“Too bad!” Rurik snarled. “She’s mine!”
Samuel only nodded, clearly waiting to be told when he could leave. Olivia prayed that Rurik would dismiss Samuel. This torture was unbearable. She felt awful for Samuel, and she wanted Rurik to get on with whatever he was planning to do her today. The sooner he started, the sooner it would be over.
“Even if you were the best servant ever, I don’t know if I would let you touch this one,” Rurik said slowly to Samuel. “You have liked when I have shared my pets with you, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Master. You’ve been very generous,” Samuel said dutifully.
“Go on and smell her,” Rurik whispered.
Samuel looked at Rurik, unsure, but Rurik nodded and beckoned Samuel onward. Olivia held completely still. The idea of Rurik sharing his sex slaves with his servants was disgusting, but now she was panicked as to what would happen next. Samuel crept close, looking longingly at her. He bent down, putting his face near her hair, and inhaled deeply. He straightened up and looked back at Rurik. “Wonderful,” Samuel agreed.
Rurik chuckled darkly. “Go ahead,” he said quietly, “Run your hands up her legs. Feel how smooth her thighs are.”
Samuel hesitated and then looked back at Olivia. She gave him a quick nod of agreement. What else could she do? She could see that Samuel was torn. He obviously wanted to touch her, but Olivia believed he didn’t want to touch her without Olivia agreeing. He certainly didn’t want to be touching her on Rurik’s orders. Olivia squeezed her eyes shut and felt Samuel’s two hands on her right calf. His hands were nothing like Rurik’s. They felt smooth in comparison, and tender. Slowly, Samuel ran them up her calf and then along her thigh, his right hand grazing her inner thigh. Olivia opened her eyes in time to see Samuel give an involuntary shiver. He was aroused. When Olivia looked over at Rurik, she saw that he was aroused too. She should have known after her experience with Errgor. Rurik had enjoyed watching that beast fuck her almost as much as he enjoyed fucking her.
“Don’t stop,” Rurik whispered, his hand quickly moving up and down the length of his cock. “Push her legs open. Taste her newly fucked pussy.” Samuel’s head jerked up. “That’s right,” Rurik crooned. “She was a virgin.”
Olivia saw the pain in Samuel’s eyes. She lay back on the bed, wishing the lavender and sugar fragrance was there to calm her. She felt Samuel push her legs apart. Suddenly the blood began pumping in her veins. She watched Samuel, whose dark blue eyes were filled with a myriad of emotions. He licked his lips and lowered his mouth to her. Olivia wanted this. There was no magic mist making her feel aroused. She wanted Samuel between her thighs. She knew it would be real pleasure, nothing like what Rurik put her through.
She felt Samuel’s mouth graze her pussy, and she couldn’t help the small moan that escaped her lips. She felt Samuel freeze; clearly he had not been expecting that. Samuel moved his lips against her, rubbing against her soft skin, and pulling back his lips so his teeth grazed against her. The feeling was amazing and Olivia shivered from it. This was pleasure. Slowly, Samuel’s tongue snaked out of his mouth and he traced her outer lips with it. Then using his hands, he gently opened Olivia, flicking his tongue against her swollen clit.
“Ahh!” Olivia moaned, grasping at the bed behind her. Fueled by her moans of pleasure, Samuel worked harder, moving his entire mouth over her clit before sucking and pulling at it.
“Olivia,” Samuel moaned and suddenly Samuel was flying across the room.
“That’s enough!” Rurik cried, standing over the bed. “Get out!” Samuel hurried from the room and Rurik got up and fumbled with something and then closed the door.
“Mine, mine,” he crooned, petting Olivia as if she were a dog. Suddenly Olivia could smell the wonderful calming scent and she breathed deeply, hoping things would be over quickly. “I think Samuel enjoyed you a little too much,” he growled, narrowing his beady eyes. His face was so ugly, that Olivia had to look away.
Rurik lowered himself to Olivia’s pussy and his long tongue unrolled from his mouth. He moved it against her, making sure she felt him all over her, and Olivia gave in, knowing she wouldn’t be able to resist him now that she was high on the mist. She moaned loudly as his stubbly fingers pulled at her, pushing her open as he worked her clit. He sucked and teased, and Olivia could feel it swelling, could feel the delicate skin of her nub stretch tightly and she knew she would come for him.
Olivia’s mind knew it wasn’t right, but she moaned louder, her air coming out in gasping pants as Rurik’s beastly arms held open her thighs. His rough fingers cut into her skin and he groaned with desire. “Come. Come. Come,” he chanted.
Olivia let go, feeling the pleasure sweep over her as her body obeyed the beast. She shook wildly, her thighs trembling. She could feel her own juices flowing. Eagerly, Rurik lapped at her wetness and then thrust two fingers into her, widening and stretching her. Olivia groaned loudly, knowing that Rurik was preparing her for his cock. Pushing her hips up higher, so that they left the bed, Rurik spread her ass cheeks open and pushed his tongue into her anus. Olivia knew it was disgusting, but the mist made it feel so good. She didn’t recognize her own voice.
“More! More!” she screamed wildly. Rurik laughed a sick laugh and gave her just what she wanted; pushing his thick, long tongue as far as it would go into her asshole. Olivia shook wildly with arousal and Rurik placed one of his palms flat against her clitoris as he continued to lick her rim and then plunge inside her with his tongue. He began to move his flat palm against her, holding her in place but stimulating her at the same time. The feeling of being stimulated in her front and rear was more than Olivia’s body could handle; she still was so new to sexual pleasure.
She exploded again, screaming a loud guttural cry as she came hard, bucking against Rurik. She could feel herself bruise as she slammed into Rurik’s stony body. Her body was completely out of her control. Before her waves had even died down, Rurik stood up, dragging Olivia with him. He pulled Olivia up to him, shoving her dress up her thighs. He sank his teeth into her bare shoulder, biting her. Olivia cried out with pain. Holding Olivia tightly by her middle, Rurik moved behind her and tried to situate his large frame against her smaller one.
Olivia breathed in deeply, and let her head roll to the side as she waited for Rurik to enter her. She wanted him—all of him—inside her. Breathless with anticipation, she waited for Rurik and wasn’t disappointed when she felt him push into her. Rurik shrieked the way that only a monster could, and Olivia knew that it felt good for him. She couldn’t understand why Rurik liked her so much, but she couldn’t dwell on the thought because Rurik’s massive cock was sliding so deep within her that she thought she would split open.
“Agh!” she cried out, her voice high and wanton.
“Take me!” Rurik snarled as he thrust deep within her again.
Olivia’s body sagged against Rurik’s thick hands, and she let him take complete control, her body flopping around like a rag doll as he continued to push into her depths. Olivia tried to squeeze her muscles around Rurik to hold him inside her, but he was so thick and so powerful that Olivia was rendered useless.
Rurik grunted with each thrust, and Olivia could feel his powerful legs moving behind her as he used them to propel himself inside her. Holding her with one hand, he let his other hand run up and down her bare shoulders. His breath was hot and heavy against her neck and Olivia could feel her nipples harden through the thin material of her dress.
As if completely in tune with her body, Rurik used his free hand to massage her breasts, letting Olivia’s flesh roll around in his big hands. Rurik began to quicken his pace and Olivia knew what was coming. She readied herself and felt Rurik’s hand slide south to her throbbing pussy. He moved two thick fingers against her clit, rubbing her quickly, as he slid in and out of her wet opening.
Olivia came first, crying out as she trembled against Rurik’s body. Rurik followed moments later, his cry of lust echoing off the walls and a
ll around them. Olivia felt the thick spurts of semen filling her. Rurik withdrew, and his semen ran down Olivia’s legs. Rurik left Olivia standing in the middle of the room, with his seed streaming down her legs, and disappeared into the bathroom. Seconds later Olivia heard the water running and Rurik came to collect her.
Speaking not a word, he yanked her dress over her head and carried her to the tub. The lavender was long gone now and Olivia’s head throbbed from the lack thereof and the overwhelming sick realization of what had just happened. Again. It was strange that Rurik didn’t speak, but he seemed to enjoy soaping Olivia. Olivia thought back to her painting and her friends and family, anything to keep her mind off of the disgusting creature that had his hands all over her naked body. Mercifully, Rurik finished quickly and left Olivia in the tub while he answered the door to allow Nae to come in. Nae kept her head down and moved quickly to Olivia, opening a fluffy robe for her. Olivia gratefully scrambled into the robe and silently followed Nae into the hall.
“Nae,’’ she began.
Nae whirled around, her eyes filled with anger and embarrassment. “Don’t speak of it!” Olivia shrank back, not used to such outbursts from her. She followed Nae back down to her room. “I’m sorry I snapped at you,” Nae said softly as she unlocked the door. “I’m ashamed. Please. I can’t speak of it.”
Olivia walked into her room and nearly screamed. Michael was sitting on the bed, holding a small iron rod.
“Do you have to?” Nae demanded.
“What’s going on?” Clearly Nae understood what was going on but Olivia was clueless.
“Gorside’s orders,” Michael said, with a nasty smile.
“I’m sorry,” Nae said, “Michael is going to brand you.”
“What?”
“With your number. Most of the prisoners have it.”
Olivia suddenly understood and began backing away towards the door. “There’s been enough torture,” she protested.
Michael stood up and grabbed her by her hand, yanking her towards the bed. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” he paused to look at Olivia. “I personally like the hard way because it means I get to lay on top of you and hold you down.” Olivia felt bile rise in her throat.
“Sit on the bed, Olivia,” Nae said quietly. “Hold out your wrist. It will only take a second.” Tears ran down Olivia’s cheeks, but she listened to Nae, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Nae sat beside her and held her free hand. Olivia could see the disappointment on Michael’s face and she was happy not to give him that small satisfaction.
Michael grabbed her other hand, shoving the robe up her arm. He rubbed the delicate skin at her wrist and then without warning shoved the burning iron against her skin. Olivia shrieked with pain, falling onto the bed as Nae tried to steady her. It was over, but Olivia continued to cry, cradling her sore wrist. She heard Michael leave, but she could only think about the white-hot pain of her wrist. Sobbing quietly, she sat up, turning her back to Nae and continuing to cradle her wrist.
“Olivia—”
“Leave,” Olivia said harshly. Olivia wanted everyone gone, including Nae. She heard Nae stand up and leave the room, the door quietly clicking shut behind her. Olivia curled up into a ball and cried until she felt that she had no tears left.
* * *
A few hours later, after Olivia’s wrist had begun to throb slightly less and she had finished feeling sorry for herself, she rang her bell, hoping it was near dinnertime. She dressed quickly in her pajamas and Michael opened the door. Olivia didn’t know whether she was relieved or worried that it wasn’t Samuel. Nasty as ever, Michael pushed and prodded her down the hall as if she were cattle, and she came into the small kitchen room. It was empty besides Nae who was sitting with her head on the table. Upon closer look, Olivia could see Nae’s shoulders going up and down. She was crying.
“Nae!” Olivia said. “What happened? Is it about earlier? I’m sorry.”
Michael snickered. “That bitch got what she deserved. She was a troublemaker.”
Olivia looked between Michael and Nae, confused. How did Nae get what she deserved? Michael laughed again and left.
“Nae? What happened? What did they do to you?”
“It’s not me,” Nae wailed, picking her head up from the table and looking at Olivia with red-rimmed eyes. “It’s Emily.”
Olivia felt the blood drain from her face. What had happened to Emily? She had forgotten about the fresh bruises she had seen that morning. She had been so wrapped up in herself that she had barely noticed.
“What’s happened to her?” she asked in a barely audible voice.
“He killed her! I warned her! She pushed him too far! She already had too many chances.”
Olivia sat down woodenly; disbelieving that Emily was actually dead. She remembered Emily smirking, saying that Gorside had only kept her around because she was a good fuck. “How?”
“I don’t know the details,” Nae sobbed, “All I know is that Samuel and Michael had to go in and get her body a few hours ago. Samuel said she had been beaten pretty badly.”
Olivia didn’t know what to say. She had known this place was terrible and she knew that they were in real danger, but something about Emily’s death made everything more real. “I can’t believe it,” she said to herself, sitting at the table.
Nae sniffed and shook her head in agreement. She stood quickly, “I’m sorry, Olivia, let me get you your plate.”
“It’s fine! I don’t need to eat!”
“Of course you do,” Nae snapped. “You’re going to need your strength – especially if Gorside decides he wants you.”
“What?” Olivia whipped her head around. “He can’t! I belong to Rurik!”
Nae laughed coldly. “That doesn’t matter! Gorside is the Master! He takes whatever he wants. He brought you for Rurik, and he can just as easily take you.” Nae softened when she saw how upset Olivia looked. “Let’s hope Rurik hasn’t been singing your praises,” she added quietly.
Olivia felt sick and she forced herself to hold down the food she mechanically put into her mouth. Sex with Rurik was bad enough, but Rurik was an absolute prince compared to his father.
“At least she’s out of this hell hole,” Nae said quietly. “He can’t hurt her anymore and she was spared having to carry his child.”
“Was she pregnant?” Olivia asked disbelieving.
Nae nodded. “She had just found out. I wonder if she provoked him on purpose…” she trailed off, shaking her head as she busied herself at the sink.
Olivia tried to digest the information but she just couldn’t. It was too much. And the one creature she wanted to talk to more than anyone was Leo. Monster or not, Leo understood Olivia in a way the others didn’t. And like Olivia, he was a prisoner too.
“Did Rurik give me Rec Room time?” Olivia asked distractedly.
“Oh, yes, I forgot. An hour today.”
Once Olivia was finished, Nae led her upstairs. “I’m sorry about Emily. I know you liked her,” Olivia said as she got out of the elevators.
“I like all you girls,” Nae said somberly.
Leo was in the Rec Room, along with two other creatures that Olivia had never seen before. At least, not in the Rec Room. Perhaps she had passed their cages in the dungeon. One creature was covered in slimy scales, and had a long green tail. His green head resembled that of a human, but the rest of him was reptilian. The other monster had two large wings that were folded up along his body, and a gruesome head that was covered in tufts of black hair. He was hideous. Leo had been so deep in conversation with the others that he hadn’t heard Olivia at first. When he saw Olivia, his snout twisted into a grin and he came to her side.
“I want you to meet Frederick and Jeff. I was just telling them about our plan.”
“Our plan?” Olivia whispered. “Can you trust them?”
“Yes,” Leo said confidently.
“How can you be sure?”
“Because I know them.”
Olivia took a deep breath. After Emily’s death she was even more focused on escaping this nightmare. She didn’t want to take any chances.
“So what? We might think we can trust a lot of people, but we can’t.”
Leo studied her closely. “You’re upset over the girl Emily.” Olivia nodded, feeling her shoulders slump. Leo touched Olivia softly with one of his paws. Before it would have made Olivia cringe, but it didn’t bother her now. “I know Frederick and Jeff. They were brought here with me. They were my ser—, I mean, my friends.”
Now Olivia studied Leo and then turned to peer at the other two monsters. She shrugged. What choice did she have? She and Lep were sure to need help. “I’m worried that Gorside might take me from Rurik. He might want me for his own,” Olivia blurted out.
Leo stilled and then spoke quickly. “He can’t. He could kill you! He needs a replacement.”
“I know! But how is that going to happen?” she moaned.
“One of his damn monkey guards will have to find him one,” Leo said to himself, as he began pacing the floor. Frederick and Jeff stayed back, watching.
Guards? Did Leo mean Samuel or Michael? Were they responsible? “What do you mean?” she spoke up. “I thought I stumbled into this universe and Michael and Samuel just came to collect me.”
“Yes that can happen. I believe that you were handpicked though. And then a portal was set up somewhere that you would cross. Samuel and Michael have picked women before. What we need is for one of them to pick a new woman, instead of using what’s already here,” he said, motioning at Olivia. Olivia swallowed. That would mean forcing an unsuspecting woman to come here. How could Olivia want that? “Too bad we don’t have an in with the guards,” Leo muttered.
There was a long pause. “I do,” she said quietly. Leo stopped and looked at her. “I do. Samuel. He has some kind of thing for me. Feelings. I don’t have any feelings for him,” she said quickly, unsure of why she felt she had to explain herself to Leo. “But he’s told me that before, and I’ve told him to leave me alone.”
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