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It was supposed to be the best day of her life. The fulfillment of her childhood dreams. The culmination of years of study, practice, and toil. She was overflowing with exuberance and hope when she boarded the ship, eager to put the tiresome capital city behind her and dedicate her life to becoming the greatest magus the world had ever known.
But those dreams were lost at sea. She felt a feather brush across her mind and was swallowed by darkness, and when she woke up she was lying flat on her back. The cold air was utterly still on her naked skin, and her arms and legs were spread wide and strapped down to a splintery wooden plank. Her eyes cracked open reluctantly and saw nothing but black. Every finger was individually spread and restrained - whoever had taken her knew how to hold a magus, not that she was much of one yet. Her head was likewise immobilized, and when she screamed in terror she made barely more than a whimper. Her jaw was clamped shut, and she could hardly groan in pain. Her left cheek burned. She felt vulnerable and scared, but when her heart stopped racing she was glad to be alone until she could manage an escape.
Being admitted to the Labyrinth of the Lidless Eye was a huge honor. Someone would miss her when the ship arrived without her... in a month. She groaned again and struggled against the bondage. The straps didn't give an inch. Where was she? Except for her grunts it was completely silent, like a grave. Suddenly the chill penetrated her bones and brought tears to her eyes. Was she dead?
Long before she heard footsteps she sensed the girl approaching from high above, circling down a spiral staircase. The girl was young, maybe her age, and her mind radiated the teal and chartreuse of curiosity. When the heavy door creaked open the light was almost blinding and she was shocked to see not only the girl she had sensed descending, but also a man with her. Why hadn't she noticed his approach?
She tried to make words, but nothing came out. The man hung a lantern from a hook on the ceiling and then studied her naked body very carefully before nodding to himself. She couldn't feel his mind at all. He was short, fat, bald, and clean-shaven, and he wore a long, dark coat over fine clothes. She squirmed reflexively, trying to hide her nakedness, but it was.
Perhaps having had his fill of leering at her naked body he loosened the strap holding her mouth shut and said, "Hello, Orchid."
"What? Who's Orchid?" she sputtered. She had been planning to threaten her captor with magic, or even plead for her life, but now she felt a slight sense of relief. "You've got the wrong person! I'm not Orchid. My name is -"
The man put a rough hand over her mouth and looked back towards the girl standing by the door. Her left cheek stung fiercely when his callused hand grasped her, and she squealed. "I know who you are, girl, but no one else can. Your life is not in any immediate danger, but you need to listen to me. You are Orchid."
He must be confused. "I'm not Orchid," she began, but her explanation broke into a scream as the man's hand slapped between her legs, smacking hard against the delicate skin of her pussy. She must have been shaven while she was unconscious, because she felt every ridge of his callused fingers on her pussy lips. "Listen to me!" she began, but wailed when he spanked her pussy three more times in quick succession. Her thighs strained to clamp shut to protect her most intimate areas, but the rough leather held them open, completely exposing her.
Her tears blurred his face as he bent down. When he spoke his breath had a bitter smell, like arsenic: "What's your name, girl?"
