Sheila let her body luxuriate in the warm bath water. Venger had used her body four times already that day and the aches in her muscles were growing worse. It had only been a few days since Venger had brought her to his fortress, but already, she knew far more about sex than she had ever dreamed possible.

I honestly didn’t know my body could move that way, the thief mused as she twirled the bath bubbles with her fingers. If only it was Hank teaching me these things instead of, ugh, Venger!

After a few more minutes in the water, she pushed herself out of the deep pool that doubled as a bath. As soon as her foot left the water, the pool magically drained and refilled itself with clean, fresh water. Sheila selected a thick fluffy towel from the corner stand and dried herself thoroughly.

Sitting before the bathroom’s mirror clad in the towel she dried herself with, she combed her wet hair and applied a sweet-smelling lotion all over her body. The air in the Realm had always dried out her fair skin, and while Presto’s attempts at body lotion were good, they were nothing compared to these potions Venger cooked up.

She suspected that Venger had taken information from all the worlds he had ever visited in order to make this suite of rooms for her. As she dressed, she scanned the room just as she had done many times over the past two days. The bath she had just used reminded her of the ancient Roman baths she had seen pictures of in school. The mirrored dresser and lotions, however, were clearly from her world.

Wrapping herself in a plush dressing gown, Sheila made her way back through the sitting room and into the bedroom once more. She pulled her old tunic and boots back on, as well as her cape, even though she knew it would do her no good. As she had discovered last night, the cape didn’t work as well as it usually did. It was her guess that Venger’s dark magic prevented the weapon from utilizing it’s full power.

Idly, she wondered what the dark lord would say when he discovered she had used the bath on her own.

He’ll probably be happy, she thought angrily. I shouldn’t have, especially after last night. But I couldn't help it.

The thief's thoughts strayed back to the previous night, her second night in Venger’s captivity. He had left her alone for much of the day, only coming to rape her once in the morning before breakfast. He had used the obsidian dildo on her again, as well as one of the torture feathers on various parts of her body. Then, he had left for the better part of the day. She had lain in bed after that, not eating anything his servant woman brought her and staying curled up in a protective ball.

A part of her had hoped he would leave her be for the rest of the day, but in the back of her mind, she knew better. So it wasn’t entirely surprising when the dark lord teleported into her rooms sometime after nightfall later that same day. She had tried to hide in a corner of her chambers, cowering beneath her invisibility cloak. It hadn’t worked.

For some reason, parts of her were still visible and Venger found her almost instantly. He tore her cloak from her, tossing it aside as if were nothing more than a bit of cloth instead of a Weapon of Power. With a wave of his hand, her clothes flew from her body so she stood before him utterly naked.

She tried to cover herself but the dark lord pinned her arms to her sides and her feet to the floor with a spell. He used the opportunity to survey her body, letting his fingers trail over her soft flesh. His hands cupped her breasts, which he kissed each in turn, letting his tongue tease the nipples into hardness.

Hands still fondling her, he had taken great delight in magically affixing the fire gem harness around her breasts until they stuck straight out, her nipples pointed skyward. The more she moved, the more it had tightened around her, forcing her breasts up even farther and pulling them tighter together.

Venger had held her down on the cold floor after that, rubbing his penis over her chest and finally letting his enormous member come to rest in the valley between her breasts. He had moved himself up and down between the soft globes, pinching and twisting her nipples as he did so. When he had finally come, the sticky fluid had covered her upper body and neck, making Sheila ill.

The dark lord had only laughed at her discomfort and proceeded to use her body over and over, finally entering her from behind as she stood on the bed, her hands held prisoner high over her head in the handcuffs Venger had added to a hook on the ceiling.

When he had finished, Sheila was covered in his semen as well as her own fluids and more than a little blood. He had ordered her to go wash up in the pool, but she had refused. Her anger had gotten the better of her fear and she had lashed out at Venger, calling him a disgusting coward.

That, in turn, had angered Venger and a beam of blue light has shot out of his hand, throwing her backwards into the wall. The blow had knocked her senseless and before she knew it, Venger had picked her up and carried her to the pool where he unceremoniously dumped her in. Using magic, he had scrubbed her clean and washed her hair until it glistened.

All the while, Sheila had fought the spell as best she could, but her feeble attempts were no match for the dark lord’s power. She finally understood the far-reaching range of his abilities when he forced her to pick up a sheer dressing gown and move back towards the bed.

That had been one of the worst sensations Sheila had ever known. She had no control over her own body. Venger controlled her movements and she was powerless to fight back. The final blow had come when Venger bent down to kiss her good night and Sheila’s arms had encircled his neck and she lifted her lips eagerly to his. It was then that Sheila realized no matter how much she resisted, Venger would always be able to make her do as he wished as long as she was in these rooms.

Shaking herself back to the present, Sheila perched on one of the lounges in the sitting room. She had to think of a way to fight off Venger, but nothing was coming to her. She now wished that she had paid more attention when Presto tried to teach them all some simple defense spells that even non-magicians could use. She had thought them unnecessary then, as she had her invisibility cloak. It was a decision she was now regretting.

Without warning, the door shimmered and Venger teleported once more through the door. This time, he was fully dressed in his winged robes, something which surprised Sheila.

"You have used the bath I have provided for you," he smiled. "Very good. I like you clean."

He crooked a finger at her, motioning for her to approach.

"Come, Sheila, I have brought you something. You will like this, I think."

Sheila remained seated until Venger’s magic brought her to her feet, pulling her towards him. She sighed and walked the rest of the way on her own. If she was to suffer this, it would be on her terms.

Venger reached behind his back and produced a bejeweled golden box. He lifted the lid and let Sheila gaze upon the contents. She gasped in surprise.

Jewels of every sort sparked inside the box. There were pendants, rings, and bracelets, among other things. Each piece had been polished until it gleamed in the torchlight. Sheila reached out to touch a large opal necklace on the top of the pile, but drew her hand back quickly.

"Go on," he urged and Sheila heard in his voice the same soft tone he had used when he healed her smashed hands.

The thief let her internal debate rage. If she took the jewels, she was giving in. If she did not take them, she suspected there would be a harsh punishment after wards. Finally, she decided that by taking the gems, she would do something of her own free will, a concept that she was slowly losing. Moreover, he was going to rape her again anyway, be it now or later. By pleasing him now, he might go easier on her later. It was simple self-preservation.

Gently she reached out and pulled the opal she had admired from the top of the pile. He took the bauble from her and motioned for her to turn around, which she did without complaint. She felt him pull her hair aside and fasten the pendant around her neck.

He spun her around to face him once more and an evil smile lit his face. She picked up the opal from its resting place between her breasts and studied it. It seemed to be alive, the colors swirling across the milky surface.

"It does look so lovely on you," he breathed. "Just as I knew it would. These are all for you."

Reaching out, she took the pro-offered box and looked at Venger once more.

"They are beautiful," she agreed. "Where did you get them?"

Sitting her down on the lounge once more, the dark lord explained where the contents of the box had originated. Her mind spun as he told her his tale.

Every thing in the jewelry case had come from women that Venger had previously tortured or used as sexual slaves. There had been a string of women in this position before Sheila, most of them rich princesses or ladies of a manor. Once Venger had captured them, he had taken their jewels as bounty. He had kept the gems in the jeweled box, never letting any woman wear any of its contents. Until tonight.

He had never given the box to anyone but her Sheila mused. A testament, the thief decided, to the dark lord’s obsession with her.

"I… I don’t know what to say," she stammered as he took the box from her and placed it on the floor.

"Do not say anything, my queen" he replied as he began to ease her back down onto the lounge.

She opened her mouth to protest, but Venger seized her mouth in a rough kiss. He pushed her backwards onto the lounge and with magically, straps appeared to hold her down, her legs spread so that they hung over either side of lounge. His clothes vanished, as if they had never been, as did hers.

With her imprisoned under him, he took her forcefully, so much so that she bleed profusely. When he had finished, the bonds disappeared and she slid to floor, whimpering and crying.

He pulled her to her feet and pushed her towards her bathroom. She went willingly, thinking that he might let her bathe. Sheila welcomed that idea, even if it meant that Venger watched as she did so. The hot water would go a long way to help ease the pain shooting through her most sensitive areas. She walked down the few steps into the water and sighed as the warmth surrounded her. She reached for her bath oils.

However, Venger had other plans for her. Instead of picking up her bottle of oil, she felt herself move back towards the pool's edge. This time, he did not restrain her physically, but rather used a spell to hold her in place as she reclined against the steps of the pool. He joined her in the water and once again took her just as forcefully as he had in the sitting room.

This time however, she let herself be carried along with the passion flowing through her body rather than trying to fight him. She enjoyed the warmth that spread through her body as she came. Venger could sense her physical delight and forced himself on her again, this time on the cool stone floor, as soon as he was able.

When he had finished, he gave her a few moments in the pool alone to collect herself. She was shaking from head to toe, her body weak from the effort of accommodating Venger so many times in such a shot period. Still, she was eventually able to climb out of the pool and get ready for bed without collapsing.

It was, then, a surprise to her when she found him sitting on her bed as she emerged from the bathroom, now clad in her dressing gown. Usually once he had finished with her, he left her immediately afterwards, only staying long enough to make sure that she was in no danger of dying.

"What do you want now, Venger?" she asked. "Please. I'm tired. I can't do anything else tonight."

"I do not wish to use you again, thief," he glared at her. "Though you would if I demanded it of you, no matter how weary you may be.

"No, I have one last gift for you, my future queen."

Venger rose from the bed and with a snap of his fingers, a bureau appeared in one corner of the room.

"May I present you with a new wardrobe? Those clothes you have are quite ragged and unfit for the soon-to-be Queen of the Realm. These, I think, will suit you much better."

Sheila felt the familiar tug of a spell pull her across the room to stand beside him. He paused, waiting for her to open the drawers of her own will. When she didn't, he forced her hands to tug on the ornately carved handles so the contests of the bureau spilled out before her.

It was filled with clothes made of the finest fabrics Sheila had ever seen, in a rainbow of colors. Sheila had never owned many clothes made of silk and other rich materials and the fabrics felt wonderful against her skin. She dug through the drawers, holding up several pieces for examination. She looked up at Venger with horror in her eyes.

"But, but, there's nothing to them," she gasped. "They're so small!"

"But of course, little thief," he chuckled. "You did not expect me to provide you with clothes that covered you and hid you from my sight, did you? No, you will dress so that I may gaze upon your loveliness as I wish."

He turned to leave, Sheila still staring at the contents of the bureau in disbelief.

Just before he teleported through the door, he cast a backward glance over his shoulder.

"Those garments will also make it much easier for me to pleasure myself whenever I desire. You are, after all, my slave, sweet Sheila. You would do well to remember that."

He turned back to the door once more and was gone. Sheila sank down on the bed, her hands still clutching the clothes.

"Oh, Hank!" she whispered. "Why won't you come for me? Why won't you save me?

"Someone, anyone please help me! I can't do this. I just can't."