The Dungeon of Depraved Beasts (An Erotic Horror Novel) (3 page)

“But I do plan on fucking you until you break in half.”

Olivia’s head snapped up and her eyes were wide with fear.

“Please! Please, no! I’ll do anything else you want, but
please don’t take my virginity!”

This made Rurik freeze, and he studied her shrewdly, his
beady eyes boring into her.

“You are a virgin?” he whispered.

Tears running down her cheeks, Olivia nodded. She had been
raised to save herself for marriage. And while Olivia never completely
conformed to that belief, she had believed to save herself for someone who she
actually cared for, and someone who cared for her in return. She had watched
too many of her friends sleep with immature frat boys after too many red Solo
cups from the keg. They had always regretted it, and Olivia couldn’t imagine it
was much fun to lose your virginity when you were drunk.

“I didn’t think my reward would be so great.”

“Reward?” Olivia decided the best tactic would be to keep
Rurik talking so he would either forget or she could come up with an escape
plan. So far, she saw no exits that could make an escape a possibility.

“Yes,” Rurik explained. “My father has many sons. I was able
to capture an elusive creature that had been smuggling out some of my father’s
favorite nymphs. My father was extremely grateful.”

“The nymphs belong to your father?” She thought of Calista
and Daphne.

“Yes and no. We capture many nymphs to work here. They take
care of our human women, and they also serve sexual duties.”

Olivia swallowed, not wanting to ask, but wanting to keep
the conversation going.

“Sexual duties?”

Rurik took an excited breath, clearly aroused. “Yes. Nymphs
are highly sexual creatures. While humans are exquisite in their own right, and
that is why we have many here, nymphs have unparalleled skills and stamina.”

Olivia was appalled. Rurik had just admitted that there were
more humans here, and that nymphs were basically slaves to pretty up the humans
and then used for sexual satisfaction.

“Where exactly are we?” Olivia asked bravely.

Rurik let out a low, throaty chuckle. “I can’t disclose
that, but I can tell you that we exist within our own universe.” He moved
closer to Olivia. “No more questions,” he said roughly as he moved his thick
fingers along her bare arm.

Olivia shuddered from his touch.

“Why are you a virgin?” Rurik whispered, his breath hot and
stale against her ear.

Not wanting to share her personal convictions, but again not
wanting to face the alternative, Olivia spoke.

“I hadn’t met the right guy,” she said her voice quavering.

“Ah, yes. You humans have a thing about waiting for the
right person. How darling.”

His eyes never leaving Olivia, he moved to a large, stuffed
chair and sank into it. Olivia remained rooted to the ground.

“I don’t want to defile your beautiful body just yet. You
are by far the loveliest creature I’ve ever been given.”

Olivia watched with mingled horror as Rurik laid his head
back in the chair and brought his hand between his legs. She watched as he
rubbed at a small nub and Olivia watched it begin to grow before her eyes.

She looked away, disgusted and embarrassed.

“Watch me,” Rurik ordered, his voice cracking.

Olivia forced herself to look back and saw Rurik sliding his
thick hand over the growing mass between his thighs. He began to move his hand
faster, all the while his eyes trained on Olivia. Her eyes grew wide as she watched
the mass grow longer and thicker between his legs. She had nearly no experience
with men, but she knew that no human man was anywhere near that length or
width. The size of him made her head spin, and she couldn’t imagine a human
actually having sex with Rurik; he would rip her in two.

Olivia had no boyfriends in high school and only two
boyfriends in college. She had only shared a few PG kisses with her first
boyfriend, but she had gone much farther with her second boyfriend, Dan.

Olivia and Dan were together for the first half of her
senior year. They had fooled around plenty, kissing in dark corners with
groping hands. Dan was always pressuring her to go farther, and while Olivia
wanted to, she was always unsure if Dan was the right person. A handful of
times, Dan’s roommate had left the dorm, allowing Olivia and Dan complete
privacy. Olivia had self-consciously stripped off her clothes, knowing she was
the exception among most college girls. Dan had greedily explored her body,
shoving his hands between her legs and rubbing her much too hard for Olivia to
feel any pleasure. He also had gone down on her a few times, but Olivia didn’t
understand what it was all about. Dan’s tongue had never pushed into the right
places, and it had been incredibly awkward.

To sum up Olivia’s lack of sex and awkward sexual
encounters, she had gone down on Dan two times, each time refusing to let him
cum in her mouth. None of the experiences had been good ones, which had led to
she and Dan breaking up.

Olivia was brought back to the present as Rurik’s breath
came in heavy pants and his eyes raked over her lithe body. Olivia wished
desperately she didn’t have so much skin exposed.

Rurik groaned loudly, closing his eyes as his entire body
tensed and then his massive brown cock began to spurt thick creamy semen as his
body jerked. Olivia couldn’t help turning away this time, and when she looked
back, Rurik was wiping at his fluids and leering at her.

“A preview,” he whispered. “I’ll have to prime you so you
can handle me. I don’t want to hurt you the first time, because then you’ll be
useless to me.”

For what seemed like the hundredth time, Olivia shuddered.

Rurik stood up and Olivia couldn’t help but stifle a yawn.
Rurik cocked his head towards her.

“When did you sleep last?”

Olivia shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said honestly, “I’ve
lost track of time.”

Rurik nodded. “You need sleep. Especially for what I have
planned for tomorrow.”

He grunted and stood up, moving towards the exit.

Olivia feared what he had planned for the following day, but
she was anxious to follow him towards the exit.

“Someone will take you down so you can sleep. Tomorrow you
will come to me and I will begin your sexual awakening.”

He paused as if he were waiting for a thank you of sorts,
but Olivia felt too sick to do more than scurry towards the door. She would
rather die than be subjected to any type of sexual experience with Rurik.

Michael was right; she was in Hell.

Rurik pulled the door open and Samuel was waiting, his face
fixed in an unreadable mask. Samuel jerked his head for Olivia to follow, and
she quickly moved behind him, following him down the dark hall. They went to a
different staircase, and Samuel led her down. They reached a landing, and
Samuel pulled out a ring of keys.

They walked down another dark hallway, lit again by torches.
Why was it that the hallways were lit by torches but Olivia had dressed in a
state-of-the-art dressing room?

Olivia was busy pondering this question when she realized
that they were walking past a row of doors.

“You’re lucky you don’t have to sleep in the cells
downstairs,” Samuel spat and Olivia wondered what his back story was.

She wanted to ask Samuel what his problem was, but she
didn’t want to give him any reason to take her to the cells if she was about to
be led to somewhere nicer.

Samuel paused before door number eight. He fumbled for his
ring of keys and quickly unlocked it.

“You’ll be locked in for the night. If you need something,
ring the bell.”

He pushed Olivia into the room and slammed the door behind her.

Olivia took a deep breath and fumbled for a light switch. To
her relief, she found one and she flipped it on.

She was in a small, but comfortable room. There was a small
bed, end table with lamp and a toilet and sink in the corner. No shower. Olivia
felt around at the walls, but they seemed to be solidly made. She saw a buzzer
by the door, and she assumed this was the bell that Samuel had mentioned.

Weary and exhausted, Olivia moved towards the bed. She saw
that there was a set of soft purple flannel pajamas. Grateful, she pulled off
her ridiculously fancy dress and slipped into the pajamas. She climbed into bed
and flicked off the light, pulling the covers up high over her head. She prayed
that this was all a terrible dream and that when she woke up, she would be safe
and warm in her off-campus apartment.

* * *

Olivia was moving down the hallway, almost floating. All the
doors looked the same. Why was she by herself? Where were Samuel and Michael?
She came to a door and she wanted desperately to go inside. She knew that
behind that door lay something wonderful.

She turned the knob, and to her delight the door swung open.
Olivia moved through the door, feeling giddy with anticipation. She was dressed
in a slinky black dress and she moved through the familiar surroundings.

It was Rurik’s room.

Rurik was nowhere to be seen but Olivia didn’t mind. She
peeled off her slinky dress and moved to the couch. She let her fingers graze
over her pale skin as she caressed herself. She was not wearing a bra and her
nipples hardened as she gently rubbed them.

Her hands slid across her stomach until they moved beneath
her navel. Slipping her fingers between the thin material of her panties, she
tugged her underwear down until they fell to the ground in a heap. She sprawled
across the couch, basking in her nakedness.

She heard heavy footsteps and her heart beat excitedly
knowing that Rurik was near. Rurik’s hulking shape appeared in the doorway and
Olivia smiled, spreading her legs wide open, giving Rurik a full view of her
pinkness.

Rurik smiled a wicked smile and moved towards her, his hand
stroking the growing erection between his legs.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he growled.

“Fuck me,” Olivia whimpered, “Please!”

In an instant, Rurik was beside her, his rough brown hands
grasping at her thighs, pushing them up into the air and spreading them wide
apart. Olivia fell back on to the couch, her head falling softly against the
cushion.

Rurik moved between her thighs, his mouth pushing against
her sex. Olivia moaned as she felt his hot breath against her delicate skin.
Rurik’s tongue was rough as he licked her, but Olivia loved it, and she writhed
beneath him, moaning wantonly.

Rurik pulled away, pushing a finger deep inside her. Olivia
cried out as she felt his finger fill her. He slid it in and out, making Olivia
turn to putty beneath him. Just as Olivia felt her body ready to explode, Rurik
flipped her over so that her ass was in the air.

Rurik groaned deep in his throat, his hands moving greedily
over her soft backside. He squeezed hard, pushing his mouth between her seam
and licking hungrily. Olivia screamed with the sensation, feeling the pleasure
that moved across her front and back. Rurik sank his teeth into her left ass
cheek, something that made Olivia yelp with pain, but then moan with pleasure
only moments afterwards. Rurik moved his fingers along her aching pussy.

“You’re ready for me,” he groaned, flipping Olivia onto her
back again. Olivia cried out as Rurik shoved her legs apart, and grasped his thick
cock. He hovered over her, his swollen tip mere inches from her opening. Olivia
begged him again to enter her and then squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his
tip push against her opening.

Olivia’s eyes flew open and she bolted upright, panting.
What was this feeling? Had she been dreaming, or had it been real? It had felt
real. And this feeling that Olivia now felt, she thought, was arousal. She knew
enough even though she hadn’t experienced much herself, and she cautiously
moved her hand under the band of her panties. She moved it to her sex, and slid
her fingers against her opening. Sure enough, she was wet.

Olivia closed her eyes in worry, trying to understand how
this had happened. She had just experienced some type of sex dream involving
Rurik—that she had liked—and now she had woken up to find her body physically
aroused.

Shoving off her covers, she jumped up and hurried to the
sink, splashing cold water on her face. It had been a long, frightening, and
confusing day. Her heart sank as she realized that no, she was not in fact
dreaming, and she had to come to terms with the hard truth that she was truly a
prisoner here. Feeling wearier than ever, she climbed back in bed and fell back
asleep.

It seemed like only moments later, but Olivia’s body was rested
enough to know that she awoke hours later. Since there were no windows or
clocks, Olivia had no idea what the time was, or how long she had actually
slept. She wasn’t sure if she should ring the buzzer or wait for someone.

Her stomach growled.

Olivia realized she hadn’t eaten in nearly twenty-four
hours, and that made her ring the buzzer. She sat on the bed to see if anything
would happen. Two minutes later, she heard the door being unlocked and she
froze, waiting to see who would greet her. To her relief, it wasn’t Samuel or
Michael. It seemed to be another nymph.

The nymph smiled at her. “Do you need something before we
start your day?”

“Yes, breakfast please.”

“Follow me,” the nymph said, pulling the door wide open.
Olivia followed dutifully, wondering fleetingly if she could escape this small
nymph.

“I’m Nae,” the nymph said as she continued to walk at a
brisk pace. “Don’t attempt to escape. Just because I’m not one of the brawny
male guards, doesn’t mean that I can’t take you down.”

Olivia wondered if one of Nae’s other skills was mind
reading.

They didn’t enter any other stairwells, but instead turned
down a corridor and entered a small room. There was a wooden table with four
chairs. A young woman sat at the table, eating breakfast, her eyes faraway and
glazed over.