Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I stare at him.
“Again? What? To where?”
“To our homeland,” Rizza replied with a smile. “Welcome, Ali. We hope you learn to love our country as much as we do.”
Before I could formulate a reply, I was whisked from the plane and straight to a beautiful manor in the Lysenian countryside. It’s a huge, gated mansion with lovely gardens surrounding it, and an actual forest in the back. I think the men hunt in the woods sometimes, although I don’t ask. The thought of killing another living creature scares me, and I purposefully avert my eyes when they return from their afternoon jaunts.
But even crazier, we don’t have any neighbors in sight, and the privacy suits Mizhir, Rizza, and Ragnar.
“The better with which to own you, sweetheart,” Rizza rasped in my ear later that night as he claimed my curves doggy-style. “We want to use this beautiful body to our heart’s content, without having to worry that you’re going to run off and tell someone.”
I panted, craning to look at the big man over one svelte shoulder.
“I wouldn’t run off! I swear, I wouldn’t!”
Mizhir merely shrugged while stroking my brown curls.
“Relax, honey. Rizza’s just talking shit. But yeah, let’s just say we enjoy having you to ourselves and we want to take every precaution.”
Then, a huge climax seized me, making me shudder with full-body tremors. But afterwards, in the privacy of my lavish dressing room, I realized that there was in fact no way for me to escape. I could bolt out the front door and run for miles and miles and never encounter another soul. Plus, the manor seems to have every modern amenity, except for a phone. It’s strange.
“How will I contact my friends and family?” I asked one evening over dinner. “They must be worried.”
Ragnar smiled, baring his white teeth.
“Easy, honey. We’ll let you have internet access once a week. You can write some missives on a device that we provide, but we don’t want you to have too much screen time. It’s bad for the eyes, not to mention the brain,” the prince grinned. As a result, I communicate with my family using a laptop that Mizhir procures once a week, but otherwise, I’m cut off from my old life. Of course, my emails are monitored so I don’t say much; just that I’m traveling through Europe on an extended vacation.
It's not so bad though. Here in Lysenia, I live a life of luxury. The men don’t keep me chained or jailed, although of course, I suppose there’s nowhere to go. Instead, we have a full staff at the house that takes care of the cooking, cleaning, and various household chores. I have the run of the manor, which includes a private gym, sauna, entertainment room, and two swimming pools. My lovers have furnished me with the most elegant wardrobe too, and they even like to watch me model the naughty lingerie they’ve selected on my behalf.
But after a few weeks, I get the surprise of my life. I’m lounging by the pool one day when Ragnar approaches. He blocks out the sun and I look up at him from behind my shades, shielding my face with one hand.
“Is everything ok?” I ask sweetly, knowing that my plush form looks lush and tempting. The men prefer that I sunbathe topless, and as a result, I only have the tiniest g-string strapped over my hips, revealing my giant Double Ds and narrow waist.
Ragnar’s blue eyes sweep over my tits hungrily, but he maintains his distance.
“Sweetheart, get dressed. We’re taking you to a tournament.”
I blink.
“I’m sorry. A what?”
Ragnar nods, his black hair falling over his forehead in a boyish comma.
“It’s something that Lysenians still do every year. We hold a tournament to celebrate our country’s history, and it’s a little bit like one of your Renaissance Fairs in America. But Mizhir, Rizza, and I will be participating in the melee, so we wanted you to come.”
That makes me sit up. I’ve been living in isolation on the estate, and didn’t expect more. But now, it sounds like my lovers want to come clean with the relationship.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” I ask in a low voice. “As in, I’m going to meet people?”
Mizhir and Rizza appear then, handsome in black button-down shirts.
“Absolutely,” Mizhir rasps. “It’s time you made the acquaintance of the royal family, as well as some of the nobility.”
“Including our relatives,” Rizza adds in a dry tone, sharing a look with his friend. “Houses Lysander and Pembroke will be there. You’ll get a chance to mingle with our parents, not to mention our siblings, relatives, and retainers. It’ll be a shitshow, definitely, but I guess it’s got to happen at some point.”
I stare at them.
“But why are you doing this? I thought I was a prisoner here. I was brought to this country without my passport, or any documentation whatsoever. I was trafficked to be your sex slave!”