The Medieval Caste of Fabian Russo

An ongoing story of control and dominance. Set in the 1600s, location unknown.

The Beginning – 7/30/2024

The Shadow Castle: An Introduction

In a remote and secluded part of the world stands a grand, imposing castle known only to a select few. This fortress, steeped in mystery and power, serves as the domain of Fabian Russo, a wealthy and enigmatic figure who rules with an iron fist. The castle is a place of dark intrigue and strict hierarchy, where power dynamics play out in a harsh and unforgiving manner. Name not only for the long shadow the castle casts on its background, but for the actions that happen in the shadows of its wall.

At the top of this hierarchy sits Fabian Russo, the master of the castle. A man of significant wealth and influence, Russo is known for his authoritative and often cruel demeanor. His word is law within these stone walls, and he exercises absolute control over all who reside there. Below him is the Guard Captain, a loyal enforcer who ensures that Russo’s orders are followed to the letter and maintains order among the castle’s inhabitants.

The castle’s lower tier consists of a group of women, often referred to as “recruits.” These women, sourced from various regions and backgrounds, have been brought to the castle under coercion or manipulation. They live under a strict regimen designed to break down their autonomy and enforce their compliance with Russo’s desires. The castle serves as both their home and their prison, a place where their lives are controlled and their freedoms curtailed.

The castle’s primary purpose is to fulfill Fabian Russo’s personal pleasures and indulgences. It is a site of control and manipulation, where the women are subjected to various forms of exploitation. These include orchestrated scenarios and training regimens that cater to Russo’s fantasies, often under the guise of preparation or grooming.

Isolation and secrecy are key aspects of life in the castle. Its remote location ensures that the women are cut off from the outside world, making escape or resistance nearly impossible. Within this isolated environment, the women must navigate a complex web of power dynamics, manipulation, and coercion. They are kept in a state of submission through a combination of fear and psychological manipulation, their spirits tested daily.

Yet, amidst the shadows of the castle, there are glimmers of solidarity and resistance. The women often form bonds of friendship and support, finding ways to care for each other and maintain a sense of humanity in an otherwise dehumanizing environment. These connections provide moments of solace and strength, offering a quiet but powerful form of resistance against the oppressive system that seeks to control them.

“The Shadow Castle” is a story of power and control, of exploitation and resistance. It explores the complex interplay of authority, fear, and solidarity within a closed and secretive world, where the inhabitants struggle to retain their dignity and humanity against overwhelming odds.

The first 3 subjects – 9/01/2024

Leader of their time; Evelyn Seraphine, & Mara.

1. Evelyn Marlow

Age: 29
Height: 5’8″ (173 cm)
Weight: 140 lbs (63.5 kg)
Origin: England
Demeanor: Resilient, Cold, Calculating

Background:
Evelyn Marlow was the daughter of a noble family in England, but her sharp wit and independence made her an outcast among the aristocracy. After her father’s death, she found herself entangled in her family’s business affairs, showing an unusual talent for navigating political intrigue and legal disputes. She was accused of witchcraft by rival families due to her influence, but the charges were dismissed after she cleverly defended herself. This attracted the attention of powerful men, including Fabian Russo, who saw her as both a challenge and a potential asset. She was taken under false pretenses, brought to his castle with promises of a strategic alliance, only to find herself trapped.

Time in the Castle: 2 years

Personality and Role:
Evelyn’s time in the castle has hardened her. Though subjected to Fabian’s manipulative games and cruel punishments, she has kept her mind sharp, always looking for weaknesses in his control. Her calculating nature allows her to adapt to the harsh realities of life in the castle without breaking. She plays Fabian’s twisted games while secretly gathering information, forming alliances with other women, and waiting for the right moment to strike. Unlike some of the others, she rarely shows fear, which intrigues and frustrates Fabian, who seeks to break her spirit. She’s become a quiet leader among the women, a source of hope despite the bleakness of their situation.

2. Seraphine Duval

Age: 23
Height: 5’5″ (165 cm)
Weight: 130 lbs (59 kg)
Origin: Paris, France
Demeanor: Proud, Defiant, Fierce

Background:
Seraphine was the daughter of a renowned Parisian artist, growing up in a world filled with beauty, culture, and the adoration of Parisian elites. She had a rebellious streak and refused to conform to society’s expectations, shunning arranged marriage proposals and choosing lovers as she pleased. Her defiance earned her both admiration and disdain, but it also put her at odds with powerful men. After rejecting the advances of a wealthy merchant who had ties to Fabian Russo, she was abducted by his agents. Fabian admired her fire and sought to extinguish it in the shadows of his castle.

Time in the Castle: 18 months

Personality and Role:
Seraphine’s time in the castle has not dulled her fiery spirit, though it has cost her dearly. She is one of the few women who openly resists Fabian’s control, often facing harsher punishments for her defiance. Her pride and fierce independence make her stand out, and she refuses to submit, even when the odds seem insurmountable. Seraphine’s defiance often inspires others, though it also puts her in direct conflict with Fabian, who takes a particular interest in breaking her. She’s learned to navigate the fragile web of power in the castle, seeking ways to resist while still protecting the other women. Her fire burns as a beacon of hope, but also of danger—one wrong move could lead to her undoing.

3. Mara Weiss

Age: 19
Height: 5’3″ (160 cm)
Weight: 115 lbs (52 kg)
Origin: The Black Forest, Holy Roman Empire (modern-day Germany)
Demeanor: Timid, Quiet, Observant

Background:
Mara grew up in a small, isolated village deep within the Black Forest. Her family was devout, and she was raised with strict religious teachings, believing in the omnipresence of sin and the need for repentance. When a local lord accused her family of heresy, Mara was taken from her home, marked as a sacrificial offering to atone for her family’s supposed sins. Sold to Fabian Russo’s agents, she was transported across distant lands to the castle, where her innocence and devout nature made her a target for Fabian’s perverse games.

Time in the Castle: New Recruit

Personality and Role:
At first, Mara was fragile and deeply terrified, her faith shaken by the cruelties she faced in the castle. She was seen as weak, easily manipulated, but over time, her quiet demeanor revealed a growing strength. Mara has learned to survive by staying small and unnoticed, observing everything around her while pretending to comply with Fabian’s demands. Underneath her timid exterior is a sharp mind, one that absorbs every detail and seeks a way out, though she knows the risks of drawing attention. Her deep-rooted faith, once nearly broken, has evolved into something more complex, as she wrestles with the idea of a just God in such a place of torment. Mara is the castle’s shadow, moving silently, hiding her true thoughts, and waiting for an opportunity to prove her strength.

The Dynamic Between Them

The three women, though vastly different, have formed a fragile but vital bond within the castle. Evelyn is the strategist, quietly guiding their actions and keeping hope alive through careful planning. Seraphine is the heart of their resistance, defiant and unafraid to push back against Fabian’s tyranny, inspiring others to resist in their own ways. Mara, though quiet and often underestimated, is the observant one, quietly piecing together the secrets of the castle’s layout and Fabian’s weaknesses.

Their bond is one of survival, forged in the shared horrors they have endured and the quiet solidarity that has emerged between them. Despite their different backgrounds, they find strength in each other, knowing that alone, they would surely fall, but together, they might have a chance—even if slim—to resist Fabian Russo’s dominance.

The women’s shared experiences in the castle have shaped them into unwilling players in a dark game of power and survival, but with their unique strengths and the bond they’ve formed, they represent a spark of rebellion in a place designed to extinguish hope.

Mara’s first night in the Castle – 9/05/2024

Evelyn & Seraphine, prepare Mara for her first encounter with Fabian.

The heavy oak door creaked of Evelyn & Seraphine’s quarters opened, and the dimly lit chamber filled with the sound of heavy footsteps. Mara, bruised, bloodied, and barely conscious from the brutal journey, was shoved inside by two of Fabian’s guards. She stumbled, her legs weak, but before she could collapse entirely, one of the guards yanked her arm roughly, pulling her upright. Mara had been captured, a spoil of battle, to be a new toy for Fabian.

“Clean her up,” one of the men grunted to the two women already present in the chamber. “Get her ready for tonight. Fabian expects her.”

Evelyn and Seraphine stood by the narrow, dim windows of the room, watching the scene unfold in silence. Both had seen this before. It had been a some time since they felt the initial shock of watching another woman enter the castle this way, battered and broken, with no idea of the horrors that awaited her. Now, they could only brace themselves for what they knew would happen.

Mara was barely able to lift her head, her body trembling from the pain and exhaustion of the journey. Her once fair skin was caked in dirt and blood, and her long, tangled hair clung to her face. Her eyes darted around the room, disoriented and filled with the lingering terror of what she had seen—her village burned, her family butchered, and her friends slaughtered. It had all happened so fast. And now, she was here, in this cold, unfamiliar place.

The guards left the room, slamming the door behind them. For a moment, the silence was deafening, broken only by Mara’s labored breathing. Evelyn stepped forward, her face expressionless but her movements deliberate. Seraphine lingered behind her, her hands clenched into fists. They brought Mara over to a bed, laid her down, and began to access her condition.

Evelyn knelt down beside Mara, her sharp eyes assessing the younger woman. She had seen many new recruits in this state—half-dead, brought here like animals for Fabian’s twisted pleasures. Gently, she placed a hand on Mara’s thigh, though her words were cold and to the point.

“We need to prepare you” Evelyn said quietly, her voice calm but firm. “There’s no time to rest. We have to clean you up and get you ready for tonight. If you don’t look presentable by tonight, Fabian will make it worse for you.” This was also an act of self preservation, Evelyn and Seraphine knew, that if Mara was not presentable or did not make it through the endeavor, they would be to blame.

Mara blinked, her vision blurred, and the words barely registered in her mind. She didn’t fully understand where she was or what they meant by “prepare”. However, something in Evelyn’s tone cut through her haze, and slowly, painfully, she tried regain her composure.

Seraphine sighed softly and stepped forward, her demeanor less controlled than Evelyn’s. “We are going to cut away these clothes now” she said, standing over her with a pair of medical scissors. Evelyn cut away her tattered top and Seraphine cut the remainder of her trousers away. Mara laid there, in only her underwear, she wore no bra. She had some scratches on her face, a large bruise on her right thigh, but other than that was relatively uninjured, just exhausted. Evelyn place her had on top of her panties, and cut them away, Mara tried to cover herself, but Evelyn pulled her hand away and said “Just try to relax, we need to work”.

With Seraphine’s help, Mara got to her feet, her legs shaking beneath her. She stood there nude, swaying slightly, as Evelyn steadied her and held her hand. There was no time for modesty, no place for shame here. The women knew the routine all too well. Seraphine fetched a basin of water and a cloth while Evelyn began wiping the blood from Mara’s face and arms.

The water stung as it touched the raw cuts on her skin, but Mara didn’t cry out. She simply stared ahead, her mind reeling. She could barely comprehend what was happening, her thoughts still lost in the violent memories of the battle that had destroyed her home.

“Fabian will expect you to be perfect tonight,” Evelyn said as she worked. Her tone was emotionless, mechanical, as though she were discussing a mundane task. “We have to clean you, shave you, dress you in fine linens. He likes his recruits pristine when he first takes them.”

Seraphine returned with a razor, setting it down carefully before helping Evelyn untangle Mara’s long, matted hair. The two women worked in silence, each movement efficient and purposeful. They placed her in a chair, with her head laid back into a basin, Seraphine began to wash the dirt out of her blonde hair.

As Seraphine worked, Evelyn spread Mara’s legs and applied a soap lather to her vagina and hips, to help the razor glide and not leave burn marks. She placed Mara’s legs into stirrups, much like a modern OBYN office and began to shave her pubic hair away. As Seraphine finished with Mara’s hair, she took the soap and lathered it on her upper body, cleaning her arms and small perky breasts. She lathered up her under arm and then began to shave away any hair. As Evelyn finished working an Mara’s pubic area, she grabbed her bum with both hands and pushed it closer to her and more upwards, exposing her asshole to her, she lathered it up with soap and began to shave away any hair.

Mara winced as the two girls shaved the hair from her body, moving to her legs, then her arms. When they had finished their work, they wiped her down with warm water and applied a fine perfume.

“You need to understand something, Mara,” Evelyn said, her voice low but steady. “Fabian will test you tonight. He will brutalize you. He always does on the first night. There’s no escaping it.”

Seraphine, her jaw tight with anger she couldn’t express, looked away as Evelyn continued. “He’ll force you to… satisfy him,” Evelyn said bluntly. “He’ll make you take him in your mouth. And he’ll… he’ll take you in all your holes. Roughly. Especially anally, he will try to push your limits. You need to be prepared for that.”

Mara’s eyes widened, the reality of what they were saying beginning to sink in. She shook her head slightly, as if trying to deny it, but her body was too weak, her will too shattered to protest.

“I know it’s horrifying,” Evelyn continued, her voice softening just a fraction. “But you have to endure it. You have to submit, or he’ll punish you even worse. It’s the only way to survive the first night. Do you understand?”

Tears welled in Mara’s eyes, but she said nothing. She didn’t know how to respond. Everything that had happened in the past few days—her family’s massacre, her capture, the long, torturous journey—now felt like a cruel prelude to an even darker fate.

Seraphine placed a hand on Mara’s shoulder, her touch warm but firm. “We’re trying to help you,” she said, her voice soft. “It’s going to be awful, but you’re not alone. We’ve all been through it. We’re still here. You will be too.”

The words offered little comfort, but they were the only thing Seraphine could give. Mara, trembling, nodded slightly, her tear-streaked face pale and broken. She didn’t know how she would survive the night, let alone the days, weeks, and months that would follow. But she had no choice.

Seraphine stepped closer, her expression softening as she placed a gentle hand on Mara’s shoulder. “We know this is… overwhelming,” she began, her voice unusually tender. “But if we don’t help you now, tonight will be even worse.”

Evelyn, standing beside them, nodded slightly, though her face remained cold and unreadable. “You need to understand what’s coming,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “Fabian will take you tonight, and it won’t be gentle. The more prepared you are, the more you can handle, the better your chances.”

Mara swallowed hard, her body still trembling. She had no idea what to expect, only that the horrors Evelyn had described earlier still echoed in her mind. The thought of submitting to Fabian, of enduring whatever twisted desires he had in store for her, made her stomach churn. But these women—they had been here longer than her. They knew what awaited her. And though it felt wrong, though it felt like a betrayal of her very soul, she forced herself to listen.

Seraphine’s hand slid down Mara’s arm, her touch soft but insistent. “Come,” she said, guiding Mara toward the large, plush couch at the far side of the chamber. The cushions were soft and inviting, a stark contrast to the cold stone and the harsh reality of the castle. “It’ll be easier if we… awaken something in you first.”

Mara hesitated, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. Her body ached, and her soul felt shattered from the horrors she had witnessed—now, this. But the two women seemed to know what they were doing. Perhaps this was the only way to survive.

She allowed them to guide her to the couch, sinking into the soft cushions, her body still tense and unyielding. Evelyn and Seraphine moved gracefully, positioning themselves on either side of her, their hands gentle but purposeful.

“You need to relax,” Evelyn murmured, her voice taking on a quieter, more intimate tone. She brushed a strand of hair from Mara’s face, her touch almost soothing. “The more tense you are, the more it’ll hurt. Trust us.”

Seraphine sat on the other side, her fingers lightly tracing the length of Mara’s arm. “It’s not about pleasure,” she added softly, sensing Mara’s apprehension. “It’s about waking your body up, making it ready for what’s coming.”

Mara’s breath hitched as she felt their hands on her skin, soft yet firm. Her mind screamed at her to resist, to pull away, but something in the way they touched her—the quiet understanding, the shared burden of survival—kept her still. These women had been through the same horrors. They knew what she needed, even if she didn’t understand it herself.

Seraphine leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Mara’s ear as she whispered, “Let go, Mara. Let us help you.”

Evelyn’s hand slid down Mara’s torso, her fingers lightly grazing the sensitive skin of her belly before moving lower. Seraphine mirrored the motion on the other side, her touch equally delicate, yet insistent. Mara gasped, her body betraying her as it responded to their touch. She hated herself for it—hated that her body could feel anything other than fear and pain after everything that had happened. But the softness of their touch, the warmth of their bodies pressing against hers, made it harder to resist.

“You’re safe here,” Seraphine murmured, her lips grazing Mara’s neck. “For now, you’re safe with us.”

Mara closed her eyes, trying to block out the overwhelming sensations. But the gentle, rhythmic movements of their hands, the way their skin felt against hers, began to stir something deep within her—something primal, something she hadn’t felt since before the horror of Fabian’s army descended upon her village.

Evelyn’s fingers brushed against the sensitive folds of Mara’s body, and she stiffened, but Evelyn was patient, her touch slow and careful. “It’s better if you’re ready,” Evelyn whispered, her breath hot against Mara’s skin. “He won’t stop. He won’t care if you’re in pain. This is the only way.”

Seraphine’s hands moved in sync with Evelyn’s, her fingers exploring the curves of Mara’s hips, her lips leaving soft kisses along the edge of her collarbone. “Just breathe,” Seraphine whispered, her voice almost a lullaby. “It’ll be over soon.”

Evelyn positioned her head between Mara’s legs, as Seraphine began to lightly lick her ear and neck. Evelyn opened her labia with her fingers, exposing her small clit, she began to lightly flick it with her tongue. Mara tensed at first, Seraphine whispered “Just relax, let her do her work”. Slowly Mara began to ease into the sensation, she had never been with a woman, she had never had anyone do anything like this to her. Evelyn worked her tongue slowly in circles around Mara’s clit, licking both sides, occasionally licking her clit directly with the tip of her tongue.

Mara began to lightly moan with pleasure, her wall were falling down. Seraphine whispered “Good, enjoy yourself” as she continued to lick Mara’s ear, slipping her tongue into her ear canal gently. Evelyn kept teasing Mara’s clit, making sure not the bring her to close to climax. She then gestured for Seraphine to come down to join her. Seraphine took over licking Mara’s clit, placing herself on top of Mara, in a reverse straddle, she was wearing a short dress and Mara could see up it in this position, she noticed a wet spot on Seraphine panty, but laid her head back again as she moan softly. Evelyn had worked her way down, now rimming Mara’s asshole, going in circles around the edge. Evelyn began to work her tongue in, trying to pry her asshole open with her tongue. It was extremely tight and Evelyn knew this would need to open tonight for Fabian.

Seraphine worked in a teasing manner, making sure to keep Mara soaking wet and aroused, but not close to climax, she watched Evelyn work, seeing how far she could get her tongue in. As Evelyn’s tongue slowly made way into Mara’s ass, Seraphine gently said “Yes Mara good, let it open, let her tongue in”.

Mara completely overwhelmed in so many ways, continued to moan louder, as Evelyn’s tongue penetrated her. Seraphine continued to lick Mara’s clit, taking breaks to spit on Mara’s vagina, the spit rolled down to her asshole and Evelyn’s tongue, lubricating everything. Evelyn worked her tongue as deep as she could get it, taking it out and looking at her progress, how much Mara’s hole had opened. After some time, Evelyn took a glass rod out from a bucket of warm water. She continued to lick around the rim of Mara’s asshole and slowly inserted the glass rod.

The glass rod, had been purpose made for this exact reason, it was about 2cm wide at the tip, getting up to 15cm at the base. Evelyn continued to work it in deeper and deeper, taking break to pull it out, allow Seraphine to spit on it, to then reinsert it. The goal was to make Mara tolerant to the penetration and the thickness of the rod.

The girls worked for almost 2 hours, until they had to begin to prepare Mara for the real event, the introduction to Fabian. Never letting Mara reach climax, they finally withdrew themselves from her, telling her “You are ready now, lets get you dressed”.

Evelyn and Seraphine finished their work, wiping the last traces of their attempts to prepare her. They applied makeup carefully, hiding the bruises and scratches, masking the pain she had endured with the illusion of beauty and perfection.

When they were done, Mara barely recognized herself in the mirror. The battered girl who had been dragged into this room was gone, replaced by someone who looked… prepared. But the terror in her eyes remained, no matter how much makeup they applied.

Evelyn stood back, her face as cold and expressionless as ever, though her eyes betrayed the slightest hint of sympathy. “It’s time,” she said quietly.

Mara looked at her, then at Seraphine, and for a brief moment, she saw something in their eyes—something that told her they had been through this before, that they understood her fear. They, too, had been broken once. And somehow, they had survived.

But Mara didn’t know if she could.

The door creaked open again, and the guards re-entered, their faces as cold and unfeeling as the stone walls around them. One of them grabbed Mara by the arm, yanking her forward.

“Fabian awaits,” he said, his voice dripping with anticipation.

Mara’s legs wobbled, but she didn’t resist. She couldn’t. Evelyn and Seraphine watched in silence as she was dragged from the room, their faces unreadable, their hearts heavy with the knowledge of what was to come.

As the door slammed shut behind them, the two women were left alone, the silence in the room more oppressive than before. They had done what they could for Mara. But they both knew that no amount of preparation could shield her from the horrors that awaited her that night.

And as the shadows of the castle deepened, they prayed that Mara would survive her first night in Fabian’s world.