Yes about me being gone for so long. Well I'm alright, so don't worry ha. This chapter contains a RAPE SCENE. Again if you are uncomfortable with such scenes do not read, you could very well just skip over it and just know that The Kurgan was being his old self ;)
To the new, rather rude guest. It wouldn't be so stupid if you didn't read it. It's also not finished you wanker. Now go do whatever it is trolls do. . . .
On to the story! As I write I can't help but feel how depressing the whole situation is and I was going to prolong her suffering for at least another chapter but I don't think I'll do that, too graphic. . .Enjoy!
When she woke up she found herself laying across a bed. Her head was heavy and groggy . The room had four stones walls, fur carpets, a colossal dark bed. She jumped out of it and took two steps before the place between her thighs exploded in pain. She yelped and fell to the floor.
It all came rushing back to her; the ball, the Count, the fire. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself as she tried to keep from crying. More came back to her memories and it dawned on her that she had been there for over a year now. The night before was just the same as before, another violation on her body. Even through a year of being his sex slave the pain she felt from every night still was as sharp as the first time he raped her.
She sat back against the bed and stared at the ceiling above her as she recounted the journey to this place. After they left her home they traveled for weeks and in those weeks he kept her hidden away in a plain wooden carriage. Her wrists had been tied above her head and her a chain circled around her waist. Some nights during their travel he would just stare at her and each time he did she felt sick, overwhelmingly so.
She lost track of time but eventually his caravan stopped. An old woman, old and mean, opened the door. She went in and untied Nadia's wrists before having her lean forward so she could unchain her waist. When the young girl was led outside the light nearly blinded her and she stumbled forward as the hag pulled her behind her. Before being taken underground she saw the castle that she would be calling home for many years to come. It was grand, fit for a Count, the outside landscape was lush and green, the walls of the castle covered in thick ivy vines.
The hag didn't like it. She smacked the back of Nadia's fair head and spoke in a language she didn't understand. The girl could only keep her eyes down and bare it. She was taken down to the where the maids washed soiled sheets and linens and as if to humiliate her further she was stripped down and thrown into a tub of hot water. As soon as her head came back up she felt a scrubbing brush rub mercilessly against her skin. While she was thankful for the wash and warm water she felt her skin be scrubbed raw.
Before she knew she was jerked out of the tub and made to stand while two other women besides the hag went to work brushing and drying her hair and drying the rest of her body. She was quickly shivering but the women worked to dry her and then dress her in a simple white chemise that went down to just below her thighs. She felt awkward in such a short garment but didn't have time to dwell on it.
"Git on ther," one of them said, her accent was hinted with French and something else. "The Kurgan. 'e is 'xpecting tou ma Cherie."
Nadia had heard him call himself The Kurgan before but didn't know what it meant, "Sil tou plait," she said. "Who is The Kurgan?"
"Your new masta," she replied. It was the last thing she said to the girl.
She was taken up four flights of stairs before they shoved her into the masters chambers and forced her to sit in a chair. There one of the women made a single, thick , braid on the left side of her head. Quite suddenly they left. She watched them go and as soon as the door was shut she heard a click, she was locked in. She went to the terrace and flung open the doors, looking over the edge of the railing she saw that any chances of escaping were none existent.
The door creaked, she straightened up, and then it shut with a hard slam. Her heart started beating erratically and she heard his heavy boots thud on the wood flooring towards her. She slowly turned and saw him standing there in the terrace doors, he looked at her with a dark, serious look on his face. It terrified her. For a split instant the thought of jumping over the railing came to her mind but while she was many things a coward she was not.
She looked up at him and he towered above her fragile frame. Minutes of them just staring at each other made the air still and thin. Suddenly he moved forward and she screamed. She backed up into the nearest corner and shook her head, no tears fell but she still begged him to release her. He effortlessly dragged her inside and threw her to the bed. He quickly locked the doors and grinned.
"You want me to release you you say?" His voice was as low and harsh as she remembered it. "I can release you."
He lunged for her but she dashed away. "No!" She screamed.
As she passed by he lashed out and grabbed her arm, yanking her back to him and grinning in his sick way as he did. He turned her around and wrapped his massive arm around her chest with one arm and with the other held a dagger against her throat. She squeaked and held onto his bare arm. He pressed his lower body against her and she could something firm against her. She shuddered at the memory of their second meeting.
He suddenly threw her to the bed and removed his loose chemise, it was tossed carelessly to the ground. Nadia moved to the head board and tried to will herself to meld with it and become the wood, anything to escape. He chuckled as he made his way to her and then grabbed her slender ankle and yanked her down so that she was beneath hi, he sat back and then hauled her up and pressed her back against him like before. He even brought the dagger back to press against her throat.
His body was hot against hers and she could feel his thick muscles move as he did. He leaned her forward so that she had to use her hands to support them both on the bed, tear trailed down her cheeks and fell off her chin to the red linen sheets beneath her.
"You don't know what you are, do you?" He asked. His voice grazing her ear.
She sobbed, "What are you talking about. . .?"
He cruelly squeezed her body and she squirmed against him, careful of the blade at her throat. Happy with the knowledge that she had no idea of what she truly was. He decided to toss the dagger to the side and then quickly undid his trousers. He yanked her shift off from over her head. She screamed in pain as he forced himself onto her again, her body still physically too small to take him in properly. He laughed as she tried to struggle and tightened his hold on her neck only slightly. He began rocking back and forth and the sounds she made in her pain only made he more excited. He was howling with pleasure while the girl in his arms screamed in pain, he would slow down and sped up at random times, anything to make her scream the loudest. When he was done he groan in release and fell to the side of her. The girl herself suddenly swooned and fainted.
That was how she remembered her first day in the castle, and almost every night had been the same for the past year. She hadn't left the room for any other purpose other than to bath, in which case the hag and her cronies would come back and do the same thing they had on her arrival. For reasons she didn't understand he would always talk about "what she was", even though he never said just what exactly he meant. Over time she learned to block out the horrific nights when she decided he wanted to violate her and she became used to loneliness. No one showed her kindness, not a single soul.
She still hadn't learned where she was or what language the others spoke, to pass her time she slept as much as possible. Every moment he was gone she would sleep and dream of a better place. In the last dream she she saw man who was old and yet strickingly handsome. She had never seen him before and doubted she ever would. Whenever she slept she would make herself dream of the mysterious man and in her unconious world of sleep he saved her.
Next chapter will be up tomorrow night!