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@@.dateTitle;Sunday, March 01; 22:00 - Gabriel's Apartment@@
@@.passageTitle;Unexpected@@
Two years… it has been almost two years since you first met Nadia. A chance encounter in a dancing class, which later evolved into what you could only describe as the most fulfilling relationship of your life. Long dark hair, deep blue eyes, and a smile that could melt all your worries away. Sometimes, you think that you wouldn't mind spending the rest of your life at her side.
Nevertheless, not everything is going well for you; the //best job market ever// seems like a fleeting illusion, regardless of the value granted by your recent graduate degree. This situation leaves you frustrated, and soon you will be unable to pay the rent. Fortunately, Nadia comes to your rescue with a few cryptic text messages…
TXT_RCV: @@.quoteNadia;Hey darling, I think I solved your job problem!@@
TXT_SND: @@.quoteHero;Honey, I’m not ready to be a gigolo yet!@@
TXT_RCV: @@.quoteNadia;Ha-ha. No, mom called when I was on the way to the airport.@@
TXT_RCV: @@.quoteNadia;She convinced dad to let you work at the resort!@@
TXT_RCV: @@.quoteNadia;You must show up tomorrow at 7 AM - no excuses!@@
TXT_SND: @@.quoteHero;That’s sudden, but I’ll be there!@@
TXT_RCV: @@.quoteNadia;Mom will wait in the eastern lobby.@@
TXT_RCV: @@.quoteNadia;I've got to go catch my flight now, see you in two weeks!@@
TXT_SND: @@.quoteHero;Ok, have fun on your tour!@@
TXT_SND: @@.quoteHero;I love you!@@
TXT_RCV: @@.quoteNadia;I love you too.@@
TXT_RCV: @@.quoteNadia;Oh, by the way…@@
TXT_SND: @@.quoteHero;?@@
TXT_RCV: @@.quoteNadia;You can be my gigolo anytime. :grin:@@
Excited by this unexpected event, you quickly climb into your bed and set your alarm clock for 6 AM. Finally, things are about to change for the better!
[[However, sleep doesn't come easy for you…|03_02_0630_firstday]]
By Logan Scodini
logan.scodini@gmail.com@@.dateTitle;Monday, March 02; 06:30 - Gabriel's Apartment@@
@@.passageTitle;First Day@@
@@.quoteHero; “Hmm…?”@@
You hear the buzzing sound of a morning show on the radio; you dizzily open your eyes and feel your heart racing. It is 6:30 AM already, and you now barely have time to get to work!
You put on some clothes and exit your apartment in a rush. Luckily, you’re just in time to catch the bus going downtown. You get in, find a seat in the left row, and soon you start to rememorate the details of your destination.
The //Altagrande Hotel and Casino//; one of the largest and most luxurious resorts of the city, suffers no shame from it’s neighbours thanks to its sixty floors and more than four thousands rooms. It offers all the legal (and illegal) pleasures one could expect to find in this den of vices.
From what you know it partly belongs to Nadia’s family, though she only revealed that to you last year when she introduced you to her parents. Thus, her father currently sits on the administrative board of the whole resort, and her mother is the main floor officer. No doubt, it probably didn’t take them too long to find you a proper position.
You only have met Nadia’s father on a few occasions. However, you are more intimate with Samantha, her mother. She is a cold and calculating woman who, while polite, never seemed to have much love for you. You expect to change this over time, and prove to her that you are a worthy man for her daughter.
Your vehicle stops abruptly, which pulls you out of your reverie; you have arrived at your destination. You squint your eyes as you step out of the bus, blinded by the reflections of the morning sun in the windows of the tower in front of you.
[[You enter the building, right on time.|03_02_0705_late]]@@.dateTitle;Monday, March 02; 07:05 - Altagrande Resort, Eastern Lobby@@
@@.passageTitle;Late@@
@@.quoteSamantha;“Gabriel. You are late.”@@
Those are the first words you hear from behind you as you walk from the entrance and toward the reception desk. The voice, while glacial, is also familiar.
You turn around and quickly try to reply:
@@.quoteHero;“I’m sorry Samantha, but it is only by a few minutes. Nadia told me-”@@
She does not seem to be in a happy mood, and she sharply interrupts you:
@@.quoteSamantha;“I don’t accept excuses, never. Furthermore, you will call me //Mrs. Altaria// during working hours.”@@
You don’t want to make things worse, so you humbly reply:
@@.quoteHero;“I’m sorry, //Mrs. Altaria//.”@@
She listens to your last words with a strange predatory smile, which makes you feel uneasy. Nonetheless, you now have a chance to take a good look at her, and as usual she is a sight to behold. Standing tall in her custom-made indigo business suit, her long black hairs loosely surround the chiseled features of her marble visage. Her eyes, of the same blue as Nadia’s, seem to pierce your soul as she looks intently at you.
She suddenly turns around and, with a swift movement of the arm, invites you to follow her. You do your best to keep up with her quick cadence.
@@.quoteSamantha;“You look like you didn’t get much sleep yesterday, so I presume you also didn’t have time to eat this morning.”@@
@@.quoteHero;“No, I didn’t.”@@
@@.quoteSamantha;“I was expecting that. We will go to my table and have breakfast, then. After, I will explain your schedule for the week.”@@
@@.quoteHero;“Thank you, Sam- Mrs. Altaria.”@@
[[You keep walking, silently.|03_02_0715_breakfast]]@@.dateTitle;Monday, March 02; 07:30 - Altagrande Resort, The Octavian Restaurant@@
@@.passageTitle;Welcome@@
You eat your meal under the stare of Mrs. Altaria, who quickly drank her espresso as soon as it arrived. She keeps staring at you; you feel nervous from the weight of her silent judgments. Nevertheless, you do your best to keep up as she starts to explain in details the nature of your work.
@@.quoteSamantha;“You look better now, but in the future I expect you to be ready for duty as soon as you arrive. Still, let me explain what my husband and I have planned for you.”@@
She sighs, then continues:
@@.quoteSamantha;“Gabriel, I’ll be frank: our daughter Nadia is everything to us, and as her companion we expect you to carry the standard of our family. Thus, we welcome you in our business, where you will have a chance to prove your worth.
Still, do not expect any special treatment. You will have to familiarize yourself with all aspects of our resort before we may feel ready to accept you as a manager. Thus, you will start this week as a groom for the hotel.”@@
Mrs. Altaria motions at someone to come closer with her fingers; you see a cute blonde woman confidently walking toward your table. She seems to be in her early thirties, and her athletic body is well complemented by a short silvery dress which seems to cling to her body.
@@.quoteSamantha;“This is Katia. She is well experienced at the hotel and will be your guide for the week. Follow her instructions and everything will go nicely.”@@
Then, Mrs. Altaria gets up.
@@.quoteSamantha;“I have to go now. We will meet again later this week.”@@
And with this said she walks away, not even bothering to take another glance at you.
Katia soon arrives and sits in the booth, in front of you. She introduces herself and gives you a warm smile, which makes you feel a bit better. You detect a slight Slavic accent in her voice.
@@.quoteKatia;“I hope Mrs. Altaria didn’t scare you, did she? Anyhow, it’s your first day and she told me to show you around. Thus, our first step will be to pick up your uniform. No need to wash it, though, just bring it back to the laundry room when your shift is finished.”@@
@@.quoteHero;“Alright. By the way, is Mrs. Altaria always like this at work?”@@
Katia replies to you with a tongue-in-cheek comment:
@@.quoteKatia;“Something isn’t right with her today. My guess: it sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays.”@@
She smiles. You chuckle.
[[You feel like you are going to get along well with Katia.|03_02_0900_room1408]]@@.dateTitle;Monday, March 02; 14:00 - Altagrande Resort, Room 1408@@
@@.passageTitle;Do Not Disturb@@
You remove the //Do Not Disturb// sign and insert the card Katia loaned you in its place. The door unlocks and you enter the room. You are suddenly frozen in your steps as your hear the sharp sound of the door closing behind you. In the middle of the room stands a middle-aged man, whose impressive musculature is enhanced by the fact that he wears no clothes! His aroused member stands fully erect, encircled by the hand of a pretty red-haired woman kneeling naked in front of him. From the looks of it, she is currently performing fellatio.
The man quickly turns around and faces you, while the woman let go of his sex.
@@.quoteStrongMale;“Who is it? What are you doing here?!”@@
Your face quickly turns into a deep shade of red, matching your uniform.
@@.quoteHero;“I’m so sorry sir, I work for the hotel. You called us about an issue you have with the room.”@@
@@.quoteStrongMale;“Indeed! But that doesn’t give you the right to barge into our room. Didn’t you see the sign?”@@
@@.quoteHero;“I’m sorry, I-”@@
@@.quoteStrongMale;“Sorry? No, you’re not sorry, not yet. I’m going to call the reception and tell them all about your intrusion. I know people, and you will be lucky if you still have your job at the end of the day.”@@
Your mind goes blank. No doubt, you have just lost your job. You couldn’t even keep it for a full day. Your head is spinning; you are overtaken by panic when the woman, still naked, gets up, smiles and gets close to you.
@@.quoteFemale;“I’m sorry about my husband, he often becomes grumpy when he doesn’t get to finish what he started. Would you kindly help us with this matter? Then, we could all forget about what happened.”@@
She turns around and addresses her husband:
@@.quoteFemale;“What do you think, darling, would that be good?”@@
The man confidently smiles and rests his hands on his hips.
@@.quoteStrongMale;“Honey, you know me well. Fine, let’s continue where we left off, shall we?”@@
You don’t know what to say, but you are so scared that you barely react when the redhead gets in front of you. Her hands caress your hair and her green eyes keep staring into yours. Somehow, you can’t look away. She kisses you deeply on the mouth; you can now feel her tongue piercing your lips. She smells so sweet, like a flower waiting to be pollinated.
You can feel her hand around your rigid sex, and she soothes the remnants of your worries with her sweet voice. You are now naked, but your mind can barely register this fact anymore. Your head is spinning, things are getting fuzzy.
She then gets behind you and slowly pushes you forward, until you are face-to-face with her husband. You almost feel like his silhouette could be used as a model for antique statues, and you would never be able to guess his age if it weren’t for his graying temples.
He seems to guess what you are thinking:
@@.quoteStrongMale;“Twenty-five years of bodybuilding, son. I started in high school and never stopped. I didn’t go to many competitions, but then my wife never had anything to complain about, either.”@@
They both laugh, and you can feel her hands on your shoulders. You are so weak, and soon you are on your knees, staring straight at a swelling penis. You feel the hands of the wife around your head; she caresses your hair while her husband nonchalantly stroke his now rigid member.
He pushes his hips forward a little, and the tip of his shaft leaves your lips coated with pre-seminal fluids. He then pulls back, and you can feel the soft hands of his wife gently pulling on your forehead and your chin. Your mouth is now open, vulnerable.
Something is flashing in your mind. This isn’t right.
[[You can’t protest; everything will be alright, they told you so.|03_02_1420_firsttime]]@@.dateTitle;Monday, March 02; 14:00 - Altagrande Resort, Room 1408@@
@@.passageTitle;Husband and Wife@@
No one answers. You try again, and this time you can hear the deep voice of a man.
@@.quoteStrongMale;“Who is it? Can’t you read the sign?!”@@
You reply, in your most polite voice:
@@.quoteHero;“Sorry sir, I work for the hotel. I think you called us about an issue you have with the room.”@@
@@.quoteStrongMale;“Indeed! Give us a minute and get in, we need your help.”@@
You wait a moment and enter the room using the card Katia loaned you. You are suddenly frozen in your steps as you hear the sharp sound of the door closing behind you. In the middle of the room stands a middle-aged man, whose impressive musculature is enhanced by the fact that he wears no clothes! His aroused member stands fully erect, and you wonder just what is going on right now.
@@.quoteStrongMale;“Hello, young man! I was told this room includes everything you need to practice safe sex. Yet, my wife and I cannot find condoms!”@@
As he finishes talking, a woman you assume to be his wife leaves the bathroom, barely covered with a green bath towel. Her disheveled and curly long red hair leaves you with no doubt (not that you had much) about the activities that were going on when you arrived.
She gets close to you and looks into your eyes for a moment. Then, she smiles:
@@.quoteFemale;“I’m sorry about my husband, he often becomes grumpy when he doesn’t get what he wants. Still, it would be nice of you to bring us condoms. They are supposed to be in the bathroom, but I can’t find them. Would you take a look inside and bring them out?”@@
You have no clue where you might find contraceptives in the bathroom, but somehow you feel like it’s your duty to get them. You get in, yet after a few minutes of frantic search you must admit defeat. No problem you think; you can simply call Katia at the reception and ask her for advice.
You feel your head spinning as you leave the bathroom; something is wrong. You stumble around, looking for a phone, but it might prove to be useless; you see the redhead standing in an alcove on the edge of the room, close to a double-size bed. She holds in her hands a few shiny plastic squares, which you recognize as condoms.
She playfully smiles at you and throw the contraceptives on the ground:
@@.quoteFemale;“It seems that we have found what we were looking for. Sorry about that. Still, maybe there is a way for me to repay you for the time you wasted?”@@
She finishes her sentence by lifting her hands behind her neck. Her towel falls behind her and you can now admire her hourglass figure, complemented by generous breasts with pink areolas.
@@.quoteFemale;“You know, I saw something in your eyes when you arrived. I think you are not feeling well right now.”@@
You answer her with difficulty:
@@.quoteHero;“I’m sorry… I did not have enough sleep last night.”@@
@@.quoteFemale;“You should stay here with us, then. I promise that we won’t hurt you.”@@
She then sits on the edge of the bed and opens her legs. Her hands linger around her thighs and her fingers surround the moist entrance of her sex. Her pubic hair, neatly trimmed into a fiery arrow, invites you to taste her forbidden fruit. She is grinning at you, her head tilted back as she bites her lower lip.
@@.quoteFemale;“Now, would you kindly come here and lick me?
Don’t be shy. Come closer.”@@
Your thoughts are clouded. She is so enticing. Still, something is flashing in the back of your mind. This isn’t right.
[[You walk toward her, obediently.|03_02_1420_lickit]]@@.chapterTitle;Welcome@@
You are about to enter the realm of the //Altagrande Hotel & Casino//, an adult paradise where all your dreams can come true. Do be careful, though, for not everything is as it seems in the //Palace of pleasure//.
@@.passageTitle;Interactive Fiction@@
This story describes the adventures of Gabriel, a young man who will face many trials in his quest to find true love. However, this is a work of //Interactive Fiction//, which means that you, the reader, will have the chance to guide his actions.
Thus, you must click on hyperlinks at the end of the passages to see how the story will evolve, depending on your choices.
@@.passageTitle;Disclaimer@@
//The Altagrande Chronicles// is solely intended for the entertainment of a mature audience. It is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This story contains detailed descriptions related to adult themes including but not limited to: consensual and non-consensual sexuality between adults, bondage, domination and submission, sadomasochism, prostitution, alcohol and tobacco usage, reference to illegal drugs and violent behaviour.
By clicking on the following links, you confirm that you are authorized to access such material in your current location.
[[Click on this link to start the adventure.|Chapter_01_title]]@@.dateTitle;Monday, March 02; 14:20 - Altagrande Resort, Room 1408@@
@@.passageTitle;Lick It@@
You feel like a puppet as you hazily walk toward the redheaded woman. Her green eyes keep staring into yours, and somehow you just can’t look elsewhere. She smiles at you, gets up from the bed and kisses you deeply on the mouth. You can now feel her tongue piercing your lips. She smells so sweet, like a flower waiting to be pollinated.
Everything seems fuzzy now; you barely react when she starts to remove your clothes. Soon, you can feel her hand around your rigid sex, and she somehow soothes the remnants of your worries with her sweet voice. You are now naked, but your mind can barely register this fact anymore.
She puts her hands on your shoulders. You are so weak, and soon you are on your knees. She sits back on the edge of the bed, and you can feel her hands in your hair; the tender caress of her fingers. She then grabs the back of your head and pulls you between her legs.
Her flavour overloads your senses.
You are now staring straight at her tumescent vulva; it seems like her erect clitoris is now begging for attention.
@@.quoteFemale;“Come on baby, kiss me… Yes, touch my breasts…
Now, use your tongue… Yes, right there!”@@
She guides all your actions, and soon you feel a strange lack of emotions as you mechanically obey the requests of your new //instructor//. She is now easily controlling you with suggestive words, and you feel as if you are no more than a spectator inside your own body.
The deep voice of her husband suddenly echoes from behind you:
@@.quoteStrongMale;“It seems like you are enjoying your ride, dear. Is he talented?”@@
@@.quoteFemale;“He’s a natural, though he needs practice! But don’t you worry honey, he’s all yours once I’m finished here!”@@
You feel a dumb sting as the man loudly slaps your behind. You barely flinch; he laughs.
The redhead then pulls on your hair to redirect your attention toward her clitoris. She makes you lick it, now at a faster rhythm.
She moans. She is getting close.
@@.quoteFemale;“That’s it, baby bird! Lick it, lick it!”@@
Then, you feel it: a quick throbbing motion from her hips, followed by an animalistic guttural moan. She pulls you inside as she closes her legs around your head; your face is soon drenched with her nectar.
Her contractions soon stop, and the tension around your neck is lifted. The wife gets up, lifts your chin and bends down to kiss your mouth. She smiles at you, like a spider would to a fly; you are caught in her web.
She then goes on, apparently unfazed by your lack of reaction:
@@.quoteFemale;“That was great, no? Anyhow, my husband is waiting in the bathroom and I promised him a nice tight ass. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure he will be… //gentle//.
Now, be a good lad and get on the bed, I must get you ready to accommodate him.”@@
You can’t believe what is happening, they are going to rape you.
[[Yet, you climb on the bed.|03_02_1450_rescued]]@@.dateTitle;Monday, March 02; 14:20 - Altagrande Resort, Room 1408@@
@@.passageTitle;First Time@@
You look into the eyes of the man, pleading for mercy, but he simply smiles and pushes his hips forward. Your mouth, held open, welcomes the crown of his cock. Your nostrils are soon overwhelmed by a strong musky flavour.
You start to gag, but you are soon calmed down by a motherly voice:
@@.quoteFemale;“That’s it, baby, you are doing great. Now, breathe with your nose and start using your tongue a bit. Yes, that’s it!”@@
You feel a strange lack of emotions as you mechanically obey the requests of your new //instructor//. She is now easily controlling you with suggestive words, and you feel as if you are no more than a spectator inside your own body.
Nonetheless, the oral invasion you witness is quite thorough, and you spend a long time //worshipping// the pulsing member in front of your eyes.
@@.quoteFemale;“Suck the balls… Kiss the tip… Relax your throat… Yes, you are doing good.”@@
A deep manly voice suddenly breaks the mood:
@@.quoteStrongMale;“I’m getting close.”@@
The readhead lifts your head and smiles at you:
@@.quoteFemale;“This is my favorite part. Now, my little bird, get ready to swallow his offering.”@@
Her quiet tone does you no good as the thick warm penis of her husband impolitely breaches your lips. You now press your tongue on the tip of his glans, vainly trying to prevent what you know is going to happen.
Then, you feel it: a quick throbbing motion followed by an animalistic guttural moan. Your mouth is soon inundated with six quick jets of a thick salty liquid, whose taste you are unfamiliar with: sperm.
The living shaft, now softening, is then pulled out. Still, you somehow have not yet swallowed any of the cream filling your mouth. You lazily start thinking about spitting it out when you see the redhead looking at you with a strange smile.
@@.quoteFemale;“I guess it’s your first time, no? Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”@@
She then quickly tilts your head backward with one hand while you feel a thumb and an index pinch your nose. You have no choice: you reflexively swallow the mix of saliva and semen coating your mouth. In spite of this, the flavour seems to remain on your tongue.
She then goes on:
@@.quoteFemale;“It’s better this way, don’t you think? Anyhow, my husband will soon recuperate and I must warn you: the next act will be more… //primal//.
Now, be a good lad and follow me to the bed, I must get you ready to accommodate him from your other… //side//.”@@
You can’t believe what is happening. They are going to rape you.
[[You must get ready; you climb on the bed.|03_02_1450_rescued]]@@.dateTitle;Monday, March 02; 14:50 - Altagrande Resort, Room 1098@@
@@.passageTitle;Rescued@@
You stand in the middle of the large bed, naked and on all fours. A soothing voice encourages you to arch your back; you feel a strange sense of sadness seeping into your mind.
You have lost control of your body, and you can’t say if the feelings you experience are yours anymore. You can sense soft hands massaging your backside; you aren’t sure if you are ready for what is going to happen.
Suddenly, you hear a loud noise coming from far-away; it is followed by a voice you seem to recognize.
@@.quoteHero;Katia?!@@
Your senses are blurred, but you gather enough willpower to turn around, toward the direction of the sounds. You can now see Katia, she’s in the room! You weakly look at her and try to say something, but only incomprehensible words manage to escape your lips.
The wife quickly tries to regain control of the situation:
@@.quoteFemale;“You work at this hotel, right? Look, your friend has chosen to remain with us for a while. This is not unusual in this //establishment//, no?”@@
Katia is clearly not buying it:
@@.quoteKatia;“Sorry //`suka//, but attempted rape is not something we take lightly.
I’ll tell you something, though. You leave right now, I mean - Right. Goddamn. Now. - and maybe, maybe I won’t kick your ass after we burn your luggages.”@@
Suddenly, the bathroom door opens violently and the redhead’s husband, stark naked, angrily walks toward Katia. She remains impassible, clearly unimpressed by the breathing mountain of muscles standing a few feets in front of her.
His face is now deformed by a cruel rictus.
@@.quoteStrongMale;“Look at this, an unexpected tasty little dessert. Still, you should know that //no one// talks to my wife like that.
Now, she promised me that I would get to plough a cute little ass today.
Guess what girl, it’s going to be //yours//!”@@
[[The man suddenly throws a punch at her face before she has time to answer.|03_02_1500_broken]]@@.dateTitle;Monday, March 02; 15:00 - Altagrande Resort, Room 1408@@
@@.passageTitle;Broken@@
Katia uncannily dodges the massive fist with a movement of her head, and what would have been an assured knockout is now only a glancing blow. Nevertheless, you can see blood dripping from a fresh cut under her left eye.
The man, clearly an experienced fist fighter, quickly follows up with another hook, but this time Katia is ready. She moves sideway just as the hit is about to connect, and then blocks the attack of the man with a swift motion from her hand. She then proceeds to hit his overextended elbow with a sharp palm strike. The man holds his injured arm, but then screams with rage as he lunges toward the blonde woman.
@@.quoteStrongMale;“I will break you!”@@
The battle lasts for a few minutes until Katia, like an experienced torero, evades the bull charging at her through a gracious sidestep. She follows her maneuver with a quick neck chop, which sends the bodybuilder down for the count.
Katia is now breathing hard, and you can see blood slowly seeping on her hand as she presses on the right side of her abdomen. She looks at the remains of what seemed to be a whisky bottle, lying on the floor. She somehow manages to smile, wryly.
@@.quoteKatia;“You said that you would break me, but from the look of it you only managed to break this bottle.”@@
You aren’t quite there anymore, nonetheless a small chuckle escapes your lips.
The wife, shocked, pleads to be allowed to leave, but Katia is not in the mood for compassion anymore.
[[She punches the redhead lights out.|03_02_1515_safe]]@@.dateTitle;Monday, March 02; 07:15 - Altagrande Resort, The Octavian Restaurant@@
@@.passageTitle;Breakfast@@
Mrs. Altaria guides you toward a luxurious restaurant named //The Octavian//. She does not bother to wait at the entrance, and soon you are sitting in a cozy booth table. There are no menus, though, and Mrs. Altaria simply tells you, in a patronizing tone, to choose whatever you want.
A few moments later and a young waitress arrives at your table. The brunette, dressed in a revealing French maid attire, gives you a curtsy and introduces herself as Sophia. She then proceeds to ask you what you would like to eat.
Mrs. Altaria angrily squints her eyes and look at the girl, from top to bottom.
@@.quoteSamantha;“You clearly need more practice with your greetings, young lady. You almost lost your balance doing that curtsy. Furthermore, there is a grease stain on your apron.”@@
The girl mouth is agape, though she remains silent. This doesn’t prevent Mrs. Altaria from going on:
@@.quoteSamantha;“I will see you in my office later, and we will review your... //performance//. In the meantime, bring me an espresso; he will have Eggs Benedict.”@@
The young girl sadly thanks her and leaves. You look at Mrs. Altaria, a little bit puzzled. She sports the same smile you saw back in the lobby.
@@.quoteSamantha;“I’m sorry Gabriel, but we don’t have all day to wait for you to order. Furthermore, I think it’s best for you to understand that //I// am the one in control.”@@
[[You remain speechless.|03_02_0730_welcome]]@@.dateTitle;Monday, March 02; 15:15 - Altagrande Resort, Room 1408@@
@@.passageTitle;Safe@@
Katia quickly checks up on you; your glassy eyes tell her you won’t be getting up anytime soon. She goes back and pick up the phone, and moments later you can hear her talking with someone.
@@.quoteKatia;“Hey Danny, it’s me. Yeah…
One moment… ugh… I need you here, room 1408.
Bring Mike… and a couple more guys…
Also… a first aid kit… I could use a drink while you’re at it…
Anything, Danny, just pick anything…
I have to go… Oh, Danny…
Not a word to Mrs. Altaria…
Please…
I’ll give her my report tomorrow…
…Thanks.”@@
She hangs up, turns around and sits on the bed, beside you. She then grabs your shoulders and gives you a deep, warm hug.
You feel her lips near your ear. She whispers to you:
@@.quoteKatia;“Don’t worry now. You’re safe.”@@
[[You pass out.|03_02_1745_awake]]@@.chapterTitle;Chapter 1: The Queen@@
And proud Lucifera men did her call,
That made her selfe a Queene, and crownd to be,
Yet rightfull kingdome she had none at all,
Ne heritage of native soveraintie,
But did usurpe with wrong and tyrannie
Upon the scepter, which she now did hold:
Ne ruld her Realmes with lawes, but pollicie,
And strong advizement of six wisards old,
That with their counsels bad her kingdome did uphold.
''Edmund Spenser'' (//The Faerie Queene, Book I// - excerpt)
[[Click here to read Chapter 1.|03_01_2200_unexpected]]@@.dateTitle;Monday, March 02; 09:00 - Altagrande Resort, Eastern Lobby@@
@@.passageTitle;Room 1408@@
You are back in the lobby after an hour-long tour of the hotel, though this time dressed from head to toe in a burgundy groom uniform. It even includes the traditional little round hat.
Katia gives you a friendly pat on the shoulder and then leaves; she is required to manage the personnel from the office of the reception. Nevertheless, you feel comfortable as you walk around the entrance, ready to open the glass doors of the hotel and willing to help people carry their suitcases to their rooms.
The first few hours of your shift go smoothly, but soon after your short lunch break you see Katia waving her arm, signalling you to come over at the reception counter.
You go and meet her, and she jokingly welcomes you:
@@.quoteKatia;“Well, hello there gorgeous! It’s nice of you to spend some time with a poor lonely lady!”@@
She then continues, on a more serious tone:
@@.quoteKatia;“Could you go to room 1408 and make sure everything is okay? The guests have ordered someone to come over but didn’t specify any further details. Usually it means that they aren’t satisfied with something.
I wouldn’t normally ask you this on your first day, but Mrs. Altaria requested all the surplus staff to accompany her at the casino when you were gone. I’m now the only senior employee around, so I need to remain near the lobby.”@@
You are a little bit puzzled:
@@.quoteHero;“Understood, but what should I tell them?”@@
She seems to think for a moment, but quickly answers you:
@@.quoteKatia;“Just go and apologize a lot, it usually does the job. If that’s not enough, call me and I will join you there, once I can find someone to replace me, that is.”@@
She hands you a //multipass// card, and a few minutes later you are standing in front of room 1408. The //Do Not Disturb// door hanger stands out from the card reader, yet it is your job to contact its occupants.
[[You knock on the door.|03_02_1400_husbandandwifed]]
@@.branchQuestion;Non-canon Alternatives:@@
[[You enter the room using the card Katia loaned you. (M/M Content)|03_02_1400_donotdisturb]]@@.dateTitle;Monday, March 02; Unknown Time - Unknown Location@@
@@.passageTitle;Awake@@
You sense a bright glow over your eyelids as you regain consciousness. You open your eyes; it takes you a moment to get used to the intense light coming from somewhere in the room.
@@.quoteHero;What happened? Where am I?@@
You try to lift your head, but soon it sinks back on a comfortable pillow; you are still weak. Your right hand then feels warmth as it lifts itself, or so you think.
@@.quoteKatia;“Don’t move. You are stronger than I thought, but you will still feel the effects of the drugs for a couple more hours.”@@
You turn your head. A deep feeling of safety overwhelms your mind as you see Katia; she’s holding your hand between her palms. You give her a coy smile.
@@.quoteHero;“Hello, Katia.”@@
She smiles back, apparently relieved to see you awake:
@@.quoteKatia;“Hello, Gabriel.”@@
She slowly grabs your shoulders and helps you sit down on the backside of what appears to be a luxurious bed. Its purple silky sheets carry a slight smell of lavender; clearly, you are not in a hotel room anymore.
Katia is now standing by your side, kneeling on the bed in a matching set of black underwear. Her hair is tied in a bun and she sports a white bandage around her torso; numerous bruises and cuts adorn her body.
She replies to your silent observations:
@@.quoteKatia;“I need to stop slacking on my hand-to-hand training. Yet, I’m sure he had boxing experience.”@@
@@.quoteHero;“Thank you, Katia. I don't remember much, but it seems like you saved my ass... literally.”@@
She chuckles.
@@.quoteKatia;“And you, my dear Gabriel, need to stop accepting candy from strangers. You were quite high on //Z-drugs// when I found you.”@@
@@.quoteHero;“I don’t remember them offering me anything. But then, I’m not really sure what happened back there. How did you know I needed help?”@@
@@.quoteKatia;“It was weird that you didn’t call me back after you were gone almost an hour. I didn’t expect //Muscleman//, though. Ugh, second worst first day at the job I ever seen.”@@
@@.quoteHero;“How can this not be the worst?”@@
@@.quoteKatia;“No one died.”@@
You both laugh.
@@.quoteHero;“So, where are we?”@@
@@.quoteKatia;“My private suite. I felt you might not have wanted to remain in room 1408.”@@
Your eyes gaze on the setting sun, whose rays pierce the giant windows on the opposite side of the room.
@@.quoteHero;“The view is amazing.”@@
She sits close to you.
@@.quoteKatia;“It is.”@@
She puts her hand on your cheek; her lips brushes yours.
[[You slightly pull your head back, uncertain about her intentions.|03_02_1800_threethings]]@@.dateTitle;Monday, March 02; 18:00 - Altagrande Resort, Katia's Suite@@
@@.passageTitle;Three Things@@
Katia doesn’t seem to notice your hesitation, or maybe she does. Nonetheless, there is lust in her eyes.
You quickly feel her grip the back of your head as she aggressively kisses you; your mind goes blank. Pleasure is soon mixed with pain; however, as you feel her teeth gently sink into your lower lip.
Your surprised vocal reaction seems to snap her out of her trance; she quickly breaks your embrace and lowers her head.
@@.quoteKatia;“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. We are both in a vulnerable state of mind, and after what happened to you…
God, Gabriel, I’m so sorry.”@@
She gets out of bed and sadly chuckles:
@@.quoteKatia;“Besides, I am in no shape for more action today.”@@
You give her a smile, showing you accept her apology.
@@.quoteKatia;“Stay here for the night. I left your clothes and a toothbrush on the nightstand.”@@
@@.quoteHero;“What about you?”@@
@@.quoteKatia;“I’ll sleep on the couch.”@@
You look puzzled. She smiles:
@@.quoteKatia;“Don’t worry; I won’t jump on you during the night.”@@
She laughs, and you can’t prevent yourself from admiring her curves as she puts on a knee-length black dress, complemented by loafers of the same color.
She then turns around; her visage now showing a deep introspection:
@@.quoteKatia;“You’re no ordinary employee, are you?”@@
You reply, unconvincingly:
@@.quoteHero;“I’m not sure I understand.”@@
@@.quoteKatia;“Three things:
//One// - You are different from most of the staff; refined, educated, gracious even.
//Two// – You’re… clumsy, and a bit naïve. There’s no way you ever worked in a hotel before, and we //don’t// hire people with no experience.
//Three// – Mrs. Altaria interviewing someone for a groom position. When pigs fly, maybe.”@@
She takes an inquisitive tone:
@@.quoteKatia;“So, who are you?”@@
@@.quoteHero;“I’m Nadia’s boyfriend.”@@
She remains silent. You go on:
@@.quoteHero;“I needed a job. Nadia convinced her mom to hire me.”@@
She looks you deeply in the eyes:
@@.quoteKatia;“Gabriel, this makes //no sense//. She would have bought you two a house before she’d let you work here.”@@
@@.quoteHero;“What do you mean?”@@
@@.quoteKatia;“I mean that Nadia is not allowed to be around the //Altagrande//. That is a direct order from her father.”@@
@@.quoteHero;“She’s my age. Aren’t they pushing the parental discipline angle like… way, way too far?”@@
@@.quoteKatia;“Her father wouldn’t mind her thinking he’s a stuck up puritan. If she knew the truth…”@@
Katia starts to laugh, maniacally. You look puzzled.
She sighs, and suddenly takes a serious tone:
@@.quoteKatia;“Gabriel, do you love Nadia?”@@
That question hits you like a bullet, but you know the answer:
@@.quoteHero;“I do.”@@
@@.quoteKatia;“Then, I’ll tell you this: I have no clue what’s going on or what //they// want out of you, but you better put your seatbelt on. You’re in for a hell of a ride.”@@
Katia then exits the room:
@@.quoteKatia;“I’m going out, I’ll bring back dinner. You should rest for now.”@@
[[You ponder in silence; you are left with more questions than answers.|03_02_1900_samurai]]@@.dateTitle;Monday, March 02; 19:00 - Altagrande Resort, Katia's Suite@@
@@.passageTitle;Samurai@@
@@.quoteKatia;“Hello, darling, I’m //home//!”@@
You are sitting at the dinner table and sipping a glass of water when Katia opens the door of her suite. She’s pushing a little food trolley on which stand two serving trays. The effects of the narcotics have almost vanished; you could use a good meal.
You join her little game:
@@.quoteHero;“So, how was your day, honey?”@@
@@.quoteKatia;“I’m glad you asked. Today I supervised the staff, did some accounting, and got beat up by two-fifty pounds of muscle. You know, just another //boring// Monday at the office.”@@
@@.quoteHero;“Nevertheless, thanks for the dinner. What did you get?”@@
@@.quoteKatia;“Steamed clams with cream sauce… What? You don’t like seafood?”@@
You squint at her. She replies with an impish grin:
@@.quoteKatia;“I left a bottle of //Sauvignon Blanc// in the refrigerator. Open it; I’ll set up the table.”@@
You share a delicious meal with Katia; life in a luxury resort does have its perks. Nonetheless, there is a burning question on your lips.
@@.quoteHero;“Earlier, you thought I was no ordinary employee…
Well, I saw the way you fight, and I find it unusual for a hotel manager to have extensive //Aiki-jūjutsu// training.”@@
Katia looks at you, intrigued. She then laughs:
@@.quoteKatia;“Oh, what a lovely day! You and I will have a good time working together Gabriel, I can feel it.”@@
She sips her wine and reply to your question:
@@.quoteKatia;“You are right, of course. I’m officially Mr. Altaria executive assistant. In other circles, though, I’m known as a //Samurai//. I serve the Altaria family, in all matters required.”@@
@@.quoteHero;“//All// matters?”@@
@@.quoteKatia;“I act as a bodyguard, manager and… companion for the family or select guests.”@@
@@.quoteHero;“You agree to that?”@@
@@.quoteKatia;“You don’t have to love everything you do, Gabriel, as long as you find purpose in your actions.”@@
@@.quoteHero;“What do you mean?”@@
@@.quoteKatia;“There is nothing left of my former life. My family, my home, it’s all gone.
At the //Altagrande//, I have a reason to live, a sense of duty. This is more than I ask for.”@@
Tears form at the corner of her eyes. You embrace her.
You spend the evening talking with Katia; the night is filled with stories from her life in Russia. There are many happy parts, yet her account does not end well: the Chechen War erased most things dear to her heart.
You have the feeling that she omits many events from her adventures, though you are careful not to press her upon them; stories of survival are sometimes best left unsaid.
You also wonder how she ended up as a //butler// for Nadia’s family, yet you feel she might not be ready to confide that to you.
Besides, it’s getting late; thus, you both get ready to sleep.
You do hear one last advice from Katia as you enter the bedroom:
@@.quoteKatia;“I suggest you lock the door. I might transform into a werewolf tonight.”@@
[[You know she is joking, though you double-check the lock before getting into bed.|03_02_1500_discipline]]
@@.branchQuestion;Non-canon Alternatives:@@
[[You glance at her confidently and leave the door open.|03_02_2200_tensionrelief]]@@.dateTitle;Monday, March 02; 22:00 - Altagrande Resort, Katia's Suite@@
@@.passageTitle;Tension Relief@@
You are not sure if it’s the wine that is speaking, but you know you don’t want to spend the night alone. She didn’t expect such a strong signal, and the built-up tension between you two suddenly breaks like an overfilled dam.
It doesn’t take long for you to end up lying on the soft purple bed as Katia, like an animal, savagely removes your clothes. She has kept her black robe on, but it is now draped around her waist. Her modest breasts hang free as you appreciate the sight of her hardening little nipples.
You can feel her hunger for your sex; her eyes light up as your shaft pops out from your underwear.
@@.quoteKatia;“You know, I’m in no shape for a full session, but I think you could use some tension relief.”@@
She rubs the head of your penis with her palm as she suckles on your nipple; you feel yourself getting hard.
You are about to say something when she puts her index finger on your mouth:
@@.quoteKatia;“Don’t talk; let me take care of this.”@@
Katia’s love techniques are unmatched by any previous personal experience of yours. She alternates the focus of her attention between your various erogenous zones as you reveal in her flowery smell; pleasure comes from all directions. Bites to the ears follow licks on your neck, though she always keeps her focus on your cock.
You feel the arrival of the final act when vibrations seem to emanate from the whole length of your sex; you can also hear a pleasant hum in the room.
Looking down, you see that Katia has fully taken your cock in a //deepthroat// movement; her pseudo-singing providing a multisensory experience.
The warmth of her vibrating mouth takes you quickly over the edge. She senses this, however, and quickly lifts her head so that her lips remain just below the crown of your penis.
You ejaculate, spraying your seed into her greedy mouth. She remains immobile for a while, though, letting you slowly grow soft. She then straddles you and bends forward.
Katia grips your hands over your head and kisses you passionately; you feel your lips seal together. You are surprised as some of the sperm you deposited in her mouth now dribbles back into yours! You cannot do much at this point; she continues to kiss you until all your bitter cream is swallowed.
She then smiles at you, a few pearly strings trickling from her chin:
@@.quoteKatia;“You do know that I like to share my meals.”@@
You spend the rest of the night cuddling with Katia.
[[You’re not sure what happened, but you know you needed it.|03_02_1500_discipline]]@@.dateTitle;Friday, March 05; 15:00 - Altagrande Resort, Eastern Lobby@@
@@.passageTitle;Discipline@@
The next few days pass without any major incident as you develop a close yet conflicted relationship with Katia. The week is ending, though, and you feel the time has come for you to get work experience at another position in the resort.
You are lost in your thoughts when you sense your phone buzzing; you just received a new message from an unknown sender.
TXT_RCV: @@.quoteSamantha;I will see you in my office in exactly one hour. Again, do not be late.@@
This ominous communication could only come from one person, and frankly you are not looking forward to a meeting with her. Mrs. Altaria has already shown to you that she is a difficult employer, yet you know how important it is for you to make a good impression. Furthermore, she probably wants to see you to discuss your next assignment.
Thus, it is exactly 4 PM when you enter an office which takes you back in time, straight to the Victorian era. The walls of the room are fully covered by dark and finely sculpted wooden panels, and luxurious couches surround the sides, leaving an empty space in the central portion. Almost empty, in fact, since you spot a single leather covered horse bench in the middle; it seems to be used to display something, or rather… someone.
You are suddenly astounded by the spectacle in front of you. A woman is literally on display, bent face down over the horse bench in the center of the room! Her head is covered with a black drawstring bag and her hands, tied by zip ties, are connected to a locked metal hook on the front of the furniture. The lower part of her dark dress is raised over her hips, and her panties are lowered around her knees.
You wonder about the purpose of this singular presentation for a moment, until you recognize the poor girl so humiliatingly trussed.
@@.quoteHero;Katia?!@@
@@.quoteSamantha;“Welcome, Gabriel. I’m glad you appreciate the //décor//.”@@
You turn your head, spooked by the sudden interruption, and take a good look at Mrs. Altaria. She stands behind an aged mahogany desk, sitting in an office chair whose impressive size and shape seem purposely inspired by the throne of the Hanoverians. But, what scares you most is the cold grin she sports; the woman truly revels in her deviant behaviour.
Two tall men, dressed in identical black suits and sunglasses, surround her. Bodyguards, no doubt.
Mrs. Altaria gets up from her //throne// and walks toward the middle of the room. She wears a sensuous purple dress, though your attention is drawn to the wooden object in her hands: a paddle made of rosewood. She then quickly gets close to Katia, removes the bag covering her head and pulls strongly on her ponytail.
Katia shouts in pain, as Mrs. Altaria bends down to whisper in her ear:
@@.quoteSamantha;“The masks are off, and I know you are aware of the real identity of our new groom, //Yekaterina//.”@@
Then, she straightens up and starts to talk with emphasis, as if to proclaim her authority to an invisible audience:
@@.quoteSamantha;“An incident happened this Monday in which Gabriel was involved, no less than on his first day. Regardless of the outcome, let it be known that I hold the ultimate responsibility of this incident on you, Katia.”@@
You intervene:
@@.quoteHero;“You can’t be serious, she-”@@
@@.quoteSamantha;“Danny!”@@
One of the bodyguards grabs your shoulder and, while pretending to restrain you, whispers in your ear, in a surprisingly friendly voice:
@@.quoteDanny;“Don’t talk, Gabriel. You will make things worse. Katia will be fine, trust me.”@@
Mrs. Altaria continues:
@@.quoteSamantha;“Furthermore, know that I have been //advised// to demonstrate to him the extent of the activities available at the //Altagrande//.
Thus, Gabriel, let me give you a little taste of things to come, as you witness how I like to administer discipline in the workplace.”@@
The visage of Mrs. Altaria has now lost all of its marble composure; it is now lit up by pure glee. She licks her upper lip and grabs the handle of her paddle. As a further display of her power, she roughly runs her hand over Katia’s backside and pats her genitals.
[[You remain silent, powerless to prevent what will happen.|03_05_1615_thefallenmonarch]]@@.dateTitle;Friday, March 05; 16:15 - Altagrande Resort, Mrs. Altaria's Office@@
@@.passageTitle;The Fallen Monarch@@
Despite her position, Katia does not seem impressed by Mrs. Altaria’s pontificate:
@@.quoteKatia;“So, are we going to start, or are you going to babble like this all day long?”@@
@@.quoteSamantha;“My husband is clearly too soft on you, my dear. I would pay a nice sum to watch you get broken into a nice, humble, and obedient little slave.”@@
@@.quoteKatia;“I have no doubt about that. Well, you better take advantage of the current situation Samantha, for I rarely get the chance to see you //holding// the paddle.”@@
Samantha remains silent and unleashes her fury over the next minutes. Blow after blow fall on the backside of the defenseless Katia, whose initially defiant attitude seems to wear down as the accumulation of hits takes its toll on her naked backside.
This seems to amuse Samantha, whose flushed face indicate… arousal.
@@.quoteHero;She’s turned on by this?!@@
Nevertheless, the punishment continues and tears are now streaming from Katia’s eyes. She can’t take much more as her bum is now striated with multiple red marks; she now screams from every blow.
You've had enough. You escape the watch of the guards and grab Mrs. Altaria’s paddle at the start of her next swing.
@@.quoteHero;“That will be enough, Samantha. I refuse to be part of your fantasy any longer. Katia is still wounded from the other day.”@@
@@.quoteSamantha;“Don’t be a weakling, Gabriel. Trust me; this //bitch// can take so much more.”@@
You are filled with an uncontrollable anger as you slap the face of Mrs. Altaria; the hit resonates across the room.
Samantha is shaken; she puts one hand on her reddening cheek:
@@.quoteSamantha;“You dare! Wait until my husband learns about this.”@@
@@.quoteHero;“What happens here, stays here. You wouldn’t want Nadia to hear about this, either!”@@
Mrs. Altaria gives you a cruel smile; she is clearly impressed by your actions:
@@.quoteSamantha;“Fine, I guess it will suffice for today. You should remember one thing, though: here, //I// am the one who makes the rules.”@@
She waves her hand to the guards and leaves her office with the grace of a fallen monarch. The two men untie Katia and follow their mistress outside; you help her get up and pull down her dress.
@@.quoteKatia;“It seems like one of us is always stuck looking out for the other, no?”@@
@@.quoteHero;“I never thought that I would see such a display from her. She is usually such a cold and distant person.”@@
@@.quoteKatia;“Samantha suffers from a deep case of //identity crisis//, Gabe.”@@
@@.quoteHero;“What do you mean?”@@
@@.quoteKatia;“You will understand soon enough. Right now, I could use some //aftercare//.”@@
@@.quoteHero;“//Aftercare//? I suggest we go to your suite for some rest.”@@
You walk slowly beside an injured Katia, when she suddenly let out a chuckle.
@@.quoteHero;“What is it?”@@
@@.quoteKatia;“I was thinking about something men like to complain about… you really managed to get yourself a mother-in-law from hell.”@@
You both burst out laughing as visitors walk past you in the hallway.
[[End of Chapter 1|Chapter_02_title]]@@.chapterTitle;End of Chapter 1@@
Dear reader,
I hope you enjoyed the first episode of my novel.
I am currently busy writing the next chapter of the story, which will be called //The Truth//. In this installment, Gabriel will finally learn more about the secrets of the //Altagrande// as he finally meets the mysterious Mr. Altaria.
In the meantime, I welcome your feedback and comments, either by email or online.
Thank you very much for helping me shape a better story.
''Logan''
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