This story has been long in the making. I've had the idea in the back of mind for years now and I finally sat down to feed it and see how it would grow. It has chapters in several different categories, though mostly BDSM, Non-consent, Group and Lesbian. I highly recommend reading in order. As always, please let me know what you think
DemoonKatjie
She became lost on the grounds. She had been told the compound was large, that if you weren't told there were quarters for the servants on the other end you would never know. Nika had found the meditation maze that was in the very center of everything. She had been told by Esella that the Master visited it regularly to clear his mind. The white and varied shades of gray stones created striking Celtic knots around the rim and the meditation walk itself was beautiful in it's simplicity. Surrounded by trees with only a small gap that allowed entry, one could almost believe that they had been transported somewhere else.
Nika followed the path down the grounds away from the manor house. Her day off from the library and no guests in the compound, she was free to as much time as she wanted. Sir had even left to full fill duties for the Master. The grass tickled her feet. The sun heated her skin. The seasons were turning, the area was in full fledged autumn and she still didn't know where they were. What could it hurt to know the country they were in? It wouldn't help her. That much she knew.
She eventually found on of the long walls. The compound was essentially a rectangle, walls to tall to see the guards that walked the top. She followed it to the back. She came to a small lake in the corner. Nika could just make out the other side beneath the corner in the wall.
Sitting on the shore was a small building about twenty by thirty, the last ten feet reaching out over the water. The door was unlocked, entering to find a comfortable sitting room. Everything here was designed for comfort, for ease. They served the elite, for who else could afford to come to a remote country and spend a weekend to two weeks surrounded by beautiful women who's only concern was for your pleasure and happiness.
The short wall over the water was prominently glass and French doors. They led to a deck maybe ten by twenty that a sturdy bridge connected to. The bridge reached out over the waters attached to a small gazebo towards the middle of the lake. From there were two more bridges that reached a slightly larger gazebo each. Nika made her way across to the farthest. She watched as birds and simple water plants floated along.
Kneeling down on the bridge that spanned between the small gazebo to the larger one she looked down into the waters to find a large frog looking up at her from a lily pad. Nika smiled and returned to her walk when the frog had jumped into the waters and swam away. The gazebo was all unpainted, stained wood with over stuffed cushions on benches that circled along the walls. In the afternoon light she watched birds dive at fish, lost in her thoughts.
Nine months gone. Brought here in early spring. Picked up on her way to a meeting and dropped in the middle of no where. So many things learned. That she was stronger than she thought. Who would have guessed the shy and unstable girl living in hippy-ville could with stand this? She had been used, abused and taken in ways she had never thought possible. But in the end she took pleasure where she could and watched, and learned. She had been told by Sir that she would help with pairing the girls off for guests since she had shown a knack it. Her duties in the library now included just that. Picking out girls for men, and men for men and men for the rare woman that joined her husband here.
She tried to picture her friends and family. Good news, she could still see them, bad news that just made it hurt more. Mid October, what would they be doing now? Were Mary and Trevor enjoying the local university's football season? How was the team doing? Didn't matter anyways, it changed nothing for her. Skye avoided her and when they were near, ignored her. Why? What had happened in that week that Skye now hated her so?
Nika sighed. Guests. There were the ones that got their kicks cuffing her to the ceiling via the rope, or simply cuffing her to the bed. The ones that enjoyed slapping her or gently loving her body through the night. It was to be expected that every man would be different but the wide range of interests still amazed her.
