The bedroom was suddenly very smoky and Olivia's first thought was the house was on fire. Panic burst through her, but before she could cry out SOMETHING grabbed her and she went stiff as a board, unable to speak or turn her head; she could barely even breathe. When a strange female voice spoke right by her ear she had the crazy idea that one of the romantic fantasy stories she loved was coming true.

“Hmm, you're... your name is Olivia, isn't it? And you like reading about demons? It's your lucky day, because I'm a demon and I'm taking you to my little pocket of reality as my chattel. I'm going to torture you for my pleasure and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Brace yourself!”

Olivia felt the world around her wrench, twist and stretch before tearing into pieces. She floated in blackness and silence consumed her. She couldn't hear her heartbeat, nor her breath. The panic kept rising until she thought she might go mad.

Then, at last, reality did that same sort of knot-tying trick and Olivia found herself in a new place. She crumpled to the ground – rough wooden boards, not carpet. Instead of bedroom walls covered in pop star posters there were cage bars. And instead of windows there was open air; a twilight sky and a hot breeze. Olivia's stomach cramped and strained and she felt as if she was going to be sick. She gasped for breath and tried to control her mind and body.

“Welcome to my world, human. You won't be leaving. You know, you're not as pretty as I'd hoped for, but you have potential. So shy! Sweet sixteen and never been kissed as they say in your world. You'll be a lot more than kissed, and very soon.”

The voice came from behind the terrified teen and she turned to look. A scream caught in her throat as she looked beyond the bars at, presumably, her captor. The... thing... was over six feet tall and purple skinned with swirls of shading around its (HER! came like a punch into her mind) body and limbs. But it was the demon's face that commanded Olivia's attention. Her eyes burned bright red and her mouth was set in a sneer that exposed a tight wall of very narrow and sharp teeth. Worse, she had no hair, instead ridges and lazily moving tendrils behind her head.

“P-p-p-please! Oh please no God nono ohgodohgod... ugh this... can't be... real... help! HELP!”

Olivia's babbling stopped as she retched and vomited. Her coughing soon turned to sobs and tears dripped down her cheeks and onto the wooden floor. Her new owner smiled and giggled to herself at the sight of the girl's distress. She stared the girl down, her eyes boring into her soul just as her superior mind rifled through her thoughts.

“It's real. Utterly real. My name is Mistress Raksasa and, since you are my slave, you will always address me as Mistress. I will call you whatever I feel like. If you're a bad slave I will punish you very, very hard. If you're a good slave, I won't make you suffer quite as much. Do you understand?”

The situation was beginning to impress itself on the girl, but all she could do was nod and keep her eyes to the ground. An animal snarl startled her into looking at her jailer (MISTRESS! with another punch).

“Speak your answers always! Less than two minutes and already you've earned a punishment.”

“Y-yes... Mistress Raksasa! Sorry Mistress! I'm sorry, I'll speak my answers, please don't punish me Mistress, it was a mistake.”

“I don't care why you're wrong. I only care about making you learn. Well, and sexually humiliating you in every way. Hmm, let's see, oh! You're completely straight. Grossed out by girl-on-girl stuff so much you skip those parts in the stories. Olivia, you have no idea how UNLUCKY that is for you. Anyway, I'll punish you.”

Olivia was reduced to sobs once more. She couldn't even kneel; she curled up into a trembling ball, rocking herself back and forth. She squeezed her eyes shut, but she couldn't stop thinking about Mistress Raksasa's words.

The cage door opened with a creak and Olivia screamed as her new Mistress grabbed her. Her hands were very strong, with long fingers that ended in points like claws. Olivia saw that she was claw-footed too and padded with her heels off the ground. She had been kidnapped by a monster! Her Mistress yanked her to her feet and a hand grabbed her throat, the claws pressing as hard as they could without breaking the skin.

There was a trickle and then a gushing sound and Olivia felt hot liquid soak her underwear and yoga pants. Mistress Raksasa laughed at the spreading wet spot and smacked her other hand against the teen's bottom.

“It didn't take much to make you wet yourself. You're so weak! I don't care if I break you, but you're so fragile. If you don't toughen up very quickly you won't last long you stupid piss-slave. Now, it's time for your first trial. Pay attention.”

Olivia was dragged through the cage door onto a patch of bare earth outside. The ground was hard under her sock feet. Drips of urine stained the soil and her t-shirt had dark patches under her arms. Her glasses had fallen off and the world was just a little fuzzy; thankfully she didn't need them very much.

She felt something tight on her legs and the demon pushed her head down to look. A short length of ribbon had fastened itself above her knees. She instinctively pulled against the hobble to no effect, finding it as strong as steel despite its delicate appearance.

Something was clattering, coming closer and growing louder. Olivia couldn't turn to look, her head still held fast by her captor, no, MISTRESS, but then it came into view. It looked vaguely like a dog and moved like a dog, but it couldn't be alive. It was a thing of bone and wood lashed together with vines.

“I have quite a few of these. They're an easy bit of magic. They are guards and hunters. Once they get a sight or scent, they're relentless. Taste her!”

The thing snapped forward with powerful jaws and nipped Olivia's ankle. She tried to snatch away, but the binding at her knees thwarted her and the guard-dog-golem-whatever drew blood. Some sort of horrible leafy tongue licked her and the creature pulled back to sit on its haunches.

“We're in the center of my hedge maze. You need to find your way out. I'm going to be very generous and give you a head start, but this one will be coming after you, so don't be slow. There are others in the maze and if they see you they'll chase, so don't be too hasty. It's quite a large maze and I don't think you have much stamina. I think you're a fairly clever girl though – at least clever for a human – so you might have a chance at escaping.”

“What happens if I don't. Um, Mistress?”

“Every time one of my guardians catches you, it will violate you, whichever of your holes at random. They take a break afterwards so you can get away. If you're too slow it'll catch you again of course and you'll be penetrated a second time – or third, or fourth, or however many!”

Olivia sagged and it was only her Mistress' grip that kept her from slumping to the dirt. Was she really going to run for her life through some crazy maze while golem dogs chased her and tried to rape her? Please whatever God is up there, let this be a dream, I'll be a good girl forever if this can only be a dream! Her thoughts whirled back and forth as she was walked to the gap that led away.

With a whoosh her Mistress floated upwards, hovering in the air. She waved Olivia forward from her vantage point and the girl began to stumble forwards. She could trot but couldn't run thanks to the bindings at her knees and when she tried to tear them all she did was hurt her hands. There was nothing for it but to brave this maze.

She wasn't used to walking over hard earth without shoes and her feet soon hurt, especially where the path was more stony. Lefts, rights, dead ends, junctions, she put her mind to work and hoped she was making progress. She stopped at every corner to peer ahead, careful not to run into one of those magical beasts. Her heart was pounding, she was panting and her face was red. Her clothes were damp from sweat, not to mention the urine that had spread down her legs. The squelching at her crotch was an added misery.

Olivia had slowed down, fear coupled with a stitch in her side forcing her to dial back the pace. Then she heard it. Clack-clack-clack, not too near perhaps but certainly not that far away; the hedges made it hard to tell distance and direction! It sounded unhurried. It's confident and it's taking its time and it's going to catch me and... she couldn't finish that thought. She flashed into motion and almost fell over as the hobble ribbon pulled tight. She pushed along, almost blindly, grabbing the hedge to help stay upright, knowing only that she wanted to get as far away from her pursuer as she could.

A dead end! Oh no no, a dead end! She had hurtled around the corner and there was nowhere else to go. What there was, however, was a familiarly-shaped and familiarly-constructed statue, reared up on its hind legs like it was begging. With a creak the thing dropped to all fours and snapped its jaws as it stared at her. Olivia screamed and turned to run, but she couldn't get far before the guard-golem leapt onto her back and slammed her down.

The poor teen tried to squirm and roll away, but the creature's bony forelegs had grabbed under her arms and she was held on all fours. Her legs were pushed as far apart as they could go given their restraint. Rough-notched jaws grabbed the back of her neck.

“PLEASE! HELPHELPHELP! PLEASE ANYONE HELP ME PLEASE!”

Olivia screamed and screamed, so loud her throat hurt, but there was nothing she could do. Something pressed at the crotch of her pants and she began to wail incoherently. The fabric ripped and then her panties were tugged tight as the invading prong sought out the entrance to her virgin pussy. She heard her panties tear and then something hard and straight began to force itself into her.

The pain was so bad she almost passed out. She was totally dry inside and even though the thing penetrating her was smooth it was still rubbing her raw. An even bigger spike of agony blasted through her as her hymen tore away and the guard-golem immediately forced itself as far into her vagina as it could get. Another bright lance of pain as it bumped against her cervix and then she was being pumped like a well, the bony penis thrusting in and out of her in long, fast strokes.

Olivia shuddered and cried. She'd wanted it to be special, with a nice boy and to mean something. Now her first time had been taken and she was being used by something that was only being cruel to her. Through the haze of her tears she saw her Mistress standing and watching. Mistress Raksasa grinned from ear to ear as she watched her newest slave being brutally raped. Olivia's misery and suffering were just exquisitely enjoyable and, even better, the girl was beginning to respond.

She'd never owned a sex toy; her friends had talked about them and Darlene (Sara's friend really, not hers) had even offered to give her a dildo, but she didn't masturbate much anyway and her fingers on her clit were fine for that. But this, this was doing... something... to her. She didn't notice, but her nipples had gone hard and were rubbing against her shirt. Her pussy was beginning to get slippery and she didn't think it was blood. How could she like this at all?! She was being raped! You weren't supposed to like it! What kind of crazy slut liked being fucked against her will, especially for her very first time! Oh God, it was building... would she... how... oh God!

Mistress Raksasa laughed at Olivia's turmoil, knowing exactly what was happening from the way she was panting and sighing. The girl was even beginning to rock her hips back and forth to meet the guard-golem's thrusts. It was always the way with the most naive and prudish ones, they were always the ones who turned around the quickest. Olivia's sighs had turned into moans accompanied by the sort of other sounds women make when they're feeling sexual pleasure.

“Ohhh. oh... hmnmh... p-p-fu... fuck... fu-oh do me... yesssss... fuck me fuckmefuckmeFUCKME!”

The creature was just as immune to this new kind of begging and continued to pound her rapidly and roughly, hitting the end of her snatch and pulling almost all the way out over and over, fucking her faster than any ordinary person could have. Olivia's body was being flooded with pleasure and her world was shrinking to the way she felt between her legs. She was closer, closer, oh so close now, just a bit more and she would cum, her horror forgotten now.

And then the guard-golem pulled out and hopped away. Olivia couldn't support herself and fell prone. The loss felt tremendous and she wailed in frustration.

“NOOOOOOO! I need it come back don'tstop nonononopleasefuckme... youcan't... please!”

Her arms were so weak that she couldn't even move her hand to her crotch. With no way to get the release she craved – needed – desperately needed, she cried bitter tears. All the humiliation crashed back over her and the pleasure disappeared. She'd been raped by a magical devil-dog-thing and hadn't fought it! She'd LIKED it! She was a horrible slut and a whore who wanted it! Why couldn't she just die right here, swallowed by the earth and suffocated? Her first time and it had been like this and she'd been turned on. Olivia felt filthy, utterly ashamed of herself.

“Piss-slave. Piss-slave! Remember, if you don't get away you'll be raped again. And most likely in a different hole where there'll be no pleasure at all. I'd get moving if I were you.”

Mistress Raksasa floated away upwards once more. Olivia sniffled and tried to get herself together. She could only crawl at first, but then she found her feet and stumbled on. She had to lean on the hedge and scratched her arm as she went, but she paid no heed. Her mind was focussed on escaping a second rape. She was very unsure which way she'd come, but she had to choose. Hopefully this was the right way. The teen looked drunk as she sobbed and moaned her way through the maze.

The awful clattering sound started up again, loud and probably very close this time. Olivia froze and her heart turned to ice. She looked this way and that, casting about for where it might be and where she could go. No dead end this time and no guard-golem either, oh please! She struggled to keep moving, but then the thing dashed out of a side passage and she was face to face with it.

It was the one from the maze's center, the one that had bitten her. It was different from the other one and she recognised it instantly. The worst thing was that they made no sound except for the clacking of their body as they moved. It'd be better if they growled, she thought and giggled to herself at the ridiculousness of that idea.

The guard-golem didn't manage to pin her with its first leap, but it knocked her down. She tried to get away, but she was too slow and found herself on hands and knees again with the creature's weight on her back. Please take my pussy, she thought, disgusted with herself, but at least there might be less pain and more pleasure.

Sadly that was not to be. The thing's bony dildo sought out her anus and she shrieked at its touch. It pressed lightly at first, making sure it was lined up, then it gripped her body so tightly it hurt before slamming itself to the hilt through her tight, virgin ring. The pain was incredible, volcanic, and Olivia saw stars. Her stomach twisted and she coughed up bile as the second rape began.

Olivia was shaken back and forth so hard her teeth rattled. Her ass was completely dry and the unrelenting penetrations felt like they were scraping her skin off. On and on it went and the pain stayed at fever pitch. She prayed for death or at least unconsciousness, but she received neither. The guard-golem regularly pulled all the way out and waited for a second or two for her asshole to contract before ripping it open again with a hard thrust. Every time it did, she howled with all her might and her whole body tensed.

Once again her Mistress had appeared. She seemed especially pleased with this new abuse. She pointed and laughed and held her stomach as she watched her teen slave be ruined by her hellish creation. Olivia was shaken like a rat as the thing pounded her relentlessly, her small breasts bouncing and her muscles quaking. She felt something drip down her thighs and realised she must be bleeding.

The girl flopped like a wet rag once the savage rape finally finished. Her clothes were soaked, not to mention torn from the guard-golem's claws. Spots of her blood darkened the ground. She moaned and panted and paid no attention to what was around her. That loop of agony, playing over and over in her head, that was all she could comprehend.

When she came back to reality she was alone. Her Mistress had disappeared once more and the thing had gone as well. She was too weak to stand, so she crawled. Her eyes were swollen nearly shut from crying so much. She had to breathe through her mouth because her nose was totally plugged with snot.

She managed three turns before finding yet another of the sadistic golems. This time the target was her mouth. The hard shaft stretched her jaw so wide she thought it might break. Her teeth made a horrible sound as they scraped against it and her tongue was pinned at the bottom of her mouth. The creature raped her throat, forcing itself several inches down her windpipe with each thrust. She gasped for breath when she could, but the guard-golem gave her no respite. It felt like she was being drilled and scoured with sandpaper at the same time.

That took the last bit of fight out of her and she simply lay in the dirt. She was still there when the other golems caught up to her. Rape after rape washed over her in a haze, the pain and humiliation all she knew, the stimulation never enough to make her climax. Each hole was used mercilessly. She lost count of how many times she was violated by these unthinking, implacable constructions.

“Enough! Away, my pretties. Leave her be.”

Mistress Raksasa scooped Olivia up as if she was a kitten. Olivia's head lolled against the demon's arm and she was cradled close. Up, up they went, floating over the maze. Olivia could see the extent of the thing, more huge than she would ever have guessed, and realised this was a set-up. She could never have found the way out.

“Let's get you back to your cage, slave-pet. Your first trial's done. You didn't pass, but there was no passing or failing, just breaking.”

Olivia closed her eyes and could not reply. She couldn't even feel angry at having been tormented like this. Her shame and trauma were too big to allow other feelings. She felt motion as they flew, and then she was set down. She laid senseless, eyes still closed. The cage door clanged shut and her Mistress spoke again.

“There's water and food. Both taste foul. Drink and eat as much as you can. You need your strength. You never know what tomorrow will bring, do you? It could be even more fun than today. Fun for me that is. Goodnight Olivia – my newest slave. Sweet dreams!”