Alex climbs up the clean, polished white tiled stairs one by one, the sounds of the man's shoes echoing behind her. She spots more maids as they pass the first floor heading to the second, all giving her quick stolen glances before rushing to wherever they are going to. She could estimate that there were four floors in the castle as they were heading towards the third floor, and by the looks of it, they were heading towards the topmost floor, where the "master" was waiting for her. The higher they went, the darker it became, with only small wall lights providing enough light for her to see the next step. They arrive at the third floor, and her instincts flare up, warning her not to take the steps toward the last floor. She couldn't understand why she felt her heartbeat increase as her breathing came in shorter by the second, and her eyes became fixated on the stairs leading up and disappearing into the darkness.
Fuck this, I am not going up... No way in hell am I walking into the lion's den. Run Alex, RUN...
Looking to her right, she sees her freedom in the darkness of the hallway stretching from the foot of the stairs. Summoning the last spark of courage she had stored away, she curses and sprints as fast as her small legs could carry her into the darkness, breathing heavily but determination, never waving even as she could hear the man's panicked voice calling out to her as his heavy footsteps came running after her.
SHE HAS TO ESCAPE, NO, SHE MUST ESCAPE...
She could barely see what was in front of her as she slams into a wall, bracing herself with her left shoulder coming in contact with the wall instead of her face, her eyes adjusting to the darkness, barely saving her from a busted nose. She could hear the man's steps getting further away as she takes the corner, picking up the pace and running once again. Her lungs were on fire and she could feel her knees shaking with every step. As she slowed down into a walk, her hand on the wall to her left, giving her support as she tries to catch her breath, wiping the beads of sweat dripping from her forehead with her right wrist, she looks ahead only to spot two doors, one directly in front of her and the other to the side. A glimmer of hope it seems, as she hurriedly headed to the one directly in front of her, opening it only to find that there were dimly lit stairs leading down. Before she could close the door back and check out the other one, she heard the echo of her name being called out by the man, which was motivation enough to stumble in and close it behind her, clearly missing the NO ENTRY sign plastered on the outside of that door.
Slowly taking the stairs down, she allowed her thoughts to simmer.
I'll just hide in this basement until I can think of a way to escape this cursed place. I'm sure I can get enough time to come up with a solid plan, given that no one notices that I'm down here. Wait, why is there mist coming from down here?
She blinks a couple of times as her right hand naturally comes in front, waving from side to side in an attempt to clear out the mist. Coughing as the strong scent of lavender invades her nose and mouth, noticing how bright it got already as her foot hits the floor.
Is this real? This can't be...
Her eyes clear up as they try to take in the sight before her.
Thin black veils of curtains fluttered close to her face, her eyes locked onto the large bed situated right in the middle of the basement, if she could even call it that now that she'd seen what it was. Women, naked women were everywhere. She could not count nor blink at the sight that was in front of her. All she could see were the nude women, some kissing and touching each other in groups of two or more. Their soft moans, some loud, mixed up with the soft classic music playing in the background. As the realization hits, her eyes quickly dart to the floor, her feet looking quite interesting to look at. Immediately she notices her reflection staring right back at her; her eyes widen as she realizes that the floor is mirror-like, seeing how red her face has become, she blushes even more and decides to head back upstairs immediately. Turning back, she comes to an abrupt halt as she notices the stairs that were there were nowhere to be seen. It was as if she was in the middle of the basement, space staring right back at her. Panicking, she tries walking a couple of steps ahead, making sure what she's seeing is real. Blinking and rubbing her eyes again and again, cursing under her breath, she tries to make sense of what just happened. She closes her eyes and counts to 10, just to open them and find the same results. The stairs were gone.
How could this happen? What sort of illusion is this? I just came down the stairs not even five minutes ago, What's happening right now?
"To what do I owe this pleasure? New meat?" A silky, firm voice reaches Alex's ears; its calmness soothing her but also making the hairs at the back of her neck stand firm in fear. She gulps, shivering as she turns around to find the source of the voice. Right in the middle of the queen-sized bed, she could make out a figure lying, she could not tell who it was or how they looked like, but she knew that the heaviness she felt on her feet was because their gaze was on her and her alone. She felt like a deer caught in headlights, clearly out of place. The other women didn't seem to have noticed anything, leading to the conclusion that perhaps they were in some sort of hypnosis state, or they just didn't care enough to steer away from their pleasure.
"Come closer, girl." The voice came again, this time almost sounding like a siren's whisper because of how enchanting it was. She found herself slowly walking towards the bed as if she were being pulled by invisible strings, no longer in control of her own body. She was not entirely against it since she wanted to quench her curiosity as to who the owner of the enchanting voice was.
The thin black curtains hanging around the bed flutter once more, revealing crimson-red painted nails on smooth, milky feet. Alex blushes once more for some weird reason, and she hates that she likes the color red. Her eyes slowly trail up, allowing herself to get consumed by the view in front of her. Her skin looked so smooth and had a golden shine to it under the dim lights as Alex's eyes traveled up past her long silky legs to her slightly exposed wide hips and falling on her flimsy black gown that was bundled up loosely at her hips, slightly revealing her waist, and as she continued up, she could easily see the hard buds of her nipples poking through the soft, lose fabric. Alex gulps, feeling her body burn up entirely this time, not just her face, at what she was seeing. She follows the hem of her dress, slowly noticing the cleavage and she blinks, breathing in hard and long as the woman's shoulder blades come into view. The tiny sleeves of her dress falling ever so delicately down her shoulders. Alex did not know why the sight of this woman's half-naked body turned her on immensely, feeling confused and embarrassed that she could not stop staring at her as her eyes reach her long thin neck, her red hair coming into view as she finally gets a look at her face.
Those sharp red eyes coming in contact with hers almost sent her stumbling back a couple of steps.
I've seen those eyes before... shit…
Alex could not look away from her, fear raking through her body as the mysterious, sexy woman looks at her, scanning every inch of her body up and down. She'd never felt like prey before in her entire life, like she was standing in front of a fox scanning her meal of the day before she pounces on it.
"I don't remember requesting new meat tonight, but I could never turn the offer down." She says as she leans back into her pillow, her eyes never leaving Alex's. Alex's eyes widen as that statement forces her to snap out of her fantasies and she stammers, " I'm so sorry, I..uh..I'm lost, ma'am. I was..uh..not supposed to…be here."
Alex fiddles with the hem of her shirt as her eyes shoot down to her feet once again, blushing red as she softly bites her lip in frustration. Standing there, expecting an answer back from the woman or a dismissal in the least, all she hears is a snap of her fingers, and as she looks up, she notices three women that were touching each other stop what they were doing and immediately walk towards the bed. Alex watches as they climb the bed one by one, one woman coming by the feet, all her nakedness in view as she bends down and starts sucking on the woman's toes, another woman holding her hand delicately and putting her fingers in her mouth, the other holding her right arm and placing it on her left bosom as she softly whispers, "How can we serve you tonight, mistress?"