physically aroused.

  Shoving off her covers, she jumped up and hurried to the sink, splashing cold water on her face. It had been a long, frightening, and confusing day. Her heart sank as she realized that no, she was not in fact dreaming, and she had to come to terms with the hard truth that she was truly a prisoner here. Feeling wearier than ever, she climbed back in bed and fell back asleep.

  It seemed like only moments later, but Olivia’s body was rested enough to know that she awoke hours later. Since there were no windows or clocks, Olivia had no idea what the time was, or how long she had actually slept. She wasn’t sure if she should ring the buzzer or wait for someone.

  Her stomach growled.

  Olivia realized she hadn’t eaten in nearly twenty-four hours, and that made her ring the buzzer. She sat on the bed to see if anything would happen. Two minutes later, she heard the door being unlocked and she froze, waiting to see who would greet her. To her relief, it wasn’t Samuel or Michael. It seemed to be another nymph.

  The nymph smiled at her. “Do you need something before we start your day?”

  “Yes, breakfast please.”

  “Follow me,” the nymph said, pulling the door wide open. Olivia followed dutifully, wondering fleetingly if she could escape this small nymph.

  “I’m Nae,” the nymph said as she continued to walk at a brisk pace. “Don’t attempt to escape. Just because I’m not one of the brawny male guards, doesn’t mean that I can’t take you down.”

  Olivia wondered if one of Nae’s other skills was mind reading.

  They didn’t enter any other stairwells, but instead turned down a corridor and entered a small room. There was a wooden table with four chairs. A young woman sat at the table, eating breakfast, her eyes faraway and glazed over.

  Nae motioned for Olivia to sit, and she did. Nae disappeared behind another door and came back moments later with a tray of breakfast. As Nae placed it down in front of her, she whispered in her ear, “You’re lucky to have a bed and to eat in this room. Most of the other women are down in the dungeon. Don’t piss him off.”

  Olivia looked up at her quickly, knowing her eyes held a million questions.

  Nae mouthed, “Not now.”

  Sighing, Olivia began to eat her eggs and some type of porridge. She couldn’t help but keep glancing over at the other young woman. The woman seemed oblivious to Olivia’s arrival. She had long curly blonde hair and big grey eyes. She was very beautiful and Olivia guessed they were similar in age.

  “Are you finished, Emily?” Nae gently asked the other young woman. Emily’s head snapped up, her eyes still blank. She nodded slowly, and mechanically stood from her chair. She was wearing the same pajamas as Olivia. As she moved passed Olivia, she noticed that Emily had a small number seven on the inside of her wrist.

  “Don’t anger Gorside,” Nae whispered quickly to Emily as she reached for the doorknob. “You won’t get another chance.”

  Olivia gasped, realizing that this young woman must belong to Gorside. Emily’s head whipped around and her eyes came into focus as she narrowed them at Olivia.

  “This will kill you, too,” Emily whispered, her eyes boring into Olivia. Frightened, Olivia wanted to look away but couldn’t.

  “Oh no, they won’t literally kill you. That would be too kind. Instead, they kill you on the inside.”

  Nae gently shoved her and Emily disappeared out the door.

  “Don’t listen to her,” Nae said, but Olivia heard her half-hearted tone; they both knew that Emily had spoken the truth.

  “So what happens today?” Olivia asked bravely, partly wanting the day to be over.

  “After you eat your breakfast, you will go back down to dressing room number eight where Calista and Daphne will prep you. You are scheduled to spend the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon with Rurik.”

  Olivia nodded, losing her appetite. She lingered over breakfast a bit longer anyway and then followed Nae down to Calista and Daphne.

  Calista and Daphne were upbeat, smiling and talking cheerfully as they tried to raise Olivia’s spirits. Olivia smiled weakly at them, and allowed them to lead her around the bathroom, washing her hair, shaving her legs, waxing her. Olivia hardly felt the pain or sting from the hot wax.

  She was primped and prepped and finally thrust in front of the mirror. It took her a moment to recognize her own reflection. Her hair had been skillfully curled and gently teased, giving her an angelic look. Her eyebrows had been plucked, making her look even softer, and her bright eyes popped against the soft eye shadow. She was dressed in a cream column dress that draped over one shoulder, leaving her other shoulder completely exposed. The dress fell softly down to the ground and Olivia could just make out the delicate gold heels she was wearing.

  “Beautiful,” Calista sighed.

  “Gorgeous,” Daphne agreed.

  Olivia tried to express her gratitude, but she couldn’t.

  “Let’s get this over with,” she murmured.
The nymphs led her out of the room, and Olivia came face to face with Michael’s sneering features.

  “You look delicious,” Michael groaned in a sick way that made Olivia want to sink through the floor. Robotically, she followed Michael to Rurik’s room, and she found herself being led inside. She sat on the couch, which had haunted her dreams, and she waited for Rurik to appear.

  As she waited, she began to smell a different scent fill the room. It was lovely, and Olivia closed her eyes, inhaling the calming scent. It was a mix of lavender and something else sweet. If Olivia truly tried, she could almost imagine that she was laying somewhere in a field of wild flowers, the bright sun beating down on her.

  As she continued to inhale the scent, she felt her body begin to relax. She began to feel loose and free, and a strange warm sensation was creeping over her body. The sensation was foreign and familiar at the same time. With a jolt, Olivia realized this was how she felt in her dream.

  Aroused.

  Olivia’s mind went pleasantly blank and she lounged across the couch, actually looking forward to Rurik’s entrance. She didn’t have to wait long, for moments later Rurik came into the room. His deep groan of satisfaction let Olivia know that he found her attractive.

  “You are too beautiful for this room,” he breathed, picking her up as if she were light as paper. He carried her down a hall and opened another door. Olivia felt as if she was suddenly transported to a lovely hotel. The room was dimly lit, with electric light, not torches, and a giant, inviting bed took up most of the room.

  Rurik laid her on the sheets and Olivia had never felt anything so soft.

  “I will try to be gentle,” Rurik gasped, his thick hands tugging at her single strap. It fell down, exposing her breasts. Rurik’s massive hands moved across her breasts, easily groping them both in one hand. He massaged and tugged them, the feeling rough but pleasurable. Olivia heard her own voice cry out with the pleasure and pain of it, her nipples hardening. Rurik brought his mouth against each nipple, his sharp teeth grazing her sensitive nipples as he licked and bit softly.

  “Did you like your dream?” he groaned.

  Olivia looked wildly at him. Had he caused her dream?

  “I sent it,” he whispered before his hands groped at her, squeezing her ass hard in the palm of his hands. Olivia tried to focus on his words, but at that moment she looked down to see his giant cock beginning to lengthen.

  “Touch me,” Rurik ordered.

  Tentatively, Olivia reached down to his cock, running her hands along it’s bumpy ridges. Slowly, she began to caress it, sliding her hands back and forth as she felt it throb under her fingers. Rurik groaned, and he pushed Olivia down on the bed, hiking her dress up as he shoved her legs apart, just like the dream.

  Rurik’s thick, rough head was between her thighs, his mouth hot and heavy against her sex. He wasted no time, bringing his mouth to her pussy, sucking and pulling at her clit. Olivia shrieked with the intense sensation, and Rurik backed off, sensing it was too much. He gently slid his tongue out between his putrid lips, flicking softly against her tender skin. Olivia writhed with pleasure, bucking under Rurik as he pushed her higher and higher. Olivia could feel herself moistening as her thighs trembled.

  Rurik was relentless, his tongue strumming against her as he pushed the tip of his tongue near her opening. Olivia moaned wantonly, as she felt the slight pressure of his massive tongue at her pussy. Slowly, Rurik pressed his tongue in further, not wanting to hurt her. The full sensation was mind-blowing, but just as Olivia thought she could take no more, Rurik withdrew his tongue.

  “You’re not ready for my cock just yet,” he said hoarsely, sliding his fingers in her arousal. “I’m going to fuck you a different way.”

  Taking his index finger, he pushed it against Olivia’s sex and she cried out. His finger was thick and rough, and Olivia wanted him to shove it inside her. Slowly, Rurik pushed just the tip of his finger in, and Olivia cried out as she stretched open. Breathing heavily, Olivia knew that Rurik’s finger was not as large as a human cock, but it was still large enough

  Rurik groaned as he felt Olivia’s pussy clench around his finger. He pushed in deeper, and Olivia moaned. Not able to hold back any longer, Rurik pushed his entire finger inside of Olivia and began fucking her. Olivia writhed from the pleasure, feeling Rurik push his finger from side to side against her four snug walls.

  “Come,” Rurik ordered and Olivia knew what he meant; he wanted her to let go. She let go, allowing her body to buck and twist as she experienced her first orgasm, her eyes flying open as she studied Rurik’s grotesque face. She moaned and whimpered as her body continued to shake on its own accord, until finally she stilled, her chest rising and falling quickly.

  “Touch me,” Rurik ordered, and Olivia reached up to wrap her hands around his thick cock. She began rubbing and stroking him, feeling him throb against her hands.

  “You are mine!” Rurik growled, before his cock jerked hard in her hand. Seconds later, his tip opened and thick, creamy semen flowed out in generous spurts. Olivia cried out with arousal, as Rurik emptied himself along her thighs, pussy, and belly. She felt the warmth of him against her skin, and she knew that this was his way of leaving his mark on her. Rurik’s body shook, and he brought his thick hands to her body, rubbing his juices all over her.

  His eyes were wild and crazed and he cried out a deep animal noise as he continued to spurt and smear his semen over Olivia’s body. When he finally finished, he stood up.

  “Stay here with my seed all over you,” he growled before leaving the room.

  Olivia lay perfectly still on the bed, not realizing what had just happened. She had experienced her first orgasm, and then Rurik had emptied himself on her. Olivia inhaled deeply, hoping the sweet lavender scent would calm her. But she smelled nothing, and she began to panic. She began to comprehend what she had just been a part of and she felt sick. Somehow she had been aroused and engaged, loving the experience with Rurik, but now she felt repulsed by it. She knew she couldn’t move and she didn’t want to find out what would happen if she disobeyed Rurik’s orders.

  Instead, she lay on the bed, covered in Rurik’s fluids. After what felt like hours, Rurik came in for her. Her body was sore and stiff from remaining still, and Rurik led her to a marble bathtub, where he proceeded to undress her and bathe her. Olivia could tell this aroused him and she tried to focus on the fact that she was finally getting clean.

  Rurik drained the tub, and lifted Olivia out, placing her on his floor, naked.

  “That will be all for today. Tomorrow I will fuck you properly.”

  He left the room, and Olivia sagged to the ground with relief, knowing that for now the nightmare was over. She would deal with tomorrow when it came. She hurriedly dressed, and made her way towards the exit. She threw the door open and saw Samuel waiting for her. She never imagined she could be so happy to see him, and she nearly wept. Samuel studied her, his expression unreadable once more, and he led her back down to room number eight with the bed. Olivia was hungry and figured that it was probably near dinnertime.

  She didn’t care.

  Instead she peeled off the white dress, and crawled atop the bed, curling up naked, before falling fast asleep.

  *

  Olivia woke with a start; certain she had slept only an hour or so. Chilly from not having any clothes on, she pulled on the nearby fresh pair of lavender pajamas. Her stomach growled, and she pressed the buzzer.

  Minutes later, Nae arrived with a tray of delicious looking food. Olivia took the tray gratefully and sat on the bed as she dug in. Nae lingered as Olivia began to eat.

  “You pleased Rurik greatly today,” Nae said quietly.

  Olivia gave her a hard stare and continued to eat, not sure what the proper response was in this situation.

  “You’ve been granted some free time this evening.”

  “Free time?”

  “Yes. After you eat, I’m allowed to take you upstairs to the rec room.” />
  Olivia sighed. “Nae, I appreciate you being kind to me, but can you please explain a little better?”

  Nae quickly sat on the bed. “Prisoners who have been obedient are sometimes given chunks of time upstairs in the Rec Room. There are windows, couches, books, and games. Things that are normally considered fun for you humans.”

  Olivia was excited and saddened by her reward.

  “I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”

  When Nae returned, Olivia was ready and waiting, anxious to see the Rec Room. Surprisingly, Nae led Olivia to an elevator that was hidden behind a wall and it whisked them upwards. The doors slid open to a vast and lofty space. Smiling widely, Olivia stepped out of the elevator and looked around. The room was circular and seemed to be in a tower of sorts. There were panoramic windows lining the walls.

  “The windows are thick and break-proof. Don’t get any ideas,” Nae muttered. The land outside was lush, green, and wooded. It was also far below. Olivia ran to the window, pressing her nose to the glass. The sun was just starting to set and the outside looked lovely.

  “You have thirty minutes today. I’ll collect you in a half hour,” Nae said before disappearing.

  After Olivia had her fill of taking in the outdoor surroundings through the thick glass, she turned back to the room. She hadn’t noticed that there were two other occupants. One was a human girl who didn’t look much older than seventeen. She had a sweet, young face, and bright red hair that was braided down her back. She was nestled on an oversized couch, reading a worn copy of Little Women.

  The other person in the room was actually not a person, but a monster. He resembled a human in size, though his skin was a sickening gray. His face resembled that of a wolf, with a snout along with a full set of teeth. He had beady yellow eyes, and pointy ears that protruded from the top of his head. Strangely, he was dressed in ragged human clothes, unlike Gorside or Rurik. He was wearing torn brown pants and a ripped black shirt. She had stared too long and the beast had noticed; now making eye contact. Quickly, Olivia turned away but not before she had caught the monster’s interest.