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Story of Sophia, Pt 9

“Sophia discovers the answer to a question.”

“Something else presented itself to her on the way home that day, sitting in the train, lost in her mind, eyes half closed, strangely happy in the sadness of defeat, almost luxuriating in it. The nagging, impossible question which he had posed her that evening had been answered— in part at least.” [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 19 minutes; 4000 words.

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The Story of S Pt15.

Francesca initiates Essy with an astonishing and devastating series of abuses.

It would be hard; she would be degraded and abused, frightened and shamed, but it would be a life of strong colour and vivid contrasts, and she would never have to worry about what to do next. It would not be her responsibility. It was appalling how eager she was for it all. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 19 minutes; 3900 words.

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The Story of S Pt14.

She exists through a period of dissociation, only brought back to life by a promise of despair.

She was over. She was sure of it, certain of it until, the day after that first meeting with Francesca, when she had realised that— far from being over— she had been in a cocoon. That the days after Mark had left her, when she had felt so detached, she had been changing. Changing inside— like a caterpillar which had disappeared, gone into a shell, collapsed into mush, and been reborn as something else. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 10 minutes; 2200 words.

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The Story of S Pt13.

Mark imposes a terrible warning.

It took forever; time stood still; she wailed, broken, lost, ruined, the whole time, not even in direct response to what was being done to her; that violence, that pain, that shame was only the surface of what he was doing to her, which was taking everything, degrading everything, removing everything from her; utterly devastating. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 6 minutes; 1300 words.

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The Story of S Pt12.

She begs him not to be merciful, he tells her something appalling.

It was terribly hard, but she did not lose control; kept her head up, her eyes down, looking at his shoes the whole time, with a strong and powerfully affecting feeling that he was staring at her opened sex, sure that she was ugly down there, her labia so puffy from the multiple abuses of the day, the vulnerability of her position eating into her, the horror of all this being her reality, now, forever; the astonishing neediness in her for it all to be true, the sucking vortex of neediness in her; trembling, shaking with it all. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 16 minutes; 3300 words.

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A Slave's Progress

A sweet girl is carefully and gently brought along a road which leads to a harsh end.

“The way he did it,— he had told her it would be this way; it wasn't a trick— the way he did it was that he would withold sex, until she thought of something which would degrade her further. If she did it prettily enough, if he could see that it got her hot, then— ususally, at least; she could never be sure of him— he would go crazy with her; which was what she had come to need.” [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 7 minutes; 1400 words.

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Story of Sophia, Pt 8

“Sophia waits to hear from him; days lost in orbit around the horrifying idea of herself as nothing more than ‘cunt’.”

“Knowing she was cunt, telling herself she was cunt, unable to escape from the certainty that she was cunt, feeling like cunt— all that, but without there being anyone who even cared if she was cunt, was to feel unutterably lost, confused, permanently dismayed.” [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 20 minutes; 4200 words.

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Story of Sophia, Pt 7

Thank … thank you. Please … I … I want you to … to … violate … me. Rape me. Rape my … my mouth and … and my … my ass … hole.

Perhaps it was his smile which had fanned the flames, so that, suddenly feeling as if she were indeed on fire, in a frenzy of desire to give him everything, anything he wanted, the only thing she could give him, in order to deserve that feeling, of being perfectly, immaculately managed, owned, ordained. To feel almost impossibly special. To be released from everything. Freed, by giving herself away. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 20 minutes; 4100 words.

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Story of Sophia, Pt 6

In the aftermath of her orgasm, Sophia begins to understand, finds herself accepting, a new and harsh reality, and is softly appalled at her weak acceptance of his cruelty.

You should know, perhaps, that you are even more beautiful than before, with that knowledge in your eyes, in your body. Your vulnerability, your availability, your helpless acknowledgement, all add to your value. The others will see it too; I feel sure that they will want you— that you will be ours. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2500 words.

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Story of Sophia, Pt 5

Sophia is first left, abandoned, in the aftermath of her rape, then brought to a terrible, destructive orgasm.

Just so, little one; you want it. I know that you do. It is well that you wait to be commanded; as I told you, you are more ripe for this than you could possibly know. Move for me; it will hurt, but you will go slowly, carefully, looking for the heat that will get you there, even as you cause yourself pain. There is no hurry, none at all. I have you, pretty cunt, and the only thing that matters in the world is that you give me your pleasure, your little death. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 19 minutes; 4000 words.

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