Warning! This story contains sexual innuendo and triggering scenes such as rape!
His narrow face.
His crooked teeth.
His beady eyes. Penetratinmg into the parts of a soul I still have.
“Connir O’Myrein,” he says, his smile growing wider as he eyes my figure. Medium bust, full hips, tall and slender. A perfect Muse body.
“Eve,” I say, although that name is now just a shell of who I once was. Remember why you’re doing this, I tell myself, and heave a silent sigh.
“Well, Eve, I hope you are able to get settled in soon. I look forward to working with you.” With!? Don’t make me laugh.
“I’m sure it will be a pleasure.” He starts walking, but I pause. “My family…” I mutter, and he misunderstands.
“Do not worry, sweet Eve. They will be paid monthly installments as long as you do your duties satisfactorily, and if you are good and a specific piece sells exceptionally well, they will get a bonus! Isn’t that lovely?” Without waiting for an answer, he continues striding away, and I have no choice but to follow my new…master. The words taste bitter, and I swirl a wad of saliva in my mouth. I want to spit it out, but as a Muse, I must never succumb to anything other than perfect, exsquisite, beautiful, divine… Connir lives in one of the middle districts I see, as he leads me to one of the multihome buildings lining the dusty street. He is affluent enough for my family to be supported for a while. I made sure the bonus was sufficiently large.
“Come in, Eve. We don’t want you to ruin that perfect skin before I even have a chance to study your exceptional figure.” I follow him, every step feeling like another weight on my shoulder, the implications of what I’ve gotten myself into suddenly rearing their heads.
I focus on putting one foot in front of the other, ignoring the fact that Connir is probably twice as old as I am, probably wrinkly and stale down there, ignoring that I now belong completely to him… I stop myself just before I bump into his coat.
“Well, here we are, Eve. I’ve prepared you a room, but for now I’d like to give you a tour, and then do some art as a warm up to get used to your contours.” I stay silent, knowing exactly whay he means. “This here is the living area. It is quite cozy, and I also entertain guests here. Through this door is my room, which you don’t necessarily need to know, unless you’re feeling it…and here’s the door to your room. I designed it myself. Wouldn’t you say a painter has got ridiculously good taste in furniture?”
“Of course…”
“Master,” he finished for me, his attention already focused elsewhere. “And of course, here is where the magic happens!” He swung open a small door in the corner with a flourish. I followd him in, leaning down just a bit. It was the most nondescript door I had ever seen, which made snese. No aroist wants another stealing his art.
“So, Eve, most times you will be positioned on that circle right there…yes, there. I hope you aren’t hungry, because I’d really like to take some time getting to know you…” he chattrered as he set up his easel. I stand uncomfortably in the circle. He stares at me for a moment, but then understanding dawns in his eyes. “Oh, Eve, you sweet, innocent thing. How am I supposed to study your figure when it’s obscure dby a;ll that heavy clothing? If you need help undressing, if I may-“
“N-no! Er, I can do it…myself.”
His crooked teeth.
His beady eyes. Penetratinmg into the parts of a soul I still have.
“Connir O’Myrein,” he says, his smile growing wider as he eyes my figure. Medium bust, full hips, tall and slender. A perfect Muse body.
“Eve,” I say, although that name is now just a shell of who I once was. Remember why you’re doing this, I tell myself, and heave a silent sigh.
“Well, Eve, I hope you are able to get settled in soon. I look forward to working with you.” With!? Don’t make me laugh.
“I’m sure it will be a pleasure.” He starts walking, but I pause. “My family…” I mutter, and he misunderstands.
“Do not worry, sweet Eve. They will be paid monthly installments as long as you do your duties satisfactorily, and if you are good and a specific piece sells exceptionally well, they will get a bonus! Isn’t that lovely?” Without waiting for an answer, he continues striding away, and I have no choice but to follow my new…master. The words taste bitter, and I swirl a wad of saliva in my mouth. I want to spit it out, but as a Muse, I must never succumb to anything other than perfect, exsquisite, beautiful, divine… Connir lives in one of the middle districts I see, as he leads me to one of the multihome buildings lining the dusty street. He is affluent enough for my family to be supported for a while. I made sure the bonus was sufficiently large.
“Come in, Eve. We don’t want you to ruin that perfect skin before I even have a chance to study your exceptional figure.” I follow him, every step feeling like another weight on my shoulder, the implications of what I’ve gotten myself into suddenly rearing their heads.
I focus on putting one foot in front of the other, ignoring the fact that Connir is probably twice as old as I am, probably wrinkly and stale down there, ignoring that I now belong completely to him… I stop myself just before I bump into his coat.
“Well, here we are, Eve. I’ve prepared you a room, but for now I’d like to give you a tour, and then do some art as a warm up to get used to your contours.” I stay silent, knowing exactly whay he means. “This here is the living area. It is quite cozy, and I also entertain guests here. Through this door is my room, which you don’t necessarily need to know, unless you’re feeling it…and here’s the door to your room. I designed it myself. Wouldn’t you say a painter has got ridiculously good taste in furniture?”
“Of course…”
“Master,” he finished for me, his attention already focused elsewhere. “And of course, here is where the magic happens!” He swung open a small door in the corner with a flourish. I followd him in, leaning down just a bit. It was the most nondescript door I had ever seen, which made snese. No aroist wants another stealing his art.
“So, Eve, most times you will be positioned on that circle right there…yes, there. I hope you aren’t hungry, because I’d really like to take some time getting to know you…” he chattrered as he set up his easel. I stand uncomfortably in the circle. He stares at me for a moment, but then understanding dawns in his eyes. “Oh, Eve, you sweet, innocent thing. How am I supposed to study your figure when it’s obscure dby a;ll that heavy clothing? If you need help undressing, if I may-“
“N-no! Er, I can do it…myself.”