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underbelly of the king's castle. She had hoped to see the
    interior of the grand royal castle and be witness to the magnificence
    that it was rumored to be.
    However, she resigned herself to the fact that the king would not
    even consider the possibility of allowing a simple peasant girl in his
    presence. At least not until she had proven herself worthy.
    And so here, she found herself trying to prove it with a task that
    was both impossible and pathetically stupid. Her shoulders hunched
    when they finally stopped in front of a heavy wooden door with iron
    hinges, locked with three huge iron padded locks.
    DeMumart removed a long key from the pocket of his finely
    embroidered silk coat, and unlocked the pads. The door creaked open,
    revealing a large circular room of stone. Bundles and stacks of straw
    filled from floor to ceiling.
    Elise's heart sunk to her stomach. She placed her hand to her chest,
    feeling the pedant Damien had given her. It buzzed softly against her
    hand and a small surge of hope managed to awaken inside her.
    DeMumart stepped aside, smirking wickedly. He bowed arrogantly
    sweeping his hand through the air inviting her to enter. The moment
    she did the door slammed shut and she heard the locks click.
    Alone, Elise looked about the entire room. The stacks of hay must
    have been at least twelve feet high. They surrounded her, reaching
    out from the wall about fifteen feet, leaving only a small narrow strip
    of walking space that lead to a tiny spinning wheel, which looked as
    though it had had better days.
    She walked a few steps until the spinning wheel sat only a few
    inches away from her. Placing one hand on the wheel, and the other

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    on her pendant, Elise closed her eyes and concentrated on Damien
    Dontaleone, Lord of Darkhaven.
    Within seconds, the pedant began to heat in her grasp. It vibrated
    and she felt a jolt of magical energy coursed through her. Just when
    she thought the pendant would burn a hole straight through her hand,
    a flash of light forced her eyes open. Another, then another followed
    it and yet another, until six more flashes later, ten small creatures
    appeared before her.
    They appeared to be little demons with small lanky bodies and
    large bat-like wings. The horns on their heads gleamed white against
    their coal black bodies. Their tiny faces resembled evil canine-like
    creatures.
    Startled and bit frightened, Elise took a step back, almost toppling
    over the spinning wheel. Before she could scream, one of the
    creatures flew face level to her and blew warm honey scented breath
    directly into her face. An odd fog of silver enveloped her head. The
    moment she took a breath, a strange calmness overcame her.
    Just before her eyes closed, two more creatures grabbed her upper
    arms and carried her to a short ledge, several inches above the twelve
    feet of straw, and laid her gently down on it. The last thing she saw
    was the little demons spread out and start to whirl around the
    mountains of straw, like tiny silver streaks shooting in every direction.
    Her eyes fluttered a few times before they closed and she fell fast
    asleep.

    * * * *
Warm hands massaged her breasts, her pussy.
    The sultry deep voice whispered soothing words in her ear.
    Elise groaned and spread her legs wide
    The invisible hands stroked her nether lips with more vigor. She
    burst once more, swaying in the warm embrace of the white void that
    surrounded her ... ahh so wonderful ... mmmm Damien...
    "It's not possible!"
    Elise jerked her head around, shaking the haziness from her
    slumber. Duke DeMumart stood at the entrance of the room and

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    gaped in. His expression twisted into a mixture of outrage and
    unbelief.
    Elise turned the rest of her body around and stretched the laziness
    from her limbs. She blinked several times until her vision became
    clearer. Natural light from the corridor filtered into the room.
    Morning had come already? But she just fell asleep didn't she?
    She gasped. Every inch of