Exhaustion finally overtook Olivia as she lay bound and gagged on the couch bed. Her mind, a whirlwind of unfulfilled desire and desperate need, slipped into unconsciousness. The room around her faded away, and she found herself drifting into sleep.

She suddenly stood in the center of an opulent palace. Tall marble columns lined the hall, their intricate carvings depicting scenes of myth and legend. Chandeliers of crystal hung from the ceiling, casting a soft, golden glow over the polished floors and lavish tapestries. The air was filled with the murmur of courtiers, all dressed in elaborate gowns and suits, their eyes turned towards the grand throne at the far end of the hall.

Olivia looked down at herself, taking in the sumptuous gown of rich velvet and silk she wore, the deep red fabric hugging her curves and flowing elegantly around her feet. But fear took her, as she realized she was the center of attention in this court. Everyone looked at her. Everyone.

Some things were innate, the way you just know something in a dream––she was a courtier of another land, and if she did not please the queen, then she was dead, her family dead, her whole people were dead.

The Queen, lounging regally on the grand throne, was a familiar, golden-haired figure, legs crossed, eyes appraising, scanning her as though she was a fine piece of art to be bought and sold. Jessica wore a regal gown of black and gold, a crown resting lightly on her head. At a nearby, smaller throne beside her sat a knight, his armor gleaming under the chandelier's light, dark shadows cast by his helmet almost enough to fully obscure his features.

"Girl," the Queen's voice rang out, clear and commanding, silencing the murmurs of the court. "Step forward."

Olivia obeyed, her heart pounding as she approached the throne. She could feel the eyes of the courtiers on her, their expressions a mix of curiosity, envy, and desire. As she reached the foot of the throne, she curtsied deeply, her gaze never leaving the Queen's face.

"Entertain me," the Queen commanded, her voice soft but leaving no room for defiance.

Olivia's breath caught in her throat, a mixture of fear and arousal flooding her senses. The command was absolute, and she knew she had no choice but to obey. With trembling hands, she began to undo the laces of her gown, the fabric sliding from her shoulders and pooling at her feet. She stood there, exposed and vulnerable, her body bare before the court.

The courtiers watched with rapt attention as Olivia began to move. Her dance was slow and sensual, every movement a display of her submission and desire. She twirled and swayed, her body responding to an unseen rhythm, her hands gliding over her skin in a dance of self-exploration and seduction. She could feel the heat of the court's gaze, their silent approval fueling her performance.

As Olivia danced, she felt a shift in the atmosphere. The courtiers' murmurs grew louder, their eyes filled with a mixture of lust and admiration. She moved with increasing confidence, her body a vessel of desire and expression. She spun and twirled, her hair flowing around her like a silken veil, her movements a wild and carnal and charged with an energy she'd never felt before.

The Queen watched with a satisfied smile, her eyes never leaving Olivia's form.

"Enough."

Olivia halted, fear crashing through her. Was she not good enough?

The Queen stood back, her eyes gleaming with a mix of authority and satisfaction. She raised a hand, silencing the room with a single gesture. The courtiers fell into a hushed anticipation, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them.

"General," the Queen called, her voice carrying the weight of command. The knight stepped forward, his eyes locked onto Olivia with a mixture of desire and determination. "Take her."

Olivia's heart pounded in her chest as the knight approached, his presence commanding and undeniable. He reached out, lifting her to her feet with a firm grip. Without a word, he positioned her in the center of the grand hall, her body exposed to the eyes of every courtier present.

The knight's hands were rough and purposeful as he pushed Olivia down onto her knees, her body trembling. He undid his armor with practiced ease, the metallic clink of his gear hitting the floor echoing in the vast hall. Olivia's eyes widened as she saw the raw need in his gaze, his desire to dominate her plain as day.

Then his helmet came off, revealing a familiar jawline, and those familiar eyes, eyes she could never forget––Ian's.

With a powerful motion, the Knight positioned himself behind Olivia, his hands gripping her hips with a possessive intensity. The courtiers watched with bated breath as he entered her with a forceful thrust, eliciting a gasp from her lips. The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of his strength and the public nature of their coupling driving her wild with arousal.

Each thrust was deliberate and forceful, the Knight's movements sending shockwaves of pleasure through Olivia's body. She could feel the eyes of the court upon her, the eyes of the Queen, as well. His hands roamed over her body, his touch both demanding and possessive, leaving no doubt as to who was in control.

Olivia's moans grew louder, her body responding to the Knight's brutal rhythm. The sounds of them filled the hall, mingling with the whispered murmurs of the courtiers. Her body arched and writhed beneath him, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge.

Finally, as the Knight's movements grew more frenzied, Olivia felt the familiar tension building within her. The release she had been denied for so long was now within reach, her body trembling with the intensity of her need. With a final, forceful thrust, Ian drove her over the edge, sending her spiraling into a powerful orgasm.

Olivia cried out, her body convulsing with the force of her release. The pleasure was overwhelming, crashing over her in waves that left her gasping for breath. The Knight continued to thrust into her, prolonging her orgasm until she was a quivering, breathless mess.

As her body finally began to calm, Olivia was acutely aware of the eyes upon her. The courtiers watched in awe, their faces a mix of admiration and desire. Queen Jessica's smile was one of supreme satisfaction, her eyes gleaming with approval.

"Princess?" It was Jessica's voice, but the Queen's lips lips did not move.

Olivia was jarred awake by a firm hand shaking her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open to see Jessica standing over her, still in her volleyball gear, a look of stern disapproval on her face. The haze of the dream dissipated quickly, replaced by the reality of her Mistress's presence and the aftermath of her nightmarish fantasy.

"Olivia," Jessica's voice was cool and controlled, "what did you do while I was gone?"

Olivia's heart raced, her mind struggling to catch up. "Mistress, I... I was dreaming. I didn't—"

"Dream or not, you came without my permission," Jessica interrupted, her tone unyielding. "You know the rules. Your release is mine to grant, not yours to take. There will be a punishment, one that befits your disobedience."

"But it was just a dream," Olivia protested, her voice weak and pleading. "I couldn't control it."

Jessica's expression softened only slightly, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. "Do not question me, girl. The mind can be trained just as the body can, Olivia. Your dreams reflect your deepest desires and impulses. If you can't control them, then I will."

With that, Jessica turned and left the room, leaving Olivia bound. The anticipation of the promised punishment lingered in the air, a reminder of her Mistress's unwavering control, and it followed her through the rest of her dreamless sleep.

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ngl could probably write a whole book/story w this premise,,,maybe i should ?

idk this whole thing is crazy fun to write uGh - leave a vote if you enjoyed !

-lily <3