Roughly grabbing me by the arm, Zmey practically dragged me to the dining hall. Upon my refusal to eat, he dragged me to his room. Before I could do anything, he slammed me into the wall. His eyes glowed with rage and venom dripped from his words. "You bloody bitch! You would rather have that damn guard, a mere servant than me?"

Opening my mouth to speak, he cut me off with another slam into the wall. "I've given you EVERYTHING and this is how you show me gratitude?!" I immediately regretted attempting to protest, as he slammed me into the wall again, even harder than before. "I've loved you for five years, and this is my reward? What kind of sick joke is this?!" Again, he slammed me into the wall, this time head first, knocking me out. I have no clue how long I was unconcious, but when I woke, I was still there.

I laid on the floor praying that Zmey hadn't noticed I was concious again. I dreaded with every fiber in my being what he would do if he found out. I dont know what gave me away, but it didnt take long for him to realize I was awake. Yanking me up by my hair, I let out a yelp. Jerking my face so I was looking into his eyes, I saw there was a steely, evil glint to his eyes.

Slamming the door behind us, Zmey shoved me onto the bed. "I've waited for three damn weeks for you to see some sense! You obviously won't see it on your own. This being the case, I'll make it so you have NO choice BUT to marry me! I didn't bring you here to fall in love with your guard, but to fall in love with me! I won't stand for your insolence anymore," he yelled as he advanced towards me.

I didn't know what to do. I had a pounding headache, was scared to death, and trying to use logic. Suddenly, my mother's southern voice played in my mind from years ago. "Alisdelisgi, God forbid, but if something happens and you're taken captive, do what they want. Play their game better than them until you find a way out." I decided to take her advice and do my best.

Giving Zmey a sugary smile, I slowly got up and went to him. "Darling, there's no need to yell, I play around with other people, that's all I was doing with my guard. He's nought but a play-toy to me. I can't marry or agree to marry anybody when my mother's just died. Give me time to grieve," I said as sweetly as I could. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me to him rather roughly. "Darling, I'm sorry. I need to marry you as soon as possible. I've had a time limit, and it runs out in two days," he said softly with desire laced in his voice.

Suddenly, for seemingly no reason, I began sobbing. I couldn't tell you whether it was grief, anger, or what, but I began to cry which wasn't part of my plan whatsoever. I don't know where his sick mind was, but he kissed me, and slapped me when I didn't kiss him back. "You WILL do as I wish, WHEN I wish, and HOW I wish! I don't care how upset you are or what you want. I've staked my claim on you, and you ARE mine," he yelled in my face.

Apparently, beating me senseless wasn't enough for him He wanted to make me pay for not truly loving him, for not giving in to him, for having a stronger will than most women I presumed he knew. Forcing me backwards, he slammed me onto the bed. Suddenly as if there was an unspoken cue, three men came in to bind me to the bed. With me in my state, I really don't think it should've taken three guys. Whatever was in the ropes used to bind my hands together weakened my powers and drained my energy. Chained to the bed, I had no means of escape. Oh what I'd have given to be unconcious and not remember anything that happened over the next weary hour!

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He ripped my dress off, and pulled my panties down. Shoving his tongue in my mouth, he roamed around while his hands snaked down my body. Motherfucker, I wish I could have fought back! Suddenly, he stopped kissing me, which I thought meant he was about to beat me again. I would have preferred that to what he did do.

Before I knew what happened, his dick was above my face. Horrified, I shook my head in protest. Slapping me, I yelled out in pain. Taking advantage of my mouth being open, he shoved his dick in. I couldn't do anything. I thought about biting it, but I knew he'd beat me senseless until I did what he wanted. Before I could do anything, he began going back and forth, his dick moving faster in my mouth. By the Goddess, I hated him! He began moaning, which that combined with his dick in my mouth, made me want to puke. His eyes were filled with greed and lust.

Finally, he took it out of my mouth. He slowly trailed sloppy kisses down my neck, across my breasts, down my stomach, to my private. I was literally trembling in fear and disgust. I didn't love Zmey, didn't want him, and he was about to take my virginity. To top it off, there was nothing I could do! Judging by his next action, he apparently took my trembling to mean something else.

Shoving his dick into me, he grunted as I yelled in pain. Even if I had of wanted him, I wasn't even moist! Slowly, he thrust in and out, going farther in until he hit my barrier. Shock and pleasure settled on his face. In a husky voice, "You're twenty and still a virgin? Shocking but all the better for me!" Finished speaking, he thrust himself harder, breaking my barrier. "Cum for me, bitch!" I couldn't, no, wouldn't cum for him if I could help it. His touch sickened me, him inside me was horrible. After several minutes of him ramming himself into me, he released.

Panting, he drew out and plunged into me again. "You WILL cum for me! I will do this until you do or I give out from exhaustion." I probably could have closed my eyes, pretended he was Triston, and done it. It sounded better than the alternative of him shoving his dick into me until I did, so I decided to give it a try. Better yet, he could get me drunk, then I literally wouldn't know who was fucking me. I sware, he read my mind, because he had servants bring me beverages until I was so drunk I couldn't think right.

Satisfied, he kissed me, and in my drunken state, I kisses him back. This was how I did things when I worked as a stripper, so it was nothing new, well, except being tied up. Trailing kisses down my neck and to my breasts, he slowly sucked on them, switching tactics from earlier. In response, my drunken body arched underneath him and he laughed.

Slowly, he kissed until he got to my clit. Shoving his tongue in my entery, he tried to get me to cum. In the back of my mind, I knew something wasn't right as I couldn't move my hands or feet, but my drunken mind payed no heed to that.

Almost as if realizing that wouldn't work, he kissed my mouth again, and shoved his dick into me. Arching under him, his eyes lit up with pleasure at getting his way. He thrust deeper and deeper into me until I could feel I was ready to explode.

The nagging in the back of my mind told me I shouldn't do this, but I was too drunk to care. As he continued to ram back and forth into me, I felt myself explode. Moaning, he exploded again, our cum mixing together. After a drunken eternity of him collapsed on top of me, he pulled out and got dressed.

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The beatings returned. With a final cry of pain, I gave into exhaustion, alcohol, and pain, before he could knock me out. While in that state, I felt something nudge my mind. Then, it was as if I was awake, but I wasn't. Looking around me, I was in a garden full of lilies and morning glories. Looking down, I was in a white country style dress and barefoot. Confused, I looked back up to find Triston in front of me.

Sitting down in the grass, I began crying bitterly. A feirce protective look was on his face, as he sat down in front of me and gently lifted my face so I was looking in his eyes. Rage seethed from his voice. "Darlin, what did he do to you? Where are you at? Holy fuck! Are you drunk?! Did he take advantage of you? Why the fuck are you covered in bruises from head to toe?!"

I sobbed harder thinking that if he knew, he wouldn't care for me anymore. As it was, I was pretty sure he only wanted to be friends with me, instead of lovers. I knew he deserved to know though. "He beat me, had me tie heed up, raped me, had me get drunk, raped me again, then beat me again." I couldn't finish without sobbing, but i had to finish. "I'm still in Zmey's chambers." It was all I could do to get that sentence out, sobs breaking up the words.

Anger flashed in his eyes as he wrapped his arms protectively around me. In a low growl, "That motherfuckin sonofabitch! He's gonna regret everything. I swear by the goddess you're named after, he will pay." With that, he faded from veiw. About forty-five minutes later, I woke up in my bed.

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TEASER: "She'd vanished without a trace."

Has something else happened to Alisdelisgi or is it another character? Who's making this observation?