The world is dark when you wake up.
You would guess that you're in an unfamiliar location, but as it's too dark to see anything at all, you can't be certain.
One thing you do know is that you're naked.
You should be scared. Terrified, even. Instead, you feel almost calm, a sense of inescapable relief rushing through your body. You take your first steps into the darkness before you even realise you're walking, your body moving of its own accord.
As you walk further into darkness, it begins to take shape, silhouettes taking the form of people.
Further still you wander, and now the shadows have eyes.
A few more steps, and they have mouths.
They all begin to scream.
They all sound female.
You stop.
A shadow comes to life in front of you, its eyes red and catlike, its teeth gleaming and sharp.
It grins at you.
It wants you.
You're about to protest, when you realise your own mouth is sealed shut.
The shadow nears.
A voice carries in the darkness.
You can't tell if its telling you to pray, or declaring that you're it's prey.
You try to scream.
The world falls silent.
The shadow consumes you.
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You jolt upright in bed, cold sweat sticking your body to the duvet cover. The room is light now, and a quick press of your fingers against your lips tells you that it's no longer sealed shut.
A nightmare then. What a peculiar one to have, especially after such an interesting night.
After months of teaching and training, the Housemaster had finally decided that you were ready to have your virginity taken by him.
You had expected it to hurt, almost surprised when it wasn't. The Housemaster's careful preparation of you eased his passage into your body perfectly, and all you felt in the end was pleasure.
Then he left you alone in his bed, instructing you to sleep.
That was last night, but now it is dawn; still, you see no sign of your lover, if you can even call him that. What business could he have that takes him an entire night to complete? Perhaps it is best not to know…
The door opens, and the man on your mind manifests himself into your reality, a tray of food in his hands, and a spare uniform draped over his arm.
The Housemaster grins at you; it seems familiar somehow.
His voice is as confident as ever. 'Awake at last. I did not think you would sleep quite so soundly after all that activity. How does your body feel this morning?' You haven't given any thought to that; your mind is still reeling from the nightmare.
You move your legs around a little in bed to test them; they're aching like mad, but you don't think they're injured.
So you answer him honestly. 'Sore, but I think I'm okay.' Except for the cold sweats and the fact you still feel something sticky between your legs…
Housemaster Michaelis smiles, handing you the tray. 'You'll feel sore for a while I expect, but there's nothing to worry about. You took me so well last night, just like I knew you would. Your body is the perfect fit. It's almost as if I was meant to claim you as my own. Speaking of which…' His smile turns almost menacing. 'You have to visit the Headmaster today. What are you going to tell him?' You hadn't even considered that. What did he tell you to say last night?
Ah, that's right. 'I'm going to tell him that I will be his informant, but that is all. If he threatens to expel me, I should call his bluff. If that seems to fail, you'll deal with him. Is that it?' You hope so; you don't think you're up to anything too complex today.
The Housemaster chuckles. 'That is indeed 'it'. It should be enough to keep him from what is rightfully mine.' You hate to admit how attractive that thought is; you really are his in a way now.
You smile at the Housemaster, swallowing a bite of food. 'Alright then. I need to wash, but I'll visit him straight after, I promise.' After all, it might be harder getting the Headmaster away from you of you stink of sex…
Housemaster Michaelis frowns. 'I was rather hoping you'd refrain from showering until you visit me again this evening; the thought of you walking around all day with my seed still inside of you is a most appealing one indeed.' You're about to tell him that it sounds gross, but then you remember something. Something you really should have remembered earlier;
He finished inside of you. There's a chance you might be pregnant.
Reading the horror on your face, the Housemaster smiles gently. 'Relax. I am incapable of impregnating anyone. You won't be carrying my bastard anytime soon.' That's a relief. An absolute relief. And yet…
You look at him sympathetically. 'I'm sorry to hear that you'll never have children. I know that must be disappointing.' For a man of standing to be unable to produce an heir… perhaps that's why he became a teacher? To fill the void?
Sebastian smirks. 'No, not particularly. If I truly desired fatherhood, there are ways to make it happen, but for now, I am more than content to wait. Delightful to know that you've taken an interest in such matters though. Had you hoped perhaps that I would impregnate you? Do you desire to have my children?' Why is he asking you this if it's not possible?
You shake your head. 'I still have my education to consider. Besides, I don't know that I'm ready for motherhood, especially the life and stigma of being a single mother.' You can barely comprehend the shame. Your father would cast you aside, you'd be left on the street… or he'd keep your pregnancy a secret, and force you to give away the child.
The Housemaster's smile become even more menacing. 'You wouldn't be alone. I'd keep you ever so close to me. I'd never let you leave my sight again.' His tone sends shivers down your spine, and you wish you could run away right now…
Then, just like that, the Housemaster chuckles. 'You're so easy to terrorise. It's almost endearing.
'Now then, finish your breakfast and get dressed. You've a meeting with the Headmaster to attend, and you'd do well not to dawdle.' Maybe it's the dream making you more anxious, but for a moment there, you were almost afraid of him.
Perhaps haste would be wise.
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You can honestly say you've never been quite so nervous as you are now, standing in front of the Headmaster's door. Even the nervous anticipation of forfeiting your innocent was nothing compared to this. How are you supposed to talk your way out of this without the Housemaster here to actively back you up? What if you can't deter him? What if he gets forceful?
A million possibilities swim through your head, only to have their journey cut short when a voice calls out. 'I'm ready for you, Alumna.' Must he insist on using that name?! If someone were to overhear…
Trying not to let the nerves show, you open the door, closing it behind you swiftly.
The Headmaster is once again at his spot behind the desk, leaning back casually in his chair. His eyes trail up and down your body, before a smirk settles on his lips. 'I see you went along with the plan. How did it feel, finally opening yourself up to a man?' This isn't a conversation you want to get drawn into, definitely not.
But you can't help but answer him; it would be rude not to. 'Sore, but wonderful. It wasn't half as painful as some people seem to think it is.' From the few things you've heard mentioned in the past, you were half-expecting some horrific internal injury, complete with things being torn and blood pouring out onto the sheet. You're lucky you had Sebas- Housemaster Michaelis to educate you properly.
The Headmaster chuckles. 'A little soreness is to be expected, but it sound like you took it well. You're clearly a dedicated study, as I've suspected all along. However, it is a pity that your partner was merely a novice of the ancient art of sexual ecstasy. I think it's time you took lessons from, and the frankly desperate erection of, a true master. Bend over my desk, Alumna. I've waited far too long to bury myself in you, and I won't be denied any longer.' He's getting to the point faster than usual today; time to try and put an end to it.
Instead of doing what he asked, you take a few steps back, stretching your palms out in a 'stop' gesture. 'You will be denied longer, because I have no interest in being your whore. I don't mind spying on Michaelis for as long as you want me to, but I won't do this. I don't want this.' Any gentleman would back down now; then again, any gentleman wouldn't put a young woman in this position.
The Headmaster bursts out laughing, his arms crossing each other to clutch at his sides. 'Oh, priceless! This is payback for making you go to him, yes? You're going to be a tease because I wouldn't let you lose your innocence to me instead? If you had wanted me that badly, you should have ignored me; I could never deny anything to a face as pretty as yours.
'As funny as your little tease is, I can think of a few more games I'd like to play with you. Time to be a good Alumna and give me what I want.' Unbelievable. Has he developed selective hearing or something?
You shake your head vehemently. 'No! I'm not teasing you. This isn't a joke. I do not want to have sex with you, and that is the end of things. Informant or nothing, that is your only choice.' This is going exactly as well as you thought it would. All that's missing is the obvious threat of expulsion and you're all there…
That seems to be exactly what the Headmaster is thinking, as his eyes head to a stack of paper on his desk. 'You're forgetting that you've not got much of a say in this. I could have you kicked out of this school right now. I could expose your deception, disgrace your family. I could even let it slip amongst your dorm mates that you're not the boy they think you are. Tell me, how long do you think you'd last in a room full of hormonal young men, especially ones that you've deceived for years? Think they punish you for being a liar? I think they would. In fact, I'd actively encourage them to. Surely being my whore is better than what they'd do to you? Now, I won't ask you a forth time; Bend. Over. My. Desk. Now.' You feel sick. Really sick. This man before you here is a far cry from the man you thought he was.
You take a deep breath, trying not to cry. 'I thought you… why are you being so cruel?' He always seemed like the reasonable one, but now…
The Headmaster laughs again; the sound makes your skin crawl. 'Cruel, am I? Well, yes, I am. I've forced you to accept my touch twice now under the threat of expulsion, yet neither of those times did you dub me 'cruel'. I change my threat slightly, and now suddenly you see the reality of your situation? You have two men here forcing you to submit to them under duress. Did you call Michaelis cruel last night when he ruined you? 'Ruined for marriage' is the phrase I believe. Did you call him cruel? Or did you beg him for more, encourage him to use you at his leisure? You're either not as intelligent as I'd first thought, or you have a weak grasp on what in this world counts as cruelty.' He practically spits those lasts words at you, and you flinch, wondering if your choice of word hit a nerve with him.
You're about to say something, backtrack maybe, but he cuts you off. 'Crawl back to him them, Alumna. Be my informant, nothing more. I won't disgrace or defame you. Not yet. Perhaps it was a mistake for me to involve myself in what is clearly a sadistic dance for two. I suppose I shall just have to think of a new way to amuse myself. Yes, a new game, one of my own invention. It's going to be so much more fun than your game. Maybe I'll let you join in, once I've set the board up properly. For now though, I think I should like to be alone. Report back something juicy on Michaelis by the end of the week, or there really shall be consequences. Oh, and please take a shower. His scent doesn't suit you half as well as mine.' What? How can he even…?
You don't dwell on that thought; you run out of there, as fast as your shaking legs can carry you. You don't stop running until you reach the safety of your mercifully empty dorm, your bed a welcome softness you can't help but crawl into.
That went so much worse than imagined. You'd known he wouldn't take it well, but that…
You need to tell the Housemaster. It's clear that things between you and the Headmaster are about to take a turn, possibly for the worse. Unless his new plan involves finding another student to turn into his plaything, you know you're not going to be 'just an informant.' If only the Housemaster had never found out; before today, and before your instructions, you would have happily let the Headmaster have his way. Now though? Even informant seems too much.
Your only real hope is to tell Housemaster Michaelis. If nothing else, you're sure he'll protect his investment; he's not been training your body to take him for months just for someone else to rob him of you.
Speaking of, what did the Headmaster mean by 'ruined for marriage'? Is that because you're no longer a virgin? Can men tell the difference? You're certain any overfed noble your father offers your hand to won't be able to tell, but what if he can? What if after all of this, the truth comes out anyway, in the most backwards way possible?
All these thoughts make your head ache with a ferocious intensity, and you find yourself accidentally drifting off as you attempt to disperse it.
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You're in the dark world again when your eyes open.
The still-lingering shadows dance around you, each of them drawing closer. Faded hands grab your nude form, forcing your body forward. That calm you had felt on your first visit has given way to panic, and you try to escape, only to freeze when the last of the shadows stands before you, teeth and eyes still gleaming bright.
The shadow speaks again, but you still can't hear it clearly. Prey… pray? Over and over again like a hushed chant, your heart beating faster as it continues on.
The other shadows begin to chant it too, as a tangle of arms moves to lift you up, spreading your legs wide for the creature in front of you.
You swear you've seen these eyes before. If only you knew where.
The shadow creature touches you now, ethereal fingers strumming your body with ease, managing to replace your fear with pleasure as it grows more bold. You try to moan, forgetting that in this place, you have no voice.
You feel the shadow align something with your opening, and you prepare yourself. What you don't expect is for it to lean down, whispering a single clear word in your ear;
'Mine.'
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You awake with a jolt, still in the dorm room. A quick examination of your surroundings suggests you couldn't have been asleep for more than half an hour.
You've never had such a vivid dream on such little sleep before.
You wrench yourself away from bed, yawning loudly. Perhaps it was an anxiety dream, caused by your situation? That would make sense; still, it doesn't explain why both dreams were almost identical.
You'd like to think on it more, but remember something important; you have lessons today that you can't afford to miss!
Personal problems taking a backseat, you rush out the dorm, hoping you're not too late to anything.
If only you could place those eyes…