She awakens elsewhere.

Viviena awoke splayed out on a soft bed, far softer than her own. Naked. A heavy weight on her throat.

She sat bolt upright, awake, disoriented, and began to take stock of her surroundings.

She was in a lavish bedroom, though a small one. A four-poster bed, all cloth in different shades of purple, stitched with fine golden thread. Under the vanity mirror a fortune in jewelry lay in a glittering pile, and through the open window she saw the sunrise.

Her thighs and pubis were filthy with dried semen.

She checked her wards, both her general and anti-fertility were unbroken. She was not pregnant. She leapt from the bed, landing of soft carpet, whimpering as she tried frantically to brush Malaeorn's dead seed from her body. The memories of the night before crashed down on her like a landslide. His hands and lips on her body, violating her. Pain and hateful pleasure. She brushed harder. She wanted a bath.

She floped back onto the bed, pulling her knees in close to her ample chest, tears welling up in her eyes. She gripped the diamond ****-choker, attempting to rip it free, but it was too strong. Not just the thing itself, it felt like

There came a knock on the door, before it creaked open and someone entered, a servant in simple clothes, long and white. At first, Viviena could not tell if it was even a man or a woman. Tall, well over six feet, with a willowy build, with pale skin, strawberry blonde hair. A narrow face with angular, regal features. Very pretty. They carried a tray with a bowl of soup, a cup of tea, and a loaf of bread, all three steaming hot. They set the tray on the bed in front of her fetal-position form, stepped back, and stood, hands clasped, watching.

"I have been instructed to watch you eat, to ensure you are neither starving yourself nor hiding surplus food." The speaker was undeniably male, but his voice was a high tenor, as pure and cold as a mountain stream. A singer's voice, to match his pretty, downright girlish features. "I am Connor. Chief of master Malaeorns servants."

She slid back away from him, covering her body with her hands, shivering in remembered fear. He was no doubt working for the man who had **** and kidnapped her, who had placed this loathsome seal on her. "Fuck off."

He nodded at a wardrobe beside the vanity. "There are clothes in there. You may dress yourself, or go nude. Either way, I have been instructed to take you elsewhere when you are finished with breakfast."

Puling a sheet from the bed and draping it around her, she slowly backed up towards the wardrobe. "Look away while I change."

"I have been instructed not to let you out of my sight." His throat was bare, with no diamond ****-collar.

"Do it!" She hissed. "Give me some fucking privacy!"

"No." He said. If he was feeling anything, he did not say a word. His gaze was cold, fixed on her eyes.

"Fine." She snarled, dropping her sheet and opening the wardrobe, picking a dress by feel instead of sight, not breaking eye-contact with him.

Her body was as fine as ever, toned yet curvaceous, broad hips and absurdly perfect breasts. Connor looked her up and down, briefly, but his gaze held no lust. That was a first. For as long as she could remember- since she had been a child, really- every single man she had ever met had gazed at her with lust, with hunger. Even her long lost beau, despite loving her dearly for her sharp intellect and dry humor, had been ravenous in his thirst for her body.

The boy seemed more curious than anything else.

She tried to struggle into the dress she had picked. It was a lovely dress, red and white with lots of lace, but it had clearly been designed for someone smaller than her both height and bust-line. He hem of the skirt was more than halfway up her thigh, and much of it was stretched thin enough to see through, if not to burst at the seams. The chest of the dress had outright split open, her breasts spilling out into the air. Barefoot- she had lovely feet too, delicate matches to her long, toned legs- she stepped back to the bed, and ate quickly, only realizing once she began how hungry she was. The food was, she grudgingly admitted, excellent. The soup was nice, sea-based, with tomatoes and citrus and some kind of fish. The tea was obviously foreign and extremely expensive. And the bread was... well, it was bread.

She set the empty tray down. "Happy?"

Connor nodded. "Follow." He said, turning away from her- for the first time since he entered- and stepped out the door. She followed.

As she left, a young woman dressed as a maid came in behind her. She was young, maybe twenty, with pretty blonde hair, small breasts, a petite build, and a conspicuously swollen belly. Her diamond ****-collar glittered on her throat, and she stared sadly at Viviena as she passed.

They seemed to be in a very large mansion of some kind. Very large, she realized after several minutes of walking. Guards stalked the halls, armed with glowing swords and spears. With her magical sense, Viviena could tell these weapons were enchanted. The swords, if drawn from their sheaths, would burst into open flame, and those spears could be used to throw javelins of lightning. Individually, they were not especially impressive, but the sheer number of them made her head spin.

Maids passed too. Several of them were visibly pregnant, while several more walked around, going about their business with a child- or two- suckling at their breasts. Each swollen belly and dripping breast made her heart sink lower and beat faster, dread coiling around her like a cloak. Each a reminder of her greatest fear, the one thing she feared more than ****. Impregnation. They too bore glittering diamond-chokers. Combined, the people she had seen had an absurd, astronomical fortune hanging from their throats.

Connor was the only one here not wearing one.

"We're meeting master Malaeorn in the library. Just thorugh here."

Bookshelves towered three stories tall into the darkness above, catwalks running through the air between them. It was like being inside. He led her down the hallways. Guards, maids, and what seemed to be scholars- all of them collared- passed by her in silence. No-one said a word, but there still seemed to be some kind of noise coming from somewhere, distorted by echoes.

Despite her horrific situation, she felt some part of herself reacting with awe to the books. She had purchased some, of course, and visited many of the great libraries of the world. This was not the largest, not by far, but something about it loomed in a way those others did not. A few days ago she would have killed for a collection a fraction this size. It took her breath away.

Her mind was snapped back to her present situation, and the ever present looming guillotine of pregnancy and motherhood. Heaven and hell, right beside each other, she thought to herself.

Slowly the noise became louder and clearer, revealing itself to be the unmistakable sound of sex in progress. She braced herself as she rounded a corner.

Malaeorn lay on a leather couch on his back, being ridden by a pregnant redhead. She rolled her hips slowly on top of him, her movements guided by his large hands and strongly muscled arms. He was a well-built man, greying a bit but otherwise attractive, and his motions with her were strangely tender, almost affectionate. She moaned and cooed, slowly rising and falling on his gigantic cock, her belly round with child and her breasts dripping with milk. She turned her head to look at Viviena. She had a warm smile on her face, but her eyes were dark, glassy, and empty. The sad eyes of a broken doll. She moaned and whimpered and cooed softly, fingering herself as he slowly pumped in and out of her.

"Ah, my latest acquisition. Sit!" He said, gesturing to a wide wing-backed chair opposite the couch. "What do you think of my castle?"

Viviena continued standing, staring down at the woman in horror. "Disgusting. I hate it here. Let me out." her voice trailed off as the woman let out an especially long moan, shivvering in orgasm. He did not stop having sex with her, continuing to pump tenderly in and out of her as her pleasure crested and receded.

"I suppose so. My regime of things is an acquired taste. We are on a large-ish island in the north sea. A little kingdom I control."

Viviena was snapped out of it by the numbers.

"That's... that's almost a thousand miles. We traveled that far in one night?"

"No. We traveled that far in an instant. Via my magic."

"Impossible!" She sputtered.

"Impossible for you. Not for me." He sighed, pausing in his thrusting for a moment, causing a disgruntled squeal from the woman straddling him. "You are done talking for now. Command: Say nothing until asked a question. Command: Kiss the woman riding me."

Her throat closed up on itself, killing the words in her throat. Mechanically, she stepped foreward and, as ordered, began to kiss the pregnant woman. The woman smiled as she approached, and reached out a hand to pull her in. Their tongues intertwined, the pregnant woman suckling at Viviena's mouth hungrily. She began bouncing on Malaeorn's cock more aggressively.

Viviena felt butterflies in her stomach, disgust alloyed with pleasure. The woman was skilled in kissing, if nothing else.

"Now that you are shut up, let me explain. You were born with magic, I found mine through decades of study, practice, experimentation, and dubiously ethical deeds. Your power will be snuffed out if you bear a child, while I draw power from my offspring. Each child and grandchild of my line provides me with a stream of power, just by walking around and being alive. A meager trickle, barely noticeable. So I need to have lots of them." He poked at the woman's swollen belly, exciting a girlish giggle. With one hand he fingered the woman's clit, and with the other he pulled Viviena back from her kissing.

"Drink." He ordered, gripping Vivienas raven hair and burring her face in the other woman's breasts. Under the Collar's influence, she began sucking as hard as she could, even biting just a little bit. The elixir was hot and sweet, but with a deep, bitter aftertaste, almost burnt-tasting. Viviena gagged, though she was **** to continue swallowing.

Connor sighed and shook his head at the unfolding madness.

"Do not worry, darling. I am not going use you as a mere breeding-sow. I need your magic for something in particular. Help me, and I will free you. In fact. I have found a spell you may find especially interesting. Ancient magic, thought lost. A spell of permanent bareness. It will forever protect you from what you fear so much." He grunted and gave a final thrust into the woman, as he orgasmed again. She sat atop him, panting and smiling for a few seconds, before extricating herself and waddled dazedly away, still naked, cum dripping out of her and onto the carpet.

He at upright, still very, very erect, like no time had passed. "Do we have a deal?"

She scowled at him. "What choice do I have?"

He smiled. "Good. Would you like to fuck now?" he asked nonchalantly.

His eyes glittered bright with cruel mischief. Connor glanced at her and shook his head warningly.